#other than having to gather the sleeves you can do Whatever The Fuck in them

[jungkookstatts]

Not in the Way You Think

[Summary]: You've been after your best friend for ages. But how are you supposed to know that he's after you too if he insists on being a bachelor until his dying breath?

[Theme]: ChildHoodFriendsToLovers!AU, NonIdol!AU, VirginReader!AU, BachelorJK!Au, Fuck-Boy JK, Virgin Reader

[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, dry humping, protected sex, fluff, somewhat angst, many many years of pining, making out, oral. Soft dom/Dom JK, sub Reader, virgin things, mention of alcohol and a pen

[Word Count]: 6,043

[A/N]: Hi. I've resurrected. For now. Enjoy! Also, if anyone knows what's going on with my materialist -- sos!!

[Materialist]

“Sorry, but there’s no fucking way,” your best friend scoffs against the lip of his dab pen. He was about to take a hit, but was abruptly stopped before you told him something completely unbelievable to his ears.

“Jungkook, I’m serious,” you whine.

God, this is so embarrassing. You fiddle with the rims of your hoodie's sleeve, examining it in shame. You can’t dare to look at the face of your best friend on the other side of the couch. His words already make you feel embarrassed enough, you can’t imagine what looking at his face would do.

“Y/n,” he starts again, that disbelieving smirk proving to adorn his features. “You’re 24 years old. What the fuck.”

“24-year-olds can be virgins, too, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes. “Not everyone strives to have over 30 bodies on their ‘fucked list’ by this age.”

You feel so embarrassed. Of all people, you thought your best friend wouldn’t shame you like this. It’s already embarrassing enough to be at this age and to not have tried anything sexual with anyone before. You’re inexperienced. You know that. But the conversation originally didn’t start this way. What was once a talk about which flavored soju was better than the other, turned into a ridiculing conversation about your lame sex life. The last thing you need is his bantering about how shocking it is to hear everything you haven’t done yet.

“57,” he corrects you with yet another smirk. This time, there’s a tease in his eye, obviously waiting for your reaction on his body count number. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “Forget it.” 

You try to grab the remote on the coffee table, but Jungkook takes it before you can. 

“Wait, now,” he laughs when you smack his arm. “I’m not done asking about this yet.” 

“Jungkook!” you whine. “I’m seriously so embarrassed. I don’t want to talk about it with you anymore.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone?!” He raises his pierced eyebrow. “What about Taehyung? And Soobin? Aren’t those guys your ex’s? You had to have done something with them, Y/n, c’mon.” 

“Yes!” you blush harshly. “Of course I’ve kissed people before. I’ve just never…done anything dirty with them.” 

“Not even like a hand job or anything?” he raises his other eyebrow.

“Jungkook, please stop reacting like that. You’re making me feel worse,” you tuck your hair behind your ear. 

It’s no news that Jungkook is not only your childhood best friend but he’s also been a notorious fuck-boy since about 5 years ago when the two of you moved to a different city to attend the same college. He has always told you that he was going to spend his university life being a bachelor, making it a goal of his to see how many girls he could get underneath him by the age of 25. He's gathered quite a lot. Except now, he’s more knowledgeable than you for once, and you’re not taking the news so well.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. But his words prove to be carried with no remorse. “Not even oral?” 

“Jungkook!” you kick his knee. “Seriously. I continued this conversation with you because I thought you’d be nicer about it. You’re obviously the experienced one here. But clearly, you’re not experienced enough to know that not everyone is constantly looking for which sexual activity to try on the next stranger.” 

You’ve been his #1 ear to all of his stories for years now, no matter how repetitive they can be…or how much they secretly punch you in the gut every time he tells you a new one.

The two of you couldn’t be more opposite. He’s sporty and social, you’re quiet and mellow. He’s into the music and business world, whereas you’re into radiology and all-things-hospital. He’d rather spend his free time partying and making himself feel good in any way that he can, whereas you’d spend your free time wrapped in a book or having coffee over a new podcast about aliens.

But no matter your differences, the grunge boy that you grew up with sitting on the opposite side of the couch, making fun of you and laughing at the sheer difference in how the two of you chose to live out your college years, will always be your best friend. He might remain a crush or even your first love, but nothing can change the fact that the two of you click like two peas in a pod. You couldn’t trade anything for that, even your secrets about what you feel for him. 

“Woah, hey,” he chuckles. “Sorry. I’m just–wow. It’s just shocking to me, I don’t know. Especially for you.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you scrunch your eyebrows together. 

“Well, I mean,” he laughs awkwardly, putting his pen on the table. “It’s no secret you were the girl every guy was trying to get into their bed all throughout college…and high school.” 

“Tch,” you shake your head. “As if, Kook. Don’t try to make up for ridiculing me about my sex life by covering it up with fake scenarios.”

“I’m serious, Y/n. Just as serious as you are about this,” he says. “You thought that Soobin, the university's #1 crush–a guy even more wanted than me–would agree to go out with you and date you if you weren’t the hottest chick in the school?” 

“Yeah, well, that was short-lived,” you scoff, remembering the events of your break up. “He didn’t really want me. Or well, he did, but not like how I thought.”

“This is why I’m shocked,” he explains further. “Literally every man that I knew talked about you. I don’t know how their efforts could have gone unnoticed by you. But I guess you were too in your head to notice. You had the hottest man in the school, but not even that was enough to even make you think about doing anything with him?” 

As much as that information flatters you, it doesn’t satisfy you at all. Truthfully, Jungkook could talk about any man in the world that might want you. But if that category doesn’t include him, the thought doesn’t arouse you at all. 

Your own brain can’t even wrap itself around why you were so hung up on him. Why would you possibly want a guy like Jungkook to want you. He’s careless and reckless. He doesn’t give things a second thought and pushes all your buttons at the worst times. He’s foolish and irresponsible – a walking stick screaming ‘bad news’.

But at the same time, he is oh-so gentle. He’s kind and sweet, considerate and respectful. His touch makes you jolt, and his voice relieves your headaches in an instant. You feel safe when he is there, and absolutely terrified when he is not. He’s strong and capable, but also sentimental at heart. 

You don’t think you could find anyone else like him in the world. No one like your Jungkook. 

No wonder your past relationships didn’t work out for you. Taehyung you broke up with out of frustration. It was with him that you realized that Jungkook was too in your head to be dating anyone fairly. And just when you thought you were over Jungkook being your ideal man, Soobin walked into your life. But since he broke up with you over your own inexperience, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about how maybe you waited too long. No one wants someone who has no idea what they’re doing in the bedroom at the age of 24. Most of society at this age is dating to marry. You’re still dating for the experience. 

“It’s not that I didn’t think about doing anything with him,” you respond. “I just–I don’t know. I couldn’t. It didn’t feel right. He wasn’t–I don’t know. We just weren’t a good match. The same goes for Taehyung and everyone else before him and Soobin.”

Your best friend is quiet for a moment, trying to wrap his head around everything that you’re saying.

“But it’s all irrelevant now,” you continue. “We’re graduated, and there’s nothing I can do about previous male efforts towards getting me in their sheets. It’s just–there’s something wrong with me.” 

“Clearly,” Jungkook agrees. “Sex is like–life. You truly don’t know until you try. Do you even masturbate?” 

“Jungkook,” you sigh quietly, as a disappointed palm presses against your forehead. “You weren’t supposed to agree to that.” 

“Well, do you?” 

“Of course, I masturbate.” 

“And that hasn’t persuaded you at all? Don’t you imagine what it would feel like to have something other than your fingers or some toy getting you off?” 

“That’s so graphic,” you scowl. 

“Well, do you?” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I do, don’t get me wrong,” you agree. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just too hung up on a scenario that’s not possible–at least not for me.”

“You’re pined after by millions, Y/n,” he sits up straight on the couch, his legs folding against the cushions to get a better look at you. “Any scenario is possible in your world. Especially related to sex. You could get any man that you wanted to if you just broke down a wall or two and went after them.” 

“That’s not–never mind,” you give up. You’re too embarrassed to admit anything. You also don’t really want to. Risking your friendship with Jungkook isn’t worth letting out a secret like this. You’d lose him forever, and you can’t risk that. “No one wants a 24-year-old virgin,” you begin again, trying to move on from your previous words. “Unless they’re a crazy perv, or one of those dudes who thinks that only ‘marriageable girls’ should be virgins until they tie the knot. And, well, those guys are just…weird.” 

Jungkook laughs at your words and a small smile forms on your lips from the sound of his laugh. 

“Y/n, what are you saying?” he exclaims amidst his laughter. “Look at you! You haven't lost a cent of your desirability in all the years I’ve known you. Any guy would want you.”

“But not you,” 

“Huh?” 

Fuck. 

Fuck fuck fuck. Why did you just say that?! 

The thought slipped past your lips without a second thought. There’s heat in your cheeks, and you can’t bear to look at Jungkook’s face. You might have fucked everything up now. Just over a thought you didn’t think twice about. Your brain must have been done suppressing it, but now you have to sit here and wait for the consequences of letting it all go. 

“Sorry,” you clear your throat. “C-Can you give me the remote? I’d like to drop this and finish this show.” 

“Nuh-uh,” he laughs in disbelief. His rough hand gently wraps around your wrist, forcing you to look at him again. “What did you just say?” 

“Jungkook, please,” you cry. There’s fear in your voice. You’re so scared of losing him, you can’t even think properly. All you want to do is pretend like nothing happened. Like this whole conversation didn’t happen and you were back to talking about flavored soju. The thought of losing your best friend floods your mind, and you beg him with your eyes to stop. But he’s unrelenting. 

Jungkook scoffs at the look in your eye, his grip loosening on your wrist before sliding it off completely. 

“Y/n, you are so oblivious, it actually gets on my nerves more than anything in this world sometimes,” he says. 

You feel your heart sink to your stomach. 

“I didn’t think I’d actually have to tell you this because I thought it was obvious how I feel about you,” he laughs to himself. “I don’t know how long you’ve noticed, or if you’ve even noticed at all, but I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year of high school, Y/n. And it’s only grown since then. So don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t want you.” 

Words fail to leave your lips. You’ve had so much shock and embarrassment during your time spent with him tonight. But nothing could have prepared you for this. 

“Jungkook, none of this is making sense,” you stop him. As much as your heart leaps at his confession, a part of you is still completely misunderstanding something. “You mean to tell me that you’ve had a crush on me for how long? And yet in the meantime, you’ve made it your mission to be with every woman on campus? How in the world do you expect me to think you had feelings for me when every Saturday morning you tell me about whose pussy you were up the night before? How was I supposed to know?”

There’s a bit of anger in your voice. All these years of getting your heart shattered over his countless stories about girls that weren’t you. About how he kissed Emily on Friday night and then fucked her best friend, Rachel, in the ass a few hours later. About how he went all the way home one weekend just to fuck your high school calculus teacher. Or about the countless times you’ve walked into your shared apartment with him, only to look down and see an extra pair of girly high-heels sitting by the door next to his shoes. Or the many pairs of unfamiliar panties you’ve found in the wash. Or the smell of strong perfume constantly stained on his side of the couch. 

“How in the world did I expect you to think I had feelings for you?” he reiterated your questions irritably. “Y/n, I asked you to be my date to prom! Hell, don’t even try to cut out the fact that we almost kissed when we graduated high school. I hung out with you every day after school in both high school and college. Fuck, half the reason I came to this university was to be by your side. We even have an apartment together!” 

“You’re my best friend, Jungkook!” you explain. 

“You don’t have to remind me,” he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I gave up trying to make us anything more than friends a while ago. Fuck, every time I lay with a girl it’s the biggest reminder of all that we’ll only be friends.” 

“Fuck you, Jungkook,” you cry. A tear falls down your cheek from his words. God, you’re so frustrated and angry and annoyed and so relieved. You don’t know which emotion to put first. “Fuck you. You shattered me into pieces. You call me oblivious when I’ve spent years loving you. But you’ve been too busy telling me about who you’re going to fuck next to notice." 

Jungkook breathes heavily, anger leaving his nostrils. His eyes are foreign to yours. You’ve never seen so much emotion in them at once. 

And then suddenly he’s on your side of the couch, hovering over you, holding your jaw in his big, tattooed palm. His lips sear against yours kissing you with passion you’ve never felt before. 

It’s second nature to hold his face in your hands. His ears slip between your middle and index finger; the cool metal of his earrings touches your skin gently. 

You moan into him when you glide your right hand into his locks, pressing him tighter against your body. Jungkook grunts at the feeling of your hand in his hair. Never in a million years did he think he'd feel you like this. No matter how many times he’s imagined it before, no matter how many times he’s pretended it was you instead of the stranger beneath him, the feeling of imagining you is nothing compared to the feeling of actually having you right there in his arms. 

You can feel him lay his weight heavier on you the more you kiss him. It prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against your body. 

Jungkook’s lips detach from yours slowly, his thumb lightly pressing against your bottom lip as he pulls away. 

“I’m sorry,” he kisses you again slowly. It’s wet and soft, but you don’t mind. It’s him, and he feels right. “I guess we gave each other too many mixed signals.” 

You kiss him back, holding his chin between your index finger and thumb. 

“Are my signals clear now?” you ask him gently. 

“If you’re telling me that you want me…more than just friends,” he presses his nose against yours. “Then they’re clear as day.” 

You smile against his lips when he indulges on you again. Jungkook kisses you slowly and softly for another few minutes. It’s much different from the kissing you did a few minutes ago. This time, he’s gentle, and so are you. Your hands find purchase at the base of his scalp again, and you smile as he moans at the feeling. This is a whole new learning curve for you, and you’re finally going through lessons you’ve restricted yourself from accessing for a very long time. It feels so good. It feels amazing to have him in your arms like this. 

But still, somehow there’s something missing. There’s a pit in your stomach, a wetness in between your thighs that begs you to rub up against him. And so you do, but you’re stopped with a firm hand on your hip from the man above you. You suddenly feel embarrassed again. 

"Y/n,” he pants against your lips. He looks down at your conjoined hips. A part of him feels embarrassed at the sight–he doesn’t think he’s been more hard in his life. But he respects you more than to indulge in his own fantasy right now. “You’re still a virgin,” he reminds you. 

“I know,” you exhale. “But I want you, Kook. I want you to be the one to take it.” 

“Y/n,” he coos, swiping his thumb across your cheek. “I think you should think about it. I’m not the most romantic person in bed. I also don’t think I’m cut out to be your first. I don’t deserve you like that.” 

“Don’t say that Jungkook,” you scrunch your eyebrows together. “You say that as if I haven’t been imagining you in the same way that you imagine me. You say that as if I haven’t been waiting for 10 years to kiss you like this. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long, and I think this moment is why I haven’t been able to indulge in sex with anyone else. I feel right with you.” 

You watch his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips. He’s lazy with his decision on which to focus on right now. His heart is so overwhelmed, he doesn't know which feature of yours to honor first. 

“What are you doing to me,” he laughs at himself. You smile back at him, and he swears nothing has ever been more right than how it is at this moment. 

“Will you take me, Jungkook?” you ask him again, much softer this time. It sounds strange coming from your mouth. You’ve never asked anyone to do that for you. The only person you’ve wanted, or have imagined, taking it away from you has been Jungkook. And here he is above you. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. Your words send all the blood straight to his cock, as if it didn’t have enough blood in it already. “If that’s what you want.” 

“It’s what I want,” you confirm with him. “I want you.” 

“God, I want you, too,” he says, kissing you passionately yet again. This time, he scoops you into his arms, sitting you up on his lap. You straddle him perfectly, your thighs hugging his, and your core pressed temptingly against his own. 

Jungkook moans at the feeling, his hands finding purchase on your hips before slowly grinding them against his own. 

Your hands fall from his jaw to his shoulder, the feeling of his clothed dick against your pussy is much more shocking than you thought it would be. Never in a million years did you think such a strange action would feel so good. 

“Kook,” you whine against his lips. 

He breathes lightly against yours, trying to keep his composure as you make yourself feel good on his thighs. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks gently. His hands remain on your hips until you nod, giving him permission to explore your body in whichever way he would like to first. 

He watches your face as he slides his hands up to your waist. His fingers make their way under your silk pajama shirt, causing you to jolt at the feeling of his skin against yours. It puts a desire in your heart that you’ve never felt before. You’ve never wanted to explore anyone else like this. 

“C-Can I touch you?” You ask him this time. 

Jungkook laughs a little at you asking for his permission. In a way, he’s not really used to that. He finds it endearing that even though he’s fucked a lot of girls in his lifetime, the fact doesn’t take away that he’s still worthy of asking something like that to you. The other part of him laughs as if he’d ever say no to you. 

“Please,” he gives you permission. 

With that, you look at the fabric of his shirt leaning against his collarbone. His typical black shirt covers just enough to make you curious. 

But your eyes move to your own hands, which are delicately mimicking his actions, except they start by pushing up his shirt from the bottom. Your fingertips feel his abs underneath them. They’re defined, and you hate to admit that they make you really nervous. 

Your eyes flick to his, and they read your mind like a book. 

With one motion, he takes his hands off your waist and pulls his shirt off, revealing all his glory to you in one quick second. 

You take a deep breath, and he chuckles a little. But his laughs stop the minute you touch him again. They slide up his abs, your fingertips feeling his honey skin underneath you. They slide to his arm, covered in ink. They’re a perfect representation of him, and you haven’t told him enough how much you love them. They’re passionate and edgy, handsome and strong, but gentle and honest all at the same time. 

You almost get lost in his ink when he slides his fingers further up your shirt. 

Your breath stops in your throat when he grazes his fingers on the underside of your boob. You’re not wearing a bra, and the fact only excites Jungkook more. 

But he wants to be patient with you, even though he knows that the two of you want this so badly. 

“Can I?” he asks again. 

“Yes,” you give him permission in a whisper. 

With that, he slides the silk fabric up and over your shoulder, his breath stopping in his throat when he sees you. 

“Fuck Y/n,” he breathes out. He looks to you for permission again to touch you, and you nod with a small smile on your face. 

Jungkook gently cups the underside of your breasts, his body leaning forward as he does so. His lips wrap around your nipple and you gasp when he twirls his tongue around your sensitive bud. 

The sensation prompts you to press your hips deeper against his, eliciting the sweetest sound from his throat. His black jeans frustrate him, the barrier is too thick between you and him. 

He sucks on you harder before popping off and transferring his torture to your other nipple. Your pussy feels like it’s almost gushing arousal from his mouth alone. A raspy moan leaves your mouth as he gently bites on your bud, prompting you to tug at his hair. 

“K-Kook,” you moan. “Please,” you beg. 

Jungkook pops off your nipple, his mouth trailing kisses up to your neck. His hands slide up your back, holding you close against his chest as he kisses and sucks on the sweetest parts of your neck. You know he’s learning you, and you’re 100% willing to let him continue. 

“I want you inside of me,” you pant against his ear. “Please, Kook. I want you.” 

Jungkook pulls away, resting his hands on your waist again. 

He looks at you with more seriousness now, although his lips are red and swollen and his skin is starting to shimmer with the slightest bit of sweat. 

“Are you sure?” He asks you again.

“Yes,” you hold his cheek. 

“Okay,” he smiles. 

With that, he stands up with you wrapped around his waist. You know where you’re going, and you giggle against his neck at the fact that this is reality. You’re in his arms, your skin against his, and he’s on his way to make you feel closer to him than you ever have before. This is the only man that you’d let do this to you, you’ve realized. And the relief that it is finally happening makes you giddy and so so happy on the inside. You can’t help but hold him closer. 

Jungkook gently lays you on his sheets. They smell like him, and you feel warm inside when he tops off the scent with himself hovering over you. 

“Have you…you know,” he gulps. “Used anything before?” 

“Like a dildo?” you clarify. 

“Yeah,” he kisses your neck again. He’s completely overwhelmed with you. He can’t stop kissing you, and he doesn't want to stop anytime soon. The urge to mark you as his own–to show every man that you belong to him–is so strong. He can’t help being so proud that this has finally happened. That you’re with him, and that this is the start of something new between the two of you. 

“Other than my fingers,” you sigh. “No, not really.” 

Suddenly, Jungkook stands up, uncomfortably fiddling with the zipper of his jeans. What you said made his dick hurt with arousal. His jeans are too tight on him now, and he wants to feel all of your skin against his. 

You watch him take off his jeans, feeling overwhelmed by the look of his cock springing free underneath his gray Calvin’s. 

“S-Sorry,” he apologizes for the change in pace. “They were getting tight.” 

“I can see why,” you exhale. 

You feel taken aback by Jungkook’s size. It’s still clothed by his boxers, and he already looks like he’s going to rip you open. No wonder he is in such high demand. 

“I’ll prep you,” he promises. “N’ go slow.” 

You watch him give himself a few pumps over his boxers, closing his eyes from the feeling of releasing a little bit of tension. He smiles when his eyes land on your face, your eyes completely fixated on his dick. 

“Something caught your eye?” he laughs at the expression on your face. 

“Shut up,” you smile. 

Your breath stills when he hooks his fingers around the rim of your pants, asking your eyes for permission before he continues. You allow him, and soon you’re left in just a pair of boy shorts with a huge stain soaking at your core. The sight has Jungkook immediately leaning himself on his elbows against the mattress to get a better look. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, sliding his hands on the underside of your thigh. He pushes your legs up, examining you for the first time. “You’re soaked, Y/n.” 

“S-Shut up,” you shy. “Do something already.” 

Jungkook laughs at your embarrassment, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and sliding it up and off your body. 

“As you wish,” he whispers against your core. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth gently envelopes your clit. He sucks on it as you squirm beneath him, the intensity of his pleasure feeling like it’s going to be a lot to handle. 

You slide your fingers into his hair when he plays at your entrance. It’s so wet, and he can’t control himself from sliding his finger in, knuckles deep, as you moan from his actions. 

Your responses only fuel his fire, causing him to lap you up even more, to slip another finger in and curl it up into your g-spot. He can feel you tense, and he knows you’re close. He wants you to get there, but you stop him before he has the chance to. 

“Want you, Kook,” you whine. “I wanna cum with you.” 

“You wanna cum with me?” he restated your statement as a question. 

You nod feverishly against his pillows, your eyes coming to lock with his. 

“I want you inside of me when you make me feel good,” you explain. “That’s how I want it.” 

Jungkook gulps. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard. 

“If that’s how you want it,” he smiles. 

With a swift motion, he gets up to take off his boxers, his dick slapping against his abdomen as he does so. 

It's almost comical how quickly he reaches for a condom in his nightstand drawer, slipping it on while his eyes stay right on yours. They tell you he’s been longing for you for so long. That this moment was one that he always dreamt of, but never thought would become a reality. You can only hope that yours convey the same. 

Jungkook hovers over you again, his tip lining up with your entrance. 

“Are you sure you want this? I can stop right now if you want me to,” he asks you again. There’s a worry in his eyes, as if he doesn’t think he’s the right one to take this from you. 

“I want you, Koo. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Please take me,” you plea. 

You watch that man above you gulp before he kisses the tip of your nose. He rests his elbows on the sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. With a kiss, you feel the burn of being stretched suddenly flood your system. He pushes in slowly, your back arching into him as he struggles to find a normal breathing pace. 

It hurts, but he goes slow. He’s aware of your discomfort, and he wants you to say something before he continues. 

“S’ this okay?” he asks you. 

When you look down, you realize he’s only half way, and your head tilts back against sheets. He’s so big, you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Mmhm,” you grip his shoulders. “You can move, Kook.” 

Jungkook pulls out, and then goes back in quicker and deeper this time. The feeling causes you to dig your nails into the skin of his back, the pain and pleasure bringing you to a high you’ve never felt before. 

“Ahh- Y/n,” Jungkook moans on top of you. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he keeps a steady and slow pace. “You feel so good,” he pants against your skin. 

“F-Faster, Kook,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Mm,” he hums, happily obliging to your request. 

Jungkook speeds up the pace, his hips slapping against yours lewdly. There's so much liquid shared between the two of you, but neither of you care. It feels too good to stop. 

“M’ feel good, baby?” He asks you, hovering his lips above yours. “This what you wanted?” 

“Y-Yes,” you cry, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the name he called you.

Jungkook suddenly takes your hips in his hands firmly. Sitting on the back of his heels, his body towers over you before ramming his hips into yours again. The action causes you to tilt your head back, feeling fuller than you were just a minute ago in this new position. 

“Yeah?” He licks his lips. His face looks demonic–like an actual sex demon is on top of you right now. “This is what you wanted, huh? You wanted to be fucked by this fat cock so bad, didn’t you, hm?” 

Jungkooks fingers grip your hips tighter, slamming them against his own even harder than he did before. You can feel him against your cervix, hitting your g-spot with every exit and entrance of his cock in your pussy. 

“Wanted you so bad, Koo,” you cry. 

You feel your toes start to curl, and a part of you feels scared that you might cum too quickly. You want this to last longer. 

“Yeah?” He bites his lip. Hearing you say that makes his head go fuzzy. The girl he’s wanted for so long, the girl he thought he could never have, is finally his. And he’s a part of something that is so special to you, he feels honored and overwhelmed all at the same time. “You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my dick?” 

“K-Kook,” you whine. “S-Say you wanted me, too. S-Say–” 

“Fuck, Y/n, I wanted you so bad,” he grunts at the thought. He feels angry for the time he’s lost due to thinking one thing when it was actually the other. He could have been with you like this every night. He could have been loving you and holding your hand, and kissing you all day long had he just grown a pair and done it earlier. He should have kissed you at graduation all that time ago. Or maybe even earlier at prom. He’s wanted you all along. And thinking about how he felt when you got together with Taehyung and Soobin made him feel a jealousy he’s never felt before. He can only imagine what he’s done to you. The fact that he had someone new every night to talk to you about makes his heart hurt with the fact that telling you those things might have shattered your heart into dust just as you dating someone else did to his own. 

“I wanted you then, and I want you now, and I want you after,” he continues. “I don’t want to let you go ever again.” 

Your back arches from his words, your neck falling back from the pleasure and the pain all at once. 

“Koo,” you grab onto his wrist. “I think I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah?” He bites his lip again. His hair falls in front of his face as he watches your breasts move with his dick inside of you. “Cum for me baby, I’m not that far behind.” 

Jungkook falls on top of you again. But this time, he brings your legs up over his shoulders, pushing into you even further than before. You’re starting to think he has an endless cock. Every new position he puts you in, you feel another inch inside of you. 

You feel a white heat wash over you, and somehow you see stars as he continuously moves his dick in you harshly. 

“A-Ahh,” you hear him moan. “You’re so tight–m’ gonna cum,” he tells you against your ear. “S’ that–that alright?” 

He holds out until you let him, nodding into his cheek, too blissed out from your orgasm to form a worded response. 

His thrusts get sloppy after you give him permission. The last few of them are hard and deep before you feel his dick pulse inside of you. A stream of sweet moans and your name falls from his lips as he releases inside of you. Out of all the music in the world, this is the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. 

After a few moments to catch a breath, he pulls out, not wanting any of his cum to leak out of the condom as he begins to soften from his post-sex glory. Jungkook kisses you gently, moving your hair off your sweaty face. He kisses your cheek and your forehead before tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“You okay?” he asks you gently. 

You laugh at his question. Hell, you were more than okay. Your best friend, first love, and current love, just took your virginity. Although you know you have a lot to experience in the sexual world, you whole-heartedly believe that it cannot get any better than this. 

“Yes, are you?” you ask him back. 

Jungkook laughs in the same way that you laughed at him. 

“Is it safe to say that you’re my girlfriend now?” he asks. 

“Only if the feeling is mutual.” 

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts, 2023 ]

[pure-smut]

say red.

featuring: Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader

contains: academic rivals to lovers, dom!Iwaizumi, rough s*x, degradation, dirty talk, creampie

note: all characters are over 18!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 2k

series: 1. say red | 2. say red | 3. say red

masterlist

You’d never paid attention to Iwaizumi Hajime. Just another face in the lecture hall, another voice answering questions, another serious guy with a serious face taking things so seriously.

It’s only when you’re paired together to work on a semester-long project that you pay attention to him for the first time. And wow – he’s fucking annoying.

“We need to meet up more than once every two weeks,” Iwaizumi tells you, frowning at your suggestion. “We won’t get enough done before the deadline.”

“It’ll be fiiiine,” you sigh. “The project barely contributes to our grade. All we need to do is pass.”

Iwaizumi narrows his olive eyes at you, entirely displeased.

“How are you,” he bites out. “… top of the class?”

You give him a sweet smile, throwing up a peace sign.

“Because I’m great, obviously.”

You had somewhat noticed that Iwaizumi’s name was always second below yours whenever test scores were published. It’s clear that’s a sticking point for him because he clenches his teeth so hard, you can see a muscle bouncing in his jaw.

“We’re meeting up twice a week,” Iwaizumi says, standing. When you open your mouth to protest, he gives you a hard look. “That’s final.”

You roll your eyes and shrug.

“Fine, fine.” A grin crawls across your face. “Iwa.”

He shoots you a disgusted look.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What, Iwa? It’s cute.”

Iwaizumi pokes his tongue into his cheek and rolls his eyes skyward.

“Whatever.”

With that, he gathers his bag and stomps out of the lecture hall. Your gaze follows the back of him as he disappears, the smile only slipping off your face when he leaves.

“So annoying,” you mutter to yourself, packing up your own things.

But it’s only until the end the semester. You can grin and bear it that long. Plus, it’s like you said before – the project barely impacts your grades. Iwaizumi might want to force you into way too many boring meetings but you have absolutely no intention of cooperating.

*

Iwaizumi messages you his address and a time to come round to work on the project.

Gotta buy a girl dinner first before you invite her to your bedroom, you message him back. He ignores you.

Like most other students, he lives on campus with a few other roommates. You half-expect to see them when you arrive at Iwaizumi’s but he tells you he’s chosen a day when everyone else is out.

“I need some peace and quiet if I’m dealing with you,” Iwaizumi says.

“Flattered,” you reply.

His room is neat and tidy, a smattering of volleyball trophies on the shelves. You vaguely remember that he’s on the college volleyball team but you didn’t know he’s good enough to have trophies. You smooth your features into something neutral so he doesn’t know you’re impressed.

You both sit at his desk, where Iwaizumi’s already set up notepads, pens and sticky notes.

“You’re prepared,” you remark, eliciting a heavy sigh from Iwaizumi.

“I’m sure it seems that way to someone who doesn’t even bring a pencil to class.”

You swing side to side on his wheely chair as Iwaizumi launches into his plan for the project, talking you through the list of bullet points. You make noncommittal noises, your eyes drifting off.

He has kind of a nice face, you think, your gaze dropping from his short dark hair to his sharp jaw. Iwaizumi’s wearing a t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest, the sleeves tight around his biceps. Damn, he’s pretty built, too.

Iwaizumi continues talking as your mind wanders. You wonder if he’s a good kisser. Hmm, probably too serious for that. Only chaste tongueless kisses and missionary in the dark.

You grin at your own thoughts and Iwaizumi stops talking mid-sentence.

“What are you laughing at?” His brow furrows. “You’re not even fucking listening.”

“Uh, no, not really,” you admit, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“Jesus christ…” Iwaizumi puts his elbows on the desk, digging his palms into his eyes.

He wants to launch himself out of the window. How is it possible that you of all people beat him in class? He freezes when he feels your finger trail over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Iwaizumi looks up.

“You’re so tense,” you say. You’re not lying – Iwaizumi’s muscles are like boulders. You give his bicep a poke and realise there’s almost no give. “Maybe that’s why you’re taking this so seriously.”

“You’re just taking this too lightly,” he says, frowning.

You’re looking at him weirdly, your eyes locked onto his, and the way you’re touching his arm is making his cheeks feel warm. What the fuck is going on?

Iwaizumi’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard and you smile, knowing you’ve got him. You stand up to move over and put yourself in Iwaizumi’s lap instead. His thighs are as hard as the rest of him and it feels like sitting in an actual chair. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re kind of cute, y’know,” you say, cocking your head.

“Kind of,” he echoes, giving you a flat look. “Thanks.”

Iwaizumi’s hand rests on your thigh despite his unimpressed tone. You give him a sweet smile and trail a finger along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.

“Maybe you need some stress relief, hm?” you suggest, dragging your finger down to his hard chest.

“And you’re offering?”

“I thought you were supposed to be smart?” You cock an eyebrow. “Obviously, yes.”

Iwaizumi regards you, eyes sharp, and your breath hitches. Your smile nearly falters but you save it in time. It feels like he’s looking through you, into you. It’s a struggle to hold his gaze but you’ve never been one to back down. So you look right back at him.

Iwaizumi’s eyes soften and you see him smile for the first time. No, he smirks.

“Say red,” he tells you. “And I’ll stop.”

“O-okay.” You’re annoyed at yourself for stammering but something’s changed with Iwaizumi and it’s thrown you off.

“Repeat it back to me.”

“If I say red, you’ll stop,” you tell him and he gives a short nod, satisfied.

“Good.”

Iwaizumi stands abruptly, picking you up with him and throwing you on the bed. You yelp at the sudden movement, bouncing softly against the mattress.

“What-?”

You don’t have time to ask what the fuck is happening before Iwaizumi’s on you. He presses his mouth against yours, kissing you roughly. He pushes his body between your legs, forcing them apart to accommodate his thick frame.

One of Iwaizumi’s hands grabs your hip as the other snakes around your throat, holding you with enough force for you to feel it but not so hard you’re gasping. His soft lips are in contrast to the sharp stubble scratching your skin, his tongue sliding over yours.

Okay, I might have been wrong, you think. There’s nothing chaste about this.

Iwaizumi grinds his bulge against your clothed pussy, now exposed to him as he tugs up your dress. The friction through two layers of fabric is teasing, making your hips buck, desperate for more. You moan into his mouth and he squeezes your throat.

“Needy little slut,” he says roughly.

Iwaizumi’s degrading words only serve to turn you on even more. His voice has completely changed, now deep and throaty and utterly commanding. Iwaizumi keeps one hand around your neck as his other reaches down to unbutton his jeans.

“Is this what you want so badly?” he says as he pulls his cock free.

You gasp as it slaps against your mound, sending a spark of pleasure through you. You try to nod but Iwaizumi has your throat in too tight a grip.

“Use your fucking words,” he spits. “Tell me.”

“Y-yes, I want it. Please, I want it.”

Iwaizumi reaches down and you hear a violent rip. You’re not able to look down, your head fixed in place, but there’s a cool breeze across your exposed pussy. Your mouth drops open as you realise he’s ripped your panties clean off.

Iwaizumi smirks at your reaction.

“You act like a slut, you get treated like one.”

The Iwaizumi you knew before, so serious and studious, is long gone. You look up at him, his eyes feral, and realise you’ve severely underestimated who you’re up against. He lines up the fat head of his cock with your dripping hole.

“Look how fucking wet you are already.” Iwaizumi pushes himself inside you and you give a choked moan at the feel of him stretching you. “You don’t even need me to get you started, do you? You’ll spread your legs for fucking anyone.”

Iwaizumi’s flurry of degradation is making your pussy drool for him, only spurring you both on. But a nugget of defiance forms in your chest, even as tears stick to your lashes.

“This what your needy little pussy wants?” he demands, pushing in deeper to bottom out.

His cock feels so fucking good, dragging against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you to make your whole body feel like it’s on fire, but your determination not to let him take over fully kicks in.

“Y-yes, Iwa,” you breathe out.

Iwaizumi’s jaw clenches.

“I told you not to fucking call me that,” he grits out.

As if to punctuate, he starts to pound at you hard. Every slam pushes you closer to the edge, sending a jolt through your body to the tips of your toes. His large hand around your neck is delicious, pinning you beneath him as he fucks you raw. You sink your nails into his forearm, lustful whimpers falling from your lips.

“S-sorry…” you gasp. “… Iwa.”

Iwaizumi growls, moving faster and setting a brutal pace.

“Fucking brat.”

You don’t have the strength to talk back anymore. Iwaizumi’s cock is pulling you to the edge, making your eyes roll back in your skull as he rips an orgasm from you. Your pussy clenches down like a vice grip around his cock and a moan escapes Iwaizumi’s throat.

“Fuck… fuck…” he groans.

Iwaizumi fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, wanting to watch you bounce under him. Your walls are so slick, so hot, so fucking tight. You’re tearing down all his restraint, moaning so sweetly even as his fist is wrapped around your throat. He knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“I’m… gonna cum…” Iwaizumi says, voice hoarse.

“Inside me,” you plead. “Cum inside me, Iwa.”

Your words tip him over the edge.

His grip tightens on your neck, almost making you dizzy, as he thrusts once, burying himself fully. The moan he makes as he comes undone inside you is intoxicating, satisfying in a way you can’t explain. Iwaizumi’s chest heaves as he half-collapses on top of you, his arms shaking as he holds himself up.

Neither of you say anything, breathless and sweat-slicked.

“Well.” You break the silence with a grin. “I dunno about you but I definitely feel better.”

Iwaizumi’s serious face returns as he rolls his eyes, pulling away from you. He tugs a few tissues free from a box on his nightstand, handing them to you first before himself.

“What a gentleman,” you coo, cleaning yourself up.

“It’s polite. I’m not a savage.”

“The way you fuck says different.”

Even though you’ve still got his cum spilling out of you, Iwaizumi’s ears go pink at your comment. He ignores you and buttons his jeans back up. Cute, you think with a smile.

You point at your destroyed underwear.

“And you ruined my panties. That was rude.”

Iwaizumi’s cheeks tint as he blushes harder.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Finished cleaning yourself up, you hop off his bed and straighten your dress. “I’ll just make sure I’m not wearing any next time.”

Iwaizumi stills.

“Next time?”

“Duh.” You put a hand on your hip. “That was great, right? And my head feels totally clear. I think I’m actually ready to listen to your project plan or whatever.”

You take a seat at his desk, hands clasped demurely on your lap and smiling sweetly.

“Twice a week you said?”

[redrandomposts]

LMAO YES ACTUALLY bc i literally CANNOT stop thinking abt the alnst x orv crossover it's insane

till wants to sponsor ivan so he can help protect the bastard but ivan's been advised by dokja to not take this mysterious constellation that they know nothing about of, so ivan remains sponsorless for most of the scenarios until dokja convinces him to take on hades (technically ivan's adoptive grandfather lmao) as a sponsor

and till's in his lil pocket dimension wondering if he should laugh or cry. the ONE time he wants ivan to pick him and ivan just... DOESNT 😭

— 🌦️

hi 🌦️!!

have u ever considered that ivan will actually exploit his sponsor??

kim dokja is like... nahhhhh its too much for me this is a much better approach *jumps off bridge*

but ivan and his alien... he basically was just there and garnered info

and i think we need a new constellation name for till. secretive plotter is good and all... except till's not really secretive... nor a plotter. i cannot imagine till plotting anything other than his love life, and that's more of a fantasy than anything. rebellious musician or something?

here's what i'm thinking: ivan 100% knows his father(s) are unreliable. he will watch them and follow them to a certain extent, then completely deviate from whatever plots they've got going on. ivan is fine with dying, but does not want to be naked on star stream due to clothes burned off; that sorta deal. (kdj's little dragon lmaooooo)

guys am i changing up my mind i have no idea im not looking at my previous posts cause im scared

anyways y'know... kdj passed up the sponsors because he didn't want to be bound, but he did encourage his companions to choose one actually! guys i haven't touched orv in so long and i'm not touching it anytime soon it's angst paradise.

hades sponsor does sound fun though... hmmmm

idk man i think you would not want your grandparents to watch you stream. the money they give every year is more than welcomed, but watching you streaming..? i think ivan does not have the mental power for that

ANYWAYS guys let there be sponsor x person kdj and yjh narrowly missed that one and i wanna see it. i just wanna see till spending all his probability on ivan, coin after coin, while other constellations are confused. because, well, till has lived many lifetimes and probably gathered coins and probability and whatnot. and it'd be funny.

ivan: my clothes are torn (small rip on sleeve)

till (1): alright buddies, i think ivan would look stunning in this cyberpunk outfit

till (2): are you kidding? this skin-tight motorcycle suit is much better!

till (3): i think the best thing to do is give him one of our shirts!

till (2): !!! will that fit him?

till (4): just give him all of it, guys!

ivan: ???

constellations: ??????? who the fuck buys clothing? just give him an artifact??

guys i think im delusional

[ambeauty]

Ok so for my next SydCarmy fic.. I really felt the need to put them in a precarious situation 👀 Preview under the cut for what I’m calling

“Sydney, Baby, Use Your Head”

Her braids flopped over her shoulders as her body wretched for the last time. The last remains of the few bites of family she managed on the concrete on the side of the dumpster when she felt a warm hand on her back. It was familiar. Instead of freezing up which was her usual response to most physical touch, she relaxed into him. His hand rubbed soothing circles up her back and smoothed her braids behind her as she choked up the last of it.

“Finished?” His soft voice ensuring she was done melted through her consciousness.

“Yeah, yeah I think so.” She goes to lift her arm to her mouth before he stops her.

“Don’t you dare use that sleeve. Here.” Ever protective of his investment, he hands her a towel and a carton of water which she swishes around before spitting it out next to her. “You haven’t gotten sick in a while. You okay?” Carmy’s eyes raise suspiciously, daring her to lie to him again.

“I mean I think so. Something just didn’t sit right with me today. I’ll be good.”

“Good. Wanna stay over tonight?” He looks up at her earnestly, hand on his chin as he waits for her to answer.

“Good to know me hacking up my guts turns you on.” She smiles at him before laughing in his face.

“Shut the fuck up. I just want to make sure you’re straight.” He pulls her in by her shoulder before walking them back into the kitchen for clean up. She pulls out her phone checking her calendar. There’s a red dot where today is indicating that her period was supposed to start. But it hadn’t. So she was in the clear for whatever their night held.

This added benefit to their relationship started six months ago. They were working at the apartment on some new heat for their early spring menu. Their movements around the kitchen fluid like water. Carmy working in his signature fitted white tee, his muscles rippled from his biceps more than normally as he opened a jar for Sydney. She was in a tank top, braids gathered in a bun at the top of her head. His eyes trailed the sheen of sweat building on the smooth skin of her lithe neck and down the front of her décolletage. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy. She wasn’t trying to seduce. And he wasn’t either, but his big earnest ocean eyes, framed with long light brown lashes and his curly dirty blonde hair, weren’t helping his case.

“Why you staring at me?” Sydney looks up at him, brown eyes full of wonder, as he pulls her from the flour she was mixing.

“Why you staring at me?” He replied skin at the base of his neck immediately flushing with embarrassment at being caught by her.

“Nuh uh. I asked you first Carm. What’s up? Do I have something on my face?”

“No Syd. Not at all. Remember what I said about caring about everything more than anything.”

“Yeah of course. We’re getting that star.” She winked as she reached up to grab something else from his cabinets, her top rising up exposing the soft expanse of brown skin.

“But never more than you care about yourself. Are you taking care of yourself Syd?” His voice dangerously low as he wiggled his nose suspiciously.

“I mean the best I can. I’m with you all the time. What do you think?”

“That’s kind of the problem. If you’re with me all of the time, then how would I know that all your needs are being met?”

She raised her eyebrows at him and then shook her head. “All the needs that I need to be met are met. The only thing that I need that hasn’t been met is getting that star. So focus and get me the star Carm.” She handed him a spoon of what she had been mixing and as he picked it up their fingers brushed. She ignored the jolt of electricity that was creeping through her forearm and heading south.

“If there’s other needs I can meet. I’d be willing to.” He says mouth full, nodding his head in approval.

“You are very fucking casual about this Carm.” She chuckles nervously. She looks at him and he’s not smiling just staring at her, with the look he had been giving her throughout the day. “So you’re deadass?” Now was her time to blush as her hand nervously went up to touch her neck.

“Umm yeah. It could be easy. We both have needs and we’re with each other all the time.”

“I thought you were a fucking psycho chef that didn’t have needs.” She poked at him using his own brand of self deprecation.

“Well if you weren’t so pretty, it might be easier to ignore them. But I can’t help nature, Sydney. And I know you can’t either. I know how you look at me too.”

[cloudlessly-light]

Love like mine 5/12

A/N: Hey everyone! Just a little heads up that this is a non-smut chapter that isn’t based on an ask. It’s a bit of a filler chapter but it’s definitely necessary for our idiots to get their shit together. Oh and I also added a chapter to this story, look at me not having my crap figured out lol. Title: Love like mine (5/12) Chapter title: You know I’m solid gold Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 2,3k Rating: Explicit   Warnings (for this chapter): Angst, cheating

The knock on her door comes in the dead of night. She hadn’t expected it, was barely awake as she fumbled with her gun for a moment until she looked through the peephole and saw Aaron on the other side. It’s been two days since she had last seen him, two days since he pushed her against a wall and covered her mouth with his hand as he fucked her with his wife and their friends just downstairs.

She opens the door and it’s like a flashback to the first time all those months ago, he looks angry, tension radiating from him and her eyebrow raises in question.

“Haley’s left.” He says and as her mouth opens in surprise he pushes past her inside her apartment.

“Excuse me?” She watches as he rids himself of his shoes, ignores the way her eyes linger on his biceps as they flex in the short sleeved polo shirt he’s wearing.

“You heard me.” He goes straight for the scotch in her liquor cabinet, pours himself a glass and waits until Emily is sitting down next to him on the couch.

“She left you?” She feels anxiety knotting in her stomach at those words, because this wasn’t the plan. This was messy, complicated, everything she knew it would become but didn’t want. “Did she find out… about us?” She asks carefully and a dry chuckle falls from his lips.

“No, she simply had enough I guess. But nothing is final, she’s taking a few days to think about everything.” He takes a large gulp of the amber liquid in his glass just as she sighs, a sound of relief coming from her as she relaxes some.

“I’m sorry.” She says then, her hand squeezing his wrist for a second. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” He relaxes back against the couch. Haley had left the day after the barbeque, it had barely been more than twenty-four hours, too little time for him to gather his thoughts properly, he knew that. And yet, he couldn’t seem to stay away from Emily.

“I know you didn’t want this.” She watches him intently, can see how his mind runs a hundred miles an hour, waits for him to break, to yell or cry or hell even fuck away whatever pain he must be feeling. But it doesn’t come. Instead he looks at her with something close to acceptance.

“If I was completely happy with her, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.” The second the words were out the air around them shifted, like him admitting that he hadn’t been happy changed everything between them.

Actually, it kind of did.

“So what does this mean?” She doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath as she waits for his response until he leans forward again and takes her hand.

“It means that this, you, I apparently think is worth throwing my marriage away over. I don’t want to stop this, whatever this is.” He can see the exact moment when she guards herself, the way her eyes harden just slightly enough for him to know. He’s never met someone so good at closing themselves off from their feelings, it’s a trait he sometimes envied.

“I’m not falling in love with you.” She stands from the couch and hears him do the same.

“Did I ask you to?” He knows that whatever they were, it wasn’t something that could last. But that didn’t mean he wanted to give it up. Whatever small part of him that found peace inside her apartment, was worth it even if it was only temporary. When her eyes meet his, he smiles a little, the corner of his mouth lifting into a teasing grin.

“So, Haley is going to think about things and until she’s made a decision, we’re what? Going back to our normal?” The sarcasm drips off her tongue but he doesn’t seem fazed as he slowly walks closer to her.

“Is that so bad?” He brushes some of dark locks behind her ear and when she doesn’t move away from his touch he takes that as a win. “Nothing’s really changed. Not yet at least.” It’s stupid, being there with her, he knew that whatever they were feeling had moved from simply attraction to something else, something deeper. And that’s the exact reason why he should stay away from her.

“You might be getting a divorce. That changes everything.” She tries to think clearly, but his cologne is invading her senses, his proximity making her mind hazy and body heat up. She wonders when she lost her sanity, when she let herself start to care for him. “Maybe we should stop this, go back to just being colleagues.”

“Is that what you want?” His arm wraps around her, his warm hand spreading over the small of her back as he pulls her close. Her hands land on his chest, her dark eyes searching his but even in the darkness of her apartment he can see the familiar want that pools in her brown orbs.

She knows she should say yes, knows that she should push him away and stop this, whatever they were. But then she hears his low voice, a rumble from his chest as he says her name, feels the heat of his body against hers and she shakes her head.

“No.” She whispers and she sees him smiling before he leans down to press his lips against hers.

The kiss felt like a promise, of what she didn’t know.

“This isn’t just sex anymore, is it?” She can hear the slight tremble in her voice, fear of admitting something they had both known for months finally being said out loud.

“I don’t think it ever was.” His voice drops down to a whisper, dark eyes intent on hers as he leans down to press another chaste kiss against her lips.

When she takes him to her bed that night, it’s with unresolved feelings and words hidden against skin as they avoid everything they need to talk about.

*

Haley walks into the house she’s called home for the last decade. It’s silent and dark, not a trace of Aaron. He wasn’t away on a case, she knew that much, so where would he be early in the morning on a Sunday? In the back of her mind she knew, had known for weeks, that he was having an affair. Admitting that had been the hardest part, but the signs were there, the late nights, the smell of a faint perfume that she knew she recognized but couldn’t place, the way he would lie about meetings at the office.

She hadn’t dared to question him, had chalked everything up to coincidence, blamed his job for everything that was wrong with them. If she was completely honest they hadn’t been working for a long time, she hated his schedule, hated feeling like she was always his second choice. Then they had Jack and things didn’t change, he was still putting his job before her, before them, and she knew that things wouldn’t change. She told him that she couldn’t do this, couldn’t be in this house and left the following morning with Jack.

And now she was back, barely twenty-four hours later and he wasn’t there, he was with another woman.

She should be angry, should be furious at him for doing this to her. But all she feels is a sick form of indifference. That should tell her everything.

When Aaron comes home Haley is there, making dinner like they hadn’t fought, like she hadn’t left. But there’s tension in her shoulders, her eyes cold as she turns to look at him.

“Hi.” He doesn’t try to touch her, instead he kisses Jack on the head as he passes him and then sits by the table where she’s just putting plates out.

“I want a divorce.” She says it quickly, like the words have been on the tip of her tongue for hours. He realizes that they probably had. “And I think you do too.”

“That’s not true.” He tries but the way her eyes flash with something close to fury makes him pause. He can tell that she wants to say something, that she’s holding something back but in the end she stays quiet and simply looks at him. “Is there any chance for us to work this out?”

“I don’t know. Is there?” She wants to give him the chance to tell her, wants to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“I’m not quitting my job Haley.” He says it softly, and she sighs. For a moment he thinks about telling her about Emily, if they’re separating then there wasn’t a point of hiding it anymore. But he doesn’t want to hurt her further, knows that he’s already done enough damage in their marriage. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t lie to me.” She feels the first tear make its way down her cheek and she angrily wipes it away. “I think we both know that this isn’t just about your job at the BAU, Aaron.”

“What are you-”

“I know Aaron!” She cuts him off, the anger that she’s felt for the last few weeks finally erupting. “I know that you’re having an affair, that you have been for months.”

For a few seconds there’s nothing but silence, Aaron looking at her with something close to regret, watches as the woman he’s known and loved for so many years starts to crumble before him.

“I’m sorry.” He says again and in the moment he knows that it’s nowhere near enough, knows that he can’t do anything to try and make this better. Haley knew and their marriage was over. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that it was over the second he met Emily. It was unfair, it was not what he had wanted, but it’s too late, the choices he made were impossible to take back.

“Don’t.” She put her hand up to stop whatever excuse he was going to come up with. “We had our problems I won’t deny that. But I never thought you would do this.”

“I know. I didn’t either.”

“Who is she?” She wiped a few more tears away as she watched the way he sat slumped, nowhere near the man she was so used to seeing. He looked ashamed, looked embarrassed and that made satisfaction run through her. At least he was decent enough to feel guilty.

“It doesn’t matter.” No good would come from Haley knowing that he had been having an affair with a woman the total opposite of herself.

“It does to me.” She chuckles, the sound sarcastic and cold. “So I know her then.” When his dark eyes meet hers she feels the last of her resolve breaking. “Tell me.”

He stays quiet for long moments, the tension in the room thick and uncomfortable in a way it never had been between them before.

“You owe me this.” She whispers and he closes his eyes tight. She was right, he realized.

“It’s someone from work.” He finally said and he heard her sharp intake of air, saw the exact moment she put the pieces together and how something close to agony flashed over her face.

“It’s Emily.”

“Yes.”

*

He tells her the following day at the office, tells her that Haley knew, that they were getting a divorce, that he was moving out. And it’s a whirlwind of emotions.

“She knows that it’s me?” She looks out the window of his office, sees how people are starting to arrive at work. They didn’t have time for this conversation and she silently curses him for telling her first thing.

“Yes.” He wants to reach for her but stays planted behind his desk as he watches her react to everything.

“We should stop. We can’t do this.” She turns to face him and he nods slowly. “This is too complicated. And… you need time, you need to think this through.” It wasn’t what she wanted, but then again wherever they had started out as was not where they were now, somewhere down the line she had begun to care for him. And that terrified her.

“You’re right.” He says softly and she walks towards him. “I never meant for this to become… well this.”

“If memory recalls, I was the one pursuing you.” She offers him a smile and lets her hand graze his quickly. “I’m sorry for this.”

“Don’t be. If it hadn’t been you, I think we still would have ended up separated. She wasn’t happy, I wasn’t what she needed.” His eyes quickly flitted to the window to make sure that no one was walking on the catwalk before gently lifting her head with his finger under her chin. “And she wasn’t what I needed either.”

“We’ve made a real mess of things.” She chuckles dryly as she steps back from him, she needed to get to her desk, couldn’t be in here when the rest of the team walked in. “But we’re okay. No hard feelings, right?”

“Right.” He promises, because as much as he didn’t want them to stop she was right, they needed some space, he needed some distance, needed to clear his head. He watches as she leaves with a nod, how she carefully schools her features before exiting his office and he sighs heavily.

When Emily sits back at her desk only a few moments later she ignores the way her heart is hammering in her chest and how she can feel his eyes on her from above.

“Fuck.”

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Forbidden knowledge and the one time you're allowed to use it

Warnings: heavy angst and I mean that!! I cried so much writing this and have debated abandoning it several times!!

Listen to this for the full experience because that's what I listened to while writing this.

---

"I really don't think we should be doing this..." Sizhui tried, pulling onto one of Jingyi's sleeves. He swatted Sizhui's hand away, and he picked up some random book, a decidedly different one from what Hanguang-Jun had told them to get when he handed them the token for access in the forbidden section of the library.

"C'mon, aren't you even a little bit curious what's in here?" Jingyi replied, flipping through the pages of the book. "It's not like there's anyone to tell on us or anything, and who knows when we'll get the chance to snoop around here again?"

"Maybe there's a reason why we aren't allowed here so liberally, Jingyi... We should just go..."

"Sizhui, my man, live a little." And Jingyi tossed him a heavy book. "See what's in there, look for anything that's very powerful and very forbidden."

"And exactly why do you want to learn very powerful and very forbidden things?" Sizhui asked, suspicious, though he began sifting through the book as told.

"Because I'm curious and I also want to be the coolest guy around, obviously!"

"Jingyi, you can be cool without using whatever forbidden techniques are written in these books, you know?"

"Yeah, but what's cooler than the forbidden and the occult?"

"Not getting punished to do handstands for 12 hours..." Sizhui mumbled, sending a talisman to the ornate doors of the library to warn him if anybody walked in. He'd lie if he said he wasn't curious too, but it felt a bit too risky to just waltz around in the Lan sect's dark knowledge dungeon like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Still, he reasoned, he'd already broken the rules by disobeying a superior and he'd already looked into a book that he hadn't been allowed to - he'd get punished either way. And perhaps Jingyi had been right, it was incredibly rare for junior cultivators to be allowed into the forbidden section of the library, might as well make the best of it.

---

The night hunt had gone haywire so quickly and so unexpectedly that Sizhui and Jingyi hadn't even had time to think of the tipping point that led to their current situation. One moment they were slaying a small horde of fierce corpses, the next they found themselves trapped in the strangest array they had ever seen, with a literal army of ghouls attacking them from all directions.

They tried asking for help - they sent all of their flares flying, but that strange array blocked them, extinguishing the firework-like signal before it lit up the sky.

There was no time to think of how to break the array, not with corpses and demons jumping at them ceaselessly, fueled by such resentment that it backed the two cultivators into a corner, back to back, trying to protect themselves and each other, struggling for a solution, for survival.

---

"Hey, Sizhui, look at this!"

The book depicted a figure gathering their qi in the center of their chest, manifesting it as a large, powerful sphere.

"Apparently, this is some kind of ultimate technique that can destroy a large number of enemies and purify cursed land, break any curse or spell and is largely invincible. Isn't that cool?"

Sizhui read over the page around the drawing and frowned. "This technique... anyone who uses it dies. Painfully. It requires draining your life force out of your body, and in order to do that it..."

He tore his eyes from the book and shut it closed. "Let's just go, Jingyi."

---

"No!" Sizhui shouted, blocking another fierce corpse's strike. "No way, no!"

"What else is there left?!" Jingyi shouted back, throwing the last of his talismans against their assailants. "Nobody's coming, and we're running out of time and energy already! How much longer do you think we can go like this? A few minutes at most!"

"I fucking said no!" Sizhui all but growled, eyes fierce. "I'm not doing that! And I'm not letting you do it either!"

---

"What are you writing there?" Sizhui asked, peering over his friend's shoulder. He expected to find some silly romance story or a journal entry - but his eyes darkened in disapproval instead as his eyes recognized the writing. "Jingyi."

"I know you disapprove, but hey, it could be useful!"

"Why are you so hung up on that particular thing? Did you like reading about how you'd die if you used it that much?"

"That's not it." Jingyi shook his head, "There's a rule about using it. Apparently it doesn't work just when you want it to. Your body and your spirit would fight it unless this condition is met."

Sizhui hated that his interest was piqued. "What condition?"

"The condition is-"

---

Sizhui screamed, pain tearing through him as the corpse's claws dug into his chest, tearing the fine material of his robes and the delicate layer of skin underneath.

Jingyi cut it down before it could do any more damage, and rushed to help Sizhui balance as he burnt the very last talisman he had to keep the monsters at bay.

"Sizhui... come on, we can't go on like this forever."

Sizhui tried to steady himself but the pain and the damage of past injuries caught up to him, collapsing onto the ground even as Jingyi held him. "No- Jingyi, no, I can't-"

Jingyi wiped the blood off his face with a small smile. "I'll do it, it's okay."

Tears filled Sizhui's eyes, his hands coming to grip his friend's wrists. "No, no, please, don't... there has to be another way..."

Jingyi tried to keep the smile on his face and ignore the tears threatening to fall down his own face. "There is no other way. Not this time."

Sizhui pulled his friend into the tightest hug he could muster, shaking with the force of it and his sobs. Or perhaps they weren't only his own. They had imagined their lives so many times, the future twin jades of Lan, honoring their sect and their seniors for decades to come, growing up together, building families and worthy reputations, helping people.

All of those things, they would never come true. There would be no future and nothing to share. No together, nothing at all.

"Let go, A-Yuan. The talisman's going to burn out soon." Jingyi mumbled, trying to hide the shake in his voice as he spoke into his friend's shoulder.

"Just a little longer."

Jingyi swallowed the hard lump in his throat and gently pushed Sizhui away. "It's going to be okay. You don't have to look."

But there was no way Sizhui would be able to close his eyes, there was no way he would convince himself to be blind to his friend's - no, his brother's sacrifice. The least he could do was look, admire his bravery and his power and his love, and catch his body as it would fall, limp and lifeless, to the ground.

Jingyi took in a deep breath, his expression steely, determined. Sizhui could never imagine himself so courageously facing death, and he wants to scream his cowardice and his weakness and his sorry to the man that would give his life just to save Sizhui's.

Slowly, Jingyi began coaxing his qi outside of his body, thin, white streams of energy coiling around one another in front of his chest. His brows furrowed, in pain, but he said nothing, uttered nothing of his discomfort, only the thinnest ribbon of blood falling from his lips. He'd bitten his tongue.

The sphere started taking more shape now, tragically beautiful in its wielder's hands, and it was for a brief second that Jingyi turned his head and opened his eyes to take one last look towards Sizhui, a serene, resigned, painless smile on his face.

...and then, for a few seconds, blinding light swallowed everything, all the beasts, the forest, the array, the moon, the stars and the entire world. For a few seconds, there was nothing, nothing but the gut-wrenching scream Sizhui let out.

---

"The condition is that you can only use this technique if somebody you couldn't live without is in mortal danger."

---

The light died out, and the world returned to its muted, dark colors. There were no more corpses, no more monsters, no more wounds on Sizhui's body.

There was no more Jingyi.

Nothing was left.

Not even ashes, not even a shred of clothing, nothing at all.

---

"This technique... it destroys the spirit... there's nothing left after, no reincarnation, no chance to respond to Inquiry, nothing at all. It's like you never even existed, ever."

"But if you think about it... it's not something you use lightly. The condition says you can only use it for someone you can't live without. If they die, isn't that the same thing as having your soul destroyed?"

---

It started to rain.

Jingyi used to hate the rain.

[spectrechosts]

April Fools - Chapters 25-27

The plan goes awry, the Queen is sick again, and the Knight gets some answers.

Full Series

DAY 25: BLACK AND WHITE

The Queen is sick again.

The Queen is sick again and her family is here and the plan is fucked and she's going to die and the Fool can't do anything about it because she's just a fucking jester and all she can do is prance around and host the party because the Queen insisted, when she could still form coherent sentences, that they could still make the trap work.

"Pray, listen well honored guests!" She calls, to the gathered vultures at the banquet table.

If they hear her, they don't indicate it.

"As I'm sure you all know, Her Majesty cares quite deeply about family. Especially in these… complicated times, it's important to have people she can trust. That care for her as much as she cares for them. Each of you have helped make her into the ruler she is today, with your benevolent guidance through her troubled life."

In her opinion this speech is laying it on too thick, but Her Highness did write it herself.

Do they really believe her, when she says such things?

"Now, as I'm sure you all also know, Her Majesty has once again fallen quite severely ill." She says, and she pauses for a brief acknowledgment and some halfhearted well wishes.

These bastards- she can't even tell who wants the Queen dead because it's so clear to her that not one of them cares if she lives. They barely even try to hide it. Why bother? The Queen's not here, the Knight's not here, only the Fool and the serving staff.

Things would be much easier, in black and white. If she had the good relatives who were kind and caring and would never ever hurt her, and the evil who plotted her demise out of the blackness of their hearts.

But she doesn't. She has greedy relatives, all of whom know that they stand to benefit greatly from her lady's demise. Some of them are just more patient than the others, less willing to get their hands dirty.

"Regardless, she wishes for the festivities to continue in her absence. Please, make merry where she cannot, and may the joy in your hearts soothe her ailing body!"

That's met with weak toasts and 'hear hear!'s, and the den of snakes feasts. She just sits and listens, painfully aware of the Assassin's stiletto that she has hidden in her sleeve, that she cannot use it to protect her lady because that is not the plan.

"Did you hear? She's fond of her own knight, can you believe-"

"-that assassin, I keep telling her we can't trust the southern kingdoms-"

"-and you know, you know these things only happen because she's- well, I shouldn't say, but-"

Her role in this plan sucks. Everything about this sucks. The Queen's family sucks.

"-and what I heard was it was her and her knight and the jester- yes, that jester-"

"-wonderful, she is, but the other nations think we're weak, you don't see assassins striking at-"

"-sure, sure, it's not her fault how she is, but this is the real world, if she isn't up to it then-"

They continue like this, speaking openly because the only ones who can hear are beneath them and so may as well not exist.

And the whole time, it's the same. All of them, tearing down the Queen as she lays dying. The only valuable intel she can glean is that Her Majesty needs both to be hugged very tightly and to never speak with these people again.

And then, after hours of this, they scatter through the halls. All ostensibly retiring for the night, one of them doubtlessly about to attempt murder.

The Fool retires to her chambers as well, changes into one of the few outfits she brought with her when she arrived in the castle.

Free of the chiming of bells, she vanishes into the dark halls.

~~~

DAY 26: FOILED PLOTS AND NEAR ESCAPES

The Knight is stuffed into Her Majesty's closet.

Not in the metaphorical sense, nor in whatever innuendo the Fool would likely come up with. She's literally in the closet. She barely fits in there- the Fool would say something to that, too. She didn't use to think these things, and now they just pop into her head unprompted. Worse, they almost make her laugh- but this is really the only attempt at stealth she can make.

She is wedged in with the Queen's clothes, in full armor, because someone is going to try and kill her tonight. And she has to let them try. She has to hide, and not sit by her lady's side and soothe her, and let a killer get close enough to her that there's no doubt what's happening.

The Queen writhes in her bed.

It's a bad one, she can tell; as if Her Majesty wasn't already in enough danger. There's a healer assigned to come check on her every hour, so as to leave a wide gap for someone to sneak in, and it simply isn't enough.

Her body is killing itself, cooking her from within. And the entire plan hinges on her not doing anything about it.

She has to just watch her die.

The door creaks open, and in the dim light the Knight watches one of her lady's aunts enter the room. She closes the door behind her, and slowly moves to the Queen's side.

Not yet.

She sits beside her on the bed, and wipes the sweat from her forehead. The Queen groans and squirms at the touch, and her aunt shushes her.

"It's okay." She whispers. "You're okay. You'll feel better soon."

Not yet.

She sighs, brushing the Queen's sweat-slicked hair out of her face. "You poor, poor girl." She says, as she takes a pillow out from under her head. "It's all going to be okay now."

NOW.

The Queen struggles weakly as her aunt begins to smother her, and the Knight crashes out of her hiding place, on a fucking warpath.

"You-! I-!"

The aunt's words are cut off as her head swiftly and brutally collides with Her Majesty's nightstand. She crumples to the floor like a rag doll, and tries to scramble away on her hands and knees. The Knight stomps on her back, pinning her to the ground before shackling her.

And then, heart racing, she stops.

She takes a moment to check on the Queen, to wipe her down with cool water. To watch her relax, momentarily relieved from her suffering. The tempest in her heart slowly dissipates, reassured that the Queen will be fine. She'll throw the murderous snake into the deepest, darkest dungeon they have, and then she'll sit at her lady's side where she belongs.

It's done. It's over.

~~~

DAY 27: IN THE DUNGEONS

The Queen's aunt groans as she's roughly tossed into a cell, and the Knight slams the door behind her.

"Why?" She hisses.

The prisoner just grunts, trying to twist herself into a seated position against the back wall.

The Knight slams her gauntleted fist into the bars loudly, making her flinch. She doesn't have time for games, she needs to get back to the Queen's side.

"WHY!?"

"You wouldn't understand, guard dog." The noblewoman spits. "Politics are beyond your like."

"Try me." The Knight seethes.

"You know why." Says the Queen's aunt, and she winces and coughs up blood.

"If you want a healer to look at that, you'll stop stalling."

"Ooh, touchy! What would Her Majesty think?" She says, wiping her bloodied mouth on her shoulder. "I'll tell you what she'd think: 'oh no, that's too mean, we should patch her up and let her go and tell her we're sorry', because she's weak. Because she's a weak, sickly little pushover that can't handle the responsibilities of her throne."

"Our kingdom thrives." The Knight says, furious. "The people love her."

"Our kingdom is dependent on our neighbors. We trade, when we could conquer. Become a superpower none could stand against, relying on no one, the whole continent needing our resources. We could rule over all!"

The Knight scoffs.

"Really? That's what this is about? Dragging us into war after war because we don't own everything?" She says, shaking her head. "You think not wanting that makes her weak?"

"No, I think that that's a result of her being weak. I know she's weak because I've met her."

"You make me sick." The Knight spits, clutching the pommel of her sword. "You'll weep with joy for that so-called weakness, the things she'll stop me from doing to you."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"So that's the grand plan? You're what, fifth in line for the throne? You just keep killing until you're Queen, and then you can have your wonderful little war? It's idiotic."

"No it isn't! This is what I mean, you don't understand politics!" The prisoner snaps. "This is bigger than the throne, the war will raise everyone up! All that land to be parceled out, all those new subjects to tax, it'll make us all rich! That's why we all agreed that she-"

She snaps her mouth shut, and the Knight's eyes go wide.

"Oh, you bastards." She says, horrified, backing away from the cell bars and rushing up the stairs. "You absolute bastards, the lot of you!"

[blametheeditor]

Just thought of smth

one of the normally giants gets shrunk down by William and they have to navigate the pizzeria during a special adult only event and it’s horrible for them. No kids to think of them as toys, but only huge adults who don’t look down and have been drinking or whatever people do at parties. Eventually they get their co-workers attention and get pocketed but even that’s a bad experience since it’s a pant pocket and the person is working so they forget the tiny is there so random things drop in the pocket.

wow this was long .-.

just an idea dump that I thought was cool, hope u can use it!

Honestly, this was such a fun prompt, Anon! I switched it up a bit, made it a bit more chaotic, but I hope you like it!

Content Warning: Cursing, mentions of death, mentions of getting crushed

Mike’s just happy to be here

_________________________

Mike wasn’t really familiar with events that dealt with making a good impression for a company. 

David had seemed to immediately understand what William was wanting and had no issues getting everything set up. Scott explained it was apparently something that Fazbear Corporation used to do when Henry was still a partner. It had to stop after 1987, because inviting investors and acting as if certain events didn’t happen at that very place would’ve been the worst thing to do. 

But now that it’s been over twenty years, and David worked his ass off for an entire year to overwrite the infamous rumors and past surrounding Fazbear’s, it was apparently time to finally do something for public relations.

Mike didn’t understand all of the details, Eggs groaned loudly when he heard what was happening, but they were both put on the roster for helping with it. At least the blond was happier when he was put with the waiting staff, and Mike didn’t mind he was to help with security considering that’s what he did best. David and Scott would be the ones doing the important tasks of talking with everyone invited and giving speeches. William wasn’t going to be there due to himself still having a bad reputation. 

All of it was confusing for Mike, and for once in his life he was uncomfortable standing in a Fazbear location after walking through the door two hours before the event was to start. He didn’t fight Scott when his mentor pulled him aside to hand over a uniform completely different from his night shift one. But he finally managed to gather enough courage to speak for the first time that day when there was hesitation to put the night watch cap back on his head. 

“Phone Guy, I’m going to fuck something up.” 

Scott raises an eyebrow. “The manager at your location says you’re a better day guard than the one actually hired whenever you need to pick up the shift. It’ll be just like that.” 

Mike admits that actually makes him feel better. The idea that he’s just watching over a birthday party without hell spawns running around. “What if some assholes asks me a goddamn question? Or gets pissed off for no reason.” 

Because he was good at angering people who dress like David without even doing anything. He never figured out how or why, but their douche bag was a good example of immediately disliking Mike only after two seconds of initially meeting each other. 

“I think you’ll be safe from random questions,” Scott says. He finally sets Mike’s night cap off to the side and instead puts a regular ‘security’ cap on the younger’s head instead. “If they do, or someone decides to give you a hard time, call Eggs for help.” 

Mike glances down at his attire. Accepts that while it might be a bit stiffer and fancier than his usual, it wasn’t completely different. Eggs was the one who had to do a total switch from button-up t-shirt to a long-sleeve, vest, and bowtie. 

“This sucks!” 

“You look good, Eggs.” 

“Don’t you dare compliment me!” 

“You'll both do fantastic,” Scott smiles. 

“If they don’t, they’ll have William on their asses,” David growls as he appears around a corner. One look at Mike and the night guard prepares himself for a lecture as hazel eyes immediately widen. “Are you nervous?” 

“I’m pretty sure my ass is going to get fucking yelled at for a shitty reason at some point.” 

“Fifty bucks it happens,” Eggs grins as he gives a shove. 

David rolls his eyes. “A hundred. And if they do, kick them out. You’re the head of security, dumbass.” 

It’s admittedly weird to have David approve of him getting someone out purely for yelling at Mike for no reason. A year ago the business man would’ve told him to suck it up. Nor would’ve noticed or cared about being nervous. 

But now that there’s an actual plan and an obvious trust in his decisions, Mike feels like he won’t fuck this up. He’s definitely thankful when Scott positions him by the door like he normally is. Feels himself relax completely when, despite all of the decorations and the stage being void of animatronics, it’s still Fazbear Entertaiment Center. A location he has acted as a day guard before when David ran out of options and asked if a few shifts could be covered. 

It’s currently dark outside, the event will end only thirty minutes before his regular night shift begins at the other location, and there’s no Fritz or Mr. Hippo to say hi to him whenever they get the chance. But Scott stands at his left to greet everyone who walks in, Eggs at his right where he’ll constantly reappear whenever there’s a speech, and David promising he’ll check in a few times. 

Mike smirks when for a full hour, not a single person looks at him. None of the staff are acknowledged unless they wanted something from the waiters, but he’s glad Scott was right about it just being like his other day shifts. The best part is no one needing to get their ass kicked out. 

“Any issues?” David asks as he walks over to take Eggs’ usual spot. 

“No.” 

“Good.” The business man looks around the main area before cursing under his breath. “Goddamn it, not this asshole. Here, hold this for me.” 

Before Mike can offer to kick the shit out of whoever was causing David problems, he’s handed over one of the small glasses he’s seen Eggs carrying around on a tray. Just like the event, he wasn’t familiar with what exactly gets served during something like this. And the color of the liquid isn’t like anything he’s seen before. 

Fuck.

“What is it?” 

Mike hadn’t realized David was already talking to someone. But instead of ignoring his question, the taller man immediately pauses his conversation to respond. “Champagne. Have a taste, you might like it.” 

He shrugs as he takes a small sip. He can’t actually taste the drink, but he was curious if the bubbles he sees are just like a soda’s fizz. 

It’s a lot less bubbly than soda. Better to drink than water and others that don’t fizz. Maybe it’s something Jeremy likes and that can be added to their- 

Mike’s fist clenches around the glass when he suddenly feels like he’s falling. He takes a step back to keep his balance, but for the most part it just makes his head spin and his stomach protest. At least he didn’t make a scene and let the drink fall so it could shatter across the floor. Or actually crumble to the ground, especially with David standing right next to him. 

It’s only a few seconds before the feeling leaves. And then Mike is left even more confused at the sight of a shoe standing next to him. An extremely familiar one that couldn’t be anyone else but David’s. 

He takes a moment to stare at it. Blinks as the rest of the sounds start filtering in and he realizes his head aches from how loud the voices are. Tilts his head back to confirm the shadow casted over him is David standing as tall as a skyscraper. 

...well fuck yeah. Now there’s no way for him to fuck anything up. 

Mike looks down at the glass before carefully setting it down close to the wall. With that taken care of, he darts over to the shoe, leaping up to snag a shoelace in order to climb up to safety. Because Scott would yell at him if he stayed on the ground where someone could step on him, even if he’d be able to dodge, or stay out of the way until the very end. 

This was a much better decision. And it meant he was safely with one of his assholes instead of needing to be found later. He just needs to get David’s attention. 

He ignores the growing headache from the booming voices. Wraps his arms tightly around the laces in order to keep from getting thrown off as David begins to walk over to the stage, grinning the entire time at the rush of air and the heavy thump of every step. Waits until the business man sits down before punching the ankle as hard as possible.

“What the-?” 

“Douche Bag!” 

The fingers that appeared in order to see what made his skin twitch receive a punch of their own once they get close enough. Finally hazel eyes then actually look down, the living building going completely frozen when he’s spotted. 

“Mike? Are you- what the hell?” 

Mike doesn’t move as the fingers turn into an entire hand that curls around him. He does pat the thumb when he’s squeezed too tightly, but all in all he trusts David to not crush him. Not with the man’s jaw dropped completely and unable to close it. “Is my ass done for the fucking event?”

“Mike you’re shrunk.” 

“I’d still punch a bastard if you fucking need me to.” 

“It’s definitely you,” David murmurs. Looks up at something before opening his hand to nudge at Mike kicking the intruding fingers. “We’ll...deal with this later. You’ll stay in my pocket until I can...talk to Scott.” 

“Okay.” 

The giant shakes his head. It’s the last thing Mike sees before David’s holding him in a fist again. He doesn’t struggle as he’s slid into a large hamock made of cloth. Pats a finger as a thank you as they retreit. Blinks at the darkness and quickly makes himself comfortable when the familiar voice is significantly muffled. 

He manages to take a thirty minute nap. It was interupted by a hand checking on him every so often, but the longer David talked the longer he was left to his own devices until nothing interrupted his sleep.

Up until a goddamn pen fell on him. 

Mike kicked at the object in order to gain some space away from it. The only issue was that it didn’t want to budge. And if it wasn’t willing to share, then it wasn’t allowed to stay.

He can see fuck all in the darkness, and with David currently walking it’s a bit hard to gain his barrings. But there’s rules when it comes to the pocket and they will be followed. It should’ve known them when it joined his claimed safe space. 

Mike manages to climb to the top in order to see how it’s staying in place. Glares at the cap hooked to the top of the pocket. Falls back to the bottom in order to get his feet under the pen before kicking with all of his strength. He only smirks in triamph when it’s enough momentum to unhook it, allowing him to then climb back up and wait for David to stand in one place. 

Not even five minutes later, the business man finally stops behind the stand he made for the stage, Mike carefully pulling the pen up inch by inch until he’s able to send it down to the floor. He the celebrates with another nap, unaffected by the swaying motions.

“David, have you seen Mike? I can’t find him anywhere.” 

Scott’s voice is what wakes him up a second time. With the fearful tone, he quickly climbs up to greet his mentor and say he’s fine. 

“Fuck, I completely forgot about him.” 

David’s words were the only warning for fingers to suddenly appear. He feels them flinch in surprise when they meet him halfway to the top of the pocket, but they’re quick to scoop him up as he snags one to keep from falling back down.

Mike ducks away from the blinding light as he’s lifted out, only able to confirm Scott’s a few feet away from the sharp gasp.

“You forgot about him?” 

“I’m not sorry for fucking with your goddamn pen, then,” Mike says. Everything finally comes into focus as David’s hand opens up a bit more, allowing Scott to reach forward to nudge him. He ignores it to look up at the business man’s confused look until it turns to annoyance.

“That was you?” 

“Focus,” the eldest guard hisses. “Mike how are you shrunk?” 

“Don’t goddamn know,” he shrugs, looking around to see the restaurants completely empty. “I drank the shit Douche Bag had, got a badass ride from him, and had a fucking awesome nap.” 

Scott stares at him before sighing long and hard. “I’m too scared to ask for details. I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

Mike smirks at the promise of not getting a lecture. “Does that mean I can fuck off and go home? Maybe Jerber can take my ass to work with him.” 

It makes sense to Mike. He can’t switch the cameras really well this small going based off all of David’s fingers are taller than him. And he’s pretty sure the animatronics would find his stuffing to be unfulfilling because he’s this small.

But Scott and David are looking at each other like they think his current plan for the night is shit. “You don’t want us to see if we can get this fixed tonight?”

“Like fuck we will. I’m sure Mr. Asshole’s fucking with me, so I’d rather go to goddamn sleep unless you need my ass to work tonight.” 

“He did apparently nap in my pocket,” David adds. “That’s why I forgot him, though. He didn’t make a single fuss other than making my pen disappear. I say we give him to Jeremy. At least we’d know he’s in good hands, keep him out of trouble.”

“Alright. I’ll see what I can get out of Afton.” 

Mike happily jumps over into Scott’s cupped hands. Waves at David as he shakes his head before leaving to help Eggs with cleaning things up. Grins when the phone call to Jeremy gets put on speaker.

“Hey, Jerber!” 

“M-M-Mike?” 

“Jeremy, Mike got himself shrunk, so I’m going to bring him home and you both get tonight off.” 

There’s a long moment of silence before his best friend squeaks in alarm. “He’s w-w-w-what!”

Maybe they can have events like this more often.

[ficbrish]

Black Spot (aka Shenko Pirates) Chapter 4

"Some stars are already dead when they hit your eye" [AO3]

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Tags: Prompt Fic, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Enemies to Lovers, Pirate Captain Shepard, Navy Admiral Kaidan Alenko, Renegade Shepard (Mass Effect), Renegade Kaidan Alenko, Biotic Shepard (Mass Effect), Some Plot, POV Alternating, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Rough Sex

[[TW/CW: Light knife play]]

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[All Chapters]

It had been a very long day. At the end of it, they had water, food, and a slightly better shelter. The water wasn’t boiled yet, the food was just coconuts and bananas, and they’d only added a roof to their shelter, but it would do for the night.

The only thing they needed now was fire.

“Fuck!”

Shepard was struggling to conjure a flame. On a normal day the biotics she’d used earlier wouldn’t have worn her out, but exhausted, starving, dehydrated, and with the Admiral as her only company…

“Fuck!”

She held her hands over their gathered pile of kindling and rocks, but again nothing happened.

“F—”

“Can I please help?”

“No!”

“It’s getting chilly.”

“Oh! Is it chilly? Is the Navy Admiral getting cold without his shiny, blue coat?”

“Shiny? It’s not shiny!”

“Whatever.” Shepard tried again, “Ah! FUCK!”

She stood up and started pacing.

“Can I—?”

“No! I’m gonna go find a stick.”

She left him there to roll his eyes and went into the forest.

“Can I help?” she muttered under her breath. She ripped a thick piece of bark off the nearest tree and went further in, “What an asshole!”

The Admiral was obviously trying to establish a false sense of security. Sure, he’d saved her life, but that didn’t mean anything when he’d end it the moment his people showed up.

She spotted a dying bush and stole one of its branches with a hard snap. The bit of bend it still had told her there was some moisture in it and she felt bad for tearing off a living limb. But it was getting dark, so it was them or the bush.

“Sorry.”

Shepard walked back with her acquired fire making tools and sighed when she spotted Alenko waiting there on the beach. It wasn’t like she was hoping he’d leave, but…

Why did it have to be him?

He was adjusting the rocks in their unlit campfire.

“There’s nothing wrong with the way I had it,” she grumbled, sitting down across from him.

“No, they’ll catch better if you have them—”

“You didn’t even know about the coconuts!”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything!” she snapped, grabbing some of the dried leaves and grasses they were using for kindling. She placed the bark flat on a big rock they’d found in the forest and tossed the kindling on top. Then she lined up the stick so it stood straight from the middle.

“God, I hate doing this.”

“Let me help.”

“No!”

He rolled his eyes.

She started to rub the stick between her palms. The bark slipped off the rock, “Fuck!”

“Can I at least hold it still?”

“N—Sure.”

“Okay,” he crawled around the fire until he sat facing her.

His hands grasped each side of the rock. Thanks to her, one sleeve was now shorter than the other. Shepard noticed details on his wrist she’d never seen before. A prominence of bone structure betrayed its strength and gave it a vulnerable quality, like a body not grown into quite right. The hair on his forearms didn’t get thick until further up, so his skin was bare against the setting sun—

“You ready?”

“I’m ready!” she snapped, then started rubbing the stick between her hands again.

It was complete ass. Alenko held the rock steady, but Shepard couldn’t generate enough friction with her shoulder injured the way it was.

“Ah!” she gasped painfully.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine! I just can’t—I… You just do it!—If you’re so desperate to prove yourself.”

“I’m not!... I’m not desperate t—! I’m not…”

“Sounds like something a desperate person would say.”

He snatched the stick out of her hand.

“Rude!” she exclaimed, “I’ve still got a knife, you know?”

“Yeah, why don’t you go ahead and do me a favor and stab me right between the eyes? You know, make it quick!”

“I wouldn’t dare make it quick.”

“Scoot over!”

Alenko already had the stick, and the rock sat between them. Shepard took hold of its sides without having to move and winked at him mockingly.

“Just—” he sighed heavily, looked like he was going to say more, then got to work.

Hope for a fire clashed with her taste for berating him every second it didn’t happen, “Ha—"

“Hold it still,” he scolded.

“I am!”

The stick slipped out of his grasp, “You’re not.”

Shepard was seething and searching for the perfect words to bite him back with. She glared at him for minutes that felt like hours.

And then Alenko said, “I’m really sorry about your shoulder.”

She didn’t say anything at first, “It’s nothing.”

His hands blurred together as they moved, and after a while there was smoke.

“Blow on it,” he told her.

She raised her brow humorously and crouched low. Gently, she gave the spark her breath with a whisper.

Between his hands and her mouth, a flame eventually shot into life.

Quickly and carefully, Alenko lifted the flaming bark and placed it into the campfire. They huffed at it until the fire caught on the sticks underneath the rocks.

Once it finally roared, they fell exhausted into the sand. The ground felt cool against their backs and a deep indigo settled in over the pink in the sky.

“We did it,” he panted.

“Yeah.”

*                       *                       *                       *                       *                       *

Their improved shelter was in the same spot as before, far up on the beach under the palms. It reminded Kaidan of a blanket fort more than a shack. They’d tied together palm leaves to make a rudimentary hatched roof over the flooring they set up before. It wasn’t too sturdy, but it covered their heads.

“What are you frowning at?”

The fire cracked and popped.

“I’m not frowning at anything.”

“Yes, you are,” Shepard insisted.

Kaidan sighed, “We need to do something about that shelter tomorrow.”

Their eyes were blinded to the stars this close to the flames, so the night seemed extra dark. Her face was the only clear thing in his vision.

“Tomorrow is tomorrow. Let it wait ‘til then.”

He smirked, “Yeah, well-ah, I’m a bit more of a planner.”

She took a sip of water, “Things don’t always go the best when I plan them.”

“You planned the coconuts.” He offered.

She laughed, “I didn’t plan them, I knew about them.”

Kaidan never thought something so furry and seemingly-wooden would be able to hold up over coals, but they did. Shepard had explained how the water inside kept the shells from catching. You’d think that would be common knowledge in the Navy already, but for as much time they spent in the area, they knew next to nothing about local plant and animal life.

“Still. It’s impressive. And it saved us!” He’d have to bring that knowledge back with him.

“Why are you trying to compliment me?”

“I’m not! It’s not a compliment, it’s a statement.”

“Oh! Right! A statement…” The look on her face was troubling, “I have a statement.”

“Oh god.”

“What? It’s nothing bad! It’s just… You have a real nice bum there, Admiral.”

“Hey! Don’t—When did you? Why are you looking at my butt?”

“Sometimes you walk faster than me,” she seemed to really be enjoying this, “And earlier, as you were taking off your pants…”

His face feeling hot had very little to do with the fire.

“I didn’t know you looked.”

She cleared her throat, “It was accidental. Just for a second.”

“Well, you’re welcome.”

“Don’t thank me,” she laughed, “It wasn’t a compliment; just sharing a fact.”

“Right.”

Her laughter was supernatural. It transformed her from the beast he hunted into a… like a real person. But just for a second, and then she’d be glaring at him again. But… it was weird. It was hard to reconcile. Like a cat that always hissed and spat coming over to rub up on your leg.

Shepard adorned the fire with more sticks and interrupted his thoughts, “Can’t handle any more fruit.”

He guessed it was up to him to clear their meal since she got up to lay down on the sand, closer down by the surf. Something in her entitlement and sure stride was reminiscent of Udina’s overconfidence, and Kaidan felt a tug at his resolve.

It didn’t stop him from laying down next to her though, and facing the night sky himself.

“You’re so different,” he scathed.

Shepard chuckled, “I mean, yeah. I’m a pirate.”

“No. No, it’s not that.”

Shepard waited for him to speak again. Kaidan’s eyes were adjusting to the light. He waited for the stars to pop out before he continued.

“You’re—You’re…” he let out a long, loud exhale, “Your face doesn’t match your list of crimes.”

Her cackling smacked his ears.

He was too tired to care, “It’s not just that… Like back on the ship. The way you came at me—”

“You came at me first!”

“Because you broke the law, and I’m the law!”

“Woah there!” she laughed, “Hold on there, big head.”

“Big head!”

“Hey, does your neck hurt?”

“Shepard…”

“From holding up that big ass head of yours?”

He retaliated by grabbing her arm. Not in any serious way, but the way men would grab each other roughly on the ship after a joke at their expense. Shepard brought out her knife anyway.

“Woah, hey!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Yeah,” the blade was gleaming with bits of stray, reaching firelight.

“It was habit. Nothing meant by it. Not an attack.”

Her glare was a lot like the one he’d seen before. For a flash of a second, he really thought he might die.

A long silence passed between them. The sea and the fire shouted at them in the background.

Shepard let her knife down, “I just get like that.”

They relaxed and laid back down. The stars calmly greeted them.

“That’s what I was talking about. You’re scary when you’re like that, and all the other times you’re…”

“Not like that?”

“Yeah.”

Shepard took her time before she explained it. “I don’t like getting hurt. I mean—” she laughed a little, “It’s not like anyone likes getting hurt. I mean… You know, in that way people do, but—”

“I know what you’re trying to say.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “So, it’s more extreme than that. If I see my own blood, or if I’m already on the defense… Then something can snap in me. Not like just now! I thought you were trying to kill me just now, and I needed to make sure you weren’t. But back on the ship, when you got my shoulder—I don’t remember anything after that until I was in the water.”

Kaidan chuckled, “You were wild, Shepard! I don’t know if I’ve seen anything like it.”

“But it made me stupid.”

“I wouldn’t say stupid…”

“I ended up in the sea. Tossed from my own ship.”

“Well…”

“It was stupid. That’s okay,” she hesitated, “You kinda made it okay.”

He swallowed.

“You know, because you saved me and all. I didn’t drown. I’m here.”

He grunted.

“Actually…” she said, “How did I end up going in?”

“Big wave. You weren’t paying attention. Well… We both held on, but you let go to stab me.”

“Did I get you?”

“No, the sea got you first.”

“God, what an idiot,” she heartily laughed.

“You could have died!”

“I know!” she cackled.

He turned his head over to watch her laugh. It was genuine. Not at all forced.

Oh, she’s terrifying!

“Hang on,” she said, and her laughter stopped, “So, how did you end up in there with me?”

His heart immediately started beating fast, “Uh.”

“Because you didn’t have your coat, or your boots, or the lower half of your breeches….”

“The current—”

“No! Not the current. Did you?... Did you purposefully jump in after me?””

He wasn’t sure what to say.

“Why would you do that?”

Kaidan sighed deeply, “Okay… I did. I jumped in after you. But it’s nothing noble! It was selfish. I—” he sighed again, “It’s hard to explain—No, it’s easy. My life… If you went into the sea never to be seen again, my life would be over.”

“Quite a statement.”

“I’m not done.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t go back until I bring you back. It doesn’t matter to them what state I bring you back in—it matters to me! But not to them. But that’s not the point! The point is that they need your body. Whether you were dead or alive when you hit that water, I, uh, needed to go in after you, or I’d have to live the rest of my life in exile.”

“Heavy.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I guess you could call it that.”

“So… you didn’t save my life? You just went in to drag my corpse back to the authorities?”

“I don’t want you dead, Shepard.”

“You don’t want me to rest if I’m dead either.”

“It’s nothing personal.”

She just laughed, “Wow.”

A silence settled back over them, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was as peaceful and still as the stars sparkling in their vision.

“That’s my name, you know?”

“What?”

“My first name. Estrella.”

“I knew that.”

“Oh, right.”

*                       *                       *                       *                       *                       *

Their shelter didn’t have walls, but it still closed in on them. Pirate Captain Shepard was placed next to Alliance Admiral Alenko in the night. Their shared history of hatred sat on their chests, and their thoughts festered instead of transforming into dreams.

They woke up so hungry that the Admiral agreed to let Shepard introduce him to the local insect population. There were these beetles that tasted like chicken, which they roasted on sticks with banana and coconut.

“If we keep eating all this fruit, we might shit ourselves to death.”

“That’s great, Shepard. I love hearing that while I’m eating bugs.”

“Protein,” she said as she took a bite.

“Do ever close your mouth when you chew?”

“Oh! Always! I just like how it bothers you.”

He gave up on talking for the rest of their breakfast.

They agreed on separate tasks and didn’t see each other for most of the day after that. Shepard had the only knife and refused to let it leave her sight. So, it was up to her to hunt and fish while Kaidan went back and forth to fetch water.

They’d boiled and drank both full buckets each time Kaidan returned to the beach, and Shepard managed to catch two fish and a rat. At the end of the day, they were fed and hydrated.

The sun was too low in the sky to hike there and back to the waterfall for a wash, so they took turns bathing in the surf instead. The salt water stung the cut across Shepard’s shoulder.

By the time they were done, night had fallen again. This time, Shepard’s biotics started the fire.

“Any moral objections, Admiral?”

He shrugged, “It’s easier.”

“A radical! Look at you!”

He rolled his eyes grumpily.

“My! My! You’re in a mood.”

“Didn’t know I was.”

“Maybe this is normal for you, but every time I look your way, you’re like some big, grumpy cat.”

He raised his brow at her, “A cat?”

She hissed at him.

“Thanks. How’s that shoulder?”

“Oh. It’s fine.” She knew it wasn’t fine. It stung instead of itched.

“Can I see it?”

She shrugged and winced. He crawled over to her on his knees.

“Can I lift up your shirt?” he asked at her back.

“If you have to.”

She held the cloth for him while he examined her. His silence was a little troubling.

“How’s it looking?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s ‘yeah’?”

“It’s uh… it’s fine, Shepard. I’ll take another look at it tomorrow.”

He gently set her shirt back down. His care told her to worry a little.

*                       *                       *                       *                       *                       *

They eventually decided to get some sleep, but tonight was just as stifling as the last. They were too close together in that shelter. The walls that didn’t exist pressed in on them, and they kept holding their breath.

Shepard sat up and threw off her shirt, “It’s hot and I hate this roof.”

The sun really brought out the rose in her light brown skin. He could see it even in the shadows.

She got up and went to lie down lower on the beach, right about where they’d watched the stars together the night before. Kaidan’s breath turned ragged in their shelter before he got up and joined her.

When he laid down, his arms fall away from his sides. It wasn’t intentional, but the tips of his fingers landed close to hers. It felt like they were touching. The heat and electricity was palpable, becoming its own object in the space between them.

Shepard didn’t move hers away.

They each laid still, facing the stars without seeing them.

The hard beating of their hearts must have done it, their fingertips getting a little closer with every subsequent tick. They didn’t feel the movement until they met, and upon meeting, pulled their hands away fast like they’d just touched something painful.

The silence was deafening even when it was crowded by the crackling campfire, screaming insects, and crashing waves.

Shepard eventually broke the unbearable stillness, suddenly rolling over on top of Kaidan.

She straddled him with her knife at his throat.

“What do you want, Shepard?”

“It’s not a question of what I want. What do you want?”

She pressed the blade flat against the spot she’d nicked back on the ship. A little more pressure and she’d open the wound.

Instead, she brought the blade around, pointing it at her own chest between her exposed breasts. Slowly, she wrapped one of his hands around hers on the hilt.

“You could take my heart,” she said, “Rip it out here and now and then deliver it to your superiors via carrier-parrot.”

“Very funny, Shepard. Let go.”

“I know you want to, Admiral.”

“I keep telling you! I never wanted to kill you.”

They were both very aware of his growing arousal. She rocked back and forth on it just a little.

Neither of them mentioned it.

“But doesn’t the thought of me no longer breathing excite you? No more chasing. This whole long, lonely chapter of your life ended?”

She tried to push the blade into her skin, but Alenko pulled back with more force. She tore his hand away and brought the knife back to his jawline.

Shepard leaned in close; her chest hovering just over his, close enough for her breasts to rest on his shirt. She could feel his heart rushing against her nipples.

“What else could you possibly want from me?”

He wouldn’t answer but didn’t push her off either.

She brought her lips to his ear. They brushed lightly against his skin as she spoke softly, “It can be anything you want.”

His breathing was noticeable. She could see his pulse in his neck.

“All you have to do,” Shepard’s lips teased his ear again, “Is tell me what name to scream.”

He hesitated, then stuttered out his consent, “K-Kaidan.”

“Kaidan?” she purred, still holding the knife flat against his throat.

He nodded his head carefully, “Yeah—Yes.”

She kissed the side of his ear and sucked on his lobe. It taught her another one of his sighs.

“Nice to meet you, Kaidan,” her voice was a low rumble against his jaw, “Would you like it if I kissed your neck?”

His throat hummed, “Yes.”

Slowly, Shepard kissed down it. She paused when she reached the cut healing near the bottom of his throat. Then kissed that too.

This was always going to happen. It was an inevitability; a current they were caught up in with no exits. For Kaidan, it was the melding of her fingers against his temples. For Shepard, it was the cradling of her palms in his. Both moments planted an embodied type of fate that haunted and possessed them.

Why not give into it now?

“I can have anything?” he asked.

She licked along his Adam’s apple, her tongue inching next to the blade, then moaned, “Yes.”

Kaidan sat up abruptly, positioning her greedily in his lap so their hips interlocked. Her trousers and his breeches seemed to disappear while still adorning them. They could feel each other so clearly through their clothing.

Shepard quickly pressed the blade flat against her lips to block his incoming kiss, “You can have anything but that.”

Kaidan nodded eagerly and placed his mouth on her breasts. Estrella threw her head back and faced her namesake.

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[All Chapters]

[boyakishantriage]

Mildew covered the walls, laughing she gripped the bleeding hole left at her wait.

"GO TO HELL."

Breathing heavily, coughing blood from various bite and chaotic slashing and strikes.

"THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU?"

Growling, the woman jittered, gripping the knife out her arm with more grumbling. Wrapping his ripped sleeve around her wound, tightly to ensure the blood didn't spill.

"Plenty."

She threw her foot forward, arms raised to protect his head as she swerved her foot towards his stomach. Reaching out, he threw the human across the street. Slamming her against the stone wall as she gripped her head gathering herself.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU'D DO. WHY DON'T- GAHHH"

Slamming her head against the ground and wall, the group of men stepped back as their leader drew his courage.

"The fuck's wrong with you?"

Her body froze, a grin leading across her face.

"plenty."

Swiveling the knife into her hand, she stepped back. Hands raised, he barked an order.

"Back off. I'll beat this stupid demoness back to Hell-"

His face smooshed, a punch thrown mid sentence, the girl throwing another punch as she tossed the blade into her other hand. The blade pulling itself back as he stumbled back.

"Fuck you."

A grin on her face, she stabbed his gut, pushing forward into his arms as she bit his neck. Growling like a beast, biting harder and harder. Forcing her teeth into his collarbone, before he threw his off.

Now gripping his neck, the woman laughing as she bent over, nursing her wounds as she gripped her head.

"You really are a demon."

"No worse than you."

Making a heart with her hands, she rose to her feet, staggering forward as she gripped the wall.

"YOU WILL OBEY."

Roaring, her body snapped into focus, murder in her eyes as she rushed forward once more.

His buddy immediately threw him his sword, he's told him he wouldn't need it. But he'd brought it regardless. Drawing the blade, the woman running up the wall as he readies his arm. Muscles tensing, pulsing as he put a final push. He didn't want to kill, but he'd have to if she was this insane. Struck across the face, beaten with kicks, thrown around. She'd chased after them, bashing them when they ran forcing the rest to fight her when they tried to escape. But she'd likely burnt all her energy by now. Only running on willpower. Body burning, he raised his sword.

And missed.

Slamming the knife into his thigh, she slammed herself into his nuts, fingers slashing his torso as he stumbled back. Now laughing more than ever, cackling as she slid under his legs, jumping up and clambering up his sweaty back.

Bloody, very much insane and more than a little crazy as she raised her fists like a club over his dazed face.

And gripped her head. Roaring, screaming into his head as she slammed to the floor.

"FUCK YOU. YOU'VE NEVER LET ME HAD ANY FUN- ARGH!"

Howling, gripping her body as she rocked herself back and forth. Before freezing.

His friends had started to drag him back, pulling him away as the woman laid on her back. Body still before getting up. Looking at her hand, the mass of men began to run away.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. HaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

She began to laugh. Continued to laugh, gripping the sword from the ground, trailing the blade behind her as she giggled through.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY??"

A wider grin on her face, murderous glare in her eyes remaining but now clear as day.

"FUCK OFF. YOU- hrk."

"I want talking to you. Peasant."

Kicking the man off his blade, she slammed the sword into his body. Whatever wounds he inflicted ignored, she as slammed the sword into him.

"DIE."

She walked forward and now they had a choice. Fight her and help their friend out. Or run.

The smart ones dropped their wounded friend, others raised phones.

She pummeled to unconscious man, her strength faltering as she shouted obscenities at him. Growling, she fell over. Her body fully burnt out.

[b4kuch1n]

its áo tấc time babey !!

[miffikun]

warmth in the rain

short n sweet fic for the david shaw fandom ˙ᵕ˙

summary: angel walks to david's to return his sweater.

it’s laundry day today.

didn’t i do laundry just the other day?

angel gathers the clothes surrounding the hamper haphazardly, stuffing the articles into the basket to wash. they feel an unfamiliar material, rubbing the cotton between their forefinger and thumb. it’s not theirs.

they hold the sweatshirt above them, examining the clean embroidery that splays across the chest. angel holds the sweater to their face.

it smells like him.

‘he’s probably looking for this’ they whisper. ‘i’m not doing anything today, might as well wash this and stop by.’ they quickly wash their clothes and dash out of their apartment.

their place isn’t far from david’s, only a couple of blocks. they’ve been to his apartment a couple of times, but never unannounced. they almost made it until little droplets of water pattered on their forehead.

‘shit.’

the rain got progressively more intense, louder. clutching the sweater, now freshly dried and folded, close to their chest, with the other hand over their head, they run to safety under the awning over david’s doorstep.

ring. nothing. ring. nothing.

angel wasn't entirely sure what david does for a living, they just knew his hours were weird. they opened his contact, finger hovering over the little call icon,

what if he’s busy? and what would he do if i told him i’m sitting at his doorstep? he couldn’t just drop whatever he was doing...

they bit the inside of their cheek, thinking of their next move. should they walk home? they decide to sit under the awning and wait for his car.

they clutch their knees to their chest, and bury their face in the sweater.

smells nice. like his cologne. and his hair. and my detergent.

the drizzling turns to pouring. the rain becomes crueler, and the wind becomes harsher, causing angel to shake in the thin long sleeve they came in. they think to wear the sweater they meant to bring, clean and dry. it was to the point where the chill became unbearable, and they had no choice but to wear it.

angel begins to doze off, head resting on their knees. they are startled by the sound of a truck pulling into the driveway, loud and abrupt, headlights flashing in their direction. the driver immediately swings his door open, and through the heavy rain, angel can see his face, startled, worried and caring.

‘w-what are you doing here??’ david stutters, jogging up to them. they rise and he immediately puts his hands on them. angel sighs at the warmth of his hand cradling the back of their neck. ‘you’re freezing’

‘i was waiting for you. cause i wanted to give you back your sweater. i had to wear it, though. i didn’t know it would get this cold’

‘my sweater..? why didn’t you just call me?‘

‘you were at work.’

‘so what? i'd much rather have been interrupted than for you to have nearly frozen your ass off...fuck..’ he scolded, inserting his keys into the door. they didn’t reply, instead followed him into the apartment, reveling in its stillness.

he sighs, dropping his bag and removing his wet boots. ‘i’m gonna get you a towel. don’t move.’

they smile softly and watch him rush to the other room. despite being sheltered most of the time at the doorstep, their hair is still considerably wet, hair sticking to their forehead and dripping down their face and ears. the sweater is mostly wet.

he comes back with a thick and fluffy towel, and before angel can reach out for it, he plops it onto their head, caressing the sides of their face, rustling their hair. angel looks up at him, up at his worried expression, the crease of his dark brow, and the tightness of his jaw. he looks beautiful as ever.

they hum at the relief of the warm towel against their cold ears. ‘thank .. you’

‘i wish you just called me. i don’t want you waiting for me like that again’

‘i’m sorry, and i’m sorry your sweater got wet. i even washed it, but i guess there was no point in that now.’

‘who cares about the sweater? i just…want you to let me know next time. you could’ve given it to me another day, why today?’

‘i… i missed you’ they murmur.

‘ah.’ he continues to ruffle their hair, then moves on to their neck. they look up at him the whole way, their eyes lingering on every part of his face, like they haven’t seen him in ages, and they’re trying to recognize this all-too-familiar face.

‘don’t you know it’s rude to stare?’

‘i... i want to kiss you' they whisper.

he stops, looking at them, mouth hung open. a warm shade of pink crawls up his cheeks as he shifts his gaze down to the floor.

he clears his throat. ‘then.. what’s stopping you..’ he mutters, just loud enough for angel to hear.

angels face immediately brightens. they reach up, stand on their tiptoes, cups his jaw to lead him into a tender, warm kiss. it takes a second for them to break apart.

‘happy?’

‘very’

‘your clothes are drenched. and your hands are still cold. come’ he directs.

david’s apartment is warm and quiet. angel is careful not to get the floor too wet as they walk to david’s bedroom.

he shuts the door behind them and starts rummaging through his dresser. he pulls out a folded t-shirt and sweats.

‘these might be a little big, but they’ve got drawstrings, so i think it’ll be fine’

angel quickly changes as their mate throws their clothes into the washer. he comes back to see them fiddling with the strings.

‘need help?’ he chuckles, amused.

‘please.’

he nudges their struggling fingers gently to tie the drawstrings himself, careful yet effortless. it was strangely mesmerizing. he was so close-- they could feel the warmth radiating off his skin, the heat of his breath. their heartbeat quickens, and they feel their chest grow warmer and warmer.

‘okay. you hungry?'

‘i should probably go...’

‘i don’t have work tomorrow. you don’t have work tomorrow. i don’t see the problem.'

‘you sure, davey?’

‘what makes you think i’m not sure?’

‘you jerk.’

‘jerk...okay.. so what do you want for dinner?’

‘mm..' they hum, 'something warm.’

angel remembered the rest of the day being just that, warm and familiar. they secretly thanked the storm for bringing them together like this, tucked into david’s side as he cooked something comforting for the two of them on that harshly rainy night.

[lacroixqueen]

sevika tries to make you jealous (18+)

Summary: sevika tries to make you jealous by bringing a bunch of girls to the bar right in front of you

Pairing: bartender reader x sevika

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: jealousy, teasing, messiness, useless lesbians who cannot communicate, salty reader, mean sevika, rude sevika

You were working part-time as a bartender at The Last Drop. You figured it was a pretty sweet gig with solid pay and good hours. But your favorite part about the job was your most loyal patron.

Sevika would usually come in during the middle of the night, plop herself down at the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks, and flirt with you for hours and hours on end. You would be lying if you said you didn’t look forward to her antics every single day.

You loved how she paid attention to your little details. She always noticed whenever you style your hair, or wear a different color skirt, or experiment a bit more than usual with your eye makeup.

You would notice how some butterflies would flutter in your stomach whenever her hand brushed against yours when you handed her the bill, or when her intense gray eyes would flicker over your chest.

Sometimes, after you closed the bar, you would sneak into the stockroom, lock the door behind you, and just touch yourself, imagining all sorts of terrible things Sevika would do to you if you let her.

How good it must feel to have her slam you against the wall and kiss you hard, how rough her leathery pants would feel against you as you rode on her lap.

Ugh. It just wasn’t fair.

You also felt yourself beginning to fall head over heels for her. You were never the type to wear your heart on your sleeve, but she made it so damn difficult not to. Every single time she flashed that stupid smirk, or said a cheeky joke, or told you a funny story, you fought so hard to fight the urge to just lean over the counter and kiss her already.

But in your heart of hearts, you knew it would just complicate things for no good reason. Sevika was a scary lady. She worked for a lot of very powerful people, and knew all the behind-the-scenes secrets of the undercity. She didn’t have time to get invested with ordinary, everyday people like yourself.

Besides, you were more than convinced you were just another pretty face she could talk up at the bar. You weren’t anything special to her. You just had to be okay with that and move on.

It was yet another Tuesday evening. The dinner rush was more or less over. You were drying a scotch glass behind the tab when you heard the soft sound of the front door swing open.

Sevika stumbled in with two very pretty girls on either arm. They ambled on over to the couch pushed against the back wall of the bar. Your eyes immediately glided over to their direction.

It seemed like the ladies were both workers at the Gardens, and Sevika invited them out to drink.

You were straining your ear to gather every last tidbit from their conversation. Something, something Sevika was the best they’d ever had. Blah blah blah about how she fucked her so good. Ugh. Whatever. You weren’t salty at all.

Just be cool, you thought to yourself as you smoothed your apron skirt and picked up a spare notepad from under the counter. Take her order, be in and out. Don’t say anything weird.

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as you approached the group of women. One of the girls was a very alluring, beautiful redhead. She had one of her legs draped over Sevika’s thigh, pushing her body as close to her chest as possible. The other was a drop-dead gorgeous, petite blonde. Sevika had her mechanical arm wrapped around her waist, smoking a cigar in the other hand.

“H-hello..” you stuttered, pretending not to know Sevika. “How can I help you today?” Your eyes couldn’t help but glaze over her neck, noticing a long line of fresh, violet hickeys.

“Um…” the redhead looked you up and down, very obviously judging your plain bar uniform. “I’ll have.. A cherry bomb and..”

“Oh oh! I want a lemon gin!” the blonde would pipe up, clearly the more bubbly of the pair.

Sevika’s eyes never left your face. She was watching you, meticulously documenting every expression. She wanted to see how you would react.

“Right..” the redhead would finish the blonde’s sentence, starting to kiss Sevika all over her hickeys. “And um.. She’ll have a whiskey on the rocks, please. Thaaaanks..”

You rolled your eyes, jotted down their order, and spun around on your heels to return to the bar. You could feel Sevika’s intense gaze searing into your back, but you didn’t care.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t a little bit hurt, that you didn’t wish you were the one straddling her thigh, or kissing her neck. But whatever. Sometimes, reality isn’t what you wanted it to be and you were used to it.

You quickly made the drinks, trying your hardest not to focus on the ridiculous moans and giggles that traveled from the back of the bar. You tried to use the sound of the cocktail shaker to drown out the background noise, to no avail, of course.

Once you carried over the wooden tray of drinks, and was about to place it on top of their table, you noticed Sevika’s hands roughly digging into one of the girl’s skirts. For some reason, even seeing that sent you into a never ending spiral of pure jealousy.

“One cherry bomb, lemon gin, and whiskey on the rocks,” you said snarkily, setting down the tray less than gently, and turning back around without another word.

“Talk about rude..” one of the girls scoffed, curling back into Sevika’s arms.

You pushed through the side doors of the bar, leaning against the outside wall of the building in a dimly lit alleyway. You hastily lit up a cigarette, and took in a deep smoke while looking up into the smoggy sky.

You wished you weren’t so sensitive, and that you didn’t care so much. And fuck. Why were you crying? It’s not like you and Sevika were in a relationship or whatever. Hell, you didn’t even know if she was interested in you that way. Clearly not, if she’s bringing in other girls right in front of you.

You crossed your arms over your chest. Shit. Zaun always got so ridiculously cold at night. A few long minutes passed, until you heard the side door creak open. And there she was.

Sevika loomed over you, pressing her forearm above your head onto the wall.

“Shouldn’t you go back inside?” you couldn’t even meet her eyes. But her gaze softened. She could see your tearstained face.

“Nah, I told them something came up,” she replied simply. She noticed you were shivering, then removed her cloak and draped it over your shoulders. “You should take this.”

You ignored her, taking in another drag from the cigarette you held between your fingertips.

“Were you crying because you wanted to sit on my lap instead of her?”

You paused, still looking to the side. Sevika gently grabbed your wrist, causing you to drop your cigarette onto the ground. She pushed your arm above your head, leaning even closer into you.

“You know, sweetheart..” her lips were brushing dangerously close to your earlobe.. “If you wanted something from me, you could’ve just asked.”

“I don’t want anything from you!” you said, pouting a bit. God, you were an awful liar.

“What if I told you I brought those girls in specifically to make you jealous~?” she teased, pushing her thigh between your legs. “Would that change your mind at all?”

She could tell you were blushing hard, even in the darkness of the alleyway. You were biting your lip, trying not to spill all your guts out to her right then and there.

To admit that yes, you were jealous. That it did rile you up. That you secretly wished you were the one she wrapped her arm around. That she grabbed your waist, or kissed your lips, not hers.

“Maybe it would..” you muttered shyly.

Sevika smirked, grabbing you by the hand and leading you out into the main streets.

“H-hey, just what do you think you are doing?!” you cried.

“Taking you back to my place,” she said curtly. “To give you what you want.”

[theewokingdead]

Encanto

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!Reader Summary: You encounter Benny while playing a bachelorette party game that involves karaoke. Word Count: 3.4k+ Rating: Teen. Though this fic isn’t explicit, my blog is 18+ only. Warnings: Language. Drinking alcohol. Benny being Benny. Fluff. Puns (it’s Benny; of course, there are puns). Disney. Notes: Totally inspired by the fact I cannot stop singing songs from Encanto. This is pure fan service, and I am the fan. I hope you love this golden retriever of a man as much as I do. Enjoy! If you want to be added to my taglist, join here or just let me know.

Main Masterlist

Sing karaoke with a stranger.

As your eyes silently scan the card, you aren’t sure you’re reading it correctly, feeling like your head is spinning and vision blurring from all the drinks you've consumed. You stare at the letters sitting on the obnoxious hot pink card beneath the words "Bachelorette Dare Card,” wondering if this is real or some sort of nightmare. Although you found the game annoying and even embarrassing at times, you still participated, not wanting to ruin a good friend's party by not joining the festivities. You hadn’t yet opted out of a dare by buying the bride a drink, but now you wonder if this is the right time.

“Hey, Mel!” you shout loud enough for your friend to hear over the music. The dark-haired girl wearing a veiled headband with the word “Bride” on top turns to you. “I think the next one’s on me.”

“Yeah?” Melissa questions, the simple word slurred and spoken louder than probably intended.

You look around the crowded bar. There’s no way you’re going to put all these poor souls through the hell of listening to you sing. That should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment for a crime no one committed. Not to mention, you’re not interested in dragging a stranger down to the pit of shame with you.

“Yeah,” you respond, your mind made up. “Next one’s definitely on me.”

“Oh, c’mon. It can’t be that bad!” Leah, who’s wearing a “Maid of Honor” sash, playfully mocks. “Let me see.” She snatches the card out of your hand before you can respond. “‘Sing karaoke with a stranger.’ Psh! That’s an easy one.”

“Says the one who doesn’t have to make a complete ass of themselves in front of the whole bar,” you respond, somewhat playful but mostly serious.

“That’s the fun of karaoke!” Melissa exclaims.

“Yeah. It’s supposed to be embarrassing. You just have to be drunk enough to not care.” Leah hands you a shot that she hadn’t yet taken. “Drink up!”

“I don’t know…” you begin, but you don’t know what to even say.

“I’ll even help you find someone,” Leah adds. “C’mon!” She beckons you to follow her then disappears into the crowd before you can protest

Looking down at the little cup of liquid courage, you sigh before muttering, “Fuck it.”

After swallowing the contents, you put the glass on a nearby table and follow Leah's trail, catching up to her as she walks up to a table filled with four gorgeous men, each more attractive than the other. They’re laughing about who knows what, eyes crinkled and so lost in whatever they’re talking about that they don’t immediately notice your friend’s presence.

“Boys…,” Leah greets as they quiet down, which gathers their attention. Their postures change as they look up at her, obviously interested in why a beautiful girl is standing in front of their table. However, it seems she only has the full attention of three of the four.

A lone pair of piercing blue eyes fall on you, belonging to a man wearing a dirty and faded green hat backwards, locks of blond hair falling from beneath it and curling around his neck. When you first approached the table, he was sitting with his arms raised, fingers locked on the back of his head, a bright, wide grin on his face as he laughed with the others. Now, his arms fall, the sleeves of his shirt tightly clinging to his muscles as he loosely folds them across his chest, veins bulging in his forearms. Though you try not to meet his gaze for long, his eyes appear innocent and kind, filled with anything but lust as he looks up at you, seeming more like a puppy who just wants your love and attention.

Your stomach does a kickflip and your heart speeds up, but you chalk it up to nerves. There’s no way he’s really looking at you…not like that.

Fuck, he’s adorable though.

“You have our attention, cariño,” a man with olive skin and graying dark hair says, desire in his eyes as he looks up at Leah.

“My friend here” -she gestures to you, and you force a friendly smile, maintaining silence in fear of blurting out something stupid, alcohol leaving you mostly unfiltered- “could really use a favor.”

“Define ‘favor,’” another man, one with short blond hair, calmly demands. He is sitting nonchalantly, his arm resting on the table, his forearm tattoo on full display.

“I need someone to sing with me,” you pipe up, pointing to the stage where a duo is currently singing a terrible rendition of Garth Brook’s “Friends in Low Places,” if you can call mostly yelling unintelligible sounds into a microphone “singing.” “Stupid, I know, but it’s for a dare.”

The blond immediately seems disinterested, snickering at the request, and you really can’t blame him.

Leah shoots you a look, as if to suggest that was the worst possible way to go about it. Do you even know how to talk to men?

“Why don’t you sing something with her, Fish?” the olive-skinned man asks. He pokes the ribs of the guy sitting next to him, one wearing a cap with a Standard Oil logo on the front, his arms crossed as he leans back in his chair and looks down at the table. “I’m sure you know something catchy that’ll get it done.”

“Fuck you, pendejo,” he responds, uncrossing his arms long enough to push him away.

Meanwhile, the blond in the green hat dips his head back and lets out a loud laugh, causing the others to look at him confusedly. When he notices, he asks, “What? Tell me you didn’t do that on purpose. Fish? Catchy? It was perfect.”

Though you didn't grasp the unintentional pun when it was said, you can’t help but smile now that it’s been pointed out. Not to mention, the green-capped blond’s smile is contagious.

Seeming to ignore the blond, the man named Fish turns to his friend and suggests, “Why don’t you do it since you’re so keen on volunteering people?”

“Singing isn’t exactly my forte,” the olive-skinned man replies.

The blond man laughs again. “See! You are doing it on purpose.”

“The fuck I am, man.”

The blond rolls his eyes. “Fine, Pope. Whatever you say,” he concedes. “If you were actually trying, they’d just end up falling flat anyway. Like Fish here if he tried to sing. Everyone knows you can’t tune a fish.”

He is struggling to maintain his composure as he speaks, but he manages to say the words before cracking a smile, obviously proud of himself.

You want to laugh loud, but you keep a hand over your mouth, knowing the others aren't as amused as you are.

“Jesus Christ,” the short-haired blond man says, putting a hand on his forehead and trying to hide his face in apparent shame.

“You done?” Pope questions, seeming irritated.

“Yeah, sure,” the man seems to relent, sitting back in his seat, arms crossed. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to strike a chord.”

Fish covers his mouth with the palm of his hand, hiding the amusement he seemed to find in Pope’s annoyance.

“Hey,” you chime in, feigning seriousness. “You should probably give it a rest before you get in treble.”

It takes half a second for the blond to comprehend, but his face quickly changes from puzzled to excited.

“Yes!” he exclaims with a laugh, pointing at you, causing an awkward laugh to escape your lips. “See? She gets it.”

“Since you’re so likeminded, why don’t you help her, Ben?” Pope suggests.

Ben? Is that his name? Is it short for something? Benjamin, maybe? Benedict? Ben. Ben. BEN. It’s so easy to- Damn it! Stop. Bad!

“Seeing as none of you assholes are willing to help, I’d be happy to,” Ben says.

You quickly snap out of your daydream. Surprised, and unsure you heard correctly, you question, “Really?”

He rises from his seat and it’s nearly impossible to ignore how tall he is, how built he is, or just how incredible sexy he looks in jeans.

Flashing you a crooked smile, he assures you, “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Don’t pick anything stupid,” you overhear Fish say to him.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be sure to pick something you’ll like,” Ben replies, and you swear you can see mischief in his eyes.

“Someone better record this shit,” the short-haired blond mutters.

“Fuck off, Will,” Benny grumbles, causing Will to snicker.

After stepping up to you, he looks at you, and you can see him closely for the first time. His eyes glisten like crystals flashing in the rough while his smile shines as bright on the summer sun. There's just the right amount of stubble on his face, and it takes all your willpower not to touch it, to prove to yourself that he’s real. There's something magical about him, and you're captivated by him.

He gestures for you to start walking, insisting, “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You feel heat rise in your cheeks, but convince yourself he didn’t mean anything by the pet name. He’s just being nice. You hope he’s nice at least. A guy who knows fishy music puns can’t be bad, right?

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you remind him.

“I know. I want to.” He seems sincere, so you believe him.

“Thanks,” you reply with a smile, then turn and head toward the front of the bar.

“So…Team Bride, huh?” he questions, gesturing to your shirt as the two of you walk, clearly trying to make conversation. “Bold choice. I’m more of a Team Jacob kind of guy.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips, not expecting to hear any sort of Twilight reference from him. “Oh God. You did not just say that.”

He laughs nervously. “My bad. Team Edward?”

Your laughter continues. “Fifteen years ago, maybe. But God, we are not talking about that stage of my life right now.”

Ben chuckles. “Alright. Maybe another time then. Name’s Benny, by the way.”

Benny… That is so fucking cute. It suits him.

You offer your name as you come to a halt near the DJ booth, staring blankly ahead of you, realizing you have no idea what you’re doing.

“Nice to meet you. Do you know what you want to sing?”  

“I, uh…I hadn’t put any thought into it, actually. I’ve never done this before.”

“Karaoke or karaoke with a stranger?”

“Yes,” you respond with an awkward giggle. “I’ve, uh… Well, to be honest, I really didn’t want to do this. My friends basically bullied me into it.”

“We don’t have to do this then,” Benny offers, seeming concerned. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“No, no. It’s fine,” you insist. “I’ve already made it this far. I just…I didn’t think anyone would want to listen to a dying cat. I mean, I make Yoko Ono sound good.”

Benny laughs. “I’m sure you have a beautiful voice.”

Heat rises in your face once more and you momentarily drop your gaze.

“Besides, karaoke isn’t about singing well,” he adds. “It’s about having fun, right?”

You nod. “I’d hope so.”

He grins. “So, why don’t we make this fun?”

“I can’t say no to that. What do you have in mind?”

Bright, colorful lights shine on the two of you as you stand on the small stage at the front of the bar. Grasping the microphone, you look to Benny. Although you're still a bit nervous, his presence seems to soothe you. You got this – he told you as much before helping you up on the stage, his hand hovering near the small of your back as if prepared to hold you steady if need be.

Benny seems to notice you out of the corner of his eye. He looks at you and throws you a wink that causes the whole left side of his face to scrunch, making the corner of his mouth rise in a crooked smile. It’s so strange, but somehow, he makes you feel like you can conquer anything together.

Could he get any cuter?

Returning a smile, you look at the screen and nod, indicating that you’re ready for the song to begin.

It was a song you knew well, one that seemed to live permanently in your brain ever since you saw the movie Encanto. You couldn’t help but immediately agree without question when he suggested it.

The music begins, and immediately you start to sing.

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don’t talk about Bruno…

You’re animated as you sing, waving your hand and wagging your finger towards Benny then the audience. If you have to do this, why not have fun doing it?

But it was my wedding day. (It was our wedding day)

Benny chimes in and you shoot him a sideways glance as if he isn’t supposed to be singing with you.

We were getting ready and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. (No clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (Thunder!)

It's almost impossible not to laugh, his enthusiasm so fun and adorable, but you somehow manage to place a hand on your hip and give him an annoyed look.

You telling this story, or am I? (I’m sorry, mi vida, go on)

The two of you dance to the music as the words effortlessly leave your lips, until finally, you reach the end of the duet.

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no. We don’t talk about Bruno!

You turn and look at each other as you sing the last two lines, giving you the chance to stare deeply into his bold blue eyes. You focus on him, only him, your surroundings fading away, leaving only the two of you together. Music continues to play as you no longer sing along, so lost in him that you don't even notice.

A moment later, you snap back to reality and realize the duet has ended, so you awkwardly place the microphone back in its stand. Shooting him one last glance, you walk off the stage, and before you realize it, you’re at the bar waiting for a drink you don’t even remember ordering, your head reeling from the alcohol and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Leah joins you at the bar, seemingly in awe. “Am I crazy or did you two have, like, an insane amount of chemistry?”

“I…I don’t know,” you say breathlessly, looking down as the bartender places a drink in front of you. You heart is pounding rapidly, beating furiously against your chest. Did you seriously just do that?

You lose the thread of the conversation, your friend’s praise over your performance falling on deaf ears. All you can hear in your head is Benny’s voice, that deep, resonating voice. All you can see is his smile, bright and infectious, and those beautiful eyes staring back at you in adoration.

“Ooh, I think he’s coming over,” you hear her say as you gulp down your drink, and you have to stop yourself from turning around to look.

You begin to say something to her, wanting to know what to do, but she disappears before you have a chance to say anything. Though you sense a new body beside you at the bar, you don’t immediately turn, waiting for him to acknowledge you first. After he orders a drink, there are several moments of silence, to the point that you wonder if he’ll even say anything. Is he so embarrassed by your performance that he never wants to speak to you again?

“I think you’ll be happy to know that you didn’t sound like a dying cat,” Benny finally says. “At least not to me.”

You chuckle under your breath. When you turn to look at him, he is standing with a hand resting on the bar, his body turned toward you, but not uncomfortably in your space.

“You didn’t sound half-bad either,” you reply, not daring to admit that his voice is as gorgeous as he is.

“I’ve had some practice,” he says casually. “Mostly in the shower.”

You chuckle, but your mind tries to wander to imagining him in the shower. No! Quit it!  “I, uh… I love singing in the shower,” you admit, trying to keep the conversation flowing. “I put on a pretty decent soap opera.”

Benny responds with a hearty laugh. “That’s so stupid. I love it!”

“Thanks,” you say with a soft, shy smile, then take another sip of your drink.

After a moment of silence, he questions, “Do you come to this bar often?”

Pursing your lips to hide yet another smile, you look at him judgingly. “Smooth. Subtle. You totally win,” you respond before allowing your lips to curl into a grin.

“It’s not a competition. But if it was, seeing you smile is the only reward I need.”

It’s so cheesy, but you eat it up. Your stomach seems to do a kick flip, and you’re not quite sure what to think.

“You know, there aren’t many guys who know Disney music, let alone volunteer to sing it,” you state matter-of-factly.

Benny chuckles, then looks down at the bar, trying to formulate his response. “Yeah. I, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck. “My niece… Well, she’s not really my niece. My friend Catfish – Frankie. He has a little girl. Lucía. I help him out with her from time to time, try to give him a break whenever I can. It’s one of the ways I repay him for helping me train.”

“Train?”

“Yeah. I, uh… Well, I’m a cage fighter. I fight, and I teach people how to fight.”

“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Wow… That’s, um…” You’re flustered. A mix martial artist that’s very likely wrapped around a little girl’s finger? He really can’t get any hotter. “That’s impressive. I take it you train to a lot of princess music then.”

“Would you be surprised if I said ‘I’ll Make a Man Out of You’ from Mulan is my top track on Spotify?”

“You’re kidding!”

He laughs. “Yeah, I am. But if it was up to Lucía, it probably would be. She eats, sleeps, and breathes princesses. Don’t know how or why considering she’s been raised around a ring with four guys, but yeah… Encanto is her current obsession, and it annoys the hell out of Fish. He can’t escape it.”

“Not even at a bar, where he likely expected it least,” you speculate aloud. “That’s so fantastically evil.”

Benny grins proudly. “I think we have a lot in common,” he notes. “You think I can buy you a drink sometime?”

“You can buy me one now,” you offer, gesturing to your nearly empty drink. “But honestly? If you’re asking me on a date, I’m kind of over the whole ‘Let’s get drinks’ thing.”

“Alright,” he acknowledges. “Instead of ‘Let’s get drinks’ how about we skip to the real test?”

“The real test?” you question, obviously intrigued by what he has in mind.

“Yeah. Let’s see if we can last a day at Disney World together.”

Now that is one hell of a test.

“Depends,” you reply, trying to hide your excitement. “Which park are we talking?”

Benny raises an eyebrow. “Is this a test before the test?”

You shrug. “Let’s call it a pop quiz. See if you’re ready or have some work to do.”

“No pressure then, huh?” Bowing his head, he seems to think about it. When he looks back at you, he proposes, “I’m thinking we start the day at Magic Kingdom because, you know, it’s a given. You can’t go to Disney World and not experience Magic Kingdom. We’ll scream our heads off as we ride Thunder Mountain, eat churros every hour, and ride the teacups until we can’t see straight. Then maybe we hop on over to Epcot for dinner, drink around the world a little, and end the night with fireworks.”

Despite knowing there was no double meaning behind the suggestion, you tease him anyway, with a sly smile on your face “Fireworks, huh? We’ll see about that.”

Benny blushes. “No, I uh-”

You giggle at how flustered he seems to be, then interrupt, “I’m in.”

He lights up the room with his smile. “Yeah? When are you free?”

“What are you doing next Saturday?”

He shrugs, acting casual. “Going to Disney with you.”

A big, stupid grin slides onto your face. You bite your lip and give him a single nod. “It’s a date.”

[jungkxook]

—moonstruck. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: werewolf!taehyung au / arranged marriage au / smut with a sprinkle of fluff

⟶ words: 7,421

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, first time (virgin!taehyung), clumsy sex, soft and gentle sex, sort of rough sex, all the sex, cunnilingus, riding, hair pulling, knotting, buckets of cum, biting kink, slight impregnation kink, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: first fic back after a long hiatus and i’m suddenly v nervous to post this!! also this is shamelessly and 100% inspired by an episode of the show outlander (to be exact, the wedding episode). i couldn’t help myself!! 

“Are you serious right now?”

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted.” Whatever that means.

Had you heard yourself speak a year ago before meeting Taehyung and having your life turned upside down, you would have surely thought you were insane, and you would have definitely thought Taehyung is insane, and the rest of his friends who are, subsequently, now yours ━ each of whom are all currently splayed out before you in Namjoon’s spacious country-side home with similar grave looks staring back at you.

“Dead serious,” Hoseok takes the liberty of breaking the odd silence saturating the kitchen. He’s made it a point to be on time for once, which you consider great and all if it wasn’t basically to dispute your current death sentence. “Always thought Jaebum’s pack were sons of bitches ━ glad to know it’s still true.”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi scolds. “Be a little more compassionate.”

“Am I wrong?” Hoseok refutes.

From off to the side, Jimin pushes himself forward with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. “Tae, I told you this was a dumb fucking idea ━ bringing Y/N into the pack━”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” Taehyung protests hotly. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere behind you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown darkening his face.

“How could you not think this would happen?” Jungkook retorts bitterly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“She’s a human,” Jungkook says. “Jaebum wants her gone, but if he were to get his hands on her, then who knows what could happen━”

“I said shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung snarls, an odd vehement tone dripping from his every word that is out of the place for the usually tranquil boy. Jungkook’s mouth clamps shut at once, though you suspect it’s not to do with defeat more so than because he’s the newest addition to the pack and, while Namjoon is their leader (or Alpha, as you’ve heard being thrown around before), Taehyung was something of a second-in-command. You could only imagine the consequences of crossing either Namjoon or Taehyung within the pack.

“Hold on a second,” You try to sputter for air, lungs wheezing. Your mind has since been spinning, struggling to keep up. At first you thought they were joking when they had told you, but now you were beginning to understand the severity at the very least. “I’m being hunted? Why?”

Now, Namjoon looks from Taehyung, then to you, and back again. Taehyung hesitates to answer at first, and Jungkook scowls. “Well, tell her, Tae. You dragged her into this mess. She deserves to hear it from you.”

As you twist in your seat to look up at Taehyung, your eyes locking briefly with his, the boy grimaces and then has to look away. He takes a deep breath before responding. “Okay, look. You know that pack I told you about? Jaebum’s?”

You nod, though the memory is vague. You’ve heard the name in passing before, but you could only gather that there was some sort of animosity between his and Taehyung’s pack.

“He found out about you, and I don’t know how,” Taehyung explains. “And now he wants you gone, and he’ll do anything to see it through.”

You blink once, dumbfounded. Terrified, even. Taehyung can certainly hear it in your voice and it makes him flinch again, as if being striked across the face. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us,” Taehyung says. “Because you’re human. When I first told you about us, I was risking everything. It’s uncommon for one of us to bring a human into the pack just because, and often even frowned upon. There’s a fear you’ll expose us to the human world or the hunters. Jaebum’s threatening to start war if we don’t deal with this situation ourselves.”

It’s only then that the dread begins to creep upon you, chilling you to the bone. “Deal with it… how?”

“The ultimatum is either kill you ourselves, or give you over to Jaebum to deal with, as a sort of peace offering,” Namjoon says carefully.

“Which probably also results in death,” Hoseok points out morbidly.

Jin scoffs. “Or worse.”

“Is there any option that doesn’t result in death?” You ask warily. At this, the group falls silent once more.

“Well, there is one.” Namjoon glances fleetingly around at his brethren, then sighs. “You become one of us.”

“I━” You stammer, face suddenly hot. “You mean, like, a werewolf?”

“I mean, a wedding.”

“A wedding?” You gasp. “How is that going to save me?”

“Not a wedding like you think,” Namjoon says. “More of a bonding. A handfasting. Right now, as a human, you’re vulnerable and exposed. We have no claim over you. But if you become one of us ━ without being turned ━ then Jaebum shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

Slowly, you begin to piece together the fragment of your dilemma. “Marry who?”

A beat of silence passes amongst the group in which time you spot Namjoon nod in the direction of Taehyung’s figure beyond you, a wordless yet clear gesture. Suddenly, a stubborn warmth of a blush pinches at your cheeks. You wonder if they can notice, if Taehyung can notice. You start, “Taehyung━?”

“He offered to be the one,” Namjoon says. “And Jaebum knows Taehyung’s role in the pack. If he knows you’re mated to Tae, Jaebum would be absolutely insane to try and come for you. It’s the only way, Y/N, and it ensures your safety.”

“Marrying Taehyung?” You ask shrilly, voice dangerously thin. “How is marrying Taehyung going to ensure my safety?”

“It’s not just a marriage,” Jimin explains.

But of course you already know this, werewolf laws a strange and intricate jumble of rules that you’ve long since grown accustomed to. When he speaks next, you already know it’s much more than a marriage; and, when he speaks next, you fear you’ve already had your fate decided for you.

“It’s not just a marriage,” Namjoon repeats, matter-of-fact, “because we’re making you Taehyung’s mate.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

You try not to think about it. Admittedly, marrying your friend who you have only known for a year isn’t something you had been expecting. But, as Namjoon had explained it, it wasn’t necessarily a legal unification between you and Taehyung, though you suppose it’s as valid now as any marriage with the ritualistic handfasting ceremony making it official. That, and you favoured living to see another day instead of becoming a werewolf’s next meal or ripped to shreds by one.

Only a day after your conversation with the boys of Taehyung’s pack, you’ve come to your ultimate decision which has led you to where you are now, returning to Namjoon’s home for a wedding. Your wedding. You hadn’t very long to decide your own fate anyway, with the boys grimly warning you it was now or never. But you trust them, despite this crazed ludicrous situation you find yourself in ━ and you trust Taehyung more than anything, your friendship with him having quickly blossomed into something so sincerely profound over the year that you’ve known him.

If you’re being honest, Namjoon’s pack had at least made an effort for the occasion because despite how unconventional it is, it was still a celebration. A celebration for your marriage, and a celebration for their hopeful victory over Jaebum. Still, the underlying threat of the evening remains, made more prevalent by the fact that it was required to invite at least another pack (of which you’ve met the leader, Jisoo, a handful of times before) as witnesses. It’s a simple ceremony too, quaint and cute if you weren’t clinging to life. You had made it a point to dress up, digging a pretty white dress from the depths of your closet with flowing butterfly-like sleeves; Taehyung had forgone a suit but was still handsomely dressed too, leaving you to feel like less of an idiot. Namjoon had officiated it, standing before you and Taehyung as you held one another’s hand, wrapped delicately in ribbon, listening to the vows being proclaimed that talked about true love, and the passion and yearning involved.

When the handfasting finally draws to a close, you’re shoved into a room alone with Taehyung for a moment of privacy by Hoseok, who can be heard quipping wolfishly, “Get it over with quick!” before vanishing behind the closed door. You wager he’s left to join with the rest of the festivities outside where, no doubt, every werewolf is currently drinking themselves blind.

Finally alone with Taehyung, a saturated silence fills the air that has you wringing your hands anxiously in front of you. You sit on the edge of the bed in the center of the room. “What other choice was there, Tae?”

Taehyung takes a moment to respond, and even he knows the thought is a useless one when it crosses his mind before voicing it aloud. “We could have ran away.”

“How far would we get?” You sigh. Still, the sorrow earnest in his voice and riddling his face is enough to make you look up at him sympathetically. “I’m no use to you if Jaebum or someone worse finds us by ourselves. Besides, the boys need you.”

“No, you need me,” Taehyung insists. “Jungkook’s right. I dragged you and the pack into this mess. It’s my responsibility to fix this.”

He drags his feet towards the bed, then flops down onto his back on the mattress. A troubled groan punctuates the air, and you sneak a glance behind you to see him rubbing warily at his eyes.

You decide now would be the best time to ask the one question that has been on your mind since the night before when you were sitting in Namjoon’s kitchen to discuss Jaebum’s scorn. “Is that why… Is that why you offered to be my mate?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admits meekly. “Sort of. Think we’d all rather it be me than Joon, anyway.”

You don’t argue with this. The reasons as to why it had to be Taehyung satisfied you well enough. That, and aside from having befriended the pack over the months, you’re much closer to Taehyung than you are with the others.

“So…” You trail off, clearing your throat. At this point, you’re simply speaking for the sake of filling the void. “What now?”

Taehyung shrugs. He looks around the room. “Nothing.”

“Well, what did Hoseok mean just now? Get what over with?”

“Erm━” Taehyung opens his mouth, as if preparing to explain, then decides otherwise. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung, we literally just got married and you’re already keeping secrets from me,” You retort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he insists. “It’s just that… Well…” He sits up from the bed, meeting your curious gaze. “This was essentially a mating, and every mating needs to be seen through to the end to be considered valid. The pack can tell when it’s… uh… done.”

Oh.

Now it hits you. It’s the way he awkwardly trails off, hand ruffling through his long locks, that has you immediately understanding what he’s trying to imply. You gawk upward at him. “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

Suddenly, Taehyung looks flustered and he shakes his head frantically. “I mean, they expect it, but I would never force it on you.” Then, he straightens up, as if captivated by a newfound confidence. The smallest of smirks dances upon his lips that you don’t miss. “Besides, I never said it had to be between you and me. As long as they can sense it, I’d say your hand would do just fine instead ━ but you have all night for that.”

“Oh my god.”

The smirk widens into a devious look now. “You said you wanted honesty.”

As he dissolves into a fit of stifled chuckles, you scowl but you wager it’s mostly an attempt to hide the frazzled look on your face. Then, hurrying to change the topic, ask, “Is every mating like that then?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. “If two mates want to stay together forever, they complete the process with marking, usually by a bite. It strengthens the mating bond.”

Taehyung notices you squirm in your spot, crossing your knee over the other and squeezing your thighs together. He can sense you’re uncomfortable, understandably with your current situation, but can’t quite pinpoint what else seems to make you sit so rigidly.

“What was it like for you?” He decides to ask. “The handfasting?”

The question takes you by surprise, though his sincere intrigue makes you smile smally to yourself. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but it was… It was nice.” You think back to nearly an hour ago, and the way Taehyung had looked standing before you. While you were marrying him out of necessity, there was something candidly beautiful about the entire ceremony. At the very least, you were glad it had been with Taehyung of all people. “Can I be honest with you, Tae?”

“Of course,” Taehyung says. “At this point, you can pretty much tell me anything. Don’t think anything’s as shocking as coming out as a werewolf.”

An innocent giggle bubbles at your throat. Suddenly, you look sheepish. “I might have had one too many glasses of wine before coming.”

“Ah.” Despite the interested hum of noise, he looks genuinely entertained. “So you’re drunk?”

“Not quite. Pleasantly buzzed,” You say. “Well, can you blame me? The occasion called for it considering a bunch of wolves want to kill me and I’m being arranged into a marriage.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your own wedding?”

You pull a face, though Taehyung gathers it’s because of the blunt mention of the word. “I do. Just… not all of it. Some things are clearer than others, but I think that’s mostly because I was nervous.”

“I remember every moment,” Taehyung muses thoughtfully. “I remember seeing you there, in your dress, and everything felt right despite it all.” His stare hardens in that moment, as if probed by the harsh reminder of the reasoning behind the night in the first place. “You know I’ll do anything to keep you safe, right? We haven’t had time to sit back and talk it over but you really do mean the world to me.”

A muffled groan eclipses your lips. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes as you bemoan, “Don’t say those kinds of things, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because… Because…” Your eyes shoot open, though suddenly you refuse to meet his curious wandering gaze.

But Taehyung doesn’t even need you to finish your thought. You wonder if it’s one of the many keen abilities possessed by these shapeshifters or if it’s simply a Taehyung thing, being that he’s quickly become one of your closest friends over the year that you’ve known him.  

“You’re still nervous,” he hums as delicately as possible. It’s not an accusation, but a simple fact of the matter. He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two of you. “Are you nervous because of me?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung snorts. When you don’t respond immediately, a small inkling of a doubt makes him question apprehensively, “Are you scared of me then? I wouldn’t blame you, especially after everything that’s been going on━”

“What?” You finally turn to look at him, a look of incredulousness contorting your face. “No! No, I’m not scared of you, Tae. I could never be scared of you.” You don’t dare turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your hands as you continue. “You make me nervous, but not in a bad way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” When you chance a look at him, you find him smiling softly to himself. “It’s the same way I felt when I saw you earlier tonight.”

Your heart quickens in pace against your chest, and you’re almost positive he can surely hear it. Now, you finally lift your timid stare to meet his pensive look, and you have to bite back the smile that threatens to form on your face. He looks distracted, though not in a way where his mind is elsewhere entirely; instead, he seems besotted, dark eyes shimmering gently, and there’s a palpable shift of energy in the atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the pair of you begin to gravitate towards one another, leaning in close enough to shorten the distance between the two of you. You pause, lingering near enough to feel his warm breath fanning against your neck. He can’t help himself, and reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers along your shoulder to the base of your throat, sending chills down your spine. His hand comes to rest against your neck, fingers stretching outward to cradle the back of your head. He guides you toward him this time, closer and closer.

“Taehyung…” You whisper.

He stops at once, clamps his mouth shut and squeezes his eyes closed. His restraint seems to be not without labour, judging by the sobering small shake of his head, and the way he leans his forehead against yours, tendons in his jaw fluttering as he clenches his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He’s startled when you’re the one that moves first, catching his lips onto yours. He’s unmoving at first, basking in the feel and taste of your mouth smoothing over his. It’s slow, steady, but then he’s craning his neck to deepen the kiss and something feverish overtakes the both of you. You clamber onto his lap at once, swinging one leg over his and settling back onto him, your dress bunching up at your thighs. He’s taken aback for a moment, though his hands instinctively come to grip at your waist and you try not to focus on how large and warm they feel, burning against the material of your dress. In fact, every inch of him radiates a thermal energy that is both comforting and excites you. You chase his lips, yearning for another kiss, but he hesitates at the last moment, jerking his head away. He doesn’t move very far at first, then he drops his head into the crook of your neck. His nose burrows against the base of your throat, his lips brushing against your skin as he moves along your neck to your shoulder, then back again. You can tell he’s holding himself back, not quite allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

“You said we have all night, didn’t you?” You rasp. “So why not start now?”

“I also said it didn’t have to be between you and me if you didn’t want it to be.” Taehyung finds his voice at long last, however hoarse it may be. You’re already driving him crazy, just by your smell alone. “Are you sure? You said you wanted honesty, so be honest with me, Y/N. Don’t just say it’s because it has to be done. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Well, don’t you want this?” You question.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans against your neck. Something feral seems to stir within him, and you can feel his canines bare against your skin. “But only if you do.”

You aren’t quite sure what seems to possess you all of a sudden. He’s intoxicating, you think. Your hands tug at his hair now, desperation wearing your own voice thin. “Yes, Tae. Please. I want you inside me so badly.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against your throat, tonguing hot open-mouthed kisses there. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you harder against him, and the feeling of him growing harder against your inner thigh in a matter of seconds has you both enraptured by a newfound heated ferocity.

Grasping at a moment of clarity, you ask meekly, “Isn’t this your first time?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You want to tell him anything but, the way his hands and lips move across you an indicator of that. “I thought you wolves are all about sex. Don’t you, like, go into heat or something?”

It’s a feeble attempt at a snarky joke, judging by the way your lips unfurl into a languid smirk. “Typically. But I never wanted sex for the sake of fucking. The boys make fun of me all the time for it.”

You snicker, but the delightful noise is lost in a simper as he continues to kiss upward to the underside of your jaw. He grips tightly at your waist and moves, shifting the two of you around, until your back is splayed out on the edge of the bed and he’s hovering directly over you.

“Taehyung…” He grunts in response, though you don’t blame him for not responding. The way his cock bulges against your core now, the way you press your hips up into his instinctively, is enough to drive you insane, let alone the boy. Still, you manage to rasp, “Tae, just don’t bite me. Promise me.”

“I won’t,” he assures, though now he certainly seems preoccupied. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and whines aloud, “God, I can already smell you. So fucking good.”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as his hips dig harshly into yours in a way that makes you aware of what his words seem to mean. Slick arousal already begins to form between your legs, pooling into a mess on your underwear that has you squirming beneath him. The thought of him being able to smell you makes your face heat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He kisses down to your collarbones, then, without warning, flips you over at once. Rough hands grasp at your waist, pulling you to your knees and your ass off the edge of the bed. As he fumbles to tear your panties from your hips, then lifts the skirt of your dress up with one hand, he hurries to undo his belt and the button of his pants with the other.

“Wait, Tae━” You gasp. Before he can push himself into you, you heave yourself up with your hands and twist just enough to place your palm above his waist on his abdomen, stopping him in his place. “What are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows creasing with concern. “Isn’t this how it’s done? I’m not totally helpless.”

You bite back your abrupt grin, swallowing your amusement when you realize he’s genuinely confused. It’s hard to grasp how he can look so innocent even despite his leaking cock still in his hand. “Well, yeah, but not always.”

“I just thought it was like how dogs go at it, y’know?” Taehyung says. “The guys all seem to say so anyway.”

You can’t help it now when this newfound information has you keeling over with laughter. You’re fortunate he doesn’t seem offended by your delight, instead grinning sheepishly to himself as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

“What?” he asks promptly, and then as if to nudge you back to reality, tightens his grip on your waist and yanks you towards him gingerly. Pressing his front flush against your back, he catches your ear lobe between his teeth and nibbles on it.

“Then I feel sorry for their mates,” You manage to choke out. “It’s not bad, but I want to be able to see you the first time around. It’s better that way. More intimate.”

You squirm out from beneath him, turning to face him properly. Still sprawled out before him, you prop yourself up on your elbow and then reach out with your other hand to grab at his face and pull him down to you.

“Noted,” he hums into your mouth. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of at the moment,” You admit, though maybe that’s simply because your mind is spinning at the sight of his length.

He’s much, much bigger than you imagined, tip irritated and swollen red already, glistening with precum as he swipes his palm over himself a handful of times. You hike your dress up further around your waist as he guides himself towards you.

“Stop me if it hurts,” he says.

You nod, though you trust him well enough to know he’ll treat you right in the best way possible. As he pushes the tip of his length against your folds and into you, your reactions are almost immediate. He ceases above you, face scrunching up at the feeling of your slickness around him. You notice his furrowed brows, the way he bares his teeth. A guttural growl sounds deep within his chest that has you shuddering in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet. You take me so well, baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Don’t care,” You whimper. “Just wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself in further, slowly and carefully, inch-by-inch, in just a way that has the both of you feeling how he stretches you open every single step of the way. You wonder how much further you can go until he’s stopping, bottoming out within you. He sputters for air, collapsing against your chest entirely as you fall back onto the bed. He waits just enough for you to adjust to the girth of his weight in you, then rolls his hips into yours. Then again, and again, until he’s grinding into you with such measured and deep strokes that you melt beneath him entirely. You kick your legs up to wrap around his waist, head lolling back at the feeling of his mouth sucking against your throat.

“I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off then into an abrupt cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum━”

He’s quick to dissolve into shambles, grunting and moaning every time you clench around him and every thrust of his hips. Just when you think you’ve lost yourself to the moment, he cums much faster than you thought and entirely unexpected for him too, in hot waves that have you still writhing beneath him. When he’s spent, his weight falls slack against you, crushing you beneath him but in a comforting manner. It’s silently peaceful for a few moments as he settles, heart thundering in his chest and against yours. Your fingers smooth over his sweaty long locks, scratching at his head. Then━

“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” he mutters wretchedly.

“Not terrible,” You confess. “What was that? Three minutes, top? For your first time, I’m honestly surprised you lasted more than a minute.”

“Fuck off.” His fingers poke at your sides teasingly as you burst out into laughter. He lifts his head to meet yours, perhaps a little embarrassed. “Don’t tell the guys. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You hum, tracing your finger down to his lips. “We can practice whenever you want. I’ll make you into a lover so good, you’ll want me to brag to them.”

“Practice, huh?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. He pulls himself from your core and you hiss at the sudden loss, tugging at his chest as if to keep him close to you but he seems to have other plans. “Why stop now?”

You watch him curiously. “Easy there, boy. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Well, I have to make it up to you,” he points out. “Especially on your wedding night. It’s only fair. What kind of lousy mate would I be to call it a night without having you cum on my face?”

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes but you marvel at the way you had shuddered at the word only moments ago and now, under such a different circumstance, the way he utters it makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Is this the first time you’ve eaten a girl out?”

“I said I was a virgin,” he says. Your eyes stay trained on the boy as he shifts himself further down your body to wedge himself between your thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder. He kisses at your navel, then down to your core. He takes his time as he reaches out with his fingers to swipe at your folds, admiring the way his cum leaks from you; then, with his forefinger, he wipes at a stray bead of his arousal and pushes it back into your cunt slowly. The simple action is enough to have your back arching off the bed, hands flying out to brace yourself by gripping at his hair. “I never said I didn’t know how to please a woman elsewhere.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Gladly.”

He sinks lower to your core and out of sight, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the way. His finger never once leaves its spot within you, and instead is joined by another that spreads you wide in absence of his cock.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus on anything other than your beautiful cunt?” he asks, voice low and sultry. “From the moment I could smell you, I wanted a taste.”

His tongue probes against your clit, the wet muscle a sudden startle that has you slackening against him. He flicks it back and forth, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. A moan threatens to fall from your lips but an intrusive thought crossing your mind has you swallowing it with much difficulty.

“Can’t the boys hear us from down there?” You ask. You wonder how the celebration for your “wedding” has unfolded over the night without you or Taehyung there, or if they even notice your prolonged absence.

“No.” His voice is a deep mumble, rattling you from your core outward. “We learn how to tune out sounds nearby unless we really want to pay attention. The new ones struggle a bit, though.”

He curls his fingers inside you, stretching them upward. You pant, “Isn’t Jungkook still new?”

You can feel his smirk unfurling against you even before he pokes his head up to look at you with devious, hooded eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a hazing process.”

You hardly have time to register the thought, though it doesn’t matter much. You’re far too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung is making you feel to even care. He drops his mouth from your clit to your folds, tongue swirling against your aching core. He laps at your cunt like a mangy dog as his fingers continue to work within you. The further he burrows into you, the harder his nose digs against your clit and sends you over the edge. You try to hold on just a little longer but your core is already achingly sensitive from when his length had made it home.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me taste you.”

Fingers twisting in his hair, he growls roughly against you, basking in the way you mewl and moan his name. Time seems to blur and, before you know it, you’ve reached your high. You’re embarrassingly wet, soaking his chin and nose which glistens with a mixture of yours and his arousal. Taehyung doesn’t hold back, instead licking you clean of every last drop, a muffled moan of content emitting from him.

“So good,” he says. “All mine.”

When he finally pulls away from you, he licks at his lips as if not quite finished with your every taste. From where he sits, you’re an entire mess, brows scrunched in concentration, teeth tugging at your lower lip. Needy hands yank at his hair and he obliges, kissing his way up your body to meet your mouth. His tongue pokes through to lav at your lips and wedges itself beyond, and you suck delightfully at the taste of you and him mingling on it. His own hands caress your body, bringing you back down from your high gradually but you can still feel his straining dick against your thigh and it invigorates you even further despite the beginning hints of exhaustion starting to creep upon you.

“Want more,” Taehyung growls with a newfound intensity, catching you off guard. “Need your cunt. M’gonna make it mine. Need to make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum till you’re bursting with my pups, how does that sound?”

Mind spinning, you nod eagerly at the thought. Your words form in the shape of a moan. “Yes, please.”

“Gotta get this dress off first,” he mutters, greedy palms wandering up beneath the hem of your dress.

You scurry to obey, helping him slide the dress off your arms and toss it away on the floor. He’s more than pleased to see that you had decided to forgo wearing a bra earlier in the day, and reaches out at once to grasp at your perked breasts in his large palm. He buries his face into your chest, catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He busies himself by marking your chest red with small nibbles until you grow impatient, tugging at the shirt he’s still wearing. He’s quick to oblige, shedding himself of his clothes; then, his nails are digging viciously into your hips as he flips the two of you over with incredible ease.

“Sit on my cock,” he snarls into your ear. “Need to feel you again.”

Legs weak from your past orgasm and the huskiness of his voice, you sidle onto his lap, tossing one thigh over his. He sits up to join you and helps push himself past your folds, though you finish by settling back on his length carefully until you’re filled to the brim. Despite already knowing what to expect from the first time around, you still shudder at the feeling, mouth unhinging as you roll your hips leisurely against his. He hardly strays from your body, instead continuing to kiss between the valley of your breasts and up to the underside of your jaw and back again. Fingers poke and prod at your body as they follow his lips, then grasp at your ass to push you closer to him each time you grind against him.

Just when you begin grinding against him in a new angle that makes you moan into his ear, a sudden noise startles the both of you but only just. It takes you both a moment to register it’s the sound of knocking on the other side of the bedroom door (that you can’t remember if Taehyung had locked, because you certainly hadn’t), followed by Jimin’s familiar voice. “Joon said he wanted us to check in on you!”

Taehyung immediately groans into your neck out of frustration, though you suspect it’s because your pace starts to stutter and not because of his bothersome friends.

“Taehyung,” You bite at your lip in an attempt to hide your moans. You tug at his hair, as if to portray what your words fail to do, but he can hear it plainly riddling your voice. The concern, and the sudden shyness, as if fearing Jimin may walk in. But part of you is thrilled at the thought, and judging by the way your unabashed cry of glee slips from your lips without much hiding is proof of that. “Oh, Tae━”

“Shit,” Taehyung’s muffled grunts of pleasure and the way his hips continue to dig into yours to meet your efforts makes you aware Jimin is the least of his current troubles. “Fucking hell━ Don’t stop.”

“Are you guys okay in there?” Now comes Hoseok’s voice, a little faint but undeniably there. Can they hear you? Do they care? They must know what’s happening beyond the door.

“They’re doing it on purpose. Fucking idiots,” Taehyung snarls as he slams his hips up into yours. A contented whimper falls from your mouth, and you cling to him tighter as you quicken your pace. Taehyung grabs at your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes fixed on him despite wandering to the door. “Look at you fucking yourself on me still even with them listening. Such a good girl, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna breed so well.”

You think Hoseok and Jimin give up and leave at some point, though you don’t recall when. Instead, in the next moment, something primitive seems to awaken in Taehyung once more and he’s shoving you onto your back on the bed. Kneeling before you, he pummels his hips into yours again and again until you’re only crying his name.

“Mine. All mine,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

So wearied from your first high, you tumble easily to your second, coming undone in a matter of seconds, spurred on by the lewd wet noises of his length thrusting into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, basking in the sound of your moans. “Fuck━ Let them all know who you belong to━”

But just when you think Taehyung has reached his own orgasm ━ sputtering for air and crescendoing in moans of your names, panting hot breath into your ear as he leans against your chest ━ he doesn’t. His thrusts become desperate and sloppy, bordering on frantic, that the soreness between your legs begins to burn. It’s an amalgamation of stubborn yet bearable pain and something harshly pleasant that has your head lolling back.

“What’s wrong?” You moan, blindly tugging at his hair. “Taehyung?”

“I can’t━” He cries out. “I can’t━ I’m so fucking hard, it hurts. I don’t know what’s wrong━”

Confused yet too tired to keep up, you reach out to smooth your fingers across his back. “It’s okay. Just let go, baby. Cum for me, Tae. Please.”

“I’m trying,” he chokes out. “I just can’t━”

Your mind works in a haze to understand what’s happening, but through it all you’re able to discern one reasonable thought. What had Taehyung said about matings and bonds? Aside from the obvious of sleeping with a mate, he had said that typically certain bonds require marking. But he had also said that marking proved to be almost irreversible, resulting in a connection so close that a pair of mates would be together forever. It was a troublesome concept to think about, especially when considering you didn’t think you were a fit match for Taehyung if only because you’re human.

But is that what he needed? The physical strain he puts himself under now to reach his high is almost unbearable to watch. So, you settle on a whim of a decision and conclude that you won’t think of any consequences until after the fact, only wanting to see the poor boy in relief.

“Tae,” You whisper. “What if you bite me?”

“I won’t,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. His pace has slowed as he slumps against your chest in nearing defeat. “You told me not to.”

“I don’t care,” You retort. “Just bite me.”

He hesitates, lifting his gaze to look at you. When he sees your earnest zeal, he grimaces as if despising that this is his only option. Still, the look of relief that crosses his face is undeniably there. He presses his mouth against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your flesh as he grazes the smooth expanse for a spot, sharp canines poking against you. You brace yourself for the bite, though the pain isn’t as bad as you had thought. A sharp jolt runs down your spine as he sinks his teeth into your skin, and his reaction is immediate, crumbling into pitiful moans of glory.

“Fuck!” he wails. With one final slam of his hips into yours, he finally reaches his high and it’s unlike anything you have felt before. As if he begins to swell within you, his length pulsates as he cums in you to the point where you can’t help but feel so full. It overflows and leaks from your core and onto the sheets, a sticky mess that lingers even long after he’s done. Your mouth pops open at the foreign feeling, whimpering his name.

“I’m sorry,” he flinches. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” You manage to say. “It just… It feels so good━”

He sluggishly rides out the rest of his high until you both physically can’t take anymore. When he hears you hiss his name in a soft reminder, he apologizes once more. Then, as the room falls oddly silent, he slumps against you. He lavs his tongue over the fresh mark on your neck, the gentle motion alleviating the sting left behind. As Taehyung settles finally, he shifts his head to look up at you. You note the faint yellow hue lingering in his eyes, fading now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “We might have to stay like this for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about that,” You croon sleepily. “You better draw me a bath after this.”

He laughs, rubbing gentle circles against your hips. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”

You believe him wholeheartedly when he says it, smiling against his mouth when he leans in for a kiss. His tender wandering hands over your body does wonders in calming your shrill heart, the stretch between your legs, and the bite on your neck. He nuzzles his face into your collarbones, the tip of his nose tickling against you. As your fingers rake through his hair and scratch at his head, he mewls in content.

“Is it always like that?” You ask through a stifled yawn. “You had so much energy, I could barely keep up.”

“No,” he admits groggily. “It’s only like that when you’re mated with someone.”

“What does that even mean anyway?” You ask. “To be mated with someone?”

“Well, it’s━ It’s not really a conscious decision. It sort of just happens,” Taehyung says. “It’s a connection. You gravitate towards one another. You can’t live without the other. We call it imprinting. Sometimes you’re mated to a person who doesn’t even want you, but those are rare instances.”

“So we’re the exception?”

“I thought we were,” Taehyung trails off now. He finally lifts his head to look at you, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I━ Well━ All of this, and especially the bite, doesn’t just happen ━ and definitely not with humans.”

“Oh.” You blush now, face warming under the boy’s introspective stare. “So you’re saying we’re…”

“I always thought there was a connection, but I didn’t think it meant this,” Taehyung murmurs to himself. “As crazy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be.”

“So the bite…”

You don’t finish your thought, instead already having pieced it together in your mind. It does sound crazy, but even you have felt it before. A strange connection to Taehyung, far more exceptional than simply having feelings for him. And the bite is what draws it all together, proving his point and your previous speculations about some sort of affection between the two of you.  

“Are you starting to regret this now?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, a weak attempt at a joke to what he had asked you earlier in the night.  

He braces himself, as if waiting for your outburst of annoyance or anger. To push him off of you and leave forever. But you do neither, instead reaching out to grasp at his face in both of your hands. You delicately lift his head, meeting his docile stare, entirely and utterly bewitched by him.

“No,” You say earnestly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better night.” A smile forms on his face, innocent and ardent in nature. “I’m just wondering how I’ll hide the mark.”

“I think there’s little to hide now after tonight,” Taehyung grins wolfishly. “Especially with the boys.” 

He quivers with laughter at the sight of your scowling face and fingers poking at his sides. As he settles, he leans into your ear to hum, “I’ll make it up to you. Everything. Jaebum, the bite, the boys. But I think you should rest now. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

You don’t argue with that. You’ve already begun to fight the beginnings of sleep, eyelids drooping and itching with a need to just close them ━ and with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, his body emitting a pleasurable heat, you decide there’s no place else you’d rather be, moonstruck and in love.

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[nymphbnny]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”