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rafferty3207 · 1 year ago

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omg I'm the anon who requested the jamie x reader neighbours fic and boy you delivered! fucking love it! can't wait for part 2

This is so lovely anon, I'm so glad you liked it!!! For you, I will deliver a part two with the caveat that I'm so sorry I got carried away and now it will be in three parts (sorry again), but the last part will be the finale!!! Anyway I present to you:

Too Good to Be True (part two)

read part one here

warnings: allusions to abuse, mention of anxiety/panic attack, daddy issues, two hopeless idiots flirting, a bit of angst at the end but worth it (sorry again)

A/N: I have nothing to add except this gif is not mine and has turned me feral

It’s been several days since you left your phone number and you are nervous.

You don’t get why you care so much.

It’s just Jamie, your annoying neighbour. Your annoying, but also extremely handsome neighbour. Your annoying, handsome neighbour who massaged your feet, and your legs, and almost your thighs and god you couldn’t think straight. You’d been able to get nothing done as you had spent the last few days just constantly replaying that evening in your head. And to make things worse, it turns out Annoying Handsome Jamie was in fact a very famous Premier League footballer. Who has also been caught having sex on TV. (Yes, you had binged the entirety of his Lust Conquers All series since that night, but that was neither her nor there.)

After almost a week you had given up. The exhibition was just under two weeks away and you hadn’t seen him in the garden or outside the house at all. He had probably come to the conclusion that you were both too weird and too normal for him and the only conclusion was move on with your life and forget his stupid sexy face ever existed, when you got a text.

u free tonight

Jxoxo

Of course, you wanted to play it cool. After all, you had spent the entirety of the week waiting for this message.

29 minutes and 59 seconds later.

I might be.

The phone immediately pings.

do u not know??

xoxo

Depends, what are you thinking?

thought u wanted a model

Xoxo

Of course, he was thinking about the painting. As you also definitely were. You were a professional artist. Almost.

What time?

ill come after the match

You spend your evening preparing and also perhaps figuring out an outfit that says 'casual bohemian artist that definitely doesn't care' while redoing your makeup twice. However, as the hours stretch on and on and on you are at the point of giving up and going to bed, when the doorbell finally rings.

You race down, before waiting a minute, quickly checking yourself in the mirror and pulling out your phone to pretend you had already been looking at something when you open the door.

But before you can pull the casual act, he walks right past you.

“Hello to you too, Jamie.”

He strides into your living room where the canvas is set up and immediately starts taking his clothes off.

“Woah, what do you think you’re doing there?”

“Er, I thought you were painting nudes?”

“Er no-” At this point his shirt has already come off and he’s starting to unbutton his trousers. Of course he is very toned, with tanned arms and neck where his football shirt has been. You feel the breath knocked out of your body, glimpsing the very top of his boxers as you struggle for words.. He looks at you confused. Eventually you stutter an answer. "K-Keep the trousers on, okay?”

“What should I do then?”

“What do you mean?”

“How do I pose, like?” You shrug.

“However you want to, Jamie.”

“I dunno what I want.” You sigh.

“You just need to stand there and look pretty.”

“Well I do that all the time, so.”

“Great. So just…keep doing that.”

Jamie smiles to himself.

“What is it?”

“So you do think I’m pretty?” He smirks at you. You fold your arms.

“What are you, a sixteen year old girl Jamie?” You start sketching. “Besides, you know what you look like.” You go back to drawing in silence. You swear you see his cheeks dust pink for a second before he ouffs his chest back out and smiles.

“Aren’t you going to ask if I think you’re pretty?”

You freeze.

“No, because if you haven’t noticed, I’m not sixteen. I am an adult woman and I don’t need random men for unsolicited affirmation, no matter how pretty they are.”

Jamie opens his mouth, before closing it again. Maybe that was a bit harsh, but what else could you say? Tell me how pretty you think I am Jamie. Or better yet, show me. I’m dying to know. You could practically feel the feminism leaving your body.

You dismiss these thoughts and get back to sketching. You can see Jamie is looking down and acting fidgety, swinging his arms.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” You walk over and plant your arms on his shoulders. He is surprisingly warm and firm to the touch, and you try not to blush. “Is it okay if I move you?”

He nods, surprisingly quiet. You turn him ever so slightly, before gently pushing him down onto your stool. As you move one of his (very muscly) arms, you swear you feel a slight tremor. Was he shaking? You step a little closer, a hand on his back.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Jamie.”

His face hardens.

“But I said I will, so I will.”

“But you don’t have to. Only do this if you want to.” You smile at him, and his face softens again.

“I do want to, trust me. It’s just been a long day.”

“Okay, but if you need to stop or take a break, just say the word.”

You step back to your canvas. You try to focus solely on the drawing, but every time he looks at you, you find your whole body heating up. Despite this, you steal glances anyway. He stares at you constantly, in a way that makes you feel stupid and giggly. Observing all the soft and hard lines of his body, you eventually start to notice small scars all over his body until you reach his hands. You don’t know why it took you so long to notice, but his knuckles are slightly bruised.

“Jamie?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me about your day.”

“Why? It was dead boring.”

“I don’t know. I find it helps me find the right mood.” You prepare your brushes. “You know, it tells me what colours to use.”

“Oh. I mean, nothing much happened.” He looks down at his feet. “I got up, went to play football, came here.”

“But why did you text me? Why today?”

“I dunno.” You sit in silence for a moment, as you mix the colours. “I mean, my dad came to the match.”

“Right.”

“Pulled his usual shit.”

“Usual shit?”

“Just being a complete dickhead.” You start painting.

“In what way?”

“Saying stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Just the usual stuff.”

“You keep saying “usual” Jamie. I don’t think whatever he said is usual for most people.”

“What about your dad? He said that thing about you being a teacher right? Because you couldn’t paint or summat?” You put your brush down.

“Yeah he did say that. He says a lot of shit, none of which I would consider usual. Or at least it shouldn’t be.” You step off your chair and towards Jamie, reaching gently for his hand. “We don’t just have to take this shit, you know.”

“I don’t fucking take it!” He pulls away. You flinch back. He looks alarmed as he realises. “I should go.” He starts to walk out.

“Jamie, I didn’t mean to upset you -” You walk after him as he paces towards the door. He halts at the entrance.

“I’m not upset, I just - I came here because I didn’t want to think about my dad. When I’m with you, I never think about him. Or anything else, really.” He pauses. “I’m sorry.” Before you can reply, he runs off.

The next few days pass by. You send a few texts to Jamie, but no reply. The exhibition is only a couple of days away now, so you try to keep yourself busy. But his words won’t stop swirling in your head to the point you struggle to sleep. So you do what you always do: paint.

It’s not until one of these nights when you're up late at the canvas that you glance out of the window. Your heart stops. Someone is lying in Jamie's garden, very still. You dare to look closer. Is that..Jamie? He looks glassy eyed. He can't have...Without thinking, you run down.

"Jamie! Jamie!" Your heart is thumping in your ears so loudly you can't hear anything else. "Jamie are you okay?" You ask as you scramble to climb the fence. However just as you are almost over, you catch your foot, spectacularly falling over it into the bushes. You hear that trademark laugh.

"Why are you laughing? I thought you were dead, dipshit!" You say, crawling out of the shrubbery.

He remains lying down but he’s smiling at you now.

"Why would you think I was dead?"

"Why are you lying in your garden on your back completely still at 2am? Let's not pretend this is normal." You crawl down next to him.

“You’re going to think I’m stupid.”

“No I won’t.”

He looks away from you.

“I mean everyone else does, why wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t think they do.”

“There’s my dad. Plus, I’ve read Twitter.”

“You know how I feel about your dad and Twitter is full of very stupid people. But never mind them. I can promise you I don’t. And let’s be honest, I’m the only opinion that matters.” He scoffs as you offer him a pinky. But, he puts his pinky in yours before looking back up at the night sky.

"I can't get up."

"What? Are you injured?"

“No…I dunno, I told you it was stupid."

“It's clearly not that stupid. Are you okay Jamie?”

"I dunno. I was thinking about the other night with you and my dad and then I came outside because I needed some fresh air and then I lay down and started thinking about everything and now it feels like I'm stuck here. It's stupid -"

“Stop saying that.” You lie down and grab his hand. “Sometimes when you've gone through some shit, it comes out of your body in weird ways. But you're okay. We can stay here for as long as you like, but when we get up, you will be able to.”

He nods, and the two of you lie there holding hands in silence. You take some deep breaths and he follows. Eventually a small voice pipes up.

“I think I can go in now.”

You sit up and slowly pull him.

"See?"

He smiles at you gingerly before he looks down.

“You’re bleeding.”

“Huh?”

You look down. Both your knees are cut, along with one of your palms and your wrist.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

He gently holds your wrist up to the light. He looks sad.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I need to work on my graceful dismount. Either that or just walk around to the back door.”

“I mean, I dunno, I think you could give Simone Biles a run for her money.” You swat him.

“Oi, you cheeky shit! Next time I’ll just leave you for dead.”

“I think the blood loss is going to your head, we should treat that ASAP.” He leads you into his house. “I think I’ve got a first aid kit upstairs.”

He starts walking up and you follow him. He seems surprised. You realise your error.

“Oh, I can wait downstairs if you like.”

“Er, no, it’s fine.” He steps into a bedroom and starts rummaging around in what is clearly an ensuite bathroom. You sit on the edge of his bed and look around. There’s pictures of him and his mum, as well as some pictures with the team and one with a slightly older moustachioed man.

“Is that your dad?”

He pokes his head out and laughs.

“No, that’s our coach Ted.” You look up at him. “He’s a nice guy though. Annoyingly nice. Almost too nice, if you know what I mean.”

“Right.” It was clear Jamie was soft on this man, but you wouldn’t push it today. He sits down and starts gently wiping the cuts. It is the same tenderness he held your foot, and it is the same tenderness that is slowly melting your heart. If you didn’t know any better, you would think you were starting to fall for Jamie Tartt.

You yawn as he applies the final plaster. “Right, you need to go to sleep.” He says, through his own yawn.

"I could say the same for you"

You sit up to leave, but hesitate. YOu feel Jamie’s about to say something.

“Hey, I don’t suppose.. You’d maybe fancy…”

You turn around.

“Staying around?”

Jamie looks at you pleadingly.

“No funny business I promise.” He looks up and offers you a pinky.

“What if I want funny business?”

“Eh?”

“I’m just messing with you Jamie. Besides, I’ve already stolen your knickers anyway.”

“Someone told me that’s a weird thing to say to people.”

“Well, that person sounds very wise.” You look around. “Can I use your bathroom?”

He gestures towards it and you go in. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you think: what the fuck is going on here? You splash some water on your face and tell yourself to get a grip.

“There’s a spare toothbrush in the blue pot if you need it.” Jamie calls through the door.

“Ew gross Jamie, I don’t want to use one of your many girlfriend’s toothbrushes!”

“I’ll have you know that’s brand new as I don’t have any girlfriends at the moment. Although there are sanitary towels if you need them love.”

“Piss off you patronising git!”

“‘Ey, I was trying to be nice and a good feminist and that.”

You brush your teeth before coming out and leaning against the doorframe.

“No girlfriends? What happened to the Island’s top scorer?”

He groans before flopping back onto the bed.

“I thought you didn’t know who I was.”

“I’ve been doing my research.” You get into the bed next to him. He flashes you a dirty grin.

“Bet you have, you little perv.”

“Me? The perv? What you did in that jacuzzi was a crime to my eyes, and probably in several countries.”

“Woah, you have been doing your research - that was like episode 42? 43?”

“What can I say, you make good television?”

Jamie pulls the duvet back before hovering for a moment.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” He gestures to the bed.

“I know. But I’ve been in your position before, and I really needed a friend back then. And I think you would do the same.”

“Any time.”

You squeeze his hand.

“Now go to sleep, you menace.”

“Aye aye captain.”

____

You wake up and find yourself once again not in your own bedroom. In fact, not only are you not in your own bedroom, but you appear to be cuddling Jamie Tartt. You panic silently. Your leg is swung over his, while his arm is draped over you. You try to move, but still asleep, he squeezes you a little tighter. And then something really surprising happens.

He kisses you. Just a little kiss on the forehead, but your chest is fluttering. You hate to admit it but, it feels just so natural. You’re so content and relaxed in his arms then…

Fuck. You fell back asleep. You’re in the exact same problem as before.

This time however, you are both awoken by Jamie’s phone going off. He reaches to switch it off, eyes still closed, but then it rings again. And again. The third time his eyes shoot open.

“Shit!”

“What is it?” You ask from behind bleary eyes.

“The match!”

You slowly sit up and watch him run around and get dressed, silently handing him things on occasion. He runs downstairs and you plod along after him, still half asleep. He runs out of the door, before abruptly stopping and turning around.

“Aren’t you going to wish me good luck or something?”

You wrinkle your nose at him in confusion.

“I don’t need to. You’re going to smash it anyway.”

“How do you know that?”

You shrug and smile.

“I just know.”

At this point, he strides right up to you, before cupping your face in both his hands.

“Jamie what are -” Before you can finish, he kisses you, hard. Your eyes flutter closed and you melt into the kiss, before he pulls away, but only just. His arm reaches around the small of your back and his forehead touching yours, he whispers.

“Wait for me.”

He runs off to his car, and you stroke your bottom lip, where you trace the swell of where he used to be.

Your heart is still pounding and you are unsure what to do with yourself, so you try to make yourself at home. You take a very long, hot shower before getting changed. Of course, you didn’t have any clothes here, so you find some pyjama shorts along with one of Jamie’s old jerseys.

You sit down to watch the match. You had never really gotten into football, but now you were glued to the screen. You couldn’t believe that the little Jamie on screen was the same one who shared a bed with you last night. And the same Jamie that kissed you…

The game is electric, and Jamie in particular is the standout player. Even the commentators remark on his zest this match as he keeps skilfully weaving through the players to lead Richmond into not one, not two but three goals.

Once the match is done, you watch, still glued to your seat when Jamie is invited to an interview.

“Jamie the way you played today was extraordinary, against Man City too. If you don’t mind us asking, what happened?”

“Ah well, I was really inspired by Simone Biles. She’s honestly changed my life.” At that moment, he turns straight to the camera, grins and winks, and you feel like he’s somehow winking right at you. Your heart skips a beat. You were really in trouble.

You look at your phone and Jamie Tartt is trending. Simone Biles herself has already tweeted reminding everyone she is a married woman and has never met Jamie. There are plenty of other women, including some famous other gymnasts and celebrities offering their Biles-like services to Jamie in some rather explicit tweets. You wonder if Jamie reads these ones too.

You walk to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea and as you wait for the kettle to boil, you look at Jamie’s calendar. There’s all sorts of notes, primarily training and matchs but you notice your exhibit is there too, with a little heart drawn around it. Jamie never stopped surprising you. But then a cold shock goes down your spine. You remembered today’s date. You are meant to be going to the gallery this evening to plan the exhibition. Shit. You check the time. You’ve still got three hours left, but you need to get back into your flat ASAP. You scramble around before realising that you had left your phone in the flat last night in the chaos to get out. But you also remembered Jamie and what he had said.

Wait for me.

You write a little note and stick it on the fridge.

____

Jamie comes back way later than he planned. Of course, after the match, there were drinks and celebrations but he couldn’t concentrate on them, just trying to leave to get back to you. He finally manages to break away, but when he gets home, he finds the living room empty. He searches around the rest of the house, and you are nowhere to be found. He checks his phone. No messages. He gets a message through from Keeley about how he’s trending online.

Of course he sees all the Simone Biles stuff and smiles to himself. He made a note to send Simone Biles a message in future, if this all worked out. Then he sees all the stuff other women are saying online. A lot of it is quite graphic and he wondered what you’d think. He imagined the two of you laughing together at them. Then he sees. The tabloids are already speculating. Not only do they actually think he’s having an affair with Simone Biles, but they have already posted some paparazzi shot of him with Keeley, along with long extensive timelines of his tumultuous dating history. His stomach drops. Anyone would run away if they saw this much baggage.

He tries to ring you. Once, twice, three times, No pick up. He’s desperate and pacing, until he realises he can just walk over to your front door. He rings the bell several times, before loudly knocking. Still nothing.

He can’t believe how much he’s fucked it. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed you, but he couldn't help it. No one had made him feel like this, like he was going crazy but also that he was calmer than he had ever been, like riding a lifeboat in the centre of the storm. As he walks back into his flat and into his kitchen, he doesn’t see the small corner of a note that has fallen under the fridge. He checks his phone again.

Still nothing. What could he do?

____

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rosesrflo · 2 years ago

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Hi! Sorry for bothering you, I'm new to your account and I don't know if your requests are open. But if they are, can I request Sebastian, William, Sherlock and Louis seeing y/n in lingerie and how would they react? Thank you so much! Have a nice day and take care!!

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Feats; Sebastian, William, Sherlock, Louis (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut, painfully long, fem!reader/AFAB

Desc; IN WHICH you showcase some interesting outfits for your partner, if only you knew what you do to them. Don’t worry, they’ll let you know with some intimate explanations.

A/N; Of course, lovely! I enjoyed writing this but a few scenarios are rlly long, and I apologise if some characters are a bit ooc (sorry if it’s too/too less smutty), have a good day/night and enjoy! <3

SEBASTIAN;

This man is thirsty asf

What can he say? Force of habit.

If this is what he’s like on a normal basis, you can imagine what he’s like when things get hot, he cannot believe that you think you can wear an alluring lingerie without him at least touching you.

But he must say, black looks good on you.

So much that Sebastian pounces the moment he lays eyes on your figure, his hands hooked underneath your exposed thighs, lifting you against the nearest wall with a smirk etched upon his face as he presses surprisingly soft kisses against your neck.

You’ve dug a hole for yourself, you’re definitely not getting out of this one and the next few hours will be rough.

A muffled squeal fell from your captured lips, Moran’s hands travelled over your body, the fat of your thighs spilled from his tight grip that held you upright, “Well aren’t you a pretty thing?” His eyes hungrily scanned your expression.

“And all for me..” The skimpy fabric hugged your physique in a way that he didn’t dare look away, you looked down at him through lidded lashes, if you knew this was how he’d react, you would have worn lingerie earlier.

Sebastian lowered you onto the floor although his hands didn’t leave you once and continued his onslaught of hickeys to your bared neck. A heated blush crawled onto your cheeks at the sensation, “Not here-! Someone might see us.”

Your request was blatantly tossed aside as he only pressed on, hands trailing from your thighs to more sensitive parts, “Big talk for someone walking around in that.” He pulled away proudly to observe the darkening marks on your neck; ever shameless, Moran doesn’t give a damn whether anyone catches sight.

Not when you’re all dolled up just for him, in fact, he dares them to look at you.

WILLIAM;

How can he resist you?

Revealing, red silk cupped your features perfectly, it was clear as day that you had no idea what filthy thoughts were racing through William’s head at the moment.

Even though his face doesn’t break its charming facade, his heart beats a little faster than usual, and is that a tint of red on his ears?

Your little showcase was slowly yet effectively testing his patience.

Liam isn’t usually a sexually frustrated person, well that was until you dragged him into your shared bed chambers to rate a few rather seductive outfits.

His crimson irises rake up and down you, admiring how irresistible you appeared, every model pose sent his mind into a blurred frenzy - the feeling of your hands balancing on his shoulders as you leaned in to ask him for his thoughts.

Your body barely grazed his and if you lent in just a little further you’d be touching him, just a little closer and he would..-

The ornamented cup of tea clinked throughout the quiet room as Liam lifted it from its porcelain plate to his parted lips. But of course this all served as a minor distraction, the main focus was you, his gaze was half hazed as the straps slid over your bare body.

He wished to rip it off of you in the very moment.

After an anticipated pause, you shyly stepped forwards, hands cusped behind your back, “What about this one..? I like the coverage but it isn’t red..” Mindless mutters cut him off before he could reply.

“You look ravishing, either way.” You blinked at his double meaning compliment, a sweet smile formed on your lips in thanks. William on the other hand was undressing you imaginatively, you were so pure.

Turning away from him, you loosened the straps holding your outfit together, hues of blush heated your cheeks as you tried to undo the bra straps but ultimately failed, “Ah-Liam could you help me with..-“ Gesturing to your situation.

Liam’s beverage had long since gone cold, placing it onto the plate, he watched you nervously saunter towards him. Your hands clasped onto his shoulders for balance whilst he skillfully unclasped your bra straps, he had done this too many times to count. He swallowed audibly.

The lingerie was only just covering you, unconsciously, he held the small of your back and lightly urged you onto his lap; you gasped as he slid the clothing off of your shoulders, his eyes wandered to your exposed assets.

“May I kiss you, darling?” William’s tone was laced with lust as you steadied yourself.

What came after was certainly more than just a kiss.

SHERLOCK;

It was a stuffy night.

and It wasn’t exactly your intention to dress up for Sherlock, it was just so unbearably warm that you simply couldn’t wear anything else.

Unbeknownst to you, the minute he sees you in such revealing clothing, you’ll be even more hot and stuffed; except this time with his cock.

It was late into the night when Sherly received a bit of a gift as he finally retired to his room. You were a sight to behold say the least - all curled up in his bedroom, dark blue fabric danced hazardously across your body.

Unlike the others, Sherlock doesn’t immediately jump to sexual conclusions, no, he admired you. How lucky was he for catching a divine being like you?

He watched your sleeping figure for a few minutes, his eyes glinted with nothing short of admiration, you were absolutely heavenly, especially in that.

Admirations soon faded into lust.

A huff escaped Sherlock as he quickened his pace towards 221B, the sky was midnight blue and the finished cigarette in his hand didn’t ease any thoughts about you. His breathe hitched upon pacing inside the silent flat, everyone was asleep.

Wasting no more time idly standing around, Sherlock started his way to your shared room; the room air was humid, the largest window was far open and you were snoozing as peaceful as ever.

However, his eyes seemed to linger on your sleeping form, but it wasn’t a surprise - your body seemed almost nude if not for the lingerie, bed covers were strewn everywhere except you and the pale moonlight shon down onto your (s/c) skin.

You tossed in your sleep, sensing another person in the room. Sherly knelt by the bed before gently cupping your face, “Now what do we have here, (n/n)?” The familiar scent of cigars and faint cologne, accompanied with his cockney accent woke you from your slumber.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you blinked at Sherlock’s smirking face, “You’re back, Sherly.” He drew a figurative line with his index finger from your neck, between your breasts, “I’m back.”

“What are you wearing at this hour?” You averted your eyes at the query, “Not that I mind.” He lent in to press a kiss to your neck, despite his vague actions - it was quite obvious to you what would occur next.

“Please be gentle, Sherly, ‘m tired.”

LOUIS (SMUT WARNING);

Contrasting this man’s modest appearance, he’s probably the most sexually active excluding Moran.

Not on his own account but because he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Have you seen yourself? He tries not to think about your body but it affirmatively fails every time you show him one of your revealing outfits.

It makes his mind go brrr, the way it cups your breasts, your thigh high socks don’t help your alibi either, by the time he’s finished with you - you’ll be a mewling mess, bite marks littering your inner thighs.

Yes he’s a biter.

But don’t worry, Louis is an absolute gentleman and awfully good at it, he’ll have you screaming in no time flat.

All that can be said is, good luck.

“I advise you to be quiet, my lady.”

A silent gasp escaped your plush lips as your head fell into the fluffy pillows, Louis’ hands pinned your legs in the air to ensure you didn’t move whilst he worked on your pretty cunt.

Lace, blue garments were pushed aside your left lip, he wanted to devour you in such an outfit that captured your complete charm. Mewls vibrated in your throat, his tongue flickered kitten laps against sensitive nerve bundles.

Despite the situation at hand, a polite smile eased his features once his teeth catch your little bud and you looked just about to pass out, all fucked out. Using one hand to spread your sopping pussy, he pressed two digits into your entrance and he almost came on the spot from how tight you were clenching.

Pushing them in a few more times, you cried out his name as your back near arches off of the bed, “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” Louis leaned in to taste more of your essence, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his lips suckle your swollen clit.

Your legs kick upwards the closer you came to the edge of release, and it wasn’t until then does he realise how hard you were cumming, “Looking so lovely…dressed up in such obscene attire..”

He pulls away breathlessly after you slowly came down from the mind blowing high, your eyes squeezed shut and body trembling. Louis gazed down at the art piece he dubbed you, lightly pecking your forehead, how sinfully gorgeous..

“As you were, my lady.”

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kkaewrites · 2 years ago

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fall in love with me [1] — itoshi sae x reader !

warnings. heavy manga spoilers & ooc itoshi sae.

content. fake dating, (slight) enemies to lovers.

you consider yourself mediocre.

to be the best is to devote oneself to their craft, but you’re not that kind of person. since you don’t feel passion over a particular thing, the best you could do is be good at everything. you’re good at english. you’re good at arts. you’re good at literature. you’re good at science. you’re good at math. there wasn’t anything in the world that you, l/n y/n, couldn’t do.

however, if one talks about talent, you’ve got nothing. there will always be people who will be better than you. people who are gifted. people like itoshi sae, who devoted himself to soccer.

you don’t envy him. no, not one bit. you consider it foolish that his strength serves as a weakness. he was only good at soccer— no, he’s japan’s best. and while you do think that it’s stupid to be focused on only one thing, you also admire that side of him. he’s passionate over the sport, so he devotes his whole self to it, leaving no space for anything else on his life.

you wanted to meet him. not because you had a crush on him like just any other japanese woman, but because you wanted to see what passion looks like. you wanted to see what face he would make while he plays. maybe by then you’d realize what you’d like to do for the rest of your life.

“are you sure you’re not coming?“ your mom asked. from your peripheral version, you could see her spraying on some perfume on her wrist. you’re supposed to go visit some relatives in spain, together with your parents, but you declined the offer.

today’s the fight between u-20 japan and blue lock, after all. you don’t have to watch to know that itoshi sae would win, but you wanted to see how he would win. you wanted to see what face would the best player of japan make once he wins.

“no. hug grandma for me, though.”

“do you really need to watch the game?” your dad poses the question this time. “if you want to meet itoshi sae, i could—”

“no. i want to see him play.”

“alright, then.”

you’re lucky. if you wanted to meet itoshi sae, your parents would have made that possible with a click of their fingers. that’s how powerful they are. as the daughter of a billionaire CEO, you also have this kind of power. you can have anything you desire in the world. anything except passion, you guess.

“we’ll see you in a week, love.” your mom kisses your cheeks and you wave her goodbye. just like that, they headed to spain easily as if travelling to a nearby city. you then sighed.

i have the resources but i have nothing to do with it. i really am just mediocre. lukewarm. gray.

“looks like the ball went to... itoshi sae!”

the crowd went wild. you, on the other hand, has no intense reaction over what just happened. you’ve expected this already. at this point, whenever itoshi sae has the ball, it’s just normal. it’s blah. not because he’s not good— you’ve got to acknowledge the man’s talent at the very least — but because he doesn’t look like he’s having fun at all.

he looks dead. there was no love while he plays. so, as you come into this conclusion, there was one feeling that settles in your gut: disappointment.

the match was underwhelming, even though everyone around you thought differently. however, you came to this match expecting that itoshi sae would teach you what passion looks like, and yet he does the opposite. he plays as if he’s completely fallen out of love with the sport. he teaches you what passion isn’t.

what a boring prodigy.

when he scored a goal, everyone erupted into shouts of elation. they think he’s amazing. heck, even the blue lock men probably think that, too. but to you? it was mediocre. it was lukewarm. it was gray.

the only thing you’ve learned today is that itoshi sae is the same as you.

at first you thought that maybe he’s considered the best because of his talent and devotion. that he’s the best because of his passion for soccer, but it seems that he’s only like that because he doesn’t want to lose. at this point, he’s just playing and winning because it’s expected of him. so, when you take away the shiny names and medals of awards, you’ve come to realize that itoshi sae is hollow.

if he doesn’t love the sport he’s best at, is there any hope for him to love anything else?

probably not.

the first half ends and your frown deepens. the commentator’s words flew past your ears because you weren’t in the mood to listen. you can’t believe that you cancelled all your plans just to watch him play, only to be let down like this.

“hey, that number 11 is my son!” a man says from behind you, his voice interrupting your line of thoughts. having nothing better to do, you scanned the field for that so-called number 11, only to find him on the blue lock team. the ones against itoshi sae, who surprisingly took the lead this first half.

isagi yoichi, huh?

“what’re you doing meguru! you’ve got to score more goals! are you a striker or not?!” another person from behind you yells. when you checked where this meguru was, it turned out that he’s at the blue lock team as well. he’s the one with the cute haircut and an easy going smile.

bachira meguru.

the parents of these two indulged in a short conversation with each other, but you didn’t listen any further. when the second half starts, your eyes were no longer trained on the person you originally came here for. instead, it’s on the blue lock team. the ones who play as if their lives depended on it; the ones who look like they’re having fun.

this is blue lock’s win, itoshi sae.

an hour has passed since the game concluded, with the blue lock team winning. there was no surprise there; the game only felt alive because of them, after all. together with that shidou ryusei that the u-20 japan team decided to sub in last minute. nevertheless, after the game, you stayed. for no better reason than to talk to itoshi sae.

“y/n–chan! so sorry we made you wait.” itoshi’s manager greets, offering you a nervous smile. he was holding a bunch of paper and seemed to be in a rush. maybe as to not make you wait any longer, you suppose.

a few steps from behind him was none other than itoshi sae. he seems to have changed his clothes already, with his usual deadpan look plastered on his flawless face. if he didn’t have a soccer career, he might’ve been a model. or maybe not. his attitude wasn’t very warm.

“that’s okay. i didn’t wait long.”

“oh, sae–chan, this is y/n–chan. daughter of the well known billionaire l/n kenji.”

itoshi sae stares at you wordlessly. you, of course, stared back. no one dared to greet first and this staring contest served as a reminder of how prideful the both of you are.

“s—so! let’s go ahead and have dinner.”

“wait,” you stopped the manager from dragging the both of you away. there was no need for fake pleasantries. you weren’t here to be friends with someone like itoshi sae. in fact, it’s quite the opposite. “i want to speak with itoshi sae.”

“sorry. i don’t do autographs.”

“i’m not asking you for one.”

“then,” he crosses his arms. “what do you want from me?”

“manager–san, will you please give us a moment?” itoshi’s manager looked back and forth between you and itoshi. he’s aware that you asked him kindly, but his eyes still awaited his boss’ orders. hell would break loose if he left the both of you together, but one look from itoshi sae and he knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

once you’re left alone, itoshi questions, “so?”

“why do you play soccer when you’ve clearly fallen out of love with it?” a direct question. there’s no need to sugarcoat because doing so will change the essence of it. that’s the sole reason.

he doesn’t answer. the blank look on his face gave nothing away, but that’s just how he is.

“you’re a prodigy and japan’s best soccer player, so why do you look so hollow and dead when you play?” where is your passion? or is there any, to begin with? were other questions you wanted to ask, but he hasn’t even answered the first one yet so there was no assurance that he’d even answer the other ones.

“listen,” he states after a few moments of silence. “why do you care?”

because we’re the same. we’re both hollow.

itoshi sae could have taught you how to have passion, and even if he couldn’t, then the blue lock team could have been your inspiration. so you have no idea why you’re chasing over this unfathomable man that seems to be your own reflection. you have no idea why you’d find peace in this chaos. you have no idea what prompted you to ask him these ridiculous questions.

you have no idea why you’d think that you’d feel whole with itoshi sae’s hollowness.

and before you could stop yourself, you spoke. “itoshi sae... fall in love with me.”

notes. this might not make sense. it doesn’t make sense to me but the monster inside me is telling me to write this, nonetheless. idk how to use tumblr & i’m only publishing this bc i want to create a masterlist thing, but if someone stumbles upon this work of mine, then i’ll tell you not to fret because this’ll be at least 3 parts. i’ll elaborate in the next chap ig !

ִ ࣪𖤐 masterlist ! • ִ ࣪𖤐 next !

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snzunii · 3 years ago

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HOW RAN, RINDOU & SANZU WOULD ACT WITH A VERY SHORT-TEMPERED S/O.

+ tags. fluff and a little bit of crack (soft haitani brothers + sanzu skxhslxh im going crazy 😩)

+ characters. ran haitani, rindou haitani, haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader (separately)

+ note. this is requested by my bb @porcolie <3 weeewooo btw, this is my first time making headcanons and idk if its any good GSSJSGAH anw, i hope u guys enjoy <333 feedbacks are always appreciated 😙

ran haitani

it is not unknown to ran that you have the teeny tiny temper in this whole universe, thinner than a hair strand, as he would put it.

as usual, ran who always comes home late from executive meetings always remembers that he shouldn't ever wake you up

because aside from loud noises, the other thing that you hate the most is when somebody wakes you up when you are in a deep slumber

carefully, he opens the door and sees your perfectly peaceful face so deep in her sleep

not until he bumps into a swivel chair, wheels rolling and bumps right into the dresser; creating a loud noise, he’s not this clumsy but having a long day from work— the only thing on his mind as of now was to lay down beside you, only that

that he didn’t mind his surroundings, which he probably should have

"fuck."

he whispers, he doesn't even know why he bothers because you're awake now

ran knows that you are looking at him with your dark piercing eyes, ready to throw the freaking pillow at him

and his conclusion was right when you opened the lamp beside you

and next was, he fathomed it right, a flying pillow straight to his face

"ouch! shit, baby. i'm sorry i didn't mean to wake you up-"

"shut up, haitani. or do you want another pillow straight to your face?"

you covered yourself with your blanket, feeling very irritated because your late as always lover just woke you up, ran instantly knew what to do. being with you for years, he already knows how to soothe and soften your very easily irritated self.

he lets out a sigh and climbs into the bed with you, pulling the blanket down as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him

“i’m sorry, hm?” he plants a kiss on your nape, “c’mon now, sweet cheeks. don’t be mad.”

his hand finds its way inside your shirt, stopping on the upper part of your abdomen just above the navel, making circles on the surface of your skin with the tip of his finger

“don’t be mad, okay?” he repeats;

it was a habit that he automatically does when he hugs you from behind, and he knows that simple gesture would make it hard for you to resist him

that gesture plus his gentle voice? you’re easily tamed

slowly, you turned around, trying so hard to contain a smile that you know would escape from your lips once you turn to see ran’s face.

“hate you.”

“oh yeah, okay.” he answered you with a sarcastic tone, showing an ‘if you say so’ expression in his face.

a smug grin was visible on his lips once you huffed a small air, snuggled close to him and buried your face on his neck, the irritated feeling was long gone now that he’s got his arms wrapped around your body while he ruffles your hair that would instantly lull you back to sleep.

rindou haitani

“rin- “

you stopped halfway when you saw your boyfriend on the floor of the living room, doing that pose that he once did on that gang war years ago

you know, that one where he splits and leans his crossed arms on the floor

“oh my god, can you just watch the television like a normal person?”

rindou looks at you and chuckles, he noticed that familiar look on your face when you are starting to get annoyed

you aren’t annoyed because of the pose, okay maybe a little because why the hell is he doing that halfway when fighting

then you admit it is sexy, you're just wondering why

but what really ticks you off is that he moves the furniture around when he’s doing that

"you moved the couch and the center table again.”

“i know. i'll bring it back."

but you know he wouldn't, he'd just push it here and there but it won't go back to its rightful place

rindou knows that look in your face, the one with those dead eyes, veins a little visible on the temple, about to throw him something

"now, rindou. place the furniture back."

"wait, i'm stretching-"

you groaned and before he could even finish speaking, you threw him some of the dirty clothes on the laundry basket that you were holding

"fuck— what's that smell?"

"that's your shirt, stupid."

you walked towards him and picked up the shirt that you threw him, and as much as possible tried to avoid his touch because you're annoyed at him

and you weren't wrong, he tried to reach for you

"give me a kiss."

"no."

"come on, just one."

rindou tried all his might to reach the hem of your shirt but you immediately walked away and went into the laundry room

he just knows you're irritated at him and he hates it when that happens

he mumbled an oh boy before standing up from his position and follows you

"you mad?"

you didn't bother to look at your boyfriend who followed you at the laundry room, now leaning on the door frame

rindou lets out a sigh and held your hips, making you face him

the next you knew, he lifted you up to sit on the laundry machine

"put me down, rin!"

"give me a kiss first and promise not to be mad anymore, then i'll put you down."

then he did what he always does when you're pissed off at him, put his head inside your shirt and blew a raspberry on your stomach making you laugh

"rindou, i'm not a kid! stop doing that!"

and, just like that you aren't pissed at him anymore because of him and his antics

a grin appeared on his face before he peppers your face with kisses, bringing you down from the laundry machine and helps you wash the clothes, not that he wants to, probably not to get you vexed again

plus, he promised to bring the furniture back

like bring it back

haruchiyo sanzu

aside from being with you, the thing that makes sanzu the happiest in this world is to piss you off. seeing your face laced with that annoyed expression just boosts his serotonin

he knows how much of a short-tempered woman you are, even the slightest annoying thing would tick you off. and who is he, if he didn’t annoy the hell out of you?

and what are one of the things that you hate the most? pranks, you freaking hate pranks.

you are currently shopping with him at one of your favorite shopping stores, and you have this habit of caressing his upper arm subconsciously while you link arms with him as you look around.

and sanzu thought of a prank that would just annoy the hell out of you

you link your arms on his, it was a slight stroke when you heard him fake a moan.

“haru, what the fuck?”

an innocent look was thrown at you by the pink-haired man, containing his laugh at your already bit of annoyed face.

“what? i’m not doing anything.”

you clicked your tongue and removed your arm from his as you walk first, followed by him who’s currently laughing silently with his hand on his stomach

you on the other hand, was immersed again on picking a bag from the shelf and you subconsciously held his hand which earned you a fake moan once again, a bit loud this time causing for the other shoppers to look your way

“haruchiyo!”

“what?!”

you removed your hold on him, and avoided on touching, sanzu laughed and held your hand and intertwined your fingers.

“okay, okay. i will stop.”

and why the hell did you believe him?

you were surprised when he placed your hand on his butt and speaks a little bit loud, “ah, babe. can’t you wait until we get home?”

oh my god, you’ll fucking kill him

with a very irritated face, you walked out of the store leaving sanzu who’s currently laughing his ass off while following you, he tried calling your name but you ignored him until you both reached the mall parking lot

“c’mon, darling. i was just kidding.”

you ignored him and went inside the car first, he followed you and he just know what to do when you're pissed off like that

just not in front of the driver though, he lets out a firm get out on the driver then faces you-

with a pouty lip and endearing eyes, and rubs his head on your neck like a little kitten

"i'm sorry, okay?" he said cutely, "forgive me, please."

he pulled you to sit on his lap and buries his face on your neck, still mumbling an i'm sorry

as much as you find the badass, kinda crazy version of him so mf sexy, you know how soft you are with this side of him

and he knows it, this little psycho knows how easy you give in with this side of him

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kavaeroexe · 2 years ago

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Can u do one for incubus Obi-wan. The reader(she) works at one of those witchy store and you know finds an old book with an old language and accidentally summoning him. Please if u want😊

need to remember this, sorry for too late responding Anonn :(

witchcraft lowly thing.

Incubus!Obi-wan x Reader

summary : “so.. I just need to say the word like.. the name of an incubus, I demand you to exist upon my wish!!!”

warning: typos, bad grammar, incubus content.

attention! please do not try to repost my works, I only post my works on Tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!

It’s fun to know that even though you’re not a favorite child in your family, but your grandmother loves you the most

every time Grandmother tells you about her experience being a witch and the fantasy story, you wish that you could be like your grandmother as well. the moment she said she got an old bookstore for magic, your eyes shine like a diamond, and it shines even brighter when she said you could have it if you’re done with your school and university.

now you got the whole bookstore, you thank your grandmother a lot, as you spin around the moment you enter the store, looking at every crystal, magic stuff, old books that you always have been dreaming to have, now it’s all yours!! oohhh how curiosity really brought you to heaven, you can’t even think how long you’re going to take to try all of the magic written in the books of your grandma’s store!!!

you spend the first week cleaning the store, tidying it up so it could be clean and easy for you to use and enjoy the stuff there, the second week you start to decorate and try to read some light books, and now, the third week, you try to read more specific and interesting books

you can’t hold yourself to do some practicing on the fourth week, so the sneaky you, try to do it this week

silly of you, stupid of you, but oh come on! how long do you need to wait-!? it’s already all yours, no one can stop you!!

“So.. I just need to put this in here, here, and there... alrighty all done!” you claim yourself, putting both of your hands on your hips and posing proudly of your works, now you’re very excited because today what you’re going to do is...

Calling a Succubus! or.. also an Incubus..

but since you love something new, you don’t care whether it’s a succubus or an incubus, anything it is, as long as you can summon and at least talk to them in peace before they finally return to their own realm, it’s already a big achievement, the point is to summon!

now it’s time! you’re so nervous yet so excited, it’s something new to you, and you always face something new like this, so it’s normal but you love the feeling every time you do feel it. you spell the magic word, focusing your mind and trying to bring a nice aura to your surroundings. You close your eyes and didn’t dare to open them to see what’s happening after you do the ritual based on the book you read before.

took some time for you to check if there was a footstep, breathing, or heat around you to make sure that you really are summoning something, but you gave up trying to do everything but open your eyes, so you end up opening it anyway.

how surprised of you to find a man in black robes, with black and big wings, tail waging around him, and also a pair of horns appeared on his head, his face is beautiful, stunning and looks so seducing (Bcs that’s how their face work lmao). oh and don’t forget his upper body showing a little, showing a peak of his six-pack body, which makes your jaw drop but you quickly shake your head and start to make a little conversation but you’re too nervous because it’s your first time calling a demon..

“Oh- er hello- it’s a pleasure to see a man- I mean a demon or a devil? a-anyways nice to meet you, I’m S/o, nice to meet you- oh I already said that didn’t I?” you try to say it in the most casual way, THE MOST CASUAL WAY, yeah you’re trying so. it’s okay

“So innocent...”

is the first thing he said to you, innocent, does he mean by how you startled and nervous to greet him? or how your desire to summon him only to talk casually to him?

“Cute of you.”

It’s the second thing he said, the more he talked the more you were confused by his words like an innocent duck trying to process the thing in their brain.

now you slowly walk closer to him, erasing the distance between both of you, so you could see his face closer, you’re too curious, you mean he looks harmless, plus he compliments you

“Approach me so easily, aren’t you scared of demons?”

“mhm not really, but if you hurt me, I might start to feel scared of demons, so please don’t hurt me.”

“Pff how cute you are huh? Don’t worry you’ll be safe with me, want to make a contract little one?’

#star wars #Star Wars fanfic #star wars hc #star wars headcanons #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #incubus obi-wan #incubus obi wan x reader

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years ago

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can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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catgirlforkaeya · 3 years ago

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fake dating at a christmas party

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff // modern + college au

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread + swearing + suggestive + there’s lowkey some sexual tension here and there if u squint

a/n: i yanked this idea off of pinterest i hope it’s good enough LMAOO (kaeya may be ooc i’m sorry 😭😭)

every year your family held a christmas party. you were usually excited, you loved seeing your friends and family… but this year was different

over the fall you had told your family you had a boyfriend— they kept bugging you about it and you just said you had one to shut them up

at first it worked and they left you alone, but now they were insisting that you bring him home over break

normally that’d be no problem…. but you didn’t have a boyfriend

you could have just taken the easy road and said you broke up but then you’d have to make up a fake and believable story as to why you broke up (and act sad about it)

—

christmas break was rolling around faster than what you wanted. you still hadn’t come up with anything and was stressing yourself to death

literally everyone was going somewhere for break so you couldn’t ask them to come with you because it was so last minute (plus it’d be rude)

somebody suddenly popped in your mind though

you and kaeya weren’t besties but you weren’t complete strangers. just casual friends maybe? you sat next to each other in all of your classes together, got paired up with each other for most projects, and hung out outside of class a few times

a few weeks ago you heard him mention how he wasn’t planning on going anywhere for break and would probably just get a hotel somewhere in the city off campus (apparently he had no family to visit)

you knew it’d be really odd to ask him to come home with you, but you were out of options. plus he owed you a favor. you once saved his ass from almost getting kicked off the football team and he promised he’d repay you one day

—

“kaeya wait—!” you had caught eye of him walking around campus during one of your breaks so you figured this would probably be the best time to ask.

kaeya stopped once he heard you calling his name. he turned around and tilted his head slightly “y/n?”

“hey,” you jogged up to him, resting your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath.

“i’m guessing this is something serious considering you ran up to me,” he let out a laugh at his own joke, patting your shoulder lightly. he always teased you about not being athletic.

“it is,” you stood up, your eyes meeting his. “this is going to sound insane but i really need your help.”

“i’m listening..“ he grabbed your hand and lead you to a bench next to the sidewalk to sit on.

“i want you to come home with me on christmas break—“

“well that doesn’t sound that insane”

“—and pose as my boyfriend.”

kaeya’s eyes widened when you said that last part. he basically froze up for a second. “..and why is that?”

you let out an exasperated sigh. you looked down, messing with your hands a little. you started explaining the whole thing to kaeya.

it took awhile to convince him, but he eventually caved. you told him it’d be better than spending christmas alone.

“how much are the plane tickets?” he shifted his weight some, his knees brushing against yours.

“don’t worry about that— i’ll pay for them. you’re already doing enough for me here,” you gave him a small smile, placing a hand on his thigh.

“mm.. fair enough,” he shrugged, flashing a smile back. “you’re going to owe me something after this though.”

“i know,” you nodded. you guess this was going to be a never ending chain of favors after this.

you two sat there in silence for a few minutes. the campus seemed pretty dead, barely anyone was out walking. that might have been because it was freezing cold though.

“well, i should probably head off to class before mrs. edmond has my head,” kaeya sat up slightly. he took your hand that you still had on his thigh and raised it up, placing a small kiss to your knuckles.

“see you on friday, love.”

—

friday came up within a blink of an eye

kaeya met you outside of your dorm building with all of his bags. the sun wasn’t even close to rising when you two drove to the airport

the airport was a fucking nightmare. everyone was flying home for the holidays so it was busy as hell. people arguing with security, screaming children, people running all around because they were about to miss their flight, all that fun stuff

luckily you two got there early enough that you didn’t have to rush really badly

after like two hours of waiting in the terminal you were finally able to board the plane. you and kaeya fought over the window seat like some children, causing some people around you to laugh at it

—

“ah, young love,” an older lady from across the aisle laughed at you two. “you remind me of me and my husband when we were your age.”

“oh no we’re n-“

“yeah my girlfriend and i fight over this stuff all the time,” kaeya cut you off, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

“i- uh- yeah. a lot of our friends say we fight like an old married couple,” you flashed a smile at the lady, deciding to play along.

“i think you should let your girlfriend have the window seat,” the lady grinned before looking back down at the paper she was reading.

kaeya rolled his eyes, sitting in the middle seat. you let out a small chuckle as you sat in the window seat, kaeya scoffing at you.

“i’m having that window seat on the flight back here,” he leaned over, face inches from yours. your noses even brushed against each other a few times.

“deal,” you gave a grin before turning away and putting your backpack under the seat in front of you. “also, y’know we don’t have to fake date the whole time. only when we’re around my family and friends.”

“i know, but we should probably get some practice in,” kaeya shrugged as he took off his jacket and set it in his lap. “plus it’s cute seeing you get all flustered.”

flirty son of a bitch.

—

somtime during the flight you ended up falling asleep on kaeya’s shoulder, and he ended up falling asleep with his head resting against yours

you really don’t know how you ended up in that position. you just woke in it up a few minutes before landing

you didn’t move though. something inside of you was freaking out saying to move, but you didn’t. it felt safe this way. you just nudged kaeya in the side to wake him up

—

(time skip because idk what to add)

the drive after picking kaeya up back to your house was suspenseful. your heart was racing, mind rolling through a bunch of scenarios. what if your family caught on to what you were doing? what if they didn’t like kaeya? you shouldn’t really care because you weren’t actually dating but your heart cared. what if they made a fool of you? what if they fought?

“stop worrying, y/n,” kaeya’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. he gently placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. you glanced down at your thigh, and over to him. “it’s gonna go fine.”

“how did you know i was worrying—?” you glanced over at kaeya again, furrowing your eyebrows this time.

“i sit next to you all the time in class, i’ve studied that face hundreds of times,” he ran his other hand through his hair, laughing slightly. “when you’re taking a big exam, when you see a grade below an A, and when you zone out in class.”

you sat there stunned. how the hell did he know all of this about you? you two were friends yeah but you never thought he payed that much attention to you.

“i don’t know whether i should be flattered or creeped out.”

kaeya just let the conversation drop as you pulled into the driveway to your house. you put the car into park as you turned to look at him.

“ok quick review,” you placed your hands on the middle console. “when did we meet?”

“2 years ago.”

“when did we start dating?”

“6 months ago.”

“where did we meet?”

“advanced psychology class”

“aaand what’s your favorite thing about me?”

“your eyes.”

you gave a small nod, holding your hand out. you and kaeya had come up with a stupid handshake over the past week.

“you ready?” he didn’t let go of your hand after the handshake was done, just squeezed it a bit tighter.

with a small sigh, you nodded your head. “yeah… i mean i’m not but i kinda have to be so.”

you turned off the car and hopped out. you shivered feeling the change in temperature from the heated car to the freezing cold weather. you met kaeya at the front of the car, interlocking your hands again. his fingertips were freezing like always. you didn’t know why but his hands always stayed cold, even in the warmer seasons.

“you look nice tonight,” you whispered to kaeya as you two walked up to the door. he was wearing casual clothes but still looked nice. he had a grey hoodie with a jean jacket on over it, a pair of black ripped jeans, and some boots.

“why thank you, i could say the same thing about you,” he gave his usual sly grin, making you laugh slightly.

your hand hovered over the doorknob for a few seconds. you felt your heart leaping up into your throat. saying a small prayer under your breath you opened the door.

you and kaeya were greeted by your parents, your siblings, your cousins, neighbors, and old friends. there were a lot more people than what you had anticipated.

“y/n!!!” your little cousins squealed as they ran over to you, all hugging your waist since that was all they could reach.

“hey guys” you laughed under your breath, reaching down and hugging all of them.

“whos this?” one of your cousins asked, pointing up at kaeya.

“that is my boyfriend,” you looked over at kaeya, who was waving to your little cousin.

once they all got off of you you lead kaeya into the kitchen where mostly everyone was. they all waved at you two, your mom and dad coming over to hug you.

“oh it’s so nice to see you y/n!” your mom’s hug was very tight, making you unable to breathe for a second. once she pulled away she looked over at kaeya. “and who is this fine young man?”

“like i told the cousins— this is my boyfriend, kaeya,” you wrapped your arm around him for a moment, holding him closer.

you hadn’t introduced kaeya to anyone in your family yet. after you two landed a few days ago you just took a cab to the hotel you got. he was the one that suggested it so you went ahead and booked it. if he were to stay at your parent’s house with you it’d prob cause some questions (they’d wonder why you weren’t sharing a bed). you just lied to your parents and said you didn’t want to crowd the house.

“it’s nice to meet you mrs. (l/n),” kaeya went to shake your mom’s hand, but she quickly swatted it down.

“we don’t do hand shakes around here, you’re family!” your mom gave kaeya one of her lung crushing hugs too. you giggled at the face he made when she hugged him.

“nice to meet you,” your dad gave kaeya a smaller hug, a small pat on the back following.

everyone else introduced themselves to kaeya and said their hellos. you felt kinda bad with how many people were coming up to him, it was probably very overwhelming for him. he stayed smiling though, being as polite as ever with everyone.

by the time all the introductions were done dinner was ready. kaeya sat down next to you at the two seats that they had saved. you felt his hand on your thigh, you glanced over and saw him looking at you.

you mouthed a small “are you doing okay?” to him, to which he nodded in response.

“kaeya sweetie what would you like to drink?” your mom asked as she reached up and pulled a glass out of the cabinet.

“um— wine, please,” kaeya answered. he watched as she poured the wine, handing it to him.

“i want wine too!!” one of your cousins raised their arms in the air as a way to get my mom’s attention.

“NO—“ everyone said in unison. you and kaeya bursted out in laughter at it. you joked that he was going to turn a child into an alcoholic before the night ended.

eventually everyone settled down at the table and food started to get passed around. your mom had made her classic turkey as the main food. despite how many people there were it looked like it was barely cut into once it was done being passed around.

“before mom puts you on the spot and begins her interrogation i’ll start it,” your sister looked over at kaeya as she took a scoop out of one of the casseroles. “what’s your story?”

kaeya took a sip of his wine, before clearing his throat. “well— i was adopted and grew up out in the midwest with my father who owned a winery and brother. went to school out there until my father.. passed away and i had a um— falling out with my brother. he took over the winery while i moved out and headed off to college.”

you reached over and grabbed kaeya’s hand that was under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. you felt bad that your family was asking about that shit already because you could tell it was a hard topic to talk about.

“awh, i’m sorry for your loss hun,” a couple of people said, trying their best to sound empathetic.

“it’s fine— i met y/n not long after though so that was a blessing,” he looked over and smiled at you. you couldn’t tell if he was fighting back tears or not.

“how did you meet them?” your mom asked from the other end of the table.

“we sat next to each other in our advanced psychology class one day and just started talking after that,” kaeya explained while you just nodded along.

so far everything was going good— everyone was actually believing that you were a couple. somehow your acting was convincing enough.

the dinner was going smoothly. your family mostly just asked kaeya basic shit. how his grades were, what he did in his freetime, his hobbies, how classes were going, all that stuff.

“are you planning on spending the rest of your life with y/n? maybe even have kids?” your dad asked out of the blue. you felt your heart skip a few beats. you weren’t expecting them to ask this kind of question. how was he going to answer? would this fuck it all up?

“dad—“ before you could even try to stop the conversation kaeya was already answering.

“i mean we have only been dating for like 6 months but… i don’t completely hate the idea of taking everything a step further,” kaeya glanced over at you. he saw the hint of terror in your eyes. “definitely after we finish college though. i don’t wanna get married in the middle of college.”

you sat there stunned. kaeya actually managed to pull that off and sound convincing?? what the fuck???? a shaky sigh left your body as you sat there.

the rest of the dinner was just smalltalk. kaeya was surprisingly getting along with everyone very well. you expected some form of conflict to stir up but nothing had happened so far.

after everyone was done eating you all played some games in the living room. some were board games and some were games on the ps4 your family had. one of the games was just dance and you and kaeya absolutely killed it. you were having a lot more fun than what you had expected. you’d been dreading this day for so long that you convinced yourself it was going to be hell but.. it wasn’t.

as the hour rolled closer to 11pm you could tell kaeya was starting to get exhausted. you were too honestly. for the past 30 minutes you’d been sitting on the couch leaning against him.

“do you wanna head back to the hotel?” you looked up at kaeya, your voice barely above a whisper. you brushed some stray hairs out of his face.

“yeah, i’m getting pretty tired. plus i think i had a little bit too much to drink,” kaeya let out a nervous chuckle as you rolled your eyes. fucking alcoholic.

“tonight has been fun, truly, but i’m going to take kaeya back to the hotel,” you stood up, stretching some. everyone’s eyes turned to you two.

“will you come back tomorrow night?” your younger cousins asked kaeya, they looked pretty bummed about you two leaving. he had been playing some games with them for a few hours.

“yeah, i don’t really have anything else to do,” kaeya stood up too. he snaked an arm around your waist, his hand running up and down your side slightly. you rested your head against his shoulder for a few moments.

“will you come back tonight y/n? or will you spend the night at the hotel?” your mom asked as she looked up at you two from the couch.

“uhhh—“ you looked at kaeya to see what he wanted to do. you couldn’t really read his face that well but you felt like he wanted you to stay with him. he didn’t have an extra bed so you had no idea how that’d work. “i’ll probably spend the night with kaeya.”

“sounds good!” your mom stood up to give you two a hug. “remember to use protection!!”

“mom—“ you felt heat creeping up onto your face. your parents made so many sexual jokes you had lost count at how many they made. kaeya was getting a kick out of it though. he’d laugh his ass off every time.

everyone said their goodbyes and wished you a merry christmas as you two headed out the door and to the car. you turned the car on and tried to warm it up a little before you started driving.

—

the drive was mostly silent. you and kaeya talked about the dinner here and there but for the most part you just kept to yourselves. the radio that had christmas music was the only noise.

you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and parked in one of the spaces. you were waiting for kaeya to get out but he just sat there.

“we gonna sleep in the car?” you looked over at him. he seemed to be lost in thought. “hello? earth to kaeya?“

“oh— sorry-“ he shook his head, looking back over at you. “sorry i was just thinking about something.”

“what is it?” you relaxed back into your seat a little bit, cocking your head to the side. “you can talk to me y’know.”

“i know… i think i wanna use my favor now,” kaeya looked down at the floorboard, messing with some of the loose strings on his jeans.

“i— okay…” you raised an eyebrow at him. why the hell was he using it right now? “what is it?”

“don’t kill me for what i’m about to do and say.”

before you could even get a syllable out kaeya was leaning across the middle console and throwing his lips on top of yours. his lips moved across yours gently at first. it wasn’t that long of a kiss, you pulled away with wide eyes. you just sat there for a second, before pulling him in and kissing him again.

this time his lips were rougher against yours, both of your kisses were hungrier than the first one. you let your tongues slip into the mix of it all. you tasted small hints of wine on kaeya’s. you felt your body start to heat up, ecstasy taking over all of your senses.

before you knew it kaeya had pulled you into his lap so that you were straddling him now, your lips not leaving each other at all. kaeya had a strong grip on your hips, pressing you down against him some. every time his lips moved against yours you felt your body grow more and more eager. you two were now having a full blown make out session in your car. people most likely saw it all happening— did you give a shit? fuck no. you couldn’t care right now. your attention was on kaeya and kaeya only. you didn’t even really realize until now but you had been waiting for a moment like this for awhile. you’d been denying that you have feelings for kaeya for awhile now (even though you two weren’t that close) and now all of this fake dating shit just made you completely fall for him.

you pulled away after god only knows how long, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths for a split second. you pressed your forehead against kaeya’s as you tried to catch your breath.

“i’ve wanted you for so fucking long y/n,” kaeya’s voice sounded hoarse. he looked at you with a half lidded eye. “i want you so badly. i want to show you how badly i crave your love— even just your touch. i want to officially call you mine.”

“i’m yours,” you let out an airy whisper before kissing him again. he bit your bottom lip teasingly when you pulled away.

“i’m all yours, kaeya.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #genshin #kaeya x you #kaeya alberich #genshin christmas #catgirlforkaeya

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genshinlover101 · 3 years ago

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Hey! I hope you're doing fine! Can I request fem reader x ei where they talk about having sex for the first time? (bonduries and consent with Ei being a goddess) and Ei being super gentle and sweet with a shy fem reader? I hope this is ok, thank u so much!

First Time Discussion W/ Ei

Character: Raiden Shogun

Warnings: nsfw themes (minors dni plz)

A/n: thank you thank you! I hope you’re doing fine as well

I wasn’t too sure if you wanted it to go all the way or just the premeditation of it? So I went partial into nsfw and I hope that’s okay

• She would bring it up first, even though she didn’t understand humans she knew that sex was a very intimate practice between them. You being a human that she was in a relationship with, she thought it was a necessary step.

• Imagine Ei would be VERY vanilla. Considering this grandma doesn’t know what “striking a pose” is when taking a photo. You’d have to show her the ropes even if you aren’t experienced yourself.

• Because of your shy nature you don’t expect anything out of the ordinary, which she would be grateful for because it’s ultimately less stress on her. She knows how fragile mortal lives and feelings are and would hate herself if she accidentally crossed a boundary.

• Ei as a soft dom. She is very gentle with you, she’ll only become aggressive if you ask and even then she’ll hesitate. If you’re a dom she wouldn’t mind being your pillow princess for a night, she honestly melted in your hands every time you took the reigns.

“Huh? S-sex?” You turned your attention to her, you were resting in the bed together anticipating bedtime. You understood she vaguely knew it was an important bond between mortals. “I mean, if it pleases you we can discuss further,” you say all flustered.

You two have been together for four months now, and normally- she heard from some certain fox envoy- people begin to get intimate at this stage. “Only if you’re okay with it,” you noticed she grew a bit nervous at your hesitation.

“No no, it’s fine. It just threw me off guard,” you never had to even think about this dilemma, so it brought a massive blush on your face. You unveiled your hidden desires to her.

“I’ve just been thinking about it. We’ve been together for a while now and I can’t help but think about you in such a provocative way… I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but it’s a struggle for me to keep it pent up even if I know nothing about it.” She responds.

“I’m glad you’re vocal about it at least,” You regained your composure. You explained to her the basics of consent and vanilla sex. She cleared her throat in an embarrassed manner,

“I’m willing to give it a shot as long as you forgive me for my lack of experience,” she said, she averted her eyes which screamed she was incredibly unconfident in what she was about to do. You’ve never seen the almighty Shogun in such a vulnerable state.

Since this was her first time with anybody, you had to take the lead. You began by straddling her, she used the pillows behind her as leverage to meet you halfway as you bent down to initiate a shy kiss.

Ei was just a little nervous indulging in mortal luxuries. She’s kissed you before but never with such lust, using your mouth as her little play place. You felt her tongue tracing your gums and you honestly were a bit flustered at how this woman was just introduced to the basics of sex and yet she’s performing this well.

Separating from the kiss, you noticed her hair was flowing on the bed like water, you’ve never looked at her in such a seductive light. Looking at you with electric purple eyes she was determined to make you feel satisfied tonight. Her hands dragging down throughout your body, she knew she was doing well because of your constant squirming and grinding against her own body.

Her hand traveled to your clothed crotch after minutes of foreplay, she palmed against it hard taking note of how damp the area was. She remembered you telling her that ‘wet was good’. You clung tighter onto her figure as she got more intense.

Along with your body language was paired with your voice escaping. Once your moans vibrated through her ears she found more herself hungrier for you than ever. Your sweet sounds made her heartbeat even faster, it excited her unlike anything else before.

you remembered she told you to pay no mind to your volume as you were the only ones in the Tenshukaku. This would be a long memorable night for the two of you.

#raiden shogun #raiden shogun x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin smut

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mammonswhore · 4 years ago

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Heyy🐨 May I have the brothers with a jealous MC??👀 how would the brothers react🤨? why is MC jealous🤔? it can be NSFW if you want🤭😏

only if you're comfortable🤗

remember to drink water and eat daily🥰

Heyy🐨 May I have the brothers with a jealous MC??👀 how would the brothers react🤨? why is MC jealous🤔? it can be NSFW if you want🤭😏

only if you're comfortable🤗

remember to drink water and eat daily🥰

yes! thanks for the reminder,drink a lot of water u too🖤

How the Brothers will react to MC being jealous.

warnings: NSFW (mostly Levi,Mammon & Satan)

✒Lucifer

He will notice right away that you are jealous since he is very aware of your body language and he is very attentive.

Still he will not waste the opportunity to tease a little even if he knows it's not the best thing to do.

He was talking to a lesser demon,they were talking about how to improve the learning system of RAD but he could notice the lust going through this succubis eyes. Lucifer can be a lot of things but he was not and will never be a cheater (50% because it will hurt you and 50% because his pride wouldn't even stand for it) but still decided to keep things professional.

Of course you didn't knew this since you were just watching from a distance, Asmo was by your side being surprised by two of his fans. "That succubi is trying to get Lucifer's attention,you should do something,MC" The Avatar of Lust cooed playfully.

There is two possible scenarios: you wait there where you are and act all high and mighty (since he likes that) or you approach them with an excuse.

If you decide to wait there and play a facade game with your boyfriend on who can get the other to explode on jealousy, then you will have to face an argument later. Lucifer was kind of insecure sometimes,you spent a lot of time with his brothers before he acknowledged his feelings and he knew that he didn't have as much time as they did. He felt like in an constant competition on who got more of you attention,him or any of his brothers. After you argued for a while about how that succubi was practically begin on their knees for him,Lucifer will give in. He knew you were correct but still it hurt his pride to let you know he was wrong. After that you can choose to whether have cuddles and a good dinner at Lucifer's room or a pleasant night having sex. Either way both are awesome.

But if you decide to approach them with an excuse just to get Lucifer's attention, he will be thrilled. His ego and pride being boosted knowing you wanted him and only him to give you his attention but still he was at work so you shouldn't bother him. If the excuse includes something real (like a meeting or a problem with his brothers) he will not be that pissed since you didn't interrupted out of just pure jealousy. If the excuse is something that could wait for him to finish,you are in for a punishment. Lucifer will take you to his room after dinner,he has been planning on this punishment since a few hours ago when the incident happened. He will tie you down,blindfold you and punish you the best way he knows: with pain. But don't misunderstand his intentions,he is giving as much pain as pleasure as he can. The feeling of you being edged and not being able to cum,your whines and the soft tremble in your voice when you beg for him to let you cum drives him insane. After a few minutes of begging he will do what he was waiting for,both of you enjoying the rest of the night together.

"Lucifer please just let me..."

"I told you to be quiet if you want to cum, stay still and don't you dare make a sound." He says with a dark grin on hia face.

✒Mammon.

It's normal for Mammon to get jealous out of the most minimal things but he was used to hide,afraid that if you knew about it you will break up with him.

Still this time he was not the one jealous, it was you. But you have it easy this time, he will be happy if you got jealous and make an scene clamming him as yours.

He was being surrounded by a few models he was posing with,you were seeing his face in the last Majolish edition and you could feel that ugly sensation building up in your chest. It was awful to feel that way and it was even worse when you could see the smile on Mammon's face waiting for you to make a comment about his photoshoot.

“You look good."

Your comment came out harder than expected and you could see his expression falling down a little.

"It's okay if you don't like it,MC." Mammon said with a sad note on his face then he left to his room and you were just standing there with the magazine on your hands.

It took you a while to go to his room to apologize but Mammon already had other plans in mind.

"Mammon I'm sorry for not being..."

"I don't want to hear it,now please come in and lock the door" he said,cutting you off.

You did as he said and got close to him, Mammon seemed angry and at the same time curious. His hands roamed from your hips and back a while before talking again.

"You are very ungrateful,you know that, treasure?" He asked slowly and with a rasping voice,Mammon was horny and feeling a little bit dominant today. It was not your lucky day,that was for sure.

"What do you mean,Mammon?" You asked feeling curious as well.

"You will find out now undress,get on the bed facing the pillows and if you hold at least one sound I'll not fuck you properly,got it?" He said grabbing both of your hands and pulling them behind your back, leading you to bed.

"Mammon I'm sorry I was jealous and it was not my intention to make you feel bad."

Mammon laughed softly and if it was another situation you might have laughed with him but it was not,he was already planning a proper thing to do so there was no escape.

“I know you were jealous I'm not dumb,ya know? But you got your moment of jealousy and I had to suck it up but now I want to get something in return so I want to hear you scream my name and if you decide to just hold yourself even a little I will not give you the pleasure to have my dick inside of you? I want everyone in this fucking house to now who you belong to. So get on the bed so I can get to work,gotcha?" He finishes and leaves a small kiss on your forehead before pulling your arms up and take your shirt off.

Safe to say that every single member of the house who walked past Mammon's door couls hear you begging for him to fuck you already.

✒Levi.

You were counting the hours since you got to Levi's room in order to get some attention from your beloved boyfriend but instead you had to sit and wait for him to finish gaming. The first times it happened it was cool,you were not the needy type so you could wait and he controlled himself a little to stop the gaming and give you that attention that both of you enjoyed so much.

But this time it was different,you have been laying on his tub for three hours straight and he didn't give a single fuck about it. Jealousy was kicking in and you wanted to stop him from talking with his friends about that one game that he could only play in squads so joining the team was not an option.

“I'll go now" you said more to yourself than for your boyfriend who didn't even hear you.

You went downstairs catching Asmo going out of his room and being fast to notice your state. He came to you and asked what was wrong with your attitude today,after you explained to him what happened he offered to calm you down with a spa night together. You were not so sure about it because at the time you were reconsidering going into Levi's room and talk but then Asmo said something you couldn't ignore.

"Levi is the Avatar of Envy so let's just have a spa night and I'll post some of it in my devilgram stories and be sure he is going to be as mad as you were just now." He said with a playful smile.

That was not going to end well but it was worth a try anyways. Both of you got to the kitchen and made drinks and grabbed some snacks before going to his bedroom and start with the whole thing. Asmo gave you a bathrobe and make sure to tie it so part of your chest was exposed before snapping a pic of both of you together in front of his full body mirror,sitting on the floor and drinking wine from two cups. But that was not enough for Asmo so he snapped a video of both of you putting the face masks on each other and writing "MC can always come to me when their bf doesn't give them the right attention🖤" before posting it on his story.

"Asmo open up!" Levi said from the other side of the door fifteen minutes after, his knocking was hard and persistent.

"I'm going jeez you are annoying." Asmo said with a huff before opening the door.

"So this is what you do when you need affection? You come to see him? Am I not enough for you,MC?" Leviathan asked angrily but deep inside it was his fear of you changing him talking. You got to him after coming out of the bathroom with your face already clean.

"Excuse me? I've been sitting on your tub for three hours straight waiting for you to finish you game and hearing you talk with your damn friends about how good are all of you,so don't you dare come to me trying to use the "am I not enough" card because when I try to show you you are,indeed,enough you just shove me off or hust ignore me. Now you can go if you want because Asmo and I are having plenty of fun here." You said back,now Levi was feeling way more angry and jealous than before.

"No,you are coming with me!" Levi said before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you on his shoulders. Then he started walking out of Asmo's room.

"Levi I think this is enough,you are making a scene!" You said trying to sound mad but deep down you were happy you were getting the attention you were craving for.

"I don't give a fuck." Levi huffed before getting to his room and pulling you out of his shoulders and taking the bathrobe out of your body.

"Levi..."

"No,listen up and listen up well,MC. I might not be the best but you are still my partner and only mine so if you want attention just say it,if you want me to stop playing I will but you better start being clear because I don't want to do this again." He said looking calm but his tail already popped out of his body and his horns were almost popping out too.

"I don't want you to stop doing what you like but you also like me,do me once in a while too." You said without thinking about it twice.

Levi blushed and ignored your needy eyes for a second before going to his door and putting the lock on it. He then came back to you and buried his face on the crook of your neck.

"Why do you gotta be so difficult sometimes? You can't go around making me feel this way every time,MC." Levi said before sucking the place his face was resting,you could feel his tail wrapping around your hips and brushing one of your legs with the tip of it.

"I can make you feel even better if you just sit and relax,please." You said closing your eyes and placing your hands on his tail making him moan softly.

"Are-are you going to ride me,MC?" Levi asked under his breath pulling his face out of your neck to look at you.

"Yes,and it's going to be best I've ever done but I need you to sit and relax so I can work." His eyes got darker and his tail abandoned your hips to wrap around your leg and start teasing you with the tip.

"I want you to suck my dick before and while you do it I want to fuck you with my tail." He says blushing and looking away.

"Bet,now get on your chair and let me suck you,please?" He nodded and sat on his gamer chair,you got on your knees un pulled his pants and underwear down with his help. When his cock was free it only took you a second to get your mouth to work and let your ears be blessed with Levi's moans. Before you could even think about it,Levi started stimulating you with his tail making you moan now. He was smirking but his smirk was quickly deleted by the loud moan who escaped from his mouth when you went to deepthroat. It was going to be a long afternoon and you will probably skip dinner.

✒Satan

As much as you didn't like to admit it,it was hard to see Satan help so many demons at the library but it was still cute to visit him once in a while to take him some tea to warm up his work a little.

And today you were there with a recently bought cup of steaming tea for your boyfriend who seemed occupied talking to a demon you didn't knew about.

"He is not doing nothing wrong,he is just talking with them,it's alright." You said to yourself.

But the chatting was not over so you just sat on one of the many tables at the library waiting for him,you were being irrational and not thinking clearly but you were not jealous,at least that's what you said to yourself. Ten minutes after you decided to move and go to Belphie who was the one who accompanied you to the library with the excuse that he needed a book but in reality he was just looking for a quiet place to sleep.

"Belphie,can we do something?" You asked the sleepy demon when you got to him,he yawned and looked at you with a playful smile.

"Yeah,gimme that cup of tea and let's just talk for a while... But only if you braid my hair." He said now smiling softly,you nodded with a smile and gave him the cup of tea who was originally for Satan.

You were talking for a while,Belphie still had some tea in his cup and half of his hair braided by you. Then Satan appeared and watched the two of you interact, the jealousy was building inside of him when watching both of you be so playful and intimate. You never braided his hair and he was sure that the cup Belphie put down just now was for him. He cleared his throat waiting for you to stand up and give him a kiss but instad you just looked at him and smiled before going back to finish the braiding.

"Hi Satan,we were waiting for you but you were busy so we got comfortable, isn't that right,MC?" Belphie said wanting to tease his brother and it worked.

“Yeah,I bought you some tea but I didn't want to interrupt you so Belphie drank it,by the way who was that demon? They seemed pretty cool." You said with a smile acting innocent and unbothered which drove Satan insane for a split second.

"They are certainly not important,I just finished my shift,can we go now?" He said fixing his uniform trying to look as unbothered as you were.

"Yes,I can finish your hair when you get home if you want to." You said to Belphie with a smile that he reciprocated and nodded.

"Have a good time,tell Beel I'll sleep here a few more hours before going home. Thanks for the hair,MC." He said hugging you before you got up of your seat.

Satan growled down his breath and waited for you to pick up your things like a gentlemen. Both of you started your way back home having a simple talk about your respective days. He didn't wanted you to feel annoyed by his jealousy so he didn't say anything until you mentioned that Lucifer helped you with some homework today before going to see him.

"What? Why didn't you ask me? I'm the one helping you with homework every single day." He said with an angry tone.

"I know but I also know you don't like when I go the the library to steal your attention when you are working so I just asked him to help me this time,I'm not going to do it every single day." You said with a happy smile,you knew your teasing was working.

"I know I said that but I can always make an exception for you." He smiles but it's just a facade,he was burning inside.

"Oh no,you can't make an exception for me every time I need help with something like homework so don't worry,okay?" You said rubbing his arm softly. He nodded and kept silent until you got home and he said he was going to take a bath.

You did the same thing and when you got out of the tub you saw a message from him saying that he needed help and if you could being your things from RAD to his room. You put on some clother quickly and did as he said. When you got there Satan gave you a simple kiss and locked the door.

"I know I shouldn't feel jealous about things that are insignificant but I can't help but to think about why would you choose to do something as important as homework with Lucifer and not with me. So tell me MC,do you think Lucifer is smarter than me?" He asked with a terrific smile that send shivers down your back.

"No,I will never doubt your knowledge." You said,your voice trembling a little.

"Why are you so scared,my little lamb? Now we are going to do more homework but with a reward,for every question you answer right I'll pound into you but if you answer wrong I'll just stay still and use you as a cockwarmer and you better don't move. Do I have permission to use you,dear?" He asked,you nod and got rid of your pants and underwear and positioned yourself on his cock,your back facing him and your arms resting on the sides of the desk.

Everything went alright,he was already pounding into you when you got it wrong and he stopped.

"Satan please please please." You whined,he shaked his head slightly and spread one of your legs so his cock went even deeper making you moan again.

"You don't deserve it,now tell me everything you know about the first pandemic that occurred in the Devildom and don't you dare move,darling." The blond said watching you squirm and fight your need to move.

✒Asmo

He is easy to get jealous and you knew it and that's why you decided to go working out with Beel and came back both of you sweating a lot. Asmo found out that he likes to see you sweating for the mere fact that you also sweat when he keeps you up for more than your fragile human body can take. But this time he was not the only one jealous. Having to deal with his fans club was a pain in the ass,they were not disrespectful towards you but you knew they wanted Asmo all for themselves and,surprise! So did you.

"Asmo if you are going to get inside smelling like 20 different demons at least just spray some perfume." Levi said scrunching his nose and walking away.

"You are just jealous I get to have all the demons I want." Asmo replicated amd then sat right besides you wanting a kiss.

"Hey,how are you doing?" You asked ignoring his needs,your eyes into the book in your hands not being able to even look at your boyfriend.

"I want a kiss,MC." He said snuggling against you a little bit more.

"And I want you to stop smelling like other demons but I can't have what I want and it seems like neither can you." You said letting the jealousy speak.

Asmo gasped and put his hands on his chest dramatically,Lucifer chuckled softly from the other side of the common room and you were still not looking at him.

"I can't avoid it,darling. Those demons want my attention and I have to give it to them,I cant help when they want to snuggle up against me or just to get closer to feel my scent but if it makes you feel better,there are things they will never be able to experience with me and you can!" He said happily,kissing your cheek.

"Fine,I'll go to my room." You said still angry,the sound of Asmodeus whinings filled the air as you walked away.

After a few minutes whining to Lucifer about what might have gotten into your head,Lucifer told him a few things.

"They are jealous,Asmo. MC was trying to not punch you in the face when Levi made that comment about you smelling like other demons." Lucifer said while going through paperwork.

"How is that they can be jealous? I'm loyal to them and they should now it already." Asmo hissed feeling a little bad about his actions.

"How do you feel when MC goes to you and they smell like one of us? It's almost the same thing with the difference that MC can't tell when you smell like other demons." Lucifer explained to his younger brother making him feel bad about his actions.

He did remembered all those times you got to him smelling like one of them and he made sure to infest you with his scent so his brothers knew you were with him but you couldn't do that because humans don't have a different scent,they all smell the same.

"You should apologize." Lucifer said after watching Asmo stand there,struggling to know what to do next.

"I won't,it's my nature and they have to accept it." Asmo said angrily,surprising Lucifer. He could almost see pride going through his brothers.

"Remember that you are not the only one after MC,Asmo. And if I didn't get things wrong,they are going out with Mammon today." The oldest said trying to make his brother rethink his actions but it didn't work.

"Fine they can do whatever they want,it's not like I'm the one jealous." And he went to his room to have a rampage alone.

And you were not going to apologize either so it was like a dead end,at least that's how Asmodeus saw the situation.

Lucifer's words were floating through his mind and he knew that if he wasn't fast enough to find a solution one of his brothers would offer his shoulder to cry on and he couldn't let them take advantage of a simple mistake like this.

He was going out of his room when he found you at his door getting ready to knock. He was shocked so when you asked him if you could talk it was like if someone threw cold water to him.

"I know I should not feel jealous but I can't avoid it. There's millions of people out there that are really willing to give you everything you need and want without putting any type of limit and maybe that's what you want but I can't give you that,Asmo. So I get it if you want to end things here." You said looking away from his peachy eyes and red cheeks.

"What? No,MC! I'm not letting you go this easily,I'm not going to stand here and watch you walk away because that's not how I do things and neither do you! I can make an effort and you can be honest with the things I do that you don't like because I am honest and you should too so... Please,don't leave everything that we have now." Asmodeus says with a shaky voice and teary eyes.

"Asmo I don't want to leave you."

"Then don't." He says embracing you in a hug and pushing you to bed so both of you could cuddle.

"MC,darling... Do you want to have sex now? Like a reconciliation type of sex." Asmo says in a low tone after a while cuddling together,you laugh loudly and he smirks.

"Fine but it has to be quick because Satan is making dinner and he won't wait for us." You say,getting on top of him to kiss him.

"The good things I can do can't be done quick,MC." Asmo hissed before pulling his clothes off.

✒Beel.

It was after a game,you were taking him snacks when you could notice some demons talking to him. You knew about them because he told you about their existence as soon as they approached him but there was something off about these people.

And then you saw it,one of them was caressing Beel's arm and he was highly uncomfortable and it was obvious (at least to you). So you went there.

"Hi guys,sorry for interrupting but my boyfriend and I have a date planned and I need him to come with me." You said with a very obvious fake smile making them growl at you like dogs.

"Let's go." Beel said taking your hand and pulling you away from them.

"How can they be so disrespectful? Everybody knows we are dating and you were clearly uncomfortable and now you probably smell like them and ugh..." You growl when you are already away from them.

"You are cute when you are jealous." Beel says smiling,he liked when you talked about him as yours and yours only.

"I'm not jealous I'm just saying that they should respect you." You say looking in your bag for the snacks you brought him.

"It's okay if you are jealous,MC." Beelzebub says when you hand him a pair of snacks.

"I'm... I am jealous,of course I am jealous but it's stupid because you don't even gave me reasons to be jealous and it wasn't even your fault you were just being polite." Beel takes you with one of his hands and pulls you closer to him by your waist.

"MC you don't have to be jealous,I have eyes for you and you only. You are the only person I can be with without my stomach bothering me." He says with a soft smile.

"I love you,a lot. You know that,don't you?” You ask giving the same type of smile to your tall and cute boyfriend.

"Let's go home,I'm kinda hungry now." He says taking your hand and starts walking.

"I was so mad I didn't even noticed your stomach growling,sorry." You said,blush crossing your cheeks in embarrassment.

"Um... That's not the only type of hungry I was talking about." He says blushing.

"Oh..."

Both of you are blushing hard and the few people around can only see you with happy eyes,love was not something that Devildom was used to see so it was heart warming at some point even for some demons.

When both of you got home (and after he got something to eat) it was time for him to eat again. Leaving you softly in his bed after checking on that Belphie was sleeping somewhere else but their room, Beel asked for permission before pulling down your underwear and get to work.

He was not only being fed by your beautiful self but his mind was going 1000 miles per minute as you kept moaning his name and praising him.

"Beel oh Lord you are amazing." You whined after you already cum twice just for his mouth.

He didn't say anything but instead positioned himself on your entrance and got into you slowly as you grabbed the sheets trying to take him all at once. Both of you being consumed by lust as he pounded into you with no shame at all and you whined his name over and over again.

✒Belphie

This was an odd one,he was not the type to catch on when someone flirted with him but he was not an idiot and he was getting pissed at two lesser demons who were flirting with him at RAD's cafeteria as he waited for you to come back from a meeting with Lucifer and Diavolo.

"I know you have someone in your life but we can join if you want us to." They said to him.

"I thinks it's pretty obvious that he is not interested on any of you so you can shove off now." You said,every single of your words having the right amount of venom.

"Ugh,humans are nasty anyways." One of them said and both walked away.

"I was just trying to sleep." Belphie said feeling annoyed as you were.

"It's okay,I don't mind." You said very safe of your words but it wasn't true at all.

You knew Belphie was not about dating other people but it was affecting you anyways and your boyfriend could tell.

"You know I only want you so don't get that head of yours tells you otherwise, okay MC?" he said with his sleepy voice.

You smiled and nodded but you could feel something was off inside you.

That day when both of you got home you remember what Mammon once said to you. “humans have their special smell and all of us smell a little bit like you,when you get physical with any of us your scent sticks to us for a couple of days." So you put your plan going and decided to infest Belphie with your scent in the best way possible.

"MC? You seemed anxious on the phone,is everything okay?" Belphegor asked getting in the attic.

"It certainly is but I want to have some time alone with you and I was getting a little bit anxious when you didn't show up." You explained to him with a little smile.

He smiled and walked towards you,feeling the list built up inside him. His hands got to your neck and pulled you into a kiss that was getting more and more steamy every second.

"Belphie,I want to mark you." You said when you two broke the kiss to start undressing.

"Then please do." He said under his breath, ready to have a very hot night.

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iamjungkooked · 4 years ago

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Until My Last Breath

↳Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

↳Genre: Smut (mild), Romance, Angst

↳Word count: 13.4k

↳Warnings: swearing, mild oral sex (f receiving), way too much making out, grinding (sort of?), mention of death. More than all of this Jeongguk is just fucking delicious in this fic (that’s the biggest warning i can give you)

↳Rating: 18+ (Don’t read if you are underage)

↳AU: werewolf! Jungkook + human OC

↳Summary: Sporting an undercut and tattoos Jeon Jungkook waltzes back in your life after 5 years of being away. You think you know him– and just when you think you have gotten close, he reveals a secret (or two). Following this, is a series of trials and tribulations that concludes in a way you never expect.

(Alternatively: the one where Jungkook creates a mess out of you)

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Your hands hurt from holding the grocery bags. Mrs. Jeon did offer her help but you refused because she has so much to do. If anything Jimin should have accompanied you considering that he’s always going on about how he’d marry you if he could.

Alas, he wasn’t there either because being the beta of the pack meant he had to run morning training and education with the younger children since Jungkook wasn’t there. Generally this was something the alpha of the pack would do-- but Mr. Jeon was busy with the politics of the werewolf and human world. Had Jungkook been here he would have been running the session seeing as he is next in line to be alpha of the pack. But he was miles away on the other side of the country. He has been for five years and truth be told you can’t even remember what his face looks like anymore.

With thoughts such as that the only accompaniment, you march along with as much energy you can muster at each step. The house comes into view. Once again with no other company but your own to entertain yourself you take a drip down memory lane. You remember the awe you first felt when Mr. Jeon brought you to the house. Your father had just passed away while on a drug raid. Mr. Jeon being his best friend brought you with him.

In the early days, the entire family tried to hide their secret. But then on a full moon, you curiously followed Jungkook out and watched as he transformed from man into a beast. Initially, you wanted to scream with horror, but the air got stuck in your throat when he began approaching you. Rooted to the spot and with no escape, Jungkook-- rather his wolf form nuzzled his nose against your neck and whimpered. The fear was gone just like that. All night long, you accompanied him, roaming the forest behind the house getting into all sorts of trouble. When the effect of the full moon began to fade during the early hours of the morning you remember sneaking back into the house and rummaging through his room to get him clothes for when he transformed back.

You kick the giant black gate open and walk down the cemented pathway flanked on either side by lawns outlined with a variety of flowers. To your left was the gazebo that Mr. Jeon built when you were sixteen as a birthday present because that happened to be your obsession at the time.

As the foyer nears, you see a huge commotion outside. It seemed everyone and their mother was present. With urgency in your steps only worsened by curiosity, you reach in no time. You stand on your tiptoes to get a view of what was happening, however, the five grocery bags in your hands weigh you down.

Momentarily the crowd parts. You see the outline of a face that isn’t recognizable-- the hoodie covering half the profile.

“What is going on?” you gather the courage to speak loudly against the chatter of the crowd.

It is loud enough to get the talking to stop and everyone turns to you, including the mysterious stranger.

He pulls his hoodie down.

The grocery bags drop from your hands, just as your mouth hangs open.

“Jungkook is back!” one of the kids tugs at your arm in excitement.

Well shit. You never could have recognized him even if someone planted his younger version of right next to him. He is probably just shy of 6 feet tall. Although engulfed in a black crewneck, you could tell he was built. His dark wash ripped blue jeans contour his thighs to perfection and just when you think he couldn’t have changed further you notice his hair. He had gone off and gotten himself an undercut. His hair was on the longer side, and it was parted to the left of his head while the undercut was visible on the right. He had even gone so far as to get tattoos that adorned his fingers, and his forearm-- a music note. Well now you were fucked because how could you ever resist a man with that kind of hairstyle and tattoos.

Correction, how could you resist a fucking werewolf who wears an undercut and has tattoos?

“Y/n?” he speaks and you swear you could have heard angels speaking to you.

You keep mum. In fact, you can’t even hear him. You’re too busy undressing him with your eyes. Your heart pounds, your knees feel weak because this man is simply too gorgeous to exist. How the hell is everyone else standing on their two feet while you feel like you’re going to fall any moment?

You say something. You have no idea what exactly because your ears are ringing, but you know something comes out of your mouth which causes everyone around you to giggle. You might as well just turn around and go hide somewhere because you’ve probably made a fool of yourself.

“Huh” comes his deep voice, but it’s faint. His remark only makes you wonder what you spat out.

“It’s hot” you fan yourself with your hand. Your mouth is parched, dry like the desert. “You-- Wow. You look--nice to--- welcome. I mean, g-good— to” you look at him, and pause to collect your thoughts. “Good to have you back. I think...” you are completely breathless and dazed by the end of that word salad. Your forehead scrunches in a frown as you try to shake away the magic spell his presence has cast on you. You don’t even bother to wait for a response as you run back down the pathway you came. You follow it out of the gate and turn the corner. A few paces up the hill you come upon the gated entrance to the forest.

You hear someone calling you out, but you’re a damn mess. You aren’t willing to let anyone see you like that. You run as far into the forest as your legs will carry you-- far, far, away from him.

You can finally understand the phrase “avoid like the plague” because that’s what you have been doing to Jungkook. For the past four days since he has been back, you have done anything and everything you can to avoid him. If you see him in the house, you immediately make a u-turn for your room. If you see him outside, you hide behind anything you can find-- a pillar, a bush, a tree, a car, another fucking human being.

Of course it doesn’t help that everyone tries to keep pushing you to him. Well, mostly his parents. But also random people like the ladies in Mrs. Jeon’s book club who on Saturday made a spectacle out of you.

“Come on, pose for a photo” they had said when they saw you and Jungkook out and about the house. You weren’t even looking at one another when they swarmed you and him, taking you by the arm and making you stand next to one another. They didn’t even ask nicely-- no. They demanded that you and Jungkook take a photo because apparently you two look amazing together. Despite your protests, and vigorous head shaking-- they basically pushed you to him, and thankfully he managed to steady you on your feet by catching your waist.

His arm around your waist as he holds you flush against him and your hand on his forearm while you two looked at one another-- that’s the picture they took. You may as well have just gotten a whole fucking photoshoot done while you were at it.

“Y/n’s probably always had a crush on him” one of the ladies, Mrs. Ri had mentioned while all the others including Mrs Jeon crowded around to look at the picture on the camera.

A tomato couldn’t be more red than you and that's saying something. All Jungkook did in response was shrug at you like he was enjoying it. Normally a man might object to being treated this way. But he didn’t utter a single word. Only he looked quite amused by the whole situation and your reaction as he smiled and chuckled to himself.

On the other hand, his parents always mentioned in his absence that they would love if you and him got together. You never paid any mind to those conversations in particular because it was Jungkook— atleast how you remembered him before he became a fucking Adonis. Not that it’s the only thing that matters. But you just never felt this way before, and now you do.

You tiptoe through the house while everyone is busy at this time of day. Mrs.Jeon is probably with all the other ladies for their book club, Mr.Jeon no doubt is in his study and Jimin is probably with Jungkook, training.

It sucks to be the only human sometimes because they can always hear you, and know what you’re thinking. But you can’t do the same. It makes you feel vulnerable. But everyone is good at reminding you about how lucky you are to be human.

You traipse through the living room, peeking behind from walls here and there to make sure Jungkook isn’t around because if you see him you’re sure you’ll lose your shit. Again.

There is a certain chunk of the wooden floor that creaks under pressure so you take care to avoid it. Because in case Jungkook is anywhere inside the house he’ll hear it.

Creak

“Fuck” you mutter, shutting your eyes tight and carefully lifting your toes from the damned spot which makes another sound.

You hear footsteps on the stairs behind you. Too scared to move, you straighten up.

“I was wondering when I’ll see you again” comes Jungkook’s voice.

“Heeeyyy” you turn around, plastering a smile on your face and it screams fake.

“Four days huh. Good job” Jungkook looks impressed as he comes down to ahalt at the last step . “How did you manage to avoid me for four whole days? I am curious”

“You knew”

“Of course I knew” he’s mouth moves as he chews gum, one brow raised at you, looking absolutely devilish (in the best way possible). “Too bad the streak has come to end” he places his hands in pockets lining his black sweats.

Well fuck. No point in denying it anymore then.

“If it wasn’t for this stupid floor I could have gone the whole week. Probably” you decide to give in instead of pretending you have no idea what he’s talking about.

He steps towards you, one corner of his mouth curved up in a sly smirk. “That would never happen. You’d have made a mistake at some point before that”

“Maybe” you shrug. You’re so surprised that you’re able to find your words this time. “Welcome back by the way” you offer a genuine smile, trying to make up for that botched attempt when he first arrived.

“Thanks. It’s good to be back” he sighs contentedly. “I missed this place and the people.” he looks around and then his gaze comes to rest on you. “Well, one person in particular” he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Your mom” you reply. He loves his mother.

“Yes. But also someone else”

“Who?” curiosity gets the best of you.

“Just someone” he shrugs.

You’re about to respond when Jimin comes in. “What are you two doing here?” he looks at Jungkook as he stops next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

Wordlessly, Jungkook’s eyes change color from his hazel brown to icy blue. He steps towards you and Jimin, and then pulls Jimin’s hand away from your shoulder. He looks at the boy, jaw grinding as he chews gum. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” his voice is calm, but his eyes are absolutely terrifying since they harbour a cold, mean look. They change back to brown in an instant once Jimin nods. You notice how tense Jimin looks but he walks with Jungkook anyway.

They’re probably only gone for thirty seconds. But when they come back their body language is completely relaxed. They look like two pals reunited after years.

“Everything okay?” you ask Jimin.

“Yeah. All good” he nods. “I was just congratulating him”

“What for?” you look between the two of them, feeling awfully suspicious.

Jimin is about to open his mouth when he catches Jungkook’s gaze. Jungkook shakes his head and you notice, at which point you turn to him. “Fine. I don’t want to know” you huff. You start towards the back door which leads to the backyard where Mrs. Jeon is with her friends.

Just a couple steps in, you’re tugged back. You turn around to find Jungkook holding onto your wrist. There is something about the way he looks at you. You’ve seen this look before in movies—it’s the way the hero looks at the heroine when he thinks she isn’t looking. It’s soft, but it’s wanting-- a complete contrast from the way he glared the life out of Jimin just minutes ago. He looks like he’s got something to say, but he’s holding back.

“What is it?” your voice is quiet, like you’re too scared to speak out. As if your voice will give away the crazy whirlwind of emotions in your chest.

“Nothing” he blinks and lets go of your wrist. “See ya around” he turns on his heels and walks the other way as Jimin follows him.

The woods at this time of the night are majestic. Moonlight bathes the tops of trees in a silver glow. The moonlight filters through gaps in tree branches, and covers the ground in a white sheen. It looks nothing short of magical.There is a slight chill in the wind, but it’s nothing you aren’t used to. The fallen leaves crunch under your feet. Sounds of crickets chirping, owls hooting fills the air.

You walk through the pathway bordered on each side by large trees the branches of which meet in the middle above you, forming an archway. You feel safe in the womb of nature like you’re protected and nothing could touch you. Without fear, it’s easier for you to take in everything. The air you breathe feels fresh, and crisp. If you could, you would make time stop so you could stay in the woods at night and never have to leave.

As each step carries you further into the woods, you feel more and more at peace. The trees become more lush the further you go. The animals are more noticeable deep into the forest. You see squirrels running around the trees, there are bird nests high up in the branches. You can hear mockingjays in these parts of the forest too.

You stop by the clearing in the woods. This side of the woods is your favorite. You sit against the trunk of one of the trees, resting your head. You look at nothing in particular in the sky. It’s clear above you, with a full moon shining. Your mind immediately goes back to Jungkook as you gaze upon it. You feel tortured every time your thoughts turn to him. You don’t know if it’s normal for you to want to cry, but you’re already shedding tears. Your quiet sobs accompany the sounds of nature. The weight seems to be lifting off your shoulders, and it feels easier to breathe. But then you think of him and that someone he mentioned. It causes you to sob even harder. You hiccup, using the back of your hands to wipe away the tears.

“What’s wrong?”

You can’t forget that voice. You look up at Jungkook as he stands with his hands in his jean pockets.

You shake your head. “Nothing. I just-- I miss--” you begin to cry again. “I-I miss my dad” another sob escapes your throat.

“Can I give you a hug?” he asks in a soft voice, which makes you want to cry even harder. “Please”

You nod.

He comes over, sits down next to you and gathers you in his arms. He pulls you into himself, wrapping your arm around his side, as he holds you. You place your cheek against his chest as you hold him close. It may have started because of him, but it continues because you do miss your dad. The moment you said “dad” was when you knew you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.

“I am sorry y/n” he strokes the back of your head. “I really am” he sniffles.

You pull back to find tears staining his cheeks. “Why are you crying?” you look up at him.

His gaze is locked onto yours. “Because, I can feel what you feel”

“Sorry. I forgot you’re a werewolf” you shift back on your spot, forcing his arm to fall from your shoulder.

He opens his mouth to say something but then closes it. He looks at you a few seconds longer. “Yeah. That’s it” he says, blinking and a lone tear escapes. Your fingers twitch at your side, needing to wipe it away. But it might be too weird so you let your fingers curl into a fist.

“Thank you for doing this” your mouth curves in a soft smile. “How did you find me here?”

“I’ve seen you in the woods for the past four nights. I didn’t know who it was at first because I only saw a flash of your hair, or your shoes. But today I followed you and it’s good I did because pretty girls like you shouldn’t be crying alone”

You snort. “Right. Pretty girls like me”

He raises a brow. “You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you. I just don’t believe your words”

“Then tell me what I can do to make you believe me” he states. You’re sure he isn’t serious but one look at him tells you he means every single word.

“Jungkook, it’s alright. You don’t have to do anything” you shake your head. But then it strikes you. “Although there is something…”

“Anything” the corners of his mouth upturned in a soft smile-- one that made your heart skip a beat (or ten maybe).

“I want to see your wolf form” you look at him tentatively, wondering if he’ll turn you down, or maybe even shout at you for making a request. Asking a werewolf to show their wolf is a sacred request and not something that should be asked lightly. You know how important their wolf form is to them. It’s like talking about sex among humans, but much more of a touchy subject.

“That’s it?” his eyebrows are furrowed together at the miniscule nature of your request.

“So you’ll show me? Can you do it on your own will?” your hands clasp in front of your chest in anticipation.

A laugh bellows from his chest. “Of course. I’ll show you” he stands up, dusts his hands, and the back of his jeans. “You may want to close your eyes because I need my clothes for later”

Without needing to be told in exact terms, you close your eyes and cover them with your hands for good measure. You can hear sounds of feet shuffling, a belt unbuckling and soft thuds—probably his clothes dropping ctx dagainst the soil.

“I’ll count to five and then open. One, Two, Three, Four, Five”

You give it a few more seconds just in case before you’re uncovering your eyes. Standing in front of you is a majestic white wolf, with icy blue eyes-- Jungkook’s eyes. Your mouth falls open, your mind unable to come up with words. You cautiously step towards him, hand reaching out wanting to touch him. He meets you halfway, nuzzling his nose against your hand. You laugh.

“You’re beautiful Jungkook” you whisper as you stroke the fur, which is softer than velvet against your hand.

The wolf whimpers in response.

“What can you do as a wolf? Any tricks?” you ask, forgetting that he’s not a dog.

He growls, baring his teeth.

You throw your hands up. “Geez. Sorry. I was just curious” you reach for his muzzle as you continue stroking gently to help him calm down.

He steps back, turns around and starts further into the forest.

“Where are you going?” you ask.

He whimpers and motions beyond the clearing with his head. You start to follow, when you remember his clothes and grab them. He’s already a few paces ahead of you. It seems that even his wolf isn’t patient.

“Slow down will you?” you yell as you run to try and catch up. He doesn’t listen though as he continues on.

You’re breathless by the time you reach a beautiful meadow full of wildflowers and fallen timber. Flowing right next to the meadow is a stream littered with little stones and large rocks alike. Moonlight shines through the cracks between tree branches above you. The air is cooler than you have ever experienced in this part of the woods. The grass is lush and soft beneath your feet unlike the rest of the forest which is mostly soil. You don’t know how you never came upon this place on your walks. But then again Jungkook probably knows the forest best.

He is stopped at the edge of the stream. You drop the pile of his clothes on a log, and walk towards the stream. You crouch and place your hand in the running stream. The icy cold water sends shivers down your body. You flick some of the water on him, at which point he growls at you again.

“This is fun” you chuckle as you get up.

He whimpers as he tackles you to the ground, and nuzzles his nose in your neck.

“It tickles, it tickles, it tickles” you laugh as you try to push him away. You doubt you could have pushed him away in his human form but as a wolf it’s impossible. You rub your hand against his fur. He mewls and falls on his back next to you and you rub his underbelly. He loves it as he continues to make these cute noises and all you want to do is hug him.

A twig snaps somewhere in the distance. Jungkook jumps up to his feet, growling, teeth showing as he paces in front of you looking in the direction of the sound. He continues to snarl and growl, pacing increasing in speed. He looks ready to kill. You abandon your perch on the grass in favor of standing up. You tread towards him. At this point you’re more scared of what he’s doing rather than where the sound came from. You reach him, stopping by his side. You look at him— at those blue eyes of his, and take a step forward but he’s quick to nudge you back with his head.

“It’s alright” you reassure him as you caress the top of his head.

You try once more to step beyond where he’s standing but he gives another push and you tumble back slightly. He snarls at you as he looks back at you over his shoulder, warning you to stay in your place. He turns back to inspect the woods, pacing from side to side.

“Alright. Fine” you give up. “But please don’t do anything. It could just an animal like a squirrel or something”

Ears perked up, he stands towering in front of you.

“I don’t think it was anything” you stay in your spot, as you place your hand on his flank.

He holds up his nose, moving his head in every direction like he’s trying to smell something out. He starts stepping back, his rump hitting you as he does. He turns around, leaning his muzzle against your shoulder, like he’s trying to comfort you and find comfort in you.

“It’s okay” you whisper, skimming his fur. “We’re fine” you wrap your arm around his neck.

He lets out a small cry as he snuggles into you.

“I brought your clothes by the way” you let go of him and he steps back. “I think it’s best if we go home. It’s already 1”

He steps back a few paces and disappears behind a tree while you turn around and wait for him.

“Give me a sign whenever you’re done” you call out. You wait and wait for what seems like ten minutes but is really only a minute or two.

He clears his throat. “I am good.” he says.

You turn around to face him. You really missed seeing his face-- in the human form. He was majestic in his wolf form, but there is something about the human side of him that you can’t get over. In all honesty, he’s a sight to behold.

“So, what did you think?” he rubs his hands together in anticipation.

“You’re amazing” you meet him halfway. “I’ve seen almost everyone’s wolf form. But yours is breathtaking”

He chuckles. “Thank you. I am sure he’s happy to hear it too” he closes the distance. He reaches for your hand, curling his fingers around your palm. It’s the warmest feeling you have ever felt.

You open your mouth to protest but he’s already cutting you off.

“I am not letting go, until we’re out of these woods.” he tugs on your hand as he turns around and begins towards the house.

“Thank you. It is sweet of you to protect me”

“It’s my job to protect you. I will always be there when you need me” he squeezes your hand in reassurance.

It’s nice to know that you have someone in your corner. “I wish I could say the same. But you don’t need me to protect you”

He nods. “You’re right. But if I ever need a hug, I know who to come to”

Little does he know that you are ready to give him the whole wide world. “Anytime”

Your eyes lock for a few seconds and both of you burst into grins.

Walking in the forest by yourself is always peaceful. But walking in these woods hand in hand with Jungkook is euphoric.

A pang of dread fills your chest when Jungkook ignores you.

Just when you thought things were going good, he distanced himself. You don’t know what went wrong in the days following the night in the woods. But he was avoiding you. It wouldn’t have felt so bad were it not for the fact that the way he ignored you was cold. It wasn’t like you where it was more benign in nature and it was clear that you were avoiding him for fear of embarrassing yourself. He knew that too. But with him it’s something else

He wouldn’t even look at you. A frown seemed to have permanently settled on his face. He was never present anymore. He was always lost in thought with an inscrutable look in his eyes. If you showed up where he was, he’d leave wordlessly. If you tried to talk to him he’d act like he couldn’t even hear you and that would be followed by his departure. And when he did look at you-- the only way to interpret the expression in his eyes was: resentment. You had no idea why he was doing that.

So as the whole family, including Jimin was sitting in the backyard under the canopy for breakfast, Jungkook made to leave just as you were approaching to join them. But his mother made him sit back down.

“Jungkook, you’re not going to leave” her tone is stern.

He rolls his eyes with a huff as he sits back down.

“What’s wrong with you dude?” Jimin leans in, thinking he’s whispering but his voice is a tad bit louder than that.

Even you can hear him just as you are a few steps away.

“Nothing” his voice is devoid of emotion. He leans back in his chair, sliding down against the back like he just wants to disappear. He fiddles with his fingers.

“Hi everyone” you offer a tight lipped smile. Everyone except for Jungkook replies. “Hi Jungkook” you say after not being met with a response.

He stays silent, holding the same sulked posture as before, not even acknowledging your presence.

You catch Jimin’s eyes. He gestures with his head to Jungkook as if to ask ‘what’s up’. You shrug because you have no clue what has gotten into him. You take the empty chair next to Jungkook and you can see him shifting in his chair uncomfortably. Your heart sinks in your chest, but you dismiss it. You look over at Jimin sitting on the opposite side of the table. He looks between you and Jungkook and you just know he’s thinking something. You both look at each other-- a silent conversation ensuing.

“Oh no. I forgot the cutlery” Mrs. Jeon jumps suddenly. She gets up when you interrupt.

“It’s okay. I can grab it” you gesture for her to sit down. “Do you want that special set?” you smile at her.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve all been together like this. I think it’s time we use it. This is a special occasion. The box is in the attic. Will you be okay?”

“It’s okay. I got it” you put her concern to rest with a grin.

You glance at Jungkook who still hasn’t moved an inch as he is still playing with his fingers and ignoring everyone around him. You make way inside the house, and up the stairs to the second floor. The entrance to the attic is on the second floor. You turn right on the landing, moving towards your room and at the end of the hallway. You pull the rope which unfolds the ladder. It comes down, you climb it and reach the musty room.

It’s full of boxes. You rummage through them to find the one labeled cutlery. The box is quite heavy, but you manage to climb down with it safely. You push the ladder back up, and the door closes blending in with the rest of the ceiling. You carry the box down the first two flights of stairs, slightly shaking because of how heavy it is.

You lose your footing at the beginning of the third set of stairs and down you go five stairs. The box slips from your hand. A scream rips through the air. You manage not to hit your head. But your ankle twists during the fall. You’re laying on your side attempting to get up when everyone rushes into the room.

Jungkook is the first one to arrive. “Are you okay?” he helps you sit up and you wince.

It hurts so damn much, you can’t stop yourself from crying. “I- I am” you grimace. “I am fine” you croak through a strained voice, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“No. You’re not” he cups your cheeks to make you look at him. He inspects your head for injuries. “You’re not fucking fine” he’s pissed as he’s practically at the verge of yelling. “What the fuck were you thinking?” he slides an arm under your back, and the other under your knee as he picks you up off the floor. You lock your hands behind his neck, keeping your gaze cast down. You don’t want to look at him in this condition.“I am taking her to her room” he announces, and no one even gets a word in because he’s already started up the flight of stairs.

You try to contain your cries, but the pain is too sharp especially at your ankle. You can sense him looking down at you.

“What were you trying to do?” he shakes his head. You should have called for help, you idiot”

“Sorry” you snivel still not meeting his eyes. “I was just trying to bring the box down and I lost my footing”

You reach the room, and he kicks the ajar door fully open. Once you’re in, he kicks it close. He gently lays you down on the bed, adjusting the pillow underneath your head.

You wince in pain, wiping away the tears. For the first time you look at him and he’s pacing, like he was in the woods except he’s in his human form. “Where does it hurt?” he sounds concerned but it’s that angry kind of way. There is no softness in his tone, if anything its gruff.

“You don’t have to worry. I am okay”

“Bullshit” he stops and sits at the edge of the bed, as he takes off your shoe and sock to look at your ankle. He touches the ankle bone, and you inhale a sharp breath. “See” he shakes his head like he’s disappointed. “That looks like it’s sprained. You could have asked--”

“You for help?” you complete his sentence, full well knowing that’s what he intended.

His eyes flicker to you, but he doesn’t say anything. He begins to gently feel around your ankle for any other injuries, brows furrowing in concentration.

You watch him, as he continues to look for other wounds,or gashes-- scanning your legs, arms, and face. You can’t understand the sudden shift in his behaviour. “What are you doing?”

He stops to look at you. “What do you mean? I am checking for any other injuries” he says in a blunt tone and resumes inspection.

“That’s not what I mean” you push his hands away from your forearms just as he’s looking over for more bruises. “Why do you suddenly give a shit? What do you care if I live or die”

He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again and shuts it, grinding his jaw. “I’ll grab ice” he ignores your question and gets up from the bed.

You tug him back by the hem of his sleeve. “I need an answer”

“I don’t have one” he yanks his arm, and the cloth slips from your fingers.

“This is what I am talking about” you bite the inside of your cheek just as he’s approaching the door “One minute you act like you give a crap about me, and the next you act like you wouldn’t blink an eye if I died”

He’s reaching for the doorknob when he turns around. His brown wide eyes stare back at you He scoffs. “I wouldn’t care if you died?” his disbelief reflects in his partly open mouth. Do you---” he covers his face with his hands, taking in deep breaths and letting his hands run through his locks before looking at you. “You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about” he turns around and reaches for the door when there is a knock.

He sighs in frustration. “Who the hell--” he opens the door.

Jimin stands on the other side of the door with an ice pack in his hand, and a bottle of what looks like medicine. Jimin peeks over Jungkook’s shoulder, about to say something. But Jungkook grabs the ice pack and medicine wordlessly and shuts the door in his face.

He walks back and presses the ice pack to your ankle, while holding the tiny bottle out for you.

“I don’t want it” you say sharply, looking to the side.

You hear him huff. “Do I look like I give a shit right now?” he seethes through clenched teeth.

You turn to him. “You know this whole tough guy act doesn’t scare me”

He pulls his lower lip between his teeth. If this were a cartoon he would have smoke coming out of his ears. “Just take it”

You study him, your gazes locked on each other. Neither of you even blink. His nostrils are still flaring and you’re still breathing heavily through pursed lips. “I hate you” you snatch the bottle from him and chug the bitter liquid down.

His expression changes for a moment-- the look in his eyes softens. He blinks, casting his gaze down momentarily. But then he’s back to carrying a frown on his face as he looks up at you. “You should. You shouldn’t like me at all” his tone gentler than before, hiding beneath it an infinity of disappointment that you catch.

“Well now I don’t. You damn well made sure of that” you grab the pillow next to you and hide your face behind it.

Seconds later you hear the door slam and that’s when you scream into the pillow.

Your ankle gets better in the next couple of weeks, but your relationship with Jungkook doesn’t. You’re still distant from each other. Still angry at each other. Your silent fight has tensed the atmosphere in the whole house. It’s awkward to say the least. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon skirt around you both, walking on eggshells whenever you are in a room together. Dinners are silent for the most part except for when his parents make conversation about their day.

You both ignore each other. Neither of you even looks in the direction of the other person. If you happen to pass each other in the house, you avoid each other.

Perhaps everyone has had enough-- especially Mrs. Jeon since she broaches the subject at dinner one night.

“Alright” she holds her fingers in a steeple. “What the hell is wrong with you two?”

You and Jungkook glance at each other wary of how she’s speaking because she never swears-- not even use the word ‘hell’.

You both say at the same time. “Nothing”

“Bullshit” she slams her hands on the table.

“Honey” Mr. Jeon looks at her.

She dismisses it. “ No. We’re going to address this”

“Mom” Jungkook looks at her warningly. “Don’t”

“What happened?” she looks at you. “He won’t tell me” she glances at her son from the periphery of her vision. “But I know you will”

“Nothing. I promise” you offer a half hearted smile.

“I wasn’t expecting this from you y/n” she sounds disappointed.

“Mrs. Jeon. I swear to you it’s nothing. Even if there is something we can sort it out amongst ourselves”

“Well that’s just the problem isn’t it. You’re not. You don’t even look at each other”

You avert your gaze sideways.

“Just drop it will you?” Jungkook sounds frustrated. “We’re good” he doesn’t even look sincere in the least bit.

You nod finding purchase in your lap, barely making eye contact with anyone.

“Whatever it is, apologize” she demands. She looks to Jungkook, raising her brows at him expectantly. She waits for him to say something. He avoids looking at her but she is persistent. It’s only for a few seconds but he crumbles under the pressure and mumbles a “sorry”

“Look at her and say it” Mrs. Jeon says curtly.

He looks at you, eyes meeting yours for the first time in weeks.

Something changes in you and once again you feel like crying just because he’s there.

“Sorry” he looks away, folding his arms across his chest and chewing on his lip.

“Well you can tell him Mrs. Jeon that if he isn’t going to mean it, I don’t accept it” you glance at her and then back at your lap, leaning against the chair.

“You can tell her that this is all she’s getting from me” he looks at his mother too.

“Tell him that he’s the one who started it. So, if he can’t even own up to it there really is no point in talking about it” your cheeks feel warm as you keep your gaze fixed firmly on your lap.

“While you’re at it mom, you can tell her that she shouldn’t be talking about things when she doesn’t know what’s going on” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

Your nostrils flare and so do his. You’re breathing heavily, cheeks red and eyes wide. “Maybe Mrs. Jeon you can remind him that he never actually told me what his problem is” you glare at him.

She looks between the two of you and your both lower your gaze.

Jungkook scoffs, returning an equally contemptuous glare towards you. “I don’t have a problem. It’s not my fault she doesn’t understand I don’t actually want to talk to her”

“Great! you throw your hands in the air and look at his parents. “You can tell him he’s the biggest asshole I have ever met in my entire life and I regret ever feeling anything for him” you slam your hands on the table and storm off.

The breeze is cool as it caresses your face. You sniffle away the tears as they well up in your eyes. The woods seem to be the only thing that can comfort you. You walk down your usual pathway, hugging yourself against the chill. As you look around at the moon bathed trees, they look different to you. But they don’t seem as beautiful to you as they did when you were with Jungkook.

The whole forest feels different.

You reach the clearing once more where he found you. You’re overcome with emotion, and your eyes tear up once again. You choke a sob away. You sit against the same tree, look at the same clear sky blanketed by stars. His voice echoes in your head when he asked if he could give you a hug.

You don’t know what happened to that boy. You don’t know where he went and if he will ever come back. You thought he was a friend. But it turns out he wasn’t. He’s just a stranger that you used to know.

You’re immersed in your thoughts. You look down at your hands, a bittersweet sigh passing your lips.

There is a rustle in the bushes near you and you’re immediately on alert. You slowly stand up trying not to make any sudden movements. You look in the direction of the sound and see two glowing brown eyes staring at you.

Your breath catches in your throat. You don’t straighten up fully, for the fear of aggravating whatever animal it is, so you stay in a partly bent position, hands visible by your side.

The animal steps out from behind the shadows.

It’s a wolf-- a black one. It’s not Jimin because his fur is brown. It sure as hell isn’t Jungkook.

The wolf growls at you. It steps towards you like a predator towards prey.

Full blown panic sets in. You’re frozen on the spot. Your heart beats hard and fast, as if the sound rings in your ears. Is this how you die? Alone in the woods? Your whole life flashes in your mind. Among all of that the only name and face that echoes in your head is Jungkook’s because you would hate to die and not have a chance to talk to him. That would be the biggest regret of your life.

The wolf is still approaching you, and it’s halfway there. It growls and snarls-- saliva dripping from its mouth.

“Oh please no” you whisper, as your knees begin to buckle.

The wolf takes a leap towards you. But at the end second, you see a white one knocking the black one out mid air. They both fly some distance and fall on the ground.

“Jungkook!” you scream running in his direction.

Those blue eyes look back at you as he gets up on all fours.He keeps growling at the other wolf.. You know better than to interfere, so you stay behind him. Both of them snarl at each other. The other wolf howls, probably to try and intimidate Jungkook. But then he howls-- it’s loud and fierce so much so that you have to close your ears. He then makes a sound that is a mix between a roar and a growl as he steps towards the wolf.

“Jungkook no” you hold your hand out for him but he’s just beyond your reach. He looks back at you. You shake your head. He turns to the other wolf and makes a sound that sounds like a threatening bark.

There is a moment where they both just look at each other. Then the other one whimpers and leaves-- tail between its legs quite literally.

Your knees give out and you fall on the ground, sobbing and hugging yourself. Your cries fill the air. You sob hard enough to make your whole body shake. You have never felt such fear in your life and not just for yourself. You were more worried for Jungkook.

He comes running to you, fully clothed somehow. He immediately holds you in his arms. He holds you close, chin resting on the top of your head, as you bury your face in his chest, body shaking in his arms. You can’t even breathe properly-- gasping for air with short shallow breaths.“Jungkook” you whimper, holding onto his shirt.

“I am here” he squeezes tighter. “I am right here. You’re safe”

“I-I” you pull back to look up at him, eyes swollen and red, tears still falling down your face in droves. “I thought you were going to...” you bawl again just at the thought of something happening to him. You hide your face against his chest, wrapping your arms against him so tight, you’re sure he’s having a hard time breathing.

“I am okay. I am not even hurt” he reassures you.

“I was so…” you hiccup. “Worried that--that s-some-something w-would happen to you” you manage to choke out the words.

“Look at me” he holds your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “I am completely okay. I was worried for you. I was scared. I was so so scared” he gazes into your eyes, and you know he’s speaking the truth because he’s beginning to cry too.

You sniffle, trying to control your sobs so you can tell him. “The only thing I could think of was you. I didn’t want to die without talking to you. I was afraid I would never get to talk to you”

“Me too” he croaks. “You didn’t get hurt anywhere did you?” there is panic in his eyes as he suddenly realizes that.

You shake your head. “No. You saved me”

“I told you I’d always protect you didn’t I?” he snivels.

Your lips just in a pout, lips quivering. “How did you know?” you slide your thumbs against his cheeks to wipe the tears.

“I came to the woods to cool off for a bit” he stops to rub the tears from your cheeks as the water works start again. “I was just so pissed, so naturally my wolf took over and I transformed. I was just roaming around, when I could smell you. I followed your scent. I saw the whole thing and trust me, my heart almost stopped. I was waiting for the right moment to intervene and when that wolf jumped at you, I lost it”

“I am sorry I said all those things” you clutch the material of his shirt tighter, looking down.

“No. I started this whole shit and if I hadn’t you wouldn’t have gotten into trouble. I could have lost you tonight and it would have been my fault. I could never forgive myself” he takes your hands in his, curling his fingers in yours. “I am so so sorry”

“So we’re good?” you chuckle.

He doesn’t laugh with you. “Look, if this night has proved anything, it’s that you shouldn’t like me. I told you. Don’t like me. I am not right for you. I am not even good for you. Look at where I landed you tonight” his fingers begin to slip from yours.

“You’re wrong” you hold tight onto his hands.

“I can’t y/n” he avoids your eyes, his shoulders droop. He looks absolutely defeated.

“What’s the reason?” you press on. “Is it someone else?”

“No” he’s quick to shut down that train of thoughts in your head. “There’s no one else. But I can’t. You hold too much power over me. That’s exactly why I can’t”

“I don’t get it. You do all these things for me that no one ever has. Your actions say one thing and your words another. What am I supposed to do Jungkook?”

“Don’t like me. Stay far far away from me” he pulls his hands away from yours. “I’ll take you home”

“Jungkook-”

“I am taking you home” he says firmly, as he lifts you off the ground in his arms.

You hook your hands behind his neck. You let your head rest against the crook of his neck. You let him take you home because you’re too tired to fight. You don’t want to fight with him because you know that you love this man. If the night taught you anything, it was that.

“Y/n we’re going to be leaving” Mrs. Jeon hurriedly comes into the kitchen, opening up cabinets and grabbing food.

“Leaving?” your brows furrowed. “Where?”

“Jungkook’s dad and I have to go to the orphanage in the city for an event. We’ll be back by tonight. But Jungkook is home if you need anything” she packs up a bag full of food, probably for the journey since the drive to the city is 2 hours.

“Wait, you’re both leaving? Jungkook and I are going to be alone…?” your voice trails at the end, having been met with a dreadful realization.

Mrs. Jeon’s nose scrunches as she walks over to you. “Is everything okay?”

You’re too busy worrying so you don’t even hear her.

Mrs. Jeon calls out your name a couple of times before she physically has to shake you. “Y/n, what’s going on?”

You blink rapidly. “Oh nothing. Everything is fine. I just thought he would go with you too”

“We asked him, but he said you’d be alone at home so he’ll stay too”

“He said that?” your eyes widen. You don’t understand his concern.

She nods. “Mmhmm. He also said he will stay just in case you need something while everyone is gone. I would ask you to come too but I didn’t want you to feel bad”

You shake your head. “It’s alright. I’d cry the whole time anyway thinking of my parents” you chuckle. “But you know I can take care of myself”

Mrs. Jeon chuckles. “I know that. But tell Jungkook that because this boy was adamant on not wanting to leave you alone. I don’t understand him” she shakes her head, like any mother aggrieved of her child would. You can’t blame her though. He is a unique specimen.

“Yeah me neither” you purse your lips in a smile.

“Alright. We’ll be off then” she gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “If he troubles you, call me right away”

“I will”

She makes haste of leaving, carrying the bag.

You spend a better part of the day hiding in your room, avoiding Jungkook. It’s the only place in the entire house where he won’t come. Not after everything that has happened between you. He’s honorable in that sense. Things have shifted between you once again. There’s no anger anymore. All of that has been replaced by awkwardness. Now if you see each other, you only nod at one another. Occasionally, you talk too. But it’s always surface level things. Nonetheless, it’s a step in the right direction.

At half past one though, your stomach starts to grumble and gradually all you can think about is food. It’s a relief in a way because it distracts you from him. You spend ten minutes trying to persuade your brain that you’re not actually hungry.

“I am not hungry” you chant it like a mantra hoping that at least for a while it will go away.

After agonizing and torturing yourself for half an hour, you give in.

“Fuck this” you grumble as your hunger gets the better of you. You drag yourself down to the kitchen. Unlike last time though you don’t tiptoe around the house.

You go into the kitchen, open the fridge to find two plates already filled with food. A note, no doubt from Mrs. Jeon is stuck into the cling film: don’t forget to eat.

You grab a plate for yourself, leaving the other one in the fridge for Jungkook. You’re about to shut the door, when you change your mind. This may serve as an excuse to talk to him. At the end of the day, you’re going to be living in the same house. So you figure you can’t go on avoiding him.

You grab the second plate, heat both of them in the microwave.

You head back upstairs, where the bedroom’s are. You turn left at the landing towards his room which is at the end of the hallway. You stop in front of the door, and seeing as your hands are full you settle for calling his name. “Jungkook, you in your room? I got food”

You wait, but there is no response.

“Jungkook” you call again.

No response. Finding yourself with no other choice left, you somehow manage to balance the plate on your forearm. With the free hand, you turn the handle.

You peek your head inside to find the room empty. Just as you’re about to leave your eyes catch something at his bedside table. You know you shouldn’t go inside, but you can’t help it. You leave one of the plate’s on his bedside table because you can’t lug three things around. You grab it, meaning to ask him about it when you find him.

You close the door, and head back downstairs. You walk the whole of the first floor from the dining room, living room, kitchen, family room calling out his name. But he’s nowhere.

“Maybe he’s in the basement” you think to yourself as you head downstairs. You walk down the steps.

It’s dark save for the blue LED lights running along the ceiling. You walk in further turning the corner from where the pool table, and the arcade game machines are. You remember that before Jungkook left he had set up one half of the basement as his gaming room.

Sure enough as you near the room you hear sounds of gunshots, and rifles and some mild cursing which makes you chuckle.

You don’t bother knocking as you enter. The same blue LED lights adorn the room. You can see his black mop of hair against the couch.

“Are you hungry?” you say tentatively as you stop next to the couch.

He immediately stops playing, throwing his remote on the ground as he turns to you. He takes off his headphones. You notice his hair is tied up in a bun, which manages to make your heart skip a few beats.

“Oh hey” he says, straightening up. “You didn’t have to” he notices the plate in your hand.

“Your mom said you haven’t been eating” you hold the plate for him and he reaches for it.

“Thanks” he offers a pursed lip smile. He takes the plate and sets it aside on the side table. A few beats of silence pass. He taps his fingers against one another, something you notice he does when he’s nervous. His eyes stay fixed on his hands.

“Will you make me a promise?” you look at his profile.

He clears his throat. “Depends on what it is”

You roll your eyes, fully expecting that response. “Just say you will”

Your persistent gaze makes him shift uncomfortably in his spot. He sighs, looking ahead at nothing in particular, while thinking over your request. He turns to you. “Fine”

“Promise me if I ask you questions, you will answer. It can be anything”

“That doesn’t sound very fair” his lips quiver at the corners, a hint of smile making an appearance. “What if I don’t want to answer”

“Too bad” you narrow your eyes at him. “You don’t have a choice. So?” you raise your brows giving him an expectant look.

He considers your demand, looking back at his hands again. “Well looks like I don’t have a choice”

“Good. Because I am asking right now”

At this, he looks at you wide eyed.

“Now?”

You nod. “Mmhmm. Tell me why you won’t act on your feelings”

He opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “Don’t deny it. If you didn’t feel anything for me you wouldn’t have lost your shit the day I hurt my ankle and you sure as shit wouldn’t have risked your life for me” you remind him. “And you wouldn’t have put this next to your bed” you bring forward the picture of you and him Mrs.Jeon’s friends had taken-- the one where you’re both looking at each other as he holds you by the waist.

He lets out an exasperated sigh. He rubs his hands on his face, resting his elbows on his knees as he keeps his face covered. He pulls his hands away , crossing them together. He looks at you, trying to determine how he should begin. “You’re right. I do have feelings for you. I’ve been here before y/n and…” he pauses, swallowing thickly.

“And what?” you prod, placing the photo frame next to you.

“She was beautiful. You should have seen her. She was amazing, just beyond I could express. Everyone here loved her. We used to spend every day together. Her parents hated me for it” he lets out a chuckle, a nostalgic look in his eyes.

“What happened?”

“She-- she died”

Your mouth hangs open. “I am so so sorry. I had no idea. I am sorry. Just.. forget I asked. I don’t need to know” you feel guilty immediately.

“No. It’s alright. I’ve already started. There was a fire in the woods years ago and she died in that. Some humans were having a bonfire and they left the fire burning. It caught on and somehow she got stuck in the middle of it with no escape” he looks down at his hands yet again.

You shift closer to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders resting your head on against the crook of his neck. “I am really sorry”

“Thank you” he places a hand on your forearm, leaning his cheek on your head.

“If I had known, I never would have pressed you. I feel like an asshole” you mumble.

“You’re not an asshole” he replies.

“I get it now and I promise you I won’t ever ask you to consider your feelings for me again” you lift your head and place a kiss on his cheek.

His lips curve up in a grin immediately and he is quick to place a kiss on your cheek too. “You’re amazing” his gaze locks with yours.

“I know” you grin. “Can I ask you something else too... ?” you say tentatively.

He nods. “Anything”

“Did you… did you imprint on her?” you ask, noting just how close you’re sitting to him. You can smell his breath, and feel it on your face as he beholds you in the most loving look in his eyes.

A coughing fit ensues for Jungkook, and you unwrap your arms from his shoulder, in favour of gently patting his back. “Sorry. Bad question hey?”

“No” he dismisses with his hand. “It’s just I’ve never been asked that”

“Forget I asked” you shake your head.

“No. I promised. Not her. Only my human side loved her. To imprint on someone all of me, including my wolf has to feel something. That’s the only way werewolves can imprint and it would be a far stronger bond than what I had with her” he sighs. “I have imprinted on someone. Not her” he finally answers your question.

“Oh my god” your heart sinks. “I- I have no idea what to say” you shift away from him, feeling like you’ve violated some rule. As if you have made him cheat on someone with you.

“Y/n” he says as soon as he sees your body language tensing. “It’s not what you’re thinking”

“No” you shake your head. “I am sorry. I am so sorry. I am so fucking stupid” you get up abruptly and march off while he calls out for you.

As is customary every third Friday of the month, the children from the neighbourhood gather around the campfire. This time Jungkook is there so he’ll have to answer all their questions.

Everyone sits around in a circle, some on the logs and others on chairs. Jungkook and you sit on opposite sides of the fire, Your eyes are fixed on the embers burning away. He holds a stick as he’s poking at the coal to keep the fire going. Your eyes meet momentarily as you both look up, but you look away first, busying yourself with watching the fire burn away the wood once more. You can still however feel his gaze resting on your face. But you’re too resigned at this moment to feel anything but emptiness.

“Is everyone ready?” Jimin comes along, absolutely chirpy and the complete opposite of how you look and feel. That’s when you sense Jungkook looks away. Jimin settles into the empty spot on the log next to you. He passes around drinks to the group. He offers you one too, but you decline. “Hey” he nudges you.

“Hmm” you turn your attention to him.

“What’s going on with you? Everyone’s been asking me what’s up”

“Nothing’s up” you shrug. “I am absolutely okay”

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. But at least don’t lie” Jimin purses his lips in a smile.

“Sorry Jiminie. I am just not feeling great. I’ll be okay I promise” you note with a half assed smile.

“So who wants to go first and ask Jungkook questions” Jimin turns to the group once he’s assured by you. The group is made up of mostly older kids in their late teens. But there are some younger children mixed in the group.

A chorus of ‘me, me ,me, me’ starts up.

“How about we go one by one” Jimin suggests and the sea of hands in the air disappears.

“How was the city?” someone from your side asks. But you couldn’t be bothered to know who.

“It was good.” he sighs, poking the fire logs once again. “But it was dull compared to this place” his eyes flicker to you momentarily.

You catch him, if only for a second and then look at your hands as you fiddle with them.

“Did you find a human mate? I am sure you met very pretty girls” one of the girls asks. The question you piques your interest.

You remember she was the one who excitedly told you Jungkook was back.

He doesn’t respond immediately which only makes you think that he did meet someone there. Why wouldn’t he? She’s probably the one he’s imprinted on. You would leave were it not for Jimin who holds your wrist with a shake of his head as soon as he sees you’re about to get up.

“I did meet girls.” Jungkook says, looking at the little girl. “But they are nothing compared to someone else I know” he shifts his gaze to you once more. “She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t see it that way” he looks right at you, like he’s speaking to you, and you only. Time seems to stand still momentarily because he acts like no one else is around. “It’s a shame because she really is the most beautiful girl I have ever met” he holds your gaze, rendering you unable to look away.

You hear aww’s and squeals from all around you which pulls you away from the trance and blinkingly you avert your gaze.

“Does she know you like her?” someone else asks, this time a boy.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I think she does. By the way, I thought this was about exchanging stories about our ancestry” he looks around at everyone.

“Yeah. We hear those every month. But this is much more exciting and romantic” one of the older girls probably in her late teens replies, and everyone agrees as they nod or offer a ‘yes’ in agreement. “Tell us more. What’s it like to imprint on someone?”

“Are you sure we should be talking about this? Aren’t they young?” Jungkook looks at Jimin.

“They won’t tell if you don’t. Right guys?” Jimin chuckles and everyone nods eagerly.

“Alright then” Jungkook continues.

At this point you really want to leave because you don’t want to hear about how she makes him happy, and how his whole life has changed because of her. But you stay because some part of you is still holding onto hope of you and him.

“It feels like gravity is shifting from underneath you. When you look at her, you can see everything clearly. It’s as if your past, present, and future come together all at once and everything makes sense. It’s as if you finally find the ‘why’ of your existence. You’ll be anything for her-- whatever she needs be that a protector, a friend, a lover. Anything… he trails.

“That’s so romantic” the girl squeals dreamily. “I want that too”

Jungkook laughs. “Any other burning questions?”

“When are you going to tell her?” another question comes which only furthers your resolve to leave. You get up, having had enough of it. The moment you stand, everyone turns to look at you. Without a word, you begin walking towards the house.

“Don’t you want to know who it is y/n?” Jungkook yells as you leave, his words halting you in your steps. You feel everyone’s eyes darting back and forth between you and him.

You look over your shoulder. ‘I already told you”

“I think you’ll want to know,” he replies. You hear the crunch of the grass beneath his feet as he walks towards you. He gently places a hand on your elbow to turn you around. “Just let me tell you”

You glance up at the man. “I won’t be a--able to hear it” your voice cracks.

“I did imprint on someone—“

“Jungkook” you say warningly.

“Just listen to me” his grip on your elbow tightens, his jaw tightening.

“Jungkook please” you beg just as your eyes begin to water. You avert your gaze to the side. “Please. I cannot do this” you shake your head.

“I love her” he continues anyway despite your protests. You know he’s looking at you. But you can’t. You can hear the pain in his voice which makes everything so much more worse because that means he could never love anyone the way he loved her. “ She makes everything make sense and-”

“Just stop” you yank your elbow away from his hand and walk away.

You sit at the edge of the pier which juts out to the side from the boardwalk. just as the sun begins to set behind the mountains. The night market bustles in the distance. Crowds and crowds of people and come and go. Yet you feel calm, just watching the waves ripple beneath your feet. You dip them in the cold water, shivers running through your body. You splash the water, trying to pass your time.

You would have gone to the woods but given everything that has happened in that forest, you’re not too fond of it at the moment. This time Jungkook won’t be there to protect you. He’s out with his friends somewhere. You didn’t bother to ask where, not that it is any of your business.

From the periphery of your vision you can see a group of guys jumping down on the wooden planks of the pier.

You feel disappointed because you won’t have the space to yourself anymore.

They’re laughing, and being boys in general which makes you roll your eyes.

They pass by behind you, being as loud as ever. You ignore their incessant and annoyingly loud voices as you focus on the sun which is still in the process of setting. You close your eyes, the wind blowing softly against your face, and through your hair.

“Y/n?”

You instantly whip around to come face to face with none other than the man who had made a home out of your thoughts.

“Jungkook? You’re here?” You question, using your hands to push yourself up.

“Careful” his hands come out as if to hold you in case you fall.

“It’s okay” you tuck strands of hair behind your ears. “I am fine”

“I was just with my friends” he turns behind, and points to them while they stand a respectful distance away. They wave at you and hesitantly you wave back. “Why are you here?”

“I needed to get out of the house. The woods aren’t exactly my favorite place right now. So I thought why not come here” you shrug.

He nods, sliding his fingers in his jean pockets, rocking back and forth on his toes. “So…”

“So…” you fold your arms across your chest out of sheer self-consciousness.

“Do you maybe want to-” he starts.

“Hey Jungkook” a random girl throws her arms around his shoulders from behind, chin resting on his shoulder.

You look between the two of them.

This must be her. She’s pretty

“I thought we were gonna go eat” she pouts at him questioningly.

He doesn’t look at her as he speaks. Instead he locks eyes with you. He stares at you— wordlessly, like he’s lost in you. “Yeah” his reply is intended for her.

“Well introduce me, won’t you?” she looks at him and then at you.

“This is…” he’s still looking at you and you only.

“I am Alix” she extends a hand, much too cheerfully.

“Y/n” you can only manage to press your lips to feign a smile.

“Ohhh” her mouth opens in realization and she looks at him, like she’s impressed.

This time he looks at her and nods.

“Well y/n, do you want to come to dinner with us?” she offers kindly. But to your ears it’s anything but.

“No. I am alright. But thank you” you look at her. “See you at home Jungkook”

“Just come” he says just as you’re about to turn around to leave.

“I have to do some stuff at home” you say listlessly. “I’ll see you tonight” you reply with a ghost of a smile.

Yet again you turn away from him, not even waiting for his response.

You walk all the way back home, thankful that the way back is quiet, and not many people are around. You take the road from the pier that merges into the street that leads to your house up the hill.

You kick your feet beneath you, sighing heavily every so often. A fluttery feeling intensifies in your stomach the closer you get to home. Your chest feels heavy, a dull ache coming on. Your breathing quickens pace, not so much from the effort of walking up the hill but the mental exhaustion that you’ve faced in the past few weeks.

Love fucking sucks.

Your thoughts are occupied by Jungkook and Jungkook only. Every thought begins and ends with him and soon enough your head is full of memories you spent with him-- good and bad. It’s like a movie playing in your head-- beginning with the first time you saw him after he came back, and just a few minutes ago to Alix and her perfectly pretty face. How could he not love her?

By the end of it, you’re positively bawling your eyes out. Tears upon tears cascade down your face, with no indication of stopping anytime soon. You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, sniffling. Your legs become heavy with the weight of carrying you up the hill. Your head hurts, and you’re sure you’ll faint if you don’t sit down soon.

You quietly continue to sob, head hung low as you reach the gate. You push it open. Your feet drag beneath you, a heavy tread leaving marks of soil from the walk up on the cemented pathway. You open the door to the house, only to hit your head on something.

“Ow” you mumble, rubbing the spot that’s starting to ache. It only makes you sob more. “What the hell...” you lament under your breath, beginning to cry with the force of someone writhing in pain on all fours. You fall on your knees, everything inside you giving up. You cry the way a child does-- hiccuping, heaving to catch your breath only to have it be drowned by another wave of painful sobs.

“Just stop” Jungkook’s voice cracks, as he falls to his knees in front of you too. “Stop doing this to yourself” he croaks.

“I don’t know how to” you strain.

“I can make it all go away y/n” his cheeks are stained with tears too. He gathers you in his arms just like he’s done before. He kisses the top of your head. “Just let me make it go away. Please”

You break the embrace to look up at him through tear soaked eye lashes. “You can’t” your voice quivers.

“If you just…” he stops to take a deep breath, arms loosely wrapped around your back. He’s defeated into silence by your cries.

“It hurts” you clutch the material of his shirt., tucking your chin into your neck “It hurts so so much”

“It’s you”

You don’t even hear him, as you hide your face behind your hands, your body shaking due to your forceful sobs.

“It’s you.” he says again. “Listen to me. For once. Please” he’s begging you at this point.

You uncover your face to look at him. “What?”

“It’s been you all along”

“Wh…” your mouth remains open as you gawk at him. You hastily wipe your face with your hands as if that will somehow help you make sense of it.

“It’s you” he says in a whisper. “It’s you” he looks into your eyes this time--really looks as he says it for the third time almost like he’s saying it as a mantra. “I love you”

As if on cue, you stop crying because his words sink in. You don’t just hear them, you understand them. You begin connecting the dots. “Holy shit” you look at him daze. “I never even gave you a chance to speak” you bemoan that fact.

A bittersweet chuckle softly crosses his lips. “You didn’t. If you had, you wouldn’t have tortured yourself like this. Couldn’t you see it?” he searches your eyes for an answer that will make sense to him.

“How could I have? You’re you and I am me-- clumsy and stupid. You acted like there was someone else this whole time” you rub your eyes to dry the tears away.

“You never gave me a chance to tell you. I tried so many times. That night in the woods when I said I feel what you feel, you misunderstood that as being part of my abilities as a werewolf. But that’s not true. I feel every emotion you feel and I feel it ten times more than you because I imprinted on you .Then I tried to tell you during our conversation in game room and you walked away”

“Then why didn’t you do anything? Why didn’t you just act on it? You should have stopped me”

“You know why” a slight frown adorns his forehead.

You gulp hard, realizing the depth of what you just said. An apology is just at the tip of your tongue. “I know I said I wouldn’t ask you to consider my feelings ever again. But Jungkook, I can’t. Being around you overwhelms me. All I want to do is be around you, have you in my sights and when you’re not I feel disappointed and sad. I miss you every single second of the day when you’re not there. ”

“I have seen the entirety of us y/n-- everything that was, is and all that is to come ”

“I’ve imagined a whole future with you too”

He doesn’t respond.

Your stomach feels tight, your chest feels like something is pressing on it as his silence continues. Your gaze doesn’t leave him for even a second. You feel like you’re naked, as if the whole of you is on display, vulnerable to the point where even a single look will be enough to make or break you.

“I am just asking you to love me” your soft voice doesn’t dampen the gravity of your words.

He scoffs. “That’s just it though. I don’t just love you. I am bound by you. I am bound to you for the rest of my existence. That’s far scarier than love”

“I don’t know how to reply to that. All I know is I am in love with you exactly the way you’re in love with me” you shift closer to him, locking your fingers in his. “Because I can’t deny you any more than you can deny me”

He looks down and plays with your fingers. “That’s true. But I haven’t stopped thinking about the night you got attacked. What would have happened if I wasn’t there? What would I have done with myself if something happened to you?” his words reflecting the guilt he’s been feeling.

“Quit blaming yourself” you chide him. “Anything can happen to me, or to you at any given time. So stop worrying about that and keep your promise of protecting me. It’s not like you can switch this off”

“Not any more than I can stop breathing” he replies.

“Then love me. It’s simple. Jungkook, we either do this, or we don’t” it’s not that you are giving him an ultimatum, but it’s a fact.

“You know as much as I do, that even if in some ridiculous world I wanted to say no, I couldn’t. So you don’t have to worry about me not loving you. Because that just isn’t possible. Not only because I chose you but because that’s just how it is”

“Then what are we doing here?”

“I already told you I love you. You know that I do”

“And that’s supposed to be it?” you raise your brows at him.

His lip quivers into a lopsided smile, the solemn mood beginning to shift. “Tell me what you want”

“Just kiss--”

His lips on yours quiet down your thoughts to nothing. Shivers cascade down your body in waves. He invades each of your senses. The fluttering in your stomach grows intense. His lips feel soft against your own.

Jungkook keeps his eyes slightly open, taking a guilty peek at your face. He still couldn’t imagine if this was a figment of his imagination, or if the universe had gifted him this moment just at the right time. But he felt thankful for it beyond words could express. Every breath he took smelled like you— like water lilies.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.” he breathes heavily. He doesn’t even give you the chance to speak because he’s pressing his lips to yours once again— softly and gently. His hands run the sides of your body, the material of your shirt gathering together, exposing your skin.

He guides you up without breaking the kiss, pulling you in to erase every inch of space between your bodies. You can feel every contour of his body against your own. You hold him tight, trying to take in the feeling.

His hands slide under your thighs as he picks you up, you wrap your legs around his hips, as he takes you inside the house. He carries you as if you don’t weigh anything— through the house and up the stairs to his room.

“What” kiss. “About” kiss. “Your parents?”

“Not” kiss “here” he mumbles between a kiss.

He kicks the door open and carries you in until your back hits a wall. He gently lets you down, till the tips of your toes are touching the floor. He breaks the kiss. “You know I won’t do anything you don’t want right?” his gaze, fixated on your eyes.

You nod, running your tongue over your lips and tasting him.”How could I not want this” you pull him by the nape of his neck, unable to bear even one second of distance. He happily obliges, melting into the kiss with a content sigh. It kind of feels like you’re drunk because there is a slight buzz and your mind feels hazy. You’re thoughtless at the moment, and your entire body is burning. Kissing him, touching him-- is all the intoxication you need to feel out of control. Neither your mind, nor your body is acting under your direction anymore

Your whole being is responding only to Jungkook. Every kiss, every soft touch, every caress, every stroke elicits a reaction from you.

“Tell me what you want, baby” he asks, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and to your chest. “Tell me exactly what you want” his mouth parts against the skin of your neck as he bites down gently.

You can’t help the moan that passes your lips and fades into the air. “You”

He inhales sharply at your words as if that is enough to turn him on. He lifts his head up to look at you “You wanted me to love you right?” he pushes your thighs out by burying his leg between yours. He pushes his thigh against you exactly where you’re aching for him.

“Oh my god….” your voice fails you.

“I’ve thought of you so many nights, for so long” he pushes in more and you grind your hips against his thigh.

“I want more” you can’t help but mumble. “Please”

A corner of his lip raises in a smirk. “Your wish is my command” . He swipes his thumb against your clothed clit. “Is this what you want baby?”

You nod, a whimper crossing your lips as the sound of your heavy breaths fills the air.

You continue to rock your hips against his thigh, while he continues to rub circles on your clit. “Does that feel good?” he asks, but before you can even respond he’s shoving his tongue down your mouth through your parted lips.

You moan into him. eyes shutting tight at the fluttery sensation between your legs. You clutch the fabric of his shirt, unable to hold yourself up longer as you clench around nothing in particular. You feel the adrenaline in every part of your body-- in the pounding of your heart, in your breathless noises, in the way your body grows warmer by the second.

You open your eyes to look at him, cupping his face in your hands. But he’s already looking at you. His pupils are dilated, irises beginning to change colour from his chocolate brown to blue while he continues to kiss you. His hand stops moving against your clit, and he removes his thigh from between your legs. At the loss of friction you feel like a starved animal, needing more, and more, and more. You didn’t think you could ever feel this way, but he was making you abandon all of your inhibitions and want whatever he could give you. You didn’t know if you would ever feel satisfied after what you started.

But Jungkook knows exactly how to pleasure you and then some more as he picks you up and leads you to his bed where he lays you down. He hovers over you, palms pressed into the mattress on either side of you. He gulps.”Are you sure?”

You only nod.

He shifts down, unbuttoning your jeans, and sliding them out from under your legs. He throws them on the floor. He parts your legs, resting his upper body between your legs. He doesn’t waste any time, as he licks a strip on your clothed clit.

“O-oh- oh my….” your fingers curl around his hair, and you push his mouth flush against your core.

He moans against your flesh, laying kitten licks against the sensitive skin. The friction tenses the knot in your stomach even more. Just when you think there’s nothing more he could do, you feel your insides being stretched as he pushes a finger into you. Your back arches at the sensation. He buries his finger knuckle deep,curling it and inside you and hitting that sweet spot. Broken moans and gasps cross your mouth, while your toes curl from all the pleasure.

Seconds tick by and turn into minutes which turns into hours and just like that the night flies by. You don’t know how many times you come undone under him, above him. You stopped counting after the second time because you weren’t even in a state where you could think about thinking anything.

You lay under the sheets facing each other--limbs entangled and noses almost touching. Every few seconds the tip of his nose touches yours as he moves in to kiss you, but then he stops.

“Stop being a tease” you pout at him.

He laughs, showing his pearly whites. His eyes crinkle at the corners just like they do when he’s happy. He leans in, to place a peck on your lips. Then he shifts his head up to kiss your forehead. Then gently, he places a tender kiss at the tip of your nose. He pulls your hand into his as he brings it to his lips, laying down gentle kisses on each knuckle.

“Who taught you how to be romantic?” you tease

“I’ve always been romantic” his gaze locks with yours, a gentle smile coming onto his lips.

“By the way what did you talk to Jimin about that day?” a sudden curiosity shifts the subject.

A look of realization crosses his face “Ah” he says. “I told him about you”

“So that’s why you were pissed” you chuckle.

“Pissed?” his brows crinkle together.

“You were jealous of course. You looked like you were going to kill him” a corner of your mouth lifts into a smirk.

“No. I wasn’t. That’s childish stuff. I just thought he should know that at that time you were kind of taken. Not really but you know…”

You tap his nose. “If you say so” You trace the outline of his face with your fingers. “Are you happy?” you whisper.

“More than I can tell you. Are you?” he licks his lips as his eyes flicker to yours.

“Mhmm” you nod. “Happiest I have ever been I think”

“Good” he kisses the back of your hand. “That’s all I want for you baby”

“I can’t believe you’re mine” you look into his eyes-- finding yourself falling in love all at once.

“You better believe it” his lips turn up at the corners into a grin. “I don’t know how much humans mean it when they say ‘forever’. But let me tell you us werewolves tend to take the stuff pretty seriously.”

You chuckle silently, huffing through your nose. “Your point being?”

“You better believe I am yours, because you’re forever y/n. Until my last breath”

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