#so its like lying in a quiet pit of fluff rather than standing in a field full of discomfort

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From Breakup to Make Up

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» Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (female OC) [feat. Kim Yugyeom]

» Genre(s): SMUT, Angst, Romance, & Slight-Fluff (if you squint near the end)

» Warning(s) & Rating: Toxic Relationship, Swearing, BDSM Themes, Dom/Sub Themes, Thigh Riding, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, and Dirty Talk / 18+

» Word Count: 6.5K

» Summary: After reading a dating rumor article, Jungkook couldn't help but feel pissed off. It has been known for over a month, among friends and colleagues, that the two of you are a hot item, so why are you stepping out with his close friend, Kim Yugyeom? Fans have always known about his infamous temper, but no one has ever seen it―not even you. What will happen between the two of you once you get home, and Jungkook accuses you of cheating? Will this finally be the breaking point to your guys' relationship? Or perhaps―will a specific activity save the love the two of you bear for one another?

Breaths are heavy and sporadic. The insanely jealous man intensely stares at each sentence, drinking in every word that the website displays front and center. Many questions flood Jungkook's mind with each passing second. Questions like "when did they meet?" "where did they find the time to go behind his back?" and most importantly— "how could she do this to me?" This foreign feeling seeps into his heart as well the pit of his stomach. Something is going to happen, and he might not have a girlfriend at the end of this.

His hand balls into a fist; his grip tightens, causing his knuckles to turn practically white. He is so close to throwing his laptop at the wall. He can feel his blood boiling as if he's sitting in a pot over a huge flame. That's how pissed he is. This unspeakable betrayal between him and his supposed close friend and soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. What happened?

A low growl emits from him as Jungkook slams his device shut and shoves it away from him. He tilts his head back; his eyes land on the dull-colored ceiling. His heart pounds against his chest as even darker thoughts invade his mind. Nothing is worse than a man's insecurity.

It is one of the more well known "secrets" throughout the fandom that Jungkook experiences insecurities. What person doesn't? However, underneath his arrogant yet strong façade lies a scared man—a worried man.

Sure, his devilish looks could easily land him any girl he wants—desires, but his shy personality…yes…his shy personality is his kryptonite. Hence, why he never pays attention to girls. He always has his eyes on his career, and that's it—no room for distractions. Then, one fateful day, that changes.

You magically appear in his life. L/N Y/N. Something about you bewitches him. How is it possible that one marvelous woman can deter his focus away from everything and everyone? How is it possible that you can take his eyes off of IU, and everyone in the KPOP world knows that he is a massive fan of her? What makes you so unique?

Simple…while the world sees him as Jeon Jungkook, a member of the worldwide sensation group, BTS, you simply see him as Jeon Jungkook, the annoying brat your younger sibling so happens to be close friends with.

That's how you are thrust into the world of cameras in your face 24/7. Random strangers coming up to you and asking if your sibling could follow them on Instagram and Twitter. Endless amounts of requests. That's what fills up your day. Evenings too.

However, knowing that you're perfectly happy with being with him is more than enough for Jungkook.

So, what happens now?

What…happens…now?

The sounds of a door opening pull him out of his plaguing thoughts. Jungkook closes his eyes; his breath slowly leaves his nostrils.

"Jungkook?! Babe?!" a melodious voice echoes throughout the quiet condo.

Then, footsteps.

Jungkook's eyes instantly snap towards the bedroom door as it makes an annoying—slow—creak.

“So, this is where you've been hiding. I thought you would've been locked up in your man cave." He hears you tease as you slowly close the gap between yourselves, your house slippers hitting the carpet softly.

Just as you reach out to pull him into a loving hug, Jungkook steps back; his eyes narrow down on you.

The cold stare penetrates your warm ones as an uneasy feeling fills the bedroom as the clock that hangs on the wall slowly ticks away.

Your gaze continues to linger on his as your mind tries to figure out what has him so riled up.

The more your lips remain shut, the more Jungkook's anger meter rises.

He must get his temper in control or else he will say or even worse…do something he'll regret for the rest of his life. His eyes slowly close; the air in his lungs exit through his nose.

He steps backward, away from his leading lady, before his entire body spins around ad his back now faces you.

Your brow rises, finding his action rather odd. You reach out; your hand touches his bicep, resulting in Jungkook's muscle tensing underneath your burning touch. His attention flickers onto you for a split second before he shrugs your delicate fingers off and continues walking towards your shared closet.

You do a double-take as a soft scoff exits your lips. What just happened? You don't remember to do anything recently that would've pissed him off. Your eyes shift from one corner of the room to the other as your brain goes into overdrive, trying to decipher your boyfriend's sudden moodiness.

Then, your phone vibrates in your back pocket as if someone miraculously answers your prayers.

You reach behind you, your fingers grazing the semi-warm case that protects one of the most prized items you own. You hook your fingers around the device and pull it out of your pocket. Your thumb presses firmly on the home button, initiating the fingerprint lock that you absolutely love.

The second that your phone unlocks, a soft smile graces your lips as the image of Jungkook kissing your cheek displays brightly behind the many apps your phone has installed.

Before you could get too sentimental over the picture, you quickly check your notifications, noticing that you have received a text message from Yugyeom.

Tiny crinkles form on your forehead as your eyes scan the context of the message. You mumble some of the words that stand out to you. Dating? A mutual friend?

A light chuckle leaves your lips as you find the supposed dating article a joke. Do these news reporters have nothing better to do? How can they "announce" that you're dating Yugyeom when a few months prior, the same idiotic reporters announced that you and Jungkook are indeed a hot couple and have been for almost a year.

Yet, how can he turn around and say that you're currently dating Yugyeom? The same Kim Yugyeom of the group, GOT7. The same Kim Yugyeom that has been your friend way before Jeon Jungkook appeared in your life. The two of you are nothing more but close friends. What's even funnier is that Yugyeom is technically the reason why you and Jungkook are happily together—or at least…were happily together.

After seeing Jungkook storm away from you, you honestly have no clue where the two of you stand. This endless ocean of confusion enters your body and soul as you remain frozen where you stand.

Your heart says to talk to him and try and reason with him that what he has read is nothing but lies concocted by reporters who love to stir up shit. On the other hand, your mind says to simply leave him and be and just walk away. Sure, it's the cowards way out, but honestly, whenever the two of you have your rare spats, they're horrific. Shouting. Screaming. Yelling. That's what the matches consist of out calling the other as the two of you desperately try to explain your side of the story.

Why haven't you guys break up?

Ah—yes—the million-dollar question. Why haven't you guys call it quits? What exactly is holding the two of you back from finding someone who would probably treat you much better? Someone who wouldn't engage in a screaming match with you. Someone who doesn't walk away when the fighting becomes rough.

The answer is simple. You didn't want someone else. You didn't want a cozy relationship. Jungkook is the perfect example of what you always find perfect in a guy. He displays two different sides to him that still leaves you guessing. He always keeps you on your toes that every date the two of you share is new and exciting. He gives you this unexplainable rush that you desperately need—desire.

With a look of determination, you firmly nod to yourself as you walk towards his closet.

You near the open door and see shirts fly out of it. Black shirts. White shirts. All of them flying out as if someone cast a spell on them.

You quickly duck out, nearly dodging a piece of clothing as a hint of arousal glaze over your eyes the second your brain registers his perfect chiseled back.

You see, some of his muscles tense slightly as he reaches up and pulls a long-sleeve from its hanger.

Jungkook messes with the shirt before deeming it worthy of going out in. He slightly turns, giving an almost perfect view of his torso.

Your mouth forms a tiny "o" as you continue to eye his well-toned body. God, how desperate you are to run your fingers over his stomach—feeling the six-pack that developed from exercising so damn much. Don't you love dating a muscle head?

"What do you want?" You hear Jungkook ask coldly, pulling you away from your dirty thoughts.

Your gaze meets his; his eyes become slits and icy cold. Your breathing grows uneven, but you instantly terminate that nervous feeling.

You take a step in front of him, blocking his way, and say,

"I want you to listen to me."

Jungkook scoffs, "Listen to what? Listen to you tell me that the article is lying when you and I both know that Yugyeom is more than just a "friend." Yeah, fucking right, Babe."

He then steps around you and walks back to the central area of the bedroom.

Now, it's your turn to scoff. You stare at your boyfriend's retreating backside as a loud growl leaves your lips.

You walk back to the main area as well, only to see him grabbing his wallet and leaving the room.

Then, out of pure anger, you shout,

"Fine! Retreat like a fucking coward! The minute you walk out of that door, we're officially done!"

Something about that statement didn't sit well with him. Hearing that phrase makes his heart tighten and not in the right way. Jungkook stops in his tracks and then turns around.

He makes his way back into the room, his hand practically shoving the door open. The second he enters back in the room, he notices this blank expression written on your face.

"What did you just say?" He asks, his face unreadable.

Your eyes, blazing with a fiery rage, lock onto his.

"You heard me. I'm done with whatever the fuck this is." You answer, standing up from the bed and disappearing off into the master bathroom.

Jungkook follows after you instantly, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

You glare at his reflection and ignore him.

However, Jungkook isn't having any of your silent treatment. Something in his mind switches on when you basically hint at breaking up. The depressing truth is—you aren't implying. You're 100% serious. You've grown tired of arguing and fighting for something that you aren't sure if the love is still there.

Every time the two of you have fought, you're always the one initiating the "making up" process. You're always the one apologizing to Jungkook, when in fact, he's the one that started it. He still acts like he's the victim of your guys' arguments, and you're sick of it. You're done. If he wants to walk away, then you're going to let him.

As your friends always tell you, whenever the two of you fight,

"If he wants to stay, then he wouldn't even think of walking away from you in the fucking first place."

Jungkook taps his foot impatiently but then flings his hands in the air.

If you're not going to have the balls to explain it to him, then maybe it is time for the two of you to call it quits.

He does an about-face and walks out of the bathroom.

You scoff, shaking your head. How typical…

"And there goes my cowardly boyfriend. Always walking away from the arguments instead of talking it out with me!" You shout as you slam your eyeliner on the marble counter.

You turn away from your vanity mirror and stare down his backside.

"That right there is why I'm breaking up with you! You're nothing but a fucking pussy, and I'm so fucking done being the first one to apologize…" You pause, cupping your hands around your mouth, "When news flash! Most of the stupid arguments are because of you! JEON JUNGKOOK!" You add, your tone practically dripping with venom.

A few seconds go by and nothing. Not even a peep from Jungkook, which surprises yet disappoints you. You honestly expect at least a snarky remark from him. You scoff in disbelief, though, deep inside, you're not surprised by his silence. He will always be quick to admit defeat, which is rather amusing since he's known for not giving up. He's always quite stubborn when it comes to winning. Whether it be in sports or just in general, Jeon Jungkook still has to win.

You wait a couple more seconds before turning back around and continuing with applying your makeup.

Just as you pick up your eye shadow swatch, you hear his footsteps down the tiny hallway.

Your eyes flicker towards his reflection before looking back at your eye shadow pallet.

"Well, look at this…my ex-boyfriend actually got some guts to come to talk to me first. I'm shocked." You say angrily yet softly.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Cut the drama. You say that most of the arguments are because of me, but if I remember correctly, it's because a certain pain in the ass riles me up." He then lowers his head, his breath fanning your lips softly. "Instead of soothing away the anger, you merely make it worse. The things you say and do out of pure emotion is fucking disgusting." He pulls his head away and sighs deeply. "You're not the girl I fell for whenever we argue." He finishes as his dark brown eyes pierce yours.

That sentence crushes your heart.

"You're not the girl I fell for…"

It echoes throughout your mind as everything around you becomes fuzzy—practically a blur. Is this truly the end?

You calmly stand up and walk past him; your shoulder lightly brushes against his.

Just as you reach the end of the tiny corridor, you glance over your shoulder. The sadness, anger, and regret visible in your eye as you whisper,

"Well, you don't have to worry about us arguing any longer."

You give one final glance before walking out of the room and, hopefully, out of his life for good—or so you think.

Jungkook watches your body slowly disappear from his line of vision. You're joking, right? You have always been quite the actress, making sure your tone of voice caused guilt within Jungkook's heart.

Yeah…you're not serious. Any moment now, you're gonna walk back in the room, give him an intoxicating kiss, and say sorry while he drowns in those sweet eyes of yours. Like you always do.

A blanket silence covers his surroundings as he has yet to see any sign of you returning.

Then, as if something took over his body, Jungkook dashes after you. He's not going to let this relationship permanently end like this. Why? He isn't sure of the answer right now, but he knows that his heart is officially broken—especially after that phrase left your lips minutes earlier.

Just as your fingers reach towards the door handle, you feel a hand wrap around your upper arm and then tighten.

You can't help but wince from how tight Jungkook's hold is.

"What now?" You ask, raising your brow as you inhale, then exhale nice and slow.

Instead of answering, Jungkook pulls you away from the door roughly and drags down the long hallway.

You resist his rough pull with every fiber in your body, but it's been proven useless. After all, he's much more robust than you are.

After what seems like forever, you and Jungkook reach the master bedroom. He practically flings you inside and then steps inside.

You sigh loudly as you rub your wrist and turn around, your torso facing him.

You hear a lock click, sending a strange shiver down your spine.

Then, his fingers reach over to the light switch, pushing it down to the point that the only thing the two of you can see is what's in front of you. That's how dark it is.

Heavy breathes. Racing hearts. Soft yet impactful footsteps. Those are the only sounds.

You squint your eyes, hoping to make out Jungkook, but alas, it's all for not. You're now a prey—a vulnerable, naïve target.

What's going to happen?

How's it going to end?

Well, that's a stupid question. Deep down, you know how this night is going to end.

You. Naked. Lying on the bed. Moaning and panting.

That's how your fights always end. You and Jungkook fucking each other's brains out.

However…

You no longer want that…oh, so you think.

"Jungkook?" You say softly, barely a whisper. You try your hardest to see him through the pitch darkness; unfortunately, you continue to fail.

Jungkook always wears black clothing, so that it helps conceal him whenever the two of you play a fun game called "prey & predator."

Just as you're about to open your mouth to speak once more, you feel his hand roughly grab your jaw. Then, your head forcibly turns to the side.

Your eyes, barely making out Jungkook; your pupils shake slightly. Whether it be out of nervousness or pure excitement has yet to be known.

"Do you know how much your words hurt me? Break me?" Jungkook asks. His tone is completely calm. No trace of emotion in it whatsoever—well, none that is out in the open. Jungkook has always been the master of concealing one's feelings. A person would think that he or she has him all figured out but turns out to be a complete lie. No one knows what Jungkook truly feels unless you're a member of BTS, family members, or a few close friends. It sucks, but that little characteristic is what excites you. That minor character trait is what gets your hormones in a frenzy…

Your breath is the only thing that leaves your lips as no sentences—no words have yet to form in your mind.

A soft scoff escapes his lips before Jungkook's hand leaves your jaw and joins his other hand on your shoulders.

Before you know it, the knot that keeps your blouse from falling has come undone.

You feel the sleeves fall; his fingers lighting a tiny trail of fire on your skin. God, just touching the smoothness of your skin, is enough to trigger this animalistic side that he has hidden. He's trying to contain his urge—his desire to throw you on the bed, tie your pretty little wrists up, bend you over, and fuck your cute little cunt until you're begging—pleading for him to stop.

Jungkook eyes your chest, watching, becoming spellbound by the way it moves. Heaving up and down. The warmth in your breath fills the room while Jungkook's fingers trace the base of your neck.

You glance up shyly, unsure why you're acting reserve with him, as you study his face.

His jaw tightly clenches; his Adam's apple bobs slightly, showing that he swallowed his saliva.

Suddenly, your hair is pushed to the side, completely exposing your neck—your sweet spots.

Jungkook licks his bottom lip slowly, eyeing all the unmarked territory.

Seeing your untainted skin adds fuel to his animalistic desires. This unexplainable fire that is spreading throughout his body.

"J-Jungkook…" You stutter, silently berating yourself for acting this way—this innocent lamb.

Instead of answering, Jungkook's lips latch onto your neck. His teeth grazing your soft skin while his fingers dig into your hips, almost leaving an indent.

You feel your body jolt back; your back hits his chest as Jungkook's teeth slowly sink in your skin. His tongue slowly sweeps the surrounding area as well.

Your lips open even more as you feel him hit your sweet spot. You tilt your head even further, wanting more—so much more—teeth-to-skin contact by him.

You want your neck to be decorated all over by reddish-purple marks.

You want to assault his neck, marking his beautiful skin by your teeth. He wants to show the world that you're only his, and you want to show the world that he's exclusively yours.

You two need each other—toxicity and all.

Having enough of your sinful neck, Jungkook removes his lips from it and then roughly spins you around.

He scans your body; his eyes trail from your neck all the way down to your legs.

Yeah. Jungkook needs you. Now.

However, he isn't going to just let you have him. No. He's going to make you work for it.

His fingers touch the hem of his shirt and then pulls it upward, revealing that six-pack that you'd love to kiss and trail your fingers all over.

Jungkook tosses it to the side. Then, he unbuckles his belt before pulling it through the loops.

You watch him eagerly. The anticipation kills you as you feel your core grow wetter by the second. That aching need for him to touch you down there; his fingers become coated with your juices as he pumps them in and out of you—fast and hard.

The sound of his zipper coming undone snaps you out of your unholy thoughts. The eagerness visible on your face as you step forward; your fingers just barely touch the button before Jungkook steps back, clicking his tongue.

He waves his finger as if he's scolding you.

You look at him in confusion, and as you open your mouth to question his actions, he says something that both sends chills and pure excitement down your body.

"If you want me, baby girl, then you're gonna have to work for it."

Your breath hitches.

"What do you mean?" You ask, finding it rather odd that he's displaying this rather dominant side to him.

Whenever the two of you argue and then end up having makeup sex, Jungkook's always the one who's eager to throw you on the bed and fuck you as if it's your last night being that passionate.

Seeing this new-found dominance in him is something that intrigues you—so—naturally, you play along.

"Do you want me to get down on my knees?" You pause, licking your lips nice and slowly. "Do you want me to put my lips over your dick? Bobbing my head as I suck you quickly while you're a moaning mess? Your long, slender fingers entangled in my hair, gripping them, as the pleasure builds up…" You take another step towards him. "…to the point of you releasing in my mouth." You whisper alluringly as you close the gap between your bodies. Your eyes catch on to him swallowing, a tiny habit he does whenever you say something he's absolutely turned on by.

However, he must get a grip on his hormones. He isn't going to just let you have the pleasure of seeing his dick.

No. Again…you have to earn that privilege.

A soft scoff leaves his lips as Jungkook walks over the edge of the bed then scoots backward, his back hitting the headboard.

He gestures you to come over to him and quickly instructs you to leave everything but your blouse one.

"I want you to ride me." He demands.

You raise your brow, "Well, won't that be kind of hard since you're still wearing your jeans and boxers, and I'm wearing my pants and panties?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

He simply smirks in response and gives you a look.

"You're a smart girl. I think you can figure something out…" He says softly yet teasingly.

The smile he wears irks you. His damn cocky yet sexy smile that irritates you yet entices you simultaneously. He's challenging you.

Okay, game on.

Luckily, you have some friends who are experiments when it comes to sex.

Remembering one of the talks you and your good friend had, you saunter over to him, your hips swaying in an intoxicating manner.

You anchor your knees on the foot of the bed before crawling over to Jungkook. Your eyes never leaving each other.

You bite your bottom lip as you position your legs on both sides of him.

Your eyes land on his crotch as your hands glide over his naked torso.

Feeling your fingers lightly trail over his body sends this intense spark throughout his body. Jungkook places his hands on your hips, his fingers lightly tickling the surrounding area.

You lean close to him; the hotness in your breath fans his ear, creating goosebumps on the back of his neck.

"I think I have an idea, but you might get a bit…frustrated with me afterward… Are you sure you want that, baby?" You whisper flirtatiously as your hands continue to fumble with the button of his jeans.

Jungkook scoffs yet again but still maintains that arrogant smirk, "Well, that'll depend on how well you do, Y/N…"  

You nod slowly before getting off him. You sit up just enough to undo your jeans and shimmy out of them. You pull one leg out after the other and then toss it to the side.

Jungkook's eyes perk up, just a smidge as he notices that you're wearing his favorite lingerie set. An all-black set.

The strapless bra accentuated your breasts perfectly while the matching panties are still sexy without revealing too much. You know about Jungkook's love-hate relationship with lace because it barely gives him a peek of what's hiding underneath it. It's a guessing game that he loves to play.

"You like what you see?" You tease as you crouch yourself down and mess with the waistband of his jeans.

Jungkook nods, maintaining his poker face as he urges you to continue.

Now, it's your turn to smirk. You slowly pull down your boyfriend's pants, revealing the delicious view that is his thighs. God, you can't wait to ride that.

You continue to pull it down until it pools down his ankles before telling him to spread his legs a tiny bit.

Jungkook does he's told and waits in anticipation. His heart begins to pound against his chest as his fingers tremble in excitement.

You position yourself on top of one of his thighs; your right knee barely touches his erection. However, that little tease is just more than enough for Jungkook.

You grab his face, placing a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth as you begin to move.

The fabric of your lace panties pushes against your soaking wet core as your pace picks up slightly.

Jungkook anchors your body against him; his strong arms wrap around your waist, giving you a tiny hand with the movements.

Your lips part slightly as both pants and tiny moans leave your sinful lips.

Having these fabrics as an annoying barrier only fuels your desire. The more the material rubs against your wet folds, the stronger you rock your hips.

You could feel your entrance beg for something to be inside you. Your clit needs something or someone to mess with it, sending jolts after jolts of pleasure.

You tilt your head back, pulling away from Jungkook just as he decides to assault your beautiful neck and breasts.

Then, you feel his fingers mess with the hooks of your bra, snapping you out of your tiny trance.

You reach up behind you, clamping down on his hand just as he unhooks the first hook.

Jungkook growls in annoyance, wanting nothing more to see your breasts in plain sight.

You press your still covered chest to him as you press your lips against his ear.

"If you want to see them, then you have to earn it." You whisper tauntingly, repeating the same words he spoke to you earlier. You then lightly nibble on his earlobe, sucking it quickly before pulling away.

Jungkook huffs and glares at you as he digs his fingers in your skin, keeping you on his thigh.

"You have no idea what you started, baby." He whispers before closing the gap between his thighs, now permanently locking you on top of him.

However, you're not scared of him. You know he's not the type to go full-fledged BDSM without discussing it prior.

Though…something in the back of your mind is bugging you, and that feeling both thrills and frightens you.

Seeing you in your quiet yet vulnerable state, Jungkook takes that opportunity to resume your movements. His hands are now glued to your lower back as he forces you up and then back down, repeating that action until you get the hint. Never once did he think that thigh riding would be a new favorite kink. He loves how your face contorts in pleasure, and he isn't inside you.

He loves how big of a moaning mess you are as you quicken your pace, initiating the urge to release.

And speaking of that urge…

Jungkook suddenly pins you down, your semi-bare back hits the sheets.

Your bra has been officially undone. Your panties are now at your ankles.

You look at him with nothing but pure lust and a hint of love as you feel his fingers lightly trail down your torso.

His fingers tickle your center as they move up and down against your wet folds.

You gasp as his fingers tease your entrance.

"…and you say that I'm a huge tease…" You hold back a moan as you feel him insert his index finger while his thumb gently rubs your clit.

Jungkook stays silent as he inserts his middle finger in you before quickly thrusting his fingers, pumping in and out.

You fist the sheets as the pleasure builds up.

Thanks to the thigh riding earlier, you're already on the verge of releasing; unfortunately for you, Jungkook knows that.

He feels your walls clench around his fingers, and just as you give him that face that signifies you're about to cum, Jungkook pulls them out.

You feel this emptiness as you pant heavily, trying to catch your breath.

Jungkook takes notice and decides to not give you a chance to rest. He practically tears your panties away from your ankles before carelessly tossing it to the side.

He then uses one hand pumps himself while the other lift one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder.

He aligns himself with your wet pussy, and without any warning, he roughly thrusts his dick in you.

You gasp loudly from the sudden impact—your back arches out of habit.

Jungkook leans forward; his hardened member hits you at an entirely different angle, causing even louder moans. His grunts and groans mix with yours as they fill the room. The sound of skin-on-skin contact joins them.

You feel his hand wrap around your throat slightly, giving it a tiny squeeze as he continues to pump himself into you mercilessly.

You feel the pit of your stomach tighten, and Jungkook notices this as well. He loves the way you're begging for him to cum—pleading.

"Please…Jungkook… I-I don't think I can hold on any longer…" You manage to say through an endless number of moans.

Jungkook forms a smug grin as he slows down his pace. The tip only lightly taps the spot that has you seeing stars.

Fuck… he's such an asshole.

"Well…" He lets out a grunt. "Problem solved." He says quietly as he continues his painstakingly slow movements.

You can't help but groan loudly. Your desperate need for release is almost making you insane.

You're half-tempted to pin him down and take control; however, this is Jungkook carrying out a shared kink. You both love to deny the other the chance to have a mind-blowing orgasm.

This shows who's in control for the night, and tonight—Jungkook has you wrap around his fingers like putty.

The turtle-like pace continues for almost an hour; your moaning and begging drowns out his own teases and grunts.

Then, finally taking mercy on your hormones, he speeds up.

Your fingers latch onto his back; your fingernails create crescent shape indents.

God, the pleasure you're receiving is so unforgettable.

You love how he fits inside you. He loves how nicely you take him.

Jungkook lowers himself down, his fingers lacing with yours.

He thrusts in you, quick and powerful, a few more times before his own urge to cum approaches him.

It amazes him how long you're able to prolong your orgasm due to him denying you that pleasure.

Each time he denies you such a luxury, you only crave it even more.

With every thrust, grunt, and moan, it's a step closer to the powerful orgasm that's just begging to be unleashed—for you both.

Jungkook's thrusts become sloppy and sporadic. He's just one powerful thrust away from coming undone, and that's what he's going to do.

"How bad do you want to cum? H-huh, baby girl?" He grunts, slowing his pace down once more.

"So… f-fucking bad…" You manage to whimper; your breathing becomes uneven.

Jungkook nods and mutters a quick, "good," before increasing speed for the last time; his shaft completely disappearing into you for good with one final rough thrust.

Just one thrust is what it all takes to having you seeing pure white, followed by a wave of complete euphoria.

You feel this warm sensation inside you. Your senses screaming at you that Jungkook never put on a condom—and he realizes that too.

He curses underneath his breath as he gathers enough energy to pull out of you.

He rolls to the side; his eyes stare at the ceiling.

The two of you lay in silence, unsure how to address what just happened.

You go from fighting to fucking each other mindlessly. Now? You might end up carrying his child. Do you honestly want that? Does he want that?

Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook's notices you deep in thought. His mind also telling him the same worries.

The two of you need some severe couples' therapy before you guys even remotely think about marriage, let alone starting a family this early.

He props his head up with his hand and looks at you. The gaze in his eyes is nothing but love and—fear?

"Look, I know that I fucked up. Both with not putting on a condom and our argument earlier." He then gently places a hand on your cheek. "But, I can genuinely say that seeing that dating article with Yugyeom and you saying that you were done with me scared the shit out of me…" He confesses shyly—a tiny blush form on his cheeks.

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession.

"Why would that scare you?" You ask softly, even though you have an idea of what his answer is.

Jungkook sighs, "Because I love you too damn much, Y/N." He replies seriously.

"Really? Our intense arguments happen because you love me so much?" You stop mid-sentence, unable to comprehend his reason any longer.

"I'm not saying that I'm perfect. Fuck, you knew that when I asked you out in the first place. Remember that? I flat out told you that I was new this dating stuff, and I might be shitty at it. However, I was willing to try it out because I wanted to be with you so damn badly." He adds, taking your silence as a chance to plead his case.

You remain silent. Jungkook's words confuse you, but at the same time, you believe them.

"We are so toxic, Jungkook. I'm honestly surprised that we lasted this long after our first horrific fight." You tell him; your gaze averts his now.

Jungkook continues to stare lovingly at you. Not feeling a tad discouraged by your words.

He's going to fight for you. He finally realizes that's what needs to do. You always fight for him in the end. Naturally, it's his turn.

"Babe. Y/N." He places a sweet kiss on your forehead. "If you give me another chance, I swear to you that we will never fight like that again." He kisses your nose this time. "I promise that I will do my best to keep my temper in check and calmly talk things out with you." He kisses your cheek softly. "I will hear your side of the story before jumping into conclusions when it comes to any future dating scandals." He finishes with a kiss on your lips.

You sigh in content as you return the kiss. You then pull away and give Jungkook a serious look.

"You better uphold your promises, and I will do my best to do the same. If we fight one more time, then it's over for good. Okay?" You say, shaking your head slightly.

Jungkook smiles brightly and pulls you closer to him; your head now rests on his chest.

"Maybe we should buy a metronome to help us out?" He jokes, earning a small slap from you.

"I think we need to figure out the whole 'having sex without protection' first before buying a tool to "help" us out." You tell him, raising your brow.

"True. Thank God that we always have a Plan B, right baby girl?" He teases, grinning widely.

“You're a dork, but I guess you're my dork."

"Always and forever, baby girl. Always and forever."

A/N: Guess what's back on my blog! Yep! That angst-SMUT Jungkook one shot I had revamped from a 2017 version. I had written this version back in early 2018 and wanted to share this again on Tumblr. It's already posted on my AO3, so please do not come for me saying I stole this lol 

Sometime this weekend, I'll also upload a CEO!AU Yoongi SMUT I had written as a Secret Santa gift exchange, and I personally loved how that turned out since it was somewhat different from the CEO!AU Seokjin SMUT (which is currently being revamped as we speak) I had written earlier that year, so be on the lookout for that! 

Don't forget to leave a like/reblog/comment/send in an ask on your thoughts! I love hearing them! :)

- Kim

side note: I got permission to use Jey's header, so please don't yell at me!

[melo-yello]

I Can't (Erik x POC Reader) One Shot

Pairing: Erik x POC Reader

Warning(s): angst, self worth issues, cursing, crying, the most fluff

Word Count: 2,7k+

Summary: Reader can't take much more of the uncertainty Erik provides.

A/N: I've been work in this for a while and think its finally done. It was gonna be all angst but I needed to feel good. This my first Erik fic so be gentle plz.

Erik traces the forming hickies along your neck as he gropes your inner thigh.

You breathe heavily as you try to regain some of the energy you'd lost in round three with Erik in the last couple hours. You could feel his chest vibrating beneath you as he hums. Your lips curl into a smile against his neck.

Erik isn't the kind to strike you as a singer.

Too brooding.

Too distance.  

Too militant.

But every once in a while when he’s feeling content or peaceful even he'd hum or sing a few lines or two.

Always the same song.

A vaguely familiar melody you couldn't quite place. If you mention it he'd stop and completely deny it.  

He used to be in some choir at his Gigi's church or something like but that's all that he'd tell before slipping into his drunken comma after a particularly rough round and a couple shots too many of Hene.

Not that you could complain. He laid that shit all the way down.

You glance at the scars that liter his upper body. He smiled when he saw your eyes fill with intrigue rather than fear the first time he told you how he got them. That night you knew you weren't special to Erik.

Neither was anyone else.  

Sure he'd never say that to you but he didn't have to. If these casual hook ups ever became too real and someone tried to use you as leverage you'd be dead in a heartbeat. And Erik would be the one to pull the trigger.

He couldn't afford to catch feeling with so much at stake. Neither could you in your line of work it just didn't make sense.  

Contract killers don't fall in love.

Everyone comes with a price tag and a body bag.

No unnecessary complications. Commitment means baggage and baggage means sacrifice. Sacrifice could mean your life.

But. . .

Here . . .

In these sheets. . .

These sheets are where you love each other.  The way his body fits perfectly in yours. Tangling into one another with keen precision.

The way his temper and passion matches yours. Your strength is an even opponent to his. . . Almost. The way that you only really satisfy each other.

Sure Erik had other girls but they weren't even in your league.

The throaty growls of your name pulled from his chest. The countless hickies he leaves in his wake as his fiery touch ignites your soft skin. His primal need to drag lusty cries from your lips. Moans are traded like currency between the two of you. The  jealousy banging after you “casually” mention you fucked another guy just to see him steam.

You sigh letting the long awaited tear  trail down your cheek and hit his chest.

You'd miss this.

Erik stopped humming. You try to wiggle out of his embrace, but his grip tightens.   

“Y/N, where you going stay a little longer.” He chuckles half sleep.

You pull yourself free from him.

“No Erik I've got a flight in the morning. ”  You sing-song nonchalantly pulling back on your lace thong.

“Come on we've got time. It's not till 10:00, right?” He groans pulling you by your waist against his chest.

“Wow you were actually listening.” You tease attempting to bruise his ego.

“Baby, don't play. Ya kno I love what mouth do.” He grins while running his tongue over his lips then your earlobe before nipping the lower half of your neck.

“Oh don't play coy, bitch. I thought an MIT grad could read between the lines. Erik, you kno what I mean.” You shrugged trying your best not to tear up.

He huffs letting you go and leaning against the baseboard.

“This shit again?” Erik says rolling his eyes and handing over the lacey hot pink push-up he eagerly undid within minutes of your arrival.

“Well E, give one real reason I should keep wastin my very valuable time on you?” You smirk and without missing a beat you take your bra and put it back on. Erik kisses his teeth as he rolls his eyes.

“We're having fun. Ain't that the point of all this.” Erik laughs shrugging his broad shoulders.

Why does every asshat have to be built like a demigod?

You sigh and stand up and spotting your jeggins lying in his doorway exactly where you'd thrown them to earlier.  

Easily gliding your curvy hips into the flexible fabric.

“Bye Erik.” You hiss while walking out of the bedroom to find your top.

“Come on, Y/n. Quit playin this hard to get shit.”  Erik sighs pulling on his Adidas sweatpants. He follows you out of the bedroom.  

You search the living room for the peach tank you came in but it’s nowhere to be found.

“Who says I'm playin? Maybe you're not fun anymore?” You hum brushing pass him to get to the couch. Erik rolls his dark eyes letting a cocky chuckle escape his chest.

“So who's your new dick?” Erik says folding his arms with the slightest hint of jealousy in his voice.

You smirk over shoulder to meet his burning gaze and roll your eyes.  

“No one, just know your limp dickass ain’t doing it for me. That stroke game has been pretty damn weak lately. ” You giggle pushing the cushions apart before climbing onto the sofa itself to hang over it. His deep brown eyes burn as you brush pass him.  Proving you have bruised his pride. Something he couldn't let pass.

Erik gropes your ass forcefully enough to nearly send you onto the floor, but pulls you firmly to his waist.

“ErIk!” You gasp as you brace yourself on the couch.

“Yea say ma name just like that, Baby girl. If you need me to jog your memory I'm more than willing to remind you.” He growls sliding his hands to your hips and grinding against your ass.

You lean back into him rolling your hips to match pace with him. His fingers slip into the side of jeggins prying at the lace fabric of your panties.

“Who says I forgot.” You whisper biting down on his earlobe. Erik groans in ecstasy just as you push him away.  

You dismount from the couch and swinging your hips as you sashay across the room having spotted your shirt.

“Oh my God you’re such a fucking tease.” Erik huffs watching your hips bounce before following.

“I've learned from the best.” You sneer reaching for your tank that had somehow made its way onto the top of the bookcase just out of reach.

A warm hand finds the small of your back as the other plucks the peach tank from the shelf.

“So you gonna tell me what's up, Y/n?” He breathes into your ear.

You swallow the lump sitting in your throat and turn to look him in the eye.

“Trying to be decent. How about you?” You try to laugh off the cracks in your voice.

Does he have to look like he could care.

You feel your chest clench.

“Y/n cut the bullshit. No strings. No lies. No feelings. Remember, Baby girl?” Erik hums moving his hand from your back to your cheek.

Like you could forget the pact you two made to avoid a real feelings and relationship.

Yea no feelings.

Your head dips unable to meet his deep brown gaze anymore.

The tears you've been holding finally stream down your cheeks.

“I'm cutting my losses, Erik. I can't play this game anymore. It's not fun anymore it just hurts. I kno you don't care about this shit for real.” You shrug.  

Erik drops the tank and gently lifts your chin.

“Hey Trap Queen, I care about our shit.” He smiles wiping a few tears away.

He presses his forehead against yours just before tangling your lips with his. Passionately kissing you. Like he has to remind you.  Like action is the only way he can prove it.

You bite his bottom lip and he groans allowing you in. Heavy breathes and quiet moans trade between you as one tries to overpower the other.   The pit in your stomach twists tighter and you pull away.

“Erik...You really don't...Not Really. And I can't keep doin this with you.”  You choke out pushing away and tugging on your tank. You drag an arm across your face as you pull on your sneakers. Searching for the jacket you came in only to realize it’s one of his.

“FUCK IT!” You huff snatching up your keys. You go for the door but Erik yanks you back by your wrist.

“WHAT THE HELL! Y/n, you don't get to decide that!” Erik fumes.  

“LET ME GO! I’m not doing this.” You rage back.

“No! Yo little ass started this shit and we damn sure gonna finish it! You ain't gonna tell Me who I care about! Until everyone you've ever given a real fuck about leaves you all alone don't come at me with ‘You have intimacy issues bullshit’! No shit I do! I WAS FUCKING 8, Y/n! Did it EVER occur to you this is the best I can give you? Y/n get yo uppity ass off yo damn high horse! You don't care. That's why you're walking away. YOU'RE SCARED! SCARED SHITLESS THAT YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT US AND YOU COULD LOSE IT!” He counters his voice spewing his repressed resentments like blood from a cut.  

“The Hell If I Am?! Like You’d Kno! You Don't Kno Shit About Caring! Or Being scared. You haven't felt anything real in a long ass time! YOU TOLD ME.  You kno if it came down to it and you had to choose me or yo own ambitions. It wouldn't even be a contest. Despite what you may believe Erik WE'RE ALL BROKEN! IN OUR LINE OF WORK WE ALL COME FROM SHIT SHOWS! And with yo big headass I'm sure you think this is the best you can give to me. Letting me just close enough to this best version of yourself that way I'll come back to you legs open and praying that what we have is special. We can't keep pretending this shit is real. Find some other dumbass bitch to play Bonnie and Clyde with you!!” You spit ripping your wrist from his grasp.

You stare him down before turning to the door.  

Erik steps in between you and doorway. His nostril flared as bit down on the the inside of his cheek.

“That's what you think this is to me, Shortie?! A damn game of pretend? That we playin some fucked up version of house!” He says taking a couple steps closer.

You roll your e/c eyes.

“What the hell else was I supposed to think.”

You stare back at him for some form of a contradiction. But it doesn't come.

“That I-” He just swallows the rest of his words.

He keeps opening his mouth to speak but no words come out. His chest tightens as he balls up his fists trying force a decision from his lips, but his pride won't let him.

You can almost hear the war raging in his head and you can't help but pity his dumbass.

Sucks to be you.

You shrug barrelling past him.

“See!!! You're A SHITHEAD, ERIK!” You shout throwing up your middle finger as you slam the door behind you.

Numbed by your own disappointment you barely notice the cool breeze whipping against your skin. You snatch open the  black hummer’s door. As the door shuts your forehead falls into the steering wheel.

Your heart rams into chest at full speed.  

All the childish vulnerability you refused to let Erik see came pouring out. You wrap your fingers around the steering wheel. You throw head back and scream at the ceiling.

Everything you hated and loved about him spilling out of you like fountain. Curses muffled by the reinforced glass.

“WHO THE HELL DOES THAT PUNKASS BITCH THINK HE IS TELLIN ME I'M SCARED! HE'S SCARED! HE'S JUST ANOTHER DUMBASS DICK,”  you yell staring yourself down in the rearview mirror, “JUST CAUSE I DON'T WANNA WASTE MY TIME ON HIM DOESN'T MAKE ME PUSSY. I LEFT THAT UNREQUITED SHIT IN HIGH SCHOOL.  I'M TOO GROWN FOR THIS! I AIN'T GOT THE TIME TO BE STRUNG ON HIS DUSTY HOTEP ASS! ...even ...if he does smell amazing all the damn time. even if he has an immaculate skincare routine and does the dumbest shit just to make me laugh and for the first time in long time doesn't make me feel like I'm a monster… FUCK!” You groan leaning your forehead into the horn.

This is the end and you give a fuck.

Too Many FUCKS.

It just isn't fair he came out unscathed.

You slam your fist into the horn over and over again.

A quiet knock from outside the window makes you freeze completely.You crack the window just enough to see his brown eyes.   

“Not to interrupt ya moment but you might wanna cut that shit out before somebody calls the cops.” Erik says attempting to sound like his usual smartass self, but cracks in his voice won't let him.

“Nigga, you need the number or somethin cuz I got em saved in my contacts.” You croak wiping your face on your arm. Trying not to sound half as bitter as you're feeling.

“Nah I need you to open the door, Ma.” Erik says gripping the handle.

“Why, you wanna pic for motivation as you type that vague Insta story about how ‘bitches ain't shit’?” You flare over the window.  

“No thothina, so I can curse yo smartass out for havin me so damn whipped I'm out here standing in the cold with no shoes in front of a locked car of a woman I've already smashed tonight.” Erik huffs looking you dead in the eyes.  There isn't an ounce of sarcasm in his voice.

The lock snaps up as you just stared at him wide mouthed and confused. He pulls open the door, but he doesn't make a move to touch you. He just props himself on the door with the jacket you wore to his house that night in his fist.

“I wasn't gonna say shit. Too fucking tough for that vulnerable shit, right. I wasn't  gonna let you kno you got to me. But watch in u walk out that door...I couldn't do it. You had to kno that We're real. Babygirl, whatever this is it sure as hell ain't pretend...at least not for me. I kno I'm hard to read and sendin out all kinds of signals sometimes but it's not you. There's a lot of hurt shit in here. It's terrifying to care this much about someone again.” He pauses offering a hand to you and as hesitantly give him yours he steps closer placing both on his chest, “But for so reason I don't really mind if you see that shit. I'm not askin you to stay.  I just want you to kno it was real. We were real. It's fuckin insane how much I care about some wildass assassin I met in some dank ass hole in wall nightclub with a hit out on my mark. You got me sprung, Y/n. I think I... love you.” He smirks at you with uncertainty shining in his deep brown eyes.

You swallow the lump in your throat and step out of the car. Closing the distance between you and him as you take his hand from his chest and place it on your neck and cheek.

"You really mean that shit, Stevens?" You hum looking down not quite ready to meet his eyes. Never before have you seen that kind of openness in his expression.

Like he was ready to risk all. He gently lifts your chin so you'd meet his gaze.

"Baby, you're everything I need and more."

You pull your arms around his thick waist. You cover your bubbling laughter in his chest.

"E, you do realize you just quoted Halo right?" You smile biting your bottom lip as to not all out laugh in his face.

Erik frowns slightly before scooping you into his arms and belting into the chorus in key as he carries you to the door and you erupt in laughter.

[angelskyladiana]

Tenebrae (Lucifer’s daughter)

Chapter 5: What scares the devil

Summary: Lucifer never loved anything, or at least that’s what people thought. It wasn’t Eve and long before Chloe- he had Tenebrae. His daughter.

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 1447

(Baby daughter)

CHAPTER 4

—–—–

Lucifer had retreated down the hall quietly and slowly, in complete fear of his little angel waking up. Tenebrae had grown much since the moment he first saw her. The nameless chubby being that had surprised him so much when she arrived at his door was now physically bigger, her hair longer, eyes brighter, she was crawling, laughing, standing and now beginning to speak but nothing had made him happier than the day those fluffy wings sprouted from her back.

The small, fluffy, grey wings brought him so much joy, and not just because they made truth to the fact that this child was actually his own, but because they were identical to his when he was her age. For once in the time he had been a father, his child had something of his, rather than her mothers, which brought some overwhelming peace to his mind.

Tenebrae's bright blue eyes, light blonde hair and button nose matched her mother's exactly. Seeing the features of the woman he once loved in his daughter was painful enough, but not seeing a shred of himself hurt even more. The devil in her eyes gave him hope, but the wings on her back made all the difference.

Who would have ever thought that the devil himself would be at the complete mercy of a small babe?

Lucifer finally exited the hall, entering his room, slowly shutting the door behind him; not a sound heard outside the kings walls. His body slumping down on the bed. He sighed, eyes closing for a moment, embracing the silence and darkness that he had not known for so long. Of course he lost sleep over the small child, but she was worth every second.

It was in times of complete silence like these that he could imagine if everything was different. He could imagine not having Tenebrae in his life and that thought brought him to a quiet, empty and pointless existence in the pit of the deepest, darkest pits of Hell. His mind could contemplate it but his heart could not comprehend living without her. Before he knew it, he embraced the darkness that was sleep.

There was a time when he thought the same of her mother and some days even now he felt he couldn't make it through the day without her. Her smile, her comfort, her eyes, her essence. Her.

Lucifer was truly lost and without direction, a certain level of absence had enveloped his heart and soul completely.

Giggles echoed through the halls of the dark castle of Hell. He inwardly groaned, it had taken him what seemed like forever to get her to sleep and now she was awake again? Such torture...

A high pitched squeal also echoed, followed by more shrieks of laughter. Lucifer's frown turned into a smile at the melodious sound of his child's joy. Maze. As much as the demon confessed her hate for Tenebrae, he often found her smiling, giggling and playing along with the babe. Today seemed to be no different. Seemed...

"Lucifer shut it up!" His eyes opened wide. The giggling continued. Maze wasn't with Tenebrae... someone else was. His blood ran cold and as if the castle knew too, the air became freezing and unforgiving. Lucifer had never jumped out of bed quicker, not even on his particular visits to Earth.

For some reason his thoughts drifted to that of an idea so sinister and terrifying, it would be difficult for most to comprehend.

Giggles still echoed through the halls.

His red robe flew behind him as the devil raced down the corridor, cursing himself for having his child's room so far from his. He did that before he saw her, not just have his eyes on her but have his heart beat just for her. He had her far away so she couldn't wrap him around her finger but that didn't last long, obviously.

Tenebrae's giggles continued, practically pushing his mind at the door. The door was knocked off its hinges as he collided with it. Of course, it hurt a fair bit- but that didn't matter, not now. Dark eyes scoured the room for just a moment before spotting it.

"Bababa!" The babe gurgled at him, leaning forward on the circular cot towards him. Lucifer didn't even glance around the room as he dove for the chubby child, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her quickly out of the cot and to his chest. Dark eyes scoured the room looking for anything. Tenebrae squirmed in his arms but his tight grip wouldn't let her move an inch, he had never held her so tightly. She continued babbling, "bababa."

There was nothing. The room was empty and it was just them. His shoulders slouched slightly, his stress easing as his daughter tried to grasp his chiselled chin.

The tot grunted, "baba baba!"

"Yes, my little shadow, daddy's here," He whispered into wisps of her almost non-existent hair. The Lord of Hell begun bouncing his daughter slightly, in a bid to get her to doze off once more, her head resting against his collar bone and he would never admit it, but she soothed him more than he was soothing her. "Do you want to tell me what happened? Was someone here?" He quizzed aloud, knowing her inability to tell him anything.

Dark eyes continued to search the room for something, anything. He could've sworn someone was here, Tenebrae didn't just giggle for no reason, she desired constant entertainment. So unless something was entertaining her inside the room...

The devil raised the child higher until she was nose to nose with him, "did you do that to my mind, little one?" As if understanding him, she began gurgling again in answer, reaching for his face yet again. The devils eyes narrowed and immediately he placed her back standing in the cot. His tired mind forcing itself to think over the possibilities.

It would make sense for the daughter of someone who fed off of peoples inner desires- would be the one to infiltrate their thoughts. Was better than freezing time or being invisible. Wouldn't a baby be difficult to deal with if you couldn't see them?

Dribble fell from her mouth and only then did he realise her pacifier was not where it should be. His brow furrowed and he looked over the light brown, circular crib. But what he found was unexpected and completely undesired.

Toys. There were toys in the crib. "That's not right..." He mumbled, but shrugging nonetheless. She was nothing but a baby, it's not as if he could instil any rules with her now. Without any care the toys were cast on the floor until the pacifier was found and placed back into Tenebrae's dribbling mouth. Picking up the babe and placing her down on her back. "I think you've caused enough ruckus tonight, don't you?" He quizzed, hand reaching to hold hers.

Mazikeen woke up to a silent castle. Not even the soft hums of snoring from Lucifer nor Tenebrae could be heard. That was concerning. Maze didn't even bother heading to Lucifer's room; Tenny was more important. The demons bed hair stuck up in every direction as she made her way to the baby's room.

But upon opening it was one of the most ludicrous and questionable sights she had ever seen. Oh how far the devil had fallen. If humanity were to see this sight, the devil would never be feared. To put it simply the devil was pathetic.

Lucifer was sprawled out on his back in the circular crèche, his legs hanging out loosely over the bars. Instead of his arms also falling out of the crib, they clung to a ball lying below his chin. The ball was so tiny both of his large hands covered its entire form. Of course, you didn't need eyes to see the object was his daughter, cradled so tightly and yet gently above his heart, almost scared to let her slip through his fingers.

The demon rolled her eyes but left with a smile. Letting the Lord of Hell and his only heir sleep, blissful dreams. Because in her cold, non-existent heart, she knew he deserved it. A moment of peace. A taste of salvation.

The devil didn't jump from Heaven for nothing, after all.

CHAPTER 6

[a-mad-scientist-approaches]

Multiverse is a Curse Word (1)

Aaaargh! Just take it, I can’t stand to keep it any longer!

This is a Gravity Falls fic that is sort of a crossover between the Adrift AU, created by @the-subpar-ghost (although not based off the Drifting Stars fic they wrote for it), and the Dimension Jumper AU, created by @hntrgurl13, starring her OC Adeline Marks of whom I am in love with. I guess that kind of makes it a Drifting Dimensions AU, also a creation of hntrgurl13, however it does not follow the plot of that either. All in all I really have no idea how to describe this. Whatever, it’s some Portal!Ford, Portal!Mabel, and Portal!Addi adventures, with a lot of angst, fluff, and family bonding included.

The Addiford ship, which will of course eventually make an appearance, is credited to @scipunk63, and it ruins me. 

Just be aware, I have not read Journal 3, so blame any incongruities with canon on that. Even if they do not relate to Journal 3. 

@deadpool-demon-diva and @thejesterlyfictionista you said you wouldn’t judge me for writing this and I hold you to it. Love you guys.

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Chapter 1: The Trash Monster

The sky was green in this dimension. It glowed at night, turning the buildings of the city black. Ford speculated that it was probably due to radiation rather than a natural luminescence. He decided they would move on to a safer place tomorrow; there would surely be a portal appearing nearby soon.

A slap on his hands brought him out of his thoughts.

“Grunkle Ford! Attennnnntion! I don’t see those hands moving mister!” Mabel drilled.

Grinning, he replied, “Sorry sir, I was planning out tomorrow’s route so we can avoid sleeping in an alley again,”

They had indeed set up for the night in a back alley among several dumpsters. Mabel inclined her head as she looked around from their position on the ground.

“Well, it’s not too bad, I suppose. I mean, look! Weird, gooey substances!”

Ford eyed the viscous liquid near them with barely concealed disgust.

“Alright, no lying on the floor,”

“Are you gonna be my pillow tonight?”

“Definitely.” He leaned back against the brick wall of a nearby building and opened his arms for his niece to clamber into. While he was arranging the blankets around them, Mabel jerked up once more.

“Wait! I didn’t finish teaching you tick-tack-toe,”

Smiling, Ford eventually appeased Mabel and convinced her to sleep with the promise that they would resume the lesson in the morning.

“Okay then.” She snuggled back into the makeshift nest and nudged him slightly, indicating she wanted more warmth. Happy to comply, he wrapped his arms around her. Ford felt guilty allowing even the merest trace of the thought to cross his mind, but at times like this he was indescribably grateful that Mabel had fallen into his life. He could not imagine it without her now.

“’Night,” Mabel murmured.

“Goodnight,” Ford responded softly.

“Don’t let the trash monsters bite,” his niece continued. The quiet laugh that answered this sent her off to sleep.

⃝

“Dammit,” Adeline said, banging the transmitter against her thigh. The blue pulse that was supposed to be emitting from the screen resolutely fizzled yet again.

Crap signal, flitted through her mind. She was too tired for this.

Sighing, Addi crossed the street, alternating between keeping an eye on the transmitter and the few citizens still shambling around at this late hour. The device crackled slightly, its light strengthening as she moved. She stepped into an alley and the signal picked up considerably.

“Yes!” A little further along and she could read the message clearly.

Let’s see what they have to say …

Movement. Behind her, something was moving. She was certain of it. Trying to act casually, as though she was absorbed in reading, she reached over her shoulder under the pretence of scratching her neck and tapped a button on the hilt of her wicked sharp sword. At the same time her eyes flicked up to the dumpster she was facing. Its metallic surface dimly revealed a figure standing up slowly behind her. They were drawing their gun.

Okay then.

In one smooth movement Addi drew her sword, whipped around – and stopped dead in shock as the past glared back at her.

“Stanford?”

His hair was grey now, but that was no surprise. It had been thirty years after all. As he moved around so that his back was no longer to the wall, she could tell he knew exactly how to use the weapon he kept trained on her. He had traded in a scientist’s suit for a more practical fighter’s trousers and boots, which was also not entirely unexpected – you had to adapt to life on the other side of the portal. He was clutching a child tightly to his side. Now that was very different.

“Who sent you?” Adeline’s old boss demanded.

“I – no one. What are you doing here?” The reply was unpredictable enough to cause him to falter.

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing here?’” he recovered. “This alley isn’t private property! How do you know who I am?”

A flash of annoyance shot through Addi.

“I’m sorry? The person you built the first ever interdimensional portal on Earth with has escaped your memory?”

The girl next to Stanford gasped. “Mr McGucket? How did you find us? Wait a minute, you look a little different.” She frowned critically at the athletic blonde woman.

Now completely nonplussed, Addi stared again at Stanford. He looked no less hostile, but there was some confusion on his face now, too. How could he not know her? There was no way in the multiverse that she would ever forget –

The answer hit her like lightning.

“Multiverse.” She cursed. “You’re not from my dimension, are you?” Their blank looks were enough of an answer.

Bitter disappointment coursed through her. It was stupid to think that. Stupid to think she would ever catch a break, that something would go right for once. Stupid to hope there might be a way home.

Angrily swallowing a lump in her throat, she stowed away Big Bertha. She wanted nothing more than to just talk to this version of her old friend a little while longer. However, Stanford was not about to let down his guard and decide to trust a complete stranger on nothing but their word that they were friends in another dimension. Especially not if he had a kid to look out for.

She stared at him a moment longer before turning away. Every step crushed her.

⃝

Mabel felt Ford relax his grip on her only after the woman had walked away, leaving behind a tight apology.

“She had a cool sword,” she remarked.

Ford nodded his agreement. “It was very unique,”

“Who d’ya think she was? She seemed kinda sad,”

“I have no idea. However, I think we can rule out Fiddleford McGucket,”

“Yep. No southern charm at all.” Mabel shook her head.

Ford made an amused sound. “Let’s get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,”

“I bet I can bring in more money than you,”

⃝

“How are you doing that?” Ford exclaimed in amazement.

The brightness of the crowded market square was such a contrast to the gloom and quiet of the night before that Mabel might have believed they’d fallen onto another planet – that is, if the sensation of going through portals wasn’t impossible to ignore.

She was sitting on the countertop of one of the gambling stalls, playing a game with the owner while Ford stood beside her and watched. As far as she could tell, she’d won the last eight rounds and the owner was getting antsy.

“I have no idea!” she replied happily. “No really, I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

“Well, you have a talent for it.” Ford scooped their winnings into a pocket. That coat of his never seemed to run out of space.

“Uh huh. Grunkle Stan taught me well,” This time there was only a slight tremble in her voice when she mentioned home. She was getting better.

The stall owner made a frustrated sound. Ford quickly thanked him and took Mabel’s hand, heading into the crowds. Mabel waved a goodbye, but the large, red, five-armed being only glared.

“I don’t think that guy liked me winning all that money off him,” she said slightly nervously. Ford tightened his grip on her hand when he looked back and saw the gambler examining the dice Mabel had been using.

“Let’s get out of here quickly. Gamblers don’t like to lose, and I have seen some accuse their opponents of swindling them simply as an excuse to take back their money. You don’t want to know what they do to the actual cheaters,”

A cold feeling of dread settled in the pit of Mabel’s stomach. Unfortunately, her uncle noticed her unusual silence and looked down at her. She was too late to wipe the guilty expression from her face. Ford’s eyebrows shot up.

“You were cheating?” he said in disbelief.

Mabel swallowed. “Um … I think so?”

An enraged roar from behind them was followed by the sound of thundering footsteps.

“RUN!” Ford shouted, shoving her forwards while drawing his gun. “Get back to the al-”

He was tackled by a murderously snarling blur of red, all six orange eyes fixed on Mabel. Heart in her mouth, she sprinted away. The sound of Ford’s laser gun thinned out the crowd like magic.

Why the heck had she cheated? It had been so easy, sure, but she was usually fine without it. What had she been thinking? What if Ford couldn’t take that guy, what if he got hurt, what if –

Her breath was hitching in her chest and terror was pumping through her veins. She’d been running for a while, and oh no, she couldn’t stop now, she needed to get help, but she didn’t know anyone –

She skidded around a corner and collapsed to her knees, looking around wildly. If she just asked, someone was bound to help, right? She looked desperately around the new square she was in, but no one seemed to care about the gasping kid on the ground or the sounds of laser fire coming from a few blocks over, sweet Moses she could use a familiar face …

With a startled “HEY!” she saw one.

Mabel crashed into the blonde woman’s side, succeeding in getting her attention but failing Step Two in that she could only cough and cling desperately to her sleeve.

“Kid? Are you alright? Where’s Stanford?”

Still valiantly trying to retake control of her lungs, Mabel gestured helplessly towards the sounds of yelling and gunfire. The woman seemed to understand immediately. She drew her sword and took off running, Mabel right behind her.

They arrived just in time to see Ford get thrown against a wall.

⃝

Various swear words swam through Ford’s mind, echoed vehemently by his aching body. He could taste blood, and purple flashes were obscuring his vision. His ears were ringing. He also could not get his legs under him in order to stand up. The dislocated shoulder though, he could feel clearly.

The gambler, now in possession of Ford’s gun, levelled it at him.

Shit.

He reached for a piece of rubble with his good arm, which, if thrown, might just be enough to injure and/or distract the man while he got to his feet …

Yes. All his other attacks so far had failed but if he used a rudimentary projectile –

The treacherous thought did not get the chance to go to completion. Sword flashing, a tall blonde woman stepped between them just as the red giant fired, although instead of the laser burning straight into her it … fragmented. It seemed to break before it reached her, into pieces that dissipated in the air.

Not seeming to believe his eyes, something Ford could not blame him for, the attacker fired again, only for the same thing to happen. With that, a physical hand-to-sword assault was attempted.

Mabel crouched down in front of him, blocking the view.

“Grunkle Ford! Oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen! I’m gonna get you out of here, I promise,”

Unable to coherently reply, Ford was forced to make like a sack of potatoes and have his good arm slung around his twelve-year-old niece’s shoulders while the rest of him was heaved halfway off the ground. He was impressed Mabel managed to do even that much. An absurdly-timed flicker of pride blew through him.

While trying to coerce his legs into taking some of his weight, Ford found himself facing the fight. Blearily, he watched as the woman fended off a blow with one hand, her sword somehow not breaking under the impact of the being’s punch, but also failing to penetrate his skin, just as lasers had.

“Wait!” she called out sharply. She made a quick signal with her free hand. After a tense moment, the red gambler lowered his fists and walked away, all hostility disappearing like smoke. Breathing a sigh of relief, the woman turned and hurried towards them.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her hazel eyes meeting Ford’s as she pulled his dislocated arm around her shoulders.

With an agonised groan, Ford thought that it would be acceptable to now fall into unconsciousness.

[luciisthebest]

The Battle to End All Battles

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: A prophecy threatens to ruin the reader’s life. Will she give in to destiny? Or will she and Sam fight fate together?

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of blood, some fluff, language, mentions of a car crash, descriptions of injuries, violence, major character deaths.

Word Count: 5,225

Song: Walking The Wire by Imagine Dragons

A/N: It’s finally done!  I started writing this right before Dangerous so it’s been in the works forever. I can honestly say I didn’t do the song justice. This was not what I planned, my inner angst took over and here we sit. I know it’s really long but I hope you like it and please feel free to leave some feedback.

“I should be going with you.” Your voice was quiet but your words still rang throughout the room.

Sam’s hand froze as he was reaching for his bag. “It's a simple salt and burn, Dean and I will be back in a day, maybe two.”He tried to keep his voice casual but you could hear an underlying tension.

“This is about what happened on our last hunt isn't it?” You folded your arms as you watched Sam resume packing.

“No, Dean and I just felt like we needed a hunt together. You know, some brotherly bonding time.”

You scowled at him. “Brotherly bonding time, really? You of all people know what it feels like to watch the person you love walk out the door and have to sit around and wonder if they'll come back.” You paused trying to gather your thoughts. “When your gone, I feel like I'm missing a part of myself. And if I even dare to think that you may never come back, I feel like I'm drowning, like I'll never see the sun again.” You wrapped your arms around yourself trying to stave off the wave of emotions trying to overwhelm you.

Sam turned towards you, regret written on his face. “Y/N I do know.”

“Then you should stop lying to me and tell me the truth.” You interrupted him. “I thought we had gotten past this Sam. The lies and the mistrust. We've both made mistakes and we both live a dangerous life. But never forgot before you came along, I was almost as well know as you and your brother. I am one of the best hunters out there and I know you're trying to protect me from something.” The guilt in Sam’s eyes gave him away. “Sam we always said we'd do things together. That no matter what it was, we'd face it together. Please don't take that away from me.”

Sam quietly sat down on the bed. “A bounty of sorts has been placed on your head.” Sam’s voice cracked with emotion.

“This wouldn't be the first time.” You joked, but Sam didn't laugh.

“This is different. Every demon topside is hunting for you. And they will stop at nothing until they find you.”  

“Again that's nothing new. Is that really why you're trying to protect me because I can handle that Sam. I'm not fragile.” You sat down next to him. “I can take whatever comes because I know that you'll be fighting right by my side.”

Do you feel the same when I'm away from you? Do you know the line that I'd walk for you? We could turn around or we could give it up But we'll take what comes, take what comes

“There's more.” He turned and took one of your hands in his. “The last hunt when the demons took you prisoner, Dean and I got some intel. There's a prophecy. No one knows who made it or where it came from, but, somehow Lucifer determined you’re a crucial part of it.”

“It gets worse, doesn't it?”  A pit of dread was beginning to form in your stomach.

Sam took a deep breath, obviously steeling for his next words. “There's a woman in the prophecy. It is said that she will either bring victory to the evil or she with bring its final and ultimate destruction. Lucifer knows this and for whatever reason he has determined that woman is you.”

“No! He's wrong.” You yanked your hand from Sam’s. “I don't care what some stupid prophecy says!” You shouted as you stood back up. “Yes I will fight to stop Lucifer until my dying breath but I'm not some pawn that decides the fate of the world.” Your words were frantic as you tried to ignore the truth you saw in Sam’s eyes. It couldn't be true. You were nobody when it came to the cosmic scale. If the prophecy had been talking about Sam or Dean you wouldn't have doubted it. But you, you were nobody. Pacing back and forth you tried to calm down.

“We can stop this, Dean and I are already working on a plan. I won't let them take you. I don't care how many demons come. I will die before I let them take you. I remember how it felt when I realized they had taken you and I never want to feel that again. I failed you then, I can't fail you now.” Shame and sorrow was obvious in his voice.

“Sam stop.” You crouched down in front of him, taking his face in your hands. “You didn't fail me. It could have happened to anybody it wasn't your fault.” Sam’s hazel eyes met yours. Your heart ached as you saw the pain in his hazel eyes. “I'm just upset that you didn't tell me.” Your voice was soft, but full of reproach. “I know you did it to protect me, but this is so much bigger than that now. You can't protect me from this Sam. They're coming and if this prophecy is true and I am that woman, then I am the key to our victory. I can't hide, and I can't run away. I have to face my fate head on. I just hope I face it knowing you stand by my side.”

Oh the storm is raging against us now If you're afraid of falling then don't look down But we took the step oh we took the leap And we'll take what comes, take what comes “Always. Never doubt that.” Sam’s words rang with truth and sincerity.

“Good. I'm glad we got that all figured out.” You stood up quickly trying to appear as if Sam's revelation didn't bother you. “So about this hu-”

“Hey Sammy what's the hold up?” Dean peeked his head in the door. Upon seeing you he gave Sam a knowing smirk. “Never mind.” He quickly made his exit a chuckle sounding from the hall.

“Dean wait.” You called out to him. Dean reopened the door a moment later. “He told me.” You gave him a meaningful look.

“I knew you wouldn't be able to keep it from her.” Dean teased his brother.

You tapped your foot pretending to be annoyed. “I'm standing right here. You're just lucky I like you.” You glared at him. “Don't think I've forgotten that you also hid this.” Sam snorted from behind you. “Shut it, you're not off the hook either.” You spun around and glared at Sam.

“Well as much as I'd enjoy to be a part of this lovers spat. Sam and I need to head out.”

“I'm coming with you.” Dean started to protest. “Either you let me come with you, or I leave on my own. It's up to you two.” You looked smugly between the brothers.

“Fine.” Dean grumbled as he stalked out of the room.

In your moment of victory you did a happy dance until you turned and saw Sam’s face. So many emotions played across his face. Fear, love, sorrow, agony. You could see he was trying to hide it, trying to put on the brave face he always did but you could see right through it.

Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here

Walking back over to him you laced your fingers through his as you sat beside him.

“We'll make it through this. We always do. No matter what we've faced and what we've come up against, we always make it.” Your words were meant to offer comfort but instead they only seemed to agitate him further.

“I don't think you get this. This is Lucifer we're talking about.” Sam’s eyes looked haunted. “He will never stop hunting you. And when he finally catches you either he will turn you to his side or kill you.”

“You're right. But if that is truly my fate, my destiny, then there's no escaping it. You of all people know that.”

Sam flinched at your words. “When I think of the things he would do to you, I feel sick. He would punish you just to hurt me.” The fear rolling off Sam was almost palpable.

“Then we won't let it happen.” Determination raced through your veins.

“You’re right we won't. And if you hadn’t been so inquisitive it would have been so much easier. I never should have told you.” Sam looked away from you, refusing to even look upon you.

You jerked back, your head spinning. Sam would have rather lied to you than come forward with the truth? “How could you saw that?” Your words were strained as you tried to keep a hold on your temper.

Sam stood up his back to you. He seemed like he wanted to say something. Instead he just walked away.

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire “I thought we were in this together!” You shouted at his retreating back. Sam just kept walking, never bothering to look back.

Clenching your fists, you tried to hold back the tears that were burning at the back of your throat. If Sam was really willing to walk away from you like that, then he didn't deserve your tears. He didn’t deserve the pain that filled your heart, and the ache that tore through your soul. And yet, you still felt it all. And the tears you so desperately wished away still fell. In your heart you would always love him no matter what. But that didn’t mean you wouldn't do what you needed to.

Standing quickly, you left the bunker letting the door slam behind you. You had to do this, not for yourself not even for Sam and Dean, but for all of humanity.

There's nights we had to just walk away And there's tears we'll cry but those tears will fade It's a price you pay when it comes to love And we'll take what comes, take what comes

A storm was brewing. Lighting split the sky open and thunder rumbled dangerously. It was the perfect background for what you were about to do. “I'm here.” You yelled into the sky. The wind howled in response grabbing the ends of your hair whipping them against your face. “I know you can hear me.” You screamed as the wind continued to howl.

Lightening flashed, and then the blonde archangel stood before you. “Well, well well, it took you long enough.”

“Yeah well it took a little while for me to get the memo.” You said with forced bravo.

“So Sammy didn't tell you, how does that not surprise me?” His smile was cold. “Speaking if which, where is my vessel? I'm sure he and his brother are somewhere around here.”

Your cool exterior began to crack as you thought of your last conversation with Sam. “They're gone.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes in amusement. “Sure they are. Now let's get past all the lies and get to the fun part.”

You glared at him, hating him for what you were about to do. “They betrayed me. Once they found out about the prophecy, they turned on me. Sam and Dean Winchester are as good as dead to me.” Every word felt like a knife to your heart but in some ways you knew they were true. Except you were the one betraying them. You would probably never see either of them again.

Lucifer must have seen something in your eyes because his demeanor instantly changed. “So you've come to your senses. Smart girl.” He stepped closer to you, and you couldn't help but marvel as you noticed that the angel was bone dry even though it was pouring rain. “I can make your stay very pleasant, my only condition is that you don't fight me.” He stood right in front of you, his blue eyes boring into yours.

“I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing.” You tilted your chin in defiance as you looked up at him.

A laughed escaped his lips, mocking and cold, yet all the same amused. “It is rare that I find a human so willing to stand up to me, I find it rather refreshing.” He ran a finger down your cheek. “I think we are going to enjoy getting to know one another.” He cold breath brushed the side of your neck as he whispered in your ear.

Revulsion filled you, and it took all your strength not to jerk away from his touch. You had to do this and there was no going back. “I was born to do this. No man or angel will keep me from my destiny, and if the world has to pay for that, so be it.”

At your words, the storm around you grew more intense. The wind began to howl even louder and the rain lashed at you. Lightening bolts struck everywhere around you and as the light reflected off of Lucifer’s eyes you could see a victorious gleam hidden within their depths.

Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here

Three weeks. Three long horrific weeks since you had last seen Sam. Since the night you gave yourself over to Lucifer, you had basically been a prisoner. A prisoner locked up in a pretty cage. For the most part you had been all alone, Lucifer had dropped you off in an extremely lavish mansion and you hadn’t seen much of him since. He dropped by every once and a while, ranting about how you would help him take over the world and rule by his side. But other than that?you saw no one, you just spent your time thinking. Thinking about all the wrong decisions you had made in your life, thinking about Sam and wondering how he was, thinking about how you were now a traitor to your own people. What you did was for them, but they would never understand or know that. In their eyes you had willingly given yourself over to the enemy and there was no coming back from that.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Sam thought of you. In the last three weeks you had tried your hardest to not think of him, but your mind always seemed to wander in his direction. Sam probably hated you, in his mind you had commited the ultimate betrayal. You’d run to the monster that had tormented him and his family for so long. There were so times you had thought about calling to explain yourself to him. But you couldn't risk it. Lucifer was going to make his move any day. The last time you’d seen him he had hinted that he would be moving ahead soon. You didn't know his plan and you didn't know where you fit into it. Just that he was banking on you to win it all.

Your entire plan had failed. You’d thought that if you gained Lucifer’s trust, you would be able to get his plan. No such luck, the only thing left for you to do was to escape. At least then he wouldn't be able to use you in his plan. All of this was easier said than done. Demons guarded the mansion day and night making it nearly impossible for you to escape.

As you sat alone in your elaborate bedroom. You watched as the sun sank below the horizon taking all hope of every leaving with it. There was no way out, in the coming days you would be Lucifer’s weapon. The weapon that would destroy the world.

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire

As the last beam of light disappeared, leaving the sky the strange purple that comes right before darkness, there was a soft knock on your window. Rushing to the window, you pushed aside the sheer silky curtains, revealing a face you thought you’d never see again. “Sam?” You cried out in joy.

Sam pointed at the window locks, reminding you that he was still locked outside. With nimble fingers and a practiced flick you had the locks opened in record time. Pushing the window up, you grabbed Sam’s hand and helped pull him in. “You’re really here…” You dropped his hand and drank in the sight of him before you.

Sam’s eyes burned into yours. So full of emotion they seemed to overflow. “Y/N…” Sam wrapped you in his arms and pulled you in for a searing kiss. “I never should have walked away.” He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy.

“And I never should have given up. I’m so sorry.” Tears filled your eyes as shame filled you. As day after day passed, you had kept telling yourself that what you’d done was to save people. But in all reality it was because you were childish and angry.

“As much as I hate to break up this reunion we gotta go.”

“You brought Dean with you?” You stuck your head out of the window and looked down at a very annoyed Dean.

“How else do you think I climbed up here?”

“Oh.”

“Come on we gotta go.” Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you to the window.

“Uhhh, how are we supposed to get down?”

“Jump.” Dean answered before Sam could.

“Jump?” Your voice came out as a squeak.

“I’ll catch you I promise.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“You’re insane.” You muttered as you climbed over the ledge of the window. “If I die because of this I will come back and haunt you.” With those words you jumped and as promised Dean caught you.

“Told you.”

“Whatever. How’s Sam gonna get down? Are you gonna catch him to?”

“Yeah no. He can come down the way he went up.”

As Dean was speaking you watched as Sam climbed out of the window. You held your breath as he quickly scaled down the wall using the niches in the brickwork as handholds.

When Sam was safely on the ground, he grabbed your hand and started running. Dean followed close behind as the three of you fled the mansion grounds. Not far from the open gate was the Impala. You never been so happy to see that car in your life. As you quickly got in and listened to the engine rumble to life, you realized you were truly free. Resting your head on the cool leather of the seat, you watched as the mansion disappeared into the distance. Your once gilded cage gone.

“How did you guys pull that off?” Ever since you had made it to the car that question had been nagging at you.

“Crowley got some of his demons in place as your gaurds. And when the time came they were all conveniently occupied.” Dean explain as he glanced up in the rear view mirror.

“Huh.” You were sure that came with a hefty price tag but now was not the time to ask. For now you would just relish your freedom.

“So do you wanna talk about what happened in there?” Sam turned around to look at you.

Sighing you explained to him and Dean everything that had transpired in the last three weeks. As your story was done the only sound in the car was the engining rumbling. Both Sam and Dean seemed at a loss. “I know it’s a lot and I’m sorry. I did this. I was angry and stupid.”

Silence continued to fill the car. It stretched thinner and thinner as minutes tick by. Finally Dean spoke. “Y/N we-“

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, the sound of crunching metal, and moments later your world was turned upside down. The car rolled over and over again until it finally stopped on its roof.

So look out down below Look out down below Look out down below Walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below

Both Sam and Dean were unconscious. “Sam? Dean? Come on you gotta wake up.” Your words were a shout in an attempt to rouse them. Neither responded. “Damn it.”  Reaching for your seat belt with one hand and bracing the other against the roof, you removed the belt falling into a cramped, uncomfortable position.

“Shit.” You hissed in pain as you touched your temple. When you brought your fingers back they were sticky with blood. “That’s just great.” You muttered as you crawled out of the broken window. Making your way to your feet, you swayed, blood lose making you dizzy. You ignored the sensation and moved to the front of the car. You had to make sure Sam and Dean were ok. Bending down you checked Sam for a pulse, and to your relief he was still alive. As you began to hobble your way over to Dean’s side a branch snapped behind you. Spinning around terror fillled you as you eyes met angry blue ones.

“Well, well. Looks like Sammy finally came to rescue his damsel in distress. And here I thought you were gonna to follow in your father’s footsteps and make me proud.”

You cautiously stepped closer to him. “I don’t have a father.”

“Oh you actually believe the whole orphan sob story.” He laughed.

“My mother died in childbirth and my father died in a car crash a week later.” You glared daggers at him.

“Come on kiddo think. Connect the dots. Figure it out. I know you’re smarter than you look.” Lucifer folded his arms as him smiled smugly.

You stared at him in bewilderment. He couldn’t mean what you were thinking. There was no possible way. “You… you’re lying.

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Turns out your daddy isn’t dead after all.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I would have known.” You murmured to yourself.

“Come give daddy a big hug.” Lucifer opened his arms wide and smiled mockingly at you.

“You’re not my father. You can’t be. I’m not a nephilim. I’m pretty sure I would have noticed crazy world ending powers.”

Lucifer sighed. “That’s your mother’s doing. She had a spell cast on you before you were born. It supressed your powers and hid you from me.”

You couldn’t comprehend it. Lucifer as your father. The very evil you detested and sought to destroy your father. “So the prophecy’s real. I think you know which side I choose.” You jerked your chin up in defiance.

“I see you got my rebelliousness. Once the son betrayed the father and now the daughter will betray the son. I hoped you would come to my side willingly… but I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” His eyes hardened as he sized you up.

Behind you there was a quiet groan and then a thump as one of the boys removed their seatbelt. Glass jingled then crunches as whoever it was climbed to their feet. You watched as Lucifer’s eyes tracked them and seemed to narrow as an evil smile curled his lips. He raised his hand and brought his fingers together in preparation to snap.

“No!” You screamed throwing your arms up in defense. Your word seemed to echo amplified by your anger and pain. Shimmering in front of you was a transparent gold shied. Lucifer snapped his fingers but nothing happened.

“Well done kid. Looks like the spell really did break after all.”

As he spoke the shield faded away. You stared at your hands in wonder. All these years you never knew the power you held.

“Y/N?” Sam’s awe filled voice came from behind you.

Spinning around, relief filled you seeing Sam on his feet. The look on his face told you he had heard and saw everything. “Um is Dean ok?” Sam nodded. “Good.” You turned back around to face your father. He had been strangely silent as he watched you interaction with Sam. “So what now?”

Behind you gravel crunched as Sam walked towards you. You could feel him standing beside you but refused to look at him. “Now, we kick your father’s ass.” He said as he took your hand.

Lucifer actually chuckled. “Never thought you’d have me as a potential father in law did ya Sammy?”

Sam ignored him. His attention was focused on you and you alone. “Why?” You asked quietly.

“Because I’ll always stand by your side no matter what.”

Oh I'll take your hand when thunder roars And I'll hold you close, I'll stay the course I promise you from up above That we'll take what comes, take what comes Love 

“How sweet, my baby girl’s all grown up.”

“I’m not your baby girl.” You spit in disgust.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed and waves of anger began to roll off of him. “Fine. Then choose. Either fight with me and we can rule Heaven, Earth, and Hell or die.”

“Hmmm let me think.” You squeezed Sam’s hand. “I’d rather die.”

“I second that.” Dean’s strong voice came from behind you as his stepped beside you.

“So be it.”

The three of you stood as a united front. Ready to strike, expecting the worse. You watched as Lucifer raised his hand in preparation to strike. Before he could you raised your own hand, blasting a concentrated beam of power straight at your father. It was golden just like your shield, and when it hit Lucifer a shriek of pain burst from his lips as his shoulder stared bleeding. You could smell the burning flesh from were you stood and it took all your strength not to gag.

“Hmmm looks like someone’s angry.” His tone was mocking but he couldn’t hide the pain that seeped into his words.

“You could say I have daddy problems.” You smiled smugly as you surveyed the damage you’d done.

“Nice one.” Dean muttered under his breath as he chuckled.

“Laugh while you still can Dean. Because once I’m done with her. I’m going to make you watch as I kill Sammy. Then I’ll grant you the mercy of a slow death.” Lucifer snarled his eyes burning with hatred.

“If anyone’s dying tonight it’s you.” Sam stepped forward.

“Brave words Sammy. Better hope they’re not your last.”

Your eyes swung back to Lucifer. His wound was slowly beginning to heal making you realize killing him was a lot harder than you thought. “All right boys. I’m done playing let’s get this over with. Dad will you surrender peacefully?” Lucifer’s lips curled back in a silent snarl. “Didn’t think so. Welp looks like I’ll just have to kill you. Good times.” You have a small nod to Sam and Dean then turned all your focus to your father.

The boys fanned out and began to circle around Lucifer, forming three points of contact. Both were armed with an angel blade that glinted dangerously in the light.

“None of you are any match for me.” Lucifer’s stance was relaxed as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Arrogance oozed from him as he smirked.

“You forget. If the legends are true, I am at least your equal.” Your lips curled into a smirk of your own. Lucifer’s eyes glinted dangerously. The sky darkened and thunder rumbled ominously. “Why couldn’t you have been happy with what you had? You could’ve have ruled Hell and we wouldn’t have cared less.” You paused weighing your next words. “If there’s any part of you that cares for me then you end this. Just walk away leave Heaven and Earth alone and rule Hell.” As you spoke Sam and Dean began to close in on Lucifer, their daggers raised. You were walking a dangerous line. If Lucifer realized the two brothers were sneaking up on him, he’d no doubt kill them.

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire 

Lightening flashed and for a moment you saw an outline of your father’s wings. “I will never stop till I have what is rightfully mine.”

“So that’s it. Power before family. Well done father. I guess we really don’t have anything else to say to each other.”

“Well I would like to give you some fatherly advice.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Work on your distraction tactic.” He snapped his fingers, sending Sam and Dean flying backwards. You watched in horror as they both hit the ground with a loud grunt and then laid there silently. “Now it’s just you and I.” Lucifer again snapped his fingers, seconds later there was a loud snapped and you found yourself on the ground screaming.

“You could have had it all Y/N. Instead you chose them.” He knelt down beside you. “And now you have to be punished for your wrong decision. Because what sort of father would I be if I didn’t punish you?” He snapped his fingers again and there was another loud snap.

Both of your legs were useless, nearly snapped in half. It took everything in you to keep from throwing up as wave after wave of pain smashed into you. “You’re a shitty father.” Rage boiled up inside you, powering a massive wave of energy the radiated outwards from you. The wave hit Lucifer so hard it lifted him off his feet and threw him back several feet. He laid there unmoving for several moments. Glancing over at Sam, you saw he still unmoving. Rage like you had never know filled you.

So look out down below Look out down below Look out down below Walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below

“This ends now!” Power pooled in your hands. Raising your hand, you took aim at Lucifer. Just as you were about to release the massive wave of energy, Lucifer struck you with his own power. Bones snapped, your blood boiled, you were burning from the inside out.  

Choking on blood, you released the energy with a scream that sprayed blood everywhere. You didn’t even see the wave hit Lucifer but you heard his screams. The nauseating smell of burnt flesh reached your nose as the wind continued to howl. Turning your head, you realized your father was dead. All that was left of him was a smoking pile of ash where he once stood.

The world was safe. The prophecy fulfilled, now all that was left was for you to die. It wouldn’t be long, Lucifer had done some irreparable damage. You could feel your body shutting down one organ at a time. Your eyes searched aimlessly as your breathing slowed, finally settling on Sam. He was still breathing but he hadn’t moved an inch. His hair fluttered in the wind and your heart ached. Sam would be your biggest regret. You loved him with all your heart and you knew he would be destroyed by your death. His eyelids began to flutter giving you just a smidgen of hope that you’d get the chance to say goodbye. But that was not to be, your injuries were too great. As Sam’s eyelids fluttered open yours fluttered closed. The last thing you heard was Sam’s cry of agony as you finally succumbed to your destiny.

We're walking the wire We're walking the wire We're walking the wire, wire, wire

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Wrapped Around, pt. 2

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 8044 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Part 1 | Part 2.5

A/N: Surprise! I can’t thank you all enough for the love that part 1 received! (I read all the tags on the reblogs and i just love you all ok) I hope you guys enjoy this part too (: My smut skills… it’s a work in progress so I hope you bear with me friends. 

You wake up to 15 messages from Solji, all of them in caps. Half of them is just her keyboard smashing out her frustration and the other half is her calling you a few choice words for lying to her. You laugh as you scroll through all of them and decide you would call her later to explain everything.

You sigh, as you take a hot shower to wash off the layer of grime that had settled on the surface of your skin from being in that sauna of a frat house. As you soap up your body, you shudder when you remember the way the man had pressed himself against you and you shake your head to rid yourself of the image that had imprinted itself deep in your mind.

First party of the semester and it was an experience to say the least… you wonder if it was a sign… or perhaps a punishment for failing your new semester resolution. After your shower, you decide to bury yourself under a pile of books to keep your mind from wandering again.

Despite the disaster that was the frat party you’re glad that at least one good thing had come out of it. You grab lunch with Taehyung as promised and you spend most of it throwing fries at each other rather than eating. The slight downside to meeting him is only that you realize you haven’t fully gotten over your slight crush on him. As long as you don’t sleep with him again you’ll be fine, you think.

“So tell me, what happened with Jessica? I thought you were in love,” You say the last part while clutching at your heart dramatically and Taehyung scowls at you.

“I don’t know,” He says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “She was pretty, she was and I think that’s all there really was to it,” He laughs and you shake your head at him disapprovingly.

Taehyung’s eyes dart from your face to across the room as he racks his brain for a new topic, wanting to talk about anything but Jessica.

“How was summer break?”

“It was… nice, quiet. Got to spend some quality time with my dad,” You answer and decide to leave out the fact that you also spent most of it trying not to think about him. There’s this uncomfortable silence that starts to build and you look down at your phone swiping through to pretend you were looking at something important.

“Look at this!” Hoseok shouts as he approaches the booth and you lift your head up, smiling at the sight of him. “Looks like the crew is back in business!” He says as he waves at the both of you, million-watt smile on display. There’s a collective sigh of relief from the two of you, glad that Hoseok has arrived to save the conversation that was slowly becoming awkward.

With Hoseok joining the two of you, you know it can only be laughs from here on out. You know everyone in the dining hall was staring at the booth you guys were seated at, curious as to what the ruckus was all about but really the three of you were just this noisy whenever you were all put together.

You leave the dining hall that day happier than you have been in a while, smiling from ear to ear as you recount the jokes that were told. You almost feel like slapping yourself for taking so long to reach out to them again. It was good to be out somewhere other than the library, doing something other than studying all the damn time.

On Thursday quiz night, Jimin asks you once more if you were fine but he drops the subject when he senses how uncomfortable you are when talking about the subject. You’re glad that he’s able to pick up on social cues like that. He starts asking personal questions instead like how you know all his friends and who your friends are. He begins quizzing you on his friends almost as if he doesn’t believe you were actually friends with them. You answer all his questions despite your confusion in his sudden interest and you see his eyes widen when you tell him that you and Taehyung used to be friends with benefits.

“What do I have to do to get in on a deal like that?” He asks in a low tone.

You laugh, flicking him on the head. “Sorry, that old me is dead and gone, buddy.”

He groans disappointedly, mumbling something along the lines of not fair under his breath.

You continue trudging throughout the week, pushing that wild weekend back into the deep pits of your memories. You let yourself rest that week, doing minimal work as you tried hard to not think of the weeks that were about to come. Your second wave of midterms were soon approaching and you know you would be spending almost all of your time in the library then. But of course, just when you felt like you had your life together, life decides to throw you a curveball.

Earlier throughout the day and most of the week actually, you had rushed to complete every single possible assignment so that you could go to bed early today. At 9 pm, you lie in your bed, giving yourself ample time to fall asleep but after half an hour you’re still wide awake despite the fact that you’re exhausted mentally and physically. You’re really not sure when was the last time you actually had a good night’s rest.

It started roughly a week ago, the random heart palpitations and trembling… then it only got worse, especially when you wanted to sleep. You tried everything from going to the gym to visiting the university’s mental health services department but nothing seemed to work. They recommended that you stop studying late into the night. Ludicrous, you thought. How can you afford to cut down on your studying time when your grades were hanging in the balance? 

You told Solji about your problem hoping that she could provide a reasonable answer and after she recommended yoga, she jokingly suggested maybe you just needed to get laid, after all it had been a while since you last got some.

You’re so desperate for sleep you actually try counting sheep. After sheep number 700 something, you throw your blanket away in frustration. Picking up your phone, you search through your recent contacts for his number. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, you’re not even sure if this would work. It would only result in you opening a new can of worms that you didn’t want to deal with but screw it, you really really really wanted some sleep.

“Hello?”

“Hey Tae, are you at home right now? Are you free?”

“Yeah, I just made popcorn for movie night, wanna—“

“No, I mean, are you free?”

“Oh,” He says. “Ohhh,” He repeats finally understanding what you mean. “You mean right now? Fuck yeah.”

“Cool, I’ll be there in 15.”

You change out of your pajamas, quickly putting on the nearest pair of jeans and decent looking t-shirt you could find. Grabbing your keys and your phone, you open your door only to find Jimin being pulled in, hand attached to the doorknob.

“Oh, going somewhere? Then I guess I’ll—��

“Yeah, meeting a friend… but you can stay,” You smile.

“Nice!” He smiles back and begins walking towards your bed.

“If I find any of my granola bars missing though, you’re going to regret it you hear me?” You say before shutting the door and you glance back just in time to see Jimin mock you sarcastically.

Taehyung jumps up from his spot on the couch, dusting off the crumbs on his pants. He frantically cleans up his apartment, trying to hide the mess by pushing miscellaneous items into the nearest drawer. He sprays cologne on himself and then around his apartment but the smell starts to choke him so he opens a window or two to let some fresh air in.

“What am I even doing?” He sighs to himself. He usually had no qualms whenever you had called him last semester… no, that was a lie. He was the very same but only towards the end and that was when he knew he was in trouble. His feelings had crept up on him, he knew that. When jealousy the greatest enemy in a fwb relationship reared its ugly head, he knew he had to cut things off soon. So, he stopped calling you as often and whenever you called, he would say he was busy.

Jessica, she was just an unfortunate victim of his own confused feelings. She had a pretty face and that was enough to reel him in, to momentarily forget about you. Trying to love her gave him an excuse, a great one in fact to finally cut things off with you but he knew all he had with her was lust so he breaks it off after a week. This way, he had time to himself to try and bury his feelings way deep down hoping they will never surface again and it works… a little. He finds he doesn’t think about you as much as he used to and he doesn’t stare at his phone longingly waiting for your reply.

Somewhere along the line, your friendship with him fades a little, only ever speaking to him when you catch him for a moment at a party. Then the semester ends and it’s like you had dropped off the edge of the Earth. He missed you, just as a friend but it seemed like you weren’t bothered at all, not even sending a quick how are you throughout summer break.

So, there he was standing in the middle of his apartment, desperately trying to fan the strong smell of cologne out of his apartment. A mistake, he knows it was a mistake to tell you that he was only one call away but he didn’t think you’d actually take him up on that offer.

Taehyung hears a soft knock on his door as he kicks the last pile of his dirty clothes under his bed.

“Coming,” You hear him shout from behind the door and in a few seconds, the door opens and his boxy smile greets you.

“Y/N, guess the stress is really—“

You don’t give him the time to finish his sentence, choosing to smash your lips fervently against his. He grunts as you push his back against the nearest wall, his head hitting the wall with a soft thud. Taehyung responds almost instantly, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he feels you tug at his soft locks. He doesn’t realize how much he missed this, how much he missed you. He brings up one hand to cup your check, to slow down the pace and you whine disapprovingly not liking how intimate this was getting already.

He pulls away from you, lips already beginning to feel swollen.

“Slow down baby, we have all night,” He whispers before he begins to leave a trail of open mouth kisses down your neck. You whimper involuntarily when you feel his hand slip under your t-shirt to knead one of your breasts. You let him have his way, slowly working at your neck while your hand trails down from his hair to the curve of his ass where you leave a playful squeeze.

“I know we have all night but I’m impatient, always have been and you know that,” You say as your hand moves around to the front of his pants where you begin to undo the button of his jeans, trying to speed up the process. He tries to ignore you but when you start to palm him through his jeans, he bites down harshly on your neck before his tongue quickly glides over the spot to soothe the pain. You flinch from the pain and tug his head away from your neck by grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“Sorry,” He smirks. “But you asked for it,” He says to which you only respond by rolling your eyes at him.

He tugs your chin towards him, smirking again before crushing his lips against yours. This time he doesn’t take his time, his lips move greedily against yours sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip. You swipe once, twice against his bottom lip before he grants your entrance. Your tongues swirl around battling each other for dominance, and the only thing you can hear is your greedy moans as his hand slips between the two of you to rub at your core through your jeans. You roll your hips forward needily, craving more friction.

You moan once more into the kiss and Taehyung decides he can’t wait any longer. He grabs your thigh, fingernails digging into your skin as he hoists you up. Your thighs wrap around him automatically and he begins moving forward, all the time never leaving your lips.

He sets you down on his bed and his arms leave you momentarily only to pull his shirt over his head and you do the same to your shirt. The two of you move naturally, after all this was just the continuation of what was your routine last semester. You move backwards by your elbows until you feel the pillows behind you and Taehyung follows, hovering above you.

“Fuck, I’ve missed seeing you like this,” He pants, leaving sloppy kisses starting from your neck and down the valley of your breasts, stopping only to unclasp your bra which he tosses off the bed. That sentence leaves you a little confused, maybe he just said it wrong. You shut your eyes, biting down on your bottom lips to muffle your desperate moans. He continues, leaving open mouth kisses on your breast, sucking at your skin, leaving marks that will surely be dark purple tomorrow.

“No marks,” You exhale, tugging at his hair at the base of his neck.

“It’s a little too late for that babe,” He laughs before returning his attention to your chest, his tongue swirling around your nipple and you feel pleasure ripple within you.

“Tae,” You moan, grabbing his free hand to guide it down towards your core. “I-I need more,” You breathe out. You feel him hum against your skin as he unbuttons your jeans, his knee putting pressure against your sex. He moves down leaving kisses that stop at your navel and he tugs your jeans, along with your panties off of you. You lay there excited for what’s to come next but you feel Taehyung’s hands leave you altogether so, you whine in protest.

“Taehyung,” You groan. “I don’t have time for games.”

“I’m just taking the time to admire your body,” He smirks, his fingers teasing at your folds.

Without warning he plunges two fingers into you and you almost scream out in delight. He brings his thumb around to rub little figure 8s around your clit and you feel the room start to spin. He glances up to see you loll your head backwards, lips slowly parting as you feel a knot build at the bottom of your stomach and he feels his jeans tighten.

“Fuck, Tae-ahh just like that babe.”

The room is filled with only the sound of squelching as Taehyung continues to plunge his fingers into you. He soon replaces his thumb with his tongue and you moan his name repeatedly, struggling to contain yourself. You can tell he’s already smirking as he uses his tongue to swirl around your nub. Your hips buck up and you’re practically grinding down on his tongue so he places a palm across your stomach to stop you from squirming.

“Behave, love,” You hear him hum and you try to relax but you can’t stop the shivers of pleasure that run down your spine.

The knot building at the pit of your stomach tightens and your vision goes hazy as you feel yourself reaching your climax. He thrusts his fingers into you with more urgency as your moans grow more and more frequent, knowing that you were reaching your high soon.

“Tae, I-I’m—“

“Mmm, come for me, baby,” He hums against your folds.

A few more swirls around your clit is all it takes for him to send you tumbling over the edge. You let out a long moan as you see hot white behind your eyelids, your thighs shaking as you reach your release. Taehyung thrusts his fingers slowly into you, letting you ride out your high. You feel his hot breath against your core as he removes his fingers, only to lap up every drop of your juice and you find yourself shivering with delight.

After drawing in a few deep breaths, you look up to see Taehyung licking his lips, his chin glistening with your fluids. Seeing him that way stirs something inside of you. You place your hand behind his neck, pulling him down towards you to kiss him slowly. You realize it’s getting a little too intimate, you thought you had your feelings in check but you were oh so wrong.

You bite lightly at his bottom lip as you pull away, pushing him onto his back before leaving a few more kisses down his jaw, licking up the remnants of what was dripping off his chin. You move towards his neck, leaving a long stripe as you continue to inch downwards and you hear him inhale sharply as shivers at the cold trail you have left behind. You take your time, slowly shimmying your way down until your lips hover just above his dick. He watches with fully blown out pupils as you use your teeth to drag down the zip of his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N that’s so hot,” He moans.

You pull off his jeans and boxers in one swift movement and you watch his member flip up onto his abdomen. Taehyung hurriedly kicks off his jeans and boxers that were pooling by his ankles and you lick your lips as you eye his member, spreading the bead of precum leaking from his tip before digging your thumb into his slit.

“Y/n-ahh, fu—“ The rest of his sentence is swallowed by his own incoherent moans.

You leave kitten licks across his tip and he grunts in annoyance. You continue teasing him, using your teeth to lightly scathe down the side of his member carefully.

“Stop teasing, babe,” He whines and you laugh lightly.

You lick a long stripe up the side of his member before hollowing out your cheeks to take in as much of him as you can and you hear Taehyung let out a light whimper. You bob your head up & down, noting to use your tongue to swirl around his dick. The breathy moans that leave his lips has you rubbing your thighs together and you work quickly, slacking your jaw as you sink down all the way until your nose touches the hilt. You take in a deep breath, swallowing once around him and you feel the burning sensation back in your throat.

“Jesus, Y/N you take my dick so well,” He groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

He bucks his hips upward, aching to feel relief and despite how it burns your throat even more, you let him do as he pleases. You pull back letting your hand twist around the bottom half of his shaft as you dig your tongue into his slit. A slew of cuss words leaves his lips, his breathing becomes ragged and he bucks his hips up once again but then you feel him suddenly retreat from you altogether.

You look up at him confused as to why he would do that when he was so close, afraid that you might’ve done something room. You see him with a shiny packet in hand, eyebrows furrowed, hurriedly trying to tear it open. Frustrated, he uses his teeth to tear the packet open and he pushes your hand that rested limply around his shaft away.

“But you haven’t—“

“Next time, love,” He says. “I just need to feel you around me now,” He growls as he rolls the condom down his member. No, no there won’t be a next time. There can’t be.

He motions for you to come forward and you comply, placing your knees at either side of him as you guide his member towards your entrance. You sink down slowly, crying out as you feel his length stretch out your walls. Taehyung watches you with dark eyes and his jaw slacks at the feeling of his member sliding slowly against your walls. When you sit down fully, you let a long moan escape you while you adjust to his size.

Taehyung places his hands on your hips, silently urging you to move and you rest your palms against his chest as you roll your hips forward cautiously a few times to test the waters.

“Just, like that babe, fuckkk,” He curses.

Moving your hands further up, you grip at his shoulders as you sit back on your knees. You rise up, almost feeling him slip out of you before you slam back down on him.

“Oh my god,” You cry, bouncing up and down as only lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin fills up the room. You feel Taehyung’s fingers dig into the side of your waists leaving behind tiny crescents, guttural groans leaving his throat as he bites down on his bottom lip. Soon, your movements grow sloppy and you let Taehyung do most of the work, him bucking up into you as he lifts you up and down with him. Your eyes shut as wave after wave of pleasure runs throughout your body and you find it hard to hold on.

“God, Y/N why did you ever let me break off our fwb deal?” He groans as he flips you onto your back. He thrusts mercilessly into you, hooking one of your knees onto his shoulder so he can reach deeper into you. You open your mouth to shoot him a witty answer but only sharp scream leaves your throat as the feeling of him hitting just the right spot is almost too much for you.

“Shit, Taehyung right there!” You scream and he picks up the pace, drilling into you. Your hands grip onto the sheets as you feel your climax steadily approaching, high pitched breathy moans leaving your throat. Taehyung’s steady pace starts to falter and you know he’s close too. He lets his hand slip between your bodies so he can rub little circles around your clit and you lift your head to muffle your scream against the crook of his neck, your arms gripping tightly at his back.

Two, three more thrusts and for the second time of the night you’re sent over the edge, your fingernails raking down his back as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body. A few moments later, with a final push you feel Taehyung’s member stutter inside of you and his face contorts in pleasure as he finally let his hot seeds spill out inside the condom. He helps you ride out both of your highs with a few more shallow thrusts before you’re squirming from over-sensitivity.

Exhaling deeply, Taehyung flops down next to you.

“Damn Y/N that was so—“

“Good,” You smile, completing his sentence for him. The two of you lie there in silence, allowing time for the both of you to catch your breaths. Once everything settles down, Taehyung slips off the bed to discard the condom.

“Heads up,” He shouts as he grabs a hand towel and tosses it from across the room to you.

You wipe down yourself quickly and throw the towel into his hamper. Roaming around his room, you search for your clothes, slowly slipping into your innerwear first.

When you’re fully dressed, you exit his room to find Taehyung smiling as he hands you a small carton of banana milk. You clap your hands together delightedly like a child and he can’t help but laugh at you.

You sit crossed legged on his couch and sip on the banana milk happily while he sits next to you, doing the same. It was a tradition that the two of you had every time you guys slept together and you smile at the familiarity of it all. You liked it this way, you liked having the luxury of being able to call him up at any given time to get your fix. With him, there was no awkwardness, no guilt as you leave the apartment without staying the night but no, you can’t slip back into that routine… not if you wanted to keep this friendship alive.

“You can stay you know, if you’re tired…” Taehyung smiles. “I have your favourite breakfast bagels somewhere in my fridge,” He says as he lifts his eyebrows suggestively.

“Tempting,” You laugh. “But nah, I’ve got a 7.30 am class tomorrow,” You lie.

“Ooh, rough,” He says, making a pained face. “I’ll walk you to the bus stop then?”

The two of you stand at the bus stop making light conversation as you wait along with a bunch of strangers for a bus that never seems to come on time. Your mind drifts away slightly to note the way you love his smile and the way his fringe rests above his eyes— and you mentally slap yourself, forcing yourself to snap out of it.

“Thank you for walking me here,” You say as you watch the bus slowly approaching. “And thanks for um—“ You look around eyeing the strangers that were standing around. “—for you know the thing,” You laugh.

“Like I said Y/N, anytime,” He laughs in return. He waves you goodbye and begins walking back to his apartment as you board the bus. He has the sinking feeling that sleeping with you again was a mistake but he couldn’t resist it, couldn’t resist you. You were a mistake he would gladly make again and again.

You spend the bus ride back to your dorm convincing yourself that you were fine, that you had your feelings in check but you know that it’s a lie. You had saw that thong peeking out from under his bed and you felt a pang of jealousy hit you right in the centre of your chest. You shouldn’t be jealous, you had no right to because the two of you will always be friends and nothing more.

You arrive back to your room to find Jimin sprawled out across your bed, soft snores bubbling from his throat and you snort at the sight. You change into your pajamas and slowly gather his belongings to set it aside on the window sill. This very same situation has happened more times than you can count and you sigh as you pull the blanket over Jimin before slipping under the covers yourself. You’re exhausted, extremely so now after how Taehyung had tired you out so, you’re hoping you’ll finally get the sleep you deserve.

It starts out good, you feel your eyelids getting heavy but then a single thought repeats itself in your brain then, numerous others and you try your best to tune it all out. It doesn’t work though and you feel your heart begin to hammer against your chest, you shut your eyes in frustration, begging yourself to calm down and go to sleep. You hear Jimin turn in his sleep, groaning and you hold your breath, afraid that you’ve somehow woken him up. He sighs as his hand finds your waist and he pulls you closer, smiling as he buries his face in your hair that smelled like peaches. You feel your back pressed flush against his chest and you hope he can’t hear the way your heart is beating like crazy or that he doesn’t feel you shaking with anxiety.

At 5 am, you hear Jimin’s alarm, the annoying godforsaken sound of ducks quacking except this time you’re wide awake and not groaning from being woken up as usual. You shut your eyes pretending to be asleep as Jimin slips out of your room quietly. When you hear the door click shut, you sprawl out across the bed hoping that now that you were so goddamn tired, that your body would finally cooperate and at least let you get 2 hours of sleep.

You spend the rest of your week the same, struggling to fall asleep at night but then catching a few hours in between as you nap in the library waiting for your next class. You were exhausted, tired and frustrated. The material in class starts getting harder with each day and you feel yourself slip behind, your anxiety undoing the hard work you had put in early in the semester.

It’s a Friday night, well was, now that it’s 2 am but you’re still sat at your desk trying to complete your work. You guessed since you won’t be sleeping, you should at least do something productive instead. You’re almost done with the worksheet though and you smile to yourself when you see that you only had 2 questions left. Halfway through solving the final question, you hear your door being slammed open and you whip you head around to see a drunk Jimin stumbling in.

“Nerd!” He exclaims. “You’re still awake,” He smiles and you can see the way his cheeks are tinted rose red. Cute. You turn back to your worksheet when you see him try to stand up straight, fixing his shirt and hair.

“If you’re wondering why I’m here,” He slurs. “It’s because I don’t think I can make it up the stairs.”

You only hum, letting him know you’ve acknowledged his presence.

He ambles towards you drunkenly and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Nerd, it’s Friday night… wait, Saturday morning now and you’re still studying?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“You’re too cute you know that?” He smiles before pecking you on the cheek and you almost feel your pencil slip out of your grip, completely taken aback by what just happened.

You turn your head to the side to stare at him, confused. He only giggles, placing his hands on your cheeks to bring your head towards his lips and he’s pecking you once again but this time on your forehead.

“Jimin…” You say in a confused tone.

He laughs once again, squeezing you in a light hug before skipping to your bed.

He lies down on his side on your bed and props his head up by resting on his elbow. “You need to rest, nerd. You’ve been studying too much,” He sighs. “I can tell by your eyebags that you’ve been staying up way too much,” He hiccups.

You decide to tune him out, focusing only on your worksheet.

“Nerd!” He shouts.

“What do you want now?” You growl.

“Come, sleep,” He pouts, patting the spot next to him on the bed. You wave at him dismissively, mumbling under your breath. “Come hereee,” He whines, flailing around on your bed like a 5-year old throwing a temper tantrum.

“I will, I will, you sleep first alright?” You grunt, completely annoyed with him now. He lets out another whine in protest before he shuffles around in your bed to get under the covers.

You spend a few more minutes on the same question you’ve been stuck on since Jimin entered the room and with a huff you set down your pencil and turned off the lamp above your desk. With a sigh, you turn around to see Jimin already asleep, all curled up against your pillow and you smile at the way he periodically scrunched his nose in his sleep. You move across the room to shut off the lights and you climb into bed, exhaling deeply the moment your head hits the pillow.

As usual, Jimin’s arms finds its way to curl around your waist and he pulls himself closer towards you. He mumbles incoherently and places a soft kiss on your temple as he snuggles up next to you, wrapping his leg around your body. You can’t help but laugh at the way Jimin had entangled himself around you. He sure was interesting when he was drunk. You lie there in silence, battling again with your thoughts, another sleepless night that has become a norm now but you had to admit having Jimin here with you did seem to calm you down, even if it was just a little.

When you wake up later, you find that Jimin is already gone and you smile because it meant that you had at least gotten some amount of sleep that night. You get up from bed, feeling slightly better rested than usual and gave yourself a pep talk. All you had to do was get through this week of midterms and maybe your brain would finally let you get some regular sleep until the next wave of midterms.

Two and a half months into the semester and you’re already counting down the days till the end of the semester. With your second wave of midterms done, Solji doesn’t even have to beg you to come along for the party, you agree straightaway this time. Still struggling to get regular sleep, you hoped that the copious amounts of alcohol you were going to consume tonight would help put you to sleep.

You arrive at the house and drag Solji along straight to the drinks table. You line up 10 shots, 5 for her and 5 for you. She stares at you, completely bewildered as the old you begins to resurface. You throw back the shots consecutively and you don’t see how Solji only takes two and hides the other 3 behind a few bottles. You don’t feel a buzz so you pour yourself a pretty strong drink for good measure which Hoseok makes you down when you meet him in the hallway. After another cup or two, you lose count of the amount of drinks you have had and the rest of the night starts to become a blur.

Your head is spinning and your hearing is all fuzzy but you’re happy and that’s all that mattered to you. You deserve this, you tell yourself. If you didn’t give yourself time to relax once in a while, you’d probably go crazy, you think. After all, the tiny amount of sleep you were getting was already beginning to drive you mad.

You make your way to the dancefloor to see Taehyung already there and he too looks like he had a little too much to drink. It starts out innocent as a funny dance battle but before you know it, you’re grinding down on him and his hands holds you steadily against him as he leaves open mouth kisses on your neck before he starts nipping harshly at your skin. It doesn’t take long before you turn around to encase his lips with yours greedily, not caring that everyone was watching. It was so much harder to concentrate on hiding your feelings when the alcohol keeps telling you to do everything you’re not supposed to. Solji looks on together with Hoseok, laughing at how you said that you’ve “changed” but there you were going back to your old ways. A tiger never changes his stripes, they laugh.

From the far corner of the room, Jimin watches everything silently in frustration, fists clenched and his jaw tight as he gritted his teeth. He downs his drink in a second, the alcohol tasting especially bitter tonight and he knew why but he didn’t want to admit it. When he sees you press your lips against Taehyung’s, he grunts in disapproval and leaves the room in search for a girl that would help him suppress this feeling he felt bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

It must’ve been only quarter past 12 and Solji was already balancing two very drunk girls in her arms. Apparently, you had challenged another one of your close girl friends to a drinking competition sometime throughout the night and here Solji was, picking up the pieces of the aftermath.

“Fuck, Jimin, there you are,” Solji exhales in relief. “Take her,” She says shrugging you off and Jimin jumps forward, catching you before you crumple to the ground. She hands Jimin your belongings and he takes them stuffing them in his pocket.

“Jesus, how much did she have to drink?”

“I don’t even want to know,” She sighs. You twist around in Jimin’s hold mumbling incoherently before resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Make sure she gets home safe yeah? Don’t worry she’s an easy drunk, a lot like you when you’re drunk actually.”

“Wait, why should I?” He asks. “Ask Tae to do it,” He scoffs, tone laced with jealousy.

“I don’t know wher—“ Solji is interrupted by a retching sound as the girl slung across her shoulder gags. “Oh fuck, no, not in the hallway!” She exclaims. She drags her friend along quickly to the bathroom but takes the time to turn around to shout at Jimin. “Make sure she doesn’t drink anymore and get her home okay?”

Jimin sighs heavily as he tugs you upwards, placing one of your hands across his shoulder.

“Nerd, you really need to know your limits,” He huffs.

You perk your head up and smile at him dizzily before pecking him on the cheek. Jimin stills, standing there frozen as he stares at you.

“Boop,” You say as you tap his nose lightly before laughing lightly. Christ, is this what he was like when he was drunk?

He half carries, half drags you to the bus stop and thankfully the bus arrives just as the two of you reach. You’ve visibly began to regain some control over yourself because at least now you weren’t laughing every 5 seconds. You still have trouble staying still though so Jimin lets you rest against him. He glances at his watch and laughs. This was probably the first time he had ever left a party this early, something only you could make him do.

You follow him silently like a lost child as he guides you to your room, trying your best to appear as sober as possible.

“Finally,” He breathes out as he closes the door to your room.

“I know I said you needed to let loose,” He scolds. “But not this much,” He continues as he takes off his shoes and you do the same.

You frown, not fully understanding what he’s saying at this point of time but you know you don’t quite like the tone of his voice.

“Don’t give me that face,” He sighs.

You step up closer towards him examining his features curiously.

It happens all too fast and Jimin is left stunned. First, you’re just staring at him and then he feels your lips against his plush ones. You’re probably too drunk to realize that he isn’t even responding and that he’s quite literally standing in front of you like a statue. A tender touch on his cheek jolts him and he finally retaliates, his lips moving against yours to match your passionate ones. He should stop or he shouldn’t, he can’t decide so he lets you take over. You walk him backwards towards your bed until he feels his knees buckle as it hits the edge of your mattress. His hand wraps around you softly, cushioning the impact and at this point lust has clouded his mind.

Jimin inhales sharply as he feels you nip harshly at his jaw, then at the junction where it meets his neck and all the way down until you reach his collarbone. Your tongue laves at the spots you had bitten down on and Jimin knows he was going to wake up with petals of dark blue and purple down the length of his neck but he doesn’t care, his mind is lost to lust as his hands roamed the curves of your beautiful body. Your hands work nimbly, unbuttoning his shirt in a swift fashion. He shuts his eyes as he feels you press hot open mouth kisses down his body. Your hand stops at his abdomen to marvel at what you’ve only had the pleasure of glancing at, until tonight.

You sit down comfortably between his thighs, straddling him as you fumble at the buckle of his belt. You take a little too long, alcohol still clearly impairing your ability to coordinate your movements.

Jimin’s eyes fly open when he hears the repeated sound of metal clinking against metal combined with your frustrated whines, finally understanding that he should stop you.

“Don’t,” He says, sitting up on his elbows. “I think we shouldn’t do this.”

You frown at him for a second before returning your attention to the belt buckle.

“Stop,” He laughs, sitting up fully to grab at your hands.

“Why?” You frown.

“You’re too drunk, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” He smiles and pats you on the head endearingly.

“When has that ever mattered to you?” You slur. “It’s because I’m not one of those hoity-toity girls isn’t it?”

“No, yes… no,” He sighs, fumbling at his words. “Anyway, I’m a man with morals so of course it matters to me. Also, who even says hoity-toity nowadays?”

“Me,” You state plainly as you pull your hands out from his hold to try and get him to lie down again.

Annoyed with you, he gingerly plucks you off from his hips and wraps his arms tightly around you before pulling you down with him.

“Let go of me,” You groan. “I can’t —unff move my arms,” You continue, flailing around in his hold.

“That’s the point, nerd,” He huffs. “You would’ve regretted it in the morning, trust me.”

“How can I regret something I probably won’t remember?”

“Don’t worry,” He says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “If I had my way with you, you would definitely remember.”

You struggle, pushing and kicking as you try to turn around so you can have leverage against him but he uses his leg to clamp you down in place, all the while laughing because you were absolutely adorable when you were drunk. You give up after a few more minutes only choosing to call him a few choice words before saying, “You’re gonna regret giving up this good piece of ass.”

“I’m sure I will,” He laughs.

A few minutes is all it takes before he hears your breathing slow down and he relaxes his hold on you when he confirms that you’ve fallen asleep. A slight grin tugs at his lips as he thinks about the way your lips felt on his. He shouldn’t be feeling this way about you, he didn’t want to but god, you just had this charm that pulled him in.

At least after tonight he knows for sure that you were attracted to him, making it easier for him. He couldn’t deny that you made his heart flutter sometimes… ok fine, a lot but he was going to complete the challenge that he had set up for himself.

Jimin was like a hurricane, a force to be reckoned with and he tore his way through things with determination, be it rowing or girls. In his wake, he would only leave destruction behind whether he wanted to or not and poor you were standing right in his path. Just like all the other girls he fooled around with, he was only going to leave you empty and broken-hearted even if that wasn’t his intention. Shame, you were really starting to grow on him.

Jimin wakes up first, smiling when he finds that you had somehow found yourself in your usual position, head pressed to his chest and palm resting lightly right next to your face. You looked completely at peace which was good because he knows how tense you had been for the past few weeks. 

He hadn’t mentioned it but he had woken up in the middle of the night a few times now to hear you whispering to yourself to calm down and go to sleep. He had tried to work it into his conversations with you but you always clammed up at the mention of the word ‘stress’ so he only worries about you from a distance, carefully watching to make sure you weren’t on the brink of a mental breakdown.

Jimin sighs, pushing you off slightly so that he could button his shirt before waking you up because he knows you would definitely freak out if you saw him half naked in your bed. 

“Hey nerd,” He says shaking you slightly. “Nerd,” He says a little louder and you groan bringing your hands up to your ears to muffle the sound.

“Stop shouting,” You mumble.

“I’m not,” He laughs. “Just thought you’d like to know it’s 1 pm.”

“It’s what?!” You exclaim, twisting around in his hold. You frantically climb over him and out of your bed. “Where’s my phone?” You ask and you stop moving for a while to hold your throbbing head in your hands.

“There,” He points to the window sill where he had left it last night. You click the home button and your eyes widen in horror as you confirm that it is indeed 1 in the freaking afternoon. You smile gleefully for a while because wow you actually slept for more than 3 hours in one go and then just as quickly your smile fades as you think about the lab report you need to get started on.

He watches as you zip around your room, collecting random pieces of papers to stuff into your bag. You’re all over the place, pulling your charger off the wall and then cramming random stationery into the front pocket of your bag and he laughs as he sees you so worried, eyebrows furrowed and all.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You mutter to yourself. “I have so much to get done, shit and I have this Chem lab report—“

“Calm down,” Jimin chortles, climbing out of bed to walk towards you. “Your lab report isn’t even due until a week and a half from now.”

How did he know that? Why does he even remember that?

“You always make mountains out of molehills you know that? Always stressing yourself out too much,” He smiles, ruffling your hair.

“Shut up, don’t lecture me,” You snap at him, meaning to sound angry but the smile at the end has Jimin smiling along with you.

You look up at him and spot his um very decorated neck. “Jesus, someone was busy last night,” You laugh running your finger across the spots of violet spanning down his neck. “Who gave you these?”

He glances at the mirror and his eyes widen at the sight. Looks like he was going to have to wear a scarf all week. He brings up his finger to touch at the multiple spots before he’s staring back at you, his face so close that the tip of his nose was almost touching yours. He moves swiftly to the side and you feel his hot breath against your ear.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He whispers seductively before pulling away to smirk at you, his eyes glowing with something, an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint. “Anyway, I’ve got to go so, I’ll see you around,” He says as he walks away to put on his shoes.

“By the way nerd, you might want to take a look in the mirror yourself,” He smiles before closing the door behind him.

A hot mess, you knew that’s what you looked like, you thought as you turn to look at the mirror. Your hair was probably all over the place and your make-up all smeared—  What the fuck. Your run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

A/N: Gonna be busy traveling & enjoying the last few days of my break so decided to crank this one out real quick. Hope it was what you guys were expecting! Also sorry, this is unedited af cos I’m a lazy bih. Will come back to read through. Thank you for reading guys and as always, feedback is welcome! (: