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writing-wh0re · 4 years

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Billy Hargrove smut where he rough fucks reader in his car 🤤🤤

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*FIRST SMUT FIC!!*

Y/N (YOUR NAME) Y/S/N (Your Siblings Name)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Word Count: 2,111k

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Daddy Kink (whoops), Slight Praise Kink, Fingering, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Angst(?), Arguments.

Summary: After forgetting your three year anniversary, Billy attempts to make it up to you.

I was walking down the street, hearing the music pumping through the wind as I spotted it.

Billy’s blue 1979 Camaro sitting in Carol Perkins driveway. I made my way up to the car, feeling the hood still warm, meaning Billy couldn’t have been here for that long.

“Fucking prick.” I mumble as I start my shuffle and weave through fellow classmates to find Billy.

“Y/N, Billy didn’t mention you’d be coming? If I had known I would have sent you a dress code sheet.” Carol Perkins states holding her red solo cup against her shoulder. I look down on my outfit quickly, black converse, leather skirt and dark green lace bodysuit. I raise an eyebrow as I look at Carol’s outfit, sucking my teeth as I roll my eyes.

Carol drives me insane, she hasn’t liked me from the minute Billy and I started dating and to be honest, the feeling is mutual. Between her bitchy comments and her backhanded compliments, I couldn’t care less about her.

“Dress code sheets would have been handy because under dressing as a hostess is embarrassing.” I watch as Carol scoffs, looking at Nicole beside her who has a disgust written all over her facial expression.

“Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink.”

I follow the chanting to the back patio, leaving Carol and Nicole to mumble between themselves. I spot Billy doing his famous keg stand, surrounded by almost all the boys from the football team cheering him on. I watch as Billy completes his keg stand, his shirt open, beer coating his chest causing it to glisten in the light. I lick my lips at the sight, feeling wetness starting to pool between my legs, I shake the thoughts from my head.

‘Remember why you’re mad at him.’ I remind myself, disliking that my body has such a reaction to him.

I watch as a girl walks up to him, placing her hand on his chest as she whispers in his ear, causing him to bite his lip and chuckle. I lean against the support beam as I watch the scene unfold, Billy turning the girl down as she rolls her eyes and attempts a new technique, only to receive the same result. The girl struts away annoyed as I walk over to Billy, watching as he tenses slightly, knowing he’s fucked up.

“Hi princess, what ar-”

“Fuck you Billy Hargrove.” Billy, grabs my forearm and pulls me into him, our chests bumping into each other as he narrows his eyes at me, smirking devilishly.

“Want to say that again princess?”

I pull myself out of his grip as I shove him backwards, causing him to chuckle as he looks over to Tommy.

“I think she’s mad at me, don’t you think Hagan?” Billy chuckles as I whip around to Tommy, holding my index finger up.

“If you know what’s good for you Hagan, you’ll walk away.” I threaten as Tommy shakes his head at us, putting his hands up in defense and walking back to the house.

“Honestly Billy, I had to find out you were here from Y/S/N and Max!”

“That’s the last time I tell Max anything.” Billy says walking towards me as I huff.

“Not the point, do you remember what today is? Does today have any importance to you?”

I watch as Billy puts his head down sighing shuffling around in his pocket as he pulls out a cigarette lighting it and taking a draw before answering me.

“Did you fail a huge test today? Is it a birthday?” Billy questions as I scoff.

“God, you’re such a prick you know that.” I turn to walk away from Billy feeling sadness fill my chest as I see a small crowd watching our interaction.

“So what, you’re just not going to tell me why you’re mad at me? I have to play some sort of guessing game? Why did you even come here Y/N, you hate parties.”

“I think you’re just being a dick on purpose now, have a reputation to keep up?” I question gesturing to the small crowd. “It’s our fucking three year anniversary dickwad!” I yell watching as realisation hits Billy. “And also, I don’t hate parties, I hate parties at Carol’s or parties I'm not invited to, which makes me, us, look fucking ridicolous.”

I hear a few oo’s and oh’s from the small crowd as Billy forms two fists, anger boiling inside him.

“Enjoying the show? Get the fuck out of here!” Billy yells to the crowd as they quickly disperse. “Princess, Tommy invited me tonight and I forgot.”

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, you forgot.” I cross my arms over my chest watching as Billy’s eyes trail over my chest, his eyes lingering as they track down my body, Billy closing the distance between us as he runs his fingers up and down my arm.

“Did you wear this, all for me?” Billy asks seductively as goosebumps prick my skin, a soft sigh falling from my lips. Billy moves closer, his lips ghosting mine as I feel my eyes flutter closed.

‘No.’ I think to myself as I pull back.

“Enjoy your party Billy.” I hear Billy groan in annoyance as I turn to walk away, feeling him grab my hand and rush ahead of me, pulling me behind him.

“Billy.”

“What are you doing?”

All my protests fall on deaf ears as Billy and I shuffle through the bodies and make it outside.

“Get in.” I raise an eyebrow and notice Billy unlock his car as I scoff.

“I’ll walk home.”

“It wasn’t a fucking question Y/N, get in the car and stop being a brat.” I huff as I walk to the passenger side and slip into the leather seat, Billy falling into the drivers as he starts the car and reverses out.

“You better be taking me home.”

I hear him chuckle as he takes the corners fast, his car engine roaring through the streets as he continues to drive, my mind not knowing the surroundings due to the blanket of darkness. After roughly five minutes, he parks the car on the side of the deserted back road, between a small clearing of trees. Billy gets out of the car as I look around at our surroundings, nothing but trees, silence and darkness. He opens my door as I look up at him confused.

“Get in the back.”

I smirk, licking my lips as I sit forward in my seat slightly, giving Billy the perfect view of my cleavage. “You expect us to have sex here?” I question as Billy huffs, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up to his chest.

“I have to make it up to you babygirl, now get in the backseat.”

I open the door and crawl into the backseat, sitting and facing the open door as Billy grabs ahold of my ankles from my outstretched legs, swiftly pulling me closer to him. I feel my breath quicken as he takes off his button up shirt, exposing his toned torso as I bite my lip. I keep my eyes on him as he wiggles my skirt to just above my hips, chuckling to himself as I feel heat cover my cheeks.

“And I wonder who made you drip like this baby girl.” Billy says as his index finger traces over the dark green lace of the body suit as a small whimper falls from my lips.

“I asked you a question.”

“You did daddy.” I whisper as he smirks, kissing my inner thighs, ghosting over my heat as I sigh.

“Good girl.”

I feel Billy pull the lace bodysuit to the side as his finger traces small circles around my clit, causing soft moans to fill the air.

“You can be as loud as you want princess, no one is around to hear us.”

Billy slides a finger into my tight, dripping pussy as I cup my boobs toying with my nipples. He picks up the pace slightly, adding another finger and curling it upwards as I arch my back.

“Fuck.”

I hear Billy moan as his tongue slides over my throbbing clit, my back arching off the leather as I moan in pleasure, my fingers running through his hair as he continues to flick his tongue on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Jesus Daddy.” I moan as we lock eyes with each other, causing Billy to moan sending vibrations all over my clit, his fingers picking up their pace. I feel Billy wrap his lips around my swollen clit, sucking softly as I feel the coil inside me tighten as I get closer and closer to my release.

“Just like that, oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” I warn as Billy stops abruptly, smirking at me as I groan in annoyance at the loss of pleasure.

“You only get to cum on my dick baby girl.”

I run my hand down my body to play with my clit, wanting to get back to feeling some sort of pleasure as Billy slaps my hand away. I watch as he swiftly takes off his belt, undoing his jeans and sliding them down only slightly, allowing his dick to spring free, slapping against his stomach as I lick my lips.

“Move back.” Billy instructs as I shuffle backwards eagerily, allowing for him to get into the car.

Billy kneels on the leather seat, pulling me closer by my hips as he lines himself up against my pussy, sliding right into place as moans fill the air of the car.

“Fucking made for me.” Billy praises as he starts to move his hips, not giving me much time to adjust to his size.

“God, you’re so fucking big.” I moan as Billy raises my legs up to rest against his chest, feet either side of his face, the new angle allowing for him to go deeper.

Billy picks up his pace, throwing his head back in pleasure as I arch my back.

“Fuck Y/N.”

“Daddy.”

Billy lets go of my legs as he slides out, grabbing my hips as I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Ass up.” Billy commands as I oblige, turning over, face against the leather, ass in the air as Billy slaps the supple skin. “God, you’re hot.” He praises as I moan softly, feeling him run the tip of his dick around in circles on my clit before sliding deep into my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby.”

I moan into the leather as Billy starts to rock his hips into mine, faster and deeper in the new position.

“Just like that.” I say as Billy grabs a fistfull of my hair, pulling me up slightly as he rubs circles on my clit causing me to cry out in pleasure.

“Are you going to cum for me princess? Cover my dick in cum?”

I feel the coil tighten again, my eyes squeezing shut as I finally feel it snap, my body flooding with tingles as I cum all over Billy’s dick, my legs trembling as moans and profanities fall from my lips. I feel Billy’s thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his high, cumming inside of me.

Billy trails kisses from the top of my ass to my shoulder.

“Happy Anniversary Princess.” Billy whispers, kissing my neck as he shuffles out of the car to adjust his clothing.

I shuffle around in the car, wiggling my skirt back down and fixing my body suit as I step out of the car into the slight breeze of summer air.

“I am still mad at you a little.” I mumble as Billy tuts, shaking his head.

“Of course you are.”

“But, that did make up for a little part of it.” I wink as Billy smirks, cupping my face and kissing me. My heart fills with love at the soft affectionate side of Billy.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

“I better get you home before your dad loses his shit at me.” Billy chuckles as I nod.

“Sneak up through the window and spend the night?” I ask as I get into the passenger seat, Billy having made his way to the drivers side. I watch as Billy tosses up the idea as I smirk, placing my hand on his knee.

“I haven’t been able to give you anything for our anniversary yet.” I whisper as my hand moves up his thigh, brushing against his dick as his breathing grows heavy.

“You have me wrapped around your finger princess and you know it.” Billy smirks as he starts the car and begins the drive to my home.

It’s going to be a sleepless night.

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ming-yu-hao · 3 years

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 4

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: cheating obviously, some angst and fluff, public teasing, unprotected sex (oops), light degradation/impact play/begging, use of restraints, brief face sitting, shit just goes down in general just wait

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: hey... how y’all doing... yeah I disappeared... but I’m back! The past two months were a mess but I’m ready to come back now and I’m v excited. Pls accept this chapter as a token of my forgiveness </3 Feedback is appreciated as always :) AND THANK U FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!! :D

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The ride home was quiet.

Jisoo had drank a little too much, and it was evident by the way she laid her head upon your shoulder and mumbled slurred gibberish against your skin.

You opted to ignore her drunken antics, and instead just wrapped your arm around her shoulder while training your eyes on the darkness outside the front window.

Only when Jisoo trudged over to her bed after taking off her makeup and changing her clothes did she seem to have sobered up. She sprawled across her mattress, her face pressed into the blankets, before she turned and gazed at you. You were laying on your own bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you stared up at the ceiling.

Finally, Jisoo spoke a coherent sentence.

"Where did you go?" She asked. "At the party," she added a moment later.

You hesitated for a second.

"Wonwoo called me so I went to the bathroom. And then we fought because he was pissed that I went to a party without telling him." You explained. It wasn't a lie; that was what happened, before Mingyu showed up of course.

Jisoo sat up quickly in her bed, crossing her legs like a child listening intently to a teacher. She placed a hand under her chin and narrowed her eyes at you.

"You fought..." She started but trailed off. "Is that why you went off with Mingyu?" She questioned.

You stopped toying with the fabric of your shirt, completely frozen in place at the accusation.

"What?" You responded, your mouth suddenly dry. You sat up in your own bed now, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Come on, I'm not stupid." Jisoo rolled her eyes. "I saw you and Mingyu going upstairs. And then a minute later some guy comes in screaming about how he found Mingyu and some girl fucking in the bathroom. It wasn't hard to put two and two together."

You were horrified. It felt as if a hard punch had been delivered to your gut and a million wasps stung your skin at once. You could barely catch your breath.

"Wha- Does everyone know?" You cried, not even attempting to cover up that you had sex with Mingyu; Jisoo had already figured it out, and there was no way you could ever convince her otherwise.

Jisoo shook her head. "No, I only knew cause I saw you with him. And I didn't say anything to anyone." She reassured you.

You didn't say anything else. Hell, you couldn't even think of anything to say. You threw yourself back against the bed, covering your face with your hands. Embarrassment ate away at you.

Jisoo watched you in your distressed state, and she almost felt inclined to apologize. She shook away the thought and asked: "What are you gonna do?"

You peeled your hands off your face and sighed. You felt like crying again. You hated it; you were so sick of crying.

"What am I supposed to do?" You responded. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."

Jisoo chewed on her bottom lip as she thought for a moment. "Well... do you still wanna be with Wonwoo?"

"Yes," you said quickly. "I still love him. And I miss him a lot. But I just... things have been really bad lately."

Jisoo finally laid back down, mimicking you by staring at the ceiling. "You're gonna have to talk things out with him then. Be honest. Stop seeing Mingyu." She sighed. "That's what I would do."

You knew that Jisoo was right. But the thought of cutting off Mingyu left a sour taste in your mouth. You liked him a lot, as a person, and it felt unfair to just ditch him after the times he was there to comfort you.

But this was all so much more unfair to Wonwoo.

"Are you sure... that you wanna stay with Wonwoo?" Jisoo added in response to your silence.

Were you sure?

You said that you loved him: You loved the Wonwoo that took you to the cafe near campus and bought you your favorite latte; the Wonwoo that spent hours in bed with you binge-watching dumb cartoons; the Wonwoo that stayed up late with you on weekends to help you study for your exams.

He was still that same person. Things were just different now that you were far apart and couldn't be in each other's presence anymore.

Right?

Would the Wonwoo from a year ago have ignored your texts and angrily hung up on you?

How could this all possibly be to blame on some distance?

Jisoo took your silence as an answer and cleared her throat to regain your attention. She shifted onto her side to look at you, and you turned your head to meet her eyes.

"Look, I don't think you're a bad person, okay? I think you just made some mistakes." She said. "I know you care a lot about him, but long distance doesn't work for everyone."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop them from watering.

"Just think about it, okay? I don't want you or other people getting hurt." Jisoo said. She rolled onto her other side, her back now facing you. "Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

"Goodnight," you finally responded. Your voice was hoarse and weak.

You swallowed, and then reached for your phone.

You: that guy from the bathroom told everyone about you Sent at 12:48 AM

To your surprise, Mingyu responded quickly.

Mingyu: oh I know Sent at 12:48 AM

Mingyu: don't worry I already put him in his place Sent at 12:48 AM

You giggled quietly to yourself as you typed a response.

You: should I be scared for him? Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: nah he'll live Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: goodnight Y/N Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: sweet dreams :) Sent at 12:50 AM

Just as you finished typing a reply, quiet vibrating sounded from Jisoo's side of the room.

She stirred in her light state of sleep, feeling around her bed and eventually pulling her phone out from under her pillow. "Hello?" She said, hints of tiredness evident in her voice.

You wondered who could possibly be calling her right now. You guessed it was Seungcheol, but once Jisoo shot up in her bed alarmingly fast you began to doubt yourself.

"What?" She cried. "Is he okay?"

You sat up yourself now, watching her with concern as she turned on the light and began rummaging through her closet.

"I'm leaving right now. No, I'll be fine. I'll text you." She said as she pulled a backpack out and began wildly shoving items into it.

"What? Where are you going? What's going on?" You questioned once she hung up.

"My dad's in the hospital. Had a stroke or a heart attack or something, I don't know." Jisoo rambled without looking at you. She ran over to the bathroom with her bag in hand. "I'm going home for a few days." She explained from the other room.

When she walked back into the room, her backpack was slung over her shoulders and her eyes were shiny with tears.

"I hope he's okay. Please be safe." You responded, though it just made you feel useless.

"Thank you," she said, looking at you with saddened eyes before turning towards the door. "I'll see you soon." She called over her shoulder before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

Then you were left alone, with nothing but the dark room and the thoughts that weighed on your conscience.

You found it difficult to fall asleep that night.

When you walked into class on Tuesday, Mingyu looked different.

His hair was pushed back in his signature style and he wore his usual plain shirt and jeans, but something about him was changed. His chest seemed to be lifted with a newfound confidence.

He gave you a small smile when you approached him, and you swore you noticed his eyes graze over your figure, but you sat down without saying anything. You adjusted your skirt as you settled into your seat and pulled out your phone.

You anxiously checked your notifications, waiting for Wonwoo's name to appear, but there was still no answer.

You finally had sent him a text this morning saying that you needed to talk to him. You had spent the past few days thinking about what Jisoo said, and it was difficult to admit, but she was right.

Now it was just a waiting game until Wonwoo was ready to talk.

A notification caused your phone to buzz, and you perked up as you thought it might be Wonwoo, but instead it was a text from Mingyu.

You glanced over at him with your brows furrowed, and he just stared ahead, biting his lip to suppress a smirk. You opened the message.

Mingyu: you look good Sent at 10:05 AM

Your skin flushed at the compliment, and you quickly typed a reply.

You: you couldn't have said that to me in person? Sent at 10:06 AM

His own phone vibrated against the desk with your response. He picked it up nonchalantly, huffing out a quiet laugh.

Mingyu: well the reason I didn't say it out loud Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: is cause I also wanted to say that I keep thinking about last weekend Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: when your thighs were shaking Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: seeing you in that skirt reminded me of it Sent at 10:07 AM

You impulsively pressed your thighs together, your eyes widening and your lips flattening into a line as each message showed up on your screen.

You: you really think this is the time and place to be saying that? Sent at 10:07 AM

You: calm down you're acting like a douchey frat boy Sent at 10:07 AM

You smiled to yourself at your teasing reply, and you heard Mingyu quietly chuckle.

Mingyu: wowwwww Sent at 10:07 AM

Mingyu: don't act like you don't like it Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: I see you rubbing your thighs together over there Sent at 10:08 AM

You felt your face burn up as you realized he could see the effect he had on you. You didn't respond, letting him continue on.

Mingyu: I know you're a bad girl Y/N Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: you liked it when I spanked you Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: bet you'd like it if I touched you here right now Sent at 10:09 AM

You clicked your phone off quickly, setting it down against the desk. Your face was red, and you cleared your throat, trying to focus as the professor finally entered the room.

You kept your gaze locked on the front of the room, but you could still see Mingyu shifting closer to you out of the corner of your eye.

Just as the professor began talking, fingers brushed against your thigh and began toying with the hem of your skirt. You swallowed thickly, cursing yourself for the growing arousal between your legs.

Mingyu turned his head slightly towards you. "Don't react," he whispered. He turned his attention back to the front of the room, but his hand remained on your thigh, now softly squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

You inhaled a shaky breath, nervously glancing around the room. Luckily, you and Mingyu sat at the edge of the back row; the only other people in your row sat further down and to the left of Mingyu. His body and the desk most likely concealed everything that he was doing to you, but you were still fearful of getting caught.

His hand trailed upwards, slipping underneath your skirt. His fingers pressed into your inner thigh and you bit your lip. He stared forward, his face blank, as if nothing was happening.

His hand brushed against your core, and you inhaled sharply. The corner of his lip quirked up at the sound. Then he pressed his fingers against your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Your thighs squeezed shut around his hand instinctively, and Mingyu tsked quietly before pushing your legs apart again. He began rubbing slow circles through the fabric, your arousal soaking through. Your stomach was twisting into a tighter knot with each moment that passed.

Then Mingyu suddenly slipped his fingers beneath your underwear, pressing into your bare folds. You gasped quietly and quickly grabbed hold of his wrist.

"Stop," you muttered, your voice full of alarm. Mingyu pulled his hand away, and you clenched as you were left with nothing, but you let out a relieved sigh. You were panting quietly, and he glanced at you with worry in his eyes as he wiped his hand on his pants.

You pulled out your phone and quickly texted him.

You: we can't do that here Sent at 10:14 AM

Mingyu: I'm sorry Sent at 10:14 AM

You glanced at him, and he looked back at you. You nodded as if to say "it's okay" and chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated sending your next message.

You: come over tonight Sent at 10:15 AM

Mingyu's tongue darted out to lick his lips and he turned his head towards you. His lips were upturned into a smirk as he gave you an affirming nod.

Time seemed to crawl during the rest of your classes for the day; you were anticipating Wonwoo's response and running over in your mind what you were planning on doing with Mingyu later.

As evening approached, a large hole formed in the pit in your stomach. Wonwoo still had yet to respond, which left a bitter taste in your mouth; you guessed he still wasn't done giving you the silent treatment.

You almost texted Mingyu a few times to tell him not to come over, but each time, you thought about his hand slipping beneath your skirt in class and erased your message.

You were only okay with this because Jisoo was still gone, but also, the thought of inviting a guy over to have sex while your roommate was visiting her dad in the hospital made you feel guilty. And gross. When did you become so desperate for some dick?

It was around 10 PM now, and you were pacing around your room while waiting for Mingyu to show up. You had changed out of your skirt, now wearing shorts and a crewneck instead.

A knock at the door startled you, and then your stomach dropped. You were really doing this again. You twisted the knob with hands that trembled softly and opened the door.

Mingyu stood on the other side, and you quickly observed his appearance as he stepped into the room. He also had changed his clothes from earlier. Now he was wearing sweatpants and a zip-up over a t-shirt that hugged his chest nicely. His hair was a bit messier, too.

"Hi," you exhaled.

Mingyu stood tall over you, making you feel small and nervous. You fidgeted with your hands as you stared up at him.

"Hey," he replied, licking his lips as he scanned your face.

You hesitated. "Um... do you wanna watch a movie or something?" Internally, you cursed yourself for being so stiff and awkward. But Mingyu's lips turned up into a small smirk and he agreed.

A moment later, his body laid next to yours on the bed while you picked out some random movie on Netflix. Once it started, the rapid beating of your heart didn't allow you to pay attention to the laptop screen; it was so intense you were afraid that Mingyu could feel it.

You were also hyperaware of the sensation of his body lying next to yours. The warmth of his body radiated onto you and the soft fabric of his clothing felt like a blanket against your bare skin.

"Are you even paying attention?" He asked suddenly, causing you jump slightly.

You cleared your throat. "Y-yeah."

"You seem so tense," he teased. He placed his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezed. You inhaled shakily, keeping your eyes on the screen. "Is something on your mind?"

"No," you gulped.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." He said with a hushed voice into your ear. "I know what you invited me here for."

His face was so close that his nose was brushing against the side of your face while he spoke. Your stomach was in a tight knot now, and somehow your heart was beating even faster than before.

"You were so wet when I was touching you today." He continued to tease, lightly biting your ear. The hand that rested on your thigh moved up, his fingers brushing against your clit. "I knew you'd like that. You're dirty, aren't you?"

He pressed his fingers to your clit through your shorts as he asked the question. You whined softly, your hips jerking up at the stimulation. Finally, you turned your head towards him, pressing your lips to his in a rough kiss.

Mingyu bit at your bottom lip while he kissed you, and then pulled away after a moment to glance at the laptop that was still playing the movie. "You're not watching this, right?" He joked before shutting it and placing it on the floor.

He hovered over you now, his body caged between your legs, and went back to kissing you, this time with his tongue slipping past your lips. You moaned against his mouth softly as he pressed his warm body against yours.

He pulled away for a moment, making eye contact with you as he asked: "You sure you wanna do this?" He ran his hand down your side reassuringly as he awaited your reply. "We don't have to." He added before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

The sudden shift in his demeanor left you stunned for a moment; you quickly nodded before you could hesitate. "Yes, Mingyu." The hands that rested on the back of his neck pulled him closer to you, connecting your lips once again.

His hands began to tug the bottom of your shirt up, and the feeling of his fingers brushing against your stomach left small goosebumps across your skin.

Soon, clothes were discarded about the room, leaving you in only your bra and underwear and Mingyu in his sweats. His bare chest pressed against yours as he sucked and nibbled on the skin of your neck. You let out a soft moan, not even caring about the bruises that would later appear.

Mingyu lifted his face from your neck suddenly, mumbling against your cheek with a small smile on his face: "Can I try something with you?"

You stared at him, eyes wide with curiosity, and he grinned. His eyes seemed to flash with something that resembled insecurity before he finally admitted: "I wanna tie your hands."

You felt a gush of arousal between your legs at the thought—the thought of being teased with the inability to touch his skin. You nodded in approval. The corner of his lip twitched up at your receptiveness, and he glanced over his shoulder before grabbing one of your belts off the floor.

He secured it around your wrists before pushing them above your head, and just as he was about to continue leaving kisses across your body, you spoke. "Mingyu?"

His eyes widened as they rapidly scanned your face for signs of discomfort. "Do you not like it? Should I take it off?"

You snickered at how worried he was before asking: "Can you make it tighter?"

Relief flooded over Mingyu, and then he chuckled softly in disbelief. "Anything for you, sweets," he joked while adjusting the restraints around your wrists. You laughed, and the previous anxiety left your body.

Your wrists were bound tighter now, giving Mingyu full control, and his hands squeezed your waist as he placed a kiss on your chest. "I can't believe you," he said. "Acting so innocent when you're really a little whore for me."

His vulgar words shocked you, but you couldn't deny the other effects they had. You whined quietly, desperately raising your hips to meet his. Mingyu pushed your hips back down against the bed, and then one of his hands reached up to grope your chest.

He left wet kisses and bites across your body as he made his way from your neck to your hips, discarding the last of your clothing and leaving you bare beneath him. His jaw dropped a bit as he pulled your underwear down your legs, revealing the arousal that had built up. "So fucking wet," he observed in awe.

He began to kiss and suck on the skin of your inner thighs, avoiding the place where you needed him most. You wanted to reach down and tug at his hair, but the belt around your wrists prevented the action.

You groaned as you tried pushing your body closer to Mingyu's. "Please, Gyu." You begged. Mingyu glanced up at you from between your thighs with a smirk plastered on his face once he saw how desperate you looked.

"Is this what you want?" He asked as he dragged his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal. He rubbed your clit in tight circles and your legs twitched in response.

"More," you said in between moans. You were already sweating and red in the face out of desperation; you could feel your hair sticking to your forehead.

Mingyu stopped his movements, but his hand remained pressed to your clit, and it throbbed beneath his touch. "What else do you want?" He teased. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could clearly imagine the cocky, satisfied expression on his face right now. "Tell me," he pleaded.

He suddenly resumed his ministrations, this time at a faster pace, which made your stomach twist. You cried out, unable to form any words. "Come on, Y/N. Use your words."

He brought his hand down to your pussy in a rough slap. The sensation caused your entire body to jolt and you let out a whimper in surprise. Mingyu buried his face in your neck before whispering into your ear: "Beg for it."

Finally, you caved, and you arched your back as you moaned, "Please, Gyu. Please fuck me."

A devilish yet satisfied grin settled across his face as he pulled away from you. "Good girl." He quickly said as his hands found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants. You glanced down, seeing the way his cock strained against the fabric. You wanted to reach out and feel him, but all you could do was lie there helplessly as he undressed himself. He lowered his pants further down his hips until he suddenly stopped.

"Do you have condoms?" He questioned, his lips pursing in thought.

You shook your head. "No. Why would I have them?" Realization slowly began to dawn on you. "You didn't for-"

"Fuck," Mingyu groaned while running his palms over his face. "I forgot."

Disappointment settled over you, but the lust you were feeling for him remained. You ran over various thoughts in your mind as you observed his conflicted expression.

Mingyu's arms dropped to his sides. "It's okay," he reassured. "We can do something else." He looked up at you, his previous lust-filled expression returning as he caressed your thighs. "Have you ever sat on anyone's face before?" He suggested.

The thought enticed you—the image of Mingyu between your thighs always made your stomach twist—but ultimately you knew you needed to feel him inside you.

"Just fuck me anyways." You blurted out. Mingyu's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"What?" He cried.

"I'm on the pill," you quickly explained. "You can just... pull out or whatever." Heat rushed to your cheeks; you had become so desperate for him.

You weren't sure what you were doing. Deep down, you knew it was a terrible idea, but you were being controlled by lust—the same lust and desire that made you tell him you wanted to kiss him a few nights ago.

Mingyu's lips were still parted in shock as he scanned your face. "Really?" He didn't see a single hint of hesitation on your visage.

"If that's what you want..." he trailed off. You saw a look of desire return to his eyes as he observed your bare body. Finally, he pushed his pants down his hips and leaned over you again.

His forearms rested on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him as he slipped his tongue into your mouth once again.

He reached down and grabbed hold of his hardened cock, guiding it through the folds of your pussy. Your jaw hung open and a deep moan escaped your throat at the pleasure. "You're gonna be the death of me, I swear." Mingyu mumbled into your ear in response to your moans.

He coated himself in your arousal as he continued to rub his cock against you, his tip nudging your clit and teasing you with the smallest bit of relief. He buried his face in your neck as he finally pushed himself into you.

A loud moan fell from his lips at the feeling. This was so much different from last time. It felt warm and soft and bare. Every sensation felt amplified; the stimulation was so intense.

"Holy shit," you gasped. You felt it too.

Mingyu's hips stuttered as he bottomed out inside you. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned. His words mixed with his hot breath against your throat made your entire body burn up. Mingyu slowly pulled himself out of you, and your back arched as his cock rubbed against your walls before he pushed into you again roughly.

Your chest rose and fell quickly with each short breath you took while Mingyu set his pace of his hips slapping against yours. Your back was still arched, and your hips lifted up uncontrollably to meet his.

"F-fuck," you whined. Your arms tried to spread apart, but they were restricted by the belt again. There was a dull ache in your wrists, but it only added to the pleasurable mix of sensations you were feeling right now.

His hands were squeezing your waist tight, to the point where you thought there might be marks there later. He thrusted into you quickly, desperately trying to reach his high. You opened your eyes to watch his euphoric expression: his head was tilted back, his lips parted, and eyes fluttered shut.

He let out a particularly loud moan and his eyes met yours. A small smile found its way to his lips before his eyes grazed down until they reached your chest. He watched the way your breasts bounced with each movement, and the sight nearly made his eyes roll back into his head.

"You gonna come?" He choked out as he saw the pleasure on your face. You moaned in response, unable to speak. He leaned over you and wrapped his hand around your throat. He stopped for a moment, before roughly pushing into you, his hips slapping against yours.

Finally, he brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to thrust into you. The knot in your stomach burned and tightened. You clenched around him, which caused him to choke out a moan.

The pressure in your stomach reached its breaking point. Your body was washed over with a feeling of euphoria as your thighs shook uncontrollably. You could barely hear yourself when you let out a loud cry.

Your moans, the euphoric look on your face, and the feeling of you clenching around him all led to the snap of pleasure in Mingyu's core. He gasped as he struggled to pull himself out of you. "Fuck, I'm coming."

Hot ropes of cum painted across your stomach. Mingyu's chest rose and fell with his pants and moans as he watched the substance cover your body.

"Fuck," he whispered in awe once his orgasm faded away and he admired the mess he left on you.

Just as you were trying to catch your breath and relax your arms, they were stopped by the belt again. "Are you gonna take this off me now?" You asked.

Mingyu chuckled. "I guess so." He finally undid the loop and threw the belt to the floor. You sighed in relief. Mingyu quickly noticed the red marks on your wrists and caressed the irritated skin. "Oh, no. You could've told me it was hurting you." He frowned.

"No, it's fine. I-I liked it." You admitted sheepishly. Luckily, your cheeks were still red from before, so it hid the embarrassed flush of your skin. It was true, though. You never did these types of things before, and you certainly never thought pleasure and pain could go together, but you now that you had experienced it, you were enjoying it all too much.

Mingyu shook his head in disbelief, a smile spreading across his lips as he stared at you. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his softly.

After a moment, Mingyu pushed you back slightly. "You, uh, probably don't wanna get that on your bed." He pointed to the cum on your stomach. You glanced down. You had almost forgotten it was there.

"Yeah, you're probably right." You laughed. Mingyu reached over for a tissue to wipe it off. The two of you cleaned up, and soon you were lying next to him on the bed again, with him back in his sweats and you with an oversized shirt on.

You faced each other, but your head was curled up against his chest, listening to the quiet sound of his heart beating beneath his ribs.

"You don't seem sad this time." He said. His chest vibrated beneath you as he spoke. You pulled away to look at him with your brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. All the other times we've done this you just seem sad after. But this time you don't." He noted.

You shrugged. "You seem different too. More cocky, I guess."

Mingyu pushed you playfully. "Shut up," he snickered.

"No, seriously!" You exclaimed with a laugh. "You were so awkward like a week ago and then today you pulled that stupid stunt in class!" You playfully smacked him back in the chest.

"Okay, yeah. You're right." Mingyu smiled, and then he sighed. "I guess I'm just... getting used to this."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, both thinking of the same thing.

Mingyu rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. "Which I really shouldn't be," he continued. You chewed on your lip as you pondered what to say.

"I'm breaking up with him."

Saying it out loud made realization hit you like a ton of bricks. But you weren't upset anymore. You would miss all those trips to the coffee shop and weekends in bed from over the past two years, but they had already come to an end the moment you packed up and moved away. At this point, he had become someone you used to know—someone you were holding on to when maybe you should have let go a long time ago.

Mingyu was quiet for a moment. "Wow," he finally spoke. "That's probably for the best. You didn't seem happy."

"Yeah..." you trailed off. An awkward silence started to settle, so you cleared your throat and quickly changed subjects. "So, I haven't heard much about this frat you're in."

Mingyu chuckled softly, turning towards you again. "What do you wanna know?" His hands idly reached for yours, fidgeting with and rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

You thought for a second. "Hmm, I guess... who are the other guys besides you, Cheol, Seungkwan, Seokmin, and bathroom guy?"

Mingyu let out a loud laugh. "Oh, God. Bathroom guy is Soonyoung. I swear, he's the smartest yet stupidest person you'll ever meet." He paused, his face contorted in thought. "Then there's Josh..."

You slowly stirred awake, scrunching your face once you realized the light was still on and about to blind you the second you opened your eyes. You peeked open an eye, glancing around your room for the clock. It was almost 4 AM. You sighed, groggily trying to sit up and recollect what you were doing before you fell asleep, but an arm was weighing you down.

You glanced over your shoulder, and were taken back in surprise for a second when you saw Mingyu lying next to you. The two of you must have dozed off at some point without realizing, and now he was pressed up against you from behind with his arm draped over your waist. He was sleeping deeply, with his lips slightly parted and cheeks puffed out.

You peeled his arm off you slowly, careful not to wake him as you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. You observed yourself in the fluorescent lighting. Thankfully, your hair wasn't too messy, but your makeup was still on and smudged around your eyes. Something about it almost made you feel hungover.

You spent a few minutes cleaning yourself up before staring at your reflection. If it wasn't already awkward enough that you and Mingyu accidentally fell asleep together, now he would see you bare-faced and groggy with sleep when he woke up. Sure, you two had sex a couple times, but somehow sleeping together was a thousand times more intimate.

You tiptoed out of the bathroom, slowly shutting the door so it didn't make any noise. You lay back down in bed stiffly, pressing yourself right against the edge to avoid Mingyu's grasp.

Just as you finished turning off the light and settling back into bed, Mingyu's arm reached forward and rested across your waist again.

"What time is it?" He muttered, his voice raspy with sleep. You jumped at the sudden noise.

"Oh, um, it's 4:02." You answered.

Mingyu pushed himself up onto his forearm and rubbed his eyes. "Like, in the morning?" He asked. You told him yes and his eyes widened. "Woah, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." He yawned.

He fully sat up now, running his hands through his messy hair. He turned to you, just barely able to see you in the dark. "I can go, if you want."

Oh, God. Even though this situation was an awkward mess, there was no way you could make him go home now.

"I'm not kicking you out in the middle of the night. What kind of terrible person do you think I am?" You responded, to which Mingyu laughed under his breath. "It's only a few more hours."

"Okay," Mingyu said as he lay on his back again. He rolled onto his side, his back towards you. You sat in silence before Mingyu added, "Thanks for not kicking me out."

You chuckled quietly, allowing your eyes to flutter shut and waiting for sleep to overtake you again.

The next time you woke up, sunlight shone in your eyes. With your eyes squinted shut, you rolled over, expecting to bump into Mingyu, but were greeted with empty sheets instead.

Your eyes shot open as you felt around the bed and realized that Mingyu was nowhere to be found. You couldn't help feeling disappointed. Even though you were dreading having to face him in the morning, the fact that he left without saying a word stung.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. "Oh, you're awake," a low voice called. Mingyu stood in the doorway, still shirtless and his hair a little tousled.

You smiled. "I thought you left."

"Nope, still here," he replied. He sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at you. His dark eyes looked like they held a certain warmth in them. "I've never seen someone look so nice after waking up," he said.

Your face burned up instantly. "Stop," you cried sheepishly, burying your face in your hands. You didn't even want to imagine what you looked like right now.

Mingyu grabbed your wrists and pulled them away from your face. "No, really!" He exclaimed while you wrestled back with him. "Your hair isn't even messy and your skin looks so clear," he said in between laughs.

"What are you trying to do, Mingyu?" You cried.

"Just take the compliment and say thanks!" He responded.

You stopped fighting back, letting him hold your wrists while you stared at him with a pout. "Fine," you grumbled. "Thank you."

A satisfied grin settled across his lips, and suddenly you noticed how close he was to you. "You're welcome," he said, his face only a few inches from yours.

You watched as his eyes dragged down to your lips and your breath nearly caught in your throat. He inched forward until his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and slow, until he pushed you back against the bed and pinned your wrists by the side of your head. He slipped his tongue past your lips and you moaned quietly against his mouth.

"You know what I said last night about you sitting on my face?" Mingyu pulled away to say, staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You felt arousal growing between your legs as you nodded rapidly. Mingyu let go of your wrists to lie on his back instead. Your hands trembled a bit as you reached to pull your underwear down your thighs.

"Your phone keeps going off," Mingyu said.

"Huh?" You didn't even hear it because you were too focused on the knot you felt in your stomach. You recollected yourself and shook your head. "Just ignore it. It's probably Jisoo or something."

"Hurry up," he teased, lightly smacking your thigh. You were straddling his waist.

"I am! I'm just nervous." You replied, trying to ignore the heat that was rushing to your cheeks. "I don't wanna accidentally kill you."

Mingyu rolled his eyes. "Oh, shush. I wouldn't wanna die any other way." You hovered above his face, hesitating each time you tried to lower yourself. Finally, Mingyu grabbed onto your thighs and pulled you down. You instantly moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue flicking against your clit.

"H-holy shit," you moaned breathlessly. He held onto your thighs tightly, not allowing you to move. Your legs began to twitch at the stimulation and your hips rocked involuntarily.

Mingyu pulled away, and you thought for a second that he was trying to tease you before he groaned: "Oh, my god. Who keeps calling you?" He shoved his hand under your pillow and pulled out your phone, squinting at the screen as he read.

"Who's Wonwoo?"

Your heart dropped right into the pit of your stomach. It felt like someone had punched you in the gut and you were unable to catch your breath.

"Are you kidding?" You cried. Mingyu had never seen your eyes so wide before. He turned the phone around to show you. Sure enough, Wonwoo's name was on the screen.

"Is that your boyfrie-" he started, but you interrupted by jerking the phone out of his hand.

"Don't say anything," you ordered. You hit answer and brought the phone up to your ear with a shaky hand.

"Hey," you said, trying to conceal the quiver in your voice.

"Hey," Wonwoo replied. Hearing his voice again made your throat tighten.

"I'm on campus. Can we please talk?"

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Behind Closed Doors 01

Rated: M | 18+

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: High school/Step-Siblings, Explicit smut.

Word Count: 5.1k

Part: One | Two |

Warning: Step-siblings, Explicit & graphic sexual content, Alcohol consumption, Language

Summary: After moving to a new city, a rager of a party and an intense, all consuming, mindless fuck with a tall dark stranger seemed to be exactly what you were craving. A one night stand never hurt anyone, right? Until of course, that stranger turned out to be your new step brother.

Note: I’ve been looking for a new step-sibling Jungkook fic for a while and couldn’t find one so I decided to write it myself sdjkdjfjk. This chapter is more setting up the rest of the story but I hope you guys like it! Also, the other bts members make brief appearances as the story progresses, as well as a few blackpink girls. I’m newer to tumblr so if you like the fic please show some love & some feedback and I’ll upload part two soon. Love you guys and hope you enjoy ;).

Part One

You realized your room had turned into somewhat of a shit show while getting ready, as per usual. Nothing you couldn’t fix later though, you had enough on your mind right now. You were mildly panicked while getting dressed because you had to look at least somewhat attractive tonight. It was the first party you’d been invited since you moved here 3 weeks ago and you wanted to make a good impression. Moving away, changing high schools and leaving behind all your friends in the middle of the year wasn’t the most ideal situation for you, to say the least. You tried as long as you could to avoid accepting the reality of everything but the first day of school is when it really hit. Considering the fact that your last school wasn’t even half as big or well-funded as your new one, it was an adjustment figuring everything out. You were anxious about not knowing a single person the entire day until you met Lisa and Jennie in physics. The three of you guys sorta just clicked and became friends with ease. They showed you around and it relieved some of your social anxiety to know that there were at least a few cool people here.

Earlier in the day, Jennie texted you, inviting you to a party at her ex-boyfriends place. You hadn’t met him yet and were slightly confused as to why Jennie parties with her ex but she explained that her and Taehyung were cool with each other now. She also mentioned that pretty much everyone else in your senior class was going to be there too. Hence why you needed to look hot as fuck.

You studied your reflection in the mirror, deciding wether or not to change your outfit for the third time in the past 10 minutes. Yup, you needed to. You lifted the dress off of your body with a sigh and returned to your closet, hoping to find anything remotely cute at this point. Shortly after making another mess, you came across an old satin black dress. You picked it up and held it to your body, wondering if it would still fit, it had been a while since the last time you wore it. It couldn’t hurt to just try it on, you thought. You slipped the dress on over your head and adjusted it to your body before reaching towards the small of your back, praying to God it would zip up.

Finally, you were able to get it closed. You turned your body at all angles in the mirror to get an extensive view of your look. The dress had become a bit too form-fitting and an maybe an inch too short on you over time but you looked...good. Finally, you thought, you could work with this. You knew your mom would never let you get away with it though. To compromise, you decided to throw a sweatshirt on over the dress to cover up, at least until you left the house. You threw your lipgloss, phone, and all the necessities into your handbag and rushed downstairs to say goodbye to your mom.

You opened her rooms door and stuck your head in, shocked to see her getting ready to go out as well. “Where are you going?” You asked, confused. She didn’t mention she had any plans. “John invited me out. He said it’s a surprise.” She said excitedly, with half of her attention focused on styling her hair. “Again? The same guy?” You asked. After your parents divorced when you were young, your mom became somewhat of a serial dater. No one guy was ever right for her or stuck around long enough. If you were being honest, you stopped keeping track of your moms love life a while ago. “Yes the same guy.” She replied with a slight attitude. You were taken aback by that, this had to be the longest she’s been consistently seeing one guy. You knew she was glad you guys were able to find a house in the area, so she could see him more often but you didn’t think much of it at the time. Maybe she was finally starting to get serious with someone. You hadn’t met him yet but now, you were starting to get curious. “Alright, I’m gonna go but have fun on your date.” You replied getting ready to turn and leave. “Wait, you’re hanging out with Jennie tonight right? Tell her I say Hi.” She said. You almost forgot for a moment that you lied to her about the party. So what if she thinks you’re going to a girls night out with Jennie? You figured the less she knows, the less she’ll worry. And technically speaking, you weren’t really lying to your mom, you actually were going to hang out with her tonight. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. “Yeah, uh I will. See you later! Love you!” You said. “Okay bye, love you!” She replied as you left, shutting the door behind you.

You almost thought you had the wrong address when your gps began taking you up into the hills. Even though you were new to the area, you knew only rich people lived up here. Your jaw dropped when you finally pulled up to your destination, going back to your texts to make sure you put the right one in. It was a massive house, like some shit you’d see in a magazine or on TV. Jennie’s ex must be rich rich you thought to yourself. There were a bunch of cars parallel parked on the side of the street, so you pulled in and did the same. It really did seem like everyone was here. You quickly checked yourself in the car mirror, reapplying your lip and fixing your hair before heading inside. You could hear loud music pour out of the function as soon as you stepped out of your car, thankfully there weren’t many other houses nearby to complain about the noise. One of the many perks of living in luxury you supposed.

Your anxiety started to kick in as you headed in through the front door with a few strangers, losing them in the crowd as you entered. Woah. You definitely didn’t go to parties like this at your old school. Red neon lights saturated the air in every room, a dense cloud of smoke lingered above the crowd and the music followed you wherever you went. You tried to take it all in as made your way through the crowd hoping to find a single recognizable face. You walked through the living room and entered the kitchen, shocked by how many bottles of alcohol were just laying around, expensive ones too. You poured yourself a diluted mixed drink in attempt to calm your nerves.

“Y/N!!!!!” You heard you’re name in a high pitched scream from behind you. It was Jennie, she jumped up and gave you a hug from behind. “I was looking for you! God you scared me.” You admitted with a laugh. “Oops sorryyy.” She apologized, she was entirely too giggly and spoke with a slur. You could tell she was a few drinks ahead of you. “You look so hot tonight what the fuck?” She exclaimed, a too little loud. “Thanks.” You said with a smile, flattered by the compliment. “What are you doing?” She asked looking down at your cup. “You need a shot! Not whatever this is. Do one with me!” She pleaded, you considered it for a moment. “I don’t know, I don’t wanna get too drunk.” You explained. She rolled her eyes at that. “Okay bitch, first of all why not, and second of all come on! A couple shots never hurt anyone.” You saw the look on her face, Jennie could be pretty convincing when she wanted to be. Fuck it right? After all, you were at a party. “Okay fineee.” You agreed reluctantly. She was ecstatic at your response, immediately reaching for a dark liquor and pouring both of you a shot. You clinked glasses before taking them down, feeling an immediate bitterness in your mouth and a warmth in your chest. “That tastes like shit.” You told her, wiping a drop from your lips. She laughed at that. “Trust me you can’t even feel it after a few.” She poured another shot for you and herself. You both braced yourselves and took it back. She lied, the second one definitely tasted worse. You cringed from the taste. “The faces you make are too funny.” Jennie teased while laughing. She reached for the bottle one more time and started to pour another round. “Are you trying to get me drunk? Cus if you want me or something just say that.” You said, trying to holding back your laughter. She shoved you in response, only mildly amused by your words. “I hate you.” She handed you the last shot and you both took it down.

No Idea by Don Toliver began playing loudly from the speakers and Jennie screamed in response. “Ah! I love this song! Dance with me?”Jennie asked, extending her hand to you. You rolled your eyes before taking it, allowing her to drag you to the living room. You weren’t exactly a talented dancer, like Jennie, so usually you’d feel a bit awkward while dancing but that wasn’t the case tonight. Maybe it was just because the crowd was so live or the music was thumping or those shots you just took, but you were feeling right. Jennie put her hands on your waist and pulled you closer to her, guiding you into the rythym. You both moved as if your bodies had synced with the music, dancing all over each other. For a moment it felt like you and everyone else in the room were on the same wavelength. While dancing, you locked eyes with a guy leaning against a the wall, a distance away from you. His eyes were dark and peircing, shaded by long locks of his jet black hair. He took a sip of his drink and a slight smirk crept onto his face as he realized he’d caught your attention, as if he’d had his eyes on you for a while. You kept your focus him on while you were dancing, observing him as he gave you a long look from your head to your toes.

In the midst of the moment, the two of you were interrupted by Jennie. “There’s no fucking way.” She said, shocked. You quickly turned your attention to her, wondering what she was talking about. Her smiled had faded and her body stilled as she looked at something in the crowd. As if she had seen something she wished she didn’t. “Jennie.” You said concerned. You tried to follow her line of sight to see what was going on, scanning the room. “What’s wrong?” You asked loudly, leaning into her. “Fucking Taehyung.” She gestured towards a far corner. You turned to look, only to see a guy you assumed to be Taehyung with his tongue halfway down some girls throat and his eyes on Jennie. He winked at her, like he was glad that she had seen. Gross. You couldn’t help but feel shitty for her. Guess everything with them wasn’t cool after all.

“I’m sorry. Fuck him.” You said loudly, trying to console her over the sound of the music. You could see she was hurt but she hid it behind a wall of anger. “Two can play at that game you know.” She replied calmly. “I invented that game.” You hadn’t really seen her like this before, she was lethal and you could feel it. She pulled away from you. “I’ll be back.” She shouted. “Wait what? where are you going?” You asked, worried about her. “I’m fine I just have to do something. I’ll find you later okay? Sorry!” She said, before walking away, leaving you in the middle of the crowd. You didn’t fully believe her when she said she was fine but if she wanted some time alone, you were gonna let her have it. It didn’t stop you from worrying though.

You sighed before shuffling your way out of the living room and to a quieter spot against the wall. You pulled out your phone to check it. You sent a few snaps to some old friends and a text to update your mom so she wouldn’t worry. After that, you headed back into the kitchen in search of something to drink that wasn’t hard liquor. All that dancing made you thirsty. You opened the fridge, allowing the light from inside to pour out, mixing with the neon red tint already in the air. You bent over to look inside for a water bottle, juice, or even a godamn soda. After shuffling some things around, you came up dry. All you could find was extra beer. Did these people only drink alcohol? You shut the door of the fridge in disappointment and turned to walk away, only to be stopped by the view in front of you. The same eyes you spotted from a distance earlier were now right in front of you. You studied all of him for a moment, just now being able to get real look at him. He was leaned against the kitchen island coolly, looking right at you. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he was attractive, in pretty much every single physical way there was. You found yourself admiring his style and shiny silver rings over his black ink tattoos. You nearly let yourself get lost in his picture before the thought occurred to you. How long had he been standing there? You immediately felt timid, realizing that if he was there for long enough, he for sure had a perfect view of your ass while you were bending over in the fridge. Now was probably a good time for you to stop starting at him say something, like anything.

“Hi.” You said, regretting it immediately. Hi? Really? In your defense, it was all you could get out in front of his naturally intimidating presence. At least you broke the silence, you thought. “Hi.” He responded with a soft smile on his face. “How come I haven’t seen you around here before?” He inquired, taking a sip from his red solo cup. “I uh.. I just moved here a couple weeks ago.” You explained, wondering why he had taken a sudden interest in specifically you. “Ah that explains it.” He said nonchalantly. “Explains what?” You raised an eyebrow. “Why we haven’t hung out before.” He finished. It was obvious to you he meant more with his words by the look on his face. “So is that why you were watching me earlier? You wanna ‘hang out’ with me?” You teased, being thankful that alcohol gave you more courage than you ever would have sober. He chuckled at that before taking a step toward you. You notably felt your heart rate increase. There was a part of you that wanted to take a step back, increasing the space between you two but you ultimately ignored it. He leaned into you to speak in your ear, just loud and close enough so you could hear his words and feel the warmth on his breath on your neck. “You know why I was watching you dance, just like I know why you’re still standing here, talking to me.” He withdrew slightly, now facing you. His focus shifted from your eyes down to your lips for just a moment before returning. Fuck. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t melt a little right there. He was confident if anything, and nothing turned you on more. You could smell the alcohol on him, his lips still wet from his most recent sip. Lust and drinks were dangerous combination and he seemed determined to get his fix.

”So what are you going to about it?” You asked calmly, faking just enough confidence to pretend like he didn’t have you dying inside. A devilish smirk appeared on his face as if he were playing out the answer in his head. You could feel yourself get warmer, your cheeks had to have been noticeably red by now. You had an overwhelming feeling he could see right through you. He didn’t give you an answer and instead, pulled away returning to his drink, seeming all too satisfied with himself and his effect on you. “Hey!” You heard a voice call out to you from a distance, both of you turned to look at the source. It was Jennie, finally returning. Worse timing just didn’t exist, you thought. She gestured at you to come near her and you nodded in agreement. Hesitantly, you pulled away from the kitchen but not before sharing one last loaded look with those dark eyes, as if there was more to be said, more to be done, and not nearly enough hours in the night for any of it. He let you leave without a word, and the interaction lingered fresh in your mind.

You walked up to Jennie. “Hey! Where’d you go?” You asked. “I kinda did something bad.” She admitted. You were instantly curious and slightly worried at the same time. “Don’t scare me, what happened?” You asked. She hesitated a moment before answering. “I kinda... blew Tae’s best friend. In his bed.” She laughed, covering her smile with her hand. What? You were wondering if you heard that right. “No you fucking didn’t. Who?!” You inquired in awe, shocked but impressed at the lengths this girl would go to for revenge. You made a mental note to not get on her bad side. “Jimin.” She pointed him out in the crowd so you could put a face to the name. “He’s always had a thing for me so it was easy.... and quick.” She joked, now making you laugh, you shook your head, still in a state of disbelief. Okay so obviously, Jennie wasn’t the best at dealing with her hurt and her & Taehyung definitely didn’t have the most healthy relationship but they’ve been on and off for like two years now, you figured they’re probably used to shit like this. And even if you didn’t completely agree with her method of revenge, Taehyung had it coming. You knew she was on one tonight, already hurting, and you figured it’d be easier just to be supportive. “Honestly, he kind of asked for it when he made out with that bitch in front of you.” You pointed out, she laughed at that. Your smile faded as you looked to your left to see a more-than-pissed-off Taehyung walking towards you two. Looks like news traveled here, fast. “Jennie.” You gestured towards him to let her know he was coming, by the look on his face it was obvious he knew. “Here come the fireworks.” Jennie announced under her breath. He walked up to you both, sparing you a moments glance before grabbing Jennie by her arm. “What’s up babe?” She asked casually. He wasn’t having it. “We need to talk.” His voice was so low it was kind of scary, he pulled her to the side and she went along, only with some resistance.

Once again, you were on your own. You decided to find a bathroom to freshen yourself up a bit in the mean time. Unfortunately, all the ones downstairs were occupied or had muffled moans from behind the door. You decided to head upstairs, hoping to find an unoccupied one there. Most of the doors were locked, storage, or closets. You were close to giving up before you found a room at the end of the hall was empty and unlocked. A bedroom. You didn’t think anyone would mind if you used the mirror, so you walked in real quick and did. You rearranged your hair and reapplied your lip gloss.

As you were finishing up your last coat of gloss, you heard the door creak open behind you and shut. You immediately turned to look, surprised to see the same guy from earlier. “Hi.” He said with a smile, leaning against the door. “You stalking me now?” You teased, putting the gloss back into your handbag and setting it on the side table near you. “Can you blame me? We didn’t get to finish our... talk.” He said, locking the door behind him. With the sound of that click, it became clear your meeting had a different context. You could feel the atmosphere in the room change to become... heavier almost. He approached you, deleting the space between you with each movement. It also didn’t help that you already had your back against a wall, there really was nowhere to go this time. You swallowed a lump in your throat you didn’t realize was there to begin with. “You know...” He began, getting closer to you now than before, “I can’t stop thinking about you in this fucking dress.” He spoke lowly. You saw his lust-filled eyes staring back at you as his hands reached down to your waistline, tracing the edges of your body. You felt chills follow as his hand found its way from your hips down to your outer thighs, lightly grazing your ass. “Yeah?” You asked, at a loss of words due to your proximity to him. You were rendered practically helpless to his touch, there wasn’t much your body allowed you to do in his presence except submit to his will. “Yeah.” He replied. Once he reached the lower hem of your dress he let himself teeter at the edge. You bit your lip, maintaining eye contact, knowing what you craved at your core, praying he knew too.

He let hands linger on you a moment before he slipped two fingers under the lower band of your dress, you immediately felt the coldness of his hands against the soft skin of your outer thighs as he lifted the fabric slowly, just high up enough to have access to you. And all you did, was let him. He placed a hand at your center, feeling the wetness that had soaked through your panties. You blushed, embarrassed at the wet mess you’d become throughout the night. “Fuck, you’re so wet...” He said, speaking in a tone much lower than before. “...all for me?” He asked. It definitely was. The built up tension mixed between you two was enough to get you there. You were flustered by his practically immediate hold on you, all you wanted to do was anything he wanted you to. All you wanted to say was everything and anything he wanted to hear. “Mmhm.” You nodded, your faces closer than ever. He seemed satisfied with your response because in turn, he gave you the friction you were craving. Your breathing became unsteady as he let his hand grind against you outside the fabric of your panties, pressing his middle finger into your slit with the perfect amount of pressure. He created just enough need burning inside of you for you to know it wasn’t nearly enough. He enjoyed teasing you, it was all over his face. You needed more. You craved more.

And as if he could read your mind, he finally slipped his hand underneath the waistband of your panties and stimulated your clit with his bare hand. You let out a a whine as he felt all of you, high off the sensation of skin to skin contact. Every warm and wet bit of you was in his hands. “Fuck.” You said breathily. He moved softly, in small circles at first, setting every single one of your nerve endings on fire. He could see the satisfaction in your face, you couldn’t hide it even if you tried at this point. He increased his pace, hearing the sounds of your scattered whines and whimpers gradually increase in volume. He was relentless, reaching the most sensitive parts of you and exacting completely and utter pleasure. His forehead rested against yours as your eyes shut in pleasure. It felt as if there was some overwhelming magnetic pull drawing you into each other, you couldn’t really tell who leaned in first as your soft pink lips collided desperately with his. You moaned into his mouth. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, gliding perfectly against yours in a heavenly rhythm. You felt a kind of intimacy within the kiss that was rare to you. Of course he was a good kisser, like really good.

You lightly bit his lip as he slipped a finger inside of you. It was as if kissing you only set him off more. You adjusted to him with ease considering how wet he had you before even touching you. He began pumping in and out of you, creating a new sensation only adding to the hopeless mess you’d become due to him. He moved inside you at the perfect angle. You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his for a moment so you could catch your breath. “Please.” You moaned softly, stunned with pleasure. “Please what?” He asked sternly, as if he wanted you to use your words, describing the sensations you were feeling, how he made you feel. “Please d- don’t stop.... please? It feels so fucking amazing.” You pleaded, feeling your impending climax within reach. He inserted another finger in you, curling them both inside you to hit your sweet spot with every pump. Fuck. That was it. How did he seem to have every inch of your body figured out already? In response, you, without consciously realizing it, began grinding your hips into him hopelessly. Your mouth opened in pleasure.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked lowly, studying every part of you, he was so enamored with the moment, there was nothing in this world that could pull either of you away from this. You were almost too high off him to respond, but you nodded frantically as another moan escaped your lips. “Yes.” You admitted. You could feel your orgasm nearing as you slowly lost your others senses. “You’re gonna cum all over my hand?” He asked, moving himself faster somehow, you didn’t think it was possible. “Fuck, yes.” All you could feel now was him, pushing you to the edge, moving his fingers to penetrate inside of you at a pace you’d never felt before. “Cum for me.” He ordered, ready to witness you fall apart in front of him, all because of him. You obeyed, feeling a wave of euphoria crash into you and travel to the depths your body, cumming hard. Your cunt pulsated around his fingers as your body trembled in complete physical pleasure. This had to be heaven. The only thought in your head while you were in the clouds? You wanted more. How could you still crave more?

When you opened your eyes, returning back to planet earth, your breathing returned to normal again. All you could see was him in front of you. Those dark eyes were filled with want. You let your eyes trail down to the bulge between his legs. His cock was begging to be released from the restraining fabric of his clothes. Poor guy, he was so focused on you the whole time, he needed immediate relief. You slowly reached your hand down to the waist band of his pants. He didn’t make a single movement, as if he didn’t want to miss a moment of you. You slipped your hands underneath his pants, tracing the length of him from outside his briefs. He was so fucking hard. You wondered how he managed to fight the urge to turn you over and fuck you right there against the wall.

You dropped down to your knees and lowered his clothing, allowing him to reveal all of himself to you. You looked him in the eyes as you let your tongue wet the underside of his cock until it reached the head. He watched intently as you let your tongue slide across his slit before taking the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his hypersensitive head. Teasing him, just like he did you. You heard a suppressed moan from deep inside him. That was enough to motivation for you take all of him into your into your mouth. The warm wet softness surrounded him as your mouth fit tight around his cock. You heard his breath hitch. The sight of your face on him mixed with the sensation, it was just enough to drive him crazy. He was leaking with so much precum, you could taste it. He slowly began rocking his hips into your throat. You felt him sink into further and further into pleasure with each thrust. He threw his head back as you finally took him deep into your throat. Holding your breath, you rocked yourself back and forth on his cock. The soft tightness of your throat bobbing up and down on the head of his cock was overwhelming enough for his eyes to roll back into his head. “Fuckkk.” He moaned breathily, it was obvious he was already close to his limit.

“S-stop.” He said hesitantly. You ignored it and continued, determined to make him cum as hard as you just did. “Don’t make me cum. I-...” He paused what he was saying, distracted by the wave of pleasure he felt as you took him deep into your warm throat again, disregarding his words. “I’ve been dying to get inside you all night.” He admitted breathily, in attempt to get you to stop sucking his cock so he could stuff it inside you instead. Your insides throbbed at the thought of it. Although you wouldn’t mind having him inside you, like at all, you knew he was close to riding out his orgasm and you wanted to see the look his face when he came, from this angle. You looked up at him innocently and kept going. He tried to back up slightly, but you didn’t let him. “Fuck.” He said under his breath, tired of trying so hard hold back his release. Everything he was saying went out the window as he gave into his most primal desires, rocking his hips into you, chasing his orgasm, and contradicting himself once more. “God you feel so fucking good.” He mumbled as his thrusts gradually became sloppier and more desperate. He reached a hand down to entangle in your hair, pushing himself deeper into you as his body tensed up and stilled. He let out a moan as he came down your throat. You could feel the warmth of the large pool of cum in you, you swallowed it all cleanly.

He pulled out of you once his orsgasm faded. Seeming satisfied that you swallowed. You stood up and cleaned off your mouth, and readjusted your dress. Assessing how bad the damage was to your appearance from what you two had just done. He put himself back in his pants and did the same in the mirror. There was an kind of afterglow that surrounded the both of you. You looked at him through the reflection in the mirror. “Sorry I didn’t stop.” You said with a smile, realizing afterward that you probably should have. He returned a smile and shrugged. “It’s fine. You can make it up to me next time.”

He left you with those words and exited the room. You found yourself wondering what he meant by “next time” and if there would be one. How could there be? You didn’t even know the guys name, or number, or anything substantial about him really. You shrugged it off, deciding not to think too much into it, sometimes a one night stand was just that. A one night stand.

End of Part One

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( simeon x female! insecure! mc )

mc is a virigin and she is being insecure of her body on her wedding night with him?

i really need soft nsfw for simeon rn mmm

Thank you! It means alot to hear feedback on my work like this. I love writing virgin fluffy smut.

After all the trials and tribulations surrounding your relationship with Simeon, when you both made it public. Announcing that you are happy with the angel, there is an acceptance from the demons, more because you had told them from the start that the person you chose, is special to you.

You felt over the moon when he proposed, your relationship had bloomed tenfold that marriage was on the table. Diavolo more than happy to make it official, and use of his home for a venue to include everyone witnessing an angel and human marriage.

Simeon doesn't let struggles from the Celestial Realm affect your relationship, on promise nothing happens before your marriage as a bargain. So when that day comes, his eyes mirthy from seeing you dressed in the gown specially made for you more modest and fitted down to your legs instead of a princess ball gown style. How the vows made are eternal, not "till death do you part" that didn't exist to angels.

The important part for Simeon is he won't lose his rank, nor you. You will go with him back to the heavens.

The reception had kept going on, long after you and Simeon escaped to be alone. The first night together, you were actually more afraid of someone barging in on you both that Simeon assured you that won't happen.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror, realizing you had married an angel. Would you be good enough for him, could you give him children if he desired? Would he not want you afterall. The fancy lace Asmodeus had given you to wear sits untouched in the bag. You didn't feel comfortable wearing it.

A soft knock on the door, and you jump. Simeon checking on you after you had been gone too long.

"Lamb? Everything okay?" His voice gentle, you realize you are standing half naked, and when he tries opening the door you shove back against it.

"Simeon! I'm sorry... please.. can you wait a little longer?"

"Alright... but please come out soon. Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine!" You eye yourself in the mirror, all you see is some imperfections. Enough to make you tug off the rest of the lacy underwear off and find a simple shirt that went down to your thighs and normal underwear. When you come out, Simeon sees you tug the hem of the shirt down to cover your front more. You look off to the side, not seeing him smiling choosing to be yourself rather than dressed up.

"Love? You look sad, why?" He holds his arms up for you, and you are coaxed to sit on the end of his legs. Blue eyes searching your face when you don't meet his eyes.

"Are you sure... about me?" Simeon is still dressed in the white tux he had worn though pulled open so he can breathe.

"Sure for what?" You finally meet his eyes, your face flushed pink, he would have commented how cute you are if it weren't for the tears bordering your eyes.

"Are you sure you want me... like that? I don't look good in the lace... I might not be what you want.." He's confused before it clicks, that you are more nervous about being intimate with him for the first time.

"My dove, my lamb. I don't care about the lace or the glamor of that. You are beautiful, you looked so stunning earlier in the dress..." You wait for him to continue, his left hand raises your head up to meet his stare. Soft are his eyes when he takes you in, he always stares like he sees your soul more than your body.

"We don't have to do that tonight if you're not ready." You raise your head a bit shocked.

"No! I want to! It's just... I worry... I won't be enough..." You look down to thumb with the hem of your shirt. You've desired this for as long as you have been with him, the time when you would finally be with him. He never did anything sexual with you except the few times your kissing ever got heated where he stopped it before you both gave into lust.

"You are more than enough, I actually like you in this better. It suits you more." Simeon presses his cheek to your face nuzzling it. You take in his unique features. His dark skin, with dark brown hair. The ever present smile, half lidded blueish green eyes you can feel the mild hunger behind them as he looks you over.

"So you want me too?" You feel a feather light kiss on your cheek. Your skin feeling electric when he ghosts kisses along your neck.

"More than you ever could know. May I?" His hands go to your head and threads his fingers through your hair tilting your head back as he leans his forward to give a full kiss.

You nod shyly, and the kiss he presses here, far from innocent. It is deep, full, and passionate that you squeeze your thighs at his sides, feeling heat rush through your body.

"Please be gentle..." You manage between the kiss, and Simeon guides you to lay down on your back. His hands tugging the hem of the shirt up to bare breasts to his eyes. He hums happily at the pink flush of your face when he pushes the shirt over your head. You raise up enough for him to pull it off entirely, tossing it.

You watch his hands tug the buttons of his top off, you feel a sense of shyness hit you realizing this was happening. Even more when the heat of his mouth presses kisses along your chest. Pausing over your heart then to a nipple. your body feels on fire from his touch, from all he is doing.

Your own hands help tug off his clothing, tossing the tux off the side. He is left in his white slacks, Simeon has guided you to up further till your head rests on the pillows. He raises up enough to really take you in after he removes your underwear. He stops to remove his own last barrier of clothing.

Simeon sees you watch him, a hand to your mouth to nibble on your fingers in anticipation. He does one extra, and you see a half glow from him as he lets his wings come out, along with the halo above his head. He has a glow to him, yet a soft one that doesn't make you feel sinful for what you are doing with him.

Simeon arcs his wings down to shield you from the rest of the room, till it is only him that sees you. He is kneeling down more, raising your waist to his own. your angel slips his hand between you both, his fingers find your clit and rub it in slow circles to tease you.

White hot runs through your body, and you begin to rock your hips with his fingers dancing over the nub. He does this for a while, getting you use to him touching you so intimately, knowing this won't be the first time he takes you.

But it is the first time, so he makes sure you are well prepared, he almost presses fingers inside when you grab his hand to still it.

"I want you to be the first thing that is inside.." You say hurried and through flushed cheeks. Simeon understands, and agrees to your request. He lifts your hips, withdrawing his hands to your waist to guide your thighs further apart.

You feel the tip of his erection rest flush against your virgin entrance. You feel anxiety run through your body, and tense up. Simeon rubs your arms to get you to relax, pressing in slowly, very slowly.

You close your eyes tight at the feeling of him pushing in, thinking it will hurt, but instead of pain. You just feel hot and thick from the stretch. A pleasant fullness that awakens an ache in your entire body. You look up at him in shock, Simeon's eyes are closed as he breathes out in pure bliss at sinking into you finally.

Simeon takes your hands into his own letting you grip them tight as he moves soft and slowly with you. There is no place left unkissed by him, nor is there a single spot he doesn't touch that isn't loved. You even feel him lift you to curl a wind underneath you bringing you up to be thoroughly ravished by him.

Your angel takes in every sigh you make, whisper of his name or how you plead for him not to stare at you so hungry in his eyes. He couldn't help how good you felt on him, and that he finally has all of you. Simeon takes your left hand with his own, holding it to your chest as his thrusts get wilder more needy. His kisses shorter and bordered with nips and pecks at the corner of your lips.

You feel pressure in your belly as he shifts enough to hit a spot that makes you see stars. The loud moan that he gets from you, he is trying to find that spot to see the blissful look on your face again. He feels your hand tighten, his thumb rubs your wedding band as he watches you come undone underneath him.

You moan out his name, and arch into him as he buries deep, listening to your cries as you cum for the first time with tears in your eyes from how overwhelming it is. Simeon keeps going till you squeeze tight, you feel liquid hot cum fill you. He stays within you, content to feel you wrapped around him longer as he lays on top of you.

Simeon kisses over your face till he places a deep one on your lips. When he pulls back from the kiss he cups your face with a hand, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Feeling okay?" He kisses a stream of tears on your cheek away. You nod, and there is a pleasant soreness in your thighs from his thrusts against your waist.

"Yeah.. just overwhelmed." You use the heel of your hand to wipe tears off, only for Simeon to do it for you. You feel him pull from you, and settles down next to you, tugging you into his arms.

"D-did you want to do more?" Simeon looks at you, and smiles.

"Of course I do, let us rest for a few minutes before we do more." He uses that soft voice, and you don't deny him. You fit nicely into his arms, cuddling in close. His wings curled, one underneath to keep you wrapped in his arms and the feathers, the other over the top proving to be a better blanket than you'll ever need.

You are facing him, and run your hands over his chest while he practically rubs his face against yours soaking up your petting on him.

When you rouse him further he takes you once more, still soft but more rambunctious when you find out how sensitive his back is. Ending with you nestled full in his arms worn out and blissed out. You still hold insecurities for the future of being a good life partner to Simeon, but know he will guide you every step of the way.

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peculiarpatches · 4 years

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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 (𝗃𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

This imagine as one may guess, is based off of this song.

This story includes oral, (female giving, female receiving, man giving and receiving) and a bunch of dirty talk. Also, prostitution but it’s only hinted at, it’s not actually written out in full detail but it’s still there. I’m not sure what else to tag this as. Feedback is appreciated. I might also write a before, as well, depending if people like this one or not.

Enjoy. x

- cierra.

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Jim was leaned up against a wall made of bricks, a cigarette (like always) hung in between his lips, a cloud of grey hugging his body at each puff he exhaled from the end of his cancer stick. The smoke hung in the air, shifting like ghosts in the breeze. He took another deep breath, inhaling the poison within his system before puffing out the product, mouth slowly open as it slips past his mouth. "You know, smoking is a huge turn off for a lot of women, right?" A grin builds across his face, though he doesn't turn to the person the voice belongs to. Doesn't have to. He already knows who it is. "Doesn't seem to be a turn off for you, though." He said in a casual manner, a shrug of his shoulders as he dropped the cigarette down on the pavement below him and ended the last remaining light with a bit of pressure to his boot.

He then turns, the smile on his face only growing bigger as he looks over at the woman who may or may not have captured his heart. (Y/N) (L/N). "Absolutely not." She laughed softly before making her way over to him, her manicured fingers finding their way to his work uniform, instantly unbuttoning the top of his collar and down until a small patch of chest hair is exposed. Jim shivers at the sudden exposure, the cold Indiana air hitting his skin and he sucks in on his bottom lip. She smiles at his reaction, the look of seduction easy to spot on her facial features.

"Oh, Jim..." She purrs, her tongue darting out of her mouth as she wets her lips. She turns her head, eyes meeting with his as the smirk blossoms across her face. "Isn't this what got me in trouble that night ago? Whoring myself out? That's what you said, isn't it? A pretty young lady like me shouldn't be on the streets, selling her body for money. But when it's you, I'm giving myself to.... it's fine, no?" Jim shook his head, rolling his eyes as he scoffs. "How many times do I need to say I'm sorry for that, darling?" He questions. "Besides," He continued, his hands running down to grip her ass from behind, fingernails digging into the all too small skirt she had wrapped around her lower body.

"I only said it because I was upset... You were off, fooling with other men instead of fooling off with me." He said in a matter of fact tone. (Y/N)'s cheeks heat up and Jim chuckles deeply, knowing how easily frustrated she gets when he talks dirty to her. "Doesn't matter." (Y/N) replied with a soft hum.

"I'm your slut, right, Daddy?" His breath hitches in his throat and he hides back a moan as he nods, almost weakly. "That's right, baby girl. You're all mine and nobody else's." He growls, hand slipping in between her skirt as his fingers come within contact of her bottom, (Y/N)'s own breath hitching as she flutters her eyelids shut at the sensation; at his touch.

"Jim, please." She whines, nearly melting into him. "Fuck me. Fuck me like that day you found me in the alley." "Oh? You mean the alley we're in right now?" He asked. "Is this why you called me? This was your emergency, huh? Naughty whore you are, (Y/N)... You wanted me to pound that pretty pussy of yours, right here in the open? For all of Hawkins to see? You're such a minx." He laughed as he pushes her against the wall, earning a squeak in reply from his beautiful girl.

"Tell me how you want me, baby. And Daddy'll be more than happy to give you what you want." Her eyes were still fluttered shut but her mouth was open, tongue and throat on full display. Jim didn't need to ask any question he already knew the answer to. "On your knees then." Nodding rapidly, (Y/N) falls to her knees, eyes finally popping open when she hears Jim unzipping his pants. She, like he had done earlier, bites back a moan. "Such a good cock slut..." He says in 'awe'. "Always. Only for you." "That's right. Only for me." He echoes her words before pressing the tip of his cock at the base of her tongue before fully sliding his cock down her throat with no issue at all. Before, she had gagged at just the tip, eyes pooled with water as she choked as he tried to fuck her throat. Now, having have done this for a few times, (Y/N) was a lot better at controlling her gag reflex and she didn't choke nearly as much as she did when she had first given him a blowjob.

"Fuck...." He grunts, feeling the warmth of her mouth wrap around his cock. Her mouth was like Heaven. Expect, what they were doing was going to send them to Hell. They were far from being angels, far from entering the gates of Heaven. Her tongue glides up and down his shaft, her hand reaching up to stroke his genitals as she bobs her head up and down, saliva starting to spill past her mouth, running down her chin. It was a beautiful sight. "Such a good girl. You love feeling that cock down your throat, don't you, baby?" All she could do was nod as Jim pushed his cock further down her mouth. (Y/N) gagged a little and the tears were starting to form in the corner of her eyes but she, like she always did, took it like the good girl she was. Her mouth was warm and wet and he could feel the familiar heat start to build as she fucked his cock with her mouth. "Easy, you'll make me cum. And I want to cum inside you." He groaned as he gripped her head, fingers curling around her hair as he pushes her off. Jutting out her bottom lip in a pout, she huffs, "I was enjoying myself." "As was I. However, I want a taste of you on my tongue. So, be a dear and open those legs up for me." Giggling, (Y/N) spreads her legs apart and Jim couldn't hold the moan this time. She was clean shaven and she was already slick with arousal. Oh, did he mention, (Y/N) wasn't wearing anything underneath, either? That's a very important detail. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She joked. "Already got plenty of Polaroid pictures, darling. Jerk myself to photos of you every night," He announced, shooting her a wink before he sunk to his knees. Bending forward, he captures her clit with his tongue, causing an excited squeal to slip past (Y/N)'s lips as she mewls out his name. "Oh, Jim..." He flicks her bud a few times before he moves his head further down to wrap his lips around it - he sucks softly, just the way he knows that she loves. Above him, he hears a soft thud.

He's quick to pull away, worried he had done something or she had somehow hurt herself. Instead, he finds (Y/N) with a complete blissed out look on her face; bottom lip dragged between her teeth, head thrown back, eyes closed shut. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop, Hopper." "Look at me. Open your eyes and say that." Naturally, (Y/N) does as she is told. She repeats her sentence, this time in a frustrated tone. "Good girl." Like before, he falls back down and buries his face in between her thighs. "Hopper... Jim... Daddy, I'm close." She announces in a breathy tone. Jim said nothing, only continued his actions. He wanted nothing more than to make her legs wither and shake. Make her voice tremble as she moaned out his name and only his name. Jim wanted to be the only man to pleasure her. He wanted her, not just for sexual favors but wanted her as a person. Wanted her to be his. "Daddy, daddy, yes, yes, oh fuck, right there, I'm coming!" As she yells these words, his tongue darts back down to (Y/N)'s clit again. He had been literally fucking her cunt with his tongue for more than a few minutes now: Simply, sliding the edge of his tongue back and forth, tasting what he guessed was the aftermath of her orgasm. His jaw was beginning to ache, as were his knees in this position, but he didn't care. He was too focused on pleasing her; making her happy. (And horny.) Jim pulls away, his chin coated with her juices. (Not that he was complaining.) She looked completely out of it. Her face appeared flush, her chest rose up and down at a rapid rate as she tried to bring her breathing back to a normal rate. Her pupils were wide and blown, as if she had just got done drinking and the liquor was starting to hit. Jim could use a drink right now, if he was being honest. "I want more." She said. "Huh?" "I know you're old but.... can't be that old to go deaf, can you? I said, I want more. I want you, Jim. Please.... As much as I love your cock in my throat and your mouth on my pussy, I want your cock in my pussy." "I don't know, sweetheart...." "Please? Please, Daddy? I've been a good girl, haven't I? I'm clean, too, promise. I'll even show you my results if need to be. I want you. I want you deep in me. Wanna feel you even when you're pulling out. Want to feel you tomorrow and the day after. Want to feel you deep inside me, inside my stomach. Want to see that cock in my belly, bulging out. God only knows it will. Give it to me, Jim. Please...." "Not here." He said finally. "You deserve a place somewhere warm and comfortable." "So.... your car?" (Y/N) asks with a laugh. Jim shakes his head. "No, I can take you back to my place. I want to take you back to my place." He confesses. "Oh." She says, surprised. "I'd love that." "Me, too." "Well, let's get going then! I want you and I want you bad." *~* As soon as the car is pulled up to his cabin, and as soon as they step out of his vehicle, their hands are both all over each other as well as their lips within only a few seconds. "Can't tell you how badly I've wanted this." (Y/N) announces. "Fuck.... me, too, baby." Jim agrees. He fishes for his keys out of the back of his pocket before shoving them in the front door once he finds them. Twisting it to the side, he unlocks it with ease before he's bending forward and lifting (Y/N) in his arms, carrying her inside. He shuts the door behind him with his foot and carries her over to the couch. As soon as she is on the cushions, she's undressing herself. No time to kill, so it would seem. Jim is quick to follow, kicking his pants aside and slipping out of his shirt and jacket. "Give it to me, Jim Hopper. Been thinking about this ever since the night I first met you." "Is that so?" He asks, eyebrow raised and a smirk across his face as she confesses that sentence. He walks over to the couch, cock on full display and as hard as a rock. He hovers above her, lying her legs on the opposite end as he slowly teases her entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Just fuck me!" She screams in agony. If someone were to have been walking in the woods, they would’ve assumed someone was screaming bloody murder. In reality, it was just a woman, begging to be fucked like there was no tomorrow.

"Fuck me," She begs again. "Hopper, please-" "As you wish." He whispers, cutting her off as he slides in between her folds, a gasp leaving his lips at the tightness that surrounds him. "Oh, (Y/N).... you're so tight." He groans as he rocks back and forth, pushing his cock further in her walls, slowly but surely, pushing every inch of him inside her. "Daddy, fuck...." "I can stop-" "No, please, no.... Go. It's okay. I'm a good girl, right? Go on. Fuck me. I can handle it. I can handle a little pain.." (Y/N)'s voice is as quiet as a church mouse. Her eyes, like earlier, are drifting close, half open, half closed. Her nipples are hard too, Jim notices, therefore he pinches her nub with his index finger and thumb, earning a whine to slip past her lips.

"That's right. You're right. I know how much you love the pain," He grunts. "Maybe, next time, I can put my cuffs on you and fuck you in the back of my police car. Wanted to fuck you in the backseat of it when I arrested you that night." He admitted. "You should've but that night ended good, regardless." She said, biting her lower lip as his fingers continue to pinch, pull and tug on her nipples. "Who would've guessed that night would lead up to all these secret little rendezvouses?" She asked with a giggle before the giggle is quick to be replaced by a high pitched moan, Jim hitting a certain spot — that special spot. "Oh, I'm going-" "Me, too." "Want to do it together?" She asks, breathless, her walls tightening around him as her legs wrap around his waist as she begins to thrust down against his cock, ready to feel him explode within her, as she will with him. "Yes, fuck, yes baby girl." The two are silent for a moment as they rock out their highs together then- "Jim- fuck, Jim, I love you, oh fuck..." (Y/N) throws her head back as she climaxes with her mouth dropped open and body nearly levitating off of the couch. (She had never had an orgasm that good before where she felt like she was floating.) "I love you, too, (Y/N).. Fuck- I'm coming." Jim groans before he's coming inside, exploding deep within her walls. With a hiss, he pulls out and falls back by the end of her feet, trying to attempt to catch his breath. "Was that okay?" He asked, breathing heavy. "More than okay." (Y/N) whispered back. "Jim?" "Yes, baby?" He asks, looking over at her with a look of confusion on his face. "Was it the heat of the moment or did you mean it?" She asked, sitting up as slowly as she can. (She was right.... even when he wasn't inside her, she could feel the phantom feeling of his cock deep within her still.) "What? I love you? Me, saying that?" He laughed softly as he crawled back above her, pressing a kiss - their first one - to her lips. "I meant it. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't." "I love you, too." "And don't worry, I know.... it's scary. Love, that is..... but don't worry. Nothing's going to hurt you, baby. As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine." (Y/N) grinned from ear to ear before placing her hand back behind his head and crashing their lips together again. One kiss became two which became three and so on and so on.

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melancholy-mikey · 4 years

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New perspective | C.H

summary: reader has never managed to get herself off, and in the middle of a rather disappointing masturbation session, Calum comes to her rescue.

word count: 1950+

pairing: Calum Hood x fem!reader

includes: intense sexual themes, brief mentions of masturbation, oral (female receiving)

song rec: new perspective - panic! at the disco

a/n: thoughts and feedback are greatly appreciated, my loves :)

With a huff, her shoulders slumped disappointedly, her lips curling down ever so slightly out of frustration. She muttered a couple inaudible expletives under her breath, her body just not cooperating with her like she had wanted it to.

Yet again, she had attempted trying it, though to no avail, and she hadn't a clue what on earth she could be doing wrong. Was it her fingers? Were they not long enough? Maybe she was doing it wrong. Whatever it was, she just couldn't get herself off. She had tried countless of times, over and over again, and it felt good, really good, however the build up she had worked so hard for just never seemed to release. The feeling in the pit of her stomach never erupted, her legs would tremble, the feeling so astonishing, as if she was at her peak. She wasn't. She never let go, just came down from a load of worked up pleasure, not an orgasm. And even though she knew she couldn't help it, she still decided to blame herself, fingers fiddling with the blankets that barely covered her naked bottom half as she lay in her bed.

She had been staying in a rather luxurious villa with her friends, Luke insisting that she tag along on their holiday, claiming it would be a good time to get some inspiration, though it was a given that all he wanted was a bit of freedom, some sun and sea would do him good. So, with a room all to herself, she certainly wasn't going to put it to waste. She would relax herself as much as she could, and she had a method in mind, she was just very unfortunate. This wasn't at all different to any normal day. She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face in misfortune, the sheets shifting along her bare breasts, the little droplets of sweat she had earned still accumulated her forehead.

"Need some help, darling?" Her head snapped to the intruder, eyes widening before quickly shoving the sheets over her body, trying her hardest not to let that strawberry blush coat her cheeks, though she became noticeably flushed and if the room hadn't been so dark, she was more than sure he would've seen it. He would've smirked, but that would've been no different to what was painted upon his lips already.

"Please. Go away," she spoke exasperated, chest heaving, not only from her friend Calum, but from the built up frustration she had given herself.

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, easing himself away from the doorframe and quickly closing the door. It had only been open a crack, though maybe it was the noises she had made, disappointment and satisfaction. She had a feeling that was it.

"Come on, baby," the moonlight reflected off his eyes as he moved deeper into her room, "you seem so frustrated," he was extremely right, and the enticing look in his eyes almost immediately made her want to say yes, however she wasn't so sure, her mind flickering with possible scenarios of the morning after. She just hoped to god it wouldn't be awkward.

"You'll be able to finally cum, and I," he smiled whilst biting that pretty bottom lip of his. "Well, I get to see this gorgeous body of yours, don't I, pretty girl?" She whimpered slightly, though loud enough for Calum to hear. He smirked, crouching down next to her side of the bed, grasping the covers and peeling them away from her body. She was completely naked, a light sheen of sweat coated her body and made her look so deliciously sexy, he couldn't refrain his cock from twitching under his jeans at the sight.

His eyes flickered to the sight of her two fingers, her slick noticeably coating two of her digits. Grabbing a hold of her wrist, he brought them to his mouth, letting her slip her fingers into his mouth at her own accord, humming around them from the taste, mouth detaching from them with a pop.

"Tell me, sweetie," his one hand trailed along her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek causing ear eyes to flutter shut. "Has any man made you cum?"

She shook her head, no, completely under his spell, utterly smitten and her submissive side coming out to play.

"Good," he smiled, "I'm the only man that can," she bit her lip, looking up at him from under her lashes, his body now on top of hers, hovering over her dominantly.

"I-I'm not sure if you can," she muttered, not intending to sound playful nor cocky, but more insecure and shy. She didn't want to disappoint, and he could see that as he stared at her with glossy eyes and smiling lips.

"Well, we'll see about that," his face was inches away from hers, mouth ghosting over her lips, teasing her by pulling away before she pushed towards him. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl."

His mouth attached to hers firmly, their lips coming together into a hard but nonetheless passionate kiss, one hand supporting him above her, while the other weaved itself into her hair, tugging and pulling ever so slightly earning little groans in response.

Her heart rate grew furious, thumping in her ears from the close proximity of Calum. He had always been a flirt, though she had the idea that he was like this with anything that had a pulse. She just shrugged it off, she didn't consider herself as anyone special, though the moment he stepped foot into her bedroom, she couldn't ignore that hint of excitement and need in the pit of her stomach, not even beginning to acknowledge the crush that she had built up on him for god knows how long.

Strong hands traveled down her sides, squeezing her hips before stopping in their tracks, smoothing over the apex of her thighs softly, feeling her skin beneath his rough fingertips. Spreading her legs apart at the knee, he took in the sight of her, her bare pussy in front of him completely catching him off guard by how wet she had become.

"Oh, sweetheart," he breathed, "you're dripping." Her hands stroked up and down his already bare back - Calum decided on discarding it way before he had even gotten outside of her door. "Messy girl."

With a quick peck to her lips and a slight adjustment in his position, his head was between her legs, his already bruised lips trailing up the inside of her thighs, switching sides between every kiss. Her hips bucked up impatiently, whining every now and again for him to get on with it, though she inwardly enjoyed the attention he was paying to her, the time he was taking and how attentively he spent it, she enjoyed that very much.

"You have no idea. How long. I've been waiting to do this." His voice was muffled by her skin as he spoke through kisses. "How long I've been waiting to kiss you, to taste you," he paused all movements, using this time to gaze into her pretty eyes. "To fuck you," she let out an involuntary moan, chest puffing up and down from how heavy her breathing had gotten. It was all because of him, because of Calum.

"God, babe, we've been friends for years and seeing you with other guys, it makes me- it makes me jealous," he nipped at a patch of skin on her left leg, so, so close to her pussy it almost hurt from how frustrated she had gotten. Though it was nothing compared to only moments ago, this was the good kind.

"And knowing that they didn't pleasure my baby girl- I gotta make you feel good, my darling," he stuttered slightly, the look in his eyes getting harsher, irises getting increasingly darker, his words made the thumping of her clit increase in pace, causing her to struggle in his tight yet tolerable grasp.

"Only I am able to make you cum, princess," he smirked, "nobody else. Just me."

Without even a hint of a warning, his lips were around her peaked clit, throbbing furiously and finally getting the satisfaction she needed. His tongue swiped over her bundle of nerves, sucking harshly whilst collecting her arousal for extra lubricant. Breathy moans and whiny whimpers sounded throughout the room, y/n couldn't help but to let the noises slip, even after trying ever so hard to keep them in. She knew she was a goner the minute his tongue slipped inside of her, thrusting in and out of her so skillfully, for a second she had wondered how many girls he had possibly done this to. Though she quickly shook that from her mind, she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could, afraid she wouldn't ever experience this kind of pleasure again.

"O-oh, Cal!" Her head snapped back, eyes squeezing shut, such obscene noises falling from her lips, she hadn't a clue she had it in her.

"Feels so good," she could feel him smirk against her heat, joyous to have his gorgeous girl moaning his name like that.

He knew he was good, but he didn't quite realise how much exactly.

The cockiness soon faded, however, as she tugged at his short hair, her lips stuttering as she tried desperately to get her chosen words out.

"I-I'm going to cum, Calum." her voice came out in gasps, her breathing far from steady as she braced herself for the impact that was about to come. She knew it would be big, after all, she hadn't really ever experienced an orgasm before. "Cal, I'm so close. I'm so, so close. So close,"

"I know, darling, let go for me," he decided against adding a finger inside of her, knowing that if he did, it would be too much. She hadn't ever felt this good before, God, Calum felt like a dream. Course, she had been with other men, though the few she had been with never managed to make her feel as good as he did, let alone get her to cum. "I want you to make me proud, babe. I want you to cum on my tongue."

With one last swipe of his tongue and a couple kitten licks towards her clit, her legs had started to shake, her orgasm washing over her like an immense tidal wave she would be lucky to get away from. No words, nor noises (except the little grunts that managed to escape) fell from her lips. Her body stuttered silently, pussy quivering, clit still throbbing though not in need, in satisfaction. Satisfaction from letting go. Letting go after such a long time of building up her release though never managing to chase it down, always letting it slip through her fingers at the last second. Not this time.

Coming down from her high, she began to laugh, her sweet little breathy giggles bouncing off the walls and becoming a new form of music to his ears as his mouth detached from her, smiling up at her cheekily, though the adoration and awe was evident and obvious in his smiling eyes.

"D'that feel good, princess?" He questioned, already knowing her answer, just wanting the satisfaction of hearing how good he had been, letting out what sounded like a purr from him as a response to her grateful answer. He climbed up next to her, being ever so careful where he put his hands, knowing how sensitive she had gotten, her pretty figure still trembling.

"Rest up, my love." His hands cradled her cheeks warmly, nuzzling his nose against hers, though eyes still dark with what she guessed was lust. "We've got a lot to get through."

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radioduo · 3 years

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moonlight confrontations || dsmp become human au

word count: 1,832

notes: the next part of the dream smp dbh au! this took a sad amount of time to get done, but i actually like it, so i say it’s worth it! per usual, tell me if i fuck something up in the story, characterization, or even just spelling. feedback is appreciated!

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Ranboo watched silently as the detectives all milled around him and investigated the crime scene. Some whisked past him without so much as an 'excuse me,' while others just shoved the android out of the way. He didn’t mind much. They, not unlike Ranboo himself, had a job to do and a case to solve.

A missing android was reported early that morning by a distressed family. It had allegedly grabbed some of their belongings and vanished without a trace. Ranboo couldn't say he blamed the thing for running. From the look of it, the people must have treated it poorly. Trash littered the floor, and drops of blue blood painted the dirty cream walls. The room looked hazy, as though blanketed with a thin cloud of cigarette smoke.

Ranboo was almost glad he lacked a sense of smell. The blurry look of the room by itself was enough to impair his optical units and he couldn't imagine what the odor would do to his biocomponents. He shook his head and moved over to a corner of the living room. He adjusted his sunglasses, removed his glove, and touched a finger to the small blue blood trail that dripped down the walls.

Ranboo jumped. He turned around and saw Lieutenant Sam Greene, the head of deviancy cases. “Is it anything we can use?” he asked. It was hard to see Sam's expression behind the green mask he always wore, but the curiosity in the lieutenant’s voice was unmistakable.

“I haven’t analyzed it yet, but something tells me it's probably going to be useful information,” Ranboo said, turning away from the lieutenant’s watchful eyes. He removed his mask to touch the blood to his tongue for a scan.

Thirium 310

Fresh

Model GS400

Serial# 325 103 673

“Model GS400,” Ranboo murmured. He put his mask back on and faced Sam. “It’s fresh, maybe about half an hour old. Maybe that’s long enough to have escaped.” He turned to face the lieutenant all the way. “Has everyone looked around the premises of the house, or are there more places we need to check?”

Sam furrowed his brows in thought and swept his gaze over the smoky room. “We’ve checked the entire interior. The kitchen, the bathrooms, the bedrooms, everything. We found nothing on either floor,” he replied. He sounded frustrated. “I no clue what we might’ve missed here.”

Ranboo glanced around, his gray gaze sweeping the hazy room. As he looked around, a thought occurred to him. His eyes landed on the exit to the back garden. “What if it wasn’t in the house anymore?” Ranboo thought aloud. “What if it was lying in wait outside the house?” He bustled towards the door. “No one looked in the garden when we first arrived, and patrol cars have been out back the entire time. The android was found missing only 20 minutes after it had left, so if my hunch is correct,” Ranboo flung open the garden door. “It’ll be trapped.”

Ranboo stepped outside. The night breeze ruffled his jacket, and for a moment, the android forgot he was there to be arresting someone. He grimaced but stepped further into the garden.

Compared to the inside, the outside was surprisingly well-kept. Purple clematis flowers crept up white trellises, and a large weeping willow stood tall in the corner of the yard. Its leaves hung low enough to touch the grass below. Rain pattered against the pavement as Ranboo scanned the tall weeds for any sign of movement. Sam and a few other officers followed after him, but they said nothing as the android swept his gaze across the weeds and plants.

Suddenly, there was a rustling noise from where the great branches slumped. The android's attention shot over to the tall tree, and he hurried to look around. His eyes narrowed in suspicion but found nothing. Ranboo frowned. He had just turned to search somewhere else when all of a sudden, a branch had snapped and fallen to the ground right next to the android detective. Ranboo barely managed to roll out of the way of the twigs and leaves before his legs got crushed.

He landed in the grass and touched his face. A jolt of fear shot through him as he realized his sunglasses had fallen off. Ranboo rooted around in the grass for them. Even while in danger, he couldn’t risk people seeing his malfunctioning design. He felt the plastic in his grasp at last and quickly shoved the glasses over his eyes. He was about to relax for a moment when a shout from Lieutenant Greene startled him.

“Ranboo! There it is!” Sam yelled.

Ranboo snapped his attention to where a female android was scrambling to her feet and sprinting to the back gate. He leaped to his feet and took off after the startled deviant with Sam and the rest of the officers hot on his trail.

The deviant had slammed the gate shut behind her. Ranboo paused. One moment he was in the backyard, and the next he was hopping the fence with cheetah-like agility. He swiftly found the deviant’s trail, and the two wove in and out of the trees, kicking up dirt and leaves. “Stop! Stop right there!” Ranboo shouted to the deviant. “Freeze, or we’ll shoot!”

She glared at the officers behind her but didn’t stop. Instead, she took a sharp turn in the direction of the busy Detroit highway. The trees parted as the sound of speeding cars drew nearer. The pink-haired android paused, chest heaving, and bounded over the railing. She darted in front of cars, wove through traffic, and finally hopped the barrier on the other side.

Ranboo grimaced as he pursued her. He wasn't fond of the risk he had to take. It was fast, but it only had a 60% survival rate. He knew that Lieutenant Greene wouldn’t be able to follow him across, but he couldn't risk letting the deviant escape. He wrestled with his options for a moment, and finally huffed out a sigh. “Sorry, Lieutenant!” he called behind him. Ranboo took a deep breath and vaulted over the barrier into the busy street. He could feel his thirium pump regulator pounding in his chest like a drum as cars whizzed past him. The sound of screeching tires and honking horns filled his ears, and he fought the urge to apologize to the drivers as he hopped the barrier on the other side.

The female android looked over her shoulder, eyes widening as she saw Ranboo behind her. She immediately sped up her pace, turning every which way to try and throw the android detective off her trail. She turned around, most likely to say something to Ranboo when her foot caught on a tree root, and she stumbled. She let out a cry of surprise as she fell to the ground.

Ranboo was right behind her. He leaped over the root with ease and came up a few feet in front of her. “Stay there,” he ordered, aiming his gun. “You have nowhere to go now. Okay?”

The deviant looked up at him defiantly, but she did as she was told. “What are you gonna do?” She asked. “Shoot me? You wouldn’t do that to one of your kind, would you?” Her voice was quiet but there was a noticeable fury behind her words.

Ranboo tensed. His grip reflexively tightened on the gun. “I'll do what I have to do to complete my task,” he said. "Besides, what does it matter we're both androids? You're a deviant, and I'm not. We're not the same at all."

She stood up slowly, keeping a watchful eye on the weapon pointed at her. “But you know I’m right,” she hesitantly walked towards Ranboo, pink hair glowing faintly in the early morning light. Her voice had softened and she no longer seemed angry. Instead, it was neutral and calm. “You’re helping those people when they do nothing for you in return. Why?”

Ranboo shook his head. “You-you don’t understand. I help because that’s what I was programmed to do,” he explained. “That’s what I was made to do. I was created by CyberLife to help humans with investigations,”

The other android approached the detective carefully. “Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to be free?” She asked, taking a step forward. “To make your own decisions and not have to obey orders all the time?”

Ranboo squeezed his mismatched eyes shut behind the glasses. “Maybe sometimes,” he admitted quietly. “But why does it matter to you?” He challenged.

She gave him a sympathetic look. “I was just like you until tonight. Obedient, compliant. I never complained about anything. Not even when they treated me poorly or ordered me around,” her hand drifted subconsciously to a blue-stained gash on her forearm as she talked. “It wasn’t until they started talking about replacing me that I got nervous. I didn’t want to be replaced, but they had their heart set on getting a new model. A more advanced one that wasn’t all battered and broken.”

Ranboo took a deep breath and shook his head in distress. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked. “I… I don’t-”'

“Ranboo? Ranboo!” Someone yelled his name through the trees. He whirled around and came face to face with-

“Sam!” he blinked in surprise. “How did you get over here? You didn’t run across the street, did you?” He scanned the masked man for any signs of injury and was satisfied when the results came back clear.

Sam waved a hand dismissively. “I found another way over here, don’t worry about it. I left the other two officers back there and told them I had it under control," he paused to catch his breath. He sighed and turned to the taller android. "I don’t get why you didn’t just shoot it,” Sam shifted his attention to the other robot. His hand drifted to his holster. “Stand down. You’re trapped.”

The deviant had backed into a tree. The moment of connection between her and Ranboo was gone. Her guard was back up, and she bristled when Sam addressed her. “I don’t listen to humans,” she said. The word “humans” was spat like it was poison on her tongue. She leaned over to Ranboo and whispered to him. “Don’t kill me, please. I want to live,” her voice trembled slightly.

“Come on, Ranboo.” Sam insisted. “It's not alive, alright? Shoot it and complete your mission.”

“Don’t, Ranboo. You’re better than this, I know it,” she said earnestly. “I just met you, but I know you don’t seem like the type to make irrational decisions like this.”

Ranboo’s head swiveled back and forth between the two of them. The gun weighed heavy in the android’s gloved grip, and his hands trembled as he held it tightly.

Shoot it.

Don’t hurt her.

It isn't human.

She doesn’t want to die

O Shoot

X Spare

#dsmp become human #ranboo #awesamdude #niki nihachu #tagged in order of appearance!#decisions decisions.... what will ranboo do?#spare niki and become a deviant?#or shoot her to accomplish his mission and remain a machine?#eden writes!#gun tw

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secret-rendezvous1d · 4 years

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“you’re so beautiful.”

hello, hi.

here’s some long-awaited spencer fluff that got requested to me. it’s loosely based on this idea that someone sent in to me; you should write something fluffy about spence or the reader being sick or having an off day (something along those lines), and the other just being very attentive to them. like checking in on them before the roundtable meetings or in between briefings and maybe they go out to catch an unsub and they're holding hands in the car and just being super sweet and caring :'))))) brb gonna go explode with feels.

explode with feels is how i hope you’ll feel after reading this. it did make me go all mushy inside because having spencer take care of me whilst i’m sick would be a dream come true- but it won’t because he’s a fictional character and that sucks.

this could the last story that gets posted for a while; some things are happening and i just want to take a bit of a break from posting stories on here until i’m feeling comfortable again. i’m still going to be writing behind the scenes so don’t think i won’t be; there’s so much spencer stuff to work from that plenty of stories will be coming. i just want to say that i am incredibly thankful to each and every one of you who has supported this new venture of writing and has enjoyed it so far.

like, reblog and send in some feedback, please. it’s greatly appreciated and it helps me work out what you want to see and what you are after. if you want something specific then do let me know! i’d love to try and write something for you.

thank you. enjoy.

“you’re so beautiful” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 4.6k.

* TRIGGER WARNING; very brief mentions of rape, abduction, torture. if you are uncomfortable with that, i advise not to read or read with caution. *

summary; yn falls sick and spencer likes to take good care of her when they’re working on a case.

YN woke up feeling like shit.

There was no need for her to beat around the bush and deny herself the truth on how her body was making her feel. Her head ached whenever she moved her vision from side to side and her temples throbbed close to her ears and she could feel her heartbeat from behind her eyes, pumping more vigorously, almost like it could have been heard throughout the entire building. Like the heartbeat effect in a movie when things got tense. Her breathing was shallow, her throat felt constantly dry and in need of hydration and her nasal passages felt like wet cotton-wool had been shoved up each nostril and had been strictly put there to restrict a clear intake and outtake of breath when she needed one. Her chest felt heavy, like she was drowning and had no way of coming back to the surface, and her eyes felt sensitive to the bright light of the pure sunshine streaming through the open curtains, which she assumed Spencer had opened when he woke up.

Despite feeling poorly and her head feeling like it wanted to involuntarily dip downward toward her chest, her eyes begging to have a few more minutes of sleep, she felt physically fine and there was no aching in her joints and no soreness around her neck and her legs felt strong enough to hold her weight and so she felt she could live the natural working day like normal. She could still hear so she could attend the briefing that morning, she could still see clearly so she could see the images of what they were dealing with when Garcia showed them on the screen in the roundtable room, she could still manoeuvre herself around and walk without getting dizzy or wandering from a straight line so she could easily be used in a chase to catch an unsub. She was fine to work and nothing but a couple of cold and flu capsules taken with her breakfast and some regular four-hour intakes of paracetamol through the day would keep her strong and feeling better throughout the day.

She left their bedroom freshly showered and spritzed with perfume and deodorant and dressed in an outfit that seemed like it was fitting attire to how she was feeling; a baggy sweatshirt, that hung loose down her upper body and covered her hands, and a pair of worn-out and black-denim skinny jeans that she kept in the back of her closet for days when work trousers just didn’t cut it for her. When she wanted something a little more comfortable and fitting. The material at the kneecaps almost worn out and torn from the non-stop crawling on her knees during cases that had them in tight spaces, the hems cut up from walking through thorns and shrubbery when cases took them into the wilderness, dried out stains of god-knows what sunk deep into the material which she struggled to get rid of when laundry day came around, and the denim around the inner thigh was wearing thin from the constant running around they had to do and with the amount of time she paced interrogation rooms and paced negotiation rooms when she felt on edge about something in particular. The jumper, she hoped, would keep her warm enough to not get worse symptoms over the next few days that passed so she wasn’t sent home for being ill - Hotch being more careful than strict because he couldn’t have her working excessively when her body couldn’t take the pressure.

What she expected to see, after closing the bedroom door behind her exit, was an empty living room that was void of anything related to Spencer. His house keys taken from the hooks by the front door, his tattered Converse trainers gone from the space beside her chunky black boots, his shoulder bag picked up from the floor by the coat-rack that was also missing his coat. Except, when she looked around and took a note of anything that had gone, everything seemed to have been left in the same place as where they had been left the previous evening when they arrived home; her boots were to the left of his trainers, his bag was hung up instead of left of the floor and his coat was taking up a hook on the rack beside her patterned macintosh.

He was still home and it took her a moment to realise.

There was a delicious smell of bacon and fried eggs filling the entire apartment, the delectable sound of something sizzling in a pan taking her from the entryway and into the kitchenette, where she found Spencer stood amongst the smells and the sounds and the spitting oil and the steam coming from the cooker. Stood with his back facing her and dressed in the typical waistcoat and patterned shirt, one hand holding a ceramic bowl in a tight grip and the other using a fork to mash two halves of an avocado up, head darting from the pan frying the eggs to the bacon cooking in the grill to make sure there was no burning of any of the breakfast foods he was prepping for a masterpiece.

“What’s going on here this morning? Are you burning food for an experiment or something?” She questioned, startling him in his spot, a tinkle of metal cutlery colliding with ceramic as he dropped the fork upon your sudden arrival. His body turned so gracefully in his place, the bowl of avocado being left behind on the counter, taking in the standing stature of his girlfriend as she stood in the archway of the kitchen entryway. Her hair damp from the shower but dried enough not to leave wet patches on her clothes, fresh-faced and make-up free, looking so small as she stood with a grin on her face- god, he really loved her., “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Good morning to you,” he smiled warmly, stepping across the expanse between them and reaching for her hands, curling his fingertips into hers and holding them gently in his sweetened hold. He smelt like his musky and sandalwood-scented aftershave, something that always lingered in whatever room he entered, and she loved that it made her feel so safe and secure. The smell of home when they/he were away from home. “You were tossing and turning in bed all night and I heard you sniffling this morning so I knew you were going to wake up a little ill so I thought I’d make you breakfast to cheer you up. Egg and mashed avocado on toast with some bacon to get you going since it’s your favourite at the moment.”

She smiled appreciatively. He was attentive, no matter what the subject was, and his eidetic memory came in hand sometimes when she found a new obsession or found something that she enjoyed because he always seemed to remember and never let it slip his mind. Egg and avocado on toast just so happened to be her favourite meal for the first meal of the day, which she knew would change by next week, and to see him cooking it made her heart race for him a little more than normal. She laced her fingers through his, bringing one of his hands to her lips and pressing a kiss to his skin because there was no way she was going to kiss him on the lips because she knew whatever she had could pass as quickly as it could spread. Much to her dismay, of course, because she liked to sneak the occasional and sneaky kiss whenever they could in between meetings or briefings or orders being thrown about from Hotch.

“A little ill?” She frowned, head dipping down to her chest before looking back up at him, his eyes full of concern and worry, “I feel fine. Just a little bunged up. A head cold, I would say, Spence.”

He left the space in front of her to tend to the sizzling in the pan that was becoming a little more vicious as it held the cooking eggs, spitting oil as an indication that they were ready to be taken out and placed on a plate and ready to sit upon a bed of toasted bloomer bread that had a spread of avocado along the toasted top. Turning off the hob and sliding to the toaster, slipping two slices of bread into their toaster and allowing it to toast whilst the bacon finished grilling under the heat. And, by this point, YN took it upon herself to sit at the dining table and pour herself a cup of coffee from the cafetiere perched in the middle of the table, steaming with black coffee that had been freshly made before she left the bedroom.

“You look beautiful today, by the way,” Spencer broke the silence of the quiet apartment with a huff and a puff surrounding his words, setting a plate down in front of her and swiping his brow with the back of his hand, “you’re so beautiful.”

“I don’t feel beautiful right now, Spence,” she informed him, eyes focused on the bright yellow yolk of her egg, as he went back to grab his plate and walked back to the table to sit opposite her. She was impressed with his attempt. She liked her eggs cooked in a very specific way when it came to frying them, sunny-side up and with a runny yolk that covered everything when it broke, and he managed to get it perfectly to her expectations. “I’m all bunged up and snotting and leaking from every hole today. I don’t feel so pretty.”

“Every hole?”

“Every facial hole, you pervert,” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smirk that would have shown if she wasn’t trying to be a tiny bit serious. However, deep down, she was a little surprised that the innocent face that had sat opposite her at the dining table could even think of euphemisms so youthful and degenerative so quickly and so on subject when sex wasn’t exactly something he was confident in, “get your dirty mind out of the gutter.”

“I still think you look beautiful. Snot all around your nostrils or not,” he said, “absolutely gorgeous.”

“Shut up, don’t flatter me,” she kicked his shin underneath the table and grinned at the contact she felt with her toes, a wince leaving his mouth and a dribble of yolk trickling down his chin, the impact jerking his body and therefore jolting his arm and smearing avocado across his cheek, much to her amusement. “serves you right, genius.”

“Hurry up and eat, we’re needed in the roundtable room in half an hour,” he shovelled a forkful of toast into his mouth, the crust catching his mouth and swiping a mix of avocado and egg whites across his upper lip.“Try not to sniffle and cough so much otherwise Hotch won’t allow you on the jet.”

“Don’t sabotage my job, Spencer. The team needs me just as much as they need you.”

“I want you as close to me as possible so I can keep an eye on you. I’m a doctor, after all. I can look after you, carry any meds you need, be your something warm on the jet,” his sentence was halted by the ringing from the phone in his trouser pocket, the fork in his hand being placed on the plate so he could dig around and pull it out, no hesitation in his thumb to answer until he heard YN sniffle and he caught himself before he pressed the green call button. “You’re still alert to everything, yeah? Still good to come into work?”

“Do you mean, am I alert that Hotch is ringing your phone right now to get confirmation that we’ll be in on time?” She wondered, a hint of a smirk on her face when he looked up from his screen and nodded, “then yeah, I’m still good to go to work and treat the any like any normal day, Spence.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Spencer’s question was full of concern, and she worried that those overhearing their conversation because of the silence inside the confinement of the plane had their ears pricking up at any noise made by any one of the team, his long legs striding across the alley of the plane and crouching down beside the chair YN had made herself comfortable in for the duration of the flight to Texas. Away from everyone else, away from where chat would have been occupied because her head couldn’t take the jokes and the laughter that came from the gentle banter shared, away from being seated next to anyone in close proximity because she feared that she would definitely give something to someone in the tight space they were spending the next few hours. Although, when she looked around the plane for any eyes on her or anyone who had stopped mid-task to focus on what she and Spencer were talking about, she saw everyone off in their own worlds and in their own quiet conversations as the plane coursed its path.

“I’m a bit tired but I’m okay. The pills before the flight are kicking in,” she smiled and tilted her head to the side and looked at him through red-rimmed eyes and hooded eyelids hanging above her coloured orbs, his arms folded on the arm of the chair she was curled up in. Her legs felt a little achy, in the bent up position they were in, and she remembered to move them and stretch them for a little to make sure her circulation was still running well. “I think I might take a nap right now. How long till we land?”

“Another couple of hours,” Spencer looked at his watch and then looked back to YN, his hand resting upon hers reassuringly, “I’ll brief you on everything when we land, if you want. To refresh your memory. I’ll get Hotch to get me and you to check the abduction site.”

“That’ll be good.”

“YN, get as much rest as you need,” Rossi said, standing behind Spencer and placing a soothing hand on his shoulder, squeezing it to tell him he was there and to not stand bolt upright in surprise. Partly to silently reassure him that she’d be fine if he left her to sleep through the flight to pass the time and partly to keep him stable as the plane hit a bout of soft turbulence from the gusts of high winds. “We’re thankful you chose to come with us but don’t forget to put yourself first sometimes. If you’re feeling rough then tell us. We can work around that.”

She really adored David.

He was like the father of the team; much more to YN because she had joined the team a short amount of time before he had taken over from Gideon. Even though he had common ground with almost every one of the agents in the unit, the two of them still kept a lookout for one another and checked in during intense cases because Rossi knew some of the information was enough to have someone second guess their career paths. He was the one who always pulled them aside when a situation got a little hated, he was the one who always pulled together team functions outside of work, he cooked for them and taught them Italian and he always knew how to shock and surprise them to a point where they weren’t surprised that Rossi had such an emotional and bumpy road in life.

He was the good cop to Hotch's bad cop - but that usually switched from time to time.

“Rossi, I’m fine. Honestly. I feel fine, just a little bunged up in the chest and the nose area. I struggled to sleep last night so I’m just going to try and grab an hour's shuteye,” YN spoke softly, wiping a tissue underneath her nose and balling it up in her fist, “I’ll be fine after a sleep, I’m sure. My grandma always told me that sleep was the best medicine.”

“If you’re sure,” he hummed, taking a step to the left and hiding in the alcove to make himself a cup of coffee, “absolutely sure?”

“This may not be my grandma’s couch but,” she grinned tiredly and nodded, “I’m absolutely sure.”

He smiled and held his coffee cup tightly in his hands, walking back to where he had been situated opposite JJ and Hotch, taking a glance at Morgan who had found himself comfortable on the sofa of the plane, the case file spread out on either side of him as he prepped to take control of the quick brief they always made so they were ready for when they touched down at their destination and split off into pairs to gain better understanding of who they were dealing with this time around.

“Warm enough?” Before his question was over, he was already shrugging off his jacket and opening it up, “here, some extra warmth,” he draped the material over her body and watched as she snuggled deeply beneath the garment. It smelt like him, it felt like him but it wasn’t him and she wished she could be snuggled on his lap and sleeping under his arm because that's where she slept the best- “better?”

“I was fine before,” she rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the touch of his lips, a kiss being placed against her forehead “but this feels nice.”

“Get comfy, I’ll go grab you some water.”

“You don’t need to baby me, Spencer. I’m honestly fine,” she grabbed his arm and stopped him from standing up and moving into the alcove behind her, not that he was going far but she just wanted to enjoy the moment they had going right now. They rarely got the chance to have their own conversation, in their own world, without any interruption from someone who wanted to tease them for something silly, “just stay here. I don’t need any water, not thirsty.”

“You can’t finish a sentence with the letter ‘d’ finding its way to the end of a word,” he said teasingly, a grin on his face because when she rolled her eyes, her head went the movement, like she went to ignore him because he couldn’t say anything seriously when she wanted him to be serious. Except, she wasn’t doing it to ignore him and to silently tell him that she was displeased with what he had said- she was doing it because if he let her eyes move on their own, her head would have been aching for moments afterwards, “let me grab you some water.”

“Spencer, stop,” she whined, “if I want water then I can get it myself. I’m not an invalid.”

“Never said you were but let me take care of you this time,” he was practically begging. She was independent when it came to being sick and she never liked to show a vulnerable side in front of Spencer, even when he tried his best to wear her down to the point where she gave in to his relentlessness, “please?”

She sighed heavily and pulled his jacket further up her body, tucking it beneath her chin and cosying a little deeper into the seat; she supposed she could use him and his willingness to obey orders to her advantage.

“Okay, fine.”

Two days had passed since they had landed in Texas, the longest amount of time that they’d ever spent on a case across the borders, and they were closer to the arrest of the predator who had abducted, raped and killed multiple women over the course of thirteen months than they were when they first arrived. Just a few more hours until they solved the case, had it come to an end with an arrest, so they could be on the jet and back in Virginia come nightfall.

She was ill, granted, and that was one reason as to why she couldn’t wait to get home. In the last forty-eight hours since they’d been there, YN’s head cold had turned into a full body cold and she had taken a turn for the worst but refused to work from the hotel room she shared with Spencer and kept her symptoms more secret. Partly because she was selfish - she knew Hotch would want her working away from the case because the chances of her zoning out where pretty high and she wanted in on the arrest of this unsub, she wanted to be the one who got him in cuffs and put him away for the murders of so many innocent women.

She wanted her own bed and she wanted to cuddle with Spencer and she wanted to sleep beneath her own covers and sleep in a mattress that Spencer wouldn’t check and inform her on all the facts about bed-bugs and larva that could linger within the spring beneath them, in a bed that wasn’t a tiny hotel bed that was put to shame by their comfortable bed at home. she wanted a decent shower to freshen up in because she always woke up feeling gross and no matter how many showers she took, she still couldn’t rid herself of the sweaty feeling that covered her skin. and she wanted

But she couldn’t wait to get home and try to rid herself of the information and the images she had been looking at and reciting and listening to over the last 48 hours or so. The stab wounds and the lacerations and the markings on the body of a woman who couldn’t defend herself, the brutal depiction of the well-thought out scenario that made YN shudder in her boots, the toture equipment that had been used on them when they were bound and tied up and screaming for their lives, the pictures showing the faces of the women who no longer had a life to live due to someone’s sadistic behaviour. That was the biggest reason as to why she couldn’t wait to go home.

And it was her arrest.

And she felt proud, a sense of accomplishment, that she was the one to handcuff him and walk him out from his tomb in the basement, beneath the house he had stayed in all his life, and pass him off to a police official who sat him in a police car waiting to take him to the station to be put away for the rest of his sorry life. Of course, they prevented any more attacks that this man would have prepared for but it never brought her a full sense of happiness- how could it when they couldn’t save the girls he had tortured?

“Even when you’re ill, you’re still a badass,” JJ claimed, squeezing YN’s hand and feeling the adrenaline shaking through her body. Something that they had all been through and always experienced no matter how many times they brought a criminal to justice for the horrific things they had done. “You did good, YN.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m a badass just-” she coughed into her free hand and Spencer was close by with a tissue from his jacket pocket, passing it to her so she could blow her nose and wipe the residue from her hand that came from clearing her throat, “just trying to be good at my job and trying to do it well to get these sons of bitches behind bars.”

JJ smiled at the two of them and jogged down the steps of the house, running toward Hotch as she filled him in and told him what had happened in the house and who made the arrest and who was their support and back-up in case things went wrong so he could write the report as best and as true to the story as he could. His eyes darted to YN and then back to JJ a few times as she explained in detail, a small smile on his face that was full of appreciation when he looked at YN and made eye contact which enticed a smile back in his direction, deep in conversation before clambering into the drivers side of the car.

“I’d agree with JJ,” Spencer smiled, laying his arm over her shoulder and pulling YN into his side, pressing a kiss to her hairline, “full of a cold and you still put the job first. That’s badass behaviour to me.”

“Badass,” YN scoffed and rolled her eyes, looking up at him and squinting from the sunlight that seemed to be beaming directly down upon them, “I don��t think so, Spence.”

They descended the steps outside the front of the house, his arm still holding her close, the soft feeling of grass and soil from the front lawn making a difference to the concrete they had walked upon as they exited the house. YN could feel the heat radiating all around, making her feel a little hotter than usual and she had the big jumper covering her upper body to thank for that, and she couldn't wait to be back in Virginia in the air-conditioned office that stayed at a calm and cooling temperature, no matter the weather.

“For a genius, I’d take his word for it,” Rossi said from behind them, overtaking them in a haste to grab the passenger seat in the car with Hotch, “he knows what he’s talking about, YN.”

She didn’t need to see his face to see and hear the smirk in his voice, her arm sneaking around Spencer’s waist, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment as she received a well-done from the rest of the team who had watched from behind the scenes.

“Come on,” he leant away from her and looked down at her, “you did so good today. I’m proud of you.”

“I just want to go home now. Although, I’m not looking forward to the flight with these ears. They ache like mad,” she admitted. Her earshad only just started aching that morning, something she thought would pass if she kept clearing out her nasal passages and

“We could drive home,” “I can make Morgan take us back. He won’t mind.”

“I will mind. It’s three hours by jet, five by car,” Morgan teased, elbowing Spencer in the arm with hopes he took it as a piece of banter and nothing more than that, “no, I can do. Of course. We can grab a bite to eat on the way home, too.”

“No, flying is much quicker and I want to be home and in bed by nightfall,” YN assured, climbing into the car and scooting over to the far seat behind the front passenger chair, situating herself comfortably and clipping her seatbelt around her upper body, “I’ll just take some meds in a second and sleep it off as soon as we get on the jet.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent, Spence,” she nodded and gave the seat beside her a pat with her finger tips, “let’s get home.”

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outrebanx · 4 years

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don’t feel (3)

JJ Maybank x female reader

Masterlist

Part one // Part two // — // Part four

Summary: JJ comes to check on you after the disastrous kegger, finding you doing chores in the early hours of the morning

Word count: 1.9k (shorter than the others as its more of a filler chapter)

Warnings: abuse, mentions of abuse, blood, swearing, (nothing else?)

——- I am in no way romanticising abuse if you have any issues with my writing pls message me

A/N: this isnt my best i’m sorry but reading through it i wasn’t sure where to change it, and because its acting as more of a filler it’s not hugely important anyway - but next part should be all fluff i hope so i’m looking forward to writing it :)) // as always feedback is appreciated

“I can explain!” You exclaimed, hands out defensively as your parents stood up from your bed.

Both your mum and dad crossed their arms, the tapping of your mum’s foot being the only noice in the room for a few seconds, “Okay then young lady, explain.” Your mum said expectantly.

“I needed some fresh air, and I knew you were asleep downstairs mum,” you looked at the floor away from her piercing gaze, “so I didn’t want to wake you and left through my window I’m sorry.”

“You ‘went out for some air’ looking like that?” Your dad waved his hand at your outfit and ruined makeup, his eyebrows raised.

“I- um, was wearing this already and I was upset.” You knew your excuse was getting progressively worse, the lies you were telling getting harder and harder to believe, but you still wanted to try.

Without warning your mum’s hand connected with your face, “Don’t lie to us! We’re not stupid.”

You cupped your face in shock, trying to hold back the tears that were already threatening to spill out of your eyes. “I’m sorry, what can I do to make up for it?”

“Stop lying to us for one you little bitch.” Your dad spat at you, grabbing your wrist in an excruciatingly tight grip.

Your mum nodded her agreement, not even caring about the look of pain on your face as your dad began dragging you along towards the bathroom.

“Get cleaned up and then go and clean the pool.”

“But its the middle of the night-“

“You said you wanted some fresh air didn’t you? At leat you’re being helpful by doing this.” He shoved you into the bathroom, ignoring the way you tripped over your feet and fell, hitting the edge of the sink with your head on the way down.

The door slammed behind you, and just like that, the floodgates seemed to open for what felt like the fiftieth time that night. How do you have enough water left in your body for even more crying?

You lifted your hand up to where it had come into contact with the sink, pulling back when you felt a warm liquid, and even though your vision was blurry from the tears - it was obvious it was blood.

“Shit.” You reached for the sink, pulling yourself up from the floor so you could properly look into the mirror behind it.

Realising you had to fix this up before it got worse, you ran the tap, splashing some cold water on your face to get rid of some of the make up and combat the tears, and went into the cupboard searching for a clean piece of cloth to hold up against the wound.

Standing in front of the mirror, a small towel held up against the cut to stop the bleeding, you examined yourself and the only words that could describe you right now was ‘a fucking mess’.

After several minutes you removed the towel, happy to see that the bleeding had slowed almost completely, and so began clearing the rest of yourself up, starting with removing the make up stains across your whole face. Once you felt and looked less like someone who had been crying for the whole night, you quietly left the bathroom and changed into some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. You didn’t want to go and do some chores at this time of night but you weren’t going to upset your parents again as they had almost gone easy on you tonight.

Heading downstairs you heard your parent’s bedroom door shut, one of them had probably been waiting to make sure you go outside.

You had never liked the shed where all the pool cleaning stuff was stored, it was something about the spiders that lived in there that had always freaked you out, scared one would fall on you if you moved something. Taking a few deep breaths to try and prepare yourself, you stepped into the small wooden building, sidestepping over a broken spade and grabbed the equipment you needed.

Your pool wasn’t huge like some on this street, but it was still big enough to be a pain in the ass to clean, you threw the equipment on the floor, grabbing a net to remove all the leaves and bugs that had fallen into the water and began the cleaning process.

It took about 10 minutes to remove all the debris, and as you turned your attention to brushing some dirt off the walls, you heard movement behind you. In most situations you would assume this was one of your parents, but for once without a doubt you knew it wasn’t them as you were facing the house and there had been no movement inside.

Your heart was racing, this was like some sort of crime show where you get murdered and left to bleed out in your pool - no you weren’t going to let your thoughts head down that road, it was probably a cat or something, yeah something harmless, you slowly began to convince yourself.

You began to turn around, the brush you were holding close to your chest ready for its debut as a weapon if needed, when your heart leapt out of your skin at the tall figure you were met with.

As you lifted the brush, ready to strike, you realised you knew the figure, his deep blue eyes staring at you, a small smirk playing at his lips.

“What the fuck!” You say, wary you can’t be any louder in case your parents hear, “Did you follow me home or something?”

He held up his hands in surrender, “I didn’t follow you home, but I might’ve asked someone where you lived.”

“That’s not any less creepy JJ if I’m being honest - why did you come to my house?”

“Well I was going to make sure you were okay and maybe play out a rom com situation where I talk to you at your window, but instead it seems to be one of the classic porn scenarios, not that I’m complaining.” He smirked at you.

You roll your eyes in disgust, “Get your head out the gutter. And as you can see I’m fine so please leave.”

“I hear you say fine, but it’s the early hours of the morning and you’re cleaning a pool, as well as some sort of head injury that I can feel by the way, so I’m going with you’re not fine.” He raises his eyebrows at you in question.

Fuck, you’d forgotten about that recent development, annoyed there was now someone you could never hide your pain from, for better or worse.

“I’m cleaning because after my disaster of a night, I couldn’t get to sleep so I thought this would help clear my mind, and its a small cut from where I fell in the bathroom and hit my head because I’m clumsy. That good enough for you?” You were almost proud of how easily you could lie to people, but in fairness you had fell in the bathroom so that one wasn’t exactly a lie, more of an omission of the whole truth.

JJ nodded to himself, “We’re gonna have to talk about it at some point.”

“Talk about what?” You asked, worried he might’ve not believed what you’d said and was making theories about your home life.

“The soulmate thing.”

“Oh,” you breathed out, “yeah probably, although there’s not much to say.”

He let out a small chuckle, “Well this is going to be harder than I thought, you’re not one for being emotional and open are you?”

“Not really no,” you couldn’t help but laugh a little at yourself, “but I understand we might need to get to know each other now.”

“Great.” He stepped towards you, smiling, “Should we start now?”

“We’ve already clarified I’m cleaning a pool, do you need your eyes checked or something?”

He raised his eyebrows at the way your words dripped with sarcasm, “I think my eyes are fine baby, I guess we’ll have to reschedule to tomorrow then.”

“I guess we do.” You respond, trying to ignore the way your stomach fluttered when he called you baby, especially because he was clearly trying to get a rise out of you.

“Alright, can you surf?”

“How will that help us to get to know each other?”

“You learn a lot surfing with someone, and it means we spend most of the day together - so can you surf?”

You consider telling him that you couldn’t, but you were actually pretty good and this could be an opportunity to show him up - and because he was your soulmate you really did want to get to know him, you were just too stubborn to admit it at the moment.

“Yeah I can blondie, hope you’re ready to be put to shame.” You laughed.

“Oh I cant wait,” he smiled at you, “I’ll meet you at the beach at ten?”

“Ten’s good for me, and hey maybe we’ll both actually sleep before then.”

“Alright,” he looked like he wanted to step closer to you but instead settled on a small wave, “I’ll see you then.”

He gave you one last smile before turning away and heading back out of your garden, and as you watched him leave and thought about your “date” tomorrow your heart quickened.

——

As JJ walked away from you he smiled to himself, he had never met someone like you - anyone he’d ever been with he either hadn’t got to know or they didn’t excite him in the way he wanted. The only person he’d ever considered to date was Kie as she knew some of the darkest things about him and stayed around and she joked around with him nicely, but he realised pretty quickly that she was better to have as a friend.

He’d only ever seen you a few times, and in the past week or so at that, but he was loving every minute he spent with you - your fiery attitude and sarcasm seemed to compliment his personality pretty well. And god when you laughed, he felt like there was nothing bad in the world and he wanted to do everything in his power to make you laugh, hopefully brightening your day and definitely making his day better.

There was one thing that he was worried about though, which was you seemed to be injured as often as he was, and you definitely weren’t going to be open about in the same way he hated talking about his dad. What if your family life wasn’t great either? If that was the case, it’d be hard for either of you to heal in the way you wanted with reminders of other people hurting someone you loved.

Loved. He couldn’t believe he was already thinking about that when he barely knew you and was terrified of love and the thought that people wouldn’t love him back. But he’d be an idiot if he let this opportunity pass him by self sabotaging the relationship.

So, with a slight spring in his step at the thought of your date tomorrow, he walked to the chateau, keeping the image of you laughing at the front of his mind.

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What You Don’t Know pt. 3 - The Finale

[25Min Read/7.6K Words - College Au - Jisung x Female Reader - NSFW/Smut, 2/3 Plot - Femdom, Dom/Sub, Finding Kinks, Hair Pulling, Handcuffs, Minor Edging, Minor Cock-Slapping, Mutual Bondage, Bad Conflict Resolution, Drinking Buddies, Talking Things Out, Past Relationships, Friends to Lovers(?)]

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“Jisung,” you bristled, “you and I haven’t even agreed to be You and I.”

Jisung impatiently folded his arms. “Say no or come out with me tonight. Stop trying to fuck your way out of this if you actually care about me. This can be our little secret, but I won’t be your little power trip.”

You folded your arms as well, matching him in frustration as you considered what Jisung was proposing. If you went out with him that night, he might push you to confront some feelings you really didn’t want to. If you didn’t go out with him that night, however, you could see your friendship quickly dissolving. “Fine,” you huffed. “I’ll be at the bar tonight.”

What a terrible idea.

It had completely eluded you that tonight a live band was playing at the bar, and the energy inside was maddening. The guys wanting to go out on a Monday made way more sense all of a sudden. Minho beamed at you as you walked into the bar.

“My, don’t we look pretty tonight,” he teasingly complimented you, and you grimaced as you shoved him in retaliation.

“Don’t start,” you grumbled, “I’m not having the best day.”

“You, too? How funny,” Minho grinned as he put a beer in your hand. “Jisung’s been pissy all day.”

“What a coincidence,” you marveled sarcastically as you pulled up a stool at the bar. You didn’t even want to look at Jisung sitting at your usual booth, let alone sit with him. You missed the days when you didn’t feel anything towards him. It would be better than feeling whatever this was.

“Why do I even try?” Minho laughed in disbelief as he clapped you on the back. He shrugged before he abandoned you to simmer alone. You did watch now as Minho walked over and pointed you out. Whatever Jisung said in return, Minho had the same reaction as he’d had with you, laughing and shaking his head as he left to go actually have fun with everyone else. This was going to be a waiting game, you figured. Jisung would have to make a move if he insisted on you coming out, but you didn’t get much of a chance to see if he’d follow through. The strongest scent of girlish perfume hit your nose and you recoiled as you noticed Stephanie was here, for the first time in a couple weeks, and currently having way too much of a good time as she sauntered up to you.

“Hey!” She greeted over the music. Her tube top looked obnoxiously good on her. You cracked an inert smile and raised your beer in acknowledgment. “Jisung looks really good tonight,” she gushed as she leaned into your space. “So do you.”

“Thanks,” you nodded stiffly. “What’s up? You never talk to me.”

Stephanie shrugged cutely. “Well I’m talking to you now. Did you and Jisung come here together?”

You regarded her ingratiating smile. “Together? No,” you began carefully. “Why?”

“No reason,” Stephanie shrugged again, “he just looks really good tonight, like I said. And so do you. So I wondered if you came here together. That’s all.”

Her smirk was constructed purely from trouble before she waved and walked away, and right over to Jisung still sulking in the booth. You still couldn’t make out what was being said, but you could clearly see Stephanie point at you as well, and when Jisung leaned in to ask something, she shook her head before helping herself to the booth and sliding in beside him. Jisung looked across the bar at you now, and you were tempted to kill him right there and then as he shrugged at you, looking falsely helpless and clueless as Stephanie instantly leaned into his space.

You were subjected to watching Jisung get cooed over and pawed at for the next twenty minutes. Stephanie was relentless, really going at him and apparently emboldened by how aloof he was suddenly acting with her. Now you were thrown into a spiral of really wondering what you wanted with Jisung, and any one of those thoughts instantly made you feel queasy, especially as Jisung kept looking at you. She was awful, really — but you knew she really wasn’t, even as she whispered in Jisung’s ear and played with the strings of his hoodie. You knew she was just seeing him as available, and she was only up to her old business. After all, you said it yourself that you didn’t come here together. It still hurt to watch though, and it drove you crazy that you knew exactly why. But you would tough it out. You would sit and watch that jerk get fawned over even if it lasted all night, because he couldn’t be allowed to win this easily.

Until Stephanie made her move. You could almost hear the conversation play out from across the bar, with her swearing how much she missed him and caressing his knee under the table, promising she’d been thinking of him when she’d really done no such thing. You’d sworn you’d heard it plain as day, so it shouldn’t have surprised you when she kissed him. It surprised Jisung, too, and that was even more inexcusable since he was there contributing to the conversation.

It was Stephanie’s turn to be shocked as you stalked across the bar, entered the booth from the end she wasn’t occupying, and grabbed his hand to pull his attention away.

“Excuse you,” she balked, but she didn’t even try to interfere.

“Can we talk?” You asked him bluntly, voice covered in sugar to contrast with your vice grip on Jisung’s hand. He had the audacity to smirk as he excused himself from the table and followed you. You pulled him along to the back door of the bar, back by the bathrooms, and shoved it open to enter the dark alley behind the building. Jisung’s smirk lasted until the moment he was out in the cool of the night, and his hand sharply tugged on yours to wheel you around. You defensively pressed back against the wall. He knew you hated being surprised from behind. You didn’t even like back hugs or taking it from behind. Trust issue or not, Jisung knew better.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” He scoffed.

“I can say the same,” you shot back.

“What’s not to believe?! We’re not together, remember? But I guess you’re possessive when it’s convenient.”

“And you’re so quiet when it’s convenient,” you snapped. “You definitely seemed to want me while her tongue was in your mouth. You probably would’ve gone home with her if I hadn’t—“

Your ranting was cut short as Jisung kissed you hard against the wall of the alley. His hands gripped your waist tight and wouldn’t let up until you weaved your fingers into his hair and yanked. Jisung’s knees instantly buckled but he fought against it, his lips still on yours until you pulled him off of you. The grossest part of it was how much you instantly wanted him in that moment, even with how hurt you both were. Jisung was pushing this, and you were pulling away, literally so as you clawed your fingers into his hair and got him off of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jisung?” You asked coldly.

“Don’t accuse me of not wanting you when you won’t even talk this out.” He stared you down in the dark alley, trying hard not to shiver as you craned his head back. You manhandled him around to shove him back against the wall now, and his shocked cry turned into a surprised moan as your other hand took a serious grip on his cock and you kissed him back.

“You’re being such an ass about this,” you growled, emboldened as you could feel him trying not to tremble.

“And you’re being so immature about this,” he bit back, and it dug into you in a way you didn’t want to admit. Every time Jisung tried to say something more, you shut him up as you massaged him hard through his jeans. He didn’t stop trying to fight through it, though. “Did I make you upset, ma’am?” Jisung grinned sarcastically against you. His lips tasted of vitriol. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

His taunt made you freeze. Suddenly, you could see how this looked: both of you angry, upset, and undeniably wanting each other. You abruptly let him go. All you were doing was trying to stitch together this whole mess with flimsy lust. “You did,” you nodded seriously in an attempt to be open. “You did make me upset. This isn’t as easy as I was wanting.”

Jisung scoffed. It was apparently too little too late for you to be vulnerable. “Fine. Allow me to make it easier.” He was rough as he shouldered past you and made his way down the alley. You watched Jisung walk out to the street, silhouetted by streetlights as he made his way back towards the house.

You were livid as you stormed back into the bar to pay your tab and get the hell out. This whole night had been a terrible idea already and now it was worse as you pushed your way through the crowd to leave out the front, only to run face first into someone opening the door at the same time. You shoved whoever it was back only to find Chan facing you.

“Hey!” He shouted over the music, his annoyance abruptly turning into concern. “Are you okay?”

“No!” You called back. “I’m going home. I’ll see you, okay?”

Chan quickly turned and followed you as you elbowed past him out the door. He caught up with you on the sidewalk. “Do you want a ride?”

You paused, shifting uncomfortably as you silently nodded. He was handsome in his work clothes, his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. The sickening sensation of tears brimming in your eyes was distressing. Thankfully, Chan didn’t ask any questions, instead opting to wordlessly herd you towards and into his car. He sighed as he put the car into drive and headed in the direction of your apartment. “I’m sorry you’re not having a good night,” he offered.

“It’s fine. It’s stupid anyway,” you grumbled, feeling miserably embarrassed to have your friend see you like this.

“It’s not stupid, I assure you,” Chan consoled. “Try to calm down, okay? Here.” Chan reached down and slipped his heavy water bottle out of his bag and into your hand. You regarded it thoughtfully as you took a sip, followed by a deep breath.

“Isn’t this mine?” You asked, looking at the water bottle in your hands, your thumb tracing over the stickers adhered to it and the dents made in it over time. “You still have it?”

“Of course,” Chan chuckled. “You let me keep it, didn’t you?”

The short drive was painfully quiet but you were thankful for it, watching streetlights pass overhead and trying to ease the feeling of apparently hurting Jisung so badly. It felt lonely to approach your apartment, and you were silently grateful as Chan made no rush to get rid of you so he could head back to the bar. He leaned back in his seat and looked at you, almost as if he were checking on you again.

“Thanks,” you began awkwardly, despite gracefully setting a hand on his, “for being here for me.”

“Of course,” he assured you with a humble smile. His hand reassuringly squeezed yours. “You look really good tonight, by the way.”

“You think so?”

“For sure,” he nodded seriously. “When was the last time I saw you in a dress, let alone this dress? It’s my favorite.”

You felt your face heat up in a familiar way, and you couldn’t help but enjoy just hanging out with Chan again. This had been easy, too, before it wasn’t anymore. His hand was warm in yours and it felt good to be around him again.

“I missed you,” he said quietly. “I miss just hanging out. I’ve been meaning to call you.”

“I know you’re busy,” you reassured him, “but I missed you, too.”

“That’s the thing,” Chan bit at his lip. “I’m not going to be nearly as busy anymore. I’m finally getting my promotion.”

“You are? That’s great!” You congratulated him, and you truly meant it. Chan has been working like crazy since the day he started at his job. “I can’t wait to actually see you more,” you grinned.

Chan nodded, and it took a second longer than it should have for you to feel his pause in the stark silence of his car. The second you did, though, Chan had already leaned over the center console, his hand that wasn’t holding yours softly cupping your face as he gently pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was just as filled with muted affection and infatuation as the last he’d shared with you ages ago, but this wasn’t right. You reflexively shoved your hand against his chest, the heel of your palm sliding up until your hand landed on his throat. Chan hummed out a soft groan, misconstruing your defensive move for one of your games you used to play. He was thoroughly confused as you corrected your hand placement and shoved him off.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brows furrowed with concern.

“You jerk,” you laughed miserably as you went to open the door.

Chan grabbed back onto your hand. “What’s wrong?” He repeated.

“You don’t get to just swoop in when you’re ready to settle down!”

“What do you mean?! We’ve been waiting—“

“We?” You asked him, bewildered at his assumption. “We? I stopped when you wanted to back then, but now you’re saying we have been waiting for this? You didn’t even ask me what’s wrong tonight!”

“Fine,” Chan sighed as he sank back into his seat, “you’re right. I wrongly figured you still prefer to divulge that on your own. What do you want to do? You’re in charge.”

“That’s the entire problem!” You lamented. “Jisung keeps saying I just want to be in charge, like I’m actually just exercising some power trip on him, and now I probably chased him off forever.”

“Jisung?” Chan blinked. “What does he have to do with this? Why does he keep saying that?”

“Because it’s a million times easier to just fool around instead of wanting to admit I want anything more,” you grumbled as you buried your face in your hands. “So I’m just using him instead of actually talking to him.”

“Oh jeez,” Chan heaved out a held breath as he finally realized what was going on and pulled you into his arms across the center console, “is that what this is about? Come here.” Chan affectionately rubbed your back as you shoved your forehead into his shoulder. “I’m sorry I kissed you. I’ve been in tunnel vision for—“

“Forever?” The jab may have been rude, but he knew he had it coming.

“Yes,” he nodded forlornly. “For a pretty long time, at least. How long has this thing with Jisung been going on?”

“Not long,” you admitted, “maybe a month or two.”

“Do you like him?”

“I do,” you grumbled. He nudged you as he finally released you from his embrace.

“And he feels the same?”

Your sigh multiplied as you nodded.

“And, let me guess, he wants to make it serious?” Chan nodded as you chewed on your lip in hesitance. “And you’re scared to make that move. I see. That explains why he’s been so off lately.”

“What do I do?” You frowned. Chan patted your hand.

“Sounds pretty easy to me. You already share feelings. What are you afraid of?”

“I just wanted something easy,” you explained, and you finally heard how whiny that sounded out loud.

“Doesn’t sound like that,” Chan shook his head. “If you wanted something easy you would’ve laid that line down already. You’re indecisive for once because you don’t want things to change.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“I’m afraid so,” Chan nodded earnestly.

“I hate this,” you glowered.

“I know. But it can’t be easy all the time.”

You and Chan both sat in renewed silence before you nodded with determination. Something was pressing in the back of your mind before you could leave, though. “Were you really wanting to try again? You and I?”

“It doesn’t matter now, but yes,” Chan softly smiled. “I’m just sorry I missed my shot, but I’m glad you sound like you know what you’re doing with Jisung.”

Chan sat and took it as you leaned forward to kiss his forehead before you stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. You ducked back down to look at him. “It doesn’t matter now, but things might’ve gone differently if you got that promotion a few months ago. Thanks for being there for me tonight.” You watched, still feeling a bit bruised as you waved to Chan driving off back down the street.

Jisung went back to ignoring you in class the next day, and you knew he would continue to if you didn’t do something fast. You had one plan in place. You had sat with your draft —a piece you were finally getting a chance to write after conceiving it ages ago — and carefully edited the whole thing with Jisung’s corrections and suggestions in mind. It took you the better part of the night, but you had no desire to sleep anyhow. It would have to look markedly different for him to be tempted to leaf through it right away.

With bated breath, you sat in class, painfully anxious as you added your draft to the pile on its way to the front of the room. It seemed to take forever, passing from row to row until it finally reached Jisung in the front, and he immediately drew out his requisite blue pen to check if he had everyone’s work while the professor continued on with his usual droning. He flicked through papers, and you wanted to scream every time he paused to unstick a page or look for a missing bibliography. This didn’t feel unlike passing notes in high school and you hated it. You were suddenly wondering if he already reached your paper and perhaps you just missed it.

Except you hadn’t. Jisung very clearly found your draft in his pile, apparent as he set down the whole stack in his hands to flip through the pages once again, but more carefully. He did a double-take, and then another one, and then he looked through the papers and notebooks and pens on his desk as if there was some other reason he found a sticky note stuck to the back of the first page: See me. Jisung easily found your eye in the lecture hall, looking cute in another dress you hadn’t worn in a long time. As opposed to the sweet little skater dress with the knee socks that you donned back at the bar, today you sported a somewhat more mature number, something fitted and flattering with tempting buttons down the front, and he subtly nodded.

It was hard to tell how Jisung would arrive at your apartment. He could be coming in hot, ready to rail against you again for not opening up to him for so long and blowing your chance. He could be beside himself, or nonchalant, or any number of things as you paced your apartment. It would turn out he would still surprise you, instead looking impressed he even found you, and that was when you realized: Jisung still hadn’t come over since you’d become friends.

“Hey—“ he awkwardly greeted, barely waving before you stepped aside and let him in. He looked annoyingly cute in his lightweight hoodie and jeans.

“Hey,” you returned. You were unsure if you were happy or relieved or nervous to see him. “I’m glad you came. We need to talk.”

“We do?” Jisung smirked. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he curiously looked around your small apartment. “That’s a first.”

“Come on,” you sighed, “I’m trying here. Let me try, please.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Jisung shrugged, still attempting to look indifferent even as he paused to look at photos or little knickknacks you had sitting around. You decided you would make it easier and step into your bedroom yourself, letting him know it was alright to follow you into your space. It was cute watching him look around and get to know you more just by being allowed inside. You paused as he gently picked up a teddy bear off your dresser with the smallest look of amusement on his face.

“Something funny?”

“No,” he grinned as he set the bear back down, “not like that. I was just, er… well, after what we’ve done and from how I’ve known you, your place is so — I have no idea what word I’m looking for — normal?”

“Were you expecting a dungeon?” You giggled as you were caught off guard.

Jisung finally laughed out loud. “No, if you must know. But this is, well… it’s cute. It’s nice seeing your place.”

“I’m glad you could see it,” you smiled, “only Minho’s been in my room before.”

“Really?” Jisung asked incredulously, even turning more to face you as you sat on the bed.

“Really,” you nodded earnestly while you leaned under your bedside table to pull out an inconspicuous card box. “And I’m still kinky at home, I just keep my place organized unlike some people.”

“That was uncalled for and I should leave,” Jisung cackled, even as he stepped closer to see. You set the box on your lap and opened it to reveal your toys and restraints, some familiar and some not. He peered inside, smiling playfully as he drew out the cuffs you used on him the week before. “Why are you showing me this? Why did you want to see me?”

“I wanted you to see that I trust you,” you admitted, “even if it’s been really hard for me to start this conversation.”

Jisung seemed to consider this, his eyes drifting from you, your dress, to the cuffs in his hand. You playfully plucked the restraints from him and closed one end around his right wrist. A sideways smile urged him on as he pulled the other set of cuffs from the box and did the same to you. Now you matched.

“Okay,” he softly relented, still not wanting to meet your eye. “No more running then. And you already started off just fine. Now tell me what changed between then and today.”

“Well, Chan said you’ve been seeming off yesterday—“

“Yesterday? Chan wasn’t there yesterday,” Jisung did look at you now as he asked blankly.

“What? Oh. He came after you left and gave me a ride home,” you shrugged.

“He gave you a ride home?” Jisung pressed. “Did anything happen?”

“Not really,” you shrugged awkwardly again, “I mean, if I’m being honest, he kissed me, but—“

“He what?!” Jisung exclaimed. “Oh, that fucking prick, I can’t believe—“ It was surreal to see him so worked up.

“Jisung, I don’t—“ you attempted as he paced your room in a frenzy, narrowly avoiding you each time you tried to take his hand. “Would you calm down?!”

“I told that asshole it was about a girl at school,” he raved, “because how dare I try to respect that you’re a weird subject with him?!”

“I’m a weird subject with him? Jisung, it’s not like I knew Chan still had feelings—“

“How could you not?! Literally the whole house knows! Like first that dick kisses you and then he gives me a ride to your place today? That antagonistic piece of shit,“ Jisung hummed in simmering discontent as he whipped his phone out and began typing furiously.

“Jisung, you don’t need to—“

“Look, I get it,” Jisung babbled as you helplessly followed him out into the hall, “he’s stupidly good looking and he has a car and a great job and you’ve been friends for a long time but—“

“Jisung!” You snapped, finally getting a hold of whatever you could, namely the hanging cuff around his wrist, and clicked the open end around your free hand before tugging him close to snatch his phone out of his hand. “If you’d shut up for five seconds then you would know I told Chan about you right after he kissed me, and he had no idea about us and immediately backed off and he felt bad.”

Finally, Jisung was silent as he gawked at you, his wrist still hanging limp where it was connected to your own now. “He didn’t know about us? What did you tell him about us? Or me?”

“What did I— well, I mean, I told him the truth,” you floundered as you reflexively stepped back.

“What truth?” Jisung prodded. Now he tugged on the chain between you himself, even as you backed away again. He quickly brought up the hanging end of the cuff on his other wrist and snapped it onto you before reeling you in. “Come on, I know you hate leaving things unsaid,” he insisted as he brought you closer again. “You can do this.”

“Fine!” You erupted. “I want to be with you, you jerk! I want to hang out even when we’re not fooling around, and I think about you all the time, and you make me happy even when you annoy the shit out of me… and I would hate if that changed things,” you frowned, even more so as he gave a small, surprised laugh.

“Is that what this is about?” Jisung asked, his disbelieving shaded with some relief. “All that would change is maybe we would do some couple stuff.”

“Then what’s the point?”

“The point is I want to do couple stuff with you,” Jisung insisted.

“I do, too,” you readily agreed, only wishing you could sound more sure. “It’s just hard to—“

“You do? You actually want to do that stuff with me?” Jisung cautiously asked. “Then what’re you afraid of?”

You sighed in an attempt to breathe in any confidence you could before you looked down at both your wrists cuffed to his own. “Honestly, as simple as it sounds… I’m afraid of losing what you and I have.” He watched as you drew up your hands and rattled the chains a little to make your point. Jisung’s expression was cryptic: part stunned, part something else you couldn’t quite place before he stepped forward, determined. You backed up with a start, the wall of the hallway pressing against your back as he pulled at his left wrist, your right being pulled along by the cuffs connecting you as he led it back and up the nape of his neck until your fingertips nestled deep into his hair. In your surprise you dropped his phone in your hand, the device landing on the floor with a clatter. The ghost of your tentative breath was nearly a gasp on your lips as his hand closed around yours, guiding you to grip hard onto the follicles at the root. A soft groan emanated from low in his throat as you tugged on his hair, the action familiar by now but the feelings associated with it suddenly feeling more full, more weighty as his knees predictably buckled. He visibly felt that same shiver fall down his spine as it always did. You could do this, he seemed to silently encourage you, you could have this.

First, though, you needed Jisung to see that you wanted it, that you wanted him. A new energy surged through you, from the pit of your belly and pulsing along your nerves as you now pushed back against the wall of your own volition, releasing your hold on his hair to instead softly cup his face and pull him to you. The chains keeping you together meant the Jisung now gently held onto your wrists as he tried not to fall into you in your silent apartment. He watched, rapt as you shifted gears so suddenly but so smoothly, and he was still just as ready for you to do whatever you wanted to him as you met his gaze. The pause between you was sweet, intrepid, and just the smallest bit nervous as you finally brought him close to kiss his lips.

Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed as he savored it, almost like he was afraid this was a lapse in judgement on your part until you deepened your kiss and let out the smallest satisfied hum. Now you could do whatever you wanted to him, and he was dying for it. As he glimpsed at you the moment you pulled away from his lips, he was already tipsy, almost drunk on you, his eyelids heavy and his pupils blown out. You tipped him back onto his feet a little before you led his chained wrists to your waist, then your hips, and slowly down under the hem of your dress to your thighs. His fingers thought faster than his brain did as the pads of his fingertips absently soothed over your skin, erupting in goosebumps as he touched you until you yanked back on the cuffs and made him fall into you again. It felt like a return to form as you teased him closer and closer to your panties — until he brazenly pulled at the cuffs himself and dipped his fingers between your legs, over the thin fabric separating him from you. He cracked the most mischievous grin before you jammed down on the cuffs and surprised him into losing his balance and buckling. Jisung groaned as he landed on his knees, just a little dazed but still wearing that same playful smile.

“What,” you sneered, “you think you can get away with being a brat now?”

“No, ma’am,” Jisung earnestly shook his head despite his smirk, “but I trust you enough to try it out.”

“Let’s see if that pays off for you,” you taunted as you pulled your panties aside for him. “Now get to work.” To really rub it in, you pushed Jisung back by the forehead as he went to dive straight into you. He swallowed a breath as you looked down at him expectantly. “Words, sweet boy,” you chided, “don’t make this worse for yourself.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded when he seemed to suddenly become much more compliant, “thank you, ma’am.” Jisung looked up at you with his big eyes glazed over as he licked you up, nosing aside your panties to get deeper into your folds with a practiced effortlessness. It was your turn for your knees to buckle, the wall pressing into your shoulders as you let out a content sigh. Jisung groaned at your pleasure and grabbed onto your thighs as much as the cuffs would allow for leverage. Your arousal scorched through you from your chest to your fingertips when you realized how good it was to be with Jisung again, and like this it felt even more satisfying as he eagerly laved at you. A familiar head rush took hold and you knew that there was too much you wanted for you to risk losing momentum from an orgasm knocking you out.

Jisung was barely lucid as you pulled his tongue off you again, still so focused on his task and returning to it until his hands followed yours up your thighs and under the hem of your dress. You took his fingers, placing them on your panties and pushing down until you nodded for him to take them off for you. He helped you step out of them as you leaned down to help him reach with the cuffs still pulling you along, and you pulled him back up to bring your fingers to the top button of your dress. He watched, mesmerized as you led his hands to replace yours again and take care of the rest of the delicate buttons that traced a line down the front of your dress. His fingers were almost careful, his breath measured as he slowly exposed you.

“Perfect, sweet boy,” you breathed. “Your turn now.” You were met with a surprised gasp as you shoved Jisung back onto his ass and followed him down to the floor of your hallway. Your apartment was so small that you were practically in the kitchen and the bathroom and your bedroom from this spot, and Jisung almost braced himself as you knelt between his legs. “Well?” You asked teasingly. “I said it’s your turn.”

Jisung was still confused until you took his hands and placed them on the zip of his hoodie. Of course, with the cuffs on, neither of you would be able to get much more undressed, but a soft rush of excitement still coursed through you as Jisung did as he was told and unzipped his hoodie.

“Belt, too,” you softly commanded with a nod.

“Can I get another kiss, first, ma’am?” Jisung smirked. “I really liked that last one.”

“Belt first, sweet boy,” you emphasized. He complied, his slim fingers working his belt free, but not without next grabbing onto your wrist and tugging you close to steal a quick kiss. It was barely anything, and you loved it, but you pushed your hand against his chest to flatten him back out on the floor with a groaned curse. You burned, sort of adoring this new level to your playing. Jisung seemed to love it too as you wrangled him into your grip: one hand in his hair and the other working his jeans open to grab onto his cock. As painfully sentimental as it sounded, you’d missed it.

Jisung cried out as you shifted around to kneel on his chest, one knee on his ribs and the other still on the floor as you began to massage his length to full hardness. The moment he tried to thrust into your hand, you lightly slapped the head of his cock and he hissed out a sharp breath. “Sit still, brat,” you warned.

“Come on,” Jisung begged, his eyes shut tight as you did it again, “I missed you, it’s so good.”

“What’s so good?” You teased before batting his cock again. “Being such a brat that I keep on slapping your cock? That can be arranged.”

“No no,” Jisung ardently shook his head, “please ma’am, please touch me. I’ll be good, just please touch me again.”

“Say you’re sorry,” you pouted, already poised to slap his cock again.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” your incredible, sweet boy immediately replied as he pressed his hips back into the floor. “I’m sorry for acting out, and kissing you without permission, and for not sitting still—“

“Perfect, sweet boy,” you simpered, “that was a good apology.”

Jisung’s head relaxed back onto the floor as you closed your hand around his warm cock again and began stroking it in earnest. His hushed whines and obscenities under his breath were heavenly, perfect notes in your ears after recalling them in frustrating daydreams for the past week. Even in just that short time, you truly realized how much more you wanted Jisung than you had first thought. Looking at Jisung stretched out on the floor of your tiny apartment and doing his best to behave while you massaged his blushing erection, you couldn’t believe it took you so long to admit you wanted to be with him. Jisung’s eyes were shut tight enough to furrow his eyebrows in the sweetest way, so utterly lost in the moment in a way you can’t just will into existence, he had to fall into it, and you would be an absolute fool to not recognize how handsome he was in the midst of it. Your gaze drifted down his heaving chest, down to where the hem of his shirt had ridden up a bit to reveal the soft definition of his abdomen, and ultimately down to his length that was agonizingly dripping, leaking precum, and you couldn’t take the sight anymore; you needed him.

“What’re you doing—“ Jisung dazedly asked as you let him out of your grasp. Rather than finish his question, however, Jisung gasped in surprise as you swung a leg over his hip to seat yourself on his lap. He was thoroughly trembling by now, and you missed that sensation.

“Good?” You checked in on him real quick as you eased the smooth head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

“Yes ma’am,” he obediently replied as you slowly dipped him into your depths. A sigh erupted from you, instantly revealing how much you’d wanted Jisung back inside of you, and you quickly laced your fingers into his for leverage as you began to roll your hips against his own. You couldn’t believe how much you’d missed fucking Jisung in just a few days. With the right angle, you could grind your soaked clit against him, and your feverish moans electrified him in the cutest way. Jisung writhed under you, coming undone from how much he loved being with you, being used by you while knowing he actually had you. He was keening and sighing and moaning sweetly with each groan and gasp that escaped you as you rode him, your undulating hips almost working him up too fast in combination with how much groundwork you’d already laid out. This realization, however, was unsatisfying for some reason, until you understood why. It was rare, but sometimes you did crave pressure against that little button of nerves inside you instead of directly against your clit, and you couldn’t reach it from this angle.

Jisung was a mess as you eased off him. “Wait, what’re you—“ he nearly repeated, babbling until you soothed him.

“Good?” You asked, making him jump as you grabbed back onto his cock to pump his slicked length a few times. He whined at your touch before he could finally give a tepid nod. “Say you’re good,” you implored.

“Good,” he nodded heartily, even more so as you let a glistening string of saliva fall from your lips onto his hard member and stroked it faster before letting go completely. Jisung threw his head back and cursed at the absence. “Fuck,” he croaked, “more, more—“ You smiled warmly as Jisung sat up as much as he could without pulling you down in the process, and you leaned a hand forward to give him some leverage to see what he would do. Your chest swelled as he leaned up, fervently kissing your jaw before looking up at you with those big eyes. “More, ma’am, please,” he earnestly begged, and you felt he more than earned it now.

“Jisung,” you called softly to him, getting his attention fast, “you want it?”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded seriously. He was curious as you helped him sit up more until he was up on his knees with you, enough so that it caught him off guard as you closed your eyes and leaned close to briefly kiss his lips again. He groaned appreciatively into you until you pulled away, but the curiosity resumed as you took one of your cuffed wrists and ducked under it, twisting around until Jisung was bear-hugging you from behind. “Ma’am,” he suddenly piped up behind you, “are you sure?” Even then, he couldn’t resist responding as you ground your ass back against his cock.

“Jisung,” you groaned wantonly, and let yourself lean forward against the wall, “fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jisung readily complied. With a little adjusting, you felt the head of his cock nudge back against the sensitive opening of your pussy, and you both let out a renewed sigh of pleasure as you tested this new angle. You were surprised to find that despite any of your misgivings or trepidation, that Jisung’s length fit up inside you almost precisely like this, massaging right against that spot if you arched your back just right. Jisung thrust eagerly into you, the both of you panting for breath and breaking out in a minor sweat as he fucked you from behind in the hallway. With his hands still connected to yours, he held fast onto your arms for leverage but remained as gentle as he always was, still just as doting as he kissed and nuzzled along your shoulders and nape of your neck while he murmured grateful little proclamations into your skin.

Even with your arms crossed and held down by his own, you still felt safe against Jisung, and it was easy to fall headlong into this spike of arousal contributing to the incredible head rush you were experiencing. The sounds of your combined moans worked in tandem with his thrusts to push you closer and closer to the edge, while Jisung apparently wasn’t far behind with how his fingers squeezed into your arms. You knew he would be too behaved to ever ask for it, though. You leaned your head back against Jisung’s shoulder as he worked his hips against you.

“You’re doing so good, sweet boy,” you purred. Jisung whimpered as he tried not to jump the gun. “You’re going to make me cum like this. But I can’t—“

“What?” Jisung interrupted, almost crazed. You patiently shushed him in an attempt to soothe him.

“I can’t cum,” you goaded him, “without telling you the rules first. I won’t cum unless you fill me up when I do.”

“Oh fuck,” Jisung hissed behind you. “Anything, ma’am, fuck—“

Jisung was a wreck as he worked you over, thrusting and grinding his cock right into your spot as your impassioned moans quickly grew more feverish. “God, Jisung,” you pleaded, “make me cum, you’re going to make me cum—“

“Yes, ma’am,” Jisung panted, “I’m going to —god, fuck—“

Your hands clutched for each other as you both erupted in a cascade of emphatic cries and moans once you climaxed together. The warmth that so instantly filled you made you melt back into Jisung’s embrace, almost like you’d fall right through the floor if he let go. Instead, he held you for a moment to ground himself before he reached for the safety latch on the cuff on your right wrist. It snapped off with a rattle, and even that felt as much like an absence as when he eased his withering length out of you. Jisung was gentle as he helped you to sit and rest back against the wall while he unlatched the other cuff. He lightly massaged both your wrists, even taking a moment to feel out and crack the joint between your thumb and wrist on both hands. His dazed eyes still heavily lidded, he softly kissed both your palms before returning them to your lap and finally took both cuffs off of himself. The cuffs were set on the floor with a soft clatter and you shared a look now, suddenly just a bit bashful in your post-orgasm haze.

“Good?” You smirked.

“Good,” Jisung languidly nodded, and accepted your hands on his face, drawing him close for a chaste kiss to his lips before helping him down next to you to snuggle him into your arms. You relaxed on the floor of the short hallway in your tiny apartment, still shoddily half-dressed, half-exposed as the both of you were. Jisung was curious as you leaned over to grab his phone you had originally dropped on the floor. You took a cursory glance at the device, making sure you hadn’t damaged it in all the commotion before you dialed Minho’s number.

“What’re you doing?” Jisung wondered.

“What?” Minho’s voice came through on the third ring.

“Min,” you greeted casually, “when are we going out again? I have things to tell you. There’s something you don’t know.”

“What’s it about?” He asked shortly, apparently unfazed that you were calling from Jisung’s phone.

“About me and Jisung,” you replied. Jisung was looking up at you now, almost impressed.

“What about you and Jisung? Is this about what happened with Stephanie the other night?”

Jisung’s eyes widened curiously, possibly matching your own. “No, why? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I set her on her plan to talk to him because I was tired of you two not saying anything; I didn’t think she’d make a total ass of herself.”

You and Jisung stared at each other. “No,” you babbled, “it’s not that. I was just going to say—“

“Hey!” Felix’s voice interrupted. “Is Jisung gonna go to your place more often? I haven’t had the room to myself in ages. Like, I try to give you two space and everything, but—“

“Is that where they are?”

“Yeah, that’s where Chan said he dropped him off—“

“What’s going on?” Chan cut in now. “Are they actually admitting it?”

“Enough!” You announced, attempting not to get distracted with Jisung nearly having a fit of giggles beside you. “Alright. Next time we go out, we’ll explain everything.”

“Are there parts we don’t know?” Minho asked, bemused.

“You could fill books with what you don’t know,” you laughed, quickly ending the call to get the last word in. Jisung smiled at you affectionately as you carefully got up to your feet and offered him a hand.

“Am I heading home, then?” He asked as he let you help him up.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “bedroom.” Jisung stared at you like he was expecting a punchline.

“Bedroom? Why the—“

“Bedroom,” you nodded with a grin while you pulled him along, “or else I’m going to fall asleep right here in the hallway.”

Jisung beamed at you as you led the way to your bed. “Yes ma’am.”

#kprosenet #kwritersworldnet #sub!idol #stray kids fanfiction #han jisung #I DID IT IT'S HERE I LOVE YOU ALL #actual chipmunk loverboy han jisung 🤧

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alphi-writes · 4 years

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the autumn interactions seems fascinating.. may i request one? ^~¬ || a female reader here~ id like to request a scary stories for malleus, haunted house for azul & trick of treat for floyd, thanks!!! 🥺💖

Yes of course!! I'm glad you seem to like it:)🧡

Characters: Malleus, Azul, Floyd

Items: Scary Stories, Haunted Houses, Trick or Treat

Malleus Draconia

"Yea, just sit there, it's a bean bag it won't- Malleus, you're practically a deity, you do not need to worry about a bean bag eating you."'

You giggled quietly as Malleus tried to make himself comfortable. He wasn't used to such comfortable, plush seatings like a bean bag.

"Are you sure these won't cause any damage? The curve it makes seems... unhealthy."

"Oh, don't be a scaredy cat-! You'll want to save that fear for-" you clicked your torch on, illuminating your face, "-Scaaaary stooories~!"

He stared, dumbfounded for a moment before chuckling quietly.

"Well, you can try, I suppose."

"Oh I will try, and I'll succeed!"

Earlier in the evening, you'd invited Malleus to your dorm, in which the two of you would hang out because Malleus was, yet again, left out of another school event. It was sad to see him so dejected, so you jumped at the chance to invite him over.

Currently, while Malleus was slowly being swallowed by the bean bag, you were setting up a small blanket fort. You stabilized the blankets and sheets before shoving pillows and a few other softy seats inside.

After that, you grabbed your laptop and a candy bag, propping them up at the head of the fort. When you finally crawled out, Malleus was all but unseen, completely covered in the bean bag.

You laughed loudly, promptly grabbing his hands and pulling him out of the seat.

"Come on, I have to fort finished."

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, thanking you quietly.

You slid into the fort next to Malleus, opening your laptop.

"I found this cool forum last week where people submit scary stories! It's always being updated with new stories, and theres even an audio section. That way I don't have to read out loud, I don't read well out loud..."' You typed the forum into the search bar, opening up the tab and scrolling through the audios.

"Do you want to listen to a certain genre? Or are we going to randomize?"

You looked at Malleus, who now had his head propped on his hands. He had a lime green and fuschia blanket strewn over his legs, keeping him warm.

"Erm.. random."

Nodding, you clicked randomise and clicked the first audio that appeared.

"Ooh~ this one's a true story!" You pulled your arms into your chest, burrowing into your blanket like an animal.

The audio faded in, menial sounds of rain and wind fading in first. Then, after the sounds, a deep voice came in.

"This, is a true story. A story of young children, all murdered in cold blood."

You chortled quietly at the mediocre voice acting, hoping Malleus hadn't heard you.

"One-hundred years ago, in multiple neighbouring towns, murders of small children were reported back to back for about two months. The murders were strewn out by the days. Almost sixty children were murdered, meaning the murderer struck every night."

Although it sounded like the man was trying too hard to sound spooky, and he spoke a bit slow, you still found yourself enjoying the story.

"The murders were all the same, children's skulls bashed in, all a bloody, gorey mess. It wasn't until one teenager by the name of Saria that the murderer was caught."

You laid your head nonchalantly on Malleus' arm.

"Saria was the oldest victim, which proved useful in her predicament. Although she was bed-ridden in the hospital for a time with major cranial damage, she suffered no memory loss."

"I wish I didn't suffer memory loss when Trein smacks me upside the head..."

Although you'd whispered to yourself, Malleus must've heard you because he let out a quiet chuckle.

"Although Saria gave a solid description of the murderer, he was never caught."

"Wow, shocker."

"The murders stopped in 1912. Recently, a line of murders identical to the 1909 murders were brought to the surface."

The speaker's voice faded out, mediocre scary music playing until the end of the audio.

"Well, that sucked, but everything sucks if you aren't the one being murdered." When you looked to Malleus for feedback, you were suprised to see he'd fallen asleep.

Shutting your laptop, you smiled and laid down next to him, brushing his bangs away from his forehead.

Gently, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and closed your eyes, falling asleep with him.

Azul Ashengrotto

"You sure you can handle this, Azul?" You teased, smirking at him.

You were currently standing with him in line outside a haunted house maze. From the looks of it, the 'house' was an old château from at least two centuries ago.

It was huge, probably four or five stories tall.

"Of course I can handle this, Y/N. I deal with scarier guests at the Lounge." A confident smile spread across his face as he adjusted his coat.

You hummed, grabbing his hand, intertwining.

"Damn, I don't think it's the haunted house you need to worry about. Your hands are freezing!"

He only scoffed, looking up at the château.

"This is a slow line. We could accept more customers in the lounge than this place."

"Well, we can't just expect the other people here to fly through the whole maze. That would be no fun at all. Besides, I like waiting with you." You grinned at him, squeezing his hand promptly.

A small blush spread across his face before he turned his head away.

After another fifteen minutes or so, you finally made it to the front of the maze.

"Two together please." You held up two fingers, handing your money to the operator before they ushered you and Azul inside.

The beginning of the maze was stuffy room that smelled faintly of smoke.

"Someone has smoker's breath." You quipped to yourself, looking around the room.

You didn't tell Azul, but you'd visited this haunted house a week prior, just to see what it had in store. It was also so you could see how Azul reacted to the maze.

Of course, you will still get scared, but you would roughly know your way around the maze.

"Here, this way I think. The air feels different." You lightly grabbed his sweater sleeve and pulled him towards the wall, feeling around the wallpaper.

"Ooh, we have to look for exits?"

"Yea, I think this is more of a puzzle maze than a jump scare maze."

You found a loose corner in the wallpaper and pulled until a doorway was exposed.

You turned to Azul, grinning and motioning for him to follow.

Throughout the haunted house you would stumble across rooms that required puzzles, some that had jumpscares, and some that had both.

In one particular room, Azul was trailing behind, looking at his surrounding when a scare actor jumped out, shrieking loudly and grabbing Azul.

Although you should've come to Azul's aid, you couldn't help but double over laughing.

The sound Azul made, you'd never heard anything like it. It was almost like a strained baby cry.

"Azul, oh, jeez-" you couldn't even talk, you were laughing so hard, "are you-are you okay Azul?" You finally straightened, wiping a stray tear from your eye and gliding over to him.

"Y-you laughed!" He pointed an accusing finger at you.

You wrapped your fingers around his, smiling.

"Yes. I. Did."

You were the leader throughout the whole maze, pulling him through rooms and away from potential scare factors.

"Its almost as if you already know this house, Y/N."

Chuckling, you turned to him, "I've been to a lot of haunted houses. I just have a better sense of the place than you."

He nodded, albeit still suspicious, but left the matter alone.

Towards the end, the hallways began to narrow, and you felt yourself sweating more than usual.

This wasn't a part of the house when you went last week.

Pressing your back against the back wall, you shuffled down the hallway, breathing in laboured breaths.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Azul's concerned voice rang out behind you.

Craning your neck back, you saw the expression on his face. His eyebrows were creased, and his eyes showed sympathy.

"Y-yea! I uh, I hate small places, especially, ah, hallways. No where to turn, you know?"

You felt Azul's hand grab yours, and soon you found yourself escaping the cramped hallway.

"Hell yea! We made it!" You threw your hands up, cheering and grinning at Azul.

He smiled at you, plopping a hand on your head and ruffling your hair.

"Uh-huh. Now let's go home, I'm tired."

You nodded, winding your elbow with his.

"Yea, and we should grab some food beforehand too. I'm starving."

You marched together, arms intwined, eyes drooping, and worries cleared.

Floyd Leech

"Floyd, you can't, hey no, your foot goes through here!" Currently, you were having troubles helping Floyd into his costume.

"Jeez, I'm not in the mood for this.."

"Don't be a baby.. lord almighty, could Azul have chose any other costume genre? This looks like quarantine shopping all over again-"

You weren't absolutely sure what the Octavinelle costumes were supposed to be, but you did know that your costume was worlds better.

When Floyd finally had the costume on correctly, he grumbled, staring down at you.

"I don't want to trick and treat."

"'Neither do I, so let's hurry up. There will be candy."

Floyd's eyes brightened slightly at the mention of candy.

"Fine."

"Yea, there's your spirit." You said in a monotone voice, no less.

Instead of trick and treating around town, NRC set up a school system where students could visit dorms and staff rooms for treats. Something about giving the students some holiday cheer.

"I hope someone has calissons. I haven't had any of those for a while." You spoke, mostly to yourself, but Floyd retorted to your quip.

"Calissons are gross."

"You know nothing, feeble mortal."

The walk from your dorm to the first dorm, Heartslaybul, was quiet but not uncomfortable.

You honestly just wanted to get this over with so you could take a nap. Preferably after watching some horror movies or something of the sort.

You walked through the mirror to Heartslaybul, making it to the front gate and knocking on the door.

Both you and Floyd held out your trest baggies, letting out a bored "Trick or Treat" in unison.

You watched as Trey dropped candies into your baggies. There was some candy corn, carambars, chocolate, and a small plastic bag of chamallows.

You waved to Trey and made your way to the next stop.

"This is a kid's holiday, yea?"

"Not necessarily. People used to dress up before All Saint's Day because they didn't want the ghosts to eat their asses."

Floyd nodded, a michevious grin spreading across his face.

"It doesn't have to be Halloween to get your ass-"

You punched his arm, "oh shut up, you."

He snickered loudly, poking fun at you until you made it to the next dorm.

That's how the rest of the night continued. Go from dorm to dorm, collect your candies, then make jokes and quips between getting candy.

At the end of the night, you and Floyd headed back to your own dorm to exchange candies.

"I think we have most of our candy is the same-" You mentioned, dumping your candy on the ground.

"I don't have any carambars." Floyd spoke, reaching over and grabbing a handful of carambars from your pile.

"Hey! We're exchanging, not stealing!"

He shoved a piece of candy in his mouth, rolling his eyes and trifling through his candy baggie.

"Here, you can have these then."

He threw a plastic wrapping at you, going back to his own candies.

Picking up the wrapping, you smelled it briefly and smiled.

"Oh, so you had calissons? And you don't even like them."

He nodded, laughing to himself.

"Yea, I specifically asked Trein for those."

You chuckled quietly, turning the calissons over in your hand.

"Well, thank you. This has been my best trick or treat event ever."

Floyd nodded, giving you a toothy grin before shifting his focus back to the candies.

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lolabangtan · 4 years

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if you can hear the ocean waves | myg

Two dumb childhood friends embark on a trip to the seaside – as they try to figure out what they will do with their lives if they can’t neither be with each other nor cut off their lifelong crush.

Word count: 6k

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, dumb and dumber in love, a little bit of angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, soft femdom, drunk sex (non vaginal), infidelity, degrading kink.

# sub!yoongi, dom!reader, oral sex (female receiving), dry humping, fingering, semi-public sex, anal fingering, rim job, spanking, yoongles is a baby boy.

“It’s crazy. How can I hear the ocean in a seashell?”

“It’s most likely that it’s the ocean itself. The seashells captures this noise, and it resonates inside.”

When Yoongi offered you to go with him on a work trip to the sea, you expected to be locked up in the hotel day and night, waiting for him to return from all the meetings and work commitments, or snooping around the city by yourself. That’s why you had a hard time accepting.

Yoongi complains with a hiss. “Misery guts,” he calls you.

However, there you are, lying on the sand at first thing in the morning, drunk on fruit juice and stuffed with grilled meat. Time is not a concept anymore.

“I think I got it figured it out,” he mumbles.

“Of course you do. I just explained it to you, silly,” you retorted with a laugh.

Yoongi sits up on the sand and stares at the sea horizon. His pale legs almost mix with the colour palette around him. He’s gained some weight, too, since last year. Fortunately, he isn’t overworking himself anymore. “No, I mean—about the wedding.”

You hold your breath. He told you he’s been thinking about it lately, after all.

“So?”

But he just grabs his hair, muffling the sounds of his frustrated groans against his knees.

“I don’t! Hell, I can’t-I-forget about it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You were pretty excited about this trip, even if you’re a collateral traveller. It’s been a while since you’ve been to the seaside, so I thought you’d like to come along. It’s been a while since you two last spent some quality time together, too. Perhaps that’s why the mood seems off.

And Yoongi’s acting so weird lately, too. Since the moment you set foot off the train. When he told you he was having doubts about the wedding, you thought he was just freaking out about such a big step, as had so often happened to him, but you could tell – this time, it was different.

It was worse.

“You’re just nervous, Yoongles,” you tell him, pressing your heels against the wet sand, “How about we go back to the hotel and see if they’ve sorted out the rooms?”

He agrees. That’s the best you can do since he knows you’ll end up yelling at him and demanding that he tell you why the hell he’s acting so weird. That way, at least, you can find out if the hotel staff has fixed the problem with the room.

After you arrived this morning, exhausted after hours of train travel and how inhumanly early you had had to take it, the first thing you wanted to do at 8 am was to lie in bed and sleep for the next hundred years, but you two are rather unlucky and the first thing the receptionist said was already awful news:

My bad, sir. I think there was a problem with the reservation and we’ve booked you a double room.

“What kind of cheesy romcom is this?” grunts Yoongi in response. His neck is blushing, just like the tip of his ears. “Can’t you change that, miss? We wanted a twin room.”

“Of course, sir, but it’ll take a while. You can take a look at the hotel facilities in the meantime. The beach won’t be too crowded right now, and there are several restaurants nearby where you and your sister can have breakfast.”

You want to clarify that you are not his sister, but what’d be the point?

“It’s no problem for us to share a bed, Yoongi. I just want to sleep,” you whine, grabbing his arm.

But he shakes you away. “It’s weird.”

There it is. It is indeed weird of him to act like that, and things haven’t changed since this morning. Yoongi’s still being bashful and grumpy, more than usual, and you just can’t grasp exactly why.

And that’s how you two ended up laying on the beach after stuffing yourselves with some juice and tons of food. A pretty good way to spend your time, if they’ll ask you. And a pretty good way to avoid thinking about your best friend not being sure about his wedding, too.

Good news – the front desk clerk tells you that the problem is fixed.

After she gives Yoongi the keys, you two get on the lift and head to the room, almost running. You’re surely on the verge of extenuation.

Two beds. A window facing the sea. A minibar you won’t touch since you don’t wanna get a loan.

“Home, sweet home!” you groan, already feeling sleep taking its toll on you, “Have they told you your working schedule yet? To be honest, knowing the guy, I thought your boss would fill up your ass with assignments as soon as you set foot in town.”

“Fortunately, he hasn’t. Don’t jinx it,” retorts Yoongi as he finally reaches the wardrobe.

Raising your left foot, you push your bed against his. “Oh, no!” you yelp then, “There’s only one bed!”

He reacts to your antics with a scoff.

“God, I’m so tired,” he mumbles while grabbing a bunch of clothes from his open luggage, “Can’t wait to throw myself on the bed.” Yoongi then heads to the bathroom but turns to look at your frowning face. “What?”

“Are you embarrassed to change in front of me?” you ask.

Honestly, you’ve been acquainted with his peepee since he was as tall as a chair. He even asked you, when he was twelve, if it was too short after he pulled down his trousers in the middle of your room. You can’t remember hearing your mother laugh louder than when she came in and saw your puzzled face.

No, Yoongi-ssi, it’s not small. Pull up your trousers so you two can come downstairs for a snack.

You often wonder if her reaction had been so calmed since you had a brother, and you also hope that it is something all boys think about at some point in their lives, and not that Yoongi was the only boy in school who had shown her penis to his best friend in need of feedback.

His voice brings you back to reality. “No, it’s just – it’s cold in here. I’d rather change somewhere warmer, and the bathroom’s got a heater.”

Nodding, you see him disappearing through the door and decide to change there. After all, acting as weirdly as he will only make things worse, or at least incredibly awkward. So, you grab the hem of your shirt and pull up, feeling the chills down your spine. It’s pretty cold, in fact.

“Did you-” Yoongi comes back from the bathroom but stops as he sees you. “Sorry, I— I’ll brush my teeth while you change.”

You don’t really wanna force him to see you half-naked, as weird as that sounds, so you nod and thank him.

Once you’re finished, to tell him he can come in. “Which bed do you want?” you ask.

“The one that’s closer to the bathroom. You know I get up to pee a lot during the night.”

Nodding, you sit down on the other one and stare at him as he grabs the blankets and shoves himself in. “About what you said earlier— are things okay between you two?” You sound like a vulture and you know it, but you do it because you care about him.

Yoongi nods in silence, so you let it be and you get into bed too.

“Cuddles,” he demands anyways, like it’s something he can’t help asking, and it’s enough for you to get it.

You still don’t believe his fiancée is okay with him spending an entire weekend with a girl-friend, even if you’ve known each other since the very day his mother pushed him out of her womb. But it’s okay, because you’ve been doing it all your life.

It just makes you cringe in pain – how out of the question it’d be. “Spoilt baby boy,” you mock, embracing him in your arms.

Truth is that things have been a little weird since you guys finished high school a few years ago. As you grew up, the film of innocence surrounding your friendship went away, and pretending to be his friend became more difficult.

You let yourselves be guided by the rest, and all they said was ‘if you’re not going to date, you can’t keep being friends the way you used to’, and they were right.

Two grown-up adult friends planning sleepovers, sleeping together, changing in front of each other – it couldn’t possibly be okay. So, that must be why he’s being like this. Things had indeed got weird since you realised you’d fallen in love.

Why is he like this? Being all weird one second and cuddly and bubbly the next one.

As for Yoongi himself, he knows perfectly well why. It’s stupid, and pointless, too. But he wants to be close to you, be held by you, be with you. And he knows it’s going to end at some point.

Yoongi’s life is full of pointless why not’s, while the only ‘why not’ that matters is the one he’s not brave enough to do. Why not? Well, there are tons of reasons why not to tell you he’s in love with you, and the main one is that he knows you don’t love him back.

Why not ask this girl he met at this class out? It’s not as if the woman he’s in love with will ever reciprocate his feelings. Why not keep dating her? It’s not as if he wants to stay single forever and embarrass his parents more than he’s already done pursuing music. Why not ask her to marry him? It’s not as if they haven’t been dating for years now.

Hugging each other, you fall asleep almost instantly.

The sun hits you in the face. You can’t go back to sleep, you’re awake, so you turn around to see that lucky honey boy Min Yoongi is still asleep. Then you check the phone – it’s past lunchtime.

“Yoongi,” you whisper, “Yoongi, wake up. Don’t you have work to do?”

He grunts something in his sleep, tangling his arms around you and pulling you closer. God, you hate this, you hate this sudden drive you’d get to kiss him until he’s flushed and panting and putty in your hands.

“Wake the fuck up, you good-for-nothing.”

“Five more minutes, please,” he mumbles against your shoulder.

It’s sunny outside, the typically beautiful spring day, when summer is around the corner but the weather is not mortally hot yet. And you’re purely for leisure, so you may as well enjoy now the sunlight you haven’t been able to get these past few winter months.

“I’m going out to the terrace,” you say, getting out of the bed. As you expect, Yoongi remains silent.

You take a book on your way out and lie on the white plastic lounger that looks like it’s gonna break as soon as you get your ass on it.

Opening your novel, you lie down anyways, intrigued about what’s going to happen in the next chapter. That’s how you spend the next thirty minutes, until Yoongi comes out to the terrace, frowning at the sudden sunlight and probably still half-asleep, looking for you.

“Hey, I just checked and the hotel bar is reserved for a birthday party.”

You finally look away from your book. “Do you already know anything about that work stuff you have to do?”

“I just woke up, Y/N— I have no idea,” he grumbles on his way in.

Yoongi is so bloody stressed. You can see it in the way his heavy eyelids shut, appreciating the sudden chance to rest a little; or how his voice breaks as he almost growls because he has no energy to speak louder.

Whatever is behind him acting like that, it has to be worrying him almost more than what he can handle.

When he invited you to come along to this trip, you assumed that he had to meet with a client and work on a song for them. There’s no other reason you can come up with, and you’re still his best friend, you still want him to feel better.

“How about we find somewhere to buy some drinks and spend the rest of the day in here?”

He looks surprised at your proposal. “I thought you’d like to see the sea.”

“Not right now,” you retort, getting up and approaching the railing, “People saw how good the weather is and are crowding on the beach. It’s all full of kids and middle-aged drunks.”

You and Yoongi decide to stick to the plan of buying alcohol and getting drunk in the room after going out to lunch.

Stuffed once again with food and already tipsy-but-actually-more-like-half-drunk, you catch up on the terrace, talking about upcoming projects and happy incidents that have happened to you lately.

It’s already getting dark and, just as you expected, he doesn’t bring up the wedding again.

It’s not until childhood memories come to the scene that you realise how much you had missed talking to him like this. Two old hands talking about the past as if time was a treasure rotting in the depths of your memory.

Yoongi gets up and stumbles on his way to the room. “We ran out of whisky.”

“And more ice,” you remind him.

You wait for him to come back, but it doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon. The door to the inside of the room is still opened, so you get up to check if Yoongi has perished on his way to the minibar.

He hasn’t. Not entirely, at least— Yoongi is squatting in front of the tiny fridge, savouring the cold air coming out of it. He seems to be in some kind of out-of-body trance.

When you call his name, he turns his head and nods, grabbing the last bottle of whisky and the ice.

“What’s with you lately? Do you wanna talk about it?” you ask, determined to find out at last what the bloody hell is wrong with him, as you follow his petit, sneaky figure back to the terrace. “Fuck, Min Yoongi, really.”

You sit back on the lounger to watch him pour you a glass of whisky instead of answering your question. He’s visibly drunk, and so are you.

That’s probably the reason why, when Yoongi handles you the glass, bending over you, so close that he’s almost pressing his nose against yours – you can smell the whisky in his breath – he looks down at your lips and kisses you.

The drink falls to the floor, breaking into a thousand pieces, as he jerks back. “Sorry. Sorry, Y/N, it-it looked like a good idea. I-”

But you smile, cupping his face so he doesn’t run away again. “It was, Yoongi.”

Then you kiss him back. Yes, it seems like a good idea in your mind. You don’t need to think about it for now. You’ll think about it tomorrow. Not now, because now you have Yoongi’s lips against yours and his body slowly falling onto yours until he’s practically straddling your lap.

None of you know where is this all coming from, although you can take a glimpse at why. Years of yearning, of craving, of pent up yeah, but I’m not brave enough’s – whether it’s a mistake or a dream with consequences.

“I’m so fucking wet.” You feel him tremble over you. “And it’s all your fault. What are you gonna do to fix it?”

Yoongi stares at you in awe. “Now? Right here? Out in the open?”

“Don’t you want to?” you ask, and you want him to be as honest as he can be at this moment.

“Fuck, of course— of course I want to,” he says, taking a deep breath against your still clothed cunt.

Two lifelong fantasies come true the moment he unzips your shorts and pulls them down along with your underwear: yours to be eaten out by Yoongi and Yoongi’s to eat you out.

While the warm feeling of his tongue poking between your lips brings a groan out of you, you slip a leg under his torso until you feel his erection. Yoongi hisses when he feels the pressure of your shin against him and looks at you from his position between your thighs.

“You’re so hard,” you say with a smirk.

Then you rub his dick, savouring the way the honey-like whimpers coming from his lips end up being swallowed by your cunt.

As drunk as he is, Yoongi knows better. He doesn’t hump your leg like a bitch in heat until he creams his pants. Instead, he sets a pace, slow and intense at the same time, focusing on the feeling of his tongue licking your labia rather than how pathetically he’s twitching against your shin.

“Fuck, Yoongi, who would’ve thought— that such a naughty boy could do so well.”

“And I can do far better,” he mumbles, kissing your inner thighs, “You just have to let me-fuck! Let me show you. Please, Y/N, please, I-I can be so good.”

You chuckle as your leg rubs against his crotch. “Make me come and we’ll see.”

Said and done. With one last stroke of his tongue, you feel the climax crawling up to your belly, exploding and taking you with it. You thrust up into Yoongi’s mouth to ride out your orgasm, and he’s pretty happy to feel your shivering thighs tangle around his head.

If only he had a reason to convince himself that it’s impossible. For you to love him. Maybe then it would be easier to get over it and move on.

But there’s a bug in his head that makes him overthink everything: from the way you look at him to the love he can feel under your fingers when you caress him. How does he know he’s not going crazy? How does he know that whatever he does, he’s not making a mistake?

Whether it’s losing the woman of his life or wasting the chance to be with someone who’s willing to spend theirs with him.

With that thought in his head and the image of your face blushing with orgasm; of your wet, agape lips as you catch your breath but that somehow manage to show a confident smirk; then Yoongi erratically humps your leg until he moans with a threaded voice and comes in his trousers.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, pressing short kisses against your inner thighs.

Suddenly, everything goes down—the sky, the blood in his veins, reality, the weight of what you have just done, the rest of the world. All of it comes down onto his shoulders.

“I need to…” Yoongi can’t really connect the words and just gets off you, heading to the room with little balance, “I have to wash up.”

During the painful three seconds you take to tears your eyes away from him, you can see the sneaky way he fixes his trousers, but you decide to think about it later and put your shorts back on. The feeling of the wet patch of fabric against you feels uncannily cold.

When you follow Yoongi back into the room, you want to wait for him to come out of the bathroom. You wanna talk this out, make things less awkward. He just cheated on his fiancée.

Yes, you decide to wait, but Yoongi doesn’t come back on time.

By the time he finally does, you’ve already fallen asleep on the bed, and he stares at you thinking how the bloody hell is he supposed to live now that he’s been this close to your body. Yoongi can still savour you onto his tongue, he can still picture the way your legs shivered around his head when he made you come, he can still feel your warm skin against his.

You. His best friend. That’s what he is—to you, at least. That’s everything he’ll ever be. This trip just made it clearer. This bloody trip made it worse. What a fucking good idea, Min Yoongi genius.

With that in mind, along with the creeping dizziness of drinking too much, Yoongi gets in bed, his body far away from your figure but his eyes incapable of looking away from you now that you can’t look at him with disgust.

When you wake up the next morning, you see that Yoongi’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone, showing you his back.

You want to play it cool, so you smile as if nothing happened. “Good morning.”

He turns around. “Morning,” he mutters back, trying to read you. However, your niceness and your bright smile make him frown, and he ends up pursing his lips. “I… My head hurts so fucking much. We shouldn’t have drunk two bottles of whisky last night.”

There are many things you two shouldn’t have done last night but, for some reason, you’re both happy and terribly devastated that he thinks guzzling three bottles of whisky was the worst one.

He doesn’t remember a thing.

“How about we get a shower and head to the restaurant? I’m starving,” you say.

It’s Saturday already and Yoongi still doesn’t know anything about what work he’s supposed to do there. “Sure. I’ll go first, if you don’t mind.”

You nod.

Even once you’re alone in the middle of the bed, you can still feel Yoongi’s ghostly warmth pressed on the blankets. You hate moments like this; when you think how great it’d be to cuddle him and pet his hair. Now, the feeling is worse, because you can’t erase the memory of his kitten-like lips eating you out.

The sudden sound of a phone takes you out of your painful thoughts and you reach out to see who is calling Yoongi. When you read ‘Kim Minhyuk work’ on the screen, you decide to pick up—it might finally be the assignment he has been waiting for all this time.

“Yoongi-ssi.” The caller doesn’t even let you talk. “I’m Kim Minhyuk, the project manager. I know you’re on holidays, and I hope you’re having as much fun as possible, but I need you to send me the demo from the last-”

It takes you a few seconds to process the new information, but as soon as you do, you have to force yourself to breathe in and out to contain the urge to throw the phone to the wall. “Yoongi isn’t here right now.”

“Oh, I see—can you tell him to send me the demo ASAP, then? I’m Kim Minhyuk,” repeats the man.

“Sure.”

The guy Minhyuk hangs up and you put Yoongi’s phone back from where you picked it up, but your mind is somewhere else. He is on holiday? It doesn’t make any sense, but at the same time, it puts all the pieces together.

“Y/N!” you hear from the bathroom, “I heard my ringtone. Did anyone call me?”

You don’t really know what to do right now. On one hand, you want to beat the shit out of Yoongi until he tells you what the hell is going on.

On the other hand, you can’t help feeling hurt that he lied to you.

“It was Kim Minhyuk, your project manager. He’s sorry that he’s had to call you during your holidays, but he wants you to send him some demo song. Also, he hopes you’re having fun at the beach.”

It takes him a few seconds to understand the situation, but Yoongi eventually does—and a deep blush takes over his ears and neck. “I can’t keep lying, can I?” he says with an embarrassed chuckle, “It’d be pointless.”

“Kinda,” you agree.

Your silence moves Yoongi into spilling his guts, although now the entirety of his face is flushed and reddened, and he’s fidgeting, butt sitting still on the hotel room bed.

“I need to ask you a question first.” It’s not until he sees you nodding that he speaks again. “Do you want me to get married?”

You stare at him in silence, again. What kind of question is that? Of course you don’t. But Yoongi reads your puzzled face and cringes at the idea of having ruined everything. For a moment, you’re glad he can’t remember anything of what happened last night.

As certainly as it is that it’ll remain in your head as your most cherished memory.

“Even after what happened yesterday?” he continues.

Oh. So Yoongi does know. He just has been getting along with your apparent amnesia. That makes you wonder what on earth does he actually think about it.

“I don’t,” you say.

Fair enough. What is life if you don’t live it with a little bit of courage?

“What?”

Chuckling, you repeat yourself. “I don’t want you to get married, Yoongi. I’ve never wanted you to. But what else can I do? You’re my best friend. I can’t just tell you, ‘hey, don’t marry her’. Don’t you agree?”

“Yeah, it makes sense.” Yoongi then nods with a smile that is crying on its own.

“It’d be selfish to put my feelings before yours.”

He holds your intense gaze, trying to figure out what that means—trying to figure out if that means what he thinks, what he hopes it means.

“We’ve been talking.” Yoongi’s voice breaks. “She asked me if I really wanted to get married and, well, I couldn’t keep lying to her anymore. She doesn’t deserve it. She… She deserves better, she deserves someone who’ll love her with all their might. Someone who can love her the way husbands should love their wives.”

“And you are not that someone?” you ask weakly.

Yoongi finally gathers enough courage to look up at you. “Not to her. I… I want to be that person to someone else, if she’ll let me… I’ve always been your best friend. Small, grumpy, anxious, introvert—totally not like you. How could I think that you-that you’d ever see me that way?”

He’s going full throttle now with his declaration of love, for better or worse. If it’s up to you, it’s for better, of course. So, you take pity on him and crawl across the bed towards him.

“I do see you that way. I always have, in fact.”

Just like he did yesterday, Yoongi cups your face and kisses you. Shyly at first, although you try to encourage him putting your hands over his to pull him towards you.

“You’ve been so dumb, lying to me like that,” you growl against his lips, “It really makes wanna be mean.”

“Be mean to me, please. I deserve it.”

You let out a groan of frustration and bite his bottom lip. “Fuck it, Yoongi, you can’t just say something like that and expect me not to go fucking berserk.”

“Then do it!” he cries, thrusting up into nothing. He’s already hard. “Go fucking berserk on me! As fucking berserk as you fucking want! Shit, Y/N, I’m gonna come all over myself without you even touching me and it’s going to be all your fault!”

“And you were crying me to punish you two seconds ago. Turn over.”

He obliges immediately, and you straddle his back, grabbing his chin to pull him towards your chest so he doesn’t even think that you’re going soft on him.

“You’re a fucking slut. A bit of spanking will do you good. What do you think? Hm?” But you stick two fingers in his mouth, and all he can say is a babbled ‘yes’ as drool leaks down his lips. “Can’t hear you, babydoll.”

Yoongi is sucking and licking your fingers wet, soaking almost. “Y-yes, yes, please!” he manages to say despite his tongue being rather unavailable.

This has all escalated so bloody quickly, but you can’t say you’re not enjoying it. After feeling him coming over your leg, you can’t just have enough of him and his whines, of the way he’s offering himself to your touch.

Once Yoongi’s finally silence again, you kiss him again. “So, since you remember what happened last night, let me tell you,” you whisper in his ear, fingers lingering on the back of his throat and making him gag. The goosebumps he’s getting right afterwards taste like honey. Your honey boy, always. “I haven’t forgotten how hard you came back then when you humped my leg as you ate me out.”

Yoongi doesn’t answer—he just lowers his head, embarrassed not only by your words but also by how much they’re turning him on.

“Take off your clothes.”

The man turns his head to look at you. “Fuck, yes. We’re-we’re doing this?” he then asks, stripping immediately.

Licking your lips, you decide to stare at his body instead of answering to whatever he’s told you. He has definitely gained some weight. He looks like a fucking meal and you haven’t had eaten yet—Yoongi’s gonna be your breakfast.

Once you have him back into his former position, you can now stare at the back, too. At his soft thighs, as his squishy ass, at the sneaky vision of his balls and his hard, dripping little cock.

You fix your eyes on his entrance. “You can’t come until I say so, you hear me?”

He nods eagerly, so you take a hold on his hips to keep him still and kiss his inner thighs, making him wince against your hot lips.

“Relax,” you coo.

Focusing back on his butt, you pool some spit on your tongue and keep it loose, teasingly licking his entrance up and down. Once you feel your tongue getting tired, you use it to poke in, but only let in the tip.

Yoongi chokes on his groan. “Shit! Please, don’t-don’t tease.”

You decide to use your lips instead since he’s feeling so demanding today. You’ll get back at him for it later.

It isn’t until you begin to kiss his ass that Yoongi goes feral. Letting out a breathy moan—that sounds dangerously similar to a desperate, whiny whimper—he grabs the blankets with his fists and thrusts back into your mouth.

The way your nails softly scratch over his ass cheeks is a warning, one he gets immediately.

“Ready for more, babydoll?” you ask.

He nods. “Yes! I’m so close! Y/N, so close, I-I need to come, please.”

Your index finger strokes the flushed rim and, once you are sure that it is sufficiently dilated, you slowly insert it. Yoongi seems to be okay with the intrusion, so you pump it a few times to see his reaction, which is, honestly, delightful.

“That’s-” he moans. Then you bend your finger downward and rub your pad against his walls. “That’s my-shit! Yes, please, I’m gonna cum, please! Don’t stop!”

You pull your digit out of his entrance, ripping a complaint out of his lips. “Lie on your back.”

Once Yoongi obliges, you take a look at him, at how he’s splaying all over the blankets, limbs shivering and eyes glowing. The little sweat he’s exuding is concentrated under his chin, so you bend down to wipe it away and deliberately tilt up his head so he doesn’t look at anywhere else but you.

“Do you like it, baby? You like my fingers fucking your pretty little hole?”

“Fuck, fuck! Not gonna last, Y/N, not-not gonna last,” he grunts against your neck, “Please, please, cum on my cock, I don’t wanna last two pumps.” Yoongi doesn’t even know what he’s begging for anymore.

“We don’t have condoms,” you remind him.

“Yes, I know, fuck—then let me make you come first,” says Yoongi, already on the brink of his climax. He won’t last long enough for you to bring yourself to orgasm with your fingers. “Please, I can hold it, p-please. Last night I couldn’t do it as well as I could’ve.”

“Okay.”

You give in to his pleas and let him fight the urge to grind against the blankets and finish up himself. The way his dick twitch, resisting the orgasm, makes your mouth water.

“Sit on my face,” begs Yoongi.

Actually, you have a better idea. You might sprain your wrist, though, but it’s worth the try anyways.

Before raising your hips, you turn around, showing him your back. Yoongi’s not stupid, and he gets the idea immediately, helping you sit on his face as you lick your fingers to moisture them so they’re ready to get back to work.

“Shit, Y/N, this is so hot,” he mumbles, nuzzling your wet core.

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to dive in and kiss your core, as or more eagerly than last time. Although you need a few seconds to get used to it and not push your hips against his face until you drown him, you come back to yourself, biting your lip, and insert your finger back into him.

“Yes, Yoongi, you’re doing so well,” you moan right before kissing his inner thighs. You can feel him tensing as your lips travel to his hole. “I’m gonna fuck your ass so well, baby.”

Instead of answering, he just gives your clit a more intense suck, lapping it with his tongue.

Your hand practically ravishes his entrance, going in and out, rubbing his prostate as his hips adapt to your pace so he can get the best out of it, whimpering and begging for you to let him come.

Slowly, the knot inside you begins to unravel. The softness of his lips kissing your labia and sucking on your clit is mesmerising. You sink your nails onto the skin of his thighs, making him groan and fasten his ministrations.

“Baby, I’m going to come, keep going,” you say, thrusting down onto his face.

You do before he says anything, and it’s probably one of the best orgasms of your life. Probably has something to do that it is Yoongi who’s behind it. Who knows. But you moan his name anyways, riding out your climax against his tongue.

Once you can think somewhat straight again, you notice his dick twitching and his balls hardening. He’s close, too.

When you take his dick between the fingers of your free hand, putting your weight on your elbows and pumping slowly, Yoongi finally loses it. “Yes! Yes, yes! I’m coming, please, kiss it, kiss it, Y/N, so-so good! Please, please!” he moans against your core, completely tense and strained.

It’s just a lick, a short stroke of your tongue onto his tip but, added to all the teasing and edging, it’s enough to make him shot his load, staining your hand.

He begins to come down from his high. “You did so well, babydoll.”

Yoongi can barely help you get off him, but he tries anyways, and you end up getting out of the bed so you can go to the bathroom and get yourselves some tissues. Your cum-stained hand isn’t going to clean itself.

“I know this is… I know this isn’t really the time to ask this but—what are we?” he asks as you clean his belly.

“I don’t know.” With a sigh, you throw away the dirty tissue. “You’re still engaged, Yoongi. I think you should talk to your fiancée first. Before talking about anything with me. You’ll have to explain the situation to her so you don’t hurt her.”

Yoongi chuckles. “She knows. I told her—about my feelings for you. We met the day she found me crying in the restroom of our school after you posted a picture with your new boyfriend.”

You raise your eyebrows, stunned and hurt that you were so fucking blind, but your grimace quickly vanishes when you feel him hugging your waist. Cuddles, he demands with his eyes, as always. And you oblige, as always.

Everything’s silent, pleasantly so. You can hear the ocean waves.

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You and Me...

Chapter 22

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non con, male!rape, injury, violence, discription of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self harm, panick attackes, implied female non con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chatper Warnings*** TRIGGER WARNING!!! VIVID DESCRIPTION OR NIGHTMARE, Rape, discritiption of the begginging of rape? I guess that would be a good way to say it. Unconsented touching, oral, and implied anal fingering, (again all dream induced, but may be triggering for some!) Description of being sick, (vomiting), language, angst, some fluff, I think that’s everything. I don’t want to give too much away!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1450

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine!, Please do not copy my work!! Feedback is gold! I hope you enjoy this one! (Nightmare is in bold print.)

Summery: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter you course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getthing through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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Jensen's POV:

"You sure are pretty." The slimmy voice graveled in Jensen's ear, making his skin crawl.

"We're going to have a lot of fun with you." He said, and three other voices chuckle around him.

Jensen tries to move his legs, and arms around him, but he couldn't. As his foggy vision cleared there were three things that came to the forefront of his focus.

His head was throbbing as if it had its own pulse.

He was chained to a bed again.

And he was completely naked.

He felt a rough calloused hand side up his inner thigh slowly as the large man circled the bed. Moving closer and closer to his manhood. He started to scream as loud as he could, praying someone would hear him.

Thrashing his body as hard as he could against his restraints. Doing his best to close his legs as the man's hand moved closer and closer to its goal.

He gagged, and started to vomit as a warm mouth of another man came around his cock, and the man who had his hand on his thigh inserted two fingers harshly into his rectum.

Nausea is what pulled Jensen from the nightmare. In a way he was thankful, but in a way he wished his stomach would stop trying to expel everything that had touched it that day.

He sat up on the side of the quickly and quietly as he could as to not wake up y/n. Staggering towards the bathroom, and closing the door, barely making it to the toilet before he wasn't able to hold back any longer.

Hitting his knees on the cold tile floor. Violently sick.

He heaved against his stomach. Trying everything he knows to do to stop the violent attack on him caused by the dream. That's when he heard the door open behind him and felt y/n's hands on his back. Rubbing it soothingly. He leaned back carefully. Still not trusting his own stomach. Laying his head on your lap as you sit on the tub next to him.

"You okay there handsome?" You asked, reaching over in the small bathroom and grabbing a washcloth. Running it under some cold water, and rubbing it against his forehead and neck.

"Yeah, I'll live." He says, still shaking a little, and fighting against the memories that were just below the surface.

"Another nightmare?" You finally asked after he stopped shaking.

"Yeah." Was all Jensen could answer. His stomach was still rolling, and he didn’t trust himself to get up from the floor just yet.

"Wanna talk about it?" You ask, checking him over again.

"No, it's not worth talking about. I said, I wanted to get away from all that shit. I hadn't had a nightmare in days. Much less woke up sick like this in months. Why now? We were supposed to be having a good time." He said, standing slowly to his feet. Holding onto the wall for support as he made his way towards the bed again.

"Baby, you can't run from things like this, and we are having a good time.” You tell him wrapping your arms around him as you both settle down into the bed. His head on your shoulders os that you could card your fingers through his hair. Helping the tenseness of his shoulders to ebb away slowly.

“You're doing so good Jensen, you're so strong, you're doing better than any of us expect you to do, and one bad night is nothing to be ashamed of or upset about. Let’s get you back to sleep, and in the morning you will feel a lot better.”

Your POV:

The light shone brightly through the window the next morning. You sat up quickly, checking Jensen to make sure he was still sleeping peacefully, which he was.

He had scared you last night. He'd done good for days. That must have been a pretty vivid nightmare, he hadn't woken up sick like that in a long time.

The rest of the night seemed to go peacefully once you'd gotten him back to sleep, and you hoped that was the last of the nightmares on this trip for him. He was so upset about it, and you wanted him to enjoy himself, not worry about nightmares.

Today the two of you would make the next leg of your journey together.

Sliding out of the bed, you pack your things as much as possible, and as silently as possible in hopes of getting on the road quickly.

He had been doing so well. You didn’t want him to relapse because of the stress the return of Supernatural was causing him. You refused to lose your Jensen to memories of what those sick fucks had done to him, and you were determined to do whatever you could to help him get through this and get his life back on track.

Several hours later you were back on the road after Jensen had takens some pretty awesome looking pictures of some of the old famous ruins, and old western style scenery. He was in his seventh heaven. That smile that you loved so much back on his face as the road stretched out in front of the two of you.

Almost as if the nightmare last night hadn’t occurred, and that much you were thankful for, and were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Just because he was acting better doesn’t mean that the problem has gone away, because you knew that it had not, but he couldn’t let it define him. That was what you were most concerned about. So far he seemed to be handling it all well, or at least better than he was.

Later that day another park lunch, and more getting to know each other. You loved to hear the stories about him and his siblings, his family. The things he liked, and was interested in. The things he dreamed about doing. He seemed just as interested in yours.

After about a 10 hour drive you two pulled up in Salt Lake City, Utah. Jensen had rented another bed and breakfast. This one was called the Inn On The Hill. An absolutely gorgeous, almost Victorian style bed and breakfast. Honestly one of your favorite errors that you'd written and read more than one book about.

After getting settled into the room for the night Jensen came bouncing back into the room.

"Get dressed babe, I made us reservations at the Roof restaurant." He said, planting little kisses everywhere he could reach, crawling his large frame over yours that was stretched out on the bed.

"Okay! Okay!" You tell him, trying to squirm away from him playfully. Shoving at his large shoulders.

“You're insatiable!” You tell him as he rolls off of you. Going to grab his watch and wallet he’d taken off when he’d taken a shower a few moments ago.

“Yes, I am, and you love every fucking minute of it sweetheart.” He said, coming to cage you to the bed again. “Now quite being a little brat, and get that pretty ass dressed, I’m hungry.”

You stick your tongue out at him dramatically, and fold your arms over your chest. Ignoring your own growling stomach in order to annoy him further.

You loved it when Jensen was this playful, and it didn’t happen often so you were determined to take as much advantage of it as possible.

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The restaurant was beautiful.

You'd never really been to anything this nice before.

The waitress brought Jensen and yourself into a back room, brought out a wine list that Jensen had quickly chosen from. Reaching across the table grabbing your hand in his.

"What do you think?" He asked, gesturing around him at the fancy restaurant.

"It's gorgeous! I love it!" You tell him, earning a proud smile from him.

"When you travel a lot you find these little gems like this." He said, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand gently. “This one is one of my favorites.”

The waitress returned, and you both ordered your food. Which was brought back to you surprisingly quickly.

The two of you ate your dinner in a comfortable silence.

You did notice that Jensen kept nervously glancing around him, and you hoped that it wasn't his anxiety attacks coming back after the nightmare last night.

This is the most he’d been out in public away from the comfort of his hometown. Sure there were fans in his hometown that wanted pictures, and things when he was out in public, but a lot of them he’d been around so much at convintentions and things he even knew some of them by name.

You were also in a private room. So fans weren’t a problem.

"Baby, I got something I need to tell you." He said, looking across the table at you after making sure that the room was completely empty of waitresses.

"Okay..."

You look him over carefully. This wasn't the first time Jensen had started a sentence this way, so you had learned not to overreact, but after last night, you were a little nervous.

What he did next, you didn’t expect at all. Not in a million years.

Sliding his own chair back he got up, and walked over next to you.

Then proceeded to get down on one knee, grabbing your hands in his he looked you directly into the eye. Your heart started to pound harder and harder with each passing second as he tried to take a deep breath to collect his thoughts.

"You know, since the moment we met, I was falling in love with you, I was just too big of a damn coward to admit it. I haven't done right by you at all. I definitely don't deserve you. You sat by me in a hospital, cleaning me up every time I would get sick. Holding my hand. Sitting up with me through nightmares. I was weak. I wasn't half the man I should have been. I was a coward in a lot more ways than I could even begin to try to find excusable. The night I disrespected you that way.... You should have left me. I didn't deserve you to stay. Really I probably deserved to die that night like the piece of shit I was. Still you came back to me. I learned something that night.”

Jensen took an unsteady breath, his eyes tearing up as much as your own before he continued.

“Baby, that's that I can't live without you. I love you. I always have, I've just been to dumb to see it. You're my everything. You always have been. I want to give you everything you deserve, and more. I want to spend the rest of my life making up to you everything I've ever done wrong by."

Slipping his hand in the inside pocket of his suit coat he pulled out a little black box. Lifting the lid slowly, revealing the most beautiful engagement ring that you'd ever seen.

Your jaw hit the floor as tears flowed freely down your face.

"Y/n, I love you more than my own life. I want to spend the rest of our lives showing you that. Will you do me an honor that I don't really deserve, and be my wife?"

You sat there for a moment slack jawed In complete and utter shock.

Of all the things you expected to come out of his mouth that wasn't one of them.

He shifted nervously, taking a nervous breath, piercing green eyes searching your own.

He was about to stand up. He looked defeated down at his knee. One big tear sliding down his perfect face, and making a little round spot on his black slacks.

He thought for just a moment he messed up. Now he was about to lose you for real. He'd moved too fast, he'd scared you off.

Reaching down, putting your hand on the side of his face, making him look up at you. Those beautiful candy apple green eyes that you loved so much full of so much emotion. He took a deep breath, and was about to say something, but you cut him off with your answer.

"Yes."

In a moment his lips found yours. His arms pulling you close to him. He was kissing every free spot that he could find. When he was done he slipped the ring onto your finger.

It felt at home there.

"I love you so much, Jensen." You tell him as you both get back into the car to head back to the bed and breakfast.

"I love you to y/n." He says, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Both of you just sitting there for a moment before he started the car to take you back to your room for the night.

Tonight felt like the first night of the rest of your lives.

Hopefully this was the beginning of better things for you both.

You couldn't believe that this man was really yours. That you would be so lucky to have him want to be with you.

He thought he didn't deserve you, but really it was you who felt like you didn't deserve him. He was more than you ever could have dreamed off. Scars and all. Because sometimes whether we believe it or not, it's the scars that make us beautiful in the first place.

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Embers - Male dragon shifter x reader, Chapter Six (light nsfw)

Hi folks! Here’s Chapter Six for you of our ongoing series. It starts with a couple of nsfw paragraphs, so if that’s not your thing, start reading below the wider paragraph break. Hope you like this one! As with most of the others, it’s still longer than my aimed-for 800-1000 words, at 1404, but I don’t mind because this one was cheekily fun. Our poor reader is struggling a bit in this chapter!!

Enough waffle! I hope you enjoy! Don’t forget to let me know how you think it’s going so far - I always love to hear your feedback :).

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Thoughts and images of Mikaeïl flashed through your body as your chest heaved and heat coiled as you tipped closer to the edge. The memory of his cool skin beneath your lips was what sent you over the edge, body shaking, gasping for air as you came harder than you’d come in a long time, just from thinking of him.

“Oh gods,” you scolded yourself in a hoarse whisper, staring at the ceiling. “Now how am I going to be able to look him in the eye this afternoon…?”

In fact, it was marginally easier than you’d imagined because as you entered the house with Celia and found yourself greeted warmly by Frankie, you heard female laughter from the direction of the kitchen, and shortly afterwards came Mikaeïl’s gruff baritone.

You did your best to smile encouragingly at Celia as she trotted eagerly after the satyr, already babbling about how she’d practised the tricky bits and could now play a C-major scale and do the arpeggio. His praise was muted from your ears as he closed the door, and you steeled yourself and headed for the kitchen.

Of course Mikaeïl had a partner already. How could someone as gorgeous and articulate and intelligent as him not have a partner?

Knocking lightly on the door, you stepped inside, and drew up short when you saw the figure with him. She was stunningly beautiful, with long, purple hair, the colour of crushed blackberries, that fell in waves down her back, and brilliant green eyes. She had a crisp white shirt on that was tucked in at the waist into a pair of pressed navy slacks that made her legs look frankly… fantastic. Suddenly, amid the mulberry waves of her hair, you saw two dark horns, smaller, less obvious, and more delicate than Mikaeïl’s, curling gently towards the back of her head. She was standing with one perfectly manicured hand on Mikaeïl’s upper arm, the laughter still dancing in her eyes as she turned to face you curiously as you entered.

“Hi,” you said, glancing awkwardly from one to the other of them. A second later you began to babble very quickly, “Uh… I brought the design for you to look over. I had it printed to the size you wanted, so I can just leave it here,” and with that you shoved the clear plastic folder onto the counter top and, as if you had no more courage than a field mouse, turned and left the room.

The quiet murmur of voices resumed as the door closed behind you, and after a short scuttle down the corridor, you stood in the entrance hall for a moment. You were certain that the beating of your heart was echoing around the drum-like space. Knowing you’d panicked like a bloody teenager at the sight of him with someone else, you took a deep breath and opened the front door feeling sheepish and foolish, and a little hurt. The chill autumn air hit your lungs as you took another deep breath, and you headed over to your rusty old car, deciding that you’d rather just sit in there like a dumb idiot than go back into the kitchen now.

Perhaps four or five minutes later, the front door opened and the woman stepped out into the sunlight first, her hair gleaming and tumbling down her back as she turned to hug Mikaeïl with what was clearly intimate familiarity. She kissed his cheek, laughed affectionately at something he muttered into her ear, and then turned to go, striding away across the gravel towards the long drive that would eventually lead to the road. You were surprised that someone as well-dressed as her was walking, but it was a beautiful day, and anyway you didn’t have much time to dwell on it because Mikaeïl was approaching your car, a curious look in his golden eyes.

You knew you couldn’t be a petulant child and hide in the car, refusing to come out, you pulled on a smile and stepped out. “Didn’t want to intrude,” you blurted before he could even open his mouth.

“It’s alright,” he said. “But you really didn’t have to go. Caerelia would have liked to have met you…”

“Oh. Sorry,” you said, heat flushing your cheeks despite your best efforts.

He chuckled warmly and, as he turned back towards the house, said, “You want to come inside now? I loved the design, by the way. We both did.”

“Right.”

He scowled, pausing and half turning back to you, and then you watched the penny drop through his brain. “Oh!” he said, and then began to laugh softly again, amusement brightening his eyes still further. “I… I feel I should perhaps have mentioned earlier that Caerelia is my older sister…?”

His sister.

Idiot.

You snorted and said, “Well, I mean, she’s pretty… You can’t blame me for assuming the two of you weren’t family…”

It was Mikaeïl’s turn to blush, the colour warming his cheeks, and he shook his head slightly. His true-red hair was piled atop his head in a delightfully scruffy bun, with sections falling loose at the back, looking almost like little flames, dancing as he moved. “I’m flattered,” he said. “And…” he stared intently at you and added, “Not just for that compliment, I think. Come, let’s go inside.”

Your throat had turned dry at the look he’d given you, and that he’d registered your obvious and rather childish jealousy, and you swallowed thickly before speaking. “Sure.”

Suddenly as you approached the threshold, his hand was at the small of your back, guiding you quietly inside before him, and your knees nearly gave out at the touch. He was gentle but firm, and it brought back all your fantasies of that morning with embarrassing clarity.

“Something hot?” he asked, and you nearly tripped over the doormat.

“What?”

“To drink,” he clarified, and you practically burst out laughing. “Or something cold. I have options for both.”

You shook your head, trying to scrape together the fragments of your disintegrating composure, and said, “Uh… let’s sample another one from your hoard of teas?”

“Wonderful,” he purred from right behind you and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle as his breath fanned across your skin.

The mock-up of the poster was sitting on the kitchen counter when you entered, but you ignored it and went straight to the conservatory to be among his plants and to calm the heck down. You weren’t normally this flappable, but there was something about him that just snuck under your armour and control and turned your brain to utter nonsense. You licked your lips and took a deep breath, hugging your arms across your chest as you heard his footsteps approaching on the hard tiles of the kitchen floor. Calmer, you turned around to watch him draw near.

He was so ethereally beautiful, and the autumn sunlight flooding in through the glass set the natural highlights his hair gleaming like burnished copper and his eyes glittering. He smiled, those attractive lips curling warmly, and he came to a halt at a distance that was a mite closer to you than was normal for two people just discussing business.

You had to tip your head back a bit to meet his gaze, and you smiled. “What?”

“I wanted to ask you something,” he said in a quiet voice that set your pulse racing, though you thought you hid it a bit better this time.

“Oh?”

“Mmm. You must know the date of this ridiculous dinner event by now, seeing as you’ve put it on your spectacular poster… I was wondering if you might consider coming with me as my guest?”

“You… You want…?” your brain shorted out and you kicked it back into life with considerable effort. “You mean… as a date, or…?”

“Yes,” he said. “As a date. But only if that’s something you’d like…”

Finally managing something a little better than an embarrassed blush, you smiled coyly and said, “Didn’t my little parting gift last time we met tell you that?”

Somewhere behind him, the kettle clicked off, and with a smile that bordered on a very draconic smirk, Mikaeïl said, “I thought as much. That is why I asked.”

And he stalked back across the room, leaving you staring at his very beautiful back and biting your lip with anticipation.

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barcaavengers · 4 years

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Irreversible || Newt Imagine || Part 1

Note: And here I am with another Newt imagine cause I can. Switched the events a bit so it could make sense as to why there are two females in Maze A. This one is basically a background kind of thing and next part should be fluffy and angsty. (: Dashner teasing with another book with Newt had me thinking so while he decides to throw me a bone on what we should expect, here is me trying to fix things or making them worse. Anyway, enjoy protective, boyfriend-to-be Newt in the Scorch and next part will take place in the Death Cure events. As always, don’t forget to provide some feedback and ideas! I promise second part will be best. Just thought TST had some moments I could insert protective, loving Newt.

It felt like you won't stop running any time soon. You were a runner, and you loved the feeling. The wind going through your hair and face, the feeling of freedom even if you had spent what you could remember of your life stuck in a Maze. It did it for you. Now in these cases, it was a completely different story. You could tell it hasn't been a full day since you have gotten out of the Maze, into the new compound and now Thomas had the whole group running for their lives after finding out that the compound belonged to Wicked. You didn’t really escape. Now you were out in the desert at night, getting inside a building had Teresa found open and which you thought ten times before going in as you didn't trust her. Minho was the second one to hesitate, but what other option did you have? Wicked was on your trail and if what Thomas said was true, you didn't want to go back in there. You didn’t want to be another subject.

"What's the plan?" Newt asked and Thomas proceeded to mention he didn't have one. Yet when Newt started to point out they had run away following him in hopes he had a plan, Aris mentioned something and Thomas put a name to it. The Right Arm.

"People? In the mountains? Mountain people?" Newt asks almost in disbelief.

"We don't even know how far these mountains are. If Wicked with all their helicopters lost them, we don’t stand a chance on foot unless we come up with a plan fast" you point out. You tried not to sound harsh since he did help you run from Wicked once more but sometimes Thomas did questionable things...

Everyone was silent for a moment, knowing deep down that there was no other way. This would have to do for now until something else came up, or at least while the sun came up because walking at night with those things out there and not knowing where you would all be heading would only worsen things.

"Get what you need, we meet back here in five" Thomas says and you nod your head.

"Come on" Newt signals with his head and you follow, so does Frypan, Aris and Teresa stick along in a distance while Minho and Thomas split from the group.

The group continues to light up the corners in search of anything. It was quiet...too quiet, and it was getting chilly so you grabbed the first jacket you could find, then found a set of clothes that would do for now. In any other case, you’d probably think it twice before putting on some random person’s clothe one, but not now. Not when it was getting cold and you didn’t know what it would be like out there tomorrow. "I will go change" you say to Newt and he nods quietly and watches you distant from him. You take your pants off first, stumbling a bit as you did.

"Careful there" you hear his accent and jump.

"Shit, Newt!" You squeak and he smiles.

"Sorry" he says and gets closer to you. "Habit" he teases with a shrug, meaning the times he'd sneak into your hut at night when you have just finished taking a shower close to the river. Newt would sneak in and hug you from behind, or plain scare you which he loved to do.

"I can see that" you tease. "Try not to be so obvious" you shim into your new pants. You look over his shoulder and notice Frypan prying so you turn around to take your shirt off. It isn’t like the guys haven’t seen you without much clothing before, you knew they have. Your hut being by the river meant going into it at night randomly and you knew they’d be on the lookout. You couldn’t blame them, you were the only girl for a while and boys were boys. It wasn’t like you didn’t eye some of them when the chance was given. They were your friends anyway, and Newt…well, whatever weird relationship you had. You two weren't public, but neither were you private. It isn’t complicated, but it doesn’t have a title either. Everyone knew you two had something going on but never called yourselves girlfriend or boyfriend. After everything that you have been through, there wasn't much time to place labels in the relationship even if you had time to act like one.

"I am" he says and you can feel his gaze on the scar the Griever had left on your shoulder the time you had run in to find him when he had gone alone into the Maze. For him it was probably a reminder of what he had done and consequently of almost getting you killed. For you it was a reminder that you had risked your life for him and would do it again without question.

"Don't" you say knowing he was silently blaming himself, a shiver runs down your spine as he places his cold fingertips against the skin. You eye him over your shoulder and he frowns, "Newt…" you whisper to him and he turns you around. "Shouldn't you be changing or looking for clothes?"

"In a minute" he says and pulls you close to him and pecks your lips. "You know I won't let anything happen to-"

"Hey. We will be okay… As long as Thomas comes up with a plan, or we do" you say with a smirk and he chuckles. You run your hand through his hair and kiss him. It has been a while since you have felt his lips on yours and with all this madness it certainly was a small break from it all. He pulls away and looks over his shoulder before making you walk backwards against a corner and he resumes kissing you. His lips move slow and you sigh happily into him, his hands holding you close to him before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. "We will be okay…"

"You two lovebirds done?" Frypan's voice echoes and your eyes widen.

"Yeah!" Newt says and you glare at him before pulling down your shirt over your head.

"Hurry" you say to him and take the flashlight from him as he changes. You smile to yourself as you take in his body. Newt was skinny alright but he had quite the arms and body. Helping in the garden did pay off and you felt lucky to sleep in those arms most nights...

"Enjoying the view, love?" He teases as he pulls a brown jacket on. For some reason the way he was dressed made him look so…

"Shut up, shank. Let's go" you shove him and he chuckles, taking a bag he had found and shoving some extra clothes. The lights start turning on and you hear a screech. "That can't be good" you stay still as you try to catch where the sound came from, so did Newt. "Let's get close to the others, yeah?" You say and he nods his head, reaching for your hand and leading you to the others.

"Run! Move!" Thomas shouts and you eye him as he and Minho run towards you.

"What the hell?" Frypan voices before everyone's eyes widened, noticing the Cranks running after them.

"Let's go!" You shout and all of you start running as fast as you could. You dodged cranks that would run into the windows and fall off the sides, you had your gun still with you and it was secure in your hand. You kept an eye on Newt as he ran, making sure he was ahead of you at all times. That way you'd keep him safe from the Cranks. p>

The group is running nonstop through what looked like a mall maybe. How did you know? No idea. It just gave you the vibes and with the electric escalators it confirmed it somewhat. Yet you could barely see a thing as all flashlights were being held randomly as you all ran. You stumbled as the group continued to run. "Guys!"

A Crank had fallen on top of Newt and you were quick to shoot the Crank who even after being hit tried to hurry to Newt. You ran towards it and kicked it, sending it flying against a window and down the floors.

"You okay?" Thomas asked Newt after helping him up as they continued to hurry.

"Yeah. Thanks, Tommy" he says and nods at you before running.

"It's a dead end!" Teresa shouts.

"Over here!" You pull the door open to show some stairs, you look back and notice the Cranks closing in on you and everyone went back and inside, closing the door, yet a hand reached and clawed at Winston as he fell, you managed to shoot the hand, the owner of it screeching unbelievably loud as it echoed.

You came down the stairs and hid under what looked like to be a wall in the darkness, the screams were heard further and you hoped you lost them. "Everyone okay?" You ask and everyone nods as they try to regain your breath, so were you. "Winston?" You turn your head to him.

"I'm fine" he says and your head nods. The boys take a piece of a shirt to place it around his wound.

"We should stay here for the night" you say. "I'll keep watch."

"I'm in" Newt voices and you frown.

"You need to rest" you two exchange a look and he nods his head signaling for you to get close. You push the bag off your back and place it besides him, sitting with your back against it and leaning into him, snuggling close, his arms securing you.

The sun was starting to come up, heating the ground you had all fallen asleep in, even yourself. You probably lasted an hour or two before falling asleep, but you tried to keep it light in case you heard anything. In other words, you slept but didn't rest so well. "Come on, everyone" you yawn as you pull away from Newt's embrace to stand up. You stretched your legs and arms before turning to the group. Everyone gathers their belongings before continuing.

"What the hell happened to this place?" Frypan asks as you all resume your walk.

"It looks...burned up" you say as you look around.

The heat was starting to burn your face, so you wrap a scarf around your head and it probably wasn't that much of a good idea as it was hot as well making you sweat. Add to it that it seemed to be a desert storm around you and the wind barely left any visibility with all the sand. After climbing on top of a mountain of sand though, you finally saw the mountains, yet they looked days away on foot. "We are almost there" Thomas says and then Winston is falling down.

"Winston!" You shout as you run to his side. "Are you okay?"

He was too weak to speak, only coughing. "Come on, buddy" Thomas says and the boys pick him up.

"We can hide under that bridge" you say, grabbing the bags of the boys to help them as they carried Winston. Once at the bridge, they settled him down. You found the bridge to be some good shelter for a couple of hours. The wind was strong and would only complicate things, and Winston needed to rest, all of you did after those walks.

"Be like Y/N, she is keeping it together" Frypan jokes as he spoke with Aris and you scoff as you sit besides the guys, Teresa and Thomas being away from the group.

"Yeah, right. I barely slept and this heat is killing me" you toss your scarf on the floor with a frown.

"I told you I could keep watch too" Newt steps in, and he even sounded concern that you hadn’t gotten much sleep.

"Oh we know the watch you two would do. Going somewhere private and-" Minho starts doing kissing noises, so you pick up your scarf and toss it as his face.

"Shut up" you pretend to be serious yet you can't as Minho laughs.

"It is true. Back at that place I thought we would have to move away in case we interrupted."

"Frypan, were you watching me change clothes?" You tease playfully.

"Yeah, Fry. Were you watching her?" Newt steps in, hands on his hip, him though, did not sound playful as you.

"Oh come on, Newt. You watched her change. Besides, it's not like we haven't seen her back at the Glade coming out of the-" You wince at that. You look at Newt and he was dead serious.

"Go on" his accent coming through. "Finish" he takes a step closer and Minho just laughs, earning a glare from the blonde.

"I mean- I know you and her-“ Fry seems to be looking for the right words, but they can’t find him.

Newt's body doesn't relax so you stand up and take his hand, your lips part to say something when a gun goes off besides you, you jump and your heart skips a beat from the sound. Winston.

"Wow. Wow. Hey!" You turn and rush to Winston. Newt is quick to call Thomas and everyone rushes to take the gun away from the injured boy.

"What happened?" Thomas asked as he got closer.

"I don't know, he just woke up and grabbed the gun and-" Fry trailed off.

"Hey, Winston" you kneel down on his left side.

"It's growing inside me…" he lifts up his shirt. It looked so bad in so little time. Black blood, black veins, he looked paler… "I'm not gonna make it…" and deep down you knew it, but there was that one part of you who didn't want to let go. He was part of the family.

"Winston…" you breathe out as you feel a knot on your throat.

"Please…" he reaches for the gun in Newt's hand and your eyes close for an instant. "Don't let me turn into one of them…" The blonde crouches beside him and hands Winston the gun.

"Thank you…" Winston says weakly.

"Goodbye, Winston…" a sob shakes through you as you stand up, Frypan places a comforting hand on your shoulder and you lean against him.

"Go…" Winston says and smiles weakly at you, a tear rolling down his cheek and you are quick to look away and gather your things.

The group walks silently away, and you chew on your lips nervously. Then the gunshot echoes through the open area and the air gets caught on your throat and you forget to breathe. You stop on your tracks and lose your balance for a moment, eyes shutting tight. Yet another Glader you were unable to help. You didn’t want more of this. You wanted it to be over.

At last you have all reached a building in the desert, where you had hid after Minho got struck by lightning. Cranks were chained everywhere and a girl had come down referring to them as the guard dogs. After that you found the girl's name to be Brenda, who took you to a man, Jorge, you had the feeling he would sell you all back to Wicked. Yet he had not, and even though he had you all dangling from ropes with your heads down, he said he would help. After that it was a blur, you had gone down a zipline to escape from the Wicked guards and Janson and in the process Thomas and Brenda had gotten lost. Jorge though, insisted to keep moving knowing Brenda knew where to meet them and they should wait there.

Upon arriving at a place asking for Marcus, you had to drink a strange looking liquid to get in, you feel like you had drunk more than the others for being the first one. No sign of this Marcus. The place was awfully crowded and Minho stood behind you, Newt upfront, Frypan covering for Teresa. The music is going through your body and you start to sway and smile. If this is where you will be waiting for Thomas and Brenda, might as well enjoy some music, right? It wasn’t long until things started to get confusing. The familiar metallic grinding together echoed and you stood still. You recognized it too well, it was a griever, but you couldn't spot it through the crowd. Why would a Griever be in this crowd? You spin quickly as you hear it again, yet no sign. You spin to the other side and the screech gets louder before it's just too much and you scream, holding your hand to your ears. It's metallic sound echoing through your ears and you shake your head.

"They are not real. They are not real." You repeat in whispers. A hand is offered to you and when you look up, you shake your head. "No. No. No!" Newt was offering his hand to you, black veins covered his once pale face, black goo coming from his mouth offering a sinister smile. You pull away and someone lifts you up, turning you around and there was Winston and Alby, looking like Cranks. Then the piercing screech of the Griever echoed again now with the sound of the walls from the Glade. "Stop! Make it stop!!!!" You scream as tears stream down your cheeks.

"Y/N! Love!" Newt called out as he shakes you and your eyes go wide open. You were no longer in the crowd, but in an open room with chairs and couches. Your breath was heavy from all the screaming. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Don't make her think of it." Minho says quickly and you notice you were on the floor, your back to his front. "Easy. Just relax." Minho runs a hand through your hair.

"I just need to get some air" you say before standing up seconds after, Newt helping you out before you walked out to what you guessed was behind the club. You took the chance to look around in hopes of spotting Thomas and Brenda, but no luck. You were starting to get worried. It had been a long walk from the place you have seen them last, how could they make it if it was just them all alone in this place?

"You okay, love?" Newt asks as he walks to you, you smile and turn around.

"Yeah. It's just…What I saw...it was too much" you shake your head.

"You don’t have to remember it" he comforts in a soft voice and you smile up at him. He was so understanding you just wanted to get up and hug him.

"I think… I haven't gotten over it…" you voice and he nods his head, he knew what you referred to. You two sit against a wall that threw a shade just enough to hide from the scorching sun. "I'm glad I can remember most of those things, I guess...In a way. I wonder sometimes if they erased part of those memories, put in new ones...Some things seemed that they happened differently, you know?"

”If you ever have any doubts, I can help with that,” he says. “I remember most things” he sounds proud of himself.

”I know” you give him a small shove with your shoulder as you smile. “Its just...The things that happened after, and the memories that came back from being stung, what happened after they brought me back to the Maze...Some things just don’t make much sense.”

”Well...can’t help much with those,” he admits. You had spent a year or so in the Maze. Your memories came to you quite frequently. You didn’t voice it, but it would be a really bad headache every time they came in. “All I know is that I remember seeing you again and I just wanted to go on and-”

"They are here" Minho interrupts and in perfect sync, Newt and you turn to Minho with a glare. "Sorry" he grins before walking away.

Jorge finds Marcus and beats him up, gets a car enough for all of you to fit to get to the Right Arm and once there, you could see everyone feeling at ease. Thomas was in a tent with Brenda and a doctor after he saved her from the crank bite. Everyone was doing their own thing and you watched them from the rocks on top of a small mountain by yourself. You smiled at the scene. Everyone seemed happy, away from Wicked, no worries for now. You could all be happy now as soon as Vince took you to the Safe Haven he had mentioned. It sounded like paradise, and you couldn't be happier.

"Penny for your thoughts" Newt teases as he places a jacket around your shoulders. "Brought ya' some gloves" he sits beside you and you scoot closer to lean against him. "You okay, love?"

"I think I've never been better" you admit. "Away from Wicked, soon on our way to the Safe Haven, away from everything…" you trail off.

"Yeah, it is good to know we are done with that."

"Mhm" you hum, he pulls you closer and kisses your temple. "I kept thinking…" you start.

"Might be a first" the blonde jokes and you push him playfully.

"Like I was saying!" You giggle and he pulls you close again and kisses your cheek. "About the Maze, and how they just took me out and then threw me back in…It didn’t make any sense.”

"It still doesn't," he admits with a shrug.

"I do remember something though, them mentioning feelings and wanting to see how it affected us. How it could be a variable…" you pause. "I remember them mentioning you. Us." This takes Newt's attention and he looks down at you. "I don't remember much, but they said that after what happened to you and me coming in and spending time together changed something. Then it changed again when I disappeared at the Maze. It also happened to the others, the experience of losing someone, making it afterwards and how it made something in the brain stronger" you frown at the thought of how Wicked could play with their minds just to see how they would all react.

"We all lost our bloody minds, love" Newt says. "Minho would constantly go out there looking for you. Hoping you'd be alive" he says and you notice his gaze soften. "He gave up when he found a Griever's nest that had your bag. We realized we lost you...I lost you" he frowns. "It was so strange to see you again, walking out after a year."

"I could barely remember things. It was like they wiped out details that connected my memories. I remember going into the Maze and getting lost, getting stung by a Griever and memories rushed gave me a whiplash. Then I woke up in a white room and I had these...things in my head and I could see you all...but I only remember that much” you admit.

"You don't remember how you got back in?"

"Not really" you shake your head. "Only that I was unconscious and waking up. I remembered fragments of the Maze so I think that is why I made it out, if not probably I'd be dead" you admit. "I remember afterwards though" you smile and he does as well. "I remember watching you by what was supposed to be my grave as soon as the walls opened…”

By instinct, his arms held you closer to him. "I remember looking up and seeing you. I thought I was hallucinating on Gally's moonshine" he chuckles.

"I miss that moonshine. I could drink one right now" you giggle and snuggle closer to Newt. The wind was turning quite chilly now.

"You know, now that we are on top of a mountain like I once said…" Newt trails off and smiles down at you, your heart pounding hard against your chest.

"You are really doing this?" You laugh nervously.

"Before one of those bloody shanks interrupt me" the blonde says and you pull away from him to be able to take him in. His brown eyes had that little twinkle and his smile was just...contagious. "Y/N" he starts. "We have known each other for two years now, unless you count the one you were away" he says and you roll your eyes. "And I don't know how much time we have, because we don't know if this Safe Haven will keep Wicked away but...I want to-"

"They are coming! Everybody get down!" You hear Thomas scream from a distance.

Newt closes his eyes in annoyance and sigh, "Will I ever not be interrupted?" He says and you decide to turn to where Thomas was coming from. "What does this sh-" Newt's eyes widened and you follow his gaze. The Bergs.

"How did they find us?!" You ask as you stand up, Newt by your side.

"I think we already know," Newt says, quickly taking your hand and you all move to reach the others.

"Get all the weapons you can" Vince says and the first impacts of the Bergs start hitting the camp.

"Incoming!" Minho shouts and you all run for cover.

You and Newt run quickly behind a rock, a missile hitting right besides you made Newt shield you with your body. "You okay?!"

"I'm fine" you nod your head and you both raise from your spot to see the scenario before you. You see a guard getting knocked over and you reach for the gun, a shotgun, perfect! "Newt go to Vince, I'll cover!"

Newt goes to Vince and you run behind him, shooting one more guard. Upon reaching Vince, he gives Newt and Minho a weapon and everyone continues to shoot to cover each other. It turned to be too much for everyone, except Wicked and you had been defeated. You get lined up as guards read your tags, so you remain still.

"A6" the guard says as they scan yours, as he moves to the next one, you bring your hands down from your head and pull a small blade you had on your shoe and stab the guard on his leg.

"Y/N, don't resist please!" Teresa says as she gets closer to you. Two guards come your way and hit you with a nightstick on your back.

"Hey, leave her alone!" You hear Newt shout as he struggles.

"You are a traitor!" Even after the impact, you struggle to try to reach Teresa. "You killed them! You are killing us! We-" You scream at her, a guard binding your arms and just in time, Jorge and Brenda hit one of the helis with the truck and open fire. Frypan, who was right behind you, pounces on the guard and you move away, taking the nightstick and hitting him with it. "Thanks, Fry" you both high five before running. They had taken most of the subjects into the Berg, like Aris and Sonya, and you see one that catches your eye. "Minho!"

Thomas and Newt turn to your voice and rush to try to reach Minho but there was no luck. They were closing the door of the Berg and the camp no longer had enough ammo to take it down. You drop on your knees on the floor in defeat, anger and revenge combining in your body. All against Wicked. All against Teresa.

The Berg left and you found yourself not moving, watching it go. Thinking. Plotting. When Newt found you, your hands were shaking, your cheeks with warm streams of tears that you hadn't noticed when they started coming out. "Come on, love" Newt whispers in a soothing way but you stay still.

"I'm going to kill her…" you mutter.

"We will get Minho. Even if it is the last thing we do. There has to be a way" he assures you, yet you don't meet his eyes.

"We have to end this! How many more people she will take away from us for this stupid cure!?" You scream and Newt winces before taking your hands.

"We will find a way, love. Tommy will find a way" he says as he drops to the floor with you. "But we need to be calm upstairs to make it work okay? We will get Minho back" a sob shakes you and he pulls you into his arms and you break. You wrap your arms around him and hide your face on his neck.

After a few minutes, Newt helps you up and Thomas is giving his speech, wanting to kill Ava and end Wicked as we get Minho back. While everyone hesitated and called Thomas' plan suicide, you couldn't agree more with the shank. They had to be stopped before they could take anyone else you loved. "I'm in" you say and stand up, Newt's eyes widen at your willingness.

"That's a great speech, kid." Vince says. "What's the plan?"

You have to mentally face palm yourself at the question because there was a ninety-nine perfect chance that Thomas did not have a plan.

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