#it's so funny it started pouring rain (like it's a fucking storm outside) right when I put rain????

[satanicdollx]

I'm coiled up like the venomous serpent.

[doitforbangchan]

WEATHER THE STORM - Han jisung

requested by the always lovely @jehhskz 💕 girl knows i love some hannie and gave me the perfect request 🥹🥰

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Its pretty apparent how flipping much i love this boy in this story...i poured my heart out for this one lol

boyfriend!Han x reader (afab)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, kissing, fingering, kinda sub jisung, kinda dom reader, crying, cursing, a ton of pet names, soooo fluffy, jisung is down bad for reader and has a praise kink. Not proof read <3

WC: 2.9k

The clouds were rolling in rapidly, way faster than you had anticipated. The trees were shaking with the gusts of wind. You had only received the alert of the impending storm on your phone about an hour ago. After giving your weather app one last look, you sighed heavily and tossed your phone on the couch next to you.

 It wasn’t that you didn’t like the rain; you did, in fact you loved it. But, tonight was supposed to be a ladies night out with your friend. You and her had been very excited to try that new Pho place downtown and then go for drinks. You especially had been looking forward to it. 

The rain started splattering against the window, the heavy wind getting fiercer by the minute. There was no sense in getting ready for a night that wasn’t going to happen. Your friend has already canceled over an hour ago.

You thought about asking your boyfriend. He had just gotten back into town a few days ago.Jisung had been away for weeks while touring and neither of you have spent any time together. You had texted him ranting about your ruined plans and he had suggested he come over, but you would never ask him to face the storm. 

As if he knew you were thinking about him, your phone lit up with a call from ‘Sungie <3’. 

“Hey Ji, I was just thinking about you.” You answered, heart feeling heavy at having to be away from him.

“Funny enough, I’m always thinking of you, my baby.” You heard a car door slam on his end, “Your favorite kind of pho is chicken, right?” 

“Yeah, whhyyyy?” You drawled. You didn’t get an answer from him, instead you were startled when your doorbell rang. “What the fuck, you didn’t!” You hung up the phone and rushed to the door, flinging it open to find your boyfriend in all his smiling glory, with arms full with food and snacks. “Ji!” 

“Delivery for the prettiest girl in the world!” His arms were full or he would have hugged you. You took some of the stuff from his arms and stepped aside for him to enter your home. 

“What are you doing here, you crazy person?! Do you not see the insane storm that's coming in?” you chastise even though you were beaming, unable to hide your elation at seeing him in your home. You wish you knew he was coming so you could have changed out of your pjs.

“Wow there's a storm outside?” He said sarcastically, acting shocked. “I couldn’t tell.” You pushed him playfully, and he laughed. “I kinda thought that we could weather the storm together, I mean, if you want? I brought Pho from that place you wanted to try and a bunch of snacks and candy! I remember you talking about building blanket forts when you were little, so I also figured we could build one to snuggle in? I brought my string lights.” 

“Oh Ji” you wanted to cry, he was so thoughtful. He always paid the utmost attention to what you say, even absentmindedly. “This is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you my love.” You set down the bags you took from him and attacked him in a hug. 

He hugged you back just as tightly, sweeping you off the ground, “Anything for you my baby.” He set you down with a wet smooch to your forehead. You’re stuck with me until this storm is over! No girl of mine is gonna be alone with this bullshit going on outside!” You noticed he had a backpack on, those must be his clothes for a few days. As if you didn’t already have a stache of his clothes already. 

The building process was surprisingly pretty quick. Jisung had demanded you build the fort before you ate, so you can ‘eat in the ambiance and celebrate the fruits of our labor’ as he had said. You’re pretty sure the motivation came from keeping the food hot, making you both get to work. Luckily you were a blanket hoarder so you had plenty to use and pile on the floor. 

As Ji was hanging the string lights as the finishing touch you set out the food for both of you on the tray you put in the fort. He was right, it was worth the wait. It felt so magical somehow. You must have been stuck in a state of wonder for sometime because Jisung opened the side and scooted himself in, now wearing his pjs.

 “You ok there, space cadet?” He teased you, laughing when you pushed him. 

“In fact, jackass, I am more than ok.”  you set his food down in front of him while he picked something to watch on TV.  “You could even say I’m happy.” 

He chose a Ghibli movie ‘Spirited away’ (one of your favorites) then dug into his Pho. “That was my goal.” Jisung replied with his cheeks full. “I always wanna make you happy.” He said it with a shrug, as if it was no big deal. 

You were so struck with emotion at his statement, your eyes were filled with unshed tears. Here you were, with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen, sitting in a whimsical blanket fort said beautiful boy made for you, eating the food he bought and brought here for you. He braved the viscous weather for you. You couldn’t help the overflow of feelings and the tears started leaking from your eyes. What started as one tear, turned into two, turning into a full rolling stream over your cheeks. 

When you started sniffling is what finally got his attention, his head snapping over to you and he hurriedly set down his food, shuffling closer to you in panic. “What’s wrong?! Do you not like your pho?! We can switch, here take mine please don’t cry!” 

You wiped your eyes, still sniffling but smiling at his franticness, “No, it’s just that.. I love you. So much. I’m so thankful to have you. That’s all.” 

He seemed shocked at your words, his own eyes looking teary now. “Oh my baby, my lover, the apple of my eye. I love you.” He grabbed your hands in his, “ You are my inspiration. Every song I write is because of you. I see you in my dreams, and I feel you in my heart when we are apart. Every emotion I have is evoked by you. If anything, I should be thankful for you!” 

You attacked him in a tight embrace, not even trying to stop crying now. “Stooop being soooooo sappy!” you complained even though you both knew you loved it. He hugged you back just as tight, burying his face in your hair. 

It was like a release, the way both of you were able to let go of everything inside, both of you completely relaxing into each other. It was always easy to be with Jisung. You had only been together for a little over a year, but Jisung had said (you agreed) you both had to have been lovers in another life. That your fates were intertwined. He claimed it was some pact created before the dawn of time to fate you both together for eternity. Soulmates. 

You held each other until your sniffling stopped. Just taking in each other's presence. You were the first to pull away, wiping your eyes for the final tears. He gave your cheek a kiss and picked up his food, stuffing his face. You giggled at him then clicked play on the tv, and picked up your food. Thankfully it was still warm. 

The howling outside only grew stronger as the evening went on. Every so often the windows would rattle and alarm you both, but the scare only ever lasted a second. Your boyfriend had you curled into his side as you were in the middle of your second movie. The whole apartment was dark sans the string lights and the tv, it was the perfect calm to the storm outside. 

His hand was between your thighs, just keeping warm between your skin. It wasn’t a sexual act but you could feel your skin heating up at his touch anyways. You hadn’t been touched in weeks, since before he left this last time. Not even by your own hands, though it was more like whenever you try it doesn’t feel the same. Your body craves him so much you can’t get off without him so why bother.  His hand was all you could focus on; knowing he was so close to where you needed him yet he made no moves to close the distance. The man seemed to be paying attention to the movie, if his little hums of laughter was any indication. How was he supposed to know he was unintentionally making you soaking wet? Did he really not notice your silent squirming?

“Sungie” you whispered, moving your face closer to his ear. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Can I tell you something?” He hummed again, “ I’m really wet right now.” you placed a kiss to his ear and he shivered visibly. 

“You can't just say things like that!” He turned to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. 

“Why not?” you giggled at his reaction. “It’s true. ‘Ve been drenched since you put your hand in between my thighs.” 

He accidentally let out a groan at your dirty words, biting his lip. He turned on his side and pulled your mouth to his, his wet tongue immediately shoving itself in your mouth. His kiss was sloppy- needy even- his soft lips smothering over yours messily. Jisung had been waiting for the right moment to make a move, not wanting you to feel taken advantage of. If only he had known how bad you had wanted him, he would have been on you (and in you) sooner.

His hand that was between your thighs traveled up to your core, feeling you from the outside of your sleep shorts. You let out a whimper when his fingers deftly rubbed over your clothed slit. He stroked you there for a second while his mouth invaded your own, just letting his fingers run along the seam. When you bucked your hips into his hand he finally gave in and let his hand wander into your bottoms. He was immediately able to feel just how badly you needed him. 

“Fuck. you really are drenched, you little devil. Is it all for me?” he bit your lip in between words, his pupils dilated at the liquid he felt coming out of you. 

“Uh huh, always for my Sungie. My sweet boyfriend always makes me sooooo wet for him.” You responded, moaning when he pushed a finger inside. He was an expert with his fingers, those years of guitar coming quite in handy, so he knew exactly how to crook his digits up right into your sweet spot. “Sung, fuck, so good.” 

You brought one of your own hands down to the growing bulge in his sweats, cupping him the way he likes. Now you were both letting out little moans as you touched each other. Ji added another finger and used his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Sungiiie, wanna ride you. Pleaaassee” you tried to push him onto his back. He let you with no hesitation, removing his fingers from you. 

“Oh absolutely, baby.” He ripped his own shirt over his head then laid on his back, tugging his sweat pants down his thighs. Once his pants were down you threw your leg over his thighs, settling yourself atop his member, the precum rubbing on your folds. Ji already looked like he wanted to cum at that little contact.

 You tossed your own shirt to the floor beside you and his hands shot straight up to cup your breasts. He was panting as he rubbed on your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Mmm always so soft, can never get enough of your soft skin.” 

You hummed, shifting your hips to rub yourself over his shaft, your arousal coating him and letting you glide over him. His mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he looked up at you through his lashes.  He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, “Lover, baby, sweetheart-please let me put it in. Need to feel you around me.” His neediness was showing hard. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” You tried your best to smirk but it came out more crooked than you hoped. You reached down underneath you to grab his member. You lifted yourself up slightly to line up his cock to your opening, and then sunk down on him inch by inch. When you had taken his whole length you threw your head back as a moan came out loudly. “F-fuck Hannie, always fill me so good.”

“Nghh y/n, oh my god. So warm around me. So fucking tight.” His eyes closed as you sat on him fully. Your boyfriend let his hands run up and down your torso with his thumbs still finding your nipples each time he went back up. 

You let yourself adjust to his thickness for a moment, before you began to roll your hips back and forth. The friction felt delicious. Every motion let you feel every ridge of him within your walls. “M-missed your cock, Sung.” 

“Missed you more, my sweets. Missed your pussy. Mmmmm missed everything about you.” One thing about your boyfriend is when he made love to you, he didn’t know how to shut the fuck up. “ m’ never leaving you again. Never leaving this pussy again. You’re gonna be stuck with me forever. Gonna have to pry you from me. Fuck!” He yelled the last part when you started bouncing on him. 

“Wan’ tha’. Wanna keep you inside forever.” You cooed at him, gaining a rhythm now. Your thighs were already burning but the pleasure out weighed the pain. You placed your hands on his chest for support, riding him like your life depended on it. 

The touches he gave you were getting rougher, fingers digging into your sides, indents of his painted nails leaving small crescents in your skin. “Oh oh please, baby, wanna fill you, wanna cum in you, please baby. M’ so good for you. Just wanna give you my love.” His hips were bucking as he got closer to his high, unable to keep himself together. 

“You are so good f’ me, Sungie. Always the best boy, making me feel so fucking good.” You took one of his hands in yours and took it off of your ribs and brought it down to your clit. “Rub it, make me cum, Sungie. Can’t cum without you.” 

Immediately he began to rub harsh circles on your bundle, his rhythm on the nub being perfect. Jisung lived to please you, he took great pride in knowing exactly how to touch you. His need for praise was too high for him to have a lack of attention. 

Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm was creeping up on you. You could tell Ji was trying to get you there, his own release about to burst. He was drooling as you looked down at him,  and his big eyes were leaking salty tears. His brown eyes were blown out, dark with intense lust for you.

“M’ gonna cum, princess, gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up, baby.” His voice was straining as he warned you. 

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours Ji. You deserve it.” Once you gave him permission the floodgates opened, and he let go inside of you. He was shaking and squirming under you, his hips bucking wildly. His loud whines filled the room, mixing with the howls from the wind outside, creating this beautiful symphony. Witnessing his intense pleasure and feeling his warmth fill you caused you to fly over the edge after him. Your own whimpers follow soon after. 

“Kiss me, please angel.” He begged through his teary whines. You leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing each other's moans. You physically couldn’t keep yourself on top of him any longer. As soon as the shocks of your orgasm subsided you fell directly on top of him, letting his arms cage you against him as you both fought to get your breath back. 

Jisung just held you against him, keeping his member inside and just embracing how warm you were. Yeah he had missed the sex, but what he missed more was the intimacy. How the both of you could sit here and just exist within each other. He really loves you more than anything, and he knows you love him just as much. He had told you time and time again you were cosmically aligned, and now more than ever, he felt how true it was. 

If there's one thing he could absolutely be certain of, it's that right here, under the fairy lights, with you close to him as you peppered his face with wet kisses, was one of the highlights of his life. 

Maybe it was a good idea to bring the little black box that hid within his bag. 

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[laenordeservedbetter]

heyy so hear me out obsessed ghostface Sam...

But I Love You!

Words: 2.1k

Pairing: Ghostface!Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Sam would do everything in her power to make sure that you remain hers no matter who she has to stab in the way.

Warnings: (18+), killing, violence, manipulation, cussing, suggestive themes, unhinged Sam(?), confusing ending, not proofread (i had a long day and i'm tired). lmk if I missed any.

The italics in the first few scenes with reader & sam are Sam's inner dialogue/thoughts. This doesn't follow the scream timeline. Here, Sam never left Woodsboro, Tara's still in school, and Sam became Ghostface.

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It started with an attraction or in simpler terms, a crush - the foundation of all things relationship related.

You turned up to her workplace by chance, caught up in the middle of the storm. It was common sense to stop driving and find a secure place to stay for the meantime. The diner Sam worked at was the closest. That’s how you found yourself acting as the cloud that would pour water on a certain place. Your day had been terrible. You were late to work, customers were more irate today than the previous days, and you forgot to bring your umbrella before leaving. Clothes soaking wet and droplets of water pouring on the floor, Sam was bound to notice you.

At first, her blood boiled. After all, she’d have to be the one to clean up this mess. But when she took a glance at you, her heart skipped a beat. The makeup on your face was smudged, your hair a tangled mess, but damn, “You look beautiful.” Sam whispered.

Your head snapped up, noticing someone else’s presence in the room for the first time. “What?”

“I said, ‘how can I help you?’” Sam silently cursed herself for slipping up.

You don’t notice the lie. “I’m looking for a place to stay for an hour or so. Just until the rain calms down. And maybe food?” The woman has an unreadable expression on her face. “Don’t worry, I have money, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

The woman smiles kindly, “Oh, I wasn’t thinking that.”

“Oh? What were you thinking, then?”

“That you might need a change of clothes.” Sam gestures to your outfit.

“You’re probably right.” You say, “Sadly, I don’t have anything else to change into.”

Sam bites her lip, weighing out her options. “We have a spare uniform in the back.” She relents.

“That’s kind of you, but wouldn’t your boss be mad?”

Ugh. Roger.

“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with him. The only thing you should focus on right now is making sure you don’t get sick.” Sam walks to the room that says ‘staff only’ and comes back less than a minute later to hand you the clothes. “Here. You can change to the bathroom over there.” She points to the lavatory.

“Thank you so much. You’re an angel.” You say, taking your time to go to the bathroom to avoid slipping.

Once Sam hears the door close, she looks to your car parked outside. She can’t let you leave. Not yet.

She grabs her umbrella hidden under the counter and makes her way outside, making sure the bathroom door is still closed before popping the hood of the car open, removing the rotor piece. “Nice and easy.” Sam mumbles, pocketing the piece. She rushes back in the diner, hoping to be there before you can question her whereabouts.

You exit the lavatory wearing the uniform given to you by the kind stranger.

It fits her perfectly. “All good?” Sam asks, handing you a towel.

“Yes, yes. I can’t thank you enough. Not many people would go out of their way to help a stranger.” You shiver, putting the towel around you like a cloak.

“I’m just doing my job, ma’am.”

“Please. Call me Y/n.”

“You have a pretty name.” She says.

“Not as pretty as yours. . . Samantha.” You squint your eyes to read the name on the tag of her blouse.

Sam’s brows furrow, “How did you know my name?”

“It’s on your tag.” You point out.

Sam laughs, like, really laughs. The laugh-at-your-crush’s-jokes-even-if-you-don’t-find-it-funny kind of laugh. What is happening? “Fuck. Sorry. I’m not used to pretty girls complimenting me.”

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” You take a seat at one of the stools near the counter, smirking, “You must have dozens of women and/or men lining up at your door. With that face and kind heart, anyone could swoon.”

“Nope. Trust me. There’s no one.”

“More chances for me.” You do a fist bump in the air, not caring how stupid you looked. “Yes!”

You see Sam’s eyes widen as she tries to look away.

She’ll be the death of me.

-

As predicted, your car wouldn’t start. Sam gladly offered you a ride to your apartment, where she then asked for your number. You had no hesitation and gave it, thinking her intentions were pure. And they were.

Mostly.

-

That was eleven months ago.

You and Sam are together now and the crush bloomed into something more.

She was the perfect girlfriend. Good-hearted, gentle, caring. You thought you had hit the jackpot until the cracks in your relationship began to show themselves.

At first, it was the little things you noticed whenever you were together in public. Sam always had an arm around you. It didn’t matter if it was your waist or your shoulders or locking your arms together. She wanted to make sure the world knew that you were hers, which was fine. She wasn’t ashamed of you. Though, whenever someone looks at you too long or if they flirt with you despite Sam being there, her grip on your body tightens a little, but not too much to the point where it hurts.

The more time you spent with Sam, the more your friends started to get worried. It’s not healthy, they said. She’s keeping you from seeing us!, they argued. As soon as you shared their worries to Sam, she took effort in dispelling your doubts, telling you that your friends were envious of what you have and that it was normal to spend more time with your girlfriend than your friends, added by reassurance that there was nothing to worry about.

You chalked it off as Sam trying to look out for you.

After all, she is your girlfriend.

Then, there was that moment at a party.

It was a gathering for work. A room full of rich snobs and picture perfect careers. You couldn’t stand it, but your attendance was required. The only upside was that the company allowed you to bring a plus one. Naturally, you asked Sam and she said yes.

Even though you were elated that she agreed to go with you, you didn’t consider the possibility of not being able to talk to her much throughout the night because of strangers chatting you up. Some of them had the intention of asking you out. Though, upon seeing Sam’s deathly stare, they backed off. All but one.

The guy, Michael (tall, brunette, green eyes), would not stop leering at you with a mischievous grin. You felt sick to your stomach, uncomfortable by the way he looked at you, but not being able to do anything about it since he wasn’t actively trying to pursue you. Still, it disgusted you.

Sam’s hold on your waist remains, her jaw clenching, a clear sign that she was getting antsy. “Can we leave?”

You nod, “Yes. They’ve all seen me already, I think. We can finally go.” Despite the looks given to you by Michael, you tried your best to not let it dampen your mood, smiling at your girlfriend.

“Good. Come on.” Sam says, leading you to her car without so much as a smile.

“Hey, Sam, are you okay?” You make her look at you, holding her face in your hand.

Her gaze softens, “Yes, I am. Don’t worry about me. Are you okay?”

“Other than the way his eyes made me feel, I’m fine. I’ll probably forget about it when we watch a movie when we arrive back home.” You assure.

“Who says we’re watching a movie?” Sam’s lips quirk upwards, hands wrapping around your waist as she pulls you to her while your arms move to her shoulders.

“Well, what do you have in mind, Miss Carpenter?”

She gives you a peck on the lips. “It’s better if I show you.”

You ran inside the car in a hurry to get back to your apartment and let Sam do the things she wants to you, the awful looks by Michael replaced by the desire pooling in you when your lover teasingly runs a hand between your thighs.

Again, it was fine. Everything was as it should be. Perfect.

But what came after? Not so much.

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After you fell asleep, Sam carefully shuffled out of bed. She grabbed her dark cloak and Ghostface mask from the closet, running her fingers over the outlines of the eyes, sighing in relief. It felt good to pick up the mask again. Lately, she hasn’t been going out in the streets as much, having you to thank for that. As luck would have it, you gave her a mission (although inadvertently) at the same time the urge to kill became intolerable.

The job was easily done. Sam found Michael still at the party, waiting for the right moment. Michael went out the house, going for the alley since the bathroom was occupied. That’s when Sam made her move. Michael did not fight back, the alcohol in his veins dampening his ability to form coherent thoughts (assuming that he is better sober than he is drunk). Behind her mask, Sam was bursting with glee. Oh, how she missed it. There was nothing to compare to the feeling of excitement as you witness someone bleed out before you and the satisfaction that comes with it -- well, maybe nothing except you, her girl.

Sam opens the door to her room, anticipating your body still on the bed, sound asleep, but to her shock, you’re situated on the couch, both eyes on the bloodied mask in her hands.

“Sam, why is there blood on that?” Deep down, you knew the answer. You want to hear the confirmation first before you do anything that could potentially put your life in danger.

“I-it’s paint, baby. Tara’s got an art project for school. I-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. I’m not five. I know blood when I see it! That is blood!” You point out, frustrated. “And what kind of excuse is an art project?! My neighbor’s cat could make a better excuse.”

“Baby,” Sam’s tone is dangerously low as she stalks closer towards you. “I did it for for you -- for us. The way he was looking at you… I didn’t like it one bit, so I removed his eyes.”

You get up from your seat, going to the farthest corner in the room away from Sam. She does a gesture to signal that she’ll go towards you and you put a hand up in warning. “Stay the fuck away from me! You’re mad!”

“Oh, please. Don’t we all go a little mad sometimes?” She retorted, ignoring your protests.

You flinch from her touch when she touches the side of your face with crimson colored hands. “You’re sick, Sam. I’m calling the cops.”

“But I love you!” Sam yells, her voice breaking at the end. “Can’t you see? I did it for you.”

“You keep saying that, but do you really mean it? ‘Cause if you did this for me, you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.” You spat, punching her abdomen, followed by a kick to the stomach.

Sam doubles over, giving you an opportunity to run, to call the cops, to do something. “Honey, please. Let’s talk about this! I’m sorry, okay? You know how much I love you. Please stop this. You’re hurting me.”

“I am?” You question in dubiety. Sam is clutching her stomach, tears pouring like a water fountain. That’s the moment it hits you. “I am.” Letting your guard down, you run to Sam, clinging to her like a lifeline, your last chance. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

She shushes you, “Hey, it’s okay, I know.” You close your eyes shut as she presses a kiss to your temple. “I love you so much.”

You let her pull you in an embrace, holding your body tightly. How you love her so. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, saying those three words back. She did what was best for the both of you. Nothing can harm you ever again so long as you stay by her side.

“My perfect girl.” Sam whispers. “Do you trust me?”

There was no getting out of this. You’re in it for the long run now. “Trust is a tough thing to come by these days.” You sport a grin against her neck that vanishes quickly, for you don’t want Sam to recognize it. She thinks she has you wrapped around her finger, but she doesn’t know the truth of it. It may be like a game for her, but not for you.

It’s not game over.

Not yet.

[endlessdreamworld]

Hey hey! Since your requests are open at the moment. What would any yandere genshin character's Interact with a Very clumsy Reader. Just imagine. The yandere watching the reader walk before tripping on their feet. Or maybe accidentally slipping onto leaves? That would be funny and I would definitely love to see their interaction!

Sorry to make you wait. I wanted to do a few shorter form responses, but this came out on accident. If you want more, please feel free to send in a request. Clumsy Reader X Diluc Ragnvindr

It started like any typical day in Mondstat. Markets were bustling, bards were performing, knights were patrolling, and the city was thriving. The sky was filled with a growing amount of storm clouds that were a welcome addition to a sweltering hot midsummer day.

For you though, this was a very irregular day with one unfortunate event chained after the other. A bag of flour went rogue in the bakery and you ended up completely covered in the stuff. Of course the bakery gave you bread as compensation for the situation – a lot of it. Ironically, this made everything much harder because the sheer amount of bread made the trip home cumbersome. Because of this delay and new handicap, by the time you were able to get your errands finished and your affairs in order it started pouring rain when you had just started the trip home. The flour that still coated your skin and clothes had turned to watered down sodden slime.

By the time you finally arrived at the front door of your home the compensation bread was ruined, and your clothes were heavy and cold with dripping rain. All you could think about was taking a nice hot bath and changing into dry clothes and climbing into your dry warm bed. You almost fainted though, when you reached into your pocket to retrieve your house key and found nothing. Your bones itched, your nose burned, the stress was transcendent. Honestly if you died at that moment you’d be fine with it, because you certainly wished you were dead.

You did your best to take a breath, though you were borderline crying at this point. The sun had set long ago, and it was pitch black. You had no idea where your keys could be, and worst of all, it was still fucking raining.. You dropped the bag and it landed with a wet heavy flop. You’d just have to deal with that in the morning.

You started retracing your steps back to the bakery. It’s incredibly likely you left them inside, which would be the worst possible scenario because you didn’t have enough money to stay at the inn. Then it finally dawned on you that there was no happy ending here, and you might need to find a place and just wai—

Air, vertigo. You fell.  

You’re not sure if you slipped on something, or if you misstepped outright, but what you did know is that you were in the elevated part of town, and you had a long way to go. Could it be? The death you wished for? You accepted this ironic, tragic fate with a sardonic smile.

And just like that…

A sharp tugging on your wrist. Something – no… someone grabbed your hand before you fell too far. You opened your eyes, and saw someone holding you up by the wrist, but between the rain and the ambient darkness, you couldn’t get a proper look at them.

“You know, you really need to be more careful.” You felt a firm tug and then you found yourself on solid ground. The stranger who had saved you stood before you. “What are you doing outside during a rainstorm in the middle of the night?”

You were about to answer, but your savior tugged on your wrist again. The figure led you to The Angel’s Share bar which, luckily, was nearby. Now you had the protection of the bar’s awning to shield you from the rain. The shadowy figure looks at you expectantly. “Right, so it all started when…” You took your time to explain the situation step by step as to how you got here.

“So you’re locked out of your own home, and have no money for an overnight stay at the inn. Does that sound right?”

You nod. The shadow figure put his hand to the bottom of his chin in thought. “Very well, I understand the situation completely now. And... I have a solution.”

You could scarcely believe what you were hearing. “It’s simple really,” You could hear the sound of light jingling ever so slightly through the heavy droning of the rain. The mysterious figure handed you something, a pouch filled with… mora. So much mora!! This is way more mora than you would need for the inn.

You look up at your shadowclad mystery knight slack jawed. “Think nothing of it.” He sounded flustered. “Now come along, the inn is this way.” The figure walked with you the entire way to the inn, and then a thought crossed your mind. ‘Did he think you were going to take the money and run off? 

No.

Absolutely not. Your mystery knight just wanted to be sure you made it safely to the inn considering you could have died if you took the fall intended for you earlier. Speaking of your knight… Was he one of the Knights of Favonius? He certainly wasn't dressed like one. You walked in comfortable silence, or as comfortable as it could be when you’re so cold you were in physical pain and your teeth were chattering as loudly as the falling rain.

You arrived at the inn. You turned to thank your mystery knight, but when you did you saw nothing, just empty darkness. He must have left silently when he saw you made it safely to the inn. It was frustrating, because you really did want to thank him, but you were unfortunately left unsatisfied in that department. The rest of the night was a blur that ended with your face planting into a lush feather bed.

You woke up the following day, miraculously not sick. though you weren't going to complain about that. You returned to the bakery which was in fact where you left your key and headed back home. FINALLY, you were home, but you saw something unexpected on your doorstep.

Where you expected to find a gloopy pile of paper and gluten was instead a basket with a replacement of all of the ruined goods that got trashed in last night’s storm. Your mind wandered back to your mystery knight, but it’s not like you were going to get an answer so you cut your losses and moved on.

And so it was yet another typical day in Mondstat. Markets were bustling, bards were performing, knights were patrolling, and the city was thriving. You had plenty to do today, but there was an extra pep in your step. The mora you received from your mysterious hero was going to be a tremendous boost to your quality of life.

Unfortunately, it seems like there was simply too much pep in your step since you missed your footing – again. And found yourself plummeting towards the lower part of town… again. Then you felt a sharp tugging on your wrist….. Again? A wave of deja vu washed over me.

“You know, you really need to be more careful.” Today was almost a mirror image of the previous day, but unlike yesterday, the view of the person holding you by the wrist was bright and clear. His head was backlit by the sun, looking fittingly, just like a shining halo.

 Holding you by your wrist was Diluc Ragnvindr of the Dawn Winery.

[peakyblindersxx]

whiskey business - john x reader (part 3 of ?)

gif by @michaelgreys but i cropped it cause god daMn 👀

read part one and two! | my masterlist

a/n: this one goes out to all my john bitches!! i know it's hard out here, we get no new content but this part is steamy as hell. its not over yet, though! i'm a sucker for happy endings, ok? i hope you all like it, i'm still working on requests as i go :) much love to @stxdyblr-2k for ghostwriting on this series, she has the most amazing ideas in the world 🖤

love, abi xxx

tagging: @datewithgianni

prompt: john's been ignoring you and you want to know why.

warnings: fluff, angst, nsfw!! smut, cocky john, just straight up porn at the end but can you blame me

John hadn't spoken a word in your direction for a week. Despite constantly seeing you glued to Ada's hip, he’d barely acknowledged you since the wedding. He didn’t even bother looking up. Instead his jaw tensed, taking longer inhales of smoke, constantly examining the pocket watch dangling from his right hip. You were the last person John wanted to see right now. He couldn’t get you out of his head, the flush of your cheeks as you had moaned for him imprinted in his memory. You were fucking picturesque writhing around in his lap, a mess for him, and only him. He’d never felt like this; never wanted someone so badly it hurt. Usually, he drowned what little emotions he had in the nearest bottle of whiskey. You, however, were igniting something inside him he’d never felt. Lust, yes, but it was more. A yearning, a need, to see you smile at his crap jokes for the rest of his fucking life. God, you were getting to him.

His coldness and distance towards you hadn't gone unnoticed. To John’s embarrassment, his brothers regularly referred to it as "a little tiff", usually when you were within earshot, as they loved embarrassing his brother. They were blissfully unaware of the full story, assuming his cockiness had put you off him. He sometimes wondered the same; even though you remained polite by greeting him despite the minimal nod he responded with, you seemed ashamed. John only hoped it wasn't because you were ashamed of him. The truth was, he couldn't get the intensity between the two of you off his mind. Whenever he so much as caught a glimpse of you, he remembered how pretty you looked begging for him, then the embarrassment of having to reject you out of family loyalty. You admitting you wanted to have sex with him, him getting fucked off at you because you were off your face, complicating everything. Yet, every night, he held your words close to him, trying to decipher them.

He knew his brothers wouldn't get it. They wouldn't understand how tragic it was; they'd think it was funny that Ada's best friend wanted to fuck him. Either way, John would always rather put himself in the firing line of his brother's jokes than risk your reputation being blemished. He just couldn't look at you without a wave of guilt and sexual attraction flowing through his veins, causing his jaw to clench and his shoulders to stiffen, his suit jacket expertly covering strain on the crotch of his trousers.

A full week had passed since the wedding, of a man Tommy had recruited in an assassination effort. It was embarrassing how his family used money to attempt to push the trauma they created under the carpet. He knew he didn't have room to talk, but fuckin’ hell, a wedding? Maybe Tommy should've just not hired him to blow the brains out of his own father. Well, it was one way to get rid of the police commissioner who got too nosey, John guessed.

He had hoped that you were a passing phase of infatuation. He’d had many before; he’d been notorious around Birmingham for his conquests. Sure, it was possible he had just gotten overly excited and intoxicated around a beautiful girl. Yet, in the quiet moments of his life, in between his kids and business, his mind was only on you. You, straddling him in that booth, the way you grinned at him as he approached you at the wedding party. Sometimes when he was driving home, his mind would drift off thinking of the feeling of your figure pressed against him, the feel of your lips, your laugh, the sound of your heaving breaths against his ear. You haunted him the most at night, visions of you with his name on your lips in his silk sheets. You were his forbidden fruit, dangling barely out of reach.

***

John was at his desk, paperwork long abandoned in favour of whiskey and a cigar, lost in his own thoughts. The loud tapping of rain and the wind of the storm outside shook the windows, yet John felt somewhat at peace; a temporary peace, but he could unwind. Just his desk, the moonlight, the gas lamp illuminating his empty glass and the heavy English rain for company. He found far more joy in the simplicity of life than his brothers, who reeked of new money. He liked his things the way they were, it all worked, but he had to admit he was a sucker for a good suit. The kids were long in bed, the nanny to comfort their nightmares. It made him feel like a shit father, and he didn't want to be like his useless dad. He had started resenting the life Thomas was forcing him to live; the booze, the partying, the Tokyo, the fighting. It was wearing on him. He needed a break from everyone in this town, he reckoned.

However, a certain unexpected guest was always welcome to him. You had just drifted across his mind when a firm knock at the door caught his attention. He straightened his tie, leaving his legs outstretched and crossed on the dark oak desk, calling for the visitor to enter.

There you were. Dripping from head to toe, but still as beautiful as ever to him, despite your damp hair and slightly smudged makeup. You had caught him off guard, and in his surprise, he couldn't suppress the cheeky grin which spread across his face.

"Got caught in the storm, eh? I'll put the fire on and pour you a drink yeah? Warm you up." He slurred slightly, springing into action, lighting the fire and going to fill two glasses with whiskey, which you politely refused.

"I'm not drinking tonight, Mr. Shelby."

He decides he won't either. He tried to ignore your piercing gaze, motioning you to sit across his desk from him, reaching to put the whiskey in his drawer. "That's not like you. Where you headed, love? That lecture with Ada?"

"I came to see you."

He noted your firm tone, the flirty smile, the coy eye contact.

"What's the occasion?"

"You've been avoiding me." You told him bluntly, his cheeks reddening, eye contact breaking momentarily.

"Yeah, I know." He took a draw from his cigar, rolling the smoke from between his lips on the exhale. "M’sorry."

You watched him for a moment and he met your eyes, suddenly softened from his usual icey blue inquisitive stare. To shame, he looked so vulnerable right now. You could feel yourself falling for him again. This is what you hung around for, the fleeting glimpses of the authentic John Shelby. The lad you'd first giggled about in the girl's bathroom at lunch, barely knowing what sex was. Barely understanding power and politics. Unaware of who you'd both end up as.

"You're fucking soaked to the bone. Come on, I'll put your clothes to dry by the fire. And don't give me that look, I'll give you my coat to save your modesty, lass." He teased. You ignored the way his muscles flexed as he reached for his woolen jacket, some outrageously expensive tailored affair from some London boutique, his large rough hands brushing your fingers. "I'll turn around."

You grasped the coat, heading to the fireplace and warming up for a moment, checking that you were far from his line of sight. This was a dangerous game for you both. You wished he'd grab you, take you on his desk and finish what he started, but the way he absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the desk as he waited indicated that he was restraining himself.

You'd rid yourself of your thin jacket, bought from the market stall last week, effortlessly trendy but an imitation of the pricey stuff Ada and the blinder wives and girlfriends you knew. You were jealous of their fur coats, they were always warm and glamorous looking even on the coldest winter night in Birmingham.

You glanced across the room to John. He was staring intently at the wall lost in thought, teeth gritted.

"John? Could you unzip me?" You asked, purposefully making your voice sound as neutral as possible, looking at him over your shoulder.

He paused, bringing his fingers to rub circles against his jaw. You caught a glimpse of white teeth and dimples as he glanced at you out the corner of his eye and you can't help but match his coy grin. He pushed himself off the desk and quickly closed the small distance towards you, his hand finding first your shoulder then the zip at the nape of your neck, your breath hitching as he pulled the zip to your waist. You could feel his eyes tracing the curvature of your spine and hips. You both hesitated for a moment, before John’s warm fingertips grazed your waist, lips pressing into your hair affectionately. His mouth found his way to your ear, cheekbone, jaw and then neck, encouraged by the way your left hand cradled his head as you pressed your body back into his and how your eyes drifted shut at his touch.

"Sweetheart, why did you come here?" He muttered into your ear, his words and casual affection causing your core to swell in response.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you. I've barely slept in a week, feel terrible. Then you've been ignoring me-"

"It isn't personal, Y/N. You know this isn’t how I want it to be." His hands found their way to your waist, gripping lightly at your hip bones, sending a shiver down your back.

"Well this is how it is, John. It's never going to be any different. So, what are you going to do about it?"

"What are you fucking on about, love?"

"I reckon that just once can't hurt, nobody would know but us. Then we can both move on with our lives..."

John hesitated, "What about Ada?" His head rested on your shoulder, the scent of your sweet perfume causing him to want you even more. Jesus, he was too far gone.

"We were so close the first night I got here and we didn't. No one caught on then, why would it be different now?"

He wanted to trust you so badly, it ached inside of him. He wanted to feel you around him, make you cum for him again and again, for you to be breathless and shaking under him. He wanted to give you everything he could, even if just once. But he couldn't.

"She's my sister. Family is everything; if I don't have them, I’ve got nothin’." He stated firmly, yet his palms lingered on your hips, the liquor destroying his perception of the distinction between friendly touching and actions that made you swallow deeply and pray for relief.

"You have me for tonight." You pulled away from him, ignoring the groan that escaped from his lips at the loss of contact. You locked your eyes with his blue ones and pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, allowing the damp material to pool around your feet, standing in front of the man you'd wanted for years. It was now or never.

He stayed silent, watching you, eyes not leaving yours, challenging you for a brief moment before his eyes flickered over your figure.

"Is it such a crime to want to fuck you?" You asked, the silk of your skimpy underwear forcing John to wipe the corner of his mouth absentmindedly as he drank you in, mumbling profanities under his breath. Yet, despite the glances and his sudden frustration, you could tell you had him. His eyes were feral and hungry, daring you to keep pushing him. His shoulders were squared, he was ready for action. The crackling firelight illuminated you beautifully; you were irresistible to him.

"It's not a crime. Where'd you get this backbone from?" He asked, reaching for you but you stepped away, teasing him.

"University up north does sommet to a woman."

"You can fuck off or fuck me with that attitude."

"The latter if you behave yourself, Mr Shelby."

He smirked at you, holding his hands up in mock surrender, before wrapping his coat around your shoulders, pulling you towards him by the back of the collar. "You've got a mouth on you, love. You gonna put it to good use?"

"I was told months ago that you'd sort me out, John-" Your speech was interrupted by a small squealing giggle as he tugged at your hair lightly for mocking his voice, his eyes bright and crinkled at the edges due to his grin. "I'm disappointed with these delays, especially from the Shelby Company."

"Well, as the boss, I'll sort it for you, personally and immediately. Let me make it up to you, lass," John crooned, his lips meeting yours once again, fingers pushing your thighs apart, still clad in your black stockings and garter belt. "This is where we got up to last time, yes?"

"Yes Mr. Shelby, I believe so."

He pressed his lips and teeth against where your jaw met your neck, tracing his index and middle fingers over the silk of your underwear which covered your slit. You couldn’t help but lean into him, a slight hiss escaping your teeth.

"You like that, huh? You're fuckin’ soaked for me already, love," John muttered against your neck, lifting your left leg to hook around his waist, easily lifting you onto his desk, scattering loose papers and heavy accounting books onto the floor in his urgency to feel your bare skin on his. "They teach you how to push a bloke over the edge at that fancy university?"

"No, I figured that out on my own actually."

"Always knew you were bright," He smirked, quickly ridding you of your flimsy panties, the pads of his fingertips hot against your thighs. "Always going for the ones smarter than me, Tommy reckons it's not difficult."

"Your brother's chatting shit, he's not the one ‘bout to fuck me on his desk, yeah?" You shot back, opening your thighs to encourage him, your cunt exposed, cutting off John’s laugh. He couldn’t help but stare, eyes glued to your dripping cunt. "You're my favourite brother, always have been. If you tell Finn, I'll kill you," You teased.

"Come off it," John grunted in reply, unable to restrain pressing kisses to your inner thighs, your head tilting back, fingers desperately clutching at his hair. “Need t’get a proper taste of you, yeah? Look so fuckin’ sweet for me.” His mouth reached your core, slowly dipping his tongue into you, causing your mouth to fall open in ecstasy. God, his lips were even softer than they looked. His movements switched from light and teasing to purposeful and focused, his fingers curled and pumping inside you, tongue and thumb attacking your clit. He'd gotten on his knees, your legs wrapped around his neck as he groaned into your cunt, causing you to buck your hips wildly at the sensation, moans falling out of your mouth.

“Fuckin’ christ, John,” You swore, feeling yourself pulsate and twitch around his nimble fingers, crying out into the empty office building. You were getting so close, your hips jerking independently, chest heaving as you gasped for air. You were quickly getting overstimulated, you were so close. Before you could finish, John raised his head back to yours, letting you taste yourself on his mouth, his hands moving from your cunt to your tits, finger tips tracing the outline of your nipples through your silk bra.

"If we get to do this once, I want to feel you finish on my cock, doll," John grunted in a hushed tone, pointedly moving his lips to your collarbone when you opened your mouth to argue back to him.

"Then I get to ride you." Your statement took him by surprise; most women he'd slept with seemed fairly passive in bed. Sure they enjoyed themselves, but they never took control. He could feel himself swell in response to your words. He'd never been put in this position; he was a stranger to it, but the idea was thrilling and wickedly seductive. Especially from someone who was the epitome of "girl-next-door" as they were growing up.

"Polly reckoned you'd be trouble since Ada told us you'd returned. Don't mind getting into trouble with you, though," He teased, his plump mouth dipping to your cleavage, unclasping your bra, tongue circling your hardening nipples.

"John, fuckin’ christ, need you to finish me off, yeah?" You begged, voice shaking, much to his amusement, his fingers re-entering you roughly. John pressed open-mouthed kisses to your neck, soothing your body from the sharp sensation, the slight pain exacerbating the pleasure arising from his mouth and fingers.

"I've barely started with you, and already you're begging for me to fuck you." He muttered into your skin, as he watched you writhe and lift your hips, reacting beautifully to the feelings he was reawakening within you.

"John, m’not fucking about, yeah? I need you," You whined, hand resting on his inner thigh, fingers grazing the fastenings across his groin, gazing up at him from your seat on his desk. John hated waiting for relief, he had very little patience, and almost immediately he gave in and collapsed into his large armchair, pulling you on top of him, letting you pin his wrists to the chair and grind against him as your mouth found his, then his neck, removing his waistcoat, shirt and tie, revealing his muscular chest. The bruising kisses you pressed to his skin left him breathless and needing more, helping you unbuckle his belt and push his suit trousers down his legs. You couldn’t help but take him into your hand, moving it up and down his sensitive shaft.

“Christ, you’re too fuckin’ good at this,” John groaned as you spit on your palm to better move your hand up and down his cock, teasing the sensitive tip with your fingers and tongue. He couldn’t help but watch you, keeping eye contact as you toyed with him, blue eyes heavy with pleasure and lust for more.

You angled your hips above him and he adjusted himself, using his hand to better push himself inside you. You yelped lightly as you adjusted to his girth, his mouth distracting you by pressing kisses on your shoulder and tangling his hands through your hair, trying to control his breaths as you adjusted to him, soft moans falling from your mouth, your tight cunt gripping his cock.

“S’fuckin’ perfect, like your pussy was made for me,” he groaned, breath growing heavier with the sensation of you grinding against him. Pushing his hips up into you, he couldn’t help but grab at your hip bones, grip burning into your skin, bouncing you on his cock, mouth slightly slack, groaning as he grasped at your flesh. You’d imagined hundreds of times how fucking irresistible John would look underneath you, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

The thrill of having John Shelby with his trousers down in his office, quickly dissolving into a moaning and grunting mess with every rotation or twist of your hips, in the midst of a stormy night while the thunder echoed around the empty streets below was almost too much to take. You should be home right now, curled up in that empty unheated flat, behaving yourself. Even on a date or fucking someone else. But instead you'd gone to him and now you were riding him. You wanted the moment to last forever, right now everything felt so right, you knew when it was over the guilt would hit. But you couldn't avoid it, you could feel your legs start to shake.

“Look so god damn pretty ridin’ me, love. Makin’ me wanna cum inside you.” John growled, panting, struggling to keep pace as you moaned on top of him. Your fingers found his jawline and guided him to look up at you, craving to see how his face looked when he finally came undone. He reached between your legs, torturing your clit with his fingers while he slammed into you a few extra times, using up the rest of his energy. The extra stimulation pushed you over the edge, crying out John’s name as you felt yourself release. Watching you whine his name was the last straw for him, spilling into you as your dripping cunt squeezed him, reveling in the image of you a mess for him.

***

You finally came back to your senses, catching your breath, John clutching you to his chest protectively for a minute or two, enjoying the tranquility and post-sex clarity. He checked his clock, sighing and lifting you from his lap to his desk, running a towel under the sink in the corner of his room and passing it to you to clean up between your legs with.

"Charming," You smirked, tired but satisfied. "No wonder the ladies always come back for more."

"Not you though, aye? One night only exclusive, this." He matched your playful tone, but his eyes were dull with exhaustion and he looked almost upset. He was probably just knackered after working all day and then going overtime just to please you.

"Make yourself useful and grab my clothes for me John-lad." You teased, thankfully changing the subject. He rolled his eyes in the waning firelight, locating the clothes the two of you had left scattered around the room. You quickly dressed, not caring how he watched you silently, as though trying to memorize the image of you. Your clothes were far drier than earlier, the last remaining remnants of damp clutching to the fibers and freezing you all over again. Yet before you could even comment, John's wool coat was wrapped back around your shoulders.

"Because you're cold, not because you look fuckable in it." He said pointedly, smirking slightly, the edges seeming artificial.

"Remind me not to fall madly in love with you. Won't be able to help myself if you keep talking like that, Mr. Shelby." You retorted sarcastically with a grin, earning a gentle dig to the ribs.

"It's Mr. Shelby if you're trying to fuck me. John is between friends and family, right?"

"Someone better inform Mr. Solomons of that distinction, then," You paused, "Mr. Shelby."

"Don't be a fucking cocktease." He scolded with a small grin, grabbing his car keys and hat from the door. "You want a lift then? Don't dick about being polite, Y/N, it's fucking midnight, just accept it."

"Since you asked so nicely."

"You know you've got worse since you've been at uni? Too fast for us lot now." He teased, half serious, as he led you to his car. He couldn't believe the beautiful woman in his passenger seat was the girl with pigtails who'd chase Ada around the canal with their girl gang for hours, the pretty teen who read for hours in his sister's bedroom, comparing notes together. No one was surprised you got a scholarship to university, despite your gender and class. You'd been incredibly lucky. Yet, you'd seen the world and had come back to Birmingham and picked him.

Shame you could only pick him once.

[love4buckybarnes]

PROMISES

Summary: Bucky and Y/N we’re married and love. But differences had set them apart. A promise, one of many they had made, was broken, threatening the love between them.

Bucky Barnes x Reader. Warnings: car accident, minor injuries, mention of pregnancy complications, and angst. Happy fluff ending.

A/N: Let me know what you think of this one. The title is a bit questionable so if you have one that you’d like to share, I’ll credit you :).

They were both madly in love. When they first saw each other, the world stood still. Cheesy, but it was true. At least that’s what they would tell everybody of how they met. Their romance story is one you would read from a book or see in a movie. Bucky knew Y/N was the one, so he got on one knee and asked her to marry him. The day he proposed and when they made their vows and promises, were the most memorable moments together. Ones they could never forget.

Time went by and what appeared like the perfect happy couple turned upside down. Around family and friends, they put on a fake persona. Behind closed doors, the endless fighting and tension caused a rift between them. It started when they were trying for a family. Sometimes things aren’t just handed out freely to everyone. Y/N experienced fertility issues. It was stressful for the both of them. Most fights were over something small which would blow up out of proportion. Some nights they made up, and some nights, one would end up on the couch. Sometimes they wondered if they should give up.

Tonight was supposed to be important. Y/N had all of it planned out for the special occasion. She made reservations at their favorite restaurant. Bucky promised he would be there. Despite everything, she still loved him all the same. She wondered if he still loved her .

She sat there alone. The stares and looks of the people around her was unsettling and made her embarrassed. Y/N had been all dressed up and makeup done. Eventually, she had enough of waiting and stormed out.

The door to their apartment swung open. Bucky has been sitting at the table with his face scrunched up in concentration. He couldn’t even bother to look up.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” Y/N spat out each name, crossing her arms. She was furious.

Bucky glanced up. “Hi,” he said quickly, before returning his attention to the computer in front of him.

This made her tick even more. She marched over to where he sat and slammed the laptop shut.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” Bucky exclaimed, standing up. The chair fell backwards to the floor with a loud bang. “Why would you do that? I didn’t save what I was working on.”

“I don’t care,” she snapped. “Do you remember where you were supposed to be tonight?”

Bucky thought for a minute. After remembering and realized his mistake, he cursed. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

She stepped closer to his face. “You promised you were going to be there.”

“Sam needed me to work on this mission. It’s important. I got wrapped up in it.”

“So this was more important than what we had planned?”

“No, I did not say that. Now you’re just putting words in my mouth,” he fought back.

“Gosh, why can’t you just try to put in a little more effort?” She hadn’t noticed the tears rolling down her face.

“Me try? How about you?” he scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “You have everything to do with this chaos of whatever this is just as much as I do. In fact, it’s all you. It’s all because of you!”

Y/N felt like someone cut into her chest with a blade and ripped her heart out. She always thought it was her fault. And now he blamed her, too. This has been the last straw. “Oh wow, well, thanks for the clarification I needed to know.”

“Where are you going?” he asked in a frantic tone when she headed towards the door.

She paused in her tracks to answer him. “I need to go. I can’t be here. Especially knowing what you really think of me.”

Bucky winced at her words and flinched at the loud thud she made when she left. The palm of his hand brushed over his face. He regretted what he said. He never blamed her. Whether she knew it or not, his love for her has been the same since they have met.

Thunder rumbled, and lightning dashed across the dreary night sky. Y/N stepped out into the pouring rain. She reached the car parked across the street. Before she could get in, Bucky stepped in front of her, blocking her from going any further. He placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Please don’t go,” Bucky begged. “I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. I love you.”

Y/N avoided his eyes and yanked away from his grasp. She was so angry, she didn’t know what to believe anymore. “Yeah well, you have a funny way of showing it.” She got in, locking the door. He knocked on the window. Ignoring him, she drove off. Her mind swirled and her eyes hazy with tears. She wasn’t sure when she would come back, or if she would return at all.

Bucky saw it happen right in front of him. He watched her drive off. Turning around to go inside to get out of the rain, he heard the tires from afar screech against the concrete. He looked back just in time to see the vehicle swerving. The slippery road caused the car to skid across the road. It hit a curb, tumbled over and rolled a few feet away.

He could hear his heart pound wildly in his ears, stomach turned in knots. He felt as if his airway were being constricted. Bucky didn’t feel his legs carry him over there, not caring he was soaking wet. All he cared about was her.

Darkness spotted her vision. A blurry figure appeared in front of her. Even through fogged vision, she recognized who it was.

“Baby?” Bucky croaked out, his voice soft, trying to keep himself calm. Inside, he was all but calm. He had to keep the sheer panic under control so he could help her. “Stay with me, okay? I’m going to pull you out.”

“Bucky?” she hissed out in pain.

“I’m here, Doll,” he said reassuringly.

Her eyes fluttered. A loud snap in her ear stirred her back to consciousness.

“Don’t close your eyes, love,” he pleaded. “Just focus on me, okay? Keep them on me.” He watched her fight herself from passing out. His hand reached in to unbuckle the seatbelt that held her to the seat. With ease, he unhinged the door, that was already hanging off the rest of the way. He carefully maneuvered Y/N from the car and set her down on the ground. He trembled as he dialed 911.

When he looked back down, she was unconscious. Blood seeped from the gash on her forehead. He slapped gently on her cheeks to get her to wake up, but she was out cold. Bucky felt like his whole world was shutting down. He couldn’t contain the sobs escaping his throat. He rarely cried. He’s only ever shed tears a couple of times in front of her. Once when they first said I love you and when they said their vows.

Guilt devoured his entire being. The whole time they’ve been together since being married, had been spent with fighting instead of loving each other. All he ever truly wanted was for the both of them to be happy. But he let the blaze consume them.

Hearing sirens wailing in the distance, relief released from Bucky. Flashes of bright blue lights got closer, and soon the EMTs were there to help. They placed a brace to keep her head and neck supported in case there was an injury before putting her on the stretcher. For Bucky, it was all in slow motion. He blocked out the EMT asking him questions, jumping into the back of the ambulance.

At the hospital, he tried following her into the emergency room, but wasn’t allowed to. He paced around outside. His foot tapped on the tile uncontrollably, the nerves wracking his mind. He held his head between his knees to keep himself from having a panic attack.

Couple of hours later, the nurse stepped out to talk to him. “James?” she called out.

He jumped up hearing his name. His jaw clenched as he waited to hear what she had to say.

“Your wife is going to be fine. She has a concussion, a few stitches, and a fracture in her collarbone ,” she started to say. He let out the deep breath he has been holding in. “The baby is also fine.”

Bucky whipped his head up, confused. “The what?!”

“Oh, maybe you didn’t know, but she’s pregnant,” the nurse clarified. “Luckily, the baby doesn’t have a scratch.”

Now he understood. Why it was so important to be there at the restaurant, and why she was so upset about it. The guilt he felt engulfed him more. He needed to figure out how to make it up to her. Bucky swore to himself he would never disappoint her again and to keep all the promises he makes.

Annoying constant beep sounds lulled Y/N out of her sleep. Vivid white blinded her vision as she came to. She groaned at the pounding pain in her head. Her fingers twitched, gripping the sheets. Eyes opened to the ivory room. Her face scrunched up, trying to remember what happened and where she was.

A snore next to her got her attention. Bucky slept in a chair beside her hospital bed, waiting for her to wake up.

“Bucky,” she rasped out, her throat scratchy.

Bucky stirred. When he realized she was conscious, he sprung awake. He called for the nurse to check her over, making sure everything was fine. When she left, he sat back down, taking one of Y/N’s hands in one of his, pressing it to his lips.

“Oh, baby,” he said, ever so softly. He brushed the strands from her face and tucked it behind her ears. “Oh, thank god you’re awake.” Tears brimmed, and he didn’t care, letting them fall. His lips curved into a smile that didn’t fully reach his eyes. He gently left kisses on her cheeks. Calloused thumb brushed the delicate skin.

“What happened?” Y/N asked.

“You got in an accident,” he explained. “Just a concussion, broken collarbone, and a few scratches. And you might be achy from the whiplash.”

Y/N shot up out of bed in dismay, only to be pinned back down.

“Hey, no, you need to stay in bed and rest,” Bucky ordered her, firmly keeping her from moving.

“But the bab-,” she began, but Bucky cut her off.

“I know,” he said sadly, interrupting her. “I know you’re pregnant. The baby is fine, love.”

Y/N felt relieved. “How did you find out?”

The small smile on his face dropped. “When they x-rayed you to check for injuries, they found out you were pregnant.” His lip trembled as he cried harder. “I’m so sorry. That’s what you wanted to tell me. That’s why you wanted me to be there. I should have kept my promise and showed up. If I had, you wouldn’t be here.”

Y/N knew he was being true to his word. She reached up to wipe the tears from under his eyes. He sighed, leaning in to her touch he missed. “I’m sorry too. I was so excited to tell you. Things haven’t been easy for either of us. I couldn’t wait to tell you.”

He shook his head, beating himself. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s not your fault. None of it is. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. From now on, no more fighting. I just want to be us again.”

“‘I agree, Bucky,” she agreed. “I’m tired of fighting too. You still love me right?”

“Yes of course I still love you,” he said, in disbelief. “I love you so much. I could never stop loving you. And when you left, I was so ashamed. Then I witnessed the wreck. I thought I was going to lose you for good. And now I’m going to be a father. You’re going to be a mother.”

Y/N started to cry too. He kissed away the tears leaking down her face. “We’re going to be what we have always wanted. A family. You won’t lose me. I love you.” She grew weak with exhaustion.

“Sleep, darling,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Before he could step aside, she took his hand to stop him. “Lay with me?” she begged.

He smiled, with the usual twinkle in his eyes that she adored. “Of course.”

She scooted over, making room for him. Bucky laid down next to her. Not wanting to hurt her anymore, he cautiously enveloped her in his arms. For once in forever, they both felt harmony. All the worries and differences lost in the past. They knew the rift between them was no longer. What seemed like the perfect couple hidden under the fire, still was. And they both knew their love for each other was now stronger than ever.

[bsdwhore]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐞?

Warning: cursing but that’s it.

Request: hiii I saw ur post about requests 🥺👉👈 i was wondering u could write about aku and the fem reader having an unestablished relationship and how he would react when the reader asks him what’s going on between them 🥺🥺🥺

You’re so talented k bye 🥺👉👈💕

A/N: WTF NO IM NOT also i really like this idea ty 

You stormed into the port mafia lounge, heading straight to the vending machine for a well deserved beer. There had been something going on between you and Akutagawa for weeks now and you were getting more and more irritated as the days went by. Were you together or were you not? It was driving you insane! You’d even attempted to confront him about it on the mission you were both assigned with earlier today, but he had only shushed you and told you to focus on the target every time you started.

“Jeez. Akutagawa again?” Tachihara asked, who also had a can of beer in his hand. From your dramatics a few moments ago, you failed to notice that both gin and tachihara were already occupying the room. You only nodded and took a swig of your drink. “Why don’t you just try and actually ask him?”, Tachihara raises a brow and sniggers.

“I tried to today! But he just told me to shut up and focus on the target!” You exclaimed, slumping down on one of the red leather sofas. At this tachihara laughed and you heard gin even giggle.

“It’s not even funny. What the fuck am I supposed to do?” You sigh.

“Just try and catch him when he’s not busy I guess”, Tachihara shrugs and gin nods.

————

It turns out finding akutagawa was down to nearly impossible, let alone finding him when he wasn’t busy. You’d even gone as far as going to the Boss’s Office and asking mori himself to which he shook his head and carried on begging elise to eat some desert he had gotten made specially for her.

It seemed as if you’d searched high and low, nook and cranny and still you couldn't find him anywhere. It was only until you were just about to give up and head home, when a guard informed you that he’d left just a few minutes ago and that you could still catch up to him.

Whilst you were running to the exit, doubt crept in. What if there really wasn’t anything going on between you two? What if you totally misunderstood the whole situation? 

But all of those thoughts scuttled out of your head when you actually made it. You looked outside the glass door to see it was pouring down with rain and in the distance, a small figure wearing a long, black coat reaching past his knees was holding an umbrella. Without even bothering to grab something to shield you from the rain, you ran out.

“Akutagawa!” You call out, running towards him but it seems he doesn’t hear. 

“AKUUTAGAWAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”, You scream your lungs out and with this, he finally turns around.

“y/n?”, he furrows his brows. He looks even pretter in the rain if that were possible. The gloomy weather brought out his grey eyes and little strands of hair were stuck to his face because of the rain.

You struggle for the right words to say, trying to catch your breath. “What are we?!” You end up blurting out.

“What do you mean?” He gives you a confused look.

“Like…are we together or like dating or something…?” You look down, feeling embarassed at the sheepish question.

There was a pause before he answered. “We are aren’t we? I didn’t know I had to say. It was rather obvious to me”, then he coughs. You laugh at the akutagawa-like response and feel so relieved.

“Now get under my umbrella before you get drenched” He says, pulling you into him.

[19tozier]

oh, calamity! (richie tozier)

warnings: angst, past breakup, mention of past fighting

inspired by the song oh, calamity! by all time low

[losers + reader are 25ish]

it starts raining on your walk home from work.

it isn’t completely out of the ordinary, even in a normally sunny city like los angeles, but it’s enough of an inconvenience that your alright mood crumbles into something sour. especially when the light drizzle turns into a sudden downpour when you’re still several blocks away from your apartment.

you curse, tucking yourself into your flimsy jacket. you’re soaked through almost immediately, and it honestly wouldn’t make a difference to book it to your apartment or not, but your eyes catch on a cozy coffee shop you've been meaning to try for weeks now. at the very least, it’ll be warm, and you’ll be able to get some caffeine. your mind made up, you immediately take off for the coffee shop, dashing through the downpour and into the warm air as quickly as you can.

luckily, it’s not too busy inside; most everyone will have been smart enough to stay in their homes with such a storm outside, and the people scattered around the few tables look just as drenched as you are. you smile to yourself and step in line, ordering yourself a hot drink and a muffin.

it’s not until you turn to wait for your drink that you see him.

at first, you’re not even certain it’s him. it has, after all, been nearly three years since the last time you saw his face. but then he turns his head, and the light flashes over his glasses, and you find yourself staring into the unmistakable eyes of one richie tozier. pretty blue eyes that widen at the sight of you before very visibly shutting off.

you pray it will be enough for him to not talk to you. but the universe is not on your side today, because he pushes off of the counter he had been leaning against and walks towards you, just as confident and full of bravado as he always had been.

his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes when he stops in front of you. “hiya, toots,” he says, his arms crossing over his chest. “it’s been a while.”

his hair’s longer. it tugs at something in your heart, seeing his curls spilling in the wild way you’d always adored. he has it pulled out of his face with a bright pink scrunchie. your hands twitch with the need to push a loose curl behind his ear.

you swallow, trying your hardest not to look him in the eye. it’s difficult with him so close. but your gaze was always dragged to him like a magnet. “hi, richie,” you breathe. you’re proud that your voice doesn’t tremble. “how, um. how have you been?”

he snorts, his lip curling slightly. “really? you’re going to ask how i’ve been?”

you shrug, looking desperately to see if the barista has made your drink yet or not. you want out of this conversation as quickly as possible. “it’s the polite thing to do, tozier. though i guess that’s too much to ask of you, huh?”

you’re pleasantly surprised when it makes him laugh, though you know you shouldn’t be. he’d always liked the back and forth banter the two of you had, pushing you as far as he could and accepting when you pushed him right back. it had made the love between the two of you electric, always alive, until one day something had broken that you didn’t know how to fix, and richie had disappeared from your life before you were ready to let him go.

“didn’t lose that fire, did you?” he grins. his dimple curves into his cheek. you try not to let your eyes linger on it. “how have i been? been alright, i suppose. you know how it is, doll.”

there’s something guarded in his voice. it makes you ache to know that he has practically become a stranger to you, though you can’t find that you blame him. he used to know you better than anyone else in the world. now, you wonder if he could even remember your favorite color.

“what’ve you been up to?” you dare to ask. is it really torture if you inflict it on yourself?

richie’s breath whooshes out of him, his face falling for a fraction of a second before he pastes on that familiar cocky grin and slides his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. it does something funny to your stomach to notice it is the same one you bought him for his twenty-second birthday, the leather a rich dark brown and butter soft, obviously well-worn and well loved.

“i have my own radio show,” he tells you. there’s something that looks strangely young in his eyes. yearning for your praise. “it’s, uh, it’s actually doing pretty well. i can do my voices all i want.”

it’s bittersweet, really, because you’re so proud. you remember the period where richie was just an intern at the local station, begging for a chance to prove he could be great. you remember the period where he was only allowed to take over the late night slots, crawling into bed usually while you were getting up. you remember him staying up far past when he should have, working on his sets and his voices until you stopped him with kisses. your heart seizes in your chest.

“that’s amazing, rich,” you say through the tightness in your throat. “i’m really glad to hear it.”

he clears his throat, his cheeks flushing a gorgeous pink. “what about you, toots? finally wrote a book yet?”

your lips part, shocked that he remembers that, though maybe that’s not fair to him. he had been your muse, after all, the feelings he inspired in you weaving through every idea you could ever manage to have. “yeah,” you breathe, staring up at him with wide eyes. “yeah, i’m writing it right now.”

his smile stays small but it brightens considerably, genuine happiness in the curve of his bottom lip. “i’m glad, doll. i told you you could do it.”

it makes both of you stiffen, the blatant reminder of the history the two of you share. in an attempt to stifle it, you let yourself smirk, raking your eyes up his body. “you look good.”

and the goddamn problem was that he did. he seemed settled in his skin in a way he hadn’t when the two of you had been together, too young to really understand himself yet. now, his broad shoulders are straight, not hunched in on himself, and there’s an air of confidence about him that is unfamiliar but deeply satisfying. you wish you had been there to watch the transformation take place.

he matches your expression, mouth tugging into a lazy smirk. he takes the smallest step closer, towering over you. “thanks, sugar. you look fucking gorgeous, but i’m sure you knew that.” something hesitant passes over his face. “(y/n)—”

“richie,” you beg, half crazed with it. you know that look. you can’t handle that look. “don’t do this.”

he shakes his head, determination settling in the planes of his face. “no, (y/n), you don’t. i need to fucking say this, okay? i need to tell you—”

“richie,” you say again, desperate.

“i need to tell you how much i miss you,” he says over you, his own eyes sparking hotly. “i fucking miss you, sugar, so much it drives me crazy. it’s been three years and i still miss you every fucking day.”

“we broke up,” you remind him, feeling your heart shatter in your chest. “we—we were fighting constantly, don’t tell me you forgot.”

but he’s shaking his head, his shoulders hunching in to get closer to you. “we could’ve made it work,” he says fiercely. “i fucking loved you. i love you. always have, always will. i’m yours, toots, no matter what.”

your chest trembles at how raw his voice is. you’ve rarely seen richie like this, vulnerable and passionate. you want to reach out for him, but there’s something stopping you. in your head, you remember the night he left, where his passion had erupted in a fight so severe you had felt your ribcage break wide open in agony.

“rich,” you whisper, heartbreak in that single syllable.

whatever you’re feeling must show in your face. his expression goes guarded again, straightening up to his full height and passing a rough hand over his face. you ache to feel the distance between you two.

“i just needed to tell you,” he murmurs, his voice low. he glances at you, then at the counter where your coffee has yet to be made. “i guess i’ll see you around, sugar.”

he doesn’t wait for your reply. he doesn’t wait for his coffee. he just turns, huddling in on himself, and pushes back out into the pouring rain.

for a moment, you stand numb. you can’t believe what just happened, seeing the man who will forever own your heart for the first time since he broke it. your body wants to shut down, fall apart right here on this coffee shop floor, coming apart at the seams at the way richie had looked at you. you berate yourself for having him so close and letting him slip right through your fingers, not able to reach out enough to hold him close.

then your legs unlock and you whirl around, ignoring the surprised looks of the people around you. it may not work out, it might end up hurting you more, but you can’t let him go. not again.

you rush out into the rain, barely noticing the downpour that soaks you again. for a moment, you can’t see anything, then your eyes catch on his silhouette, steadily walking away from you. you take off towards him, willing your body to go faster.

“richie, wait!”

he turns just as you crash into him, jumping into his arms and willing him to catch you. he does, he always has, and when his arms come up around you it feels like coming home.

richie’s kiss is achingly familiar, the taste of him somehow completely the same. he kisses you so desperately, clutching you closer than you’ve ever been before, the rain doing nothing to put out the fire growing inside of you. you swallow his whimper, stroking your thumbs along his cheekbones, wanting nothing more than to climb inside of his ribcage so you never have to be without him ever again. he holds you like he wants to do the same.

finally, your kisses slow down, become sweet and soft. he gently places you on your feet, cupping your face in his hands.

“i love you too, i love you so fucking much,” you tell him, your voice cracking. “i’m so sorry i didn’t follow you that night.” you’ve regretted it since the door had slammed shut behind him.

his smile finally reaches his eyes. you melt at the sight of him, soft and sweet and in love, just for you. “it’s okay, sugar,” he murmurs to you. “you followed me this time.”

“i’ll follow you anywhere,” you say, the truth pulsing wild in your chest. “i’m not letting you go. not ever.”

he laughs, the sound wet and buoyant. “that a threat, baby?”

you thread your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. “no,” you breathe against his mouth, kissing him over and over and over. you’ll be damned if you ever stop kissing him ever again. “it’s a promise.”

[spectracully]

crash the crush.

pairings : senior student!xiaojun x sophomore student!reader warnings : profanity, underage drinking, mentions of drugs genre : fluff, a bit of crack? highschool!au word count : 4.3k

summary : what are the odds of crashing into your crush during the neighborhood-friendly run and mutual friends party?

You were pissed off when your mum said you need to work your lazy ass off. Well, if it's on the summer break, you'll most likely agree with her. But it's only the weekend, and you've been studying your ass off these days. A lazy weekend is something you earned, but your mum decided to rain on your lazy parade.

With all those groans and deep sighs, you storm off your house wearing your workout gear. Not much, only a windbreaker jacket paired with shorts and running shoes. Popping your airpods on both of your ears to blast some jams, you take some light jogging steps on your neighborhood. It's only 4.30 pm, and kinda windy, why the fuck are you doing this? That's right, because mum literally compared you to your neighbor's daughter, Giselle, who recently won a karate tournament. Now mum won't even shut up how much she wants an active daughter, not the lazy one. Yikes.

Back to the streets by Saweetie & Jhene Aiko plays, and you hear a message notification on your airpods. Still on your light jogs, you glance at the notification.

yeri<3 : yo yeri<3 : wyd

You stop jogging for a while to write your bestfriend back. It's saturday, she's probably asking you to hangout along with the gang. Yeri gets easily bored at home and in constant need of hanging out.

y/n : running  💃 💃 💃 y/n : mum said i need to be giselle

You continue your pace while waiting for her reply. You can see your neighborhood clearly now, seeing the details, since you always go to school in a sleepy state, not really noticing the environment, and also going home from school mostly sleeping in your brother's car.

The notification rings again. It must be Yeri.

yeri<3 : bitch thats a dancing emoji yeri<3 : running in a weather like this? yeri<3 : damn straight u wanna be giselle

You chuckle as you’re about to type the messages once more, the weather is fine, what the hell is she talking about? But then Yeri is still typing. 

yeri<3 : n e ways yeri<3 : party at lucas' 8pm yeri<3 : be there or be fucking square 💀 💀 💀

You sigh. There she goes. No other option than tag along with her, but it's not like you hate it anyway. Lucas' party is always awesome, you and your friends also will get a VIP pass because he's a good friend of yours too, despite the fact that you're not even in the same grade as him, he's one year above you and Yeri.

y/n : weather is nice dont jinx it y/n : fine but pick me up y/n : cuz doyoung won't let me drive his car

You send the messages to Yeri to prove her the weather is fine, and indicates that you agree to go to Lucas' house tonight, it's a great night to probably get wasted after all those tiring run mum decided to toss on you. It's gonna be fun, anyways. But the thing about hanging out with Lucas and his senior friends.. You might've developed a big fat crush with one of Lucas' closest friends, Xiaojun. 

You barely had an interaction with him, though, because he's usually the quiet and calm one in Lucas' closest friends group. Lucas himself is already so fucking loud, not to mention Hendery, the good-looking clown and moodmaker. There's also Jungwoo, the one who looks very calm but actually won't shut up once you talk to him. Mark too, the giggly one with some lame jokes. Well, going to Lucas' party tonight means you can see Xiaojun, probably getting the chances that you'll have some interaction over some boozes or something is also quite high.

After feeling all warmed up, you decide to give yourself a run around the block. Yeri's right, it's a funny weather to run. It's windy, but the more you stay outside, the cloud is getting darker and darker. You also knew that you're not really alone, who's doing this athletic bullshit in this kind of weather, you noticed that a boy is also doing this silly run when you were typing messages to Yeri. Probably just another neighbor's child being scolded by his mum of how Giselle is so athletic that his mum also wants an active son? Welp, you didn't see his face anyway, you were glued to the phone when you saw the figure running from the side.

It's not even a minute after you started running, Yeri already replied again. Is she really that bored that she doesn't have anything to do?

yeri<3 : ok i'll pick u up at 7 yeri<3 : um.. its fucking raining, y/n yeri<3 : go home and take a shower yeri<3 : pick ur clothes and put on some makeup instead yeri<3 : its saturday night, activate your hoe protocol yeri<3 : mr xiaojun is going to be there tonight

You stop running and stare at her messages. Raining? Is she drunk or what? It's not even 5pm yet and here she is, hallucinating-

Oop. There it goes. You feel some water drops on your head. Your hand. It was slow at first, but then the raindrops are getting harder and harder, it's pouring. 

"Motherfu-" you let out a curse, you should've trusted Yeri on this. As an intuitive homo sapiens with XX chromosomes, you scan through the streets, looking for some shelter to wait the rain to stop. Spotting a bus stop with a large steel canopy, you run like your life depended on it, avoiding the rain.

Finally arriving, you sigh and sit on the installed chair, typing messages to Yeri.

y/n : omg bitch ur right its raining y/n : should've pretended im dead in my room so mum wont bug me y/n : u know what after the rain ends im gonna sprint back home and take a fucking shower y/n : the universe doesnt like it when im trying to be giselle, it gave me rain instead

You sigh as you shuffle through your playlist, looking for some fun jams to pass your time through the rain, when somebody suddenly approaches you.

"Hi, do you mind if I take a seat here?" a boy asks, pointing to the chair next to you. You look up, and suddenly the next thing you wanna do is ascend your soul the fuck out of your body to the sky. 

Oh boy. It's Xiaojun. The boy you won't shut up about. He’s wearing a white loose tank and grey sweatpants, drenched in his own sweat. Oh god. This is truly an attack for you. What the fuck is he doing here? And why must you meet him at your mess like being all salty because of those running fiasco and the rain? While wearing your not-so-fashionable workout gear and not-so-tidy ponytails? Oh god.

You can feel your heart is about to explode when you realize that he is actually the person who is also doing the stupid running at this very weather, you just didn't notice it sooner because you were on your damn phone. Damn, mum was right, everything happened because you were always on your damn phone.

"No, of course! Take a seat!" you answer him, trying your best to crack your sweetest smile although it's more like sweatiest not sweetest.

He smiles back at you, taking a seat next to you, then his eyes get back to his phone, completely glued. Damn this is the only cardio that is worth it, no running, no jumping, no huff that huff this, only sitting next to Xiaojun on a rainy day on a bus stop. Wonderful.

You quickly whip up the messaging app to type all kinds of gibberish and send it to Yeri. She knows what shit is about to go down when you speak gibberish to her.

y/n : FUCKJSHSJJSKSJK YERI y/n : OH MY FUCKING GOD SJSGSJSHSKJSK

Lucky you, Yeri has nothing to do than respond to your messages, she stays put on the chat room.

yeri<3 : OMG BITCH WHAT yeri<3 : SKSHSJJSKS YOU SCARED ME

y/n : HE's FUCKING HERE AHSJSHSJEK

yeri<3 : OMG WHOS HE?? yeri<3 : THE DEVIL??? IS HE GONNA TAKE UR SOUL? SKEJSJKSKSK

y/n : XIAOJUN y/n : TURNS OUT HE ALSO LIVES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD

yeri<3 : ASKJSJSKSK WHAT yeri<3 : HOW

y/n : KAHSKSJKS omg bitch y/n : i was sheltering myself from the goddamn rain y/n : im in bus stop rn y/n : this angel came to accompany me y/n : HE WAS RUNNING TOO OMG y/n : omg yeri just so u know if im not there when u pick me up y/n : its bc im in church getting married with my man xiaojun

yeri<3 : BITCH OMG SKSKSKSKK yeri<3 : GET MARRIED RN yeri<3 : WAIT dont waste the chance yeri<3 : talk to him rn!!!

You swear you're about to scream when Yeri sends that. She was actually right, this is your chance to talk to him, considering that you didn't really interact that much with him. But really? He didn't even say a word when he sat, probably didn't even remember your name? The disappointment slowly gets into your head.

You freeze on the spot. torn between wanting to talk to him and just let it slide, you'll see him again tonight as Lucas' house, right?

Just when you decide to give up and not say a word, he turns his head to you.

"Hey, I didn't know you live in this neighborhood too," he starts.

Oh god. If every time your heart beats fast you get a dollar, you'd probably have your own private island by now.

You try to play it cool when actually on the inside you wanna scream I LIKE YOU to his face rn. "Oh? Oh yes, my house is number 13." you answer calmly,

He cracks a smile, “13? You’re Doyoung’s little sister?”

Oh god. What the fuck is this clownery? He knows Doyoung? Why and how? At this rate you just wanna evaporate to the rain, what if Doyoung actually knows that you liked Xiaojun and he spills it? Oh god. 

You smile back at him, holding the panic you’ve been keeping since he mentioned Doyoung’s name. “Yep. I’m his sister.”

“Oh god, why didn’t I notice that earlier? I could’ve taken care of you at school!” he exclaims, and you sure you just wanna evaporate to the rain. Him? Taking care of you at school? YES PLEASE!

You let out a small giggle, trying to be as calm as possible when in reality you’re very sure you just wanna melt like a goddamn popsicle on a hot summer day. “So, how do you know my brother, actually?”

He laughs a bit, wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Oh god, he’s just so beautiful. “Well.. Doyoung and I used to be a dynamic duo in the school's choir, until he graduated.”

Oh, that. Doyoung is pretty serious about his career in the school’s choir, but you did not expect that Xiaojun is actually a part of it. Of course, he has the face of an angel, the voice is included.

“Now I know why Doyoung never let me come to his house. Turns out he has a cute- I mean, h-he has a sister, and that’s you! M-Maybe he’s afraid I’ll bother you or s-something.” he continues, stuttering a bit, and letting out an awkward laugh. You laugh again, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks that you can’t hide no more. DID HE JUST SAY DOYOUNG HAS A CUTE SISTER? DID HE JUST SAY YOU’RE CUTE? DID HE-

But then, good things always come to an end. The goddamn rain stops. Oh fuck, no more chitter chatter with the dear crush. Just when it is the fucking time you need to hear the goddamn wedding bells, the rain decided to stop on your rain parade. Fuck.

He looks up, and seems like noticing the rain has stopped. “Well, Y/n. Lucas is having a party tonight, are you coming?”

You can feel your cheeks are still heating from his words, you shyly nod to him. Welp, maybe the rain has stopped, but this stupid crush? No. It goes on. Very much.

He stands up, straightening his white loose tank, getting ready to probably sprint back home. “Okay. See you tonight then, I’m going home. Have a good run!” he says as he walks away from the bus stop, leaving you dumbfounded. And lovestruck. That’s a win, alright.

Xiaojun slowly fades away from your view, and you’re still drowning on your pool of love. Yep, that’s it. You can’t even hold it, you quickly dial Yeri’s number to break out the news.

“What is it, Y/n? You literally left me on read for like 14 minutes straight and now you-”

“YERI LISTEN I’M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT AND THAT’S A FUCKING FACT!” you shout to the phone, you can picture Yeri is probably goggling out her eyes right now.

“Girl, just because Xiaojun just asked you why the fuck were you running at times like this it doesn’t mean-”

“HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you blurted out,cutting her sentences for the second time,

“-you’re getting married- WHAT?? HE CALLED YOU WHAT?” Yeri yelled from the phone, now it’s pretty clear that Yeri is probably jumping her ass off right now.

You sprint your way to home, while holding your phone to your ears, continuing to give Yeri the details about the bus stop conversation you had earlier. Now she’s just yelling at you to pick the right dress and pamper yourself up, the probability you’ll marry Xiaojun at Lucas’ party is increasing. Sure it does.

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It’s 11.28 PM, 3 hours and a half since you and Yeri just arrived at Lucas’ house, escaping from Doyoung’s warning to you, to get back in one piece, and most importantly, sober. As if you’re gonna leave Lucas’ house sober, that’s funny, alright. You and Yeri were greeted by Yangyang and Donghyuck, who are currently setting up the table for snacks and drinks. That was probably the first time you saw Donghyuck ever setting up something, because if not, Jungwoo would’ve set his ass on fire.

The party madness has started, seems like everybody already has enough alcohol running on their system. Lucas is already losing his shirt and starts twerking in the middle of his house along with Jaemin and Jungwoo. Ah yes, the thot trio already started their thing, and all you have to do is just stay back and avoid getting dragged to the dance mess, because the chance of Jungwoo and Jaemin will start grinding at you is kinda high right now.. Considering their.. Twerking fiasco.

You sit back on the couch and watch your friends getting crazy over the playlist Yangyang made just for this event, sipping on your cocktails that Donghyuck put god-knows-what in it, he said it’s just cherry juice mixed with gin and brandy, but somehow it tastes kinda citrusy. You glance to the right, only to see Yeri making out with some random guy (probably one of Lucas’ friends named Changbin but oh well, that’s Yeri’s business).

Slightly grossed out and sad because apparently you’re not making out with Xiaojun right now, you make your way to the patio, and find the crowd that circle around a spinning bottle. Interested, you join Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Yeji, Hyunjin, Sungchan, Karina, Vernon, Hendery, and of course, the (hottest) most important person right now, Xiaojun.

“Welcome! As a newly joined member.. Truth or dare?” Jeno greets you as you take a seat between Mark and Sungchan. Well, you’d love to sit beside Xiaojun, but apparently, that seat is already taken by Hendery and Vernon.

You silently glance at Xiaojun, who is wearing a denim jacket with light-yellow knit top underneath, paired with white trousers. Damn, he looks so damn good that you wanna cry a river.

Your head comes back to the question Jeno asked. Today’s your day, be bold or bald. It’s time. “Well, I’m not gonna put my drunk antics to waste. Dare then.” you answer boldly, earning a few ‘ooooh’s from your friends.

Jeno snickers. Well, fuck. Guess you’re a bit too damn bold tonight, the realization suddenly hits you like a fucking trainwreck, Jeno is kinda extreme for games like this. Wrong choice, y/n. You gulp as you wait for Jeno to come up with something.

“I dare you to kiss Xiaojun!” Jeno exclaims, clapping both of his hands like a goddamn happy seal. Mark and Hendery are high-fiving right now, throwing whistles around Xiaojun, who is silent as a fucking rock.

Oh god. Things you’ve said about not putting your drunk antics to waste should’ve stayed in that goddamn draft. This is where Jeno takes you, even though you’re secretly happy that you finally get to kiss your goddamn crush, that shit is EMBARRASSING. If you wanna evaporate to the waters, then it’s probably the right time to do it.

But why Xiaojun though? Is your big fat crush on him too obvious?

You freeze on the spot as you awkwardly smile and stare at Jeno. This shit can’t be real. Jeno is goddamn crazy. You can feel the air is getting hot, whether it’s because the alcohol starts kicking in, or just because the blood is rushing through your head.

“Scared, aren’t you?” Jeno taunts you, sipping his beer as the rest of the group laugh except you and Xiaojun, who is currently staring at you with a questionable expression. Is he pleased? Or is he pissed? Oh god.

“I-I’m not!” you answer him, leaning to Xiaojun, gulping once more before asking him, “You’re okay with this though?”

Xiaojun smirks, “How can I say no to you?” he asks back, accompanied by a few ‘ayyy~’ from the boys, sending butterflies to your stomach. Your face is probably as red as a tomato by now.

Good god. Is this the same Xiaojun who is quiet, calm, and collected among his friends? Why suddenly he is so bold? Oh, he’s probably just drunk and won’t remember this kiss anyway.. You lean closer to him, closing the gap between his face and yours by sealing the kiss. His lips are soft yet firm, almost like a grape jelly you had earlier this afternoon, with a hint of vodka, of course.

After a few seconds, you finally pull out and linger your eyes on him. It’s beautiful, and mesmerizing. You just wish that you can see it again, and only for you, no one else. As you get back to your seat, you take one more last glance at him, that is currently also glancing at you, with his cheeks red.

Okay. You definitely heard the wedding bells, thanks Jeno. That’s probably one of your dreams, and thanks to Jeno, it came true. But unfortunately, Xiaojun probably won’t feel the same, or worse, he’ll probably forget about it tomorrow.

Everyone claps, exchanging happy exclaims and cheers as if you just said ‘I do’ to Xiaojun lol, when in reality, you were just doing the dare Jeno gave you. You gulp bitterly as the game goes on and on.

-----

It’s an hour past midnight, 1.12 AM to be exact. Thank god you’re not that shitfaced, but Yeri is. She is not even capable of doing anything anymore except being all smiley and shit, Changbin already drove her home like fifteen minutes ago, leaving you behind in Lucas’ lair. You suddenly felt the urge to thank god that Yeri made a fantastic decision last minute before picking you up, she used a taxi instead of driving. If she hadn’t, you’re probably stuck driving her home right now.

You scan through the house while leaning through the stair railings, looking for an easy target to get a free ride. Finally spotted your friends, you now have 3 choices : Donghyuck (who is currently seducing some random girl), Yangyang (who is now playing mobile games with Jaemin and Chenle), or Mark (who recently just hit a goddamn blunt, but he’s very capable to drive).

You sip your glass of water, making up your mind for your ride home. But then, suddenly someone taps on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna go home? Like, right now? I can drive you- I mean, our house is like, near.” you hear Xiaojun speaking to you, holding his car keys on his left hand.

Good gracious, is this even real? Like, Xiaojun, is actually asking you to go home with him? Is this real? Or are you just hallucinating from the goddamn weed you take 10 minutes ago from Lucas?

You stare at him blankly. He bit his lip, “I mean- If you wanna stay longer- or probably-”

“Yes, of course! Let’s go.” you smile at him, cutting off his words.

3 times in a day. Good job, Y/n! The wedding is up ahead!

He smiles and gives you a gesture, “Ladies first.”

-

The drive is not as awkward as you thought. Turns out, Xiaojun is full of surprise though, you nearly choked when he said he once formally apologized to Doyoung before he stood up to defend the dignity of Mint Chocolate Chip flavored ice cream. It’s delightful to find out that he has similar tastes as you, from ice cream flavor to music and school subjects.

Xiaojun also told you the reason why he was on the run earlier, he was bored. Damn, look at it, the difference between a forced daughter whose mum wants an active child, and a bored model-student. He said he didn’t expect to see you because he was embarrassed, he was drenched in sweat.

You can feel the butterflies on your stomach grow wilder and wilder from every word he said, or maybe it’s just the way he smiles when he talks to you? Welp, if it’s anything to do with Xiaojun, you’ll most likely get butterflies.

Just when you thought he was drunk, he is not. He’s capable of driving you home and carrying on some fun convos, also remembering little things. So.. perhaps, he is not going to forget the kiss you shared because of Jeno’s dare?

As you keep on exchanging conversation with him, suddenly it’s time to get off his car and get back to your house, get ready to deal with Doyoung’s nags and scolds for getting home this late.

You giggle as you take the seat belt off, smiling at the brown haired boy.

“Thank you for driving me home, Xiaojun. It was fun.” you say to him, waving him goodbye as you open the door. He smiles and waves back at you.

Just when you’re about to open the gate of your house, you hear the sound of slamming car doors. You turn around and see Xiaojun standing in front of you, eyes sparkling like a goddamn star. Unfortunately, it’s not Christmas.. If it is, all you want for Christmas is to stare at Xiaojun’s beautiful eyes all day, and probably get married to him.

“Um.. Y/n.. I don’t know how to say this but.. The kiss you gave me earlier, it’s kinda..” he starts, smiling sheepishly.

Oh god, what now? It’s kinda what? Gross? You swear you’ll kill Jeno if you hear that from Xiaojun.

You gaze at him as you wait for him to complete his sentences.

“It’s kinda.. Making me feel.. Things.” he finally continues, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you, flustered. It’s pretty cute.

You giggle at him a little, the butterflies come back, or maybe they never even left?

“Don’t laugh, Y/n. I’m being honest, I was pretty embarrassed to run into you during sheltering, and now you’re laughing at me for-”

You let out a big laugh before you pull him to another kiss. This one is a bit longer, more passionate and intimate, unlike the one you had before. He cups your cheek as you feel him smiling during the kiss.

“I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy- but your fast typing was very.. Intriguing.. I might’ve seen you texting Yeri at the bus stop.” he giggles after you pull out from the kiss.

Yikes. You feel like you’re about to burst now. He saw you texting Yeri? What kind of clownery is this? Did he see you typing- oh god, that’s too embarrassing to remember.

“No! That’s too embarrassing!” you cover your face, he laughs once more.

“Now, which church are we going to? I’m pretty sure you said we’re getting married tonight, right?” he takes your hands off your face, grinning widely.

You pout and lightly hit him, only to be attacked by his hugs a second later. Aww, finally, dreams do come true. You stay on his embrace for a few more minutes, no talking, just comfortable silence and realization that you’re on Xiaojun’s arms right now.

You glance at your watch, Doyoung would be furious by now. Telling him that you really have to go before Doyoung can rise from his sleep and beat your ass, you finally wave goodbye to him as he gets back to his car.

Finally entering the house, you’re greeted by Doyoung who’s standing in front of you, holding a bowl of salad on his right hand.

“So, kissing Xiaojun in front of my salad?” he raises his eyebrow.

You stick out your tongue as you make your way upstairs. Technically, not in front of Doyoung’s salad, because the door was closed. He’s probably looking through the window, such a nosy brother. You laugh at the thought of Doyoung getting furious while eating his salad as you get a message.

Xiaojun : so, see you at school? Xiaojun : can’t wait to hold your hand on monday ;)

[tooruluv]

Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 5 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 2,101

warnings/notes: hey guys! i made a twitter :) it’s @ tooruluvv if any of you want more updates or just joke about my stories/characters! anyway, i hope you all enjoy this one <3

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Hana opened the door, greeting you with a fake smile plastered on her face. Suddenly, Kageyama’s penthouse was Kageyama and Hana’s. You tried not to think about the fact you were here no more than a day ago.

You tried not to think of the fact her fiancé, the man she loved, had been inside of you on the couch, against that wall, in the bed she would lay down in later.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long!” Hana spoke as she opened the door to let you in. “How did you find me? Actually, don’t answer that. How have you been?”

You were going to be nice. You were going to pretend to put a smile on your face and pretend that nothing happened. Instead, as soon as you walked through the door, you turned on your heels.

“Let’s not fake this. How are you and Kageyama?” Your words were venom.

Hana froze. She avoided your eyes. “I… um.. I was going to tell you. I was.”

“But you didn’t.” You scoffed. “So, were you going to tell me before or after you got married?”

This would be a fair fight, you thought. You could punch her perfect face and break her nose, easy. She was around the same height as you, too, maybe a little taller. But you were definitely angrier. You could beat her ass.

“I was going to tell you when it all happened. But then I thought it would have been awful, so I waited. And then, I just kept waiting. And then it just seemed way too late.” She didn’t blink, hugging herself as if that would make you feel something for her.

“You’re my best friend. He’s my ex. Even a text would’ve been nice.”

It was at that moment that the man of the hour decided to walk through the door. The second Tobio Kageyama entered, he froze. His gym bag fell out of his hand. “What’s… what’s going on here?” He asked, nervousness basically sweating off of him.

“Nothing!” Hana sent him a smile. You watched her. “Look who’s back! I was just inviting her to stay with us and help me with the wedding details!”

You raised a brow, looking around to try to figure out where the fuck that came from. Kageyama’s eyes found yours, and you didn’t know what to say.

“Right?” Hana turned to you, arm now linked with her fiancé’s. A protective gesture.

“Yeah. Yeah.” You lied, staring directly at Hana. “She was just asking me to stay in the guest room until I get my own place. Help prep for the wedding.”

Hana transferred from the states in grade school. The two of you sat next to each other in class and you knew immediately that you would end up becoming best friends.

She was the only American in your school, and you were intrigued to say the least. She spoke fluent English and Japanese, had blonde hair and blue eyes, didn’t really understand Japanese customs. You were the first one who helped her out.

“You can call me Hana.” She told you when you introduced yourself.

With a smile on your face and a pack of gummy bears in your hand, you let her call you by your first name too.

You called Oikawa almost immediately. Hana told you to get your things from the hotel you were staying at, smiling the entire time as though you were simply best friends and everything was okay.

“What the fuck?” Oikawa growled over the phone. “Beat her ass. Seriously. I condone and will bail you out of jail.”

“I don’t know what happened.” You swiped your keycard. “I want to figure out what the fuck happened while I was gone that made them think getting together was a good idea. If helping with the wedding solved that unsolved mystery…then so be it.”

“You’re seriously going to go through with that whole fake story?”

“It hurts.” You shoved your extras into your suitcase. “And it sucks. And I would love to beat her ass. But I’m just going to go through the motions and hoping for the best. It isn’t like I haven’t done worse.”

“I fully believe that her going behind your back and marrying your ex-boyfriend that you clearly are not over trumps you sleeping with him one time.”

“Your logic is flawed.”

“And so is yours.” You heard movement from behind him. “Hey, I got to go. But let me know what brilliant story she concocts.”

The wind had picked up outside, rain pouring and clouds dark. They were still at practice, slaving away in hopes to go to nationals.

You waited by the lockers. Kageyama promised to meet you right after practice to start the weekend, and you agreed wholeheartedly. You forgot that he liked to spend a lot of extra time after.

Their captain, Daichi if you remembered correctly, was the first to leave. He caught your eye as you sat on the floor.

“You might want to go interrupt him and tell him to clean up.” He sent you a smile. “You know how he is.”

“You’re not wrong.” You chuckled. “Are you sure it’s alright that I interrupt?”

“Practice is over. Besides, I will never be the one to tell you to stop them from overworking.”

You thanked him and he waved you goodbye, heading out into the worst of the storm. You headed to the gym, hoping to get your boyfriend to leave practice early and come with you to watch a movie at yours. The sound of volleyballs hitting the court floors echoed from outside.

“Babe.” You called as you entered. You distracted them for sure, the ball instantly hitting the floor by Kageyama’s feet.

“Oh, hey.” He walked towards you. Hinata stayed behind, picking up the ball where it laid. “Hey. I promise we were only going to stay a little longer.”

“I know.” You reached for his hands. He let you hold them, despite the little ginger giggling behind you both. “It’s just storming pretty bad outside. I didn’t want to get caught up in it.”

“Okay. What if you wait for just a couple more sets and we can go?”

“Kags…”

“Please.” He linked his pinky with yours. “Just a couple more. And then you can pick the movie.”

This was different. New. He was asking you (no, he was begging you) for something. You weren’t used to him like that.

“Just a couple more. I want to see the quick attack in action.” You looked over Kageyama’s shoulder to his shorter friend. “Hi, Hinata!”

Hinata waved at you, blush spreading across his face. “Just watch us! You’ll love it.”

So you did. You watched Kageyama set the ball, Hinata spike it in a split second. If you blinked, you would’ve missed it. You were at a loss for words.

Living up to his promise, he only did it around five or six more times. That’s all it took, really, to improve even a little bit. It wasn’t long before the gym was clean and you were saying goodbye to Hinata.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you?”

“He doesn’t need to be walked.” Kageyama muttered at the same time Hinata exclaimed, “No! Really, I like to bike in the rain!”

Kageyama took your hand in his under the umbrella as you walked away. He knew that he was in love with you. He was vulnerable around you, he loved your affection and praise, and he loved the way you looked as the moon reflected off of your cheek.

“You guys are amazing.” You told him. Another praise to go straight to his heart. “You have been practicing so hard, I really hope to see you do that move at a game soon. What do you call it again?”

“A quick attack.”

“The quick attack.” You repeated. “It’s amazing. I’m extremely proud.”

He had to hold back a smile. “T-T-Thank you.”

The last conversation you had with Hana was a little over two years ago. You had kept in contact for the most part. She gushed over Tsukishima a majority of the time, and you told her about the amazing places you went.

Speaking of Kei Tsukishima, where the fuck was he in all of this? What happened between them?

You thought about calling or texting the tall blonde, but you didn’t have anyway to contact him. Maybe you could call Hinata and ask. Or force it out of Kageyama.

Your bedroom (or rather, the guest bedroom you are staying in) was pretty messy, your things everywhere yet nowhere at once. You didn’t plan on staying very long, so you did your best to keep things in your suitcase or near it. Like a vacation, you thought. Like a very sucky, sucky vacation.

It was ridiculous.

The bedroom was huge, and you had glass windows on two entire walls (with curtains installed for privacy). The view was insane. The dark wood flooring contrasted with the white and modern feel of the room. It was gorgeous. It was ridiculous.

A hand grasped your wrist. You were spun around, face to face with the man of the house. If he seen you ogling the room, he said nothing.

It’s dead silent. His eyes gazed into yours. You stared back, just as silent, terrified.

It’s been almost too long, standing too close, for one of you not to say something. So, you started, “Kags..”

He had to close his eyes after you said his nickname. You didn’t expect your voice to sound so small.

“Promise me that you won’t tell her.” His voice broke at the end of his plea.

The image of Hana, his beautiful bride, played on his mind. How happy she would be, how happy he will be. He couldn’t imagine the idea of getting back together with you, breaking all of the promises that have yet to be fulfilled.

He couldn’t break Hana’s heart like you did his.

You swallow hard because you knew what he was thinking. It didn’t take much explaining to know. It sent a pain to your chest to know that after all of these years, and while he knew you better than anyone else, he still didn’t know you at all.

You would never be that heartless.

“You must think very low of me to think I would do something like that.” You told him, looking to the floor. “I would never. I won’t.”

Kageyama registered your words into his head and it took him a few seconds to believe you.

When he finally does, he nodded slowly. More to himself than anything. And turned to leave, dropping your wrists.

You wanted to call after him, to stop him and tell him right then and there that you were sorry. You wanted the never ending apologies to come, get some closure. But when he’s almost out of the door, he’s the one to halt and start speaking.

“Just. Stay the fuck away from me and my fiancé.” He didn’t want you here. He didn’t want you.

You couldn’t breathe. You waited as you felt the unbearable heat in uour cheeks and the burning in your throat. You stood there, staring blankly at the door where the love of your life just walked out of. You tried as hard as you could to not cry, or scream.

[wonderrdies]

if love be rough with you - part 2

In which you and Harry are professors at a prestigious Art and Language university and the animosity of part one is discussed. Also, you fuck.

disclaimer: just a huge thank you to everyone who said nice things about part one, especially @for-fucks-sake-h​. I hope y’all enjoy this one!

warnings: it has sex, folks. I’m not that good at writing it, but it’s in there. also, use condoms; these intellectuals are very fictional and also horny dumbasses. 

word-count: about 6,000 words

part 1

As the car rolled to a stop, lighting tore across the sky.

 “Come upstairs,” you said. Obnoxiously loud thunder boomed, providing much needed context for your invitation. You didn’t like the idea of him in your space, your privacy and vulnerability out in the open where he could pick them apart. The alternative was worse, though. Finding him annoying wasn’t the same as wanting him dead in a ditch.

“No need,” Harry said calmly, the way he did everything else.

“Look, just come upstairs and leave once the rain stops. You owe me, remember?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting you to fight him on this. His coat was still draped over your shoulders and you had spent the last fifteen minutes in his comfortable leather seats, sipping on a water bottle he got you at a gas station. There was also a milk chocolate bar on your lap, the kind you used to eat during movie nights in university. You knew what he was thinking: if he had owed you, that didn’t look to be the case anymore. But half an hour of kindness didn’t erase the sound of his condescending darling making you feel small and embarrassed, especially when you were the one trying to help him. 

“I’m not going to say please, Harry. Let’s go.”

So you walked out into the pouring rain, barely keeping from slipping and falling on your ass. His coat precariously covered your hair as you fumbled for your keys and finally got into the building. 

Harry was right behind you, not saying a word as you climbed the stairs. The apartment looked so much smaller with him in it. You refused to feel embarrassed, but you could see him examining every corner from his spot next to the door as you dropped your purse and keys onto the counter that separated the kitchen and your bed.

"I—" you stopped yourself before telling him I know it's small. Having a home of your own, no matter how small, was not something you would apologize for. "Do you want something to drink or eat?"

You proceeded to take off your shoes, tie your hair back in a ponytail and brush your teeth, all while Harry stood, stiff, in the same spot without giving you an answer.

"Styles, what the hell?"

"Huh," was his brilliant response.

"Huh what?"

"You just look a little different, 's all." 

"Must be the gin," you said. "Speaking of which, do you want water or wine?"

"Water's good," smiling to himself, he said: "Thank you."

"What's so amusing?" 

His smile faded and you instantly regretted asking. While you poured his glass of water to the sound of heavy rain, Harry leaned on your door as if ready to run away at any second. It was a little hurtful, if you were being honest.

“You can have a seat, you know,” you handed him the glass, hoping to sound breezy and relaxed, or whatever. It didn’t come naturally. “The rain’s not going anywhere for awhile.”

Harry nodded and sitted on one of the two kitchen stools. The fact that he was so quiet almost made you miss his usual outspokenness. 

As he drank his water, you sorted through the drawers of your dresser in the awkward silence, pushing aside turtlenecks and pencil skirts so you could get dry and actually comfortable clothes. Two t-shirts, two boxer shorts.

“I’ll change into something dry, you should probably do it too,” you pointed to the clothes you just dropped onto the bed, his eyes on you the whole time. “I figure these might fit you.” And before you could talk yourself out of it, you said: “You can also practice saying words while I’m in there.”

The bathroom door clicked as it closed between the two of you. Taking a deep breath, you undressed while listening for any sign that he had moved from the kitchen stool. A sign that he was mirroring your every move, peeling off wet clothing while trying to picture the other side of the door. It was foolish to project your filthy thoughts into Harry, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted so badly to believe that he was out there wanting you too, that he didn’t bring up that night so often just to humiliate you. 

The soft cotton of the old university t-shirt you wore to bed looked like something out of a time machine under the bright bathroom lights with him standing outside. How many nights had you worn that same thing and smiled at him from across whatever room, beating yourself up for not being able to just say hello? Maybe more than hello. 

All of it seemed to have happened many lives ago.

“Can I come out? Are you decent?” you asked, barely recognizing your own voice. It sounded too casual. 

“Decent, me?” his answer came muffled. “Never, darling.”

You walked out, only to find yourself in a scene straight out of a porno. Harry was leaning on your kitchen counter, amusement in his eyes, dressed in your shakespeare is my boyfriend extra large t-shirt and way-too-tight boxers. His lilac pants and cream sweater laid in a pile on your bed looking like an afterthought and, even though he looked so different from his usual posh self, his pearl necklace was still decorating his absolutely maddening neck. He looked so much bigger. Maybe it was the way your clothes clung to his biceps and thighs, or the fact you hadn’t been this close to him without heels in years. Maybe your apartment was just too small.

“Am I wearing some other guy’s underwear?” Harry asked, suddenly serious.

“Huh?”

He looked down, pointing to his restricted and very prominent bulge, and your face was suddenly on fire. This certainly couldn’t be considered an appropriate move for a co-worker, right?

“It’s mine, Styles. I wear them to bed,” you cleared your throat, looking up again. Tugging at your own, admittedly much looser, shorts, you said: “See?”

“Yeah,” his voice was rough, barely more than a whisper. You could feel his eyes all over you, like they were fingertips threatening to touch you but never quite doing so. A shiver, like the one in the pub, ran through you, and you were suddenly aware that your nipples were very much visible and poking through thin cotton.  “I see it.”

You stood still as he spoke again, trying to keep your eyes above his chin. But then again, those lips and eyes were not that much better than his cock straining against your clothes.

“Sorry about the weirdness earlier,” he continued. “I was just trying to get used to all this.”

“What’s all this?”

“You, so careless, in your natural habitat. It’s like the inside of this place is an alternate universe.”

-

An alternate universe, indeed. The hours of uninterrupted storming had eventually tired both of you out; you couldn’t let him stand in a corner or sit in a stiff stool all night. As it became clearer and clearer that he’d spend the night, you suggested watching a movie, even though it was obvious the two of you were exhausted. The whole thing was a poor attempt at avoiding the fact that there was no place for him to sleep but your bed. You certainly could handle smirks, teasing looks, sexually charged remarks, even handle his thighs and the outline of his cock in your clothes, or the vanilla smell he would definitely leave on your nerdy t-shirt. Would sitting in bed together and watching a movie be hard? Absolutely. But falling asleep next to him crossed some terrifying line; it had happened before, and the slightest possibility of having it happen again only so he’d use it against you later was just too much.

So now you were on your bed, backs resting against the headboard as you watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. While his legs stretched out beneath the shared gray comforter, yours were against your chest; if you curled up a little more, you’d probably disappear into thin air. His slightest move could be felt by you just by the shifting of the mattress, and the movie was next to inaudible for the sole reason that you couldn’t help but focus on the sound of him breathing right next to you. On your bed. Every few minutes you’d feel him staring at the side of your face, but your gaze remained stoically on the TV screen until he called your name in a whisper. 

“Yeah?” you answered, glassed over eyes still on the movie. The second task of the Triwizard Tournament had just begun. 

“I’m sorry.”

That got your attention. “What do you mean?”

“I just—” Now Harry was the one looking away from you. As if talking to the movie, he said: “I know the whole darling shit I say gets to you. And I know it’s gross to keep bringing up that night.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat. The whole thing was just too much; how dare he apologize and catch you off guard like that? Out of everything in this world he could say, that was what you least expected. It was not that you found him to be disgusting and immoral, or that you believed he acted mean because he was a genuinely bad person. You wouldn’t have put up with all the teasing if that had been the case. But you also couldn’t have imagined that he’d be brave or mature enough to apologise. 

Maybe that was related to the fact that you, out of pure pride and spite, couldn’t see yourself apologizing to him. 

“I think I do it because—”

“Styles,” you finally cut him off. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. I want to tell you I’m sorry that I’m a dick to you only because I’m insecure and kind of a coward, to be honest.”

You scoffed before realizing how rude that was. 

“What?” he asked. You could see him tense up, his brows furrowing, and guilt started burning in your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “It’s not funny, I just find it hard to believe you do things out of insecurity.”

“Well,” he said, “I find it hard not to be insecure when things happened the way they did.”

Great. 

“And how did things happen, huh? What are you even talking about, Harry?”

He sighed. His hand was halfway up to his face before it fell back onto the mattress af if he’d changed his mind about putting something between your eyes and his. Again, braver than you figured he could be.

“Look, I don’t want to fight. I guess I was just trying to make sure you didn’t forget.”

Suddenly there was no clarification needed. You looked at him as he nervously tugged at his pearls after having just admitted whatever happened between you two had meant something to him. At least it had meant enough that he needed you to remember it. How could I ever forget it?, you wanted to ask him. But it was stupid and cheesy, so you settled for wondering it in silence. How could you ever forget the giggles as he shut the bathroom door behind you, or the way you gasped as he fucked you with his fingers against the wall, his warm breath on your neck and his other palm keeping you quiet? There certainly was no forgetting his gaze through the rest of the graduation party, the brush of his hand against his lips like he wanted you to see what he was thinking about.

Once the party was almost over, he had walked over to you and said Please in the softest of voices while taking your hand. How could you ever forget that?

“I didn’t forget,” you told him now.

Harry must have seen something true in your expression, because he didn’t say another word until the movie was over. 

-

“Should I go?” he asked, voice thick after just waking up. He had inevitably fallen asleep during the third quarter of the movie. Also exhausted, you had laid beside him at some point, making sure to put as much space as possible between your bodies. It wasn’t a lot of space. 

The room was dark except for the street lights shining dimly through your curtains, so you could barely see him even though you were facing each other. His head was already on your extra pillow, your calves already on the brink of touching. Your comforter already smelled of vanilla. Should he go? Probably. But what would be the use of him leaving? There was more damage to be done if he were to drive on dark and slick roads without enough sleep. 

“No,” you murmured back. “Stay.”

“That’s what I told you,” he said, sleepiness nearly gone from his voice. “Back then.”

The shadow of a smile settled on your lips. “Yeah. I was so fucking awkward about the whole thing, wasn’t I?”

“No, I thought you looked cute in my kitchen.”

You chuckled and looked at his shoulder, because it seemed close enough to his face that he wouldn’t notice you couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. The nervous edge to your laughter seemed to echo in the room. 

“And then you laughed, just like that, when I told you to come back to bed.”

“I was embarrassed, Harry.”

“I could tell,” he said. Harry shifted a little; you could feel his leg leaning on yours as he got closer. “You kept tugging at my t-shirt like you wanted to hide your thighs from me.”

“Kind of pointless,” you said. He stayed quiet for a second too long as one of his legs found its way between yours. Your breath hitched in your throat even though there was no pressure; his thigh was just there, and if you moved just a tiny bit—

“Yeah, but I sort of appreciated it,” his hand touched your chin so lightly you could have imagined it. So much for looking away. Staring you in the eye, as stern as you’d ever seen him, he said: “I enjoyed watching you squirm.”

Fuck him. That’s not what insecure men sounded like. You turned away from him, your core rubbing against his thigh in the process of disentangling your legs. Hopefully the gasp leaving your lips had been made quieter by the sound of the covers moving and your body hitting the mattress. With Harry’s breath on the back of your neck, you anxiously moved, trying to find a comfortable position in which you could forget, for even a split of a second, that he was right there behind you. 

“Hey,” he said, amused. “I know I just said I like it when you squirm but maybe you should—”

A careless shift of your hips and your ass was suddenly right against his cock. 

“—stop.”

And he was hard. Now still, with your back to his front, you called his name.

“Harry?” It wasn’t supposed to sound like a question, but your voice trembled at the last second. 

“Sorry,” but he didn’t sound apologetic at all. “We were just talking about you in my shirt and all of that, so…”

“God, Styles.”

Harry laughed, and you felt it in the spot right under your ear. You pressed your thighs together since your frustration with his shamelessness wasn’t able to end the urge of grinding back against him. Just a little bit more, and then maybe you could fall asleep and wait until he was gone to masturbate and pretend this all had been a fever dream. 

His hand grabbed your waist harshly as you moved your ass again. 

“Are you sure you want this?”

You didn’t answer him, or ask what exactly this was, but you did push against him once more. Some stupid part of you hoped he would play along and let things go unspoken, but Harry just used the hand on your hip to keep you still as he spoke again.

“Say you’re sure,” he murmured. His mouth was closer now, and you could feel every word on his lips against your neck. The hand that rested on your waist fell to your stomach, pulling you into him. “And I’ll help you."

"Styles," you breathed out, looking down as he lifted your t-shirt just enough so his fingertips would brush the skin above the waistband of your shorts. "I don't—"

"What?" his chuckle echoed through your entire body. There wasn't an inch of space between the two of you. "Are you going to say you don't know what I'm talking about?" 

You choked on a whimper.

"All you have to do is ask," a light kiss under your ear. That was the first time he kissed you in years, and it almost broke you. But that wasn't what did it. Harry broke you by whispering, so quietly you could have imagined it: "I won't hold it against you, love."

The realisation that you believed him was enough to make you say a soft okay.

There was no hesitation; his hand slid down the front of your boxers, the heat of his palm right between your legs. Your thighs closed around him, a moan caught in your throat as two of his fingers rubbed your clit through your panties. You were a mess, it was true, but Harry didn't seem much better. His heavy breath sounded obscene against your neck, his cock twitching at the small of your back.

"Spread your legs," he said, struggling to touch you in such a tight space. It sounded like an order. 

"Don't tell me what to do," you said, barely disguising your lust behind annoyance. Then you spread your legs, letting Harry move his fingers in small circles that got you dripping without ever being enough. You tried shifting your hips to get more friction, but he kept rubbing you slowly as you soaked through your panties, seemingly entertained by your desperation. "Harry," you called, breathless.

"Yeah?" 

The hand that wasn't under your clothes came to tug on your hair, and you burned. Your scalp, your skin, your pussy. He set it all on fire. One of your hands gripped his thigh, a soft moan leaving your lips as he responded to your touch by tightening the hold on your makeshift ponytail.

"Touch me."

He didn't try pretending to not understand what you meant, which you were thankful for. Then he fucked that up by muttering, ever so fucking smug, "Don't tell me what to do."

"Asshole," you hissed at the same time he moved the fabric of your underwear aside to tease your entrance with the fingers that had been touching your clit.

"Don't be mean, love," he started fingering you, slow but firm, the filthy sound of your wetness echoing in the room as his fingers curled inside you. "I know how you really feel."

There was no way you could muster up an answer; eyes hazy and jaw slack with arousal, you let him fuck you for what felt like ages without being able to form a single word. Sometimes he'd brush his thumb against you clit just so you'd clench around his hand, whining quietly as he muffled his own sounds on the crook of your neck. Once or twice he appeared to think you were gone enough to not notice as he tried to get his cock away from your body in a futile attempt of self-restraint, but each time you pulled him back by the thigh, grinding into him and getting fucked deeper as a result. Harry punished you for that by pulling harder on your hair, delighting himself in the fact that it only made you wetter, your movements more eager.

As your hips stuttered at another soft touch to your clit, Harry whispered, "Does it feel good?"

What a prick. He wanted you praising him, didn't he? Wanted you admitting how hot this all was, how you would have let him do anything to you. Harry wanted you to tell him how good he was at pushing your every button, clearing every thought on your head until him filling you was all that was left. 

"What do you think?" you said between gritted teeth. Sweat dripped down the back of your neck as his fingers shifted in your cunt and he hit that particular spot inside you. Your glassy eyes fell shut at the sound of his voice.

"I think I missed this pussy," he said. You moaned as a third finger slid easily beside the others and the hand on your ponytail went down to your throat, over the chain of your necklace. "I think you can tell I did."

You could feel his hand hesitate on your neck, so you squeezed his thigh to assure him it was alright. Within a fraction of a second, the pressure on your throat tightened. If you could look down, you'd see your golden cross gleaming right below the hand he was choking you with. It was too much. You were going to cum and he could feel it.

"You feel incredible," Harry confessed. "I missed you."

You convulsed, a silent scream shaping your mouth as you rode out your orgasm, his three fingers still stuck between your legs. As the aftershocks stopped, you could faintly hear Harry whispering your name, the tenderness in his voice bringing tears to your eyes. But then again, maybe that was the intense orgasm. 

“Are you okay?”

His easygoing voice, usually so grating, sounded quite comforting now. You relaxed your thighs, and the sound of his fingers leaving you was just a little louder than the sigh you couldn’t hold back. You mumbled an agreement to his question, and you could feel his smile at the back of your neck as he said, “Just sensitive, then.” 

A beat of heavy silence, and then: “Can I touch you?”

He didn’t answer right away, even though you could still feel him hard behind you, and it killed you a little bit inside. You were about to roll away from him, already forming an excuse about cleaning up, when he spoke.

“You don’t have to,” he didn’t sound like he was smiling anymore. You wanted to turn and check, to look into his green eyes and try to find out what he was thinking, but you were scared. If his hesitation meant that you had been vulnerable for him when he couldn’t do the same for you— “I don’t want you to think that's why I apologized." 

You rolled your eyes at his chivalry, but were relieved by it all the same. 

“Styles,” you said. “I’m trusting you here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you finally rolled on the mattress so you could meet his eye. “Now take off your shorts.”

He smirked as you shoved the comforter off of both of your bodies, taking a second too long to admire the dimly lit outline of his body. “Y’think you’re gonna boss me around now, huh?”

“I think you’re gonna let me, if it gets you off,” you shrug.

Harry opens his mouth to argue, but stays silent once he sees you reaching for the hem of your t-shirt. You throw it to the ground and hope he doesn’t notice your expression as you make a mental note to pick it up later, but that’s obviously unnecessary since he’s staring at your chest, the glinting of the cross between your boobs and your hard nipples monopolizing his attention. His right hand, still messy with your juices, reaches out to touch you, but you lean back and make him watch as you lower your shorts and underwear in one go before kneeling back on the bed. 

“So?” 

He shook his head, unbelieving, and took one final look at your naked body before meeting your eyes. “You love this, don’t you?”

Harry undressed like you’d done; t-shirt, then shorts, then kneeling back on the bed. You wanted to look down at his cock, see the proof of how much you got to him, but couldn’t leave his gaze. There you both stood on your knees, silently staring at each other’s mere silhouettes. Like the gold of your chain, the pearls on his neck were more visible than the rest of him. “You love talking like we’re at some game you can win,” he clarified, smiling. 

“Are you saying you don’t do the same?” skepticism dripped down your words.

“I’m saying you can’t win.”

The way he could go from earnest to cocky in the blink of an eye was sort of giving you whiplash. It did make things interesting, though. He threw whatever he felt like saying your way, apparently without thinking twice; for the second time that night, you surprised yourself by thinking of him as brave. 

His clean hand came to touch your face, his thumb brushing your cheek in the most romantic gesture you had witnessed since he’d held your hand all the way back to his place when you were graduating university. Harry called your name like a prayer.

“Can I kiss you?”

It was such a weird question, considering you’d just cum all over his hand. But it felt so fitting, so right. Being attracted to him and having teasing banter were not questionable, that was just how you operated.  It had been taken to an extreme, sure, but it wasn’t new. This was new. You nodded anyway.

He met you halfway, his lips tasting yours as your bare bodies touched for the first time in years. You whimpered into each other's mouths, Harry's hands tangled in your hair while you held his face like it could break. You could feel his erection between you, twitching every now and again when your tongue dragged against his, some precum getting on your belly. 

"H," you moaned between kisses when one of his hands descended to your chest and teased your nipple. 

He stopped kissing you for a second too long, leaving your swollen lips tingling as you waited for him to catch his breath. But he didn't kiss you again, just stood there touching your boob and the back of your neck, eyes going over every inch of your face. You could feel yourself blushing at the attention, already at the brink of an awkward giggle, when he said quietly "You haven't called me that in a while," he cupped your face gently, then planted the ghost of a soft kiss to your lips. "I like it."

You smiled and kissed him again, because you were worried about what you would say if you put that kiss into words. Each feverish movement brought you closer until you were practically on top of him, sitting on his thigh. Harry grabbed your ass, urging you to move; you gasped as he pushed you to grind on his leg, no longer able to keep kissing his lips but definitely working on making a mess of his thigh. 

"Love," he whispered in your ear. "I really wanna fuck you. Can we do that?"

The nails digging into his back made Harry let out a breathy laugh. You made a move to touch his dick, but his hand grabbed yours right before you could. "I want you to cum on my thigh first."

"But you—" 

You sounded broken, legs burning as you rode his thigh frantically.

"I'll have my way with you, don't worry," he said. "So desperate to get on my dick, aren't you?"

The only sound of outrage you could muster was a low growl as you threw your head back, neck exposed for his teeth as your clit pulsed against the muscle of his leg. Harry kept holding onto you, assisting your every move as his lips worked on your neck. The sharp sting of his teeth followed by his tongue as he tended to the bruises he had just created, his soft curls on the side of your face, a tight grip on your ass and your back. 

"Are you going to come for me again so I can fuck that pussy like I've been wanting to?" 

Your hips stuttered and you came for the second time, whimpering and refusing to let him go as he gently laid you down on your back, still shaking. Harry tried to get up but you wouldn’t let his shoulders go, and he laughed against your lips as your mouth searched for his. 

“Y’know,” you said, voice sounding unnaturally raspy, words practically breathed into his mouth. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“It’s not fair, H.”

He didn’t argue with that. You felt him reaching between your bodies, hissing a little when he touched himself. “I’ll make it fair,” he told you. “Like it used to be. Okay?”

Maybe you had been made insane by your post-orgasm haze, because that made perfect sense. You nodded, not a bit of hesitation, as he teased your oversensitive clit with the head of his cock.

“Don’t tease, Styles,” you said, and it sounded so much more like your usual self that it brought a sparkle of defiance to Harry’s eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”

He arched an eyebrow, smirking, but seemed to give in to your command. “You know me too well.” 

Then he fucked into you slowly, and you could feel your cunt gripping his every inch as he bit into your neck again, muffling whatever sounds he felt like making. His pearls hung between you as he thrusted, losing all the control he had seconds ago. Harry was doing it fast and hard, a little out of it, until you caught his necklace between your teeth and he moved his hips with such precision that you held back a scream.

"Like that, huh?"

He grabbed one of your thighs and lifted it just enough to get the same angle everytime he moved into you. Your wetness made a mess of his crotch and the insides of your thighs, your eyes rolled behind your now closed eyelids, you drooled all over his pearls. Harry called your name, desperate, when you pulled his hair with enough strength to leave his scalp sore.

"I can't," he mumbled into your ruined neck, holding your thigh so hard it would be sure to bruise as he used his other arm as leverage to fuck you, fist tight on the comforter. "Sorry, love."

He moved as if he'd pull out, and you held him closer, letting his necklace fall from your lips. "No, H," you said. "It's ok."

His brows furrowed as he hesitated, torn between listening to your words or his own head, that knew better than to cum inside you. Not wearing a condom had been reckless enough, and he wasn’t a stupid kid anymore. 

“I’m on the pill,” you told him. A particularly sharp thrust followed your statement, and you turned your face away from him, staring at the arm supporting his body so Harry wouldn’t see the entirely fucked-out look on your face. You kissed his bicep softly, just a drag of your panting lips against his skin. “Just give it to me.”

That was enough for him to cum with a low drawn out groan followed by a quiet whimper of your name, body shaking over your own. Barely any time had passed when he pulled out of you, spilling onto your sheets and your thighs. You shivered, feeling his cum staining your skin as he mumbled nonsense into your throat.

Apparently the nonsense meant he still wasn’t done with you, because Harry started kissing down your side as soon as his legs could move enough to get him up the bed and kneeling on the ground. “Styles,” you said urgently, sitting up. “You don’t—”

“Shut up,” he said against the crook of your hip.

“Don’t be a dick—”

He interrupted you by licking a stripe from your entrance, still dripping in his cum, to your neglected clit. You cried out, too sensitive, as he licked, sucked, and kissed your swollen flesh until he had you coming for a third time, his chin glistening with the mess you made together as your lifeless body fell back on the bed. 

Harry stood up, still shaking a little, and pulled the comforter over you before falling onto the bed himself.

“Next time we do this,” he said, breathless, while you were still twitching from your last orgasm, and you found that very presumptuous of him. “I’ll bring over that old t-shirt so you can wear it.”

You turned slowly onto your side so you could face him, letting him see your puzzled expression. Then you remembered what he was talking about. That morning, with you in his kitchen, you had been wearing his but daddy, I love him t-shirt. You laughed, incredulous.

“Want me to call you daddy, H?” you joked. 

His cock twitched against your thigh. “Oh my God,” you cried out, cheeks hurting a little because you couldn’t help the widest smile. “I can’t believe you!”

The echo of his laughter followed you to sleep.

-

Harry woke up to silence and an empty bed. From where you sat at the kitchen counter, you could see him anxiously looking around as if he’d find at any second that you had panicked and left, abandoning him in your own apartment. The moments he spent searching for you made guilt tug at your heart; he knew you could, at any second, decide to pretend last night hadn’t happened. 

But the fact that you could didn’t mean that you would do it, so when he finally turned on the bed and met your eyes, you smiled softly.

“Good morning, Styles,” you said. “How do you feel about tea?”

You lifted your own mug in a sort of awkward toast. Harry didn’t seem to mind, though. He just smiled and nodded, hoping that would suffice as an answer. 

“Your clothes are in the dresser, but you can just take mine if they’re more comfortable.”

Harry dressed in silence, his cream sweater over your boxer shorts, as you poured his tea. You laid his mug beside your own, watching him. His hair was adorably disheveled, eyes a little swollen with sleep, and his thighs looked just as amazing as last night in your clothes. He also looked very cozy in his sweater, and the realisation that you wanted to hug him didn’t scare you as much as it would have yesterday. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and grabbing his tea from the counter with the other. He looked at you, fresh out of the shower and wearing a cardigan over a sundress, like Markham and your kitchenette had collided to form an outfit. “You look good.”

You shrugged but smiled, a relatively comfortable silence falling over the both of you.

“We should talk—”

“Do you want to—”

Harry put his mug to his lips to let you know you could speak first. You cleared your throat, at a loss for words.

"Last night was nice."

What a poet. Harry smirked, but didn't interrupt you.

"And I—” you took a deep breath, shifting your gaze to his hands so you wouldn't have to look him in the eye. He had very nice hands. "I'm sorry for the past couple years, too. I felt like you were trying to make my life harder just for a laugh, using whatever good thing had happened between us to hurt me. It made a little bitter."

He arched an eyebrow.

"Very bitter."

"And I was very childish," he said. "I was upset that you treated me like a stranger when I got to Markham, and I became a little shit about the whole thing."

"I just—I wanted to make something out of myself here. And then you showed up and I couldn't be that person around you. It drove me mad," you finally looked up at him. "You drive me mad."

Harry carefully put his mug on the counter, then took yours from you and did the same. With warm hands, he held your face while planting the sweetest kiss on your mouth.

"We'll do better," he whispered against your lips. "Won't we?" 

"Yeah," you whispered back. "We will."

-

But first, payback. Harry Styles could fuck you to the moon and back, or whatever it was he'd spent the last weekend doing, but he would not get away with last week's little stunt, or with robbing you of precious room 103. Your beige heels clicked on the creaking floors of the disgusting classroom where you taught on Mondays as you talked your students through next week’s lesson plan. Was it a little beyond your qualifications as someone with a master's on Literature? Yes. Would that stop you? Absolutely not. They seemed excited about the whole ordeal, and that was enough to convince you that you weren't being a bad teacher, exactly. Good teachers were fun, right? 

Maybe Harry had been a good teacher all along. Having that nice, kind thought cleared your conscience entirely as you proceeded with your plan. 

The teasing between you two wasn’t entirely gone throughout the week, but it did lose most of its mean edge. Calling him a fucking hippie, or whatever was something that could apparently be accomplished in a much more tender tone, the one you also used to say “Fuck off, H,” when he jokingly called you Professor Umbridge. Every day of the week he had driven you home after class, bought dinner that you ate together on your bed, and kissed your neck in very particular spots. Talking to him was surprisingly easy, and you could entertain each other for hours only by telling weird anecdotes both from university and Markham, friends and professors and colleagues and students all becoming the background to the life you had lived together even though you were apart. There was also so much you still had to learn about one another, childhood and teenage years and post-grad, and the time for all of it would eventually come. Now was the time for retribution. 

It was the next Monday, and both of your classes had started a few minutes ago. Well, his had. Your students were all standing around the corridor on the first floor, silently waiting in costume for their cue. 

The fact that Harry was so soft spoken made it pretty hard for you to pick an appropriately disturbing time to get the plan going, but at some point you could hear a few of his students’ voices. Assuming that meant a discussion was taking place, you nodded towards Richard, your Romeo, and he stepped forward.

Some of the other Drama students followed suit, prop torches in hand as the scene indicated, and together they burst into room 103 as Richard, with the poise of a Shakespearean character, recited loudly: “What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?”

Khalil, head held high, walked in right after and spoke as Benvolio. 

As the student playing Mercutio was saying something about gentle Romeo, you walked up the classroom door. 

Harry was standing behind his desk, your golden cross shining beneath his pearls; you had put the necklace on him as a joke during your Saturday dinner and he hadn’t taken it off since. His brows were furrowed and his mouth gaping as if he had forgotten to close it, while his students appeared to be mildly amused. Your kids without speaking parts were pacing between rows of desks on their way to a nonexistent ball as Mercutio, standing right before Harry, called to the Romeo at the back of the room. 

“You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings and soar with them above a common bound.”

Harry smiled, and the part of you seeking silly revenge took the backseat for the slightest moment. He seemed to get over the initial shock of the disruption and watched them with a delighted curiosity. 

“Is love a tender thing?” Richard asked his classmate, but he could’ve been talking to the music professor. “Is it too rough , too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like thorn.”

Green eyes searched for you and found you leaning on the wooden door, ankles crossed nonchalantly and a triumphant smile on your face. 

“If love be rough with you,” Mercutio told Romeo,”be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.”

But Harry was not watching them anymore as you mouthed “Got you, Styles”, the scene unfolding behind the two of you as you won. 

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

By Candlelight

Damian Priest x Reader  Warnings: None, pure fluff! 

You wondered why you’d invited him over. It’s not like this conversation couldn’t happen anywhere else. But you also always lost your mind if you looked into his eyes too long and considering what a good mood he’d been in yesterday, it probably was best that you’d only offered to host and not do anything more.

Host, that’s a funny word. It was only him coming over. You’d tried to get someone else to come by, to relieve the tension for you, to make it seem like you weren’t trying to make a move.

Because you weren’t.

Maybe a little bit. But you had to play it safe and assume he wasn’t either and leave it at that.

You’d offered to help run a promo with him and he’d accepted the offer.

But outside, storm clouds grew darker, the wind heavier, and the air charged as though it might rain any second now.

You fiddled with the placemats. It wasn’t dinner, but coffee and dessert. It was much less pressure than dinner, and a lot less meaningful.

You were hoping that maybe the weather would get bad enough that he’d just call and cancel. As if on command, a knock on the door came.

Standing as upright as you’d ever seen him, Damian smiled when he saw you, one that you liked to tell yourself he only gave to you.

“Hi,” you said, a little breathless.

“Not late, am I?” he asked. You shook your head,

“Not at all. Come in,” you said, stepping aside.

It seemed the universe was working on your command today because as soon as you shut the door, a crack of thunder rang through the apartment loud and startling, followed closely by the rain pouring down.

“Guess I’m stuck here, huh,” he said, looking out the window. You both chuckled nervously, not sure what the right response to that was.

“Do you want some coffee?” you asked, motioning to the table.

“Did you make all this yourself?” he asked, surveying the spread. It wasn’t a lot, it was coffee in the pot, and brownies.  

You shrugged,

“I stress bake,” you said.

“I hope I’m not the one stressing you out,” he said, turning back to you, hands in his pockets. You felt your cheeks heat up, but looked away.

“So, where do you want to start?” you asked, turning away from him. You poured out coffee and set brownies in plates to distract yourself from his gaze that you could still feel on your back.

“I’ve got some notes on what I’m supposed to say,” he said, the sound of paper crinkling coming from behind you.

“Perfect, we can-”

Before you could finish, the lights above flickered and went out.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

“I think the universe is trying to tell us something,” he teased. You were so grateful that the lights had gone out because the way your cheeks burned you knew you couldn’t let him see that.

“I have candles,” you mumbled, setting off for the kitchen.

“Let me help,” he said, following you. You nodded, and remembered it was dark and he couldn’t see it.

He used the flashlight of his phone to help you find the stack of emergency candles you kept around, lighting them for you as you handed them to him.

You were grateful for the distraction, giving you time to compose yourself before facing him again.

“We should...sit in the living room. It’s not much more light but it’s better than in here,” you said, leading him there. Your hands trembled and maybe that cup of coffee you had before he came over was a bad idea after all.

“Anything you want,” he said, his voice a little too low, a little too playful for you. With the candles placed around you, you two sat on the floor and stared at the paper with his notes on it.

His handwriting wasn’t terrible, but it was harder to read with so little light,

“I, uh...wrote them really fast. I just assumed we’d have light,” he said, laughing nervously as he handed you the paper.

You smiled,

“It’s fine, neither of us knew it was gonna be this bad.”

Overhead, lightning followed thunder and the rain persisted.

“How long do you think it’ll last?” he asked, looking out the windows.

“No idea,” you said.

He turned back to you, and for the first time since you opened the door for him, you both locked eyes. The shadow of the candlelight cast a softer glow around him, and your heart dropped.

Somehow, unsure of how it could possibly happen, but in this light he looked...beautiful.

Breathtaking, was the word that came to mind. A small smile, his eyebrows furrowed together, the laughter lines around his eyes looking deeper from the shadow on him.

He looked so good you stopped breathing.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you squeaked out. “So, um...the, uh, the promo?” you tried to continue. Your hands shook even worse now, and he reached out his hand to cover yours.

“You okay?” he asked, softly.

“Mhmm,” you said, nodding quickly, not looking up.

“Hey,” he whispered, one hand coming to your chin to lift your head up, “am I...I mean is this, like, okay? Me being here?” he asked, nervously.

“Of course, why wouldn’t it?” you said.

“I feel like I’m making you uncomfortable,” he responded, slightly embarrassed.

“No!” you answered too fast. “No you’re not, I promise! Why would you think that?”

“I, uh-,” he took a deep breath. He blinked fast, and swallowed hard. It made your breath hitch, seeing him this shy. Sure the bad boy persona was in the ring, but even around the others he seemed more calm and collected than he did now.

Right now...he seemed nervous, too.

“Truth is...I asked you for help because I wanted an excuse to see you. And then you offered to do it over coffee at...at your place and I, um, I was trying to play it cool and not come on too strong but...I was hoping, maybe this meant you...felt the same as me?”

He stuttered, looking around nervously, fidgeting with his hands and for a strange second, you felt relief.

His own nervousness seemed to put yours into perspective.

“And what would that feeling be?” you asked, surprised by the calm in your own voice.

He laughed just as another clap of thunder rang through the apartment.

“You’re gonna make me blush,” he mumbled.

“What’s there to blush about?” you prodded, taking a slight pleasure out of his shy demeanor.

“I’ve wanted to ask you out. For a long time now, actually. And every time I thought the time was right I...always backed down. But when you offered this I thought it was your way of asking me out? I-I don’t know why I thought that, it’s all work I know I’m-I’m sorry.”

You smiled and rested a hand over his.

“I’ve never seen you this nervous,” you said. He laughed and finally looked up at you,

“Cause I don’t wanna fuck this up,” he said.

“I think the universe really is trying to give us a sign,” you said, leaning in closer to him.

His face softened at that,

“Because it just so happens that I’ve wanted to ask you out for a long time, too, but was too afraid of fucking it up to say anything.”

He leaned in closer to you, now, too.

“Try me,” he said.

You smiled,

“Damian,” you started.

“Hmm?”

“Will you go out with me?” you asked.

“When?” he replied, all the while, his hand roaming up your arm,

“Right now? Say...my living room?” you asked, your voice dropping lower.

“Meet you there,” he replied.

“Your turn,” you whispered.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, whispering now, too.

“Please,” you breathed, closing the distance of mere inches between you two.

His lips were soft and careful, but you were much more eager. You blamed it on the coffee, but either way, he didn’t mind.

His hands cupped your face and held you as you rose to your knees, your arms wrapped around his neck.

You pulled back first, but let your forehead rest against his.

“Hell of a first date,” he whispered.

“Maybe our second will be a blizzard,” you teased, your lips brushing over his.

“Can’t wait,” he replied, kissing you again.

[ateezmakemeweep]

one, two, three.

seonghwa x reader x yeosang

word count: 8k

smut

you had really come to like hanging out with seonghwa’s friends. 

at first, he had been apprehensive, his hand rubbing at his neck nervously asking you for the tenth time if you were sure you wanted to meet them.

"seonghwa, of course i do," you whined to your boyfriend, pressing up on your toes to peck his cheek. "why wouldn't i?”

and you suppose, after you'd met them, you'd known why. 

they were an odd mix of chaotic and sweet, always thoughtful and polite towards you albeit they drove you crazy. almost to the point of wanting to rip your hair out but you had truly grown to love each and every one of them.

hongjoong was the one who always saved you when the younger ones got out of hand, smacking them on the heads lightly and pushing them away while he shot you a reassuring smile.

yunho was the one who was always able to lift your spirits, noticing right away when you weren't feeling your best; it's like from the moment he met you, he was in tune with your emotions.

san and mingi were the ones you'd, admittedly, create destruction with. 

it took one time of peaking your head in their shared room and seeing them beat the shit out of each other to immediately join in, laughing and screaming with them until you were red in the face.

wooyoung was another one of your defenders, though much more vocally than hongjoong; if anyone even looked at you funny, he was on their ass in a minute. 

screaming about how they better not mess with you or they'll have have to face the consequences.

jongho was the one boy you thought didn't like you at first. he was slightly cold in his demeanor, smiling politely and bowing his head at you but never trying to initiate conversation. 

it wasn't until he had gotten tipsy one night (off a singular wine cooler) that he became a little puppy towards you, going on and on about how nice and pretty you were and that you and seonghwa were the perfect match.

and last but certainly not least was yeosang - not something you ever thought you'd admit, the boy had caught your eye immediately. 

there was something about him, his face and his voice and even his hands, just everything about him drawing you in the same way seonghwa did when you first saw him.

and, quite honestly, because of that, you should've expected the events that were to come. 

you never understood the concept of having more than one partner, thinking that finding a balance was probably difficult and surely that you'd have to favor one a little bit more. 

but the coming months proved that, sometimes, there was more than one person meant for you.

friday, june 19th

the rain was pouring down after your summer class, thunder and lightning crackling through the dark sky and causing you to grow more and more nervous.

seonghwa was usually waiting outside your building every monday and friday night, hating when you took the bus and insisting that you never do. 

but a work obligation had him two hours away in a different city, the way he kissed your head and mumbled his apologies over and over making your heart really hurt right now.

you always needed him in this type of weather. 

it felt silly and juvenile and even a little embarrassing, to be a full grown woman and terrified of storms; but what wasn't there to be scared about? loud booming noises and weather that had the potential to completely destroy the things in its path.

right now, that thing was you. 

the prospect of walking to the bus stop on the other side of campus, getting drenched and whipped with wind one of your worst nightmares. just as you were about to accept your fate, you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. 

your eyebrows furrow when you see yeosang's name on the screen:

don't even think about taking the bus.

your head snaps up as your eyes survey the parking lot in front of you, mouth dropping open and quirking into a smile when you see his familiar black car. you place your books atop your head as you run to the vehicle, ducking your head in and taking in the scent of his car.

it smells just like him, a mix of men's cologne and something distinctly yeosang.

"thank you," you smiled gratefully at him. "i didn't know you were coming."

"seonghwa asked me to get you," he tells you, making your entire body still when he reaches over you. his arm brushes past you as he hums lowly, grabbing the seatbelt and snapping it in before sitting back in his seat.

"i-i could've done that," you told him nervously. 

he always did things like that, even in front of seonghwa. 

help you in ways where he just barely touches you, like tying up your shoe laces or placing his hand on your waist when you stretch up to grab things on the top shelf. 

he only smirks at you, pulling out of the parking lot and making his way back to the house. 

"how was school?"

you go on about the last session of your summer class, expressing how grateful you are for it to be over and telling him all about your scary professor. about how he'd call students out for no reason at all, make them read off their test answers and blankly stare at them if they asked any questions.

"i truthfully don't know what he wanted from us," you complained, hands flailing with a pout on your face before you mumble, "fuckin' bruce."

a snort leaves him as he looks over at you, the smirk on his lips causing a blush to creep on your face. 

"what?"

"nothing," he says, "you're funny." 

a crack of thunder and lightning fills the sky and he watches you flail in your seat, a tiny, surprised squeal leaving your mouth. his eyebrow raises as obvious fear and terror cross your face, your shaky exhale heard throughout the car.

"you scared of thunder?"

"no," you answer immediately, wanting to close your eyes in embarrassment; you couldn't have made that any more obvious.

and with the way he's looking at you, he knows it too, even though he just nods head and smiles softly at you.

"what do you want for dinner? the boys are expecting us to bring shit home so you know the house is probably in chaos."

thirty minutes later when you arrive with ten boxes of chicken, that's exactly what you walk into. 

the boys running to the door with a mix of dramatic groans and excited squeals, being suffocated in hugs like you'd been gone for four years and not just four hours.

"stop," you giggle out quietly, finally prying each and every last one of them off you before setting up the food. yeosang was quick to push you out of the kitchen, guiding you over to the tv and telling you to pick something.

you spend the rest of the night eating and watching a marathon of movies, face timing seonghwa and showing him all of the boys sleeping on top of one another.

"they're like a psychotic litter of puppies," the boy says, smiling at you from miles away in his hotel room bed. you giggle in agreement, your eyes moving to the window when the incessant rain and thunder pounds down on the glass.

"still raining?" he asks softly. 

your mouth turns into a small pout, nodding your head as you rest your chin atop your knee. he lets out a sigh, his hand running through his hair as his eyes soften.

"i'm sorry i'm not there with you, baby," he says quietly. 

and like you're somehow not used to it, the sweetness of your boyfriend and the way he's always so mindful of you, tears spring to your eyes. 

"my love, please don't," he begs once he sees them gloss over, pain and sadness creeping into his voice.

"i'm sorry," you sigh out, "i just...i wish you were here." 

it feels like seonghwa's heart shatters, his feet threatening to spring up from his bed to pack up his bag and make the two hour ride back home.

"just try to do what we always do," he suggests softly, the white noise speaker and weighted blanket in his room half of the trick in getting you to sleep during these nights. 

"and you can always call me. wake me up, i don't care."

"i'm not gonna wake you-" his stern look causes the words to die in your throat, mumbling an "okay," a few seconds before a pleased, almost cocky smile makes its way on his face.

"good, baby," he says and then his eyes quickly turn into something else you're all too familiar with. another method, probably your favorite one, in getting you fast asleep. 

"do something else for me now?"

it's in the way his voice drops, tongue flicking out to wet his lips, that has heat building between your legs. has him telling you to go into his room and get on the bed, the command in his voice already so strong and demanding.

he makes you prop the phone up toward you so he can see the expanse of your face, stomach and hips, his voice lowly telling you to do as he says. it's how you end up taking off your shirt, bra and shorts, leaving you panting on the bed with hard nipples and a soaked thong.

"seonghwa," you whined out already, every time you attempt to stick your hand in your underwear met with his firm "stop."

"over them first, baby. you know the rules."

you cry out the second your finger grazes your lace-covered clit, glossy, lustful eyes shooting to look at him watching you through the screen. you're met with the sight of him laying there shirtless, his cock resting on his stomach as he watches you begin to get yourself off.

"i want you," you whine lowly to him, breathing turning shallow as your finger starts to move faster and more purposeful on your throbbing clit. "fuck, seonghwa."

"you're doing so good," he says, voice strained and deep as you watch him take his cock in his hand. "close your eyes for me."

"but i wanna see-"

"close them."

you let out a whimper as you allow your eyes to roam over him, feeling your stomach tighten at the way his hand is slowly stroking himself up and down. the way that should be your hand and he should be the one-

"y/n."

you close them immediately at the sound of your name falling from his lips, your pouting mouth falling open as you feel yourself grow wetter by the second.

"that's my good girl," he says. "how do you feel, love? are your fingers gonna fuck you well?"

a tiny cry leaves your lips as you shake your head. 

"why not, baby? what's wrong?"

"they're not yours," you whine. "i want...you to fuck me."

"i can't baby," he grunts out. "as much as i want my fingers in your pretty little pussy." 

you bit your lip hard at his words, the small cry blaring through his speakers causing his cock to throb. 

"and then i'd be sure to fuck you like the good girl you are."

your glossy eyes flutter open, full of lust and desire as you ask him if you're allowed to finger yourself; the moment you hear his strangled "yes," you moan out at the feeling. 

your mind picturing him beside you, his fingers pounding in and out of you, thumb skillfully on your clit as the groans you hear coming from your phone vibrate in your ear.

"how does that feel now, baby?" he asks, "you look so pretty fucking yourself for me."

you feel your legs start to shake, your own hand traveling up to tweak at your sensitive nipple the same way he does to bring you over the edge.

"i wanna come for you," you say, "please let come for you."

and it's at this moment, you should've realized that the door wasn't locked. 

but you're so fucked out by your own fingers and seonghwa's voice and how close you are to your release that you don't hear the door open. 

you don't hear a quiet gasp leave the intruder's voice nor do you see how they linger in the doorway for a few silent moments.

"come for me baby. come all over your fingers for me and let me hear you be my good girl."

and then like a good girl, your legs tremble as the tight knot unravels and your loud, whiney moans ring through the air. 

you don't even think about how loud you're being, truthfully not even caring as pleasure rips through you and you ride out your high on your own hand. you hear the familiar sound of seonghwa releasing shortly after, his grunts and groans of your name carrying out the rest of your orgasm.

once the ringing in your ears stop, the sounds of you and seonghwa's heavy breathing filling the room, you're finally able to open your eyes. 

your vision is spotty at first, swearing you see a figure standing a few feet away in the doorway. your body tenses in fear and embarrassment, rubbing at your eyes with the hand not cupping your thong before looking again.

it must've just been a fluke, you think, something weird clouding your vision, because when you look back up, your door is closed and it's just you and seonghwa.

"how do you feel now, baby?" he asks you breathlessly. you turn on your side to see seonghwa's eyes are still closed.

"good," you tell him quietly, almost shyly; you guys have only done this a handful of times and each and every time, it makes you a little embarrassed.

"you did good for me, love," he says, his release on his stomach that would usually be seeping down your legs by now. "i can't wait to fuck you when i get back."

you laugh into your pillow slightly, cheeks warming at his words as you nod your head sleepily. 

"ah, did you tire yourself out?" he asks teasingly, feeling his heart ache that he can't clean you up and hold you as you fall asleep.

he can only watch as you succumb to your exhaustion after a few passing moments, his softly spoken "i love you" and "i'll be home soon" humming you to sleep.

you had hoped it was gonna be enough. 

that the power of an orgasm brought on by you and your boyfriend would be enough for you to sleep through the stormy night - but a loud crack of thunder rips you from sleep, your body shooting up and your chest heaving in fear. 

you immediately reach your hand out to the side, feeling the cold empty sheets and about ready to cry when you remember seonghwa isn't here tonight. 

that you're gonna have to sit through the storm all alone and be a big girl - but that's easier said than done. 

after what feels like an hour (but was really only fifteen minutes) you throw on a long t-shirt and pad your way into the kitchen. you fill yourself up a glass of water and down the cold liquid, placing the cup in the sink as you grip the counter.

you noticed all the boys had gone into their respective beds at some point in the night, the dark empty room in the apartment lighting up from the chaos and destruction outside. 

you feel tears prick your eyes, feeling so stupid for being scared and upset about this.

"you have to calm down," you mutter, wrapping your arms around yourself in a sad attempt at comfort. "it's fine. everything's fine. it's just-"

"y/n?"

the familiar deep voice rips you from your distressing monologue, squinting your eyes in the dark to see yeosang making his way over to you hesitantly. he keeps a good distance between you two, looking your body up and down before his eyes fix on (aha) something behind you.

"are you okay?"

it's like the very question causes you to lose it, a tear rolling down your cheek that you're quick to wipe with your wrist.

"yes. no. i don't know," you stutter out quietly. "you're gonna think it's dumb." 

he takes your hand and guides you over to the couch, taking a seat next to you before turning to face you.

"try me," he says quietly, his eyes carefully watching your face.

it's then you tell him you're slightly embarrassing fear of storms. 

how ever since you were the little, the sounds of heavy rain and thunder have traumatized and disturbed you. how it keeps you up and sends you into a panic, almost nothing able to help you through a bad stormy night.

"almost nothing?" he asks curiously, his eyebrow raised as his head rests in his hand. "what's the one thing?"

you bite your lip nervously, your tooth digging into the sensitive pink skin almost to the point you draw blood.

"so...someone with me, usually helps. like...sleeping with me," you stutter out. 

"i usually have seonghwa but now he's not here. and he said i could call him and wake him up, but i don't know. it's not the same. and i don't wanna bother him."

he listens to your rambling carefully, parts of him feeling very conflicted.

because on one side, he wants more than anything to help you. he hates watching you be scared and thinking that you're gonna spend the rest of the night being haunted by your worst fear.

but on another, he's... not sure if it's right, given what he walked in on earlier that night and is pretending not to know about now. how greatly it affected him and how after his body refused to let it go, he had to get himself off in his bedroom.

"i guess that's kind of sad, right?" you laugh out in embarrassment. "i know, it's weird because i'm a literal adult but-"

"it's not sad," he's quick to clarify, "i was just... i don't wanna make you uncomfortable but..." 

he sees your eyebrow raise as you look at him, feeling a lump grow in his throat at your soft, wide-eyed stare.

"we can....sleep out here, if you want," he suggests quietly. "i'll sleep on the couch with you." 

he wouldn't feel right taking you into his bed but he also wouldn't wanna sleep with you in seonghwa's bed without the boy's permission; he thinks his best friend wouldn't mind the couch, given that you're terrified and need sleep.

"r-really?" you squeak out with a small smile. "i mean don't feel like you have to..."

"i don't," he insists with a small smile. "i want to."

that's how you end up laid out on the couch, yeosang behind you as you watch a random late night movie. 

you feel your eyes start to droop, yeosang's lowly spoke question "is this okay?" as his arm casually wraps around your waist. you can only nod sleepily, knowing that there's already not much space given the tight fit of the couch.

another crack of thunder has you jumping in his hold, pushing yourself back on him as a tiny sigh leaves your mouth. 

"it's okay," his deep voice drones lowly in your ear, "you're okay." 

you hum lowly as you nestle yourself further into his warm body, shimming your hips back as his hand strokes your arm calmingly.

it's taking everything in him not to crack, his stupid male brain remembering the way you were laid out on your bed. 

your moans ringing through the air as you rubbed yourself between your shaky legs. he could only imagine how your face looked, eyes squeezed in pleasure and mouth hanging open as your finger slammed in and out of your tight, wet-

"yeosang?" he hears you mumble lowly. 

because unless he's harboring the tv remote in his pants, you're pretty sure his dick is rock hard and resting against your ass.

"hm?" he mumbles lowly in your ear, his brain pounding with lustful thoughts he know he should feel ashamed of.

"are... are you good?"

when he's about to ask what you mean, almost teasingly do you rub against his bulge again. 

a shaky breath leaves his mouth as he tightens his hold on your waist, embarrassment flooding through him and he thanks god that you can't see his reddening face.

"shit, y/n," he grunts out. "i'm sorry."

"it's okay," you mumble out, feeling ashamed at just how much you like the feel of him pressed up against you. "it happens."

"does it?" he hums, humor and sarcasm in his tone. "because i don't think seonghwa would appreciate it."

you don't say anything but the voice in your head says otherwise, recalling bits and pieces of conversations with seonghwa about potential threesomes and what not when he noticed you eyeing the boy in question.

"would you ever be into that?" he asked you one night. 

you had been so embarrassed and flustered by him calling you out, your eyes roaming yeosang's body and hands and flushing at the thought of them on you.

"what?" you asked innocently. 

your boyfriend only raised his eyebrow, taking your face in his hand and shaking his head at you.

"you think i'm fucking stupid, baby girl?"

your eyes widened immediately, thinking he was about to be mad or jealous and yell for the first time in your relationship. 

"i see the way you look at him," he told you simply.

"it's not like that, seonghwa," you insist, your hand coming out to run through his soft hair. "i just...think he's handsome."

a smirk crosses the boy's face, nodding his head at you before pecking your nose. 

"well if you ever wanna...do something, just tell me." 

you look at the boy in shock at first, cheeks flushing and core clenching as you ask what exactly he means by something.

"he's my friend, one of my best friends," the boy tells you. "i wouldn't mind sharing what's mine if you wanted to give him a try."

you nearly passed out right on the spot, eyes widening and mind already clouded with some of the fantasies you pictured on lonely nights. 

seonghwa taking you from behind as you swallow yeosang's cock, yeosang watching as seonghwa eats your pussy and the boy pushing him aside to get a taste, hearing both of their moans and groans as they release onto your body.

his hand traveled down to your pants, slipping it inside and chuckling lowly when he feels wetness has started to gather. 

"you like the sound of that?" he hummed in your ear, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin and causing your breath to become strangled. "you want me to watch my friend make this needy little pussy come?"

"not watch," you whine quietly, spreading your legs further for him as he slowly circles your clit. "bo-both of you."

you can't see the sadistic smile that crosses his face, his finger slipping inside of you and causing to gasp out. 

"what you want, you get pretty girl. just let me know when."

"i actually don't think he would mind," you hummed lowly, pressing further into him and moving yourself against him. his quiet groan rips right through your core, spurring on the way you rock back and forth until his hold your waist tightens

"y/n..." he warns lowly.

you turn around to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and blazing down at you like he's trying so hard to keep it together. keep something lustful and brewing at bay. 

but now it proves to be nearly impossible, with your eyes looking up at him with a matching expression.

"what are you doing?" he asks you, voice strangled and gruff. "i...i can't-"

"seonghwa said he doesn't mind sharing," you tell him, voice breathy and sweet, "we've talked about it before." 

his eyes widen at the confession, unsure if he's more shocked by the fact you wanna do something right now or the fact that you and seonghwa had discussed this before.

something about it still doesn't feel quite right, so immune to the thought of you and seonghwa, that you're seonghwa's and no matter how badly he wanted you, he couldn't have you.

but with the way your breathing has synced, flush against one another's chest and feeling the heat radiating off each other, he feels himself quickly losing it. 

feeling himself move closer and closer to you until his lips touch the hot skin of your neck. you whimper at the feeling, arching your neck back so he gets easier access.

it does just the trick, his lips tentatively placing kisses down your hot skin. it causes your stomach to flip, the excitement and fear that comes with having a new man on top of you hitting you all at once.

"i've been wanting to do this for so long," he mumbles into your neck, his hand coming up so his thumb can trace your rapid pulse point. "you're such a pretty little thing and i saw the way you'd look at me."

your cheeks flush in embarrassment at getting caught, knowing you weren't subtle in the slightest but also hoping, by some miracle, he wouldn't catch on. 

like in some sort of bold retaliation, you throw your leg over his and grind yourself over his bulge.

"i...couldn't help it," you mumble, your words getting cut off last minute when you feel his his tongue slip out of his mouth. quiet hums leave you as he assaults your neck, licks and light bites and kisses that have you palming him over his pants.

just like seonghwa, you're quick to find out he's bossy - tells you to stop playing and touch his cock before he flips you onto you're back, like that's really some sort of threat. 

desperate to see just what he's been hiding, you stick your spit-covered hand down his pants and boxers and bite your lip when you feel his hard, long length.

"oh, god," he mumbles, shutting his eyes at the feel of you stroking him up and down. 

it'd be too much in normal circumstances, let alone that just a few hours before, he'd done the same thing to himself after seeing you. that you're right in the living room where anyone could walk out and catch you both.

"you're so good," he grunts out, convinced for most of his life that no one would give him a better hand job than himself. 

you seem to prove him wrong, twisting and tugging in all the right ways to have him on the edge of coming after just a few minutes. 

and when you politely ask him to do just that for you, your soft quiet voice whispering "come for me," he buries his face in your neck to muffle his moan.

you pull your spit-covered hand out of his pants and smile at him shyly, making your way over to the kitchen on shaky legs. 

after washing your hands of him, you make your way back to the couch to see his eyes closed, head resting back on the arm of the couch as his breathing is turned more even.

his eyes pop open when you take your spot in front of him, his arm wrapping around your waist again and pressing against your stomach. 

"it's your turn, isn't it?"

"you don't have to," you insist, the throbbing wetness between your legs saying otherwise. you don’t hear him say anything for a few moments, figuring that he's like you in the sense that an orgasm puts him right to sleep.

your eyes are closed for a few minutes, probably would've been able to succumb to sleep if not for the ache in the lower half of your body, when you feel his hand cover you. 

you keep your eyes closed but bite your lip, whining lowly and hoping, praying, he's just gonna take control.

"i can't go to sleep knowing you're like this," he says lowly in your ear, rubbing over your shorts and smirking when a low moan leaves your mouth. his hand sneaks in as his finger teases at your slit, breathing sharply when he feels how wet you are. 

"jesus christ," he grunts out, sounding genuinely pained. "fuck no."

and with that, his finger slides easily into you and you push yourself back on him again. his finger moves in and out of you steadily, his thumb circling your clit and lowly speaking into your ear. 

he tells you how long he's thought about having his fingers in you, how he knew your pussy would be this tight and warm and how if given the chance, he would fuck the life out of you.

"you want that?" he asks lowly before commanding, "tell me."

"yes," you whine out, "yes, yes, yes."

"well, you can't get that," he teases, dropping a kiss to the area where your shoulder and neck meet. "not yet, anyway. so you need to come on my fingers."

just a few seconds later, you do exactly that.

sunday, june 21st

seonghwa gets home early that morning, sneaking in to his room and smiling at the sight of you fast asleep in his bed. 

he sheds himself free of clothes and crawls in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your neck. the movement causes you to stir, moaning sleepily before turning in your boyfriend's hold. 

"hwa," you mumble, burying your face in his chest and inhaling the familiar scent of him.

"hi, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "i missed you."

"missed you too," you slur tiredly, smiling lazily when you hear his quiet chuckle. your arm is quick to wrap around his waist, pulling yourself closer into him and falling back asleep in the comfort of his arms.

when you both wake a few hours later, the late morning sun streaming through the window, he bends down and pecks your lips. 

"how was your weekend, love?"

a flush crosses your face when you think back to the events of friday night, the way you and yeosang fooled around on the couch and he murmured words that you hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

"it was... good," is all you say, knowing your cheeks and eyes are damn well about to give you away.

"but?" he asks lowly. 

you let out a quiet huff, shaking your head at how well he knows you.

"i... yeosang stayed with me during the storm." his lips quirk to the side, raising an eyebrow at you as he props himself up on his arm.

"yeah? what happened?" he asks, eyes roaming your face; they don't hold any jealously or anger or insecurity, just a genuine curiosity.

"we... cuddled on the couch," you start off, the boy nodding because, okay yeah, all the boys cuddle with you. that's nothing for you to blush and get shy over. 

"but then... i gave him..." it felt weird to confess these things to your own boyfriend, despite the mutual ground you stood on when it came to that.

"tell me, y/n, it's okay," he says softly, his hand moving to your cheek and stroking it softly. "we talked about it, i know."

"i gave him a hand job and he fingered me."

he nods his head, almost like you told him the date and time before a smirk crosses his face. 

"yeah?" he hums lowly, "no fucking though, right?"

you immediately shake your head and he smiles proudly, replacing his hand with a pair of lips. 

"good," he says after pecking your cheek. "i gotta be there for that."

you bite your lip, nodding your head and feeling excitement rush through you at the thought. 

that you get to be with seonghwa without the phone screen in the way, that you'll get to experience yeosang's skilled fingers again and have both of them with you in the most intimate way.

"but for now," he says, pushing you gently onto your back and dipping his head to place kisses over your exposed thighs. "i need to eat this pussy myself.”

wednesday, july 15th

there wasn't a free night for you, seonghwa and yeosang for another three weeks - but once the time finally came, the rest of the boys either at the movies or dinner, seonghwa didn't waste a second. 

the three of you were lounging out in the living room all day, your boyfriend and yeosang throwing each other knowing looks like they had discussed the past weekend events without you.

it started when seonghwa mumbled your name ten minutes after san closed the door. 

you lifted your head off his shoulder, smiling up at him softly before seeing that familiar look in his eye. it drops ever so slightly, feeling yourself swallow as you remember yeosang had adamantly declined going out with the rest.

"we were thinking," he began, nodding his head toward yeosang like your pussy didn't already sense what was about to come. "you wanna show me what i missed that friday?"

your eyes widen at his words, lips growing dry as you look at both the boys staring at you. 

"i-i guess, but i-"

yeosang laughs at your stuttering, seonghwa shooting him a look that immediately has it turning into a fake cough. 

"it's okay if you don't," he says softly, "we just thought...it might be fun."

"no, i do," you answer quickly, far too quickly that it causes you to blush. "i just... what do i do? isn't it gonna be kinda weird?"

seonghwa only strokes your cheek, smiling down at you as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. 

"whatever we tell you to do, love. that's normal, isn't it?"

your eyes widen as you timidly nod, looking at yeosang who's been intently watching you and seonghwa. 

he watches the way you fall so comfortably into his touch, how your eyes look at him with so much trust and affection while his show a certain sort of protectiveness in them.

a protectiveness that comes out even more when seonghwa looks at his friends.

"take care of her. if at anytime she tenses or hesitates, stop."

"no shit, hwa," the boy says before smirking teasingly. 

he taps on his lap where he's sitting on the chair, legs spread slightly as he leans back cockily. 

"now come here, beautiful."

seonghwa rolls his eyes at the boy, patting you on the butt encouragingly and watching carefully as you stumble over. 

you stand in front of yeosang a tad unsure, feeling more than ready to continue where you left out a few nights ago but also a little nervous.

with an audience is hard enough but when that audience is your boyfriend?

"let’s show seonghwa how good i made you feel," he says lowly to you, the man’s face turning into a sneer; it'd be in his friend’s best interest not to make this a competition.

you smile softly when you hear your boyfriend scoff, turning around to throw him a wink before straddling yeosang.

his cocky demeanor only grows stronger, gripping your hips as he moves you back and forth over him. you're quick to take over, looking at him as your teeth dig into your bottom lip.

"there you go, baby," he encourages before grabbing you by the jaw and forcing you down. "that's how it all started, right? because you couldn't stop grinding your ass all over my cock."

your breath falters at his words, face flushing but increasing your speed slightly. 

he stares down at your lips, wanting so badly to take your mouth and allow his tongue to explore it. he looks to seonghwa who's just sitting on the couch, watching your shorts-covered ass grind back and forth skillfully.

"can i kiss her?" yeosang asks gruffly; the man only shrugs, nodding his head toward your figure.

"why are you asking me?"

so when yeosang asks you, eyes deep and dark as they look into yours, you're the first to make the move. 

slamming your lips on to his and moaning into his mouth when his hands immediately go to grab your ass. his tongue slips right through, swallowing your moans as he moves his hand up your shorts to squeeze and knead your skin.

"i know she's soaked right now," you hear seonghwa say, breaking the kiss to turn around and see him sitting there in his shirt and boxers. 

your lips are red and slightly puffy, yeosang's assault on your mouth making you look extra pretty. seonghwa gives you a reassuring look, quirking his eyebrow as if to say 'should we go on?'

and when you eagerly nod your head, a smirk crosses his face; before he can say anything, yeosang pulls his hands out of your shorts. 

"that true, y/n?" 

you lick over your lips slowly, looking him up and down before you nod your head.

it causes yeosang to spring up from his seat, grabbing you so your legs are wrapped around his hips as he walks over to throw you down on the chaise of the couch. 

you land with a surprised squeal, watching as he shoves his pants down in one go. he bends and slowly drags your shorts and thong off, looking at your underwear in satisfaction. 

he balls up the underwear and throws it towards seonghwa, eyes trailing every inch of your body with a lustful expression.

"you were right," the boy hums, trailing his finger in between your thighs. "good girl is all wet and ready for us."

you can't see the way seonghwa is twirling your lace around his finger nor can you see the outline of his cock protruding in his boxers. you can only focus on yeosang trailing his fingers up and down your slit, circling your wet hole and causing you to whine out his name.

"hear that, hwa?" the boy says, humor and amusement in his tone. "sounding like a needy little bitch."

your eyes roll back and whether it be your degradation kink kicking in or the way his fingers brushes over your clit, you don't know. but when you mumble a "please," you hear seonghwa tell yeosang to stop teasing.

"is this better then?" yeosang hums lowly, sliding two fingers in you quickly and placing his tongue on your clit. 

it's a move that completely throws you off, something between a moan and scream leaving your mouth. you throw your arms back to hold onto the couch, lifting your hips up and grinding against his face in an attempt to feel more of him.

"answer him, baby," seonghwa demands, his head hung back as he jerks himself slowly. 

and so, of course, you do as he says. cry out a mantra of “yes.” as his tongue flicks over you skillfully and his fingers curl up into you.

"oh, my god," you screech, one hand leaving the couch to fall into his hair. 

you pull and twist at the strands, digging his face further into you that only seems to encourage him. you feel your legs start to shake, chest heaving up and down as a powerful orgasm is about to flood right through you.

the boy pulls back and wipes his face just before you come, your face twisting into one of absolute frustration and devastation until you see seonghwa's figure looming over you.

"hi, love," he says, bending down before he wraps his hand around your throat. "you like being quite the little whore, don't you?"

you lick your lips as a pout forms on your lips, disappointment flooding through you as your pussy aches from having your orgasm taken away. 

"s-seonghwa, please."

"please what?" he asks, tightening his hold ever so slightly as he slams his lips on yours. "please let you be a little whore?"

you look at your boyfriend, wondering if it'd be in your favor to nod and fully accept this role - if being a little whore means you get to come, then you certainly don't mind it.

"because baby girl, if that's the case," he says lowly, taking you by your hips and flipping you over so you're on all fours. "then we'll fuck you like one."

you whimper and whine pathetically, the cool air on your wetness doing absolutely nothing to help the ache. it just makes it worse, looking back at the two men with raging cocks and dark stares and nodding your head desperately.

"please," you say, eyes moving between both of them. "yes. i want to make both of you come."

seonghwa smiles and brushes your hair lovingly, placing a kiss on top of your head before looking at yeosang. 

"me first," he says, standing behind you as he lines his cock up with your hole. "let her suck you, she's fucking amazing."

when seonghwa enters you with a snap of his hips, yeosang immediately juts himself into your mouth. you cry out around his cock, balancing yourself on one arm as you lick yeosang up and down. twist your hand on the parts your mouth doesn't reach and eagerly muffle your moans around him.

"always so tight, my love, holyfuck," you hear seonghwa say behind you, 

his hands digging into your hips as he pounds into you from behind. you moan out at his words, making sure to look yeosang in the eyes as you circle your tongue around his tip.

"jesus christ," yeosang mumbles, your eye contact and tongue and the way your body is jutting forward from seonghwa fucking into you some of the hottest shit he's ever seen. 

you prove him wrong all but five seconds later, taking his cock fully in your mouth as you bob your head up and down with vigor.

"you love this don't you baby," seonghwa grunts out behind you, "having me fuck you while you suck him off." 

if you didn't have a mouth full of cock, you'd be your obedient, truthful self and moan out a mantra of yes, yes, yes.

but you're so intent on sucking yeosang, thinking back to all the times you thought about this very moment. 

being taken from behind by one while you sucked off the other. hearing their groans and grunts bounce off one another as they use your body for their own pleasure.

you know seonghwa's close by the way his grunts grow louder, hips becoming more sloppy in his movements and him asking you on more time if you like being their whore. 

when you push your hips back on him, disconnecting your mouth from yeosang to let your loud moan ring free, you feel him spill his release into you. it makes you feel warm and full, wondering if you're about to feel the same exact thing on your face and really be a mess tonight.

the second seonghwa pulls out of you, slapping your throbbing clit for good measure before he makes his way around to, yeosang pulls himself from your mouth and eagerly makes his way behind you.

"be gentle," seonghwa warns the boy, grabbing his arm and tightening his hold ever so slightly. "she's gonna be sensitive." 

yeosang only narrows his eyes at the boy challengingly, bending down and taking your pretty face in his veiny hand.

"do you want that, y/n?" he asks, letting his thumb drag over your bottom lip before sticking his finger in your mouth. "do you want me to be gentle?"

 seonghwa rolls his eyes at his friend's approach, shaking his head and resisting the urge to tell him to fuck off purely out of selfish intent.

you also shake your head no, telling him to fuck you as he pleased and yeosang does just that. 

he pushes you on your back and puts your legs up on his shoulders, spreading you like a feast and pounded his throbbing cock into you.

the both of them are different in length and girth but seem to fit you so well. you stretch perfectly, filled up so well by them and feeling every ridge and thrust with immense pleasure.

"holyshit this pussy," yeosang grunted, seonghwa smirking in satisfaction because after all, you were still his girlfriend and it sent a strange sense of pride through him. 

that's why he rests your head on his lap and fondles your chest, palming your nipples and watching as your face twisted into one of pleasure.

it only took five flicks of yeosang's fingers on your clit for you to completely fall apart, spreading your legs and yelping when one of the most intense orgasms destroys your body. 

you’re a shaky, moaning mess, yeosang's hips snapping rapidly into you as seonghwa bends down and silences your mouth with his.

the both of you took some time to catch your breath, yeosang pulling out of you with a curse and placing a kiss to your leg. 

you looked up at seonghwa who's hands were in your sweaty hair, roaming over your face to see if they had gotten too much. if their words and the way they lost control inside of you was suddenly taking an effect.

you only grabbed the back of his neck and tugged him down, your lips meeting with fervor as he smiles into the kiss. he slips his tongue in before pulling back, looking down at you lovingly as he fixes another sweaty strand of hair.

"you okay, baby?" he asks, "you did so fucking good for us."

you nod your head with a lazy smile, stretching out your legs tiredly. the both of you turn to yeosang who was still looking dazed and boneless on the couch.

you giggled into seonghwa's arm, feeling his lips press a kiss against your head. 

"he's not used to you," he hums lowly.

"well, he better," you say, yeosang snapping open one eye as a smirk crosses his lips.

saturday, october 2nd

the sexual part was easy. falling into the motions of all of your desired roles and positions that you liked. 

yeosang was amazing with his fingers, seonghwa was amazing with his tongue and either of them being inside you was guaranteed a good time.

but it was after the sex where you all felt... hesitant.

at first, it had been awkward. 

yeosang not knowing what to do when seonghwa did all his normal aftercare, cleaning up between your legs and brushing your hair and asking a million times if you were okay or needed anything; it had surprised him, honestly, the level of care he put into you afterward. 

but it also surprised him that he found himself waning to do that.

he wanted to stay after, have you in his arms or on his chest with seonghwa on the other side of you. he wanted to see you outside the bedroom, go on dates with you and chastely kiss you and act like a boyfriend the way seonghwa did.

it wasn't until you initiated the first conversation that really set everything in motion.

it started after nearly two hours of swapping positions, riding yeosang as seonghwa jerked himself off before he couldn't take it anymore and sat you on his face. 

they had gotten better at sharing, dirty looks and snide comments still made that were more often than not teasing.

after this particular time, however, you were exhausted. you were just so exhausted and wanted both of them by your side tonight. 

"can you stay," you softly asked yeosang. "i... want you both tonight."

the two boys looked at one another before shrugging because the rule had quickly become what y/n wants, y/n gets. 

you spent the night in between the both of them, your hand intertwined with seonghwa's while your head rested on yeosang's chest.

when the two boys woke before you the next morning, they had looked at each other before looking down at you and knew it felt right. 

not particularly between them, though they didn't mind it, but just the dynamic as a whole. both of them loving you and caring for you and only wanting what's best for you - and if that was both of them, then that's what it was.

because the further you got into your relationship, the more you saw just how much you needed both of them. 

you needed seonghwa for certain things and you needed yeosang for certain things. 

on nights you were feeling particularly vulnerable, you still wanted seonghwa. if a storm was hitting or you were coming down with a cold, you liked the familiar warmness of seonghwa.

but on an intellectual level, talking out your feelings and getting stuff out in the open, you and yeosang clicked. 

you had the same personality, liked the same things, would sometimes even finish the others sentences and be able to know exactly what the other person was thinking. 

you also found that innocent little ways of affection, you liked with yeosang. liked the way your hands fit together and the way his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

the other boys had noticed the change almost immediately, raising their brows at the way yeosang would cuddle you from behind on the couch while seonghwa just sat off to the side unbothered. 

they weren't deaf either, hearing the boys muffled moans mixed in with yours - so naturally, it had been san to discuss the elephant in the room.

"so like... are you three all a thing now? and if so, how do i get in on this?"

you, yeosang and seonghwa let out loud laughs, the latter boy flicking his forehead and smiling when san let out a loud cry. 

"ow! what was that for!"

"for being a perv," he sneered, pushing the boy off the couch so he can sit next to you and yeosang. you moved so your head rested on his lap, your feet on yeosang at he trailed his hand slowly up and down his leg.

eventually, everyone had gotten used to the new normal. had gotten used to seonghwa and yeosang caring for you in the same way, watching their eyes look at you with a matching twinge of love and lust in their eyes.

you and yeosang are now in his bed, giggling and teasing each other over a stupid tv show when you see seonghwa come in with a smile. he smirks when he sees yeosang's hands holding you hostage, your wrists above your head as your red in the face from laughing.

"don't fuck with our girl too much," seonghwa said with a smile, bending down to peck your cheek before snaking his way in bed.

you spent the rest of the night laughing with them, writhing under their hold as they tickle and nip at you. 

and when you guys go to bed a few hours later, your drowsy, warm body in the middle of both of them, the thunder rumbling outside is a pleasant reminder of the night this all started.

(part 2)

[xiaoderys]

❝ Saturated Sunrise ❞ (l.dh, n.jm) I

DISCONTINUED

pairing: haechan x reader, jaemin x reader

genre: crack, fluff, angst, possible smut soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au mixed WITH narrative

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive with possible smut in future chapters

word count: 2.5K

parts: prologue , character-profile, I

synopsis: you gradually lose your ability to see colors as you fall out of love with donghyuck

you were red and you liked me because I was blue. but you touched me and suddenly was a lilac sky. then you decided purple just wasn't for you.

You’ve always loved the rain, unlike your boyfriend who would squirm whenever a single drop touches his golden skin, but then again, who could blame him? he was like the sun; a ball of roaring fire that could never learn to love its polar opposite. But you on the other hand, could never hate it even if you tried, there was just something about it, maybe it’s the tranquility of it, the smell, the aesthetic or the fact that it brings you back to the very night you met Hyuck.

It’s quite funny really, you’d think these only happened in movies and tv shows yet there you were, soaking wet and walking side by side with a boy you barely knew under an umbrella that barely covered you both.

You sighed deeply while looking through the glass windows of the convenience store and up at the dark sky, the rain was pouring and you figured it won’t be stopping any time soon.

You didn’t have your umbrella with you but it was already past 10pm so after a few minutes of internally arguing with yourself, you got out of your seat, walked out and pulled your bag above your head to somehow shield yourself from the rain.

new instagram post from Donghyuck, 1 new text from mom, 6 new notifications from bible study

open? Yes / No

As you took your first few steps outside, you heard the bell ring from behind you, signaling that there was someone going in/out of the store.

You didn’t mind it at first but you heard someone yell “Hey, wait up!” no one else was around so you assumed the person was calling out for you and stopped in your tracks.

You turned around to look and just as you do, a car sped right in front of you which caused the rain water from the ground to be splashed all over you.

“Well, fuck” you exhale.

You lowered the bag covering your head as you were already soaking wet from head to toe and wiped your dripping face swearing to yourself that the universe hated you.

As soon as the car passed, the person on the other side of the road, jogged towards you and adjusted his umbrella over your head “What the hell were you thinking?”

You were quite confused as to why this person was suddenly scolding you so you just furrowed your brows at him.

“Walking home without an umbrella in this weather? Are you stupid?”

“Well what do you want me to do? spend the night at 7-eleven?” you didn’t mean to respond with sarcasm but you just got soaked with rain water and this guy who was nagging you while talking just called you stupid which did not help you and your anger issues.

“Better than ending up looking like a wet dog that just played in the mud but I think it’s a little too late for that” he said as he looked you up and down.

“Hey, it’s not my fault! that guy was driving like he’s in grand theft auto!”

“Well if you just stayed back in the store and waited for the storm to at least calm down a little bit then you wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place and I wouldn’t have had to leave my delicious cup of ramen in there all alone” he raised his brow acting as if he made a point.

“No one asked you to do that”

“No one asked me to be so unbelievably hot either but here I am”, you scoffed at his sudden cockiness but you’d rather eat your own arm than feed a man’s ego so you looked at him with a distasteful expression “Just go back to your ramen, I can handle myself”

“Lies. You’ll freeze to death before you could even get half-way home. Here, take this” he took off his jacket and handed it to you.

The cold wind mixed with rain and your wet clothes hit you like a truck bigger than your ego but your stubbornness still got the better of you “I-I don’t need it”

“you’re literally shivering like a little puppy”, he was right but are you going to admit to that? No.

“I bite into my ice cream without feeling a thing and sleep right in front of the air conditioner, I think I’ll be fine”

He poked his tongue in his cheek, showing his annoyance “Why do you have to be so difficult? you’d rather walk home freezing than put your pride aside for a second?” the angrier he got while scolding you, the more he talked in a pout so instead of scaring you into listening, you actually found it a little cute—

“Hey, are you listening?!” thunder struck all of a sudden which made you flinch and Donghyuck swore right then and there that you were the most adorable thing in existence.

After seeing you jump from the thunder, his expression softened and suddenly the rain was pouring heavier than before and you were shivering like crazy. He sighed, and put his jacket over your shoulders himself.

You were gonna take it off and give it back to him but he stopped you “if you take that off, I’ll kiss you” normally, you would love to challenge a bluff but you couldn’t take it anymore, it was so cold and you had no other choice, so you mumbled a quick “fine” and although it didn’t help much, you did feel a lot warmer.

He smiled at you, satisfied with your decision “Great, so where are we headed?”

“We?” you looked up at him confused

“mhmm, were you just expecting me to give you my umbrella and let you go home with my adidas track top?” he said with a ridiculing expression

“pretty much, yeah”

“This is my only umbrella and that jacket costs over a $60, I’m not letting you walk away with it just like that and besides, there are loads of creeps out here”

“$60 for a jacket this thin?” you held up the sides of the jacket wondering how a jacket so thin could cost more than your weeks worth of allowance.

“Yeah, it’s a bit off a rip-off, but that’s not the point, dummy. I’m your only option of getting home safe wether you like it or not”

“You don’t even know me, why do you care so much if something happens?“

“My gentleman nature is truly my biggest flaw-“ you rolled your eyes and turned around, ready to walk away but he held your shoulders back “ah ah, hold on! My mom would never forgive me if she found out I left a girl all alone to walk home in the rain”

You sighed “Fine but no talking, I’ve already used up all my social juice for the day” he nodded cutely and snuggled beside you.

You didn’t get the chance to think about it but he looked around your age and appeared to be a student as well, considering the fact that he wore a tracksuit and was carrying a backpack.

You tried to catch a glimpse of his face every now and then and you weren’t gonna lie, he definitely wasn’t bad looking.

Being a little shorter than him, it gave you the opportunity to study his side-profile; his jaw was quite defined and his features were really soft and he had these insanely fluffy cheeks oh- and you also noticed his plump lips that made it look like he was always pouting.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” he said with a straight face, not even bothering to look in your direction.

“What?” you widened your eyes, blood rushing to your cheeks due to embarrassment.

“What? you think I haven’t noticed you staring at me for the past five minutes? you’re practically undressing me with your eyes” he playfully rolled his eyes.

You slapped his arm “No, I wasn’t! what’s wrong with you!”

He let out a chuckle, finding your annoyance and the way you turn red when embarrassed very amusing but you on the other hand just stayed with a pout and furrowed brows.

Donghyuck soon realized that you haven’t caught each other’s name yet “so what’s your name?”

“I thought I said no talking”

“Come on, small talk won’t hurt you”

I guess it’s better than walking in awkward silence “I’m y/n”

“Cute. I’m Donghyuck“ he smiled.

Since you were making small talk, you decided to ask about him more “if you don’t mind me asking, are you still a student?”

“A high school junior, yes, you?”

“Oh my god! same!” Donghyuck noticed how you got a little too excited over something so little but little did he know, that your childlike nature was just a sample of your many unforgettable qualities.

“Really? your height is making me think otherwise”

“Hey! My height is average!” you stopped and started to get defensive.

“And it’s not like you could talk, you’re not even that much taller!” that was a lie, he stood a good 7 inches taller than you making him the perfect height to give you forehead kisses.

“Okay mike wazowski, let’s keep it moving”

“Are you really trying to get me mad?!”

You looked so cute with your brows knit together and mouth forming a thin line that Donghyuck just couldn’t help but laugh “No offense but I literally feel like I’m being threatened by a cupcake”

“Do you want to fight?!” and just like that, Donghyuck found his new favorite hobby: annoying the living hell out of you.

“Pftt, what are you gonna do? eat my kneecaps?” he rolled his eyes.

“You know what, take your umbrella, I’m going home on my own!” You were ready to leave and he chuckled “Come onnnnn, I’m just kidding, it’s already-“ he checked his phone for the time “10:57 and I have to be home by midnight”

“Who are you? Cinderella?”

“Yeah but I’m much prettier and charming plus I have a mom who will eat me alive if I stay out too late so let’s get going”

“okay but you have to promise to stop teasing me”

“Alright. I’ll try” and with that you huffed continued with your walk home

You didn’t want to admit it but you really enjoyed Donghyuck’s company, there was just a natural sense of familiarity with him which made you feel at ease.

He would talk about the most random things but no matter what they were, he always found a way to put a smile on your face.

He even talked about his little puppy at home who probably misses him which made you feel bad because the puppy must be so sad right now and here you are, taking up too much of Donghyuck’s time.

You were both so into these conspiracy theories that you didn’t even notice that thirty minutes have passed and you were right in front of you house.

“Well, uhm, this is me” you smiled softly.

“Oh then I guess I’ll get going now” he responded, getting ready to go home.

“Wait uh- thanks for you know, walking me home and stuff.. I’m really sorry for being rude earlier” you looked at the ground, feeling ashamed of how you acted earlier when he was only trying to help.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair “It’s fine, I won’t exactly be very happy either if I got ground water splashed all over me while it’s 10 degrees outside, but you do owe me a cup of ramen”

“Oh come on, that probably only costed like a dollar or something” you whined

“3$ actually and it was a really delicious cup of ramen so I’m gonna have to get your number because I’m not letting this one slide” if Donghyuck was being honest, he couldn’t give two fucks about the ramen; normally, he’d be really mad about it but the fact that he can use it as an excuse to get your number, made up for it.

“fine” and that was how it all started.

Now, you could’ve called a cab that night or asked someone to come pick you up but you didn’t. Call it fate or your brain just wasn’t working at the time but you sure as hell know it happened for a reason because that’s what brought Hyuck to you.

There are forces in the universe that we don’t understand, measurable forces that can’t be explained but also can’t be denied and nobody gets it but maybe that’s what it was because right here, right now you’re with a distressed Donghyuck because you both forgot your umbrellas and have to take shade under an oak tree.

He hated the rain, he would squirm every time it hit his skin yet he still gave up his jacket to cover you. He continued to scold you because quite frankly, you stopping to pet every single stray animal you saw was the reason why you got caught in the middle of the rain anyway.

“You know, one of these days, one of those strays will bite or scratch you and you’re gonna get rabies” there he was again with his lips in a pout, annoyed by the continuous droplets of rain meeting his golden skin.

“Hmm maybe, but until then, I’m gonna stop to pet every single one I see because all of them deserve love and attention. You know, if it were up to me-“ he cut you off “You’re gonna adopt all the stray animals in the world and take care of them, I know. You literally never fail to mention that” you smiled at how he always seems to never listen to you yet he remembers the little things. But then you noticed that he was shivering “are you cold? do you want your jacket back?”

“no, I’m fine” he exhales.

You furrowed your brows and looked at him with worry and of course he noticed.

“Baby, I’m fine, I swear, all this sexual tension between us from being so close together is enough to keep me warm”

You playfully hit his arm and he chuckled “No, seriously, keep it, you need it more than me” oh, he hated it, he hated it so so much. He wanted to be anywhere with you but there but he wasn’t gonna admit to that and he didn’t want you to worry.

Youu started to talk in a pout, a habit you unconsciously picked up from your boyfriend whenever you were worried “but you’re shivering, can we at least share it?”

Donghyuck knows the jacket would never fit the both of you but he also knows that you’re not one to give up easily, it’s one of his most favorite things about you, except when you’re arguing or playing games because you’re both egotistical assholes yet you’re the only one who can put him in his place and the only one he sets his pride aside for.

You looked at him snuggled right beside you, trying his best to not let the rain touch you and despite the situation being unfavorable, right at this exact moment, everything just felt right and you know you were supposed to be here.

[impala-dreamer]

Wash Me Away

SPN FanFIc

~Being lost in Purgatory with Dean takes a toll on Y/N, but a night of rest might do them both good.~

Dean x Reader, Benny, Mentions of Castiel

2,729 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Purgatory Smangst!. Danger. Romance. Rain.

A/N: This is for my Purgatory!Dean square on @spnkinkbingo​​ 2020 and for my darling @covered-byroses​​ who wanted something about the rain. Hope you all enjoy!

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It had been weeks, a month, maybe, since they woke up there. A month of running for their lives, every second on edge, wondering if they’d be fast enough to escape the next monster, strong enough to fend off the next attack. And there was always another attack.

They got a few hours here and there to rest, but they were on the move now, day and night.

Funny how Purgatory could sustain even a human for days without sleep or food. Perhaps the universe was coddling them, keeping them alive just enough so they could find the portal and escape. Or maybe they were just getting used to it, adapting to their new existence.

Dean was harder here, she noticed. He never laughed anymore, never teased her like he used to. She understood, of course. There was no reason to laugh anymore, not with a thousand fangs aimed at their throats.

Y/N tried to keep some hope, tried to show him a smile whenever he needed one, but the darkness was eating at her too. Hell would probably be nicer, she thought, but then again, she wouldn’t be with Dean.

Maybe he was what was keeping her going. Surely, she’d have given up that first night, succumbed to the monsters in and around her after Castiel abandoned them. But, Dean was there to grab her hand and pull, forcing her feet to run, demanding she keep her shit together. And she did. For him.

It helped that they had a mission. They weren’t just trying to get out, they were trying to find Cas. Some days, trudging behind Dean and Benny, Y/N had to bat away the idea that Cas was already dead. If it took three of them working together to get through the minefield that was Purgatory, how could one lone angel survive? She didn’t like to think like that, but it was hard some days.

Then there was Benny. Part of her was absolutely disgusted that Dean had agreed to let him tag along, to make such a deal with a monster. He was a vampire for fuck’s sake, but she understood, in the end. Dean couldn’t keep her safe and look for Cas at the same time. Still, sometimes she felt Benny’s eyes digging into her and it chilled her Hunter’s spirit to the bones.

There were times when they could go no further, when even Dean’s strong legs started to give out. They would sit beneath a tree or hide behind some strangely arranged pile of boulders. Shelter was sparse, so when they happened upon the cave that night, Y/N nearly cried.

Dean didn’t even protest when Benny insisted they both rest inside for the night while he went on ahead. The area around the cave was clear, and Benny promised to patrol the perimeter while they slept.

It was cold and quiet.

The mouth of the cave was about six feet wide and four feet tall, but it opened up into a room big enough to get comfortable in. Dean took the left side, stretching out his long legs as he sat against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/N lay down opposite him, hands like a sorry pillow behind her head as she stared up at the rocky ceiling. There was a bit of pale yellow light coming in from outside, so it wasn’t too dark, and the cracks in the stone gave her something to count and focus on while Sleep ran away.

“This isn’t too bad,” she said, mostly to herself. “Ya know, if we don’t find Cas, we can just hole up here. Maybe excavate a little bit, add some bedrooms, a little kitchen in the back. Could be nice.”

“We’re going to find him,” Dean grumbled, his eyes still closed, lips barely moving. “I’m not living in a cave in this hell hole world.”

Y/N rolled onto her side, head braced by one hand. “Well, technically, this ain’t a hell hole. It’s a purg-hole. That’s a thing I just made up, but anyway.” She held her smile, biting her tongue between her front teeth, but Dean didn’t share her laugh. “Come on, dude,” she said, slapping his boot. “Smile.”

“No.”

“You’ll feel better if you do.”

Dean opened one eye and glared. “How?”

“Because I’ll feel better and that always makes you happy.”

She smiled sadly and he gave in, offering a meager smile that barely lifted his lips.

“See? Thank you.”

She left him alone then, rolling onto her stomach, cursing the world for not packing a sleeping bag before getting blown into another dimension. She should have had her go-bag with her. Would have made things a lot easier.

Thoughts swirled, the silence wrapped around her, and sleep finally came, closing her eyes before she even felt its approach.

She woke to rain.

A faint mist pushed in by a wayward breeze through the cave mouth kissed her eyelids and Y/N stirred, lifting her cheek from her hand and blinking into the dark. Raindrops danced a few feet away, collecting in shallow puddles where the rocks failed to meet in perfect seems.

Suddenly, it was all she ever wanted; the rain, the cool air, the heavy clouds. Her soul ached for it.

“Dean.”

She called to him gently but he was already awake, emerald eyes turned towards the same raindrops.

“Yeah, Y/N/N?” His voice was softer now, calmer after his rest.

“Come with me,” she whispered, lifting up onto her hands and knees.

Dean caught her left wrist as she tried to crawl out of the cave, shaking his head when she turned back, curious. “Don’t. You don’t know what’s out there.”

She sighed. “Benny’s walking the treeline. All that’s out there right now is rain. And I want to feel it on my face, Dean. It’s been too long.”

Her eyes misted over and something inside him gave in. His fingers released their hold on her wrist and he rolled to his knees, following her out.

They didn’t go too far; just a few yards away from the cave, but it felt like miles.

Y/N closed her eyes as she lifted her arms and turned her face to the sky. There was no Heaven up there, not anymore, not where they were, but for a moment, she felt it. Each drop of rain stung her face but she loved every one. It felt good, clean.

The water seeped into their clothes and soaked their hair, rinsing them clean of days of mud and muck. The dried blood on Dean’s cheek faded away and he lifted his hands, scrubbing them down his face with a sigh of relief.

“This feels amazing,” he said, finally cracking a real smile. He closed his eyes and let himself breathe; the first moment’s peace in a long while.

“Yeah.” Y/N’s voice broke, sadness creeping in. She dropped her head and the downpour massaged her neck with pounding pellets that trickled down under her collar. “It is.”

Dean heard her tone change and turned towards her, watching her shiver but not care to move. “What’s wrong?” His voice was tender as he came close; he was afraid for her, worried.

Y/N licked the water from her lips and looked up at him. Her eyes were as wet as anything else, but the reason wasn’t the same. “I don’t know.” She offered a lying smile but he wouldn’t have it.

“Tell me.”

His hand found her cheek.

She sighed deeply, shoulders dropping. “I just wanna stay here and let the rain wash me away.”

Dean pursed his lips, concerned dimples popping as he brushed the water from her cheek with his thumb. “Why?”

Y/N shook her head gently as she spoke. “It’s too much; I’m not gonna make it out here. You know that, Dean.” She took a breath as thunder rolled above them. “You should leave me in the cave. Go find Cas. Go get out of here.”

Dean’s chest burned at the thought; guilt stabbing his heart. “No.” He grabbed her face in both hands, holding her to him, forcing her to meet his eye. “I’m not leaving you, ever.”

Y/N tried to pull away but he refused, keeping her locked there, head in his hands, alone in the rain. He stared her down, hard, unblinking even as water crept into his eyes. His left eyelid trembled and she laughed.

“You’re an idiot,” she yelled, voice weak over the pouring rain.  

Dean smiled and bent his lips to hers. “Yeah, I am.”

They stood there in the downpour, not a single care for the first time in weeks. They kissed until the air between them was too thin, until their mouths filled with rain. Y/N tugged at the lapels of his leather coat and Dean’s hand slid up under her layers to lay on the small of her back. Any time she left for a deep breath, he pulled her closer, that big hand urging her to stay.

“We should go,” she managed after a long while, her breath heavy on his lips.

His eyes fell closed and his mouth reached for her. “No. Please.”

Y/N wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and moaned as he kissed his way across her jaw. “Take me back inside,” she whispered. “I need you.”

He let her go quickly, grabbing her hand as her boots sank into the mud. Together they climbed through the storm back up to the cave, desperate to settle down inside.

They stripped in a fury, no ceremony or tender hands. It was cold suddenly, and the dampness of their clothes was seeping in deep.

There was just enough room for him to stand and Dean used all of it, rushing to her and scooping Y/N into his arms once the sodden fabrics were kicked aside. They should have had a fire, but all they had was each other.

He kissed her harder, passion and desperation driving his tongue roughly between her lips. Y/N held on to his shoulders as he moved her where he wanted, absently walking her back until the stone shocked her skin.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” she laughed, turning her face from Dean’s kiss.

His hands slid around her, long fingers splayed out like a barrier over her back. “I’ll warm you up,” he growled, nipping at her pulse.

His kisses traveled downwards and Y/N ran her hands through his wet hair, sighing blissfully as his mouth closed around her nipple. “That’s pretty good…”

Dropping to his knees, Dean looked up with a smirk. “Oh wait,” he teased, sliding his right hand upwards to part her thighs. “There’s more.”

“I’m sure there is-” A gasp stole her words as Dean’s lips pressed against her pussy. She shuddered and sank down against the cavern wall, opening up for his tongue. He rolled it slowly across her clit, sending every bit of blood and thought straight down to it. She throbbed almost painfully as he fucked her open, fingers and lips working together to draw heavy moans from the back of her throat. She held on, fingers in his hair, hands tugging on his ears.

It had been too long since she had felt him, forever since she’d even had a thought to spare on pleasure, and her nerves were pulsing. Dean lifted her right leg to hook over his shoulder and the new angle gave his tongue more access than Y/N could stand. She shook almost violently as she came, her tight-lipped cry echoing down into the depths of their cave.

Dean pulled away, face shining with her slick juices, lips red and swollen. “Warm enough?” he asked, slowly drawing his tongue across his bottom lip, savoring her taste.

It took a moment for her brain to connect to her mouth, and Y/N took a deep breath as she dropped her leg from his shoulder. “Not quite.” She fell down to his level, knees crashing too hard into the rocky floor. “My turn.”

Her smile was delicious and Dean kissed her hard, humming into her as she ran her hands down his smooth chest.

“That’s nice,” he laughed, breath hitching as she tugged at his nipples. “Fuck.”

He was already hard between them and Y/N took advantage, wrapping one hand firmly around his cock while the other curled around the nape of his neck. She sucked at his lips while she stroked him, watching as the tension and worry melted from his face. Lines faded, his forehead relaxed, shoulders slumped as she worked him gently. When he wobbled, unsteady on his knees, she let him go, crawling over to the pile of damp clothes.

Dean watched in a daze as she lay down, opening her arms to him.

“Come ‘ere.”

He fell down against her, heavy body crushing her beautifully into the stone. He pushed between her legs; thick hips keeping her warm against the cool wind. “Fuck, I missed this.”

His whisper tickled her breast and Y/N cupped his jaw, urging him to look up. “Me too.” She traced his cheek with her fingertips, lightly skimming the slowly healing cut on his cheekbone.

“How?” she asked, suddenly melancholy once more.

Dean rolled against her, his cock pushing up across her slit. “How what?”  

Her body tensed as he nudged at her clit, forcing her eyes to close and her heart to race. “How- how are we even here right now?” She tried to focus on his weight, the heat of him pushing into her, but it was easier to let the pounding rain take her mind away. “Are we dead? Are our bodies back on Earth in pieces all over that lab? I don’t-”

Dean pulled away and locked his arms aside her head. “Do you really want to worry about that right now?”

Y/N let his voice pull her back and she stared into his eyes. He was just as worried, just as sad as she, but Dean was living in the moment. That was all he could handle.

“No,” she said finally, giving him a tiny smile as she cupped his face and pulled him down to her. She kissed away the worry and nibbled at his pain, afraid to let him go even as he pushed up on his knees to bury his thick cock deep inside of her.

They lay in the mouth of the cave, Y/N’s head resting on Dean’s arm like a pillow. He curled himself around her, knees behind hers, nose tucked in the crook of her neck.

The rain had eased to a drizzle and Y/N followed an errant droplet as it raced down the rocks. When it added itself to the puddle by her hand, she pulled it back and fit her hand inside Dean’s.

“You think he’s really out there still?” she asked on the end of a sigh.

“Yeah, I do.” Dean left a final kiss on her shoulder before rolling away. “I have to.”

“We could just leave now, you know.”

Dean pulled his arm away and sat up, reaching for his jeans.

“I love Cas, don’t get me wrong,” she explained, staring at the faint track the raindrop had left on the rocks. “I just...I’m not…”

“Hey.” Dean’s gruff tone pulled her out of the fog and she turned to him. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, you hear me?”

Y/N nodded but swallowed hard, fear heavy in her chest. “Yeah.”

“I mean it.” He grabbed her hand between both of his and squeezed. “I have two goals in my life right now. Find Cas and get us all home. I’m not giving up on either and neither are you.”

Emerald shone bright, even in the dark, and Y/N let herself believe him.

Dean dipped his chin to catch her gaze. “OK?”

Y/N smiled softly. “OK.”

He kissed her knuckles quickly and then let her go, pulling the wet denim up to his knees. “Good. Now, let’s get dressed before Benny gets back. I don’t need no bloodsucker peepin’ on my girl.” He winked and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” she laughed.

Dean licked his lips and shrugged. “I think we’ve already established that.”

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[baepop]

Sacrifice

When you go on a camping trip with your group of friends, you realize things aren’t as they seem.

Word Count: 14.3k

Pairing: You x Namjoon, You x BTS Members

Genre: Thriller, Smut, Angst

Warnings: OC is fucked in the head basically (disturbing thoughts/ actions); gore, graphic descriptions (It’s really not too bad but I want to make sure I cover all my bases)

Part 1 | Part 2

You could only see his profile during the duration of the car ride, but it’s all you really needed, enough to hold you off until you could get him alone.

It was easy to pretend you two were alone, two love birds skipping town to spend time together on a retreat away from all of your troubles. You were, after all, in the quieter car (save for Namjoon’s whistling) and that was because of who was riding in the back. Jungkook and Yoongi hardly ever said a word, not even to each other, so the drive up the mountain was peaceful. It was one of those drives that had you zoning out and imagining your life was completely different. Though, you couldn’t say your reveries were that diverse. They were all just variations of the same fantasy where you and Namjoon were madly in love, married and sometimes living in a foreign country. Well, you, Namjoon and his child growing inside of you. Being pregnant, for once, wasn’t just another daydream, and you were thankful for that.

It was easy to pretend he was your summer love, something light and airy, uncomplicated and fun, but it was anything but. He often gave you mixed signals, caused you to stay up at night wondering what he meant when he said this and that, and stressed you out about the authenticity of your relationship. You two simply didn’t exist as a couple outside of your own private sphere, and that worried you for many reasons.

You reclined back on your seat and reminisced about the precious moments you’d shared with him, specifically the first time you two met. It was years ago, at a party thrown by a friend of a friend of a friend. You decided to attend last minute, and you were glad you did, because as soon as you entered the kitchen, there he was, facing his back towards you as he carefully poured himself a drink. You were instantly filled with a sense of serendipity, convinced that the universe placed him in your path that night for a reason, because although this would be the first time you two would talk, it wouldn’t be the first time you’d laid eyes on him.

This had to be a sign, you two were somehow meant to be. You just knew it.

Without much of a second thought, you closed the distance in between you and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and took your breath away, just like that. God, he was so perfect, and you, you were nothing, a lowly admirer that would never have a chance. But being near him made you feel like someone, and it was enough of a feeling to cling onto as long as you needed to. Even after all this time, he still had that effect on you.

You smiled and looked at Namjoon once more before returning to your memory.

Your mouth was dry, and your mind went blank, not having bothered to come up with a plan for when you got this far.

“Hmm? Oh, it’s you.” The boy turned back to the task at hand, but instead of lifting his now full cup to his lips, he handed it to you and got himself another. You gladly took it, blushing at the idea that he seemed to recognize you somehow.

“Y-You know who I am?” You smiled at the brim of your cup, batting your eyelashes.

“Yeah, you’re the girl who followed me around the bookstore the other day.” You grew impossibly redder than before.

Your mind drifted to the day he was referring to. You were at your favorite shop in town, perusing the cookbooks when your favorite person walked in, sounding the familiar chime of the creaky wooden front door. You didn’t ogle right away, instead choosing to feign interest in Chrissy Teagan’s recipes as you watched Namjoon’s wispy silver hairs sway to and fro from the corner of your eye. He was surveying the science fiction book he had just picked up, and you wondered if he was going to buy it this time, since this wasn’t the first time he had gravitated towards that novel upon entering. He did end up buying it, but only after perusing the manga section for 20 minutes.

You didn’t think he noticed you that day. You must’ve been getting sloppier, you thought. Either way, the idea of him noticing you made you giddier than it did nervous.

“O-Oh.” It was all you could say. You had been caught red handed, after all. But he was smooth, easy on the eyes and had such a calming presence to him that you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you should’ve been. It just made you like him even more.

He clapped his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, we’re all a little weird.” With a tentative smile, he bumped his cup with yours then walked away. You stared after him wistfully, butterflies in your stomach and stars in your eyes. He was, decidedly, the coolest person you’d ever know, so you followed him around that party all night, and this time you weren’t sneaking around.

You sighed and turned away from his beautiful face, choosing instead to squint at the rowdy car driving right beside you. The rest of the boys were there, and it looked like they were having such a heated discussion that they’d swerve into oncoming traffic at any minute. You chuckled to yourself, watching Hoseok take his eyes off the road to lean back and flail his arms around attempting to smack Taehyung.

Taehyung and that mouth of his, I wonder what he said to piss off this hyung this time.

“What’s so funny?” You looked over at Namjoon. His eyes were now trained on you, gentle and patient. His smile was slight, but it was still enough to bring his dimples out, and your heart leaped at the sight. It still bewildered you that no matter how chaotic your thoughts might be, a simple look of his was enough to still raging waters, each patient smile of his serving as a life preserver.

“Nothing, I’m just happy we’re doing this. I really needed to get away for a bit, you know?” Namjoon’s smile widened before he turned back to the road, resuming his whistling as the car continued to carry you for miles into what looked like uncharted territory. Dense foliage and vegetation surrounded the roads and went on uninterrupted like a background real. It was beautiful, to say the least.

You were simply content with taking in the change in scenery, because there was something magical about how a different environment could equate to a different persona. Back home, you were the same old you with your same old troubles. But out here, so far away from home, you could be anyone you wanted, so you imagined you were a farm girl who grew up with horses and lots of land, easily imagining yourself travestying the forest with innate expertise and grace.

It was fun, until the looming rainclouds ruined your reverie.

“Looks like it’s going to rain.” Yoongi woke up from his nap long enough to point out the obvious. Namjoon didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the road ahead with both hands on the wheel. You recognized the seriousness in his demeanor, because while he would never express his worried thoughts outwardly, you knew he was still human. It was one of the things you loved about him so much, the role he played amongst his long-time friend group. He was always their fearless leader, even in situations that warranted a reasonable amount of fear.

When you first started hanging out with them, it was one of the first things you noticed about him, the way everyone seemed to gravitate towards him, to say things to gain his approval. But none of it seemed to ever go to his head. He was always kind, intelligent and understanding.

As you watched him from the passenger seat, you wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, to put your hand on his lap or hold out your palm for him to take, but you knew it’d be a bad idea, so instead his worry became your worry, watching the clouds and the road like a hawk while keeping track of time to make sure you could arrive to the encampment in time to beat the definite rain shower.

Eventually, a soft road that veered off the highway presented itself amongst a clearing in the trees. Namjoon slowed down enough for the second car to follow his lead as he turned into the dirt. You drove for a little while, past all kinds of trees and shrubbery that blended into countless other vegetation until a round clearing of a couple yards in diameter appeared up ahead. Namjoon parked the car further up to allow the second car to park behind him. Once the vehicles were off, you all got to work setting up the tents. It had grown darker, much darker than it was even just half an hour ago, and because of that, Namjoon suggested setting up the giant tent instead for the night since it appeared it might be storming all night. Everyone was okay with that, except for you. You were looking forwards to a little alone time with Namjoon, but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen, at least not tonight.

With a combined effort, you all had the massively sized tent pitched and erect under the biggest tree in the lot along with blankets, pillows and sleeping bags set up inside, one after the other. Only 5 minutes had passed after zipping up the entrance to the tent before the torrential downpour came down with a vengeance. You pouted as the only remaining light was blighted by the sky’s bad mood. This was an awful start to you and Namjoon’s romantic getaway.

The boys always talked about their legendary camping trips, it seemed, only exclusively around you. They always had insiders and memories from coming here every summer, moments you weren’t a part of that made you feel like an outsider. You were so tired of feeling left out that you finally begged Namjoon to let you come along. He nonchalantly agreed, much to your disappointment. You wanted him to say yes of course, but you wanted him to feel the excitement of going camping with a girlfriend and not just with another one of the guys. Although you were a part of the group, you wanted to be more to Namjoon.

You weren’t allowed much time to glower in the dark before the boys’ antics were lifting you from your funk. First, it was Jin with his whooping and hollering, then Hoseok with his imitation of bird noises that sounded god awful. You laughed at the knuckleheads along with everyone else.

Eventually, Namjoon found the lanterns he had packed away for a situation like this. Soft yellow light filled the tent, bouncing off the green fabric and onto everyone’s sweaty faces. You all sat facing each other, looking around at who would be the next source of entertainment to drown out the droning of the pitter patter going on all around you.

“So, what do you guys normally do when you get here?” You looked at Namjoon, then around the room, genuinely curious about what they found fun about this place.

“Well,” Taehyung was the first to speak, rubbing his neck as he looked at the shadows being casted onto the fabric, “it’s never rained when we’ve come here, so this is a first. We’ve never even had to use this giant tent before.”

“Yeah Y/N, why did you have to ruin it for us. It’s no coincidence that it starts pouring on the same day you decide to tag along.” Jimin shot you a playful look. His teasing always sounded harsh, but you knew he was always all bark and no bite, so you rolled your eyes and pushed him. His eyes shrunk into crescent moons as a pillowy smile dawned his features.

“Shut the fuck up.” You quipped at the boy which had him quirking a brow at you. You only ever cussed at Jimin while being around the other guys because you knew how much they liked to bust his balls.

“Yeah, Jimin, shut the fuck up.” Taehyung followed in your lead which had everyone laughing, especially you, when Jimin shot you a not so playful look this time around.

“Oh! I know,” Jin grabbed the small flashlight that was attached to his keys and held it under his chin for spooky effect, “Let’s tell scary stories.” You rolled your eyes at his childish proposal but couldn’t help chuckling when the boys whooped and cheered. Sometimes you felt like you were hanging with 5th graders around them, but you secretly loved it.

“Me first! Me first!” Taehyung waved his hand in the air to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright, but this better be fucking good. It’s the first one so it’s gotta set the tone for the rest of the stories.” Everyone collectively turned to the blonde in wait. He jutted out his tongue to wet his bottom lip as he thought for a second.

“Okay, so…one time, I was playing hide and seek in this abandoned house—”

“NEXT!!!!” Jin yelled then handed the flashlight to Hoseok. Everyone laughed again after Taehyung frowned, clearly displeased that no one gave his story a chance.

“Ah jeez, I’m the worst with this kind of thing.” Hoseok scratched his head, embarrassed to have the entire group watching and listening to him at once. “Okay…um. Okay, so one time—”

“NEXT!” Jin screamed and Hoseok chucked the flashlight at his head. Jin was by far the most obnoxious of the group. If your friend group was a class, he would’ve been the clown and the problematic child all rolled into one.

Jin caught the tiny accessory on his chest then looked around the room for the next person to annoy. When his eyes landed on you, you knew you were his next target. He tossed the flashlight into your lap and you made no moved to pick it up, instead looking back at him with a serious expression.

“What’s the matter? You too scawed to tell us a stowy?” Jin jutted out his bottom lip, mocking you as he always did. You rolled your eyes.

“If you think I’m going to get baited into telling a story after what you just did to them, you’re stupider than you look” Jin smiled then looked down, trying but failing to keep his expression serious.

“I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise.” He held his hand over his heart and batted his eye lashes at you. You flared your nostrils, finding the entire notion unappealing. To the 6 onlookers, it might’ve seemed innocent, but you knew better. Jin was always trying to get into your pants, each tactic used cheesier and more obnoxious than the last. It left a bad taste in your mouth, but you resolved to put up with it in order to be able to stay close to Namjoon. You peered up at your crush who sat opposite of you in the circle. His eyes were watchful and waiting, so you blushed and decided to entertain the idea.

With a sigh, you began your spooky tale, making sure to make eye contact with all of the boys as you did so, speaking in a slow and quiet tone that you knew would easily frighten them.

“This happened last year, actually. I was in my bedroom—”

“I like where this is going already.” Jin interrupted you as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” Yoongi, whom was very much so the listening type, found his outbursts equally as annoying as you did. When he looked back at you, you continued your story.

“Anyway, I was on my bed,” You looked at Jin for a second, checking to see if he was going to interrupt you again. The sight of him almost popping a blood vessel to keep quiet was extremely funny to you, “looking for a song to put on my phone to zone out to. I put my headphones on, and right before I hit play, I hear a woman’s voice singing right into my ear. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…you make me happy when skies are grey.” You sang in a creepy slow tune, looking around the circle and nearly laughing when you saw Hoseok’s adam’s apple bob up and down. “So I looked at my phone to make sure it wasn’t playing some creepy song by mistake, and nothing. I took the headphones off and the singing continued. Slowly, the woman’s voice became sadder, until she started crying while singing. Her voice was so close to my ear that I could hear the sniffles as if they were my own. I figured I must’ve been going temporarily insane or something, so I turned the lights off and went to sleep with a pillow on my ears, but the singing continued all night. That freaked me out so bad, that I looked up historical information about my house, and you know what I found?” You made eye contact with Jungkook whose mouth and eyes were wide open, concentrating on your story. You knew they must’ve all been entranced if the one who didn’t believe in any of this stuff was frozen like that, so you continued on. “A woman and her child died in my room a long time ago. She accidentally rolled on top of her sleeping baby in the middle of the night and when she woke up… it was dead. It’s said that she held it for days afterward, singing You Are My Sunshine until she starved to death.” You looked around again, holding back a laugh when everyone simply stared back at you wordlessly.

“…NEXT!”

You threw the flashlight at Jin’s head, “I fucking knew it!” Everyone chuckled as both of your outbursts dissipated the tension in the air.

“Hey, I let you tell the story, didn’t I?! Jin rubbed the spot on the side of his head where the flashlight had nicked him.

The rain never let up, so you all made your peace with sleeping all together in the tent. As everyone got cozy in their respective spots, you frowned seeing Namjoon settle in between Hoseok and Yoongi. I guess it was too much to hope for anyway.

The only spot left to take was beside Jin at the end of the row of sleeping bags, and it had your frown turning into a full-blown scowl. You just knew it wasn’t going to be a peaceful night now that it’s come to this.

You fluffed your pillow and laid down gingerly so as not to touch the boy who was watching you with a smirk. Namjoon turned off the lanterns and flashlights, leaving all of you staring up at the apex of the tent in darkness. The only sounds that could be heard was the rain falling incessantly, and it would’ve been enough to lull you all to sleep, if it wasn’t for the piercing cry that rocked the forest and your tent right along with it.

You all stiffened at the same time, not daring to breathe as you waited for a commotion that never came. It sounded as if a woman was getting stabbed in the trees just past the clearing, the sound was haunting and pronounced and it had all of your hairs at attention. Just as quickly as the screech disturbed the quiet of the night, it had gone and left a deafening void in its absence that made way for the droning of the rainfall. You were all sure she’d come bounding towards the tent soon after, calling out for help.

The tension and unspoken fear hung heavy in the air as Namjoon cleared his throat to speak, “Relax everyone, it was probably just a red fox nearby.”

“Bullshit! What animal sounds like that!?” Hoseok looked over at Namjoon incredulously.

“Red foxes, actually, both male and female. They have a distinct cry that mimics the sound of a human female in distress. They often use it to ward off predators such as coyotes or wolves, or as a mating call.”

“Well that’s just terrific.” Yoongi grumbled, unhappy to hear that there may be aggressive animals in the area.

“Now hold on, it could just be trying to get its dick wet, I don’t blame it. Scream on little buddy.” Everyone chuckled at Jin’s joke except for you and Jungkook. You were tired and just wanted to sulk in peace.

“They also,” Another scream that sounded slightly farther away pierced through the trees and had everyone flinching simultaneously, “scream in sets, so be prepared to listen to it for a little while.” Everyone groaned collectively. “It seems to be moving farther away, so hopefully we can sleep soon.”

No one talked after that, silently waiting for the screams to stop. Though they gradually faded into the rest of the sounds of the forest, it only sounded more and more bone chilling, like a haunted echo, a wailing woman running through the trees in pain and agony.

Eventually, the boys fell asleep one by one with Hoseok being the first one to start snoring. Everyone made fun of him, of course.

You laid awake listening to the sounds of the night. You were used to falling asleep to the sounds of a television, and trying as hard as you may, closing your eyes and pretending you were in your bed at home just wasn’t working. You began thinking about what the next day would entail. You were hoping to get some alone time with Joon, but you weren’t sure how to go about it with all of his guy friends around. You considered asking him to teach you how to fish, something that would require you two to get away for a bit and have some peace.

Suddenly, you felt a finger caressing your arm lightly and you didn’t have to turn your head to know who it was. You grimaced, opening your eyes and staring straight ahead at the fabric of the tent. You had laid on your side with your back facing Jin, but he slowly turned over to face you. You shook your shoulder to get him off, but it only earned a low chuckle from him. He always thought you to be feisty, even when you were just plain pissed and wanting to be unbothered.

Jin was simply trying to get lucky a second time, but you weren’t having it, each of his advances making you angrier than the last. You thought you had made yourself clear after that one drunken night, but every time you rejected him it seemed to make him only want you more.

It happened last year at a house party Yoongi threw. You were all there along with a ton of their friends. No one you knew came, because you didn’t have any friends other than the boys, so you followed Namjoon around like a puppy as he made his rounds to greet people he recognized. You always waited for him to introduce you, but he never did, and it only made your party mood disappear into a cloud of frustration and loneliness.

You loved listening to him talk, loved listening to his stories and anecdotes. He was well read and therefore well spoken. He had the ability to captivate any room and teach you something new in the process. It wasn’t just his boyishly good looks that drew you to him, all of your friends were handsome. You were in love with everything else about him too, the way he smiled shyly whenever someone complimented him, the way he could be so graceful yet so clumsy at the same time, even the way his room was full of Ryan plushies. No one knew about that detail except for you. He’d never let anyone inside of his room except for you, and you held that one little detail as a trophy.

That particular night was different, however. You were used to him not paying as much attention to you when the guys were around, but now you were competing for his attention with the rest of the party goers, especially the pretty girls that had shown up when they heard Yoongi was throwing a party for once. You didn’t blame them for the way they fawned over Namjoon and his gorgeous dimples, but you blamed him for the way he pretended you weren’t even there half of the time. You were so upset that you began drinking yourself into oblivion, determined to prove to yourself and to the others who were giving you sympathy looks that you could have a good time without Namjoon. You hated the way they made eye contact with you every time Namjoon spoke over you, or ignored something you said, each moment sending blood rushing to your cheeks and your lips crashing into the rim of your solo cup.

You had skipped dinner while helping the boys get the house ready for the party, so by the time your third cup was empty you could barely speak a coherent sentence let alone maintain eye contact. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. Your memories of it consisted of incomplete reels of the boys picking your arms up and dropping them, laughing as they refilled your cups, and getting you to say tongue twisters for their enjoyment.

You were sufficiently drunk and had managed not to gravitate towards Namjoon’s side for the past hour, so you allowed yourself to peak at him from beyond the rim of your cup only to find a red headed girl that you mildly recognized from your neighborhood, sitting on his lap. They were talking intimately, and his smile was dazed, almost sleepy. His cheeks were flushed as he spoke. You couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, but you had to imagine it was the funniest joke in the world with the way she keeled over onto him laughing and continuously patting his chest. He was smitten, and you were green with envy.

You had to get out of eyesight lest you vomit the four mixed drinks you had downed. You stumbled into the kitchen, bumping into people on the way there.

“Fuck, fuck fuck! Where’s all the alcohol?!” You slammed your hands against the countertop, looking around at all of the empty bottles littered throughout.

“Easy there, drunky. We ran out so Hoseok and Jimin left to get some more. Not that you need anymore, you can barely stand.” Jin held you by the elbow as you swayed back and forth, but you ripped your arm out of his grasp so fast that it had you stumbling backward into the island. He chuckled, coming forward again to hold you upright.

“I don’t need your help! I’m fine!”

“Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?” The boy’s grip on you was ironclad, so you sighed and blinked a couple times, trying to regain your composure.

Finally, you looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, and his forehead was sweaty. His eyes were trained on you but his gaze was far away, unable to focus on anything in particular. Although it seemed he could hold his liquor well, he was definitely wasted. You narrowed your eyes, poking him in the chest roughly.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this before, but I find you very annoying.”

This time Jin didn’t hold back his laughter. “Oh yeah?”

“YEAH! You always think you’re soooo funny,” You flailed your arms about to drive your point home, but it only made him laugh even more, “when you’re actually just super obnoxious!”

“That’s it, let it all out.” He hovered over you, his hand never left your arm and his eyes remained on yours centimeters apart.

“And…and you know what else?!”

“Hmm?”

“Your jokes are corny too!”

Jin guffawed, feigning offense. He found this all too entertaining. “Is that all? Are you done?”

You shook your head childishly, feeling proud of yourself for telling him off like you’d always wanted to.

“Well, if I’m so corny and obnoxious, then you’re extremely fucking weak.” Jin spat the words out at you which had you blinking rapidly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You huffed, furrowing your eyebrows. Being intoxicated always made your emotions run high, so his simple jab was already getting you worked up.

Jin nodded towards the entrance of the kitchen in the direction of the party happening in the living room. “If I had to take a guess, you got yourself nice and wasted because legsformiles over there is occupying all of Namjoon’s attention.” You couldn’t hide the hurt in your eyes. Fuck, is it that obvious? The brunette leaned into you only to whisper in your ear with pure malicious intent, “You’re pretty pathetic if you ask me.”

You flushed with indignance. Suddenly you were trying to rip your arm out of his grip wildly, wanting nothing but to run so you could cry in private, but he wasn’t letting you.

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously going to go bawl your little eyes out after I just called you pathetic? Where’s that fire I always see in you? Where’s that girl that doesn’t take anyone’s bullshit?”

“She’s right fucking here and she’s tired of your shit!” You huffed, looking up at him with watery eyes and crimson cheeks. You could feel the heat radiating off of you in waves.

“Oh yeah? Then prove me wrong then. Prove to me that you’re not just this weak bitch pining over a guy that doesn’t even like you.” Jin let you go and backed away. He half expected you to stomp into the living room and embarrass yourself in front of Namjoon some more. He also half expected you to bolt out of the house to go cry in the bushes. Either way, he was sure to watch since the party was already boring to him. He sees his friends every day, and he’s slept his way through the entire female body in attendance, so he had been bored all along and messing with you was the first amusing thing that’s happened all night.

What Jin wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to press your hand against his dick. His eyes bulged as he looked down at you then at your hand.

“Okay, I’ll prove you wrong. Fuck me.”

Jin chuckled uneasily, confused as to whether this was a trap or not.

“Y/N stop fucking around!” Jin slapped your hand off of him and gripped your shoulders roughly to try and shake you out of whatever momentary craze you had come under.

“I’m serious! Fuck me, right here. I’m not some weak bitch.” You spat the words out at him, tempting him as your hands slid under his shirt. “I don’t need Namjoon’s attention when there’s clearly another fuck boy desperate for it.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like being reduced to just another fuckboy with a crush on you, but hell, he wasn’t one to keep a girl begging. It only took a couple seconds before he turned you over and hiked your dress up your waist. He bent you over the island while you kept an eye out on the entrance of the kitchen.

Jin pushed your underwear halfway down your thighs impatiently, licking two of his fingers and running them along your entrance to see if you were ready for him. You were surprisingly wet, earning a smile from the boy. She’s a fucking freak that gets off on this kind of shit, who’d have thought?

Jin plunged his fingers into your cunt, swirling his fingers around briefly as he fumbled with his zipper.

“Fuck!” He accidently got his boxers caught on his zipper. You rolled your eyes, getting impatient and quickly losing steam.

After yanking his pants down, he wasted no time slapping his impressive length against your pussy then shoving the head into you. You gasped, feeling how much he was already filling you up. You hadn’t expected him to be so well endowed. You now understood why girls in your town took turns flocking to Jin whenever he was around, as if he was a new ride at a carnival that they all scored free tickets to. This was exactly what you needed to forget, forget about Namjoon in the other room getting felt up by another girl much more attractive and feminine than you. You just wanted to get out of your own head for a moment, to feel wanted and attractive in someone’s eyes, even if it was annoying ass Jin.

You struggled to keep your moans low as he fucked you fiercely against the marble. He pounded into you with an intensity that had you seeing stars prematurely. He groped your flesh greedily, struggling to keep up his ferocity with impaired motor skills. He took turns groping your ass and your hips, releasing air tightly through gritted teeth as he reveled in the feeling of your tight walls squeezing his dick. You wanted to moan so loudly, you’d never been fucked like this before, but the only thing worse than having to live with the reality of letting Jin of all people fuck you in public was having others know about it too.

Suddenly your voice of reason weakly pounded against the walls of your mind, pleading for you to think about what you were doing. Jin doesn’t care about you. But Namjoon does, he just doesn’t show it how you want him to. How do you think he’d feel if he found out about this?

Tears sprang to your eyes involuntarily and suddenly you were sobbing against the counter. Jin caught wind of the tiny sniffles and froze. His dick immediately went soft as he pulled it out of you, bending over you to see if you were okay.

“Jesus fucking Christ kid, get a hold of yourself!”

“I—I—” You struggled to get a sentence out, your chest heaving involuntarily, and hot tears poured over your rosy cheeks. You stood up and let Jin help you put your underwear back on, but his hand stilled before it could pull your dress down. Both of your attentions were now drawn to the entryway where Jungkook stood in sheer horror. His mouth was wide open and full of food, his hand holding an empty beer can. He didn’t come in any further, but he also made no moves to leave, until you yelled at him.

“Get the fuck out of here Jeon!!” The boy scrambled out of the kitchen so fast it was almost enough to make you laugh if you weren’t so busy feeling fucking awful about yourself.

You pushed Jin’s hands away and finished pulling your dress down. Your moment of embarrassment slowly faded and made room for more tears, so you swiftly turned and left through the exit in the kitchen. Jin was right all along, you just ended up leaving to go cry by the bushes after all.

It was when you were out of tears and down to sniffles when you heard the door creak open then slam closed. The smell of smoke invaded your senses. You turned to see Jin pop a squat next to you with a cigarette in his mouth and another one nestled in between his fingers extended to you. You took it and put it in between your lips as he held a zippo flame up to the end of it, nurturing the fire with a closed palm.

You pulled and inhaled before exhaling a cloud of translucent white into the quiet of the night. Turning the cigarette over in your fingers to look at it properly, you realized they were menthols, your least favorite kind, but you smoked it nonetheless.

“You have until the end of this cigarette,” You took another pull and exhaled the smoke through your nostrils, your body physically calming down and easing your mind, “and then we go back to how we always were. This never happened, and you’ve always been annoying Jin, capeche?”

Jin chuckled, looking at you for a moment before looking away. “Fine by me sweetheart. But we had a witness so, I don’t know how far you’re going to get living in denial.”

You cringed, remembering the look on Jungkook’s face, the judgement in his eyes. You cussed, flicking some of the ash off of your cigarette.

“Relax. I’ll talk to the kid.” You looked over at Jin and the seriousness in his face and tone. It allowed you to relax and trust in him, so you both sat in silence, inhaling and exhaling for a while.

When the alcohol arrived, Jin left your side and you went home to shower, trying desperately to scrub off all of your shame, but it was futile. You perpetually made bad decisions, and you were always forced to wear them like tattoos.

Things happened exactly as you both had said, however. Well, almost exactly. Jungkook never said a word about the ordeal, and you and Jin had continued bickering and pretending nothing had ever happened between you. He kept hitting on you unabashedly and you kept swatting him away like a pesky bug that just wouldn’t quit.

But you were starting to think that the lack of intimacy between you and Namjoon had emboldened him, since he had never actually touched you intimately like this apart from that time in the kitchen.

As you laid there being caressed by him, you panicked, feeling like your past wouldn’t stop suffocating you.

“Stop.” You spoke plainly and in a low voice so as not to wake up the others. Jin’s hand froze as he propped his body up on his elbow to get a better look at you.

“C’mon, you honestly can’t tell me you haven’t been wanting a round two?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. I’m not interested in you that way. Or at all for that matter. I hate you, remember?” You hesitated, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at saying your next sentence. “I was drunk and sad, and you were an easy lay. Now please let me sleep.”

Jin scoffed, “What the fuck do you see in that nerd anyway? Earth to Y/N, he’s not interested.”

“You’re wrong. There’s… something between us.”

“…something? For god’s sake Y/N—”

“She said leave her alone, hyung.”

You both turned towards the voice that came from two sleeping bags over. It seemed you were wrong, Jungkook had been awake all along.

You smiled shyly, feeling grateful that he felt inclined to come to your defense after witnessing what went down between you and Jin.

Jin was outwardly annoyed but he stopped making advances towards you immediately and turned the other way to go to sleep.

You turned over too, smiling to yourself and deciding to thank Jungkook for sticking up for you and for also being a gentleman last year when you were a complete mess, especially because you knew it wasn’t just a funny story to him. You’d always known about his crush on you, but things between you two weren’t simple.

You met Jungkook and the rest of Namjoon’s friends shortly after you started hanging around Namjoon. They were all practically inseparable, and because you were now inseparable from Namjoon, it meant you were constantly around them too. You were all much younger back then, and Jungkook was the runt of the group. He was always so innocent with huge doe eyes and a small bunny smile. You quickly noticed how he reacted differently to you than everyone else, but you were so callously absorbed in Namjoon’s orbit that you didn’t care for it at all.

Of course, everyone else quickly noticed his crush on you too and even teased you about it all the time, which frustrated you because you didn’t want anyone picturing you with anyone but Namjoon.

On one night, however, you knew most of Namjoon’s friends were too busy to hang out, so you invited yourself over to his apartment, keen on finally making your move. When you arrived, Jungkook was there, much to your annoyance, but you didn’t let that stop you. Whether he was there or not, you had resolved to show Namjoon exactly how much you liked him.

The night started off innocently with all of you hanging out in Namjoon’s living room listening to his old records and playing games. Though this might’ve started off as just another hang out sesh for the other two, it certainly wasn’t for you, and the longer it went on, the harder it was for you to wait any longer. Suddenly, after Namjoon switched out the current disk for a Frank Sinatra one, you turned towards the love of your life, swayed by the sultriness of the tempo. He turned to you and smiled, so you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

His hands quickly found your shoulders and pulled you off of him, his wide eyes darting over to Jungkook who sat there stunned with the shuffled uno cards in his hands.

“Let him watch, who cares?” You mumbled, turning Namjoon’s head back towards you and kissing him again. His lips hesitated at first, then quickly warmed up to you as his hands found your waist instead.

You two made out for a while, rolling on the floor in a tangle of limbs while Jungkook refused to blink. Eventually, Namjoon pulled away when your fingers found his belt buckle, taking your hands in his and halting your movements.

“You really want to go there?” You nodded dazedly, biting your swollen lip. It was all you could think about, all you wanted since you first laid eyes on him. You wanted every part of him. You wanted to be wholly his.

“Then,” Namjoon smirked and turned towards Jungkook, “take care of him first.” You followed his gaze and watched as the younger boy’s eyes widened impossibly further.

“You mean,” You sat back, realizing what he was implying, “what, is watching your thing or something?” Namjoon snickered and straightened his shirt.

“Show me how badly you want it.” He quirked his brow at you smirked, but there wasn’t any warmth in his eyes.

Part of you was disappointed. You hated jumping through all these hurdles to be able to get to his heart, but you kept telling yourself that this would be the last thing he’d put you through before giving himself to you, so you began taking your clothes off without hesitation. If this was what Namjoon wanted you to do, then you’d simply do it and look forward to the day where it’d finally just be you two.

Jungkook sat a few feet from you, frozen in panic. He was sweating, gulping as he watched your fingers carefully unbutton your blouse. His irises were trained on your very movement and his breathing quickened when you made eye contact with him. You slid your shirt off your shoulders and swung your arms around to unhook your bra, but seeing how scared Jungkook looked, you decided to slow down and take your time, despite just wanting to get this over with.

You crawled over to him and took purchase on his lap, looping your arms around his neck. He was stiff and his hands hesitated to touch you. You wondered if he was a virgin, so you looked back at Namjoon with a questioning stare. He simply smiled back at you, his gaze telling.

You pursed your lips and turned back to Jungkook who was growing redder by the second. “Just relax, okay? I’ll do all the work.” You leaned down and pecked his lips tentatively. That’s when he was finally emboldened enough to put his hands on you and kiss you back hungrily. You weren’t expecting the sudden passion, so you went along with it.

As you began kissing the boy’s neck, you maintained eye contact with Namjoon, wanting him to know that this was all for him, and that you’d be imagining you were with him the entire time.

After that night, Jungkook had seemed to think you two were together, until you pulled him aside one day and told him Namjoon was the only man for you. He got the picture right away, because that was the last day he’d ever spoken directly to you.

Looking back at that time many years ago, you felt a little guilty having taken Jungkook’s virginity while knowing how he felt about you. He ended up being collateral damage, and he certainly didn’t deserve that. But what else were you supposed to do, refuse and risk Namjoon closing himself off to you? You couldn’t risk it.

As you laid there trying to sleep, you wondered what he must’ve thought about you that day he walked in on you and Jin, and you wondered why he felt this loyalty to you despite you treating him terribly.

You awoke alone in the tent. The birds were chirping all around you, soft green light illuminating the disheveled interior of the sleeping arrangement. You had no idea what time it was, but you were surprised everyone had been up and about before you were. You wondered how long they let you sleep in for, feeling bad for not being there while they were probably busy setting up camp. Though, as you stretched out your limbs and yawned, you realized it was awfully quiet, so you hurried to get out and investigate for yourself, deciding to get angry if they had all decided to do something fun without you.

You unzipped the tent hastily and stumbled out, squinting against the sunshine as you surveyed the clearing. Everyone was gone except for Namjoon who sat on a log peacefully reading from his worn-out copy of The Art of War. He perked up to the sound of the leaves rustling under your feet, turning to you and smiling dreamily.

“Hey, sleepy head.” Three words, 4 syllables, was all it took for you to get weak in the knees this early in the morning. You blushed, hurrying to smooth your bedhead and wipe any remaining drool off your face.

“H-Hey. I’ll be right back. You dove back into the tent to rummage through your belongings for a hair brush and some mouthwash. You only left Namjoon waiting five minutes before you hurried over to sit by his side.

As you sat perched on the wood next to him, you noticed he was only 3 pages from finishing the book for the 5th time. It was his absolute favorite book, and you’d watched him pull it out to read countless times before. You waited patiently for him to finish, sitting in the sunshine and feeling content to simply be in his presence. When he noticed you staring at him dreamily with your cheeks resting on your palms and your elbows on your knees, he paused his read to pull you into his chest and nuzzle his nose into the top of your head. Your heart squeezed along with your eyes as you buried your head under his arm, trying hard but failing to keep the goofy smile off your face. You wished you had woken up much sooner, so that you could snuggle with Namjoon for longer than 1 and a half pages.

All too soon, he closed the book and stood up, stretching his arms then placing his hands on his hips. “Alright, what should we do then?”

You pouted at the loss of contact, looking around at all of the pitched tents and the set up barbecue area. “What else is there to do? It seems like you all did everything already. Where is everyone, anyhow?”

“Hobi and Yoongi went down to the river to catch us some breakfast. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook left to gather some firewood, and Jin went to go find cell service.”

You rolled your eyes, “God forbid he goes a couple days without checking his follower count.”

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. “He means well, I suppose.”

It was never like Namjoon to talk badly about anyone. He was almost too perfect, and it was hard to decipher whether this was an irrefutable truth, or if you were simply seeing him through love goggles. He was amazing, much too amazing for you, that was for sure, but that didn’t stop you from holding out hope that yours and Namjoon’s relationship would evolve into something much more than fleeting signs of affection.

“So, you waited here alone for me?” You looked up at him hopefully.

“Yep. I didn’t want you to wake up alone,” You smiled down at your knees, feeling appreciative that he was so considerate of you when any of the other guys wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving you for dead. “These parts have a lot of wildlife, so it’s best to stick to a buddy system.”

“Ah, so we’re buddies then.” You stood up and linked your arm to his.

“I hope you’re not too disappointed. I promise to make it worth your while with plenty of riveting facts about bugs and birds.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled cheesily, “I suppose it’ll have to do.”

As you both ventured up a narrow trail that took you in between tons of maple trees, you thought back to the last time you were able to spend some alone time with Namjoon.

It was months ago, back when one of Joon’s relatives had passed away.

The funeral was brief and simple since Namjoon didn’t have much family as it was. The boys and you were the majority of the attendees. Everyone felt awkward, feeling out of their element when it came to being a support system for their fearless leader. Namjoon was never someone they had to look after, so to see him absolutely broken was hard for them, and it was especially so for you.

You spent all week at Namjoon’s place, making him food to eat and spending a lot of silent time together. He refused to talk about it, refused to say anything about how he was feeling. He simply preferred to sit in silence and stare at whatever food you brought him. You felt like you were bothering him at times but if you weren’t going to be the one to take care of him during his time of need, then no one else would. Everyone always assumed he was an immovable pillar, someone strong and incapable of crumbling, but you saw past all of that. You knew what a gentle soul he was, and you didn’t want that to get lost in the sea of grief washing over him.

After the burial, all of the boys paid their respects, sticking around to talk to Namjoon a bit before they slowly went their separate ways. You stuck around to walk him home, hoping he’d invite you in. You already felt intrusive enough, and you wanted him to show you that he cared for you at all, even if it was something as simple as uttering the word stay.

But much to your disappointment, you watched him walk past you when you stopped in front of his door and enter without a backwards glance. You stared at the wooden door for a while before heading home, letting a few tears escape while you were still alone.

You didn’t have to wait long to hear from Namjoon either, he showed up outside of your bedroom window last that night, throwing tiny pebbles at it until you lifted the glass to see who the hell was disturbing your sleep.

You stared down at the silver haired boy in awe, unable to believe he was staring back up at you waiting to be let in. Hell, you hadn’t even known he knew where you lived.

You hurried down and snuck him upstairs swiftly.

As he stood in the middle of your tiny room, dwarfing your belongings and you for that matter with his height and stocky build, it only then occurred to you that you might feel embarrassed. You blushed realizing he was observing you in your childish pajamas, surrounded by posters and trinkets you’d had since you were a teenager. You never cared much for change, so it times it seemed and felt as if you weren’t a full-fledged adult.

He was definitely out of place in his shabby oversized suit and dirt covered converses while looking around wordlessly. He nodded to himself before finally looking at you. “So…this is your bedroom, huh.” He smiled, but it never quite reached his eyes.

“Yep. Since I was a toddler,” You smiled back halfheartedly. You were on edge, to say the least. “Namjoon, what are you doing here?”

The boy looked down at his feet, the sad expression he’d worn all week making a return. He made his way over to you, pausing at the edge of your bed to ask permission to make himself at home before he sat next to you and sighed deeply. “I…I don’t know, to be honest. I guess I just…don’t want to be alone.” Namjoon’s head hung and his hand hesitated in the air before finally placing it on your knee and rubbing circles on it with his calloused thumb.

Your heart skipped a beat. You shifted closer to him, putting your hand over his and patting his back gently to let him know you were there for him. You heart pounded furiously in your ears as you waited for him to either make eye contact with you or say something else. The silence felt overwhelming, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind

“I love you, Joon.” You froze, blushing furiously and choking on your next words in a hurry to get past what you knew he wasn’t ready to hear yet. “Y-you know I’ll always be here for you.” Namjoon nodded, looking up at you with sympathetic eyes that broke your heart. You didn’t know much about love or relationships for that matter, but you knew it couldn’t be a good thing that his response was to look at you as if you were a beaten-up puppy left on the side of the road.

His prolonged silence stung, so you turned away, searching for anything to relieve the unbearable moment. But just as quickly as you turned away, Namjoon’s finger tipped your chin back towards him and suddenly his lips were on yours, hesitant and calculative.

You didn’t move at first, adjusting to the realization that the love of your life was now kissing you. It was sweet and tasted faintly of toothpaste. He was everything you ever wanted, so you brought your hand up to his cheek and kissed him back sweetly. If he wasn’t ready to hear what you had to say, then you wanted your lips to convey everything your words couldn’t. You wanted each kiss to be all the ‘I love you’s’ you’d ever wanted to say to him, and all the caresses to make him feel as warm and safe as his smiles always made you feel.

It was clear he was letting you have full control over the situation as his hands refused to depart from this lap. You weren’t sure what he wanted, or needed in that moment, so you took a leap and climbed onto his lap. He spread his legs and leaned back slightly, letting his large hands rest on your hips. His eyes drank you in as if for the first time. He surveyed your entire body hungrily, his irises darkening as they made their way up to gaze at your own. You were both slightly panting from the heat of the kiss while you let his hands feel the fabric of your clothing and any exposed skin. He let you tug his suit jacket off his shoulders while his hands traveled slowly over your thighs, his hands pulling up your shorts to expose even more skin and part of your ass.

His hands continued upwards, taking your shirt off before bringing your face to his to kiss again. It all felt so surreal. You had imagined this moment in your head so many times before, each time under vastly different circumstances than at present. In your fantasies, he was almost always your boyfriend, and he always said I love you too.

You let his hands grope your bare chest as you got to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. Once free, you spread the fabric open and laid your hands on his chest. Your mouth watered at the sight of his honey skin stretched over taut pecks. He was absolutely perfect.

One thing that didn’t stray from you fantasies, however, was the way Namjoon made love to you. He was as tender and giving in real life as he was in your head. It hadn’t taken long for you two to strip each other and for you to put a condom on him that you found in one of your drawers.

You rolled the latex down his length then shimmied under his torso and opened your legs wide for him. He leaned in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, lining his cock at your entrance then plunging in. You both sighed in unison, adjusting to the feeling of him being inside of you. You were impossibly wet and growing wetter still as he began rocking into you slowly, making sure that you weren’t in any discomfort. It was the complete opposite of fucking Jin, you were happy to discover.

His sweaty forehead laid on yours while he bucked his hips into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung onto him for dear life, reveling in the feeling of being the closest to this man you’d ever been.

Your lips dragged across the salty skin of his neck and shoulders, your teeth catching on his shoulder. You nipped and licked at the skin while he groaned in your ear. His arms encircled your head as his hips picked up in speed, causing you to lose control of your moans. He quickly pressed his lips against yours to muffle the sounds as his hips got impossibly faster, eventually making the bed squeak rhythmically. You were too caught up in the moment to care about that though, not when you were finally with Namjoon. Eventually, you couldn’t hold out anymore. The motion and intensity of his hips had you orgasming around him. He groaned into your ear as he spilled his cum into the condom deep inside of you. Your sweaty bodies remained entangled as your breaths slowed. You never wanted to let go of him, so he had to pry your limp limbs off of him to get the condom off.

Much to your happiness, he laid back down next you after disposing of the soiled latex, pulling the sheets onto your bodies. He laid on his side, facing his back towards you, so you settled for being little spoon.

But the consequent joy of your brief intimacy subsided and made way for all the terrible things at the back of your mind. You silently cried for a long time that night, for many reasons. You had felt overwhelming happiness at finally being intimate with Namjoon, but you also felt incredible sadness at the thought of what Namjoon must’ve been going through. You’d never experienced a death in the family before, but nonetheless, you swore you wouldn’t hesitate to take his pain and give it to yourself if you could.

You felt insurmountable fear. Fear about the future and the present and the past. Fear that he’d find out about Jin, fear that he’d wake up in the morning and regret tonight, and fear that he’d get mad at the thought of you being pregnant with his child. There was a chance of it happening, after all, since tonight you’d used the condom you had deliberately poked holes in. You’d be overjoyed at the chance to carry his baby, but you couldn’t be sure he would be happy about being a father right now.

Most of all, however, you felt great sadness at the fact that the man you loved hadn’t turned around once all night to ask you why you were crying.

And now, as you watching his back while hiking the trail in the woods, you rubbed your lower belly, feeling comforted that even though he had decided to pretend that night never happened, you now had insurmountable proof that it did in fact happen. A physical manifestation of the love you and Namjoon shared, even if only for 20 minutes. Your stomach was still flat, but you just knew you were pregnant. You always felt a part of him with you at all times. There was no way you weren’t.

You whistled along giddily as you jogged to catch up with him.

“No, no no. There’s no way you’re going to convince me that these bugs aren’t out to get me, you’re just not!” You slapped at the air in a panic, swearing for the 11th time that something had bitten you while you were unawares.

Namjoon chuckled, helping you climb over a hump of large, overgrown tree roots. “Y/N, I promise you, no matter how scary their physical appearances look, bugs found in a forest such as this one are polyphagous. They’re not going to crawl in through your ears and eat your brain while you’re sleeping, as you so elegantly put it.”

“Poly-whatta?” You stumbled over some branches hidden under a pile of leaves. Hiking was not your favorite, but if it meant getting to be with Namjoon, you were game for anything.

You two had been walking and descending for about 20 minutes. The gurgle of running water could now be heard faintly in the distance, and so could the voices of the boys laughing and splashing. Foraging for firewood my ass.

“Polyphagous. It means they dine on oak, not people.”

You two cleared the remaining trees, peering over the jagged rocks that lined the small cliff overseeing the river. Namjoon’s friends were indeed a few feet below, taking a swim break.

“Yeah, whatever.” You waved him off absentmindedly, becoming entranced by the height of the cliff. You pondered whether the jump might be fatal, and just before you decided to launch yourself, Namjoon’s hand reached out and grabbed your wrist tightly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You looked behind you at his panicked eyes. “Jumping. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that you could die! We’re really high up!”

“So what if I died?”

Namjoon was stunned into silence, unsure of how to respond.

He looked down then back up, raking in your entire figure with turmoil on his mind.”

“It’s not just yourself that you should be worried about, you know.” You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what he meant but becoming increasingly annoyed by the usual vagueness in his words. You shook his hand off, looking back down at the water.

“Whatever, I’ll be fine! But if you’re sooo worried about me, come join me.” You smirked mischievously at Namjoon before bolting into the air. The boy cussed, removing his boots in a hurry to jump down after you.

Your descent into the icy water was quick. You were only able to hear the boys crying your name before you plunged deep into the dark waters. Your eyes jolted open at the sudden change in temperature your body was experiencing. It was the middle of summer yet this water was so unbelievably cold.

The surface ebbed and flowed inconsequentially, but what laid under was devoid of light and existed so still and undisturbed that it felt dreamlike. You couldn’t hear a sound and could barely see anything. Your body lost velocity exponentially as your trajectory came to a halt a few feet under the surface, suspended in the stillness of the cold water. You were running out of air quickly, but you weren’t in a hurry to swim up, or move. You just wanted to be, for a second. Being so deep in the water and alone, you thought about how easy it might be not to fight anymore.

Suddenly, Namjoon breaking the surface of the water and joining you a few yards away in broke you out of your reverie. You turned to look at him, but you couldn’t focus on his receding body as he quickly swam to the surface, not when there was another body next to his.

It was pale, so devoid of blood that it served as a beacon of light among the murky backdrop, like a moon in the darkest night.

It was a girl, similar age as yours. She was naked, her limbs extended out in front of her. Her eyes were open and her light brown hair waved gently all about her in disarray. Her lips were puffy and her stomach was awfully distended yet sagged that it looked like she was pregnant, or rather once was.

You screamed, but the sound was muffled. Only bubbles escaped you as you began flailing your limbs in a panic. Two arms reached around your torso and dragged you up and into the light.

The second you broke the surface of the water, you gasped for air, looking around you in a panic, You were in Jin’s arms as he stared at you with concern, but you had a hard time focusing on anything in particular.

“What, are you fucking suicidal or something!? What the hell was that about?!” Seokjin let you go once you began shoving him off of you.

“Well don’t fucking yell at her, she’s clearly spooked!” Hoseok swam towards you, trying to get you to look him in the eyes.

“T-Th-The—” You stuttered, pointing at the water, trying not to cry before you could get your sentence out.

“Spit it out junior!”

“There’s a-a a dead girl in the w-water.” Everyone’s eyes widened and their jaws tightened, their senses on high alert at the thought of danger being close by. They all looked around at each other, but it was Jungkook who dove into the water to investigate what you were talking about.

“S-she’s pregnant too! She’s right there, right next to Namjoon!”

“Shhh,” Jin cooed you and patted your matted down tresses. Jungkook came back up for air, giving Namjoon and Jin a look before Jin took in your frazzled appearance again. “Look, it could’ve been anything down there. Let’s get you dry, okay?”

“N-No! I know what I saw!” You argued with the boy who continued cooing you, but nonetheless you let him drag you out of the water and towards their belongings by the rocks. He draped several towels over you and sat you down on a stump.

“Just stay here and calm down.” Without a backwards glance he joined the boys and they resumed their talking in hushed tones and whispers so you couldn’t hear them. You rolled your eyes, gritting your teeth in annoyance. You knew what you saw, yet you were just another crazy girl to them. Hell, maybe you were, but you weren’t going to let them make you believe you were seeing things.

While their backs were turned, you quietly got up and trekked up the ascent. You decided to call the cops, but as you entered the forest again, you realized you had forgotten to take your phone out of your pocket.

“Fuckkkk,” You removed the device from your drenched pocket and clicked all of its buttons to no avail. It was done for. “Great…”

Luckily there was still plenty of daylight ahead, so you set off toward the direction of camp, keen on changing your clothes and drying your hair. However, along the way you seemed to have followed a different trail, since you had been walking aimlessly for 40 minutes and the camp was still nowhere in sight. The realization sent a tremor of fear through you.

It’s okay. Calm down. Remember what Namjoon told you about getting lost in a forest. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to regain your nerve.

Namjoon. You wondered what he was doing and thinking about right now. You wondered if he noticed you were even gone by now. You hadn’t heard the boys in almost an hour, and suddenly you felt so alone. You gulped looking around you carefully and remembering what Namjoon said about there being wild animals in the area. Crap, I forgot about the buddy system.

As if on cue, you heard leaves and twigs snapping under the weight of two pairs of boots nearby. Your head quickly snapped in the direction of the growing sounds. Two people were getting closer to you, and upon recognizing the voices of Hoseok and Yoongi in idle chat, relief flooded through you. When you heard your name, you realized they must’ve been looking for you, so you ducked behind a tree, intent on scaring them when they got a bit closer. It would be payback for not taking you seriously at the river.

“Where the fuck could she have gone? She wasn’t at camp and she fled the river. There’s nowhere else she could be hanging out at, really. She hates nature so…” Yoongi swatted at the air, a winged bug gracefully avoiding his attack.

“I don’t know man. But we have to find her or else Namjoon’s going to be pissed.” Your heart swelled. Could he have told his friends that he liked you enough to be upset if something had ever happened to you? You tried not to squeal with glee, changing your mind about pouncing on them in favor of eavesdropping. Everyone was always so cryptic with you, so this was the only way to find out about Namjoon’s feelings for you. Hoseok helped Yoongi over a log as he continued speaking. “Remember the last time we lost a girl?”

Yoongi groaned, “Don’t remind me. He wanted to kill us on the spot when we told him Chaeyoung ran away. Luckily that didn’t end as badly as it could’ve.”

“Yeah. She was a slow runner.” The two boys sniggered, their footsteps getting farther and farther away. After a few moments of silence, they began calling out your name in all directions, but you stood frozen in shock.

The last girl? Chaeyoung? Slow runner? None of it was making sense. You began trembling, tears welling in your eyes. You felt insurmountable fear. There was no denying that their conversation wasn’t innocent. It seemed sick, almost. Your mind began racing, wondering if you had missed anything during your friendship with these guys to suggest that they were dangerous. They all seemed like normal people, and they never chased you down for friendship. You had all been friends for a long time now. There had to be some sort of misunderstanding.

But you couldn’t deny that the name Chaeyoung rang a bell.

You drew in a shaky breath, a younger girl with big eyes and reddish hair flitting across your memories. The name belonged to a woman that went missing in your neighborhood a long time ago. You had grown up in the same town, attending the same birthday parties and seeing each other at the park often, but you were never friends. You had always heard of her, but never really talked to her directly. After you had all grown up, it had been years before you even heard her name again. The last time you saw her was at Yoongi’s party last year, sitting on Namjoon’s lap.

It was your coworker that brought her up on a random day, asking if you had known who she was. Her body had been found in a local park that summer, tied up and drained of blood completely. The entire ordeal shook your neighborhood to the core, the thought that something so gruesome could happen to such an inconsequential girl. That was the last time you thought about her, until now.

Could she have been running from them, the night that she died? You shook your head, unwilling to believe your friends could be behind something so vile and monstrous. But now that you were thinking about it, you hadn’t known any of them knew her until you saw her at the same party as you. Since you hung out with them all the time and she was never there, you figured she was just some random attendee. Could they have been reminiscing about a time long ago when they were possibly good friends?

You tightened your fist, digging your nails into your palm and finding the resolve to get answers. You set off quietly behind Yoongi and Hoseok, keeping a safe enough distance to make sure they didn’t see or hear you following them.

Fifteen minutes went by with them calling out your name until things got quiet again. You grew anxious as they continued on in silence, mentally pleading for them to say something, anything that would dispel you suspicions about them.

Suddenly, Jungkook came bounding into view from a downhill slope. “Anything?”

“Nah, we’ve been walking around in circles and haven’t seen her. Is everyone else looking?”

“Well, Namjoon is at the campsite in case she turns up, and Jimin and Tae are getting rid of the body at the river.”

“Like they should’ve done the first time around. I really don’t want to be there when Namjoon tears them a new one.”

Jungkook shivered, recalling his own time when he fucked up and Namjoon was angry with him. “Yeah… Have you guys seen Jin? I haven’t seen him at all, so I assumed he was out searching with you two.”

The boys looked at each other in confusion. “No, we haven’t. Maybe he’s searching for service again.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Well, now we have two people to find. It’s Jin’s turn to do the deed.”

“Oh shit, that’s true. We’ve all done it except for him.” You clapped your hand over your mouth to control your oncoming hyperventilation. The deed?! What the fuck!?

“He better not pussy out. He puked the last time.” Yoongi made a face of disgust while remembering Jin spilling his lunch all over the ground. Hoseok cackled at the memory.

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that!” Their voices trailed off as they began moving again. You didn’t follow them this time, growing more and more afraid that they’d catch onto you eventually. When they were far enough away, you began moving in the opposite direction, your mind racing a mile a minute. You had to formulate a plan to put as much distance from yourself and them as possible. You still didn’t know what the hell was going on, but you knew you wanted to be as far from it as possible lest you somehow met the same fate as Chaeyoung.

But although the boys in this moment were scaring you, you still felt the need to see Namjoon, to speak to him and have him confirm that everything was alright. He always made everything alright. He was your everything, and if anyone could say the words you absolutely needed to hear, it was him.

You knew you were close to camp since the trees were thinning out the farther you went. Surely enough, you were able to spot the tents a couple yards from you in between the wide cracks of the trees.

But just as you took a step in that direction, your eyes flitted toward movement just up ahead. It was Namjoon, crouched down by a bushel. He wasn’t alone, a small woodland creature was keeping him company. Like some Disney prince, he was feeding a bunny…no, a squirrel? You couldn’t see properly, but none of it mattered. Namjoon would always be Namjoon and he’d always be everything you needed. You lurched forward, intent on running into his arms in that moment, but suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around you tightly, halting you from going forward.

You instinctively froze, not knowing whether your detainer was armed or deranged. You trembled and your breath quickened as a big hand clasped over your mouth tightly, fear taking over you. He was tall and strong; you wouldn’t be able to get out of his grasp without a weapon. Your eyes flitted around to anything sharp that you might be able to use, but when your head began moving around, he yanked your jaw back in the direction of Namjoon.

Suddenly, Seokjin’s voice was stern and low in your ear. “Calm down. Just watch.” It seemed he too, was trying to avoid getting seen, and he wanted you to watch Namjoon for whatever reason, so you did.

Your breathing slowed and you slumped against him, feeling as helpless as the feeble squirrel eating from Joon’s hand. You both stared as Namjoon fed the animal his last snack. Without using quick movements that might alert it, the boy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a blade. In the flash of an eye, the animal’s throat had been cut, blood spurting out and getting a little onto Namjoon’s boots. Your eyes squeezed shut, an involuntary scream leaving you that was luckily muffled by Jin’s strong hold on your face. He held you tighter to him, yet he too was trembling.

Namjoon quickly pulled out a cup and held the animal upside down above it, letting the crimson liquid spill into the canteen. Fresh hot tears spilled from your eyes, a sob wracking your figure as you witnessed the gory scene through water eyes.

Once he had collected enough blood, he tossed the carcass aside and carried the container back to the campsite while whistling. As his figure retreated past the trees and away from earshot, Jin let you go and your shaky legs caused you to collapse onto the ground.

He let you cry for a while, knowing the experience would traumatize you but knowing you needed to see it.

You stuttered, trying to make sense of it all. “B-but. W-why…D-did you all bring me here t-to kill me?!” Jin flinched at the word yet didn’t offer anything. You looked down, rubbing your stomach with your cold hand. “B-but…you can’t! I’m pregnant, with his child you, you can’t!”

Jin pursed his lips, is eyes raking you with concern. “Y/N…you’re not…” Jin’s voice was barely above a whisper and he couldn’t find it in him to finish his sentence, but you didn’t notice. You were too busy wracking your brain for possible reasons as to why Namjoon would want to have you killed. Your lip trembled with horror. You feared Namjoon might be upset about what you did but, you didn’t expect this kind of reaction.

“B-but, how did…h-how does he know?” Jin sighed, unsure of how respond.

You shivered, partly because you were still in wet clothing and partly because the idea that you were never in control of this situation was too much to bear. You weren’t sure what to feel or what to think, but the only thing you were certain of was that you wanted this baby no matter what. You clutched at your stomach, vile filling your mouth.

“Y/N, you have to listen to me—” Jin reached out to you but you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me. You’re all sickos.” You sobbed, rubbing the goosebumps on your arms. “I have to get the fuck out of here.” You looked around frantically.

“Y/N! These guys aren’t going to let you leave so easily, please calm down before you draw attention to us!”

You turned to the boy whose urgent expression only made your suspicions grow. “Why are you saying all of this? They’re your friends. Why are you helping me?”

Jin pursed his lips in concern. “I…this has all gone too far. I didn’t know…I didn’t know how serious they were when they told me the stories about their camping trips I—I tried but I just can’t be a part of this.”

You stared back at him, searching his eyes for truth. You trusted Jin about as far as you could throw him, but right now you had no choice but to put your life in his hands.

“So, what should we do then? All of our stuff is in the cars and we’re too far away from civilization to leave on foot.” You tried to stifle the panic evident in your voice.

Jin nodded thoughtfully, “Yeah, these bastards know exactly what they’re doing. I’ve been trying to call for help since we got here but there isn’t any service for miles. There is, however, a highway a couple miles north from here, the same one we were on before we turned onto the trail. We can follow it back to town.”

As you nodded, you couldn’t shake the fear that overtook you, the realization of fleeing a fatal situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. You began crying again.

“Jesus Christ Y/N pull yourself together! Can you do this?” Jin grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you, looking into your eyes for resolve. You gasped, his words transporting you back a year when he last said them to you. “You need to follow the trail northwest, that’ll get you to the road.”

“W-wait. You’re not coming?”

“I can’t, they’ll know something’s definitely up if I we disappear together. They think I’m checking my phone right now, but it’s already been a while. I have to return to camp, but follow the trail and I’ll meet you at the end of it, okay? I have a plan. If I act fast enough, I might be able to steal the car keys and pick you up by the road.” You nodded frantically, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. “But Y/N, if I don’t show up by nightfall, you have to leave without me. Promise me you’ll go.” You nodded weakly, your lips trembling with unshed tears. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I will. If you don’t come by nightfall, I’ll leave.”

Jin sighed with relief yet the furow in his brow didn’t smooth out. “Okay, good. I’m leaving now. Don’t forget, follow the trail northwest.”

“Okay, I got it.” You watched the boy turn his back towards you and carefully head into the campsite. Namjoon greeted him frantically, unhappy to hear that Jin hadn’t run into you. Namjoon tugged on his locks, then placed his hands on his hips, his mind quickly forming a backup plan.

You retreated farther into the forest, not wanting to waste any time and risk being found, and you weren’t. You were able to find the trail that lead to the highway without an issue, it was your onset fever that made the trip tumultuous.

It started with sneezing, followed by more shivers, and then a killer stomach pain that had you leaning against trees for support. By the time you had reached the top of the mountain side, your vision was hazy and your forehead hot to the touch. You were so weak and barely able to walk that the lest trek up the hill took much longer than it should’ve.

You realized you were becoming delirious as you broke out into the middle of the road, missing a car by mere inches. Its horn blared in your eardrums and the lights blinded you momentarily, causing you to stumble out of the street and onto the metal railing that lined the highway.

There was nowhere to stand on safely and wait for Jin, so you retreated back into the trees and watched each car that drove by while trying to blink tears away. The air licked at your exposed limbs harshly, the weather feeling like the dead of winter despite it being the middle of July. You were sweaty and dehydrated.

A car passed by every 5 minutes and as time dragged on, you grew more and more helpless, worrying that Jin wasn’t coming at all. You considered the possibility of having to make the trip home on your own, something you hadn’t let yourself think of because you were too afraid of worst-case scenarios. Besides, you wouldn’t make it far in your condition.

But as the sun descended and the cars passed by less frequently, you mustered your resolve to begin walking the highway slowly, careful not to veer into traffic in your delirious state. Your trembling hand gripped the rails while the other clutched at your lower abdomen.

Just as you had made it a few yards from the clearing in the woods, 2 consecutive honks had you whipping your head behind you. The lights blinded you, but nonetheless you recognized Namjoon’s car approaching.

It slowed to a stop beside you and you climbed in shakily, closing the door and turning towards Jin. Except it wasn’t Jin, it was Namjoon. He looked at you and smiled, whistling his favorite tune as you stared back in horror. Suddenly his eyes darted downwards, and the sight had him frowning. You followed his gaze to notice all of the blood running down your legs for the first time. Namjoon had been right, as he always was. You had more to worry about than just yourself, and so you began sobbing, sagging against the worn-out cushion. Just like that, you were transported back to that fateful night in your bedroom, when Namjoon ignored you as you wept for many things outside of yourself.