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bangtangalicious · 3 years ago

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death valley (m) | part 5

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 6.9k (hehe)

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, oral sex, coersive sex, yandere behaviors, heavy drug use, sex while intoxicated, implied use of date rape drugs, GUNS, shootings, breast play, a literal fire (bultaoreune lol), begging, dom!yoongi, softdom!taehyung, choking, manipulation, kidnapping, feelings of fear, crying, unwanted advances, cuddles with jin, reader needs a shower damn, jin calls you a dumb fuck (in the nicest way possible?), everyone has abs

a/n: rock with me baby ;) this one’s short n steamy bc full disclosure streaming butter became my full time job for a hot few days, but ill make up for it. make the next one nice n spicy

F L A S H B A C K—

The clink of the ice cubes against the plastic rim of your rum and coke fade against the pounding electric guitar, echoing through the enclosed walls. Red dice tumble onto the wood floors and cherry lips smack against bated breaths. Your attention is lost in the swirl of your bendy straw as you gnawed away at the flaccid tip.

The leather jacket felt snug around you, and you were unsure if it was the skewed ratio of alcohol in your drink or the blushing reminder that this was Park Jimin’s jacket around you that had you feeling a deep glow within yourself. You waited, hoping he would come claim back what was his. After chasing him for so long, he finally noticed you.

“How you doin love?” Your head turned to meet a sweet, dark chocolate gaze. Just bitter enough to leave you wanting another taste. His plaid shirt was tight around his slim figure, flowing over tight black jeans. You felt his hand on the small of your back, laying a bit lower than you would’ve liked. His other hand tugged the straw from your chapped lips to bring it to his own as he sipped your drink before letting out a heavy sigh. “Sweet” He licked his lips, grinning at you.

“Hey there. You part of the crew?” You batted your eyelashes at him, letting your naughty fingers fiddle with the collar of his shirt. Maybe if Jimin saw you with another man he would get jealous. It was worth a try. The man smirked.

“Yeah. My name is Min Suga, I’m one of Jimin’s sound engineers” He ruffled his white hair, the ends of which were damp with sweat, “Enjoy the show tonight?”

And so commenced a flirtatious conversation, while you buttered up the young musician, he slid a white powder into the drink he offered to make you. The haze of the night was remembered only by fits of giggles and the hot touch of the stranger and his gorgeous silver rings as they touched every part of you, leaving you a mess of small pants and eager moans. It wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap and you could feel his desperate arousal pressing between your legs.

You watched as he lit a cigarette and pushed the tip between your lips. The pout of your lips as you inhaled had him grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. You twirled the bud in your nimble fingers before he took it from you, taking a hit himself. A few puffs later, the alcohol was hitting you strong, and in the grey smoke that clouded your eyes, you began to see another face entirely.

“Minnie” You groaned, forcing your chest to squeeze against his as much as you could. You wanted nothing more than to burn the clothes off your body and feel him, every inch of him in every way. You nibbled his ear. He took the burning end of the cigarette and pressed it into your shoulder.

“Wanna get out of here, love?” You nodded your head, a wave of tiredness hitting you as you fell limp into his arms.

He brought you to a nearby motel, chaining your arms to the headboard before diving into you like a starved man. You only remember feeling pure bliss, finally having the man you had dreamt of ravish you like you always wanted.

He choked you, muffling your desperate sounds into a pillow as you cried out “Faster Jimin….please go faster I need...I need you…please”

You had fallen asleep right after, completely unconscious as he fucked you over and over again. He pounded your tired body feverishly before he heard angry knocking at the door. The door burst open and he found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the police you bastard”

When you finally woke up, he was gone. The headache you were left with did nothing to distract you from the piercing guilt in your heart when you realized what had happened. You barely remembered anything about the boy you had just slept with, but as you looked at Jimin’s jacket tossed on the floor, you knew that the man you had fucked had definitely not been him.

P R E S E N T D A Y—

No...it couldn’t be. Please don’t let it be true. A feeling of nausea swirls in your stomach. You desperately tried to get your mind to stay ignorant to the reality that was now showing you its face. Yoongi.

He glanced your way with those alluring eyes, unbothered as always. Even now you yearned for a reaction. He gave you nothing. You were rendered useless, confused, dazed, and utterly lost.

“Don’t worry it’s just me” He leaned forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. His lips lingered slightly, and you could hear him inhale sharply as he placed his fingers on your chin.

In the cool moonlight, his dark eyes glimmered. In his gaze was a fantasy you wanted to slip away in. You couldn’t help yourself. Every fiber of your being was screaming for you to turn away -- but you couldn’t. Stings of that night pierced the top of your back. The aching pain still between your legs the morning after.

You heard him curse under his breath. His lips barely touching yours before he softly spoke “I’m sorry if I scared you love” He turned away briefly, “Taehyung told me that someone was threatening Jin with your life. I had to make sure you were safe.”

You gave Taehyung a look, praying that somehow he could read your thoughts and give you some answers, but he didn’t meet your eyes. His eyes were glued to the road. You had never seen him this serious ever.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you. Let’s just go home okay?” Yoongi sighed, tracing his nose down your neck, breathing you in. You squirmed as his hand slid beneath your collar and softly clenched your breast.

You let out a soft moan as he squeezed you. “Wait d...don’t” The tone of your voice contrasting your pleads as your eyes fluttered shut, fading away in the sensation of his electrifying touch.

“Yoongi” His advancements halted at the sound of Taehyung’s stern voice. “She said don’t” He growled lightly. You see a glimpse of Yoongi rolling his eyes in the mirror before he sank back into the seat. You turn to Taehyung, who’s jaw was clenched tight. Knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. He pulled up in front of your building, you tried to reach for him, shaking his knee slightly.

“Taehyung” You whispered as Yoongi stepped out of the car, “Hey...what’s really going on?” You see him gulp. Yoongi tapped on your window expectantly. “Taehyung please” He shook his head, chuckling bitterly while covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

Yoongi finally got impatient and opened the door, dragging you out. He pulled you into a light embrace, kissing your forehead before waving to Taehyung.

Back in his apartment, Yoongi led you carefully back to his bedroom. He pulled down the back of your shirt to look at the scars he had given you the previous night. You had almost forgotten about them. He ran his finger over the tender flesh, causing you to wince. He pressed his lips behind your ear, causing them to flush with heat as he pulled your shirt off of you.

“W...what did you write on me?” Your voice wavered with fear.

Tossing the garment aside, he turned you towards him, stroking his fingers over your cheeks gently. “My name”

You blinked as his fingers, “You...what?” You felt his tongue glide against your lips. “Yoongi what the fuck?” He sucked harshly as you tried backed away from him. “Are you crazy why would you...” He broke away and sighed, turning his back to you.

You watched as his silk shirt slid down his toned shoulders, revealing a beautiful tattoo. The one you had seen glimpses of. The prospect of which turned you on beyond reason. Y/n. It was your name.

You were trembling, unsure if you should feel afraid or not. “Yoongi...why?”

He smiled at you softly, and you watched as he began to pull the silver rings off of his fingers and set them onto his bedside table. From the same surface he grabbed a lighter. He advanced towards you, backing you against a window. The cool surface on your back did nothing to ease the overwhelming heat radiating within you.

“When you’re young, it’s easy to do things that are really impulsive. So easy to get caught up in fantasies...you know how it is” Yoongi snapped the lighter between your faces, and you stared at the dancing flame. “Don’t you remember me?” The lighter began to flicker, on and off. As the fire captured your focus your mind began to digest his words. You met his eyes again, and everything clicked. You felt like someone punched you in the gut, all the air escaping your lungs instantly.

“You were a part of Jimin’s crew. I...I hooked up with you” You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than anything. Yoongi reached into his back pock and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it before tossing it aside. The smoke blurred your vision. He inhaled deeply before blowing out onto your neck. He smirked, setting it down and allowing his arms to circle your waist.

“Yeah you did. But you said the wrong name, so I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget again. A little payback if you will” You raised your eyebrows at him before he chuckled slightly, “Mm kidding love”

Yoongi’s fingers pulled at the back of your bra, bringing his forehead to your to see your eyes more clearly. The straps on your shoulders went loose as he unclipped the garment, allowing it to fall flat on the ground. He tilted your face to his. He hummed softly against your lips, savoring your taste, “It’s all in the past now. I’m sorry I hurt you but...I really want you. I want you so much. Do you want me love?”

You gulped, eyelashes brushing against his as you nodded slightly. An approving growl escaped him, giving you goosebumps as he kissed you deeply.

He pulled away from you, moving his lips down your shoulder and your arm until his was sucking on your fingers. He took your hand and led you to the bed--to your surprise sitting himself down first, spreading his legs wide and bringing you onto his lap.

He grabbed under breast softly, pushing the tender mounds up with his palms and looked up at you. "I want you to show me” He spit on your chest, using his saliva and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs, “Show me how much you want me.” You arched your back as he pinched you harshly.

“Yoongi” You clenched his black hair, digging your nails into his scalp. You pushed his face into your chest, falling over him. You felt his gasp for air between your breasts as he clenched your ass, dragging your shorts down.

“Fucking goddess” He mumbled, the vibrations from his deep voice hitting you between your legs, making you melt into his lap. You rolled your hips, feeling his clothed cock against your damp folds.

“I’m...so wet” You squealed, not caring how pathetic you sounded as you began grinding on his lap. Yoongi’s tongue wrapped around your right breast as you bounced on him. “Yoongi...Yoongi” You cried out, the sensations pushing you over the edge. “Fuck me please. Please.” You hear him laugh as you came, watching as a wet patch appeared on the crotch of his pants.

“That’s right, beg for me” Yoongi let his hands slide behind him, holding himself up as he watched you fuck yourself onto him silly.

You felt tears well in your eyes, the frustration building in your core as it clenched down on nothing, desperately trying to ride out your high. “Want your cock. Please. Please Yoongi fuck...”

Yoongi reached back for his cigarette and took a quick puff as you began to sob. “Go ahead” He regarded you with a shrug. You wiped your tears and unbuttoned his jeans, scrambling to pull them off his long legs. With one hand holding himself up and the other twirling the cigarette, Yoongi watched as you pulled out his long, throbbing cock.

You dropped down, licking your lips before wrapping your tongue around his length. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning back as you filled your throat with him. “Fuck love...justttt like that. There you go” You could feel him thrusting up into you, pushing so deep down your throat you choked, gagging all over him sloppily. “You’re so beautiful” He pulled you back to him, tossing his cigarette aside to guide your hips so his cock lined up with your entrance.

"Wait...wait” You gasped, mixed emotions overwhelming you. You pressed your forehead against his, breathing in his hot breath, lips parted. He carefully sank you down onto him, the push of his length filling you to the brim “Oh fuck Yoongi” You could smell something burning, but your senses were too occupied with the feeling of Yoongi inside of you. He felt so incredibly right, and you wanted to just bask in the amazing fullness of him. His eyes were glued to yours. “I'm scared” You cried out softly. Yoongi froze as tears streaked your face.

“Scared of me?” He asked sincerely, eyes soft as you latched onto him, trembling. His heart clenched as you nodded, sniffling. “Why? I won’t hurt you” He stroked your back affectionately.

“I like you...a lot. But there’s just...so much going on and I” You gasped, melting into him as you broke down. He shushed you softly, rocking you in his lap slightly, dick still shoved deep inside you. “It’s too much”

He kissed away your tears, bouncing you on his cock in light thrusts, “It’s okay...ssh...” You buried your face into his neck, hugging him tightly as he began to move your hips faster, up and down, squelching onto his cock as you cried. “Fuck your pussy is so perfect love, squeezing my cock like that”

Your eyes fluttered open as his thrusts became frantic. A small set of flames had collected around where Yoongi had thrown his cigarette. Your pussy clenched down as your blood ran cold, causing Yoongi to groan out in pleasure. You pat his back urgently, “Yoongi...stop.” His grip on you tightened as he began thrusting into you even faster, “Yoongi...LOOK.” Your words were lost. You tried to pull away from him but his hold on you was strong. “Yoongi!” You screamed, “There’s a fucking fire”

“Fuck” He cursed out bitterly, placing a hand over your mouth “Just shut up and let me finish” He shoved his fingers into your mouth, causing you to bite down as he hammered his cock up into you, hot cum shooting out and leaking down his length. The flames had spread across the bed, but Yoongi was quick to lift you up in his lap. He kissed your lips quickly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The flames grew bigger as Yoongi kept his lips glued to yours, eyes widening as you felt him get hard inside you again.

He pushed you against the wall, thrusting wildly, sweat dripping from his forehead as the heat increased. “I love you” He bit down on your lips, making you squirm in discomfort. “Say it...” Your eyes quivered with fear as the flames were getting closer.

“Yoongi we have to get out of here” You screamed. He smacked your thigh, thrusting you so hard that the back of your head was pounding against the wall. You felt dizzy, the burning scent overwhelming you. You felt like you wanted to puke.

“We will, once you say it” His words were soft, unlike the way he was fucking into you like a madman. You gasped for air, feeling dizzy and losing sense of reality. “I’d do anything for you...you know that right?” You gulped. Yoongi began laughing, his words making less and less sense as he chatted away hysterically, “I love you. I love you so much, you understand don’t you? Just say it back. Don’t be cruel. Just say it dammit.” He grabbed your neck and banged your head back onto the wall. Black spots appeared in your vision. You felt him cum again, filling every crevice of you with his sticky cum. You panicked, trying desperately to open you eyes. The carbon monoxide began to suffocate you, you began coughing out--desperately gasping for air.

Yoongi set you onto the ground before you heard a familiar spritz of a fire extinguisher. “Let’s get you in the cell” He mumbled, carrying you princess style and heading over to his second studio. He kicked the door open.

In the dimly lit cellar sat a ruthlessly beaten Jin looking back at him, his eyes full of rage. Yoongi set you down across from him before passing him an amused glance. “I told you I wasn’t messing around” He pulled out a silk robe, wrapping it around your naked body before walking out, locking the door behind him.

“Got it” The cheers of the arena echoed through as Hobi slipped his phone back into his pocket before grabbing his gun quickly before hopping into the ring, aiming it right at Jin. Jin growled, blood strained on his wrapped hands as he lifted them up in surrender. He looked down at Namjoon’s unconscious state and spat on him. “You’re a fucking idiot. You realize we’re gonna kill you and Y/n now right?”

Jin rolled his eyes, “Oh come onnnn Jung Hoseok. Do that and I’ll tell Jimin who really caused his little car accident and then watch how he fucking breaks hell on you”

Hobi stiffened, “How do you know that? Who the fuck told you that?”

“I know that, and I also know you drugged and kidnapped Namjoon and Y/n you sick fuck. Jimin’s gonna kill you first, I can almost guarantee it.” Jin sneered.

“W...who are you?” Hobi glanced around, “Do you work for Jimin?” He clicked his tongue, “Doesn’t matter. You’re coming with me” He pulled the trigger. A bullet shot into Jin’s leg and he tumbled to the ground. Hobi grabbed him, lifting him onto his back before motioning to one of his men. “Get Namjoon to a hospital. Fast. Then have someone bring me Jungkook”

“Yeah um, sir...Jungkook was stabbed earlier this morning. He’s at the mansion under medical care, but things aren’t looking great”

“Stabbed? By who?” Hobi’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Jin stifle a dark laugh.

You woke up in a fit of coughs, jumping as you felt a cold hand stroke your back. You scrambled to your knees, a soft red silk robe lying loosely around your body. Goosebumps spread across your body due to the chill air of the small room.

“Are you okay?” You flinched at the sound, squinting your eyes in the faint light to make out Jin’s broad frame. “Here” He hands you a plastic water bottle. You desperately drink, drops trickling down your chin as you try to wash down your smoked out throat.

The second you’re done you throw the bottle at Jin with as much force as you can conjure, “You fucking liar. Why didn’t you throw the fight?” You backed away from him as far as you could. You looked around, unable to make out much except that the room was small, dark, and essentially empty aside form a few boxes lying around. You continued to cough lightly. “They would’ve killed me if Yoongi hadn’t saved me”

“He didn’t save you. Yoongi was the one who threatened me you dumb fuck” Jin scoffed, making no attempt to move towards you. “And I won because I was made aware of some...new information. I knew they wouldn’t actually kill you, okay. I told you I’d keep you safe and I did”

“No.” You shook your head, “Yoongi...he’s not a part of this. He cares about me, and he’d never threaten me.”

Jin’s eyes widened, “Cares about you? He had someone at the hospital ready to blow your fucking brains out”

“That’s impossible. At the hospital was just me, Taehyung and Hobi”

“Okay yeah, Hobi...he’s definitely involved. He fucking shot me, look” Jin pulled up his shorts to show you a gushing wound, from which blood was pouring out.

“Oh my God Jin, quick” You looked around frantically for some sort of cloth. Finding nothing you sighed, “Take off your shirt”

Jin shifted uncomfortably “Uh” You rolled your eyes, crawling over to him and tugging his muscle tee off of him yourself. His chest was supple with sweat, bruises lightly scattered over his skin.

“We gotta stop the bleeding. Who’s the dumb fuck now?” You snapped. He watched with interest as you wrapped his leg tightly, wincing in pain. “Hobi did this? No way. I mean...I believe you, but I’m just...”

Jin sighed in understanding, touching your arm affectionately “It’s okay. I get it. It’s a lot” You smiled at him gratefully. “I think Hobi was the one Yoongi had on standby to kill you at the hospital. They’re both working together” You finished tending to his wound before sliding up to sit next to him

“Yeah they literally work together. But I dunno...I’ve never seen Yoongi at Death Valley before” You crawled over to the boxes, hoping to find something to prop Jin’s leg up. Brushing the packed dust off of one before opening it, your eyes went wide “Holy shit” You looked down to find stacks and stacks of cash filling the box to the brim.“What the fuck” You mumbled, flipping through a wad.

“Y/n. I guess you might be blinded by love or whatever, but Yoongi is definitely a bad guy. He threatened me. He threatened you. AND. We’re literally locked up in his apartment” Does that mean this money is his? You knew music production paid well but...

“Ok.” You set the money back into the box before crawling back to sit by Jin. “Let’s assume for discussion’s sake that you’re right, and Yoongi is this big fucking Death Valley gang kingpin or whatever, which sounds like more bullshit as I even fucking say it out loud but...whatever, let’s assume you’re right” Jin nodded, “He threatened you because he needed Namjoon to win the fight. That doesn’t make sense because Taehyung was with me, and Taehyung works with Jimin” You reasoned. “Then...Hobi. Maybe Hobi is part of the Death Valley gang, and works with Yoongi. But honestly, I’ve seen the two of them at work and they aren’t that close. And also...if Hobi was the one who kidnapped Namjoon and I and beat him up. That doesn’t make sense because he shouldn’t want to hurt Namjoon”

Jin furrowed his brows, “No yeah, you’re right, that is all valid. Hobi did seem pretty worried about Namjoon.” You sighed in defeat. “I still think it could be Jungkook honestly. He technically has a ton of influence because he’s the one on the street, dealing the drugs. He drugged Namjoon, meaning that he was willing to turn on him.”

No. It’s not Jungkook. There is just no fucking way it’s Jungkook. You felt defensive, but you inhaled deeply, arguing wasn’t going to be helpful in your situation. “He could be playing both sides. And also simultaneously screwing both sides over to benefit” Jin continued. You clenched your fists.

“Okay enough. Let’s just...” You tilted your head back against the wall, “I’m exhausted.”

“Oh yeah I heard Jungkook got stabbed. Hobi seemed to be working with him too”

“I said enough” You snapped before his words registered, “W...wait. Jungkook was stabbed? Is he okay?” You felt like you swallowed a rock. Jin shrugged.

“One of the gang members told Hobi that he’s at his place getting medical care. So I assume he’s not dead or anything” You bit your now trembling lip. Jin noticed your unease.

“Hey. Maybe you should get some more rest Y/n. You’ve had a rough couple of days.” Jin gently slid his hand over yours, “You can lean on me if you want” You nodded slowly, letting your head snuggle into the crevice of his neck.

Jimin was surprised at himself. He glanced in the mirror, his body still looked weak but he was eager to return to work. No, not to work, but to see you. He had tried calling you ever since Taehyung had dropped him home. He knew the two of you had gone to the fight but hadn’t heard from you since. Taehyung told him that you had visited. That you even were sad that he was hurt, and he hated to admit it, but that fact alone had him grinning ear to ear. His stomach was full of butterflies. He had never felt this excited about anything in such a long time. He felt no desire to smoke, to drink to party, none of it. He didn’t even care that his single had broken a new Spotify record, it was all just noise. The only thing he wanted to do was see you.

You could imagine his frustration then, when he walked into Yoongi’s office to find out that no one knew of your whereabouts. “What do you mean you don’t know?” He planted his hands on Yoongi’s desk angrily, Yoongi continuing to ignore his tantrum, “If she called in, she must have at least given a reason? Where the fuck is she?”

“Jimin. Even if she did, I wouldn’t fucking tell you. Stop harassing her, and for God’s sake, go home” He rolled his eyes. Hobi entered, eyes widening upon seeing Jimin.

“Oh wow. You healed fast” Jimin scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s called being rich. You should try it sometime” Hobi grabbed his shirt angirly, ready to punch his pretty boy face in.

“Boys” Yoongi glared at them, “Jimin, just go home. There’s nothing for you to do anyways. Your album doesn’t come out for another 2 days.” Jimin shoved Hobi off of him, using all of his self-restraint his best not to kick the man in his balls.

“Okay where’s Namjoon then? He would know where Y/n is, they’re like friends or something right?”

Hobi gulped, “Namjoon’s feeling a bit...under the weather” Jimin squinted at him suspiciously. Do these fuckers even know what Namjoon does in his free time?

“He lost” Jimin concluded, biting back a smile as he turned to Hobi, “Namjoon lost didn’t he?” The look in his eyes gave him the answer he needed. “FUCK yeah baby. Papa is RICH” He did a smooth twirl, mimicking a moonwalk as he left the office. Hobi simply grinned. He won’t be smiling for long.

Jimin made his way back to his car, dialing up Taehyung. “Yoooo, where’s Y/n? Also why didn’t you tell me Joon lost? We gotta fucking celebrate man”

“Jimin”

“God I haven’t felt so happy in so long Tae. Like, shit is finally falling into place you know?”

“Jimin”

“I can probably find you a cute girl too, I’ve got these fucking girls at the office throwing themselves at me all the time. Or maybe Y/n would be down to share, obviously she’s mine first but I’d be down for a three--”

“JIMIN” Taehyung snapped aggressively. Jimin made a face, glancing at his phone in surprise before pressing it back to his ear, “We didn’t win shit. Someone out bet us. And Y/n is missing”

“Missing? The fuck you mean missing?”

“Okay apparently someone threatened Seokjin to throw the fight, but he didn’t”

“Good boy” Jimin mumbled.

“Jimin, they threatened Seokjin with Y/n’s life. She could be dead.”

Jimin’s mouth went dry, fists clenching so tight that blood began collecting under his nails, his phone almost combusting in his grasp. “Taehyung.” He whispered bitterly. “I’m heading to Jungkook’s. Meet me there ASAP. This shit ends now. This is war” Jimin rolled down his window and threw his phone as hard as he could, watching it shatter into pieces on the concrete road. He slammed a fist into the steering wheel, screaming out in frustration. “Y/n.” He sobbed, “Please be alive. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry”

You woke up to the sound of soft snores. Looking around, your cheeks flushed with heat as you realized your face was pressed up against Jin’s rock hard abs. He hand an arm lightly around your waist, holding you to him as you had been practically on top of him. You carefully rose, trying your best not to wake him up. You admired his sleeping figure briefly. He was cute, thick lips in a focused pout, lips parted slightly and drool trickled the ends of his mouth.

You also couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his shorts. Probably just morning wood. Is it even morning? The lack of windows in the room had you confused as to what day, or time it was. How long had you been asleep? How long had you been locked up? Was anyone looking for you? It was unlikely.

Your mind wandered immediately to Jimin. You wondered if he was doing okay now. You wondered if he would think of you, if he would wonder where you were and look for you. But then again, it was also possible he knew exactly where you were and wanted you there. You no longer knew what to believe.

You subconsciously began to trace patterns on Jin’s chest, thinking about what all Yoongi had said to you. You had fucked him once, years ago, being so drunk that you thought it was Jimin. He had gotten a tattoo of your name. And then burned his own name into you. You reached your hand to the back of your neck to trace your fingers over the mark. It didn’t hurt anymore luckily, but you could now make out the letters.

“Mmm morning” Jin rubbed his eyes, before sliding up the wall slightly. You quickly removed your palm from his chest, and he noticed with a smirk. “You feeling better?” You couldn’t help but notice how sexy his morning voice was. It was low and husky, and had your core tingling.

“I guess so. I’m fucking hungry though” As if on cue, the door opened. You shielded your eyes at the aggressive display of light that outlined a dark silhouette. You could tell the person was wearing a suit, labeling him as Taehyung right away.

He knelt down tossing Jin what seemed to be a McDonald’s bag. “Breakfast” He said simply, his voice confirming your suspicions, “How are you?” He reached his hand to you. You hesitated, glancing at Jin who pursed his lips, an angry glint in his eyes. “Come on Y/n, I’m getting you out of here, let’s go” He waved his hand slightly to prompt you to take it.

“What about Jin?” Taehyung sighed, leaning forward to take your hand by force.

“Jin will be fine. Let’s go Y/n” He pulled you up to your feet, taking a moment to tighten your robe before leading you out of the stuffy studio. You glanced back at Jin, who sat helplessly, unable to move.

You looked around, your heart dropping as you realized that Jin was right. You were still in Yoongi’s apartment. Taehyung hugged you tightly. “Let’s go to your apartment and get you in some clothes okay?” He bent down to look at you, and you nodded. You noticed that he hand a gun in one hand as he took your hand with the other, leading you out of the apartment. Yoongi appeared to be gone, likely at work.

Taehyung somehow had keys to your apartment, but you were too excited to be in your own home to even question it. You ran inside, heading straight for your ravished bedroom. You dug out your favorite pair of jeans and hugged it to your body. “My clothes” You sighed in temporary happiness. Taehyung giggled, watching you jump into the garment, not bothering to wear anything under it. You were feeling oddly bold as you removed the robe before digging through to try to find a comfortable top.

“How about this?” You turned to see Taehyung holding up a leather corset top. You rolled your eyes, hands folded over your exposed breasts. He tossed it to you, and you reached for it, realizing the trap as soon as the air hit your taught nipples. Taehyung grinned.

“Not a bad idea.” You winked at him, turning to your mirror to put the top on. You reached your arm back to zip it up, but Taehyung beat you to it. You watched him through the reflection as he zipped up your top, proceeding to rest his hands on your hips, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“Hot” He chuckled, letting go of you, “Alright come on let’s g-oh--” You turned around and pushed your lips onto his. He tumbled back in surprise, catching you at your waist before the pair of you fell onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

You kissed him feverishly, sucking on his bottom lip before pushing your tongue into his mouth, which he accepted eagerly. The two of you wrestled for dominance, Taehyung breaking into fits of laughter as he pushed you onto your back only for you use every ounce of strength and momentum to return on top, pinning him down with your knees on his thighs.

He scooped his hands around your ass, squeezing it lightly before lifting your body up so he could push you down again. You tussled around, kissing and grinding up against each other like kids before finally Taehyung grabbed your waist and lifting you into his lap “Fucking tease”

“Oh you love it” You taunted him. He slapped your ass hard, making you squeal. You let your tongue glide over to his ear, nibbling and tugging at it as Taehyung moaned unabashedly. His eyes switched from yours to your lips as he kneaded you ass, your body and his bobbing together in waves. You sucked on his neck causing him to curse out.

Using his strength, he wrapped an arm around you and pushed you back, climbing up your body to grind his hardening cock against you. You wrapped your legs around him, meeting his lips again as you cupped his face.

You arched your back, wanting to feel more of him but he wanted to take things slow. You felt him smile against your lips, kissing them softly as he unzipped your top. “Why did we even bother getting you dressed?” He chuckled. He tossed it aside, moving his lips to your breast. He left rough kisses all the way down your body, before he unbuttoned your jeans, raising your hips to yank them off of you.

He dove between your legs, but you tugged his hair to stop him. He blinked at you expectantly, looking almost puppy-like. “You know you don’t have to eat me out every time.”

“But I wanna” He pouted.

“Well fuck okay, be my guest” He grinned, watching your reactions as he kissed the inside of your thighs. His familiar hot tongue jutted inside your folds, slurping up your slick arousal. He ruthlessly moved the tip of his tongue around to every crevice, making you twitch and squirm as he licked at your nerves, sending you into a spiral of moans. You bucked your hips into his face, prompting him to keep going as you caressed his dark hair.

“So good Taehyung. So fucking good baby” You cried out, tilting your head back. Taehyung licked his own lips, before climbing back up your body and removing his own trousers. It was interesting, being fucked by a guy in a suit when you had been dressed like a drunk college girl. But you definitely didn’t mind how hot he looked as his blazer tightened around his thick arms as he fondled your breasts. Especially not with that fine watch of his.

Yoongi. Your entire body went rigid, remembering the sensual night the two of you had shared that almost ended in you dying. Taehyung noticed the change in your demeanor, stopping quickly. “Baby? You good?”

You gulped, “Yeah. Yeah. Keep going” He looked at you with doubt, so you took matters into your own hands, reaching for his cock. You realized that you had never actually seen it, and you were so glad you could because he was beautiful. It was the prettiest cock you had ever seen, long and veiny, blushed and so eager. You wanted to pop it into your mouth and choke on it. Instead you guided it to your folds. Taehyung lips pressed against yours as he pushed in all the way, groaning at the way your dampness engulfed him so easily.

“You’ve been having a lot of sex lately huh” He commented.

“Maybe, why?” He shrugged, as he thrusted into you, cock easily gliding in and out of your pussy.

“Just a guess” He pecked your cheek as he set his pace. You loved the way he fucked you, the sound of his thrusts and the way your wet pussy sloshed against him had you reeling for more. He was slow and sensual, rolling his hips up to hit you just where you needed. Heat coiled deep within you, and it was mere seconds before you came on him intensely.

“Oh fuck Taehyung, ohhhh fuck” You met his thrusts as a wave of bliss washed over you, “Just like that baby” Taehyung growled, pleased at the way you were unraveling for him.

“I missed you” He mumbled into your neck as he sped up, “I missed you so bad baby” He cupped your face tightly, hands moving up to clench your hair before he came.

Your body twitched as his cum spilled out of you. He rolled off of you with a deep sigh. The two of you exchanged a quick glance, realizing how silly you must look, on a pile of dirty clothes, now stained with sweat and cum and burst into laughter. Taehyung pulled you in for another kiss.

“I hate how they treat you Y/n” Taehyung confessed softly. “You deserve so much better. Yoongi. Jimin. Hobi. Jungkook. Namjoon. They don’t do it right. You know?”

You sigh. “Taehyung?”

“Yeah baby?”

“How the fuck do you know I’ve fucked all of them?”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open. The golden light from his crystal chandelier shone down on him. He turned to see Namjoon lying next to him, covered in ice packs and bandages. “What the hell?” He looked around frantically. His medical staff was hard at work. “Did you lose the fight?”

“Yeah I did” Namjoon croaked weakly. “Don’t remind me ugh, I fucking hate myself”

Jungkook shook his head in confusion, sitting up in shock. He looked down at his own state, a bloody bandage around his abs where he had been stabbed. The pain was numb, but his ego was far more damaged. “There’s no way you could have lost dude. I thought they were blackmailing Seokjin”

“Blackmailing him with what? We barely know the guy” Namjoon muttered. “Besides, isn’t he like a fucking cop or something?”

“There’s no fucking way he’s a cop. He knows way too much, and none of us have been arrested yet. Dude. Come on. The fights themselves are illegal and he’s in them”

“You have a point” Both Jungkook and Namjoon turned to see Jimin leaning in the doorway. The staff took the cue to leave, closing the grand double doors of Jungkook’s expansive bedroom behind them.

“Alright bitches.” Jimin clapped his hands playfully, “Enough with the bullshit. Where’s Y/n? Tell me or I fucking am calling a war on you Death Valley rats,”

Namjoon tried to get up but Jungkook stopped him, “What do you mean where’s Y/n? We don’t fucking know?”

Jimin laughed bitterly, “Are you shitting me? Tell me where she fucking is right now” He pulled out his revolver, aiming it at Namjoon, “Or fighter boy dies”

Jungkook gulped, looking from Namjoon to Jimin. Namjoon was shocked, fists clenched and expression confused.

“Okay okay fine.” Jungkook sighed deeply, “I’ll tell you where she is. But you’re not gonna like it”

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a/n: ok i know i said there’d be a jin scene but, i need to build his character more so, next part i promise. smut pairs will be up on the mlist. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! who stabbed kook? what is taehyung’s deal? i love hearing your theoriesssss and getting your asks ;) see you next week & thx for reading my loves~

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pesiko · 3 years ago

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MARK LEE SERIES RECS

⇨ ongoing | ✔ completed |✖hiatus

A+taboy {2} ⇨

Monotonous café waitress Y/N ends up getting mixed in the world of Seoul’s illegal street racing. There against her will, something seems to bring her deeper and deeper into that terrifying world; maybe it’s the dangerous people that she had learned to know, or maybe it’s Mark Lee himself. Either way, she should have listened to Irene’s words, she would’ve ended up hurt — and not because of a car crash. @nctream

Connected (sns AU) {18} ✔

Mark and y/n, two clumsy people, bump into one another in the airport. they brush it off and apologize and collect their falling belongings, only to realize they grabbed the wrong phone. @treerachas

Game Over (sns AU) {12} ✔

YouTuber!y/n and YouTuber!mark become friends after continuously battling with each other in games, before falling in love and making their end goal to meet each other at a convention. @kettlewrites

Hide and Seek (sns AU) {10}✖

SM School of Arts is a prestigious academy notorious for its summer festival held every year, showcasing the best of the best performances of it’s highly skilled students. y/n and her friends are students at the elite school, and like every other student there, quickly become invested in the festival, turning into slaves of their work. It’s only when two of the group suddenly go missing when they are reminded to live a little and have fun, as they decide to balance rehearsal with a search for their missing friends, led only by a trail of weird and wonderful clues left behind to find them. @iridesuhnce

How to Get the Boy (sns AU) {40} ⇨

When Sijoon who feels like the world is against her, meets Mark Lee who keeps being nice to her - she feels as if she’s instantly in love with him. When she asks her group of friends to help, she didn’t count on Mark to fall for her hyperaware friend y/n who, like him as well, falls for his charms. Through the course of their bickering build-up friendship, he finds himself to adore her duality from an angle to both Yangyang and Haechan’s rival in ranking most evil. @yojeongin

Love, Again (sns AU) {14} ⇨

When Mark finds himself knocking on your door, drunk and emotional, he stirs a feeling in your heart that you’ve been trying hard to suppress for the past year. @cupofjae

Love Bot (sns AU) {7} ✔

Mark Lee was never good with words— except when it came to talking about you. Hidden behind the sanctuary of anonymity, he uses the Love Bot to express his feelings about you. @dreamloveclub

Love Game (sns AU) {28} ✔

Your quiet life as a full time business student part time gamer is disrupted when you have to tutor Mark Lee. @jenoptimist

Naughty & Nice (sns AU) {11} ⇨

An au in which god-fearing, college freshman Mark Lee is tired of being innocent and meets y/n - the sexy, pothead, college sophomore who wants to help him. @markftmingi

Solitude {5} ✔

In which two people who live messy, turbulent lives find solitude in one another in ways they’d never imagined. @celestialmark

To Me It’s Only You (sns AU) {2}✖

When I asked you what you wanted to order, you said “you” and now I’m kinda blushing?? And you look mildly horrified. @markleeh

Vintage (sns AU) {40} ✔

On your roaring success to stardom, your entertainment company has found an opportunity for you to collaborate on a track with mark lee — a much more established rapper in the music industry and unfortunately, your ex-boyfriend. @yongtxt

Yours (sns AU) {15} ✔

Yeah, so maybe he just realized that he does in fact have feelings for y/n. And maybe they’re not that new. @wereseoyoung

2 Fast (sns AU) {14} ✔

An au in which the sweet girl who volunteers at an animal shelter gets angry at the boy who works across the street because the sound of his motorcycle scares the animals. @markftmingi

❥ MARK LEE NAVI

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byuntrash101 · 4 years ago

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PARAPHILIA - Part 2

Pairing: Privé!Baekhyun x Reader; CEO!Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, CamCouple!AU, slice of life, smut

Tags: dom/sub dynamics, bratty OC (a lil' bit), orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, toys, (light) bondage, masturbation (f), oral (m), angry sex, name calling (at the end)

Raiting: +18 (what's new though? 😂)

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: when your (very) busy boyfriend Baekhyun is called back to work to manage his company you decide to make him regret it with (very) suggestive videos.

A/N: I don't know how many times I discarded and started over this chapter but I actually like the way it turned out 💃. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think! My asks are always open!💖💖

Tag list: @lovebuginlove @calamell @bobohumyonlyboo @smolbeanmika @making-me-blush @wooya1224 @yixing-jaehyun @f4ncyvelvet @lalalala-lav @deligxt @xofanfics @byunsugar @dixnysustae @to-all-the-stories-i-love @artisticcgroove @myexoobsession @geniusloey @blahblahblah-boo

Tell me if you want to be added/removed

PARAPHILIA masterlist | General masterlist

(Artifical love will forever be that bitch! Also the way he pushes his jaw to the front, and breathing heavily like that 🥵🥵)

Paraphilia #2: AUTAGONISTOPHILIA; Being on stage or on camera

S P O T L I G H T

"How come he's still in his office... Isn't it Sunday today?" you impatiently whisper to yourself as you turn your face to the calendar that's hanging in the fancy kitchen.

You were right it is Sunday. It's already noon and you haven't seen him yet today. Baekhyun, that is. Your boyfriend. Your incredibly successful but incredibly busy boyfriend but boyfriend nonetheless.

In the quiet of the luxurious house you can hear him speak on the phone. He's probably in a business meeting with some important partners... Yeah they must be really important because he usually always makes sure he saves the Sundays for you.

Baekhyun had always been this way. When you started dating he already was the CEO of Privé. Back then he was already very busy even though it was just a very young brand at the time but it's only gotten worse over the years or better depends on how you look at it...

"The richer, the busier" you say out loud to yourself as you move to the couch of the living room.

You sigh and pull up the cover on your legs as you switch the drama you were watching back on.

Time passes and you are completely caught up in the drama. The romance displayed is very cute and you wish you could be in Baekhyun's arms right now. Then you hear steps in the staircase, you whip your head in its direction and see your boyfriend wearing an expensive and very sleek Armani suit, with his raven black hair brushed back. He impatiently looks at his gold rolex.

His high cheekbones paired with the outfit makes your heart flutter when he appears in front of you. He looks stunning, like a dream.

But something is off about his attitude...

"Are you leaving ?" you ask a tint of sadness underlining your voice.

"Yes I have to... Something came up..." he says fixing a strand of hair in front of the mirror. You bite your lip.

"But... It's Sunday today" You say sulking, giving him puppy eyes

"I know baby but it looks like our website is under a cyber attack and I have to go fix it right now. The banking info of the customers might leak..." his voice is a little harsh and you can't help but to feel hurt by his tone.

"Ok" you say, giving up with a sad smile trying to not let him see how it affected you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can" he says waving in your direction before grabbing the keys of the Audi and walking out the front door...

You sigh once again. And try to forget Baekhyun's harsh tone and furrowed brows... but after a while you realize that you reqlly can't...

You squirm on the couch, working yourself up... The Sundays are supposed to be for you. He employs hundreds of people, couldn't one of them handle the cyber attack? Plus, Baekhyun is an expert in designing styling and marketing but he knows nothing about programming and other geeky stuff you can't even name. Why is his presence mandatory? You know he's the CEO but still... Would Elon Musk run off to the office if Tesla.com was under a cyber attack?

Probably... the voice of reason in your head answers. But you shake your head, chasing away the annoying truth.

You sigh but in annoyance this time. Then an idea blooms into your mind...

"What if... I made him want to get back as soon as possible" you smirk to yourself.

You grab your phone and press record. You perk up your lips and speak in a seductive tone.

"Babe. I miss you so much..." You say as you bring your other hand to your breasts.

"I think I need you right now" You stop the recording and press send before you can change your mind.

You wait for a second and think it's not enough... And to be quite frank, the idea of Baekhyun having to hide his boner at work because of you made you eager for more teasing.

Without even thinking you start to rub yourself between your thighs as you fill the immense living room with very soft moans.

You took your shirt over your head and slided down your pants leaving them on the marble flooring.

You laid on the couch only in your matching navy blue lingerie set. You took your phone back and made another little video for your busy boyfriend.

"Baby come home" you moaned as your fingers played with your bud through the thin lace. You lower the angle to let him see the sexy lingerie set but also where your fingers were. You felt the thrill of doing something so naughty on camera. You bit your lip as you pressed down harder on your core sending electricity throughout your body.

You hit send and drop the phone. You imagine Baekhyun getting these at the board meeting and secretly stroking himself underneath the table, his dick threatening to rip out of his pants at any time.

Your phone buzzes as you receive a response. You smirk evilly knowing it's your powerful boyfriend being distracted.

"Stop that" he demands.

The smirk only spreads further on your face. You always liked to be a dissident little brat. So you decide to go even further.

You videotape yourself again. This time you slip your hand inside your panties and gasp at the cold sensation of your fingers against your hot folds. You dip them inside your center, moaning shamelessly.

You set your phone to the side and rub yourself over your panties again. You let the room be filled with soft moans and whimpers. Already picturing Baekhyun's clenched fist underneath the meeting table as the shareholders talk to him about the cyber attack. His mind only being preoccupied with your needy moans and sweet dripping pussy.

"Mmmh... Baekhyun... If you want me to stop..." You pump your fingers inside your heat, you feel your walls tighten around them, excited by the thought of being disobedient but also on tape. "Come and make me" you say showing the camera the long strings of juices coating your fingers. Quickly you press send again.

You smirk again as you moan louder, circling your clit through the drenched fabric of your panties.

Then you hear your phone buzz again. You read the text from, you're sure of it, your very angry boyfriend.

"I'm in the car I'll be over in 10 minutes I want to see you in the R-Room"

A huge smile spreads on your lips. You made it, you made your boyfriend return to you. You were so happy you didn't care about the consequences. You happily hopped off the couch and shuffled to the R-Room. You even left behind your clothes, still on the ground , knowing damn well, the mess was going to piss off Baekhyun even further.

You pushed in the door of the R-Room. This room was the only one of the villa that didn't have any windows. It was completely dark. You pushed on the light switch. In the middle was a table, with leather straps at every corner. One camera right over the table, filming it. Another one was on a tripod on the side. And a third one was for the close ups. Because in fact, the "R" stood for "Recording".

In this room, you and Baekhyun made sextapes. Baekhyun initiated you years ago. Before it felt so wrong and you refused to be filmed from the neck up. You didn't even want to be fully naked. But now, you would simply slip on the black lace rabbit mask and you let Baekhyun bind you and do whatever he pleased to you in front of the camera.

Recently Baekhyun even convinced you to start a livestream show of your escapades. Quickly you two became really popular. Of course, Baekhyun is kind of a public figure due to his job so he never shows his face but you don't mind.

It was the most thrilling feeling. Imagining thousands of strangers touching themselves to you. Suggesting to Baekhyun things to do to you.

You slipped off your bra. You wanted to be nice and ready for Baekhyun when he came back. You put your hair up in a neat bun, even set up the cameras. You're so busy that you don't hear Baekhyun ruffling up the stairs.

He pushes the door open. Making you jump. He's mad sure but he can't help but to smile when he sees you completely naked, already waiting for him. But he doesn't intend on being easy on you, not after what you did.

You stiffen up as you see his smile fade away, walking towards you. He presses his clothed body against your naked one. He takes your chin in his cold slender fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You think you can make me this mad purposely just to make me fuck you?" You feel your cheeks grow red. "I don't think so missy" He lets go of you and turns around, ready to leave.

No no no, you think. You worked yourself up so much. You knew you were going to get punished but you didn't imagine that... It never crossed your mind that Baekhyun could actually just leave you hanging like this.

"S-should I turn off the c-cameras?" you stutter in a last attempt to make him change his mind. He stops as an even better idea blooms in his mind.

"You know what? No... keep them rolling"

A smile grows on your unsuspecting lips. Baekhyun goes to the laptop and to your different social media platforms where he types a message:

"Surprise live show to punish a disobedient little bunny rabbit"

Within seconds comments start to flow in. People were really excited to get a surprise unscheduled live. And so were you, cause you had no idea what Baekhyun had in store for you.

Baekhyun handed you the familiar bunny ears black mask. Your fingers trailed the lace details before you placed it on.

Baekhyun did some arrangements before switching the live on. The red light of the cameras started to blink and you knew you were on for one hell of a ride.

"All right everybody! Good evening! We are live today" Baekhyun said as the three cameras stared at your naked body.

You saw the first comments on the screen of the laptop.

"Wow already nice and ready"

"Ugh Bunny is so cute"

"I wish I was there to see Bunny irl"

Goosebumps poked up on your bare skin.

"Everyone today Bunny was very naughty and I had to punish her. So, I told myself why not let all of you enjoy it as well. Bunny..." Baekhyun turned to you. "Explain to our friends what you did" You looked up at your pissed off boyfriend.

"I... I disturbed master as he was busy... and was defiant"

"Good girl" Baekhyun caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You read some comments again.

"Oooh Bunny is in trouble hehe"

"Master!! Can't let this flow! gotta show her who's boss"

"Ok, so Bunny" Baekhyun starts "You will start by pleasing master" You looked up at him again you knew exactly what it meant. Baekhyun's hand left your cheeks to press on your shoulder. "On your knees Bunny".

His hand takes a tight hold on your bun as the other one unbuckles his belt and takes out his already rock hard cock.

"Open wide." he says his teeth shining under the indirect spotlight of the dark room.

You open your mouth and Baekhyun doesn't give you time to approach. Instead as soon as your mouth is open he rams his cock inside, hitting the back of your throat right away. By reflex you want to pull away but his hand around you bun maintains your head right in place.

Right then and there, you finally mesure how mad you have made him. He's never this rough, at least not right at the beginning before you had any chance of teasing him and running his patience thin. But you did all that… just with your videos… Teasing him until he can only process the desire he has for you through rough angry sex.

He starts the thrust himself in your mouth. You gag loudly on his cock, trying to catch a breath, but he doesn't let you.

"Come on, look at the camera, baby. Let them see how pretty you are with my cock down your throat" Baekhyun whispers in a low husky voice. Your tears filled eyes turn to the camera where you have a look at the comments.

"Uh ohhh... Master really IS mad"

"Bunny's mouth must feel so good"

Baekhyun gradually slows down his pace, allowing you to finally breathe. He pops his dick out of your mouth, while you pant. You look back excepting more face fucking but instead Baekhyun is turning the cameras to the table.

Already? you think. But you still get up and walk to the table, quickly checking the comments again.

"Are we bounding Bunny already?"

"Oh yessss!! The fuck-table!!!"

You sat and one after the other, Baekhyun tied your wrists and ankles to the corners of the table with the attached straps. You were now laying there, leg spreads wide, completely exposed to the +15K people that were watching you right now. You bite your lip feeling the familiar thrill swell up in your chest again.

Then Baekhyun approached with the vibrator. He pressed the button and turned it on. The buzzing sounds made you anticipate the feeling of it. You lightly squirm in your restrains. Baekhyun skipped directly to the most powerful setting. You looked at him, he was wearing that same evil smile again...

He places the vibe on your drenched heat. First at your entrance, you gasped loudly. Goosebumps spreading on your skin. With agonizing slowness he brought the vibe to your clit. The incredible speed of the vibrations took you by surprise and you immediately threw your head back, pulling hardly on the straps as unexpected pleasure took possession of you.

Your moans filled the cramped dark room. Tears started to form again, your body didn't know how to react to such an intense and unknown sensation. You felt you juices rundown your legs and coat your thighs.

"Aaaah Master... I'm cumming" you warned Baekhyun and he instantly switched the vibe off. You looked back up at him with pleading eyes, a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

"M-Master p-please" you stuttered.

"Bunny, you really think you can be disobedient like this and expect master to let you cum?" Baekhyun's low voice sent a shiver down your spine. His hands traveled to your folds, slightly playing with your sensitive bud, he coated his fingers with your juices before bringing them to your lips.

"Taste yourself baby" you hungrily sucked his digits, grazing your teeth on them. But he took them back before you were even finished. Your eyes laid on the screen.

"Ohhh Bunny how do you feel?"

"Bunny's desperate moans are the BEST!!"

Again, you heard the buzzing sound of the vibe. Only this time the vibration was really low, barely audible.

You felt the soft vibrations directly on your swollen clit. You didn't even have time to process the feeling that Baekhyun was pushing himself inside your wetness. You moaned loudly as you felt his hot cock stretch you deliciously. When he reached the bottom of you he gently pulled out. He then grabbed a piece of duct tape and secured the vibe on your clit. You moaned again, instantly missing him inside you. But it wasn't for long because he thrusted himself back in with all his might. A strangled moan escaped your lips, Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Oops, sorry baby. Had to check if the vibe was well secured... Yeah it didn't move"

Yes, you knew that much as the delicious sensation of the soft vibrations didn't stop for a second.

Soon he started to move at a comfortable pace. His length explored the deepest part of you and you completely lost yourself along the way. Between the vibe and his never ending back and forth your mind went completely blank.

"Look at the camera baby. Show this beautiful expression." Baekhyun's deep voice said.

You looked straight at the camera that was a close up of your face. You looked at the tiny return of the image. Your hair was an absolute mess. Your now loose bun was violently jumping with each of Baekhyun's thruts. Your eyes were fluttering close, rolled back. You looked delighted... and god knows you were. Baekhyun's big bulging cock felt like heaven inside you. You were so so so close to your release. Your toes curled upwards as you felt Baekhyun dig deeper inside you, his hands gripping tightly on your widely open thighs.

"Master, aaaah... I'm so... aaah... close" you said. But then again. Baekhyun abruptly pulled out of you and switched off the vibe. Leaving your desperate little cunt hungry for more of him. You whimpered and looked at him again.

"Not yet baby" Baekhyun's low voice said. You squirmed, pulling on your restrains, protesting. The comments flew in again.

"No orgasm for Bunny!"

"I bet Bunny really regrets being disobedient now hehe"

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes. You looked at your still pissed boyfriend.

"Please Master" you pleaded as you bucked your hips upwards, shamelessly showing him and the viewers your red and completely desperate pussy. Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Look at you acting like a bitch in heat, pushing up your swollen little cunt up in the air like this" you felt shame but the straps kept you from closing your legs. You could only whimper and squirm. Baekhyun brought his thumb to your mouth and you immediately sucked on it.

"You want to cum baby girl?" he asked, his voice somewhat softening. You nodded sucking vigorously on his thumb.

"Then fucking beg for it like a proper slut" he said back with his harsh tone, through greeted teeth, popping his finger out of your mouth.

One single tear rolled on your cheek. But you would have done anything. Anything in the world for him to finally let you cum.

"Master, please... I-"

"To the camera baby girl" Baekhyun interrupted you. You turned your head to the close up camera.

"I'm sorry for disobeying my master. I'm sorry for being dissident. I will do everything to make master forgive me." Baekhyun raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

"What do you say everybody?"

Your eyes went to the screen again.

"That was weak!"

"Make her beg again"

"I would just leave her like this tbh"

You turned back to Baekhyun as he smirked again.

"Gotta have to do better than this Bunny" You took a deep breath and looked at the staring camera.

"Please, Master. This bitch is yours. She would do everything to please her master, She really has learned her lesson. If you accept to fuck me more I promise I will make master feel better then ever." That intrigued him.

"What do you think guys?"

"Yes she was good enough. She deserved it."

"#dickforbunny"

Baekhyun then suddenly thrusted inside you. You gasped as the delicious sensation filled your mind again. You missed him so much these past few seconds. Your pussy was tightly gripping around his fat cock. Holding onto it like it was scared to lose it again, suffocating it in the process. And Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as your warmth enveloped him. He grunted loudly, fucking you senseless.

"Aaaah... master it's so fucking good..." you said moaning shamelessly in front of thousands of strangers.

Without a heads up, he switched back on the vibe, all the way up. The vibration was so powerful, that even Baekhyun felt your whole pussy vibrate and twitch around him. Your nails dug in your palms as you felt immense pleasure wash over you.

"I'm cumming master" You screamed, thrashing your head around, unable to contain your orgasm anymore.

"That's right cum for me baby. Cum on this dick" Baekhyun groaned in a low lust filled voice.

And finally you crossed the edge. Your orgasm washed over you, making you completely drunk on the filling as your eyes rolled back while facing the camera. Your eyes could barely read anymore.

"She's cumming like a real slut haha"

"Wow look at her legs shaking"

But then. Baekhyun didn't stop, nor did the vibe.

"Master, please I just came" You cried out as your voice was cut everytime Baekhyun thrusted powerfully inside you.

"Baby girl. Once begging me to continue, now begging to stop? Make up your mind" He grunted still powerfully slamming his length inside you.

You screamed to the sensation of your sensitive clit being over stimulated. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you continued to shake. Gradually the pleasure took over you again, not asking permission or even announcing itself. It just simply won you over.

Baekhyun and the vibe both forcing you into a second orgasm, even stronger than the first one. You arched your back and pulled hard on the restrains, the leather dug into your skin. You screamed again, completely losing to Baekhyun's fat cock.

Baekhyun continued to thrust inside you until your pussy was throbbing and sucking him in so much that he had no other choice to release his thick cum inside you. Grunting and cursing, indulging himself in the pleasure.

He slowed down his pace gradually as you fell quiet. Completely exhausted from the forced orgasm. Baekhyun pulled out and you felt his juices mixed with yours slowly drip out of you. Your mind felt numb and you weren't even able to process the words your eyes were reading.

"Bunny won't forget that punishment."

"I came so much watching Bunny shake like this"

"Bunny was fucked out of her mind... look at her... fuck so hot!"

"That was the greatest live EVERRRR"

Baekhyun laughed while reading them.

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed. I'll end it now and will put Bunny to bed" he chuckled looking back at you, chest still heaving up and down, glistening with sweat.

Baekhyun picked you up and carried you to your bedroom where you instinctively snuggled under the blanket. You had a content smile plastered on your lips.

"I'm going to disobey everytime now" you said before immediately passing out. Baekhyun just lightly chuckled before laying soft kisses on your forehead.

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mrskodzuken · 3 years ago

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I can be both naughty and nice~

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bubblessunshinehoney · 1 year ago

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Apple pie it isssss

Easy as Pie

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You bake pies for Andy, but you're still his favorite treat. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, cockwarming, slight body worship, sensory deprivation (blindfolding), established relationship, light D/s vibes, mention of insecurities, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #2 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks for suggesting soft Andy, @whisperlullaby (body worship and sensory deprivation) and @drabblewithfrannybarnes (cockwarming). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Baking was a hobby you enjoyed and what better time to make pies than in the fall? When you asked Andy that morning if he'd prefer to have a pumpkin or apple pie for dessert that evening, he told you to choose for him. It was tough for you to decide. For pumpkin, the earthy pleasant flavor and creamy filling was a wonderful contrast to the flaky trust. For apple, the sweet and tart combination was both delicious and complex.

After a quick mental debate, you decided to bake Andy one of each so he could have the best of both worlds.

“I guess I'll just have to surprise you,” you told him before he left for work.

“Either way, I'll still want you for dessert.”

You were looking forward to that.

It would've been easy for you to buy crust or filling from the store, but you preferred to bake from scratch. As tedious as it was to get the consistency right, it was fulfilling to see your progress from beginning to end. You also told Andy that baking engaged your senses, from touch to taste to smell. It relaxed you as well as energized you. It was almost like the aroma pushed you to the finish line.

By the time you finished baking and cleaning up, it was late afternoon. You were proud of how the pies turned out. Plus the smile on Andy's face when he walked into the kitchen was worth double the work.

“Right on time,” you smiled, removing your apron as he glanced over where the pies sat on display. “How was your day?”

“Better now that I’m home,” he said, loosening his tie before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He brought his hands to your waist to hold you close, your body molding easily against his. “Did you have a good day?”

“I did, but it’s better now that you’re home,” you said in return.

“You had a good day baking a pumpkin and an apple pie for me?” He questioned as you nodded. “You spoil me, honey. Thank you.”

It was almost laughable that he considered you baking pies as spoiling him. He worked hard as a lawyer and was still a loving partner even with his often busy schedule. The least you could do was take care of him in some form, though you were certain you got the better end of the stick by being with Andy.

“Don’t thank me until you taste them. They may not be so great,” you teased.

The hands on your waist gripped you a little tighter. “Don’t do that.”

Self-deprecating was something Andy didn’t care for, especially when he knew how hard you worked. He understood that there would be days when you wouldn’t think the world of yourself, but he never wanted you to put yourself or your skills down. Even if you were joking and nothing more, he preferred that you saw the best in yourself. If you didn’t, he found ways to tell or show you how special you were.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,” you said, shrinking slightly under his fierce gaze before you brushed your fingers along his thick beard. “I’m sure they taste great.”

“I’m sure they do, too,” he said, the blue of his eyes darkening as you moved your fingers to his hair. “Now say something nice about yourself.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you sifted through your thoughts, doing your best to find something positive to say that didn’t sound like you were bragging. “I put love into everything I do and that’s what counts.”

Andy’s piercing gaze softened as he gently held your chin, bringing a smile to both of your faces. “That’s how I know your pies will taste delicious. Because you made them with love.”

Praise was something you typically shied away from, but it was different with Andy. You welcomed the way warmth blossomed from your core and embraced how it spread from your head to your toes. “Double the love since you wouldn’t decide which one you wanted,” you said, his chest rising a bit as he chuckled. “Now you have to pick which one you want to try first. Unless you want to wait until after dinner.”

His brows pinched together slightly as he considered your question. He couldn’t go wrong with either. “I think I’d rather skip dinner and go right to dessert,” he answered, venturing over to the counter.

You watched as he carefully cut and plated a slice from both pies, your breath hitching when he licked some of the apple filling off his finger. He wasn't trying to seduce you at the moment, but it was working. “I don’t mind that at all,” you said as he went back to you, your fingers wrapping around his tie to have him close again. “And where would you like to have dessert?”

“In the living room,” he replied, running his free hand up and down your arm. “And there’s something else I want to try.”

“And what’s that?” You asked curiously.

“I want you to sit on my cock,” he began, bringing his hand back to your waist as you inhaled. It was always a good time for you when he wanted to play. “And I want to blindfold you.”

You whimpered, eager to give him what he wanted. Him robbing you of your sight as he stayed deep inside you would enhance everything else around you. Would his cock feel harder than usual? Would his hands and lips make you tremble more than normal?

“And you’re going to sit perfectly still while I have a slice of each pie,” he continued, his voice gruff as your breathing picked up.

“You want me to sit still while I keep you warm?” You questioned as he kissed your forehead with a smile.

“That’s exactly what I want,” he whispered, dragging his lips down to the tip of your nose. “You naked and blindfolded while my hands and mouth wander, letting me worship you as I eat those delicious pies you put so much care into.”

You made some sort of embarrassing sound at his words, wondering if was going to keep his suit on while you kept his cock warm. It was such a power move and one you loved exploring with him. While he was physically dominant over you, he was also verbally appreciative and tender. He loved you exactly the way you needed him to.

“Maybe I want to worship you, Andy,” you said. He deserved for you to love him the way he needed you to as well.

“Not tonight,” he said, a hint of dominance starting to seep in. There would be no arguing with him. “Not when I’m going to eat you out after I pump you full.”

Fuck.

“And what’ll happen if I don’t stay still?” You asked breathlessly, shivering when his mouth touched the corner of yours, his beard tickling your skin.

“You won’t come,” he replied, smirking when you took a step back and narrowed your eyes. “At least, not right away.”

“That's just mean, Mr. Barber,” you said with the smallest of pouts. He only edged you if there was a reason to do so. Though it wouldn't surprise you if he dragged it out for your self-deprecating comment earlier.

“I won't be mean tonight, but I will need you to be patient,” he said, nudging you toward the doorway. “Go to the living room and strip. I'll be there in a moment.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you smirked as you said, “Yes, Sir.”

The smirk fell as you began to undress in front of the couch with shaky hands. Though the curtains were drawn, the light in the room was bright enough that you wouldn't have a chance to hide from Andy's stare. The thought had your heart racing faster because he cherished every part of you. Any imperfection to you was a thing of beauty to him.

“Fuck, you really do spoil me.”

The rich timbre of Andy's voice made your hands fall to your sides, the ache between your thighs stronger as he walked toward you. Your nipples hardened as his eyes swept over you, like he actually touched you. It was embarrassing how wet you were when he hadn't laid a finger on you yet. You didn’t even close your eyes until he moved close enough that his nose brushed against yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips almost touching yours before he set the pie down. “You ready to take a seat or should I check?”

“I think you should check,” you said, opening your eyes as you widened your stance.

His gaze moved lower as he cupped your pussy, his fingers brushing along your slit. You were patient, letting him tease you when what you wanted was for him to stab his fingers deep. Watching him bring his glistening fingers to his lips to taste you seconds later, it was a feat your knees didn’t buckle.

He didn’t beckon you any closer as he lowered his pants and underwear, his cock springing free. His gaze devoured you still as he took a seat, lightly stroking himself with a moan as you stood there waiting. Your mouth watered at the thought of dropping to your knees and swallowing him down. It was another way to keep him warm. But he was in charge and what he wanted was your pussy.

You wouldn’t deny him.

“Come here,” he urged, taking your hand to help you into his lap. He stroked your thigh with his other hand as you straddled him. “Take me in.”

Gripping the base of his cock, you stared into his eyes as you lined him up with your entrance. Prolonged eye contact was another thing Andy taught you to appreciate. Watching the swirl of emotions in his eyes as you began to sink down made your heart almost beat out of your chest. Both of you sighed as you continued to move down, not wanting to go too fast. It would hurt him if you got hurt.

“Good girl,” he praised as you took a moment to appreciate how good he felt. He removed the tie from around his neck when you tightened slightly around him. You almost forgot he planned to blindfold you. “You let me know if this is too much, okay?”

“I will,” you promised. You never had to use your safeword with Andy, but knew he’d stop right away if anything made you uncomfortable. Communication was everything to him. “I trust you.”

He paused, a raw expression on his face as he didn’t reply. You framed his cheeks, wordlessly telling him that he didn’t have to speak. Trust wasn’t something either of you gave easily. Something about him made it easy. Maybe it was how deep your love for him ran.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick as he covered your eyes with the tie. He didn’t make it too tight, but you couldn’t see a thing. “Now be good for me.”

You gasped when one of his hands closed over your breast, your back arching to get more of his touch. You had to bite your lip to hold in your moans when his mouth enclosed around your nipple, his tongue suckling the hardened bud. Your cunt throbbed as he switched, giving equal care to each side with his hand and mouth.

“So lucky to have you,” he rasped as he released your nipple, your breathing heavy as you heard the fork scrape along the plate. Your cunt throbbed when he moaned, the sound filthy and deep. “Have a taste.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose, but Andy didn’t bring the fork to your mouth. He kissed you instead, making you cling to him as you tasted the spices on his tongue. It was stronger than normal, the flavor exploding in your mouth. You practically saw colors dancing behind your eyelids, giving various shades to the sweet taste he shared with you.

“Sweet just like your cunt,” he growled, arousal pooling in your gut as he moved his lips down your neck. Your hands were free, but you felt completely at his mercy. Your pleasure was in his hands. “Doing so well. Just keep me warm while I eat.”

You were desperate for more, but you stayed as still as you could. He kept a hand on you as he took bites, between gently grabbing your ass or rubbing your thigh. His lips and tongue touched wherever they could reach, bringing little whimpers out of you. The one thing he didn’t touch was your clit, which was begging for attention.

How long would he tease you?

“Andy, please,” you whispered, almost shifting in his lap in the hopes to get some relief.

“Almost done, honey,” he assured you, drawing a soft cry from you when he suddenly thrust his hips up. “You need me to fuck you, is that it? Can’t wait until I’m finished eating the dessert you made just for me?”

His finger brushed your clit only once and it was almost enough to hurdle you over the edge. Each touch, every lavishness of his attention, was pure ecstasy. “I-I want to make you feel good.”

“Honey, this is making me feel good,” he said, rocking his hips again as your chest heaved. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew his gaze was hungry. “Watching you like this, letting me touch you, praise you. Don’t you feel how fucking hard I am?”

“I do,” you exhaled. You felt every inch of him along your sensitive walls. “Feels good.”

He kissed your cheek, the scent of cinnamon filling your nostrils. “You feel good. So wet and tight and it’s all for me. So fucking lucky to come home to you. Love you so much, honey.”

The fabric of his tie felt damp and you realized it was your sudden tears causing that. Between his words and how sensitive your body felt, it was a lot in a good way. “I love you, too,” you whispered once you took a breath.

He dragged his mouth to your ear as he brought his finger back to your clit, rubbing gently as you both groaned. “You want me to feel even better? Show me how good I make you feel. Drench me and I’ll fuck you with my cock and tongue.”

“Please, please, please,” you begged, gripping his arms in an almost bruising hold, determined to give him what he demanded.

“Come.”

That was your undoing, the tide washing you away as you drenched him the way he demanded. He quieted your cries with his mouth, swallowing them down for himself. You whined as he stopped rubbing your clit, the spasms from your walls still strong as he whispered how much he loved you.

You loved him, too.

“Beautiful,” he commented as you came down, allowing you to collapse against him as you caught your breath. His heart raced against your chest, almost as fast as yours beat. Pleasuring you pleased him and you wondered how you hit the jackpot with him.

“The pumpkin was good,” he began, running a hand up and down your back. “But I think I prefer the apple pie. It’s sweet, like you.”

You laughed breathlessly, making your walls spasm a bit around him. “Noted,” you said, reaching for the blindfold.

He stopped you before you could remove it. “Leave it on. I’m not done worshiping you yet,” he said, shocking you by tracing a bit of whipped cream on your lips. “And if you want my cream, you'll behave.”

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winchester-with-wings · 7 years ago

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Chemical Reactions (Part 13)

Based off an anon request for Sub!Barry. I took it to mean either Submissive!Barry or Substitute Teacher! Barry. This series is for Substitute Teacher!Barry Allen.

Series Summary: Being a teacher at Central City Academy doesn’t leave much time for a personal life. You didn’t really notice or care…that is until the day the new substitute science teacher, Barry Allen makes an appearance.

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Part 13 Summary: Barry takes you home to Joe’s house for Thanksgiving and the two of you get a little naughty in his childhood bedroom.

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader, Substitute Teacher!Barry Allen x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 3500

A/N: It’s literally been months since the last part and since I last posted anything. A lot has happened lately. I got promoted. I got married. I went on my honeymoon. And then my dad decided he wanted to sell the house we were renting from him so we had to find a new place to live and I moved a few weeks ago and now I’ve been working 45+ hours a week to try and make money to pay our higher rent and credit card debt that built up from the wedding. *catches my breath* Sooo thank you all so so much for being patient with me and I hope this was worth the wait!

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You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so nervous for a holiday dinner. The holidays with Cait and Ronnie were easy. Cait’s mom never came around so it was really what you liked to call a “friends-giving.” But how long had it been since you’d had a family to impress? How long had it been since you had a boyfriend with family to impress? And you couldn’t even decide if already kinda knowing Iris was a positive or negative thing.

Barry comes by your apartment to pick you up in the mid-morning.

“Joe, Wally, and Eddie are pretty serious about their football,” Barry warns you.

“Uh-oh…is it a bad thing that I’m not?” Barry kisses your cheek, looking you up and down. You’re in a robe. Not exactly ready to party.

“You’re fine. I’m not into it as much as I’d like to be. We’ll probably spend more time in the kitchen with Iris. Why aren’t you ready?” Barry finally asks, following you into your bedroom where you’ve laid it at least four or five potential outfits on your bed.

“I don’t know what to wear!” You whimper and stomp your foot.

“Why not? You’re usually good at this…” He teases.

“Because I have to impress a lot of people! I want to make a good impression. I don’t want them to think bad of me since we’re dating secretly. I need to look like I’m…” You sigh, trying to put into words how you’re feeling, “worth it. Worth the risk. Good enough for you…” You pout as you crumple up one outfit, effectively eliminating it.

“Babe, you’re more than that! You’re out of my league!” Barry wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “Besides, what you should be doing is picking out something so that I can show you off,” he murmurs while kissing your neck.

“None of these outfits do that…” You grumble.

“Wear that one,” Barry points to a navy-blue sheath dress. It’s stops mid thigh and it has a thin gold chain for a belt. “And wear your hair down. You’ll look as perfect as you already are,” he boasts and you blush. You have to admit that he has picked a nice outfit.

“Maybe you should dress me all the time,” you suggest.

“I’d rather undress you.” Barry grins while he unties your robe and takes in the sight of your undergarments. “But that’s for another time. We’re running late.” Barry holds up the dress which you slip on and he zips up.

“Wait I need a few more minutes! I have to finish my makeup!” You run to the bathroom.

“Ughhh!” Barry moans and dramatically throws himself on the bed.

You drum your fingers on the neck of the wine bottle in your hand. Barry takes the wine from you in case your grip loosens and you drop it.

“Relax,” Barry reassures you for the thousandth time. “They’re going to love you.”

“It feels like parent-teacher conferences but I’m in their home court. They have the advantage.”

“Oh man, was there a report card I was supposed to deliver?” Barry jokes. You roll your eyes. Eventually the schoolboy jokes should get old, but since you’re comparing this meeting to a school function, you can’t really complain.

“Were we supposed to make a dish?” you suddenly panic as Barry knocks on the door. He laughs and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Nah, Iris and Joe are making everything. They wouldn’t risk me messing up one of the family recipes.”

The door opens and you’re greeted by a student of CCA.

“Miss Y/L/N!” Wally West, senior at CCA, greets you with his bright smile. “Oh umm…I mean Y/N…oh god I made it awkward already,” he blushes and laughs. The mood is lightened instantly. Barry hugs Wally and you give him a side hug. “Come on in! Meet the rest of the family.”

The house is beautiful upon entering and smells even better. There’s a hallway and a staircase straight ahead and to the left is the living room attached to a dining room. There’s an empty chair with a dip in the cushion, clearly left behind by Wally. Two other men are on the couch but all you see is the back of their heads are they’re transfixed on the TV.

The second a commercial comes on, the larger of the two stands up and comes to greet you while Barry hangs up your coat.

Detective Joe West is intimidating to look at but he’s more like a teddy bear wearing some reading glasses, a sweater, and smelling of spiced cinnamon. He smiles kindly and shakes your hand when you offer it but turns it into a gentle hug.

“I’m so glad I’m finally getting to meet you,” he grins. “Barr definitely forgot to mention how lovely you were.”

“That’s a lie!” Barry shouts over his shoulder by the coat closet.

“That’s right. He never shuts up about you,” Joe teases and you giggle. Barry’s blushing as he comes back to your side.

Everyone starts migrating into the living room. Wally shouts at the football game as the other occupant in the room stands. He’s handsome with perfect blonde hair and blue eyes. He smiles and shakes your hand.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Eddie, Iris’ boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah!” you smiled. “I’ve heard about you. I’m glad you exist,” you tease. Eddie is confused by that remark but then Iris walks in to offer the explanation.

“She thought I was Barry’s girlfriend when we first met. Y/N! It’s so good to see you again! Hopefully, we can talk more than last time,” she says as she embraces you. She smells amazing, smells like all the wonderful ingredients she’s been cooking with all day.

Now that all introductions and greetings were out of the way, everyone got comfortable once again. Iris invited you into the kitchen. Joe even popped in to make sure she was doing his mom’s recipes justice (which resulted in a few adjustments being made by himself); Iris and Barry learned to cook from Joe.

Iris appreciated the wine you brought and opened it right away.

You’re happily surprised and put at ease by how nice Iris is. She has nothing but love and support for Barry—who was her best friend even before Joe adopted him. She spills some secrets about him and makes you promise not to tell him you know.

“Hey hon!” Joe calls out to Iris. “How much longer?”

“Give me 5 more minutes!” she rolls her eyes and laughs. You offer to set the table and Barry comes in to lend a hand, transferring the food from the kitchen to the dining room.

Joe cuts the turkey and Wally leads grace when it’s time to eat. Everyone joins hands for grace but when it’s over, Barry doesn’t let go of your hand. He squeezes it gently and winks at you before settling in to eat.

Everything is delicious! You have a full serving of every item and maybe a second serving of one or two others. You enjoy it all immensely but were also very aware of your manners. It’s not like you don’t have any to begin with but you feel like eating even more carefully at the risk of looking like Wally who’s stuffing his face. Everyone seems at ease around you, right down to Barry & Wally arguing over the wishbone. Throughout dinner, Barry’s hand sneaks under the table to hold your hand again or rest on your thigh. Once or twice, he lingers too long or slides it a little higher and a little closer than it’s appropriate.

When everyone is working on their second helpings and the eating has slowed, the conversation picks up. Barry’s hand sneaks under the table again to hold your hand, offering support as you answer questions typically asked of new girlfriends.

“So how’d you meet?” Eddie asks, the only one unaware of the story. You and Barry share a sideways glance and blush.

“At school. I think she thought I was a student…” Barry offers up. Your jaw drops and you swat at his shoulder.

“That sounds terrible! Don’t say that,” you wince and hide your face behind your hands.

“Well I wouldn’t blame her. Barry does look young for his age,” Iris defends you, poking fun at Barry. “He’s always had a cute little baby face.” Barry groans.

“Thank you, Iris. And yes, I thought he was a student but that was because he didn’t tell me any different but I figured it out real fast.”

“That was at Field Day, huh?” Wally asks, “I remember that.”

“And your first date?” Iris leans in, excited for the details.

“It was at Barry’s place. He cooked,” you answer.

“Ohh, I hope it was good. Dad and I can only teach him so much,” she teases. It’s Barry’s turn to look offended.

“For your information…it was delicious. And it clearly worked since she’s still seeing me.”

“Has that been hard? Have there been any challenges at school because of this?” Joe asked the difficult and pertinent questions. You and Barry both exchanged glances. Barry looks embarrassed and sighs.

“Don’t worry Y/N, this family is not one to complain about workplace romances…clearly,” Joe’s gaze wanders over to Eddie and Iris who’ve just been caught whispering amongst themselves.

“Come on, Joe, we’ve got a handle on this. We won’t get caught and fired if that’s what you’re implying,” Barry mumbles, rubbing the back of his head and readjusting his position in his seat. This time you rest your hand on Barry’s shoulder to relax him.

“It’s okay, Barry. To answer your question, Joe, not really. The grades we teach don’t involve a lot of overlap.” Joe looks reassured and nods. You decide to lighten the mood. “The only thing I have to look out for is how many of the girls in my class have a crush on Barry too. He’s quite beloved amongst the __ year olds.”

Everyone starts laughing.

“Aww! The cute and mysterious substitute teacher has a fan club!” says Iris. Barry starts blushing and you giggle.

“What about your students Barry? How have they taken to you? Do you have a fan club there?” Eddie asks.

“I haven’t noticed,” Barry shrugs.

“Don’t play dumb, brother. You have to know that almost all the senior and junior girls have heart eyes for you,” Wally claims, eager to spread the gossip.

“They do?”

“I mean, I’d believe it,” you admit, although the topic is starting to make you uncomfortable and strangely jealous. What if all the girls with crushes on him are watching him closely and start to notice you with him?

“Yeah! The only girls that don’t have their own crushes on you, like to pair you off with other teachers. It’s like a dating pool and you and Y/N are actually quite a popular ship,” Wally reveals. Barry quirks an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

“Ship?” You don’t know what that is—probably since you don’t teach teenagers.

“No one has actually noticed their relationship though, right?” Iris asks, seeming to pull the words right out of your mind. She looks at you and Barry sympathetically. Wally folds up his napkin and starts gathering his dishes.

“Nah, I don’t think so. It’s just a game to them. It’s just been fun ever since Miss Snow and Mr. Raymond got together.” Everyone at the table seems to release a sigh of relief and when no one seems to be looking, Joe winks at you.

Everyone starts to gather the rest of the dishes and clean up after the feast. The conversations diverge and take up lighter subjects. You’re quiet while drying a few dishes, introspective about the information Wally has provided.

“You alright darlin?” Joe asks, his hand rests on your back. He offers to take the dish from you. You hand it off with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m good. Actually, can I use the restroom?”

“Sure thing, honey, I think Wally just went in there but you can use the one upstairs,” Joe offers.

“Yeah, I can show you where it is, Babe,” Barry pops up behind you with a tender smile. You accept and take his hand as he leads you to the staircase.

“Give her a proper tour while you’re at it!” Joe calls out. “It’s not complete until she sees your childhood bedroom and old action figures.”

“Joe!” Barry grumbles and pretends to be embarrassed while you giggle.

Just as you had at Barry’s apartment, you look at all of the pictures lining the upstairs hall. There are so many more childhood pictures of him and much more with Iris and Joe in the picture. Wally doesn’t show up in pictures until a few years later. Barry explains it’s because Wally had grown up with his mom (Joe’s ex-wife) until she passed away from a sickness.

The décor of the house—including the upstairs bathroom—is one inspired by a single man. Plain and simple with darker toned colors. And then there’s Barry’s room.

“Best for last?” you tease him.

“Of course.” Barry opens the door to a large bedroom that appears still lived in with a small pile of laundry, posters on the walls and science fair trophies on the shelf. The bed is even unmade as if Barry had been sleeping there just last night. “I’m sorry it’s a mess. It’s been awhile since anyone else was in my old room.”

“Oh? And were any of those other people women?” you smirk, sitting on the rumpled sheets on Barry’s bed. Barry quirks an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest.

“And what if I said yes?”

“Oh, then I should get going.” You move to stand but are instead pinned to the mattress as Barry lunges at you. You giggle and try to fight off his grip on your wrists but that just frees up his hands to tickle you.

“No, Barry! Stop!” you squeal. “You’re going to ruin my dress and my hair.” Barry’s face is in the curve of your neck, kissing your throat.

“Oh baby, it’s already ruined,” he growls. You roll your eyes and then tangle your own fingers into Barry’s hair, messing up his hair.

“Barr, now it’s going look like we got it on in your childhood bedroom. Everyone is going think the worst of me,” you whimper. Barry lifts his head and rolls his eyes.

“No they won’t. They’ll probably blame me. But…if that’s what they’re going to assume…might as well do something worth talking about…” Barry’s hand trails down your side until it reaches the hem of your dress. He starts pulling it up.

“Barry…” you whisper a half-assed attempt to stop him. You want this. Barry’s been touching your thigh all night and being a couple in front of people has done nothing but instill a confidence in yourself and your relationship with him.

The moment his fingers hook onto your panties, you claim his mouth with yours. You hook one hand at the back of his neck and the other clutches at his shirt. Barry groans at your primal response. Roughly and uncoordinated, he hikes up your dress and tries to pull down your underwear. At the same time, he’s reaching for the nightstand. All the while he’s determined to keep his lips locked with yours. The kisses become quick and frenzied and sprinkled with giggles.

This is why you love making love with Barry. Sex isn’t always perfect and sexy and if you can’t laugh while you’re trying to do it then are you actually happy? And did you just think about Barry and love in the same sentence? Are you there yet?

But that’s a whole other thing to ponder later…when you’re no busy trying unbuckle Barry’s belt and find his zipper and stay quiet while getting tangled in an already disheveled bed.

“Oh shit,” Barry gasps as he falls off of you and the bed. When he comes up for air, he brandishes a foil packet. “Okay, let’s do this.” He chuckles as he pushes down his boxers but leaves the rest of his clothes on. You laugh. He smirks at you while he puts the condom on his dick, already standing attention and ready for duty.

“Barry, are you sure we should be doing this? Everyone is downstairs. What if they hear us?”

“Then be quiet,” Barry grins as he crawls back onto the bed. He hooks his hands behind your knees and pulls you further down the bed, both legs on either side of him. “Can’t stop thinking about your body. Especially after the pool. I need you now.” He descends upon you, kissing you while he sneaks a hand between your legs. He groans when he feels how wet you are. Slick and ready for him. “Mmm…love how ready you are. You want me too, huh?”

“Yes, Barry,” you whisper against his lips, “please,” you gasp as his fingers graze the sensitive nub at your apex. Barry kisses you a few more times before trailing down your jaw and throat. He’s careful not to leave a mark but continues to kiss you on the neck as he slides into your heat. “Mmph, fuck,” Barry groans as he starts to move. With each thrust he murmurs into your ear. “I missed this. Need this. Need you every day. You’re like a drug to me, Y/N. Need to be with you.”

“You are,” you whisper back, answering him and meeting his thrusts by arching your back and clinging to him. Barry starts picking up his pace, reaching desperately for his release and yours.

“No, umph! Always. Like a real couple. Mmm, in front of people.” Barry raises up to his knees and holds your hips so that he can get the best angle. You’re clinging to the sheets, just on the edge.

“We are, Barr…oh shit, I’m coming,” you gasp, arching your back once more and toes curling in your shoes which never came off. Barry tumbles after you, curling forward and pressing his forehead to yours as he spills into the condom, leaving no real mess behind. Panting and sharing light, delicate kisses, you frame Barry’s face with your hands. “This is real,” you kiss him as Barry’s eyes drift shut for only a moment.

When boisterous laughter coming from downstairs can be heard through the bedroom door, that’s when you and Barry come back down to reality.

Barry disposes of the condom and cleans you and himself up with some tissues. Then you’re both getting dressed and put together as best you can. You do your best to fix up your hair but it’s useless and Barry is still flushed enough that you’re both going to be dead giveaways. You both accept your fate and walk out of the room, hand in hand.

“There you guys are!” Joe exclaims as you enter the room. “We were about to send a search party. We thought maybe Y/N had fallen into the toilet,” he jokes.

“Nope. Just got caught up with the tour and looking at all the pictures,” you smile.

“Oh? Did you see Barry’s MVP football trophy?” Joe asks. You’re about to lie and answer yes, because why not. Then Barry calls him on it.

“It’s a trick question. Joe wouldn’t let me play football in high school.”

“He would’ve been killed!” Joe defends himself and laughs again, clapping Barry on the shoulder. He points a finger in Barry’s face. “You caught yourself a girl out of your league, boy, hold onto her.” Joe winks at you and you blush at the compliment.

“Yes, sir,” Barry beams at his father and squeezes your hand. And from there the night goes on, talking, sharing stories, watching one last football game.

You settle into the couch, observing it all. Barry’s love for his adopted family—his true family—is endearingly sweet and it only makes you smile more. You wish you had this. Barry notices this lament on your face when everyone is up getting more drinks.

“Hey, babe, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m great. Tonight has been amazing. I just, I just wish I had this too. That I could take you home to my family.” Barry already knows your history. You were an only child, raised by your grandparents who had passed years ago.

“Well, how about I share my family with you?” Barry murmurs into your hair, kissing your temple. You nod and snuggle deeper into his side. You’re both sitting on the couch as close as can be. “I think they like you,” he teases.

“Good because I like them. Thank you for inviting me, Barry.” You tilt your head back to kiss him.

“Anything for you, baby. Anything for the woman I…um…am dating. Anything for you,” he repeats. He’d stumbled over a word there. You have a sneaking suspicion you know what it was.

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A Thousand Years (vampire!Jack x reader AU) - Part 5

Part 4 Masterlist

Don’t come after me, it’s ~4-5k words.

A few months after their first meeting, Y/N and Jack have fallen into the routine of her coming to stay with him on the weekends. She’d sleep over and do some laundry for free, while also teaching him how to cook as best she can on his extremely outdated appliances.

Jack had made her breakfast, looking up a tutorial on his new phone and getting many compliments from Y/N about how well he cooked the eggs. After she had eaten, she sat on the couch to relax and watch some TV until she knocked out. Jack chuckled to himself as she saw watched her sleeping, the blanket covering half her lower half and her arms cushioning her head.

She sleeps for an hour until she wakes up to shouting and the sound of feet running. “OI! SOCKS YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT ONE, IT’S NOT MINE IT’S Y/N’S!” Things don’t completely register in her groggy mind. It’s not until she sees a blur of black fur run towards her that she startles awake, grogginess forgotten. Socks is running behind the couch with a bright red sock in his mouth. It’s hers. She hears Jack run in.

“Where is he?” he asks. “He ran behind the couch,” she says as she yawns, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Put your feet up,” he commands, walking over to one side.

She complies, tucking her feet under herself and sits back. She steadies herself by putting her hands on the cushions when she feels Jack move the couch away from the wall with ease. Socks runs out to another spot in the house. He bends down and grunts as he reaches for something before standing up straight. “Here,” he says, exhaling. He hands Y/N the sock his cat stole, and she giggles as she takes it. “My hero,” she jokes, standing up to kiss his cheek. “Guess that means he’s accepted you as his mum,” Jack said offhandedly. “Maybe you should move in,” he says casually. “What?” she says, standing back. When he looks at her, her face doesn’t match her tone. She had asked him incredulously, but there’s no shock on her face, just a surprised smile. “Yeah, you’re almost on summer holidays. And you wouldn’t need to live in that tiny dorm anymore, except during the week if you really want. You’d have all the space here, we can even put an office in one of the spare rooms. I’ll buy kitchenware and new appliances.” “I can’t ask you to do that though, that’s so much money.” “I’ve got the money, love. From years and years and years of saving and selling some old junk I’ve got from a hundred years ago, remember?” “But I can’t…I don’t have the money to help, if I’m gonna live here—“ “Doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, “Just move in. Be with me—“ Meow. “—and Socks.”

Y/N can’t help the tears that well up in her eyes. She laughs as she wipes away the ones that spill over. “Yeah.”

“I like yellows and oranges,” Y/N says as they stand in the paint department at the hardware store. “Can’t we go with blues? Yellow and orange just seems so…bright.” “Jack you put boards on your windows and don’t let any light in! I think it’d be good to have the bright colors. Plus we’re getting dark hardwood, it’ll be a nice contrast.”

They quickly fell into a brief exchange of stubborn glances before Y/N’s eyes caught sight of a good compromise.

“Okay, golden yellows and pastel greens,” she said, picking up a swatch of the greens and yellows she was talking about, “It’s a nice balance of warm and cool. We’ll have the kitchen yellow, which will go nicely with the dark cabinets and granite countertops. Then we can have the living room be green and that’ll go well with your black couch. Then your bedroom—“ “Our bedroom,” he corrects. “—if you so please, we can paint a dark blue, like a navy,” she says, picking out another swatch, “We can paint this color on two walls so that the room isn’t completely dark and then the bed goes against one wall and our dressers go against the other. Or we can do a pale blue,” she picks up another swatch, “and then paint the whole room that color.” “Well, if I’m getting a room of my color,” he says, grabbing the dark navy, “Then you should paint your workroom too.” “I thought you’d say that,” she smirks, “I want this,” she says, holding up a terra cotta orange swatch. “You got it,” he says, taking the rest of the swatches from her and kissing her forehead.

They walked over to the mixing station, handing the swatches to the worker there and watching as the colors mix in the large cans. Jack paid before grabbing all four with ease, two in each hand, much to the surprise and late realization of what he is by the employee. He laughed as Y/N skipped to the car, taking the keys from his pocket and popping the trunk for him.

“Someone’s excited,” he says, pulling the door down to lock it. “I am!” she says, “We’re…we’re gonna paint the house. Our house.” “Yeah, we are,” he smiles widely, unable to help the warm and fuzzy feelings he gets at the reality that this is happening. She’s moving in with him, bringing warmth and color into the house just like she’s done for him since she met him.

Jack knows he could paint the kitchen and living room in a matter of minutes, but Y/N’s just so excited about painting that he slows down to match her pace. The couch and cat tower having been moved from the wall and covered with a tarp and the TV dismounted, they set to work with the pastel green Y/N picked out. They begin rolling the paint onto the walls, until Y/N stops suddenly. “We need music,” she says. “I’m on it,” Jack says, putting his roller down into the pan and heading into the basement.

When he returns, Y/N almost laughs. He’s carrying a record player, probably from the 70s, and a crate filled with records in their sleeves. “Oh…wow…okay,” she laughs. “What?” he says, setting them down, “It still works, I’ve taken really good care of it. Same thing with the records. Bought them the day they came out!” “No, I don’t doubt it, I just…I guess I just didn’t think you’d—cuz when I think of playing music I think of—“ “I’ve got a boombox too?” he shrugs, “And some cassette tapes. It can play CDs too, I’ll go get it.”

He leaves before she can say anything else. She turns back to continue painting, satisfied with the color on the walls. She’s interrupted by the sound of the plastic paint tray bending under weight.

“Socks!” she cries, seeing the cat pawing at the paint and stepping into it. He looks up when she speaks, running away and leaving pastel green paw prints on the new dark hardwood floor as he does. “Naughty kitty.”

“I don’t use this one as much but I’m pretty sure it still wo—SOCKS YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Jack yells, setting the boombox down and running to another part of the house. Y/N hears clattering and thumping as she still continues to paint. She feels a breeze, which she knows indicates Jack’s quick movement throughout the house. When he returns, she looks at him looking thoughtful as he stares at the paw prints. “They’ve dried,” he states with a sigh. “You can scrape it off and use rubbing alcohol on a paper towel,” she says. “My dad painted the house when I was a little girl. That’s what he did.” “Alright, lass. You keep working, I’ll take care of this.”

She hears him cleaning the floors as if it’s happening in a time-lapse. Apparently vampire speed comes in handy when your cat runs through paint and leaves paw prints on the floor while you’re painting the house with your human girlfriend. After a minute, he’s sifting through the records, taking the lid off the record player and putting the record under the needle. The sound of the Beatles’ A Hard Day’s Night album filled the room. He goes back to his position next to her, picking up his roller and filling the white wall with green. “Did you see them? In concert?” she asks. “Yeah, Edinburgh ’64.” “What was it like?” “I remember a lot of girls fainting, falling on me and Thomas and all.” “Speaking of Thomas, what’s his last name?” “Morrison. We met when we were sat next to each other in school.” “What school did you go to?” “A small school called Channelkirk. We were one of the first students to go there.” “Why? When did it open?” “1855.” “Oh I see.”

They fall into a comfortable silence, painting and playfully bumping hips. Eventually they get to the edges of the walls and window frames, which require painting with smaller brushes. But what starts with Jack accidentally flicking paint on Y/N after a particularly hard stroke against the wall leads to her retaliating by speckling his skin with paint as well, which in turns causes a full paint war to ensue. Soon enough they’re laughing, green handprints and spots all over them as Jack grabs her waist and pulls her towards him, pressing kisses onto her face and playfully biting at her neck. “Let go!” she squeals, trying to wriggle out of his grip. “Not till you apologize, my love.” “You flicked paint on me first!” “Was an accident, didn’t even give me a chance to apologize before you flicked some on me.” “Okay, okay I’m sorry!” she laughs, pushing him away.

There’s paint in his beard and in her hair. She gets a streak of it on her forehead when she sweeps another piece out of her hair. She begins putting the paints and rollers away and Jack follows. There’s a small section left to do, but they decide to leave it for tomorrow to do along with the kitchen. “Come take a shower with me,” she says, reaching her hand out for him to take, “We can use the new towels we bought.” “Alright, lass,” he smiles, placing his hand in hers.

As they walk to the bathroom, Y/N hears Socks meowing in one of the empty rooms of the house. “You locked him in there?” “He’s got his food and litter box in there! I even brought his cat tower up!” She rolls her eyes. “There was no other way! He would’ve gotten into the paint!” “Oh goodness,” she says, opening the door to check on him. He’s sitting at the door and stands at the sight of Y/N. He curls between her legs, purring as he goes. “Don’t worry baby,” she coos to him, leaning down to scratch behind his ears, “You won’t have to be locked in a room when we begin painting the individual rooms.” Socks wanders off to another part of the house and Y/N turns back to Jack, grabbing his hand and leading him down the hall to the bedroom. They walk into the ensuite and Y/N’s the first to begin undressing. Jack follows, shedding his shirt and shucking his pants off. All their clothing’s in the laundry basket when Y/N steps into the shower, twisting the hot water knob to turn the shower head on.

The water’s cold at first before it fades into a nice warm temperature. She then turns the cold water knob to keep the water from getting too hot and steps under the stream of water. Jack steps in, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down to kiss her shoulder. He feels her reach her arm out to grab his bottle of shampoo and she turns to squirt some into her palm. “Come on,” she says, motioning for him to bend down a bit. She lathers the shampoo into his hair and he hums contentedly at the scratches she leaves against his scalp as she massages the suds into his hair. “You’re like Socks,” she giggles, “you like scratches on your head.” “Hush, I’m nothing like that little shit,” he chides, grabbing her shampoo and doing the same to her hair. He smiles when she leans into his chest as he washes her hair, brushing his fingers through any tangles that formed when her hair was up in a loose bun as they painted. They rinse the shampoo out and he watches as she puts conditioner in her hair. “What’s that for?” “It’s so that my hair’s soft.” “What? So this whole time your hair isn’t naturally soft like that? I’ve been duped!” “You have been,” she says sarcastically, “Did you not feel how rough my hair was when you shampooed it?” “No, I just thought your hair was always soft like that.” “Nope. It’s all the oils and…other stuff that’s in here,” she says, giving her hair a quick rinse again. She then grabs the loofa and bar of soap, lathering it up before grabbing Jack’s arm. “You have so much paint on you,” she laughs. “Whose fault is that I wonder,” he smirks. “You started it,” she says, scrubbing down his chest and reaching around to get his back. “I think not, lass, remember? You didn’t even give me a chance to apologize—“ “You could’ve apologized instead of getting me back!” she says, reaching up to soap his neck, where some green hand prints were. She rubs away the patch of green on his beard, before handing him the loofa so that he could wash his legs. Once he’s done, he starts with her arms and goes down her torso, scrubbing away a large handprint he left when he grabbed her waist under the t-shirt she wore. He kisses her forehead when he reaches around to do her back and she giggles when he dots a cluster of bubbles on her nose. She takes the loofa from him so that she can wash her own legs before stepping under the shower stream again to rinse herself off. When he’s done rinsing the suds off, he stops her when she reaches for the shower knobs. “Just hold on a bit,” he says, bringing her close to him, “wanna cuddle ya.” “Here?” she giggles, “It’d be a lot more comfortable on the bed or on the couch, I think.” “No,” he shakes his head, “like having you this close.”

They stand there between each other’s arms, Jack’s cheek resting on the top of her head as the water continues flowing. They’re so close though that one a small amount can fit between them and Y/N realizes that she likes being this close to him too.

Jack wraps her in a big fluffy towel before securing one around his waist. She squeezes out some excess water in her hair over the sink and shakes the long strands. When she grabs her hairbrush, he reaches out for it, “Let me,” he says. She smiles and hands it to him, watching him brush her hair in the mirror. When he’s done, he sets the brush down on the counter and kisses her cheek and she giggles. They get dressed in a fresh set of clothes, Y/N stealing one of Jack’s sweaters, before going into the kitchen to make dinner. Jack waits as she cooks, trying to figure out her laptop. She’d asked him to pull up a movie on Netflix, but he barely knows how to use the computer. The last time he’d used one it was a box desktop and he had to dial for the internet. He hears Y/N close a pot to let the soup she’s making simmer and she sits next to him.

“How do I click?” he asks. “Here,” she says, nudging his hand with hers to bring her finger onto the trackpad. She hovers the mouse over Google chrome and taps the bottom left corner, watching the icon bounce. “You don’t use Internet Explorer?” “God no,” she says, “That’s so slow. Get with the times, old man,” she jokes, pinching his cheek. “Hey, Internet Explorer was all the rage when I was 149.” “Wow, you’re so hip and with it,” she laughs, logging into Netflix and pulling up the Titanic. As it loads, she goes back to check on her soup and pour some for herself into a bowl. She comes back, sets her bowl on the table and presses play.

“I’m about 99.9% sure this story is based on Thomas’s girlfriend.” “Why?” “She was on the Titanic and survived by floating on a plank like Rose.” “Did she also fall in love with a Jack?” “No, but the doctor treating her was a vampire and bit her to save her from dying of hypothermia.” “What’s her name?” “Poppy Hollingberry—“ “Hollingberry!?” Y/N exclaims, quickly pausing the movie and looking at Jack. “Yeah. She’s actually from around your town, maybe a half an hour out?” “I had a neighbor named Mrs. Hollingberry! Do you think they knew each other?” “Maybe? She lived with a woman named Abigail for a bit before Thomas met her.” “Wait how did she and Thomas even meet?” “Thomas and I were passing through after selling an old antique lamp we’d had for decades that we weren’t using anymore. There was a collector out that way that put up flyers and stuff advertising that they’d buy shite like that so we figured we’d just try to do it. We were on our way back when he saw her and he thought she was human so he was telling her that she should go home because it was late and I guess they just liked each other or something. She lived with us for a few years before they both left.” “Where did they go?” “They left in 1993 and lived in Liechtenstein for a bit then moved to Belgium in 1995. They moved again in 1997. After that I lost contact. He forgot to give me their number I guess.” “Oh.”

They once again fall into silence, Y/N reaching over to hit the space bar to play the movie again.

A few days later, after they finish the kitchen and living room, their new kitchen appliances are scheduled to come.

“Of all days they choose today?!” Y/N says, fuming as Jack chuckles. “Love, you have the rest of your life to use those appliances, why are you making such a big fuss?” “Because I wanna use them right away!” she says indignantly. “Well after you get home from your day out you can use them all you want.” “Maybe I can cancel—“ “No, no, love, you need a day out. You need some sun. Or else you’ll be as pale as I am.” “Fine,” she says, conceding. “There’s a good girl,” he says, handing her a pair of sandals, “wear these, they’re in season.” “Look at you, getting with the times, starting to see the trends.” “Well what kind of boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t help my human girlfriend dress fashionably?” “A terrible one,” she smiles, fastening the buckle of her sandals and standing up to press a kiss to his lips, “I’ll see you later, I love you.” “I love you, too.”

“Sorry, miss. Unfortunately our records don’t go that far back,” the secretary says over the phone, “The earliest we have is from 1935.” “Okay,” Y/N sighs, “Thank you so much for all your help though. I really appreciate it.” “You’re welcome, and have a good day.”

The line goes dead and Y/N sits back against the metal chair on the patio outside of the restaurant she and her friends are at. “What was that about?” her friend Maeve asks, “last I checked your family’s been in the Southeast for the last four generations? What, you suddenly have a long lost relative from Scotland?”

Y/N had called Channelkirk in hopes of them finding Thomas’s records, which could hopefully give her a lead to tracking him down.

“No, it’s not that,” she shakes her head, taking a sip of her lemonade, “it’s just, Jack had this friend that he spent his entire life with. He was the one who made him a vampire and they lived together for, like, a century and a half before he moved to be with this girl. They’re somewhere in Europe and I’m trying to find them. Maybe bring Jack there so they can reunite.” “Aww that’s so sweet!” “Do you know any other information about him?” her other friend George asks. “I just know his name is Thomas Morrison and he and Jack were born the same year, 1850 and they went to Channelkirk in 1855. And his girlfriend’s name is Poppy Hollingberry. She’s got the same last name as my neighbor.” “Have you talked to her yet?” “I don’t know how to go home without Jack wanting to come with me, or wondering why I’m going.” “You can tell him you’re just going for the day or something. A friend’s in town and has one day to spare. You’ve gotta go and be back by night or something.” “He might still want to—“ “He won’t if there’s no more room in the car,” her other friend, Lily interrupts. “What?” “We’ll go with you. Cover for you. You can do some digging and we can just go out while we wait for you. Also gives us an opportunity to meet this vampire of yours.” “You’d do that? Just muck around my super boring town just to cover for me?” “Eh, why not?” Maeve says, “I need to get out of London anyway.” “What’ve you done now?” George says accusingly. “I may or may not have slept with one of the supervisors at the job I’m applying to.” “What!?” they all cry in unison, laughing at the idea of it. “I didn’t know! I only found out it was him when I walked into the interview and saw him at the panel!” “Oh lord,” Lily says, “Right, well I think that warrants a little trip out of town. Who’s free this weekend?”

Y/N returns home to hear Jack shuffling about the kitchen. When she walks in, she sees the new black and chrome appliances they had picked out before her eyes settle on Jack standing over the stove with his brows furrowed in concentration as he looks at his phone while stirring something in a sauce pot. The stove is off, though, and Y/N takes that as a sign of him finishing up whatever he’s cooking.

Socks trots over and meows at Y/N’s feet and she reaches down with her fist extended towards him. He bumps his head against it and continues to nudge her hand as she scratches behind his ears. “For the last time Socks, this isn’t your food—oh,” Jack says, looking at his girlfriend and their cat.

She smiles at him and walks over, Socks following along at her feet. “What’re you making?” “Dinner,” he says, continuing to move the contents of the pot—pasta—around. It’s carbonara, her favorite. “Wow, I’m impressed,” she says, “but how’d you get the groceries?” “Amazon Eats,” he answers. “Hey look at you!” she says for the second time that day, “Using the internet and Amazon, I’m proud of you!” “Yeah I’m pretty hip and with it,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Ew stop, that’s kinda creepy,” she says, pushing his cheek. “Oi! You’re gonna say that to your loving, doting boyfriend who slaved away over a pasta dish that he isn’t even gonna eat?” “Considering you don’t get tired, nor do you sweat and you definitely don’t have to worry about bleeding out from a cut on your finger, I’d say you barely slaved over this.” “S’not nice! This took an hour of my life away!” “It’s only supposed to take 30 minutes! Plus don’t you have crazy fast vampire reflexes?” “I had to make sure I was cutting the vegetables correctly! Plus I’m new to cooking!” he scowled, opening one of the cupboards to grab a plate. He grabs some pasta with the tongs he’d be using and places it into a pile on the plate before setting it on the counter to garnish with parsley. “And a garnish too, now I’m really impressed,” Y/N jokes as she grabs the plate, “Thank you for dinner.”

He smiles, all joking absent from his face, “Of course, love,” he says, leaning down to kiss her cheek. He gets to work on washing the dishes and putting the food in a Tupperware to be put in the fridge when it cools down some. When he’s done he sits next to her at the kitchen table and watches with satisfaction when she eats as if it’s the last meal she’ll ever have. “Can you cook every meal from now on?” she asks. He laughs, wiping away some sauce on the corner of her mouth, “I’m glad you like it.” “It’s really good. And you cook breakfast well too.” “Well, it’s my first time doing it,” he shrugs, “When I was growing up the boys didn’t cook, it was just the women. So I never really did much in the kitchen. Or in the house, for that matter.” “What would it have been like if…if we were together?” she asks. “We would’ve been married, probably,” he laughs, “I would’ve asked your dad for your hand one day. I’d barely get to kiss you as much as I get to now. I’d only steal a few on your lips, leave the rest on your cheeks and forehead. You would’ve worn a dress that would’ve taken ages to put on and take off. And you’d have a corset-“ “Yuck,” she says, her face twisting up at the thought. “Dates would be just walks in the town square or having tea in your living room with your parents in the next room. They’d be able to hear everything.” “Sounds not fun,” she comments. “Not as fun as it is now, being with you. I’d rather have this with you.” “Why?” she asks, setting her fork down. “Because…I dunno. When Thomas left I kinda just fell out of the world. I didn’t have any connections to anybody and it was just me and Socks. And it was boring. I just kept going because I didn’t wanna leave him on his own. Then you came in and it just…you brought me back. You’re warm, like the sun. And bright too. And I’ve never felt that way about anyone. Not any of the pretty girls in Oxton, ever. God, Y/N, if my heart still worked I swear it’d beat for you.”

She’s on the verge of tears right now; no one’s ever said anything like that to her and she thought she’d only dream of being told that. “I guess that makes sense, you’re 167, so of course your heart doesn’t work as well as it used to,” she jokes, trying to prevent herself from crying.

He laughs, feeling tears well up in his own eyes, “I love you,” he says, wiping away a tear that spilled over her lower lid. “I love you, too,” she whispers.

By Friday, Jack and Y/N have finished painting the living room, kitchen, the wall by the stairs and her new office. They’re painting the bedroom now, Jack’s old bed and mattress having been cleared away before the sun went up. They moved Jack’s dresser away from the wall and covered it with a tarp. The new mattress, bed frame and Y/N’s own matching dresser are waiting downstairs to be assembled and put together, along with an orange, yellow and red colored bed set Y/N has picked out to be season appropriate for fall. They’re standing together in paint clothes, dipping the rollers into the dark navy color Jack has picked out. They’re only painting two walls, starting with the wall the bed will be against. As they finish, Y/N takes a break for lunch and Jack decides to do what he can.

When the room is done and the paint has dried, Jack sets up the bed within a few minutes and they make it together, fluffing the pillows and smoothing the new sheets down.

“We’re done,” Jack smiles. “Yeah,” she says, nodding. Jack’s suddenly next to her, pulling her into a kiss. He falls back onto the bed, bringing her with him before rolling her onto her back and settling himself between her legs. Their kisses get heavier and Jack’s hands start wandering, sliding under her shirt. He suddenly stops when his ears pick up an extra heartbeat and he looks up to find Socks sitting on the bed, staring at them. “What is it?” she asks, following his line of gaze, “oh.” Jack gets up, Y/N props herself onto her elbows and Socks is still staring. “C’mon, mate, off you go,” he says, waving Socks away. He’s still staring. Jack huffs in annoyance, grabbing the feline who begins purring happily.

…Until Jack sets him down in the hallway and shuts the door on him.

“What is it?” she asks. “Nothing,” Jack says, brushing it off. He lays down, bringing Y/N over to straddle his waist and kisses her. He reaches under her shirt again, bringing his hands up to slide it over her head. She does the same to him, taking his shirt off and discarding it somewhere on the floor. Jack reaches for the clasp of her bra…when suddenly there’s meow. “What’s that?” she says, distracted. Jack leans up and kisses her neck, “Just ignore it, it’s fine.” Y/N grinds herself down on Jack’s groin, eliciting a groan from him…until they hear scratches on the door and yowling.

“Jack—“ “Y/N, please, he’s just being greedy, it’s fine.”

There’s a loud thump against the door, as if Socks kicked against it.

“Doesn’t sound like it, have you fed him yet?” “I did, now please—“ “But he’s crying…” she says, looking around. She finds where she threw his shirt on the floor, slipping it on and walking over to the door. When she opens it, she coos down at the feline. “Aww, baby what’s wrong?”

Socks just weaves in between her legs, meowing the entire time, then heads down the stairs. She follows, watching as he sits next to his food bowl and meows at her. She takes the bowl and fills it with the canned food in the fridge before mixing it with dry food. She puts it down where it was and pets Socks as he eats. When he’s done, Socks nudges against her, purring happily with his tail high in the air. She picks him up and carries him to the living room, sitting on the floor with him as she grabs one of his toys to play with him.

“Unbelievable,” she hears from the entrance of the living room, “Y/N we were just about to…and you just…you just leave me for my cat?” “He was hungry,” she shrugs casually. “But we were gonna…ugh!” he groans, walking over. Socks is laying happily on his back holding the toy to his belly contently as Jack glares at him, “Proper cockblocker, you are.”

Socks blinks at him as if to rebuttal.

“She’s leaving me tomorrow—“ “It’s not even gonna be a day, Jack.” “—And you can’t even let me give her a proper goodbye.” “Jack, please,” she giggles, “We’ll have time when he goes to bed. It’s still early.” “I’ll hold you to your word,” he says, throwing another dirty glare at his cat, “I’m gonna make dinner.” “I want chicken!” Y/N calls. “Are you gonna eat with me, or Socks?”

Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N settles into Jack’s chest, cuddling into him, comfortable and content on the new mattress.

“I’m not even sleeping and this is so much more comfortable than my old mattress,” Jack comments, holding Y/N tighter. “Feels like home now,” she giggles. “It does,” he says, “it was just a house before. Now it’s our home.”

Y/N leans up to kiss him, but misses and kisses his chin instead. They giggle, the bedroom only illuminated by the lamp on Jack’s bedside table. The light shines on her face, casting a yellow glow on her. It’s accurate to how he sees her: his personal sun. To her, it gives him a halo of sorts. It’s accurate to how she sees him: not a creature of hell or a monster, but an ethereal being that brings a lot of happiness and calm to her life. He needed someone to keep him warm, she needed someone to help her sleep. For each other, they were exactly what they needed and more.

Soooo this is the last installment for now! I have HUGE plans for this series and my Days with Jack, but for the next few weeks, I’ve gotta take a break from regularly writing/updating. It’s starting to be crunch time at school so I’ve gotta dedicate a lot of time to that. But I will update if/when I can and open my ask box for blurb nights every so often!

As always, feel free to let me know what you guys think. I love you guys so much!

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