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jungxk · 4 years ago

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just one (viii)

summary: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

notes: first of all i wanna thank the people who supported me and encouraged me through one of the worst writers blocks of my life. all the messages and comments are the reason why i finally managed to post this. special thanks to @whippedforkook for helping me with the monstrous tagging process as well as giving me so much praise. and also @lonelyending for cheering me on for a literal YEAR bc thats how long i cried over this fic! this story is so special to me. we’re in the home stretch now x

warnings: mentions of illegal drug use and distribution, swearing, brief smut.

genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au

wordcount: 8k

tagging: @cutechim @benz-biarritz @gyukult @bangulin @eatersanonymous @alyssa1926 @skivv1es @a-sucker-for-them-sappy-shit @moonights @jeymuffins @juuneaux @catsukiii @andreaisaac @whatheydontunderstand @sreveles @noruls619 @henryharios @just-a-fuxked-up-kid @befriendswithj @btsbesharam @poemsandpunani @taelha @misosoup-forthesoul @jikooksmut @heart-eyedmf @the-piano-woman @angrysunshine @chaoticpaperfanhoagie @jsungshine @ci-yen @faby-montana @shinypeanutsportshero @jooniestrivia @alucards-s @cynamyngirl @jiminie-angel @myskoova @jkshoneybuns @smokintae @remmykinsff @majinbuwu @jangx2manboongx2 @potatodogs @seul-queen @alpharyth @blenxxxg @plsky @th-singularity @bapbaptothetop @hermiones-enchantment @stomachfilledwithbutterflies @euphorora @supachloe94 @jiminxjimout @ggukkieland @just-another-fic-recs-blog @jalexad

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

4 years ago

jimin hated yugyeom.

well, maybe hate was a strong word. he just didn't like talking to him, being around him, hearing his name or interacting with him on any level, social or otherwise. he really tried though, since he was one of jungkook's closest friends and still respectfully referred to him as hyung above all else. and if anything, jimin would always have a soft spot for jungkook, the kid he used to coddle when his own brother wasn't around. but having said that, there wasn't really much basis for not liking yugyeom. it was just a gut feeling jimin couldn't explain, a very subtle callousness about him only jimin could pick up on. for the most part he was just like very other mild mannered boy by day and party animal by night, but jimin still ducks when he sees him enter the library.

"fuck," he hisses under his breath, scooping up his laptop to stride behind a book shelf for good measure. because sometimes, contrary to popular belief, jimin wanted to be alone. he didn't want to make small talk or listen to someone tell him about how well they scored on their last paper or complain about their annoying girlfriend. sometimes jimin wanted to have no thoughts and listen to fleetwood mac as per his human rights. which is why he shoves into the first private study room he sees.

and not an empty one at that. there's a girl inside, sitting cross-legged in her chair at a desk with an array of dried up paint tubes and brushes surrounding open sketchbooks. you don't look annoyed or even that phased, just amused as you give him a once over before going back to painting. "on the run from solji?"

jimin blinks, back still pressed against the door. "huh?" he regards you properly. "i'm sorry, have we met before?"

"not really," you admit with a sheepish smile, which is when jimin suddenly realises that you're...attractive. "solji is in my stats class. you hooked up with her last week at some party and she told me about it."

"oh," jimin takes in your plethora of art supplies. "you don't look like a stem student."

there's a glimmer of something in your eyes, and though you hide it well jimin knows he's struck a nerve. "yeah, i get that a lot."

"it's not solji by the way," jimin clarifies. for some reason. "that i'm hiding from. just a bellend i don't have the energy for right now."

you smile. "it's fine. you don't owe me your life story."

"i do when i'm about to impose on your...study time," jimin peers through the window in the door, wincing when yugyeom enters the hallway. "what would it take for you to let me stay in here for a while?"

you pause for a second. "honestly? just be quiet and leave me alone. is that okay?"

jimin perks up, a weight leaving his chest. "perfect, actually."

[jungkook 11:42pm]: why does it say wings on it

[jungkook 11:42pm] where is it flying

[you: 11:43pm] ffs kook

[you: 11:44pm] im still on the toilet can u just hurry up

[you 11:44pm] grab some tampons too pls

[jungkook 11:46pm] fine what size pussy do u wear

[you 11:46pm] i hate u

[jungkook 11:53pm] ???? ? ? well? ????

[you 11:54pm] REGULAR

jungkook giggles at his phone, already having left the women's sanitary aisle to grab some chocolate. months later and teasing you was still bundles of fun. he knew for a fact that you were sat there with that angry pout on your face, nose crinkled. he had never bought anything like this before, but jungkook had enough brain cells to know that chocolate was another necessity for that time of the month. after grabbing a large hazelnut bar, he pauses beside the oreos before grabbing a packet of those too. just for good measure. he strides to the self checkout - because even he wasn't man enough for the cashier yet - nearly dropping his array of sanitary products and confectionary when somebody calls out his name from behind the queue.

"kook!" the voice is unmistakably yugyeom's, confirmed by the hand that clamps jungkook over the shoulder and swivels him round before he could think about hiding his socially compromising shopping items. it takes a second for yugyeom to notice, doing a double take at the pads atop his small tower of goods. he holds back a laugh, balancing a bottle of gin in one hand while he waves back at some friends to continue. they were clearly making their pit stop before a night out, probably pre's if they still start as late as jungkook remembers. with his hair styled and expensive cologne lingering, jungkook almost forgets he probably looks unrecognisable in his sweats and cotton-fresh hoodie. friday nights weren't for cuddling. still, yugyeom's smile is welcoming and familiar. "got the munchies? and maybe also a uterus?"

"shut up," jungkook grumbles, averting his eyes. he shifts to his other foot uncomfortably. "my friend just needed a favour, that's all."

"uh huh," yugyeom gives him a teasing look. "is this friend the reason why i barely saw you at jin's the other week?"

jungkook blinks back at him. "wait, you were at that party? i had no idea!" a boyish smile breaks over his face. "why didn't you call me? i haven't seen you since-"

"minseok-hyung's new years eve party," yugyeom throws his head back with a laugh. "remember how we ended up on a boat after the ball dropped and-"

"spent all of new years day detained by the coast guard!" jungkook finishes with a mischievous cackle of his own, nearly dropping the tampons in the process. "fuck, that was so much fun! we need to meet up again, i haven't been out with the guys in so long."

"well no wonder," he quips a brow at jungkook's shopping again. "word got out you're a family man but i didn't believe it. until now, that is."

jungkook's smile falls. "what do you mean?"

yugyeom looks at him for a second, confused by jungkook's surprise. yugyeom was never quite as diplomatic as namjoon or yoongi, to put it lightly. and definitely nowhere near as accomodating as jimin. which is why his next words make jungkook's back stiffen. "bro, look at yourself. you got dairy milk in one hand and tampax in the other. on a friday night. the next time i see you i wouldn't be shocked if you had a baby buggy and a mortgage." still, yugyeom throws him an apologetic look. like a mouse caught in a trap. "face it, kook. you're old news."

"what? that's not true," his brows furrow unhappily. "i don't know what you're talking about. it's not like she's my..."

he can't say the word, but it hangs between them like a dead weight.

"yeah, right," the condescending look on yugyeom's face was starting to agitate him. "you totally blanked us at jin's after she showed up. not even just jin's..." he thinks twice about holding his tongue, but as always, decides against it. "i don't know you, jungkook. whoever this new jungkook is. it's been months. you used to hit us up and be independent and spontaneous and wild and now you're just...someone's boyfriend.

"stop fucking saying that," jungkook snaps, all visible signs of friendliness gone.

"why?" a beat. "do you even use a wrap with her anymore?"

jungkook splutters, heat rushing to his ears and hands in a stinging combination of anger and embarrassment. "how is that any of your business? the fuck are you asking me something like that, as if you-"

"thought so," yugyeom looks away from him with a sigh. if anything, yugyeom knew never to overstay his welcome but that clearly backfired tonight. "whatever, jungkook," he looks over his shoulder at him. "guess you're the last one to find out you're officially married."

"you're ridiculous," jungkook scoffs. "all this over condoms? grow up, yugyeom."

"only couples do it raw," yugyeom turns away from him, alcohol in tow as he waves a hand over his shoulder to join his friends like jungkook was nothing but a lost cause. "you would remember that if you still had game."

jungkook stands there, dumbfounded while the group of boys exit the store noisily but he can't hear a thing. the siren that had been itching the back of his mind all this time was suddenly there at full force, right between his eyes. the glaring truth that yugyeom might be right makes his knees buckle. all those rules jungkook once had, all those measures he kept in place to protect his liberty, to prevent this very occurence - where were they? what happened to them? as the sweet and accommodating counterpart to jimin, why had you never complied? though, the blame wasn't on your hands alone. he got complacent, comfortable. lenient. and now without even realising he was here, a scene from a romcom in the middle of the night, with nothing to say for himself but fuck. the realisations wouldn't stop racing, one after another on the conveyer belt of his anxiety.

the photos on his phone; mostly you. time spent, usually with you. the portfolio for his latest photography module also had some resemblance to your interests. charcoal pencils, night drives, orchids. like the ones you always drew on any scrap of paper lying around. now that he thinks about it, he's seen nothing but your orchids for months. and not just that - you wore his clothes sometimes too. his bathroom had your toothbrush, contraceptive pills and coconut shampoo. his closest friends, his hyungs...not one of them was devoid of affection for you. he wasn't even confident that if the choice was presented, they would still pick him over you.

by the time jungkook finishes paying and practically sprints to his truck in a daze, he can hardly keep himself from shaking. he palms the wheel compulsively, he could feel the sweat in his sideburns, hoodie suddenly suffocating him. it smelled of you.

and then, like a final curtain call: was he just your latest fixer-upper project? some good girl wet dream to play out in the wake of your emotionally traumatic past? a slap in the face to seokjin, maybe, and nothing more? when you were done, when he was out of your system, when you knew his taste by heart and had nothing new left to try - would you stay? did you even know how to?

did he?

jungkook starts the engine. he drives to your door, drops your bag of snacks and pads on the porch, and texts you before leaving. he does not go inside.

"you sure you'll be okay with just the boys?"

you scoff at seulgi when she pins you with a worrying look, taking some of her clothes out of her bag to re-fold them just so you had something to do with your hands. jisoo had already left for the long weekend with her family, so there was no one there to fill up the empty space between your awakward reply. you didn't know how to tell the girls that jungkook hadn't contacted you in nearly a month. and even though he was a notable flight risk from the beginning, you couldn't help but feel like there was hostility there. every now and again he'd at least send a nude or have a quick phone call when he was drunk or high at three in the morning, but you hadn't heard a peep from him. you couldn't stand the idea of someone you cared about harbouring comtempt for you, but the fear of reaching out and somehow making the situation worse outweighed it tenfold.

you look up to see seulgi still staring at you with concern. "of course i'll be fine! they're boys, not piranhas."

"at least piranhas contribute our ecosystem. boys just cause problems for the hell of it," seulgi lays a hand on the crown of your head like a berating big sister, swivelling you to look at her in your fit of giggles. the urge to nestle you under blankets like a baby bird made her chest heave, and you could tell. "i'm serious. if jimin tries anything, call me immediately okay?"

"jimin?" you snort. "out of a room full of delinquents, my ex, and taehyung, you're worried about jimin of all people?"

seulgi wrinkles her nose. "god, when you say it like that its like i'm throwing you to the dogs." she pauses. "something's up with jimin. i don't know what it is, but he's...off."

you tilt your head innocently, remembering the brief interaction you had with hobi at seokjin's party. you had been so caught up in jungkook - or lack thereof - you hadn't thought to press him about it afterwards. in truth, jimin remained as...jimin as ever. if he was acting differently you certainly couldn't tell. "you think so?"

"mmm," she leans on the lip of the open suitcase thoughtfully. "but maybe with jungkook there, he'll behave himself."

you gulp, fiddling with his watch on your wrist anxiously. "maybe."

you nearly yelp when you feel a big hand swivel around your waist, bucking into the kitchen counter reflexively. jungkook always did this before rubbing his boner against your ass, but the light scent of citrus and short squeeze lets you know immediately that its taehyung. hoseok, jimin, namjoon and yoongi were still in the living room playing video games, giving taehyung the perfect opening to intercept you. namjoon and yoongi had insisted that you come over to their place after finding out you'd be alone for the weekend, and you had completely refused before taehyung's coaxing. and of course, jimin's persuasive nudging. even though you felt safe and relaxed here, it felt wrong to be in jungkook's friends' place without him. almost like a breaching of an unspoken boundary.

and clearly, taehyung picked up on your discomfort by the way he stared at you so softly. his back was to the sink, his sillhouette particularly long and lean this evening. "you need to lighten up, princess. you keep looking over your shoulder so much it's making me nervous!"

your visibly droop with a sigh. "i'm sorry tae. i've had a lot on my mind lately, and..."

he claps his hands on your shoulders, teeth peeking through his grin. "you're not doing anything illegal by being here without jungkook."

you wince at his name. "have you always been able to read my mind like this?"

"absolutely," taehyung's brown eyes look so rich up close. "you're allowed to have friends that are also his friends, because - and try to stick with me on this - relationships between people are allowed to be independant from the primary circles they met in. mind boggling concept, i know."

you wack him on the chest until he laughs. "stop making fun of my anxious thought processes! its called mental illness, sherlock! i can't help it!"

his nose scrunches cutely, enjoying your first fiery outburst of the day. "whatever. i call it not getting laid for a month and losing critical thinking abilities from it."

you gape at him indignantly while taehyung roars with laughter. "you're such a dickhead," you hiss through gritted teeth, yanking his hair and jabbing your fingers in his sides the way you would with jimin during a tickle fight. "whores have feelings too, taehyung! whores have feelings too!"

you both fall about with laughter, knocking over half the snacks on the counter in the process which only makes the pair of you laugh even more. it's such childish chaos trying to clean up the mess on the tiny kitchen floor that neither of you notice the front door open, or the gust of metaphorical and literal wind that follows. watching taehyung trying to salvage a bag of broken crisps is just so funny that the presence of an another voice in the living room goes unregistered, as do the footsteps leading up the hallway to the kitchen, so you have no time to brace yourself or properly pull yourself together with you see-

"...jungkook."

yours and taehyung's heads snap to the doorway. jungkook stands there with almost complete lack of emotion on his face to the pair of you kneeling in crumbs and napkins. there's a brief pause where the tension in your eye contact alone was so strong that it felt wrong to breathe. but it is shortlived. jungkook tiptoes over you like spilled milk, reaching for a glass of water. you and taehyung lock eyes while the tap runs in the awkward silence. "hey. you okay?"

"um," you're not sure whether to stand up, hug him, look at him, or even face him. "yeah! yeah, i'm fine."

he nods politely. "hyung?"

even taehyung looks visibly uncomfortable. "i'm good."

"cool. see you later," he says, downing the glass impressively fast before leaving the room just as fast as he entered it.

you and taehyung stare at each other again, not understanding why you both feel like kids caught eating cake before dinner. you could feel the sweat pricking at your back from the realisation. jungkook had no idea you'd be here, and given that interaction he'd probably want to leave now. there was always the inkling woven between his radio silence that he was done with you, but you never let yourself take it seriously out of logic. because how could months of passion and tenderness and honesty be undone so irrevocably like that? it didn't make sense. you hadn't changed. you were the same girl he hit on relentlessly and chased against all odds. so what was different now?

"____," taehyung calls your name gently, and it's only then you realise you're already up and trailing after jungkook into the living room. when you walk in he's already putting his shoes on to leave again, barely making eye contact with you while he chats absently to his hyungs so he can look busy. the four boys on the large sofa can only reply wearily, eyes darting between the pair of you like a firework was about to blow to soon. and it was.

you could feel it in your throat, under your breast bone, bubbling up your stomach. "wait, jungkook. um...h-how have you been? i haven't heard from you in-"

"i've been good," he keeps tying and re-tying his laces without looking up. "super busy. you know how it is."

his curtness makes you flinch. this same time last month jungkook used to kiss you senseless before he had both feet in the door. he'd ring the doorbell incessantly like a child and greet you with the biggest, toothiest grin you had ever seen. he'd make fun of your bed head and squeeze your cheeks until you'd snap at him. and now when he looked at you he hated every second of it. your mother had the same look. your eyes start to burn involuntarily. "yeah, i do. how is uni? your final project is due soon, right? what theme did you pick in the end?"

"the one i told you about," he stands up abruptly. "sorry, noona. something came up. i'll see you arou-"

"something came up?" you step closer to him. "something came up the second you saw my face? or did you really just trek all the way to your hyungs' place for a glass of water, jungkook?"

jungkook stiffens, but is determined not to lose face. and it's difficult to do under your big, accusatory eyes and jimin's death stare at his back. the whole room was waiting for his response, so he just shoves his hands in his pockets resolutely. "i needed to see yoongi hyung, but i can come another time."

you fold your arms. "well it's clearly important, and you're here now. so don't let me stop you."

"but you will stop me," jungkook snaps. "that's the problem."

"kook-ah," yoongi warns quietly, but he took one look at your face and knew the damage was done. jimin was already standing up, circling around the back of the sofa towards you. the red lights were all there; your watery eyes, your trembling hands. every breath you took looked difficult for you to complete and only jimin noticed.

"what are you talking about?" you squint. it takes you a second to understand; yoongi's guilty expression, jungkook's indifference. "oh, you're fucking kidding me." your resolve breaks for a second turning away only to glare back at jungkook with so much fire you can hardly stand it. "you're selling again? are you insane, jungkook?"

"see," jungkook's eyes are stony. "i knew you'd get this way."

"what other way am i supposed to get?" his lack of response only infuriates you more. it felt disrespectful. "jungkook, you're not a kid anymore. if you get caught with drugs the consequences are serious! forget the potential jail time, you could get kicked out of university, it would go on your record forever and-"

"stop talking to me like i'm a kid!"

"then stop acting like one!" you hate raising your voice, but it keeps climbing without your approval. "did you think about this for even five minutes? this isn't like just going to juvie like before and being done with it jungkook. your hyungs can't bail you out of everything."

"this is a lot of talk for someone who lapped up those fancy paints without a second thought," jungkook says darkly. his eyes aren't like you remember, his face solemn and near unrecognisable. "or did you think that getting that kind of money overnight is only something that's possible through daddy's credit card?"

dread blooms like a garden inside you. "that's...that's how you bought the paint set?"

"welcome to the real world," he quips. "as if selling overpriced weed to a bunch of pick-me-freshmans is considered a crime against humanity to anyone but you."

"you think that's why i'm yelling at you right now?" your voice was growing hoarse, desperate. "you think that's the problem i have with you being literal drug dealer, jungkook?"

he hates it. the sweltering silence, the judgmental eyes digging into his back, the slow realisation that the tears in your eyes were not at him but for him. jungkook's ears ring enough to make him sway on the spot if his feet weren't planted so firmly on the dingy carpet, this metaphorical ground. he couldn't shake the feeling that his lifestyle was only an issue now because of you, how he never felt a shred of guilt about any of this shit until he met you. and if there was anything that jungkook never responded well to, it was pity. and he could feel it from every person in the room, all people that that once cherished and coddled him until you came along. he swallows, throat dry from the way he couldn't look at you knowing what he was going to say next.

"you're embarrassing yourself, noona. you're not my girlfriend and you never were, so stop acting like it."

cotton. it's very faint, under the layers of conflicting cologne and beer and smoke, but jungkook still smelled of cotton while he spat acid. nobody could speak, even though jungkook never raised his voice let alone a hand to you, it still hit like a slap in the face. it sunk into the walls, your clothes, suddenly every hair on your body felt heavy with it. dirty. the shame came first, the humiliation next. and then the sorrow, the dread, and finally the defeat. you knew the stages well by now, and they were cycling through you like clockwork. how foolish you were, to make the same mistake again. nobody dared to move, everyone but jungkook staring at you in denial and horror. they couldn't believe their eyes when you nod steadily, bowing your head to the floor.

jimin is already slotting himself between you, his jaw tight. "that's enough, kook. just leave already."

"no," you stop him, unnervingly resigned. that single word cuts through all six men with ease. "he's right." you step around jimin, closing the space between you and jungkook. for a brief moment he wonders if you'll actually hit him, but somehow watching you unclasp his watch from your wrist and drop it on the coffee table in front of him is far worse. the sound seems to ring like church bells, definitive and umistakable. "you're right, i'm not your girlfriend. you win jungkook."

they all watch you leave in dismay, listen to the door closing softly behind you. within a second jimin sprints after you, calling your name, leaving everyone else dumbfounded. jungkook's stare could bore a hole into the abandoned watch on the table, still ticking away like nothing changed. like his eyes weren't burning, lightheaded at the realisation that he would never wear a watch again let alone the one he put on you.

to an outsider, you looked like you were coping well considering you just got dumped in front of all your friends. but jimin knew that face. your stony eyes, lips pulled thin as if to seal inside the collapse of a monument. you took the tea he offered, and then his arms, your face finding his chest with ease. muscle memory. his torso was a tad shorter than jungkook's, his heart closer to your mouth as if the steady thumps were asking for a kiss of acknowledgement. every time you close your eyes you could see jungkooks face, hard and unforgiving and nothing like the man you trusted all this time. but it wasn't a new expression; you parents looked at you similarly the last time you saw them. it was the look of someone who had no regrets cutting all ties. and now, jungkook was behind them in a lost list of people who chose to be strangers over loving you.

jimin sighs when you cry into his chest, brushing the back of your head gently. he had been ready for this for months, but he still hated to see you this way. again. it made his bones itch, his skin crawl uncomfortably every time you weeped. the only time he considered violence was when you were crying. but he knew what to do, laying down across the sofa so you could curl up into a ball next him, head on his bicep and face smushed into the crook of his shoulder. you used to cry like this for hours and hours, his arm familiar with the prickle of pins and needles. but it was the only place you felt safe. tucked into jimin's side is where you would always belong, and that truth was more glaringly obvious than ever now.

"lets get something to eat," he offers eventually, hand craddling the crown of your head like a child. jimin's other hand on your hip is warm and heavy when he pats you soothingly. in your episodes, you responded well to touch. "what about thai food?"

"not hungry," you grumble against him.

"we could make something together?" he peers down at your lack of response. "come on, babe. you gotta eat something. you didn't even have breakfast-"

"why am i so stupid?" you whisper, a fresh bout of tears welling up.

jimin rubs your thigh. "it's not your fault."

"yes it is. jungkook gave me plenty of red flags, and i ignored all of them-"

"oh, i meant you being stupid."

you scoff. "cheers."

"what?" jimin cocks a brow when you lift your head to look up at him. he wets his lips and you follow the swipe of his tongue thoughtlessly, distracted enough by his touch and proximity that you take a second to digest his words. "it's not like any of this exactly came as a surprise. you ignored me, remember? wanted to flex your big girl pants."

you pull away from him and sit up, forcibly shutting out the daze that jimin routinely puts you under. "what's wrong with you? can't you be polite and wait for a couple hours before laying into me like a normal person? jesus, jimin."

"so let me get this straight," jimin sits up, watching your back as you sit away from him. "you're mad because i'm not telling you what you want to hear?"

"no," you say, head shaking. "i'm not mad. i'm upset because i came here to be comforted by my friend and you're just making me feel worse."

"what do you want me to say, ____? that i had high hopes from the start?" jimin pushes his hair back, brows now at a sharp incline from frustration. "i told you starting something with jungkook was trouble but you didn't listen. why should i feed your victim complex when all i've done is try to help you?"

"victim complex?" you repeat, standing up slowly. the sudden steadiness of your voice causes jimin to panic.

"not like that. don't take it like that, it's just," he's suddenly before you, his warm hands palming up your arms warmly. "i didn't wanna see you get like this and it happened anyway, is all i'm saying." he sighs when your scowl doesn't let up. "if hobi hyung hadn't have given up so easy, then maybe…maybe this would never have happened. maybe if i had been harsher with him then you would have-"

"what are you talking about?" you ask quietly, searching jimin's face. "give up so easy? what's that supposed to mean?"

he looks away, hands slipping off you. "it's nothing."

"jimin."

he struggles to look at you, tongue in cheek. his lips purse for a moment, pink like roses. he's wearing that navy jumper you like. "look, it's not a big deal. he wasn't supposed to fuck you or anything, just take you out for a while. get your mind off kookie, show you a nice time."

your blood runs cold. "what?"

jimin's expression softens. "it's not as bad as it sounds-"

"really?" your voice is sharp, sharper than he's ever heard it. you recoil as if you had been struck for the second time today. "because it sounds like you asked some guy to keep me occupied like i'm a fucking dog. all because you can't stand the idea of me being within a meter of jungkook-"

he steps in, but you step back. "you know that's not true, _."

"don't i?" you scoff, covering your face in disbelief. "jimin, you've been hellbent against me even looking at the guy since day fucking one."

"because i didn't want you to get hurt!" jimin counters, eyes downcast. "i know, okay? i know how much of a dick it makes me sound, but its not like it hurt you when you had no idea! hoseok broke it off before you even knew about it so why-"

"because it's worse," you turn away from him. "you tried to control me. choose what's best for me because you think you know better than i do. sound familiar?"

his jaw sets, and it's like you can hear the twine snap in his head, the percussion of his heartbeat above yours even though he doesn't close the space between you. jimin stares at you for a long minute before drawing in a thin breath. "fine," he steps in, and you can't look away. "you want me to say it? fine. i'll say it."

suddenly the air is lace thin around you as you stare at him, waiting. jimin looks off somewhere else, somewhere you can't reach. "don't tell me you haven't thought about it, because i know you have. if i have you must have too. and lately its all i can think about - being with you, holding you, being the one who gets to touch you. and yeah, maybe it took having to see you with jungkook for me to realise how much i want all that, i put my hands up. but you have no idea what's it like to watch the person you love most get toyed around with by a time bomb like that. i've seen jungkook go through girls like underwear and i love him, god i love him, but even the idea of you being one of those wasted girls sitting outside a party crying over his sorry ass makes my fucking ears ring."

"j-jimin…" you whisper, but you have nothing to say. your hands shake.

"you deserve more than that, ____. you deserve more than waiting around for booty calls or living up to what the next guy wants. from jungkook, hoseok, anyone. you deserve someone's devotion and yeah, maybe all this time i've been too much of a pussy to give it. maybe all this time i was tiptoeing around my feelings for you because i knew if i admitted to myself that i loved you - if i admitted i was just like every other guy - i'd actually set the bar for something other than disappointment. id actually have to step up, and i didn't know if i could do it. i still don't. but if it has to be someone…it should be me."

suddenly he's holding your hands, calming the tremble that rattles them. his words bunch up together in your ears, the meaning lost amidst your awe. "jimin….jimin what are you saying? where is all this coming from, i don't...i don't understand wh-"

"i'm saying," he cups your face. "choose me." he pulls you in. so, so close. "choose me, not jungkook. not anyone else. me."

and there's a part of you that has already caved. that's already kissing him, melting into his arms like you've wanted to for so, so long. you're falling back onto the couch with him in a fit of giggles, curling back into his chest to hide your watery eyes, asking him why the fuck he took so long. you chat together between teasing kisses, pour your hearts out, maybe cry a little. later you would make tea and order pad thai and watch the office all night and fall asleep together in the living room well past dawn and then-

you close your eyes. "i can't."

"you can," jimin says, so passionately you shudder. his brown eyes are teaming with too much determination and ardour for his own good, and you both know it. its difficult to grapple with how huge a risk he's taking, because jimin never takes risks. it made the whole situation seem dire. "you know you can, ____. it's us. there's no one like us."

you don't know how you're not crying yet. you only have jimin to hold onto, hands balled in his shirt without knowing if you're about to push him away or pull him in forever. "maybe back then. maybe if you'd have said all this before," you feel empty, the beat of your pulse suddenly strong in your fingertips. "but it doesn't matter anymore."

he shakes his head in denial, his determination palpable. "of course it does-"

"i'm in love with him," you say. to jimin. to yourself. to the world, finally. "i'm in love with jungkook." holding jimin's stare isn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. "you know if you'd have done all this a few months ago…if you'd have just...i was always yours without question, jimin. and you knew it." it's his turn to bristle under the strain of your voice. "jungkook isn't perfect. i'll be the first one to admit that. he's made me cry, he fucks up, he makes mistakes. but he's never lied to me. he never made decisions for me. he never passed judgement on what i should or shouldn't do with my life. something that i never thought i wouldn't able to say about you, too."

there's a brief moment where everything stops. neither of you can believe what you just said. jimin watches you, frozen in his place as you take your bag, eyes glittering with tears when he calls for you. suddenly he's the time bomb he feared becoming, the panic in his eyes lighting them up like fire crackers. for the first time in his life, he stumbles over his words, and then his feet when you reach for the door, all composure lost. he was unravelling like a tapestry in front of you, never to be repaired, and he could feel it. "____. ____, please," jimin chokes, his cheeks blotchy. "i wanted to protect you, i was just trying to help. don't go. please don't go. i was trying to help you."

"no. you were trying to have me." you say, closing the door behind you.

you have no idea what time it is when you hear the bell ring incessantly.

it had been hours since you'd returned home from jimin's, but there was no way for you to keep track when your only priority was just keeping yourself afloat. you turned your phone off, drew the curtains, and resolved to alternate between sitting in seulgi and jisoo's rooms until they came back. you didn't know what else to do. when you weren't crying you were hyperventilating, and when that stopped the absence of emotion was so powerful you could barely keep your eyes open. you were exhausted but could not sleep. starving but could not eat. it was a miracle you even made it down the stairs, using what little strength you had to yank it open without even thinking about who could be on the other side in the middle of the fucking night. but at this point, you would gladly take a serial killer over jimin or jungkook.

"taehyung," you breathe when you take in his face, relieved. you must look like absolute shit because he scans your face and winces.

"jimin told me," he says, the apology in his voice and expression was almost painful to register. "he told me everything. ____, i'm so sorry. i should have told you about the hoseok thing, i just thought it would be worse coming from me, and then i tried to force jimin into confessing but then he didn't because he's jimin, and now-"

"you're only allowed to come inside if you stop apologising," you say weakly, voice haggered from the hours of crying.

taehyung's pouty expression almost makes you smile with how cute he looks, gingerly stepping over the threshhold. "i really am sorry though."

"for what," you say monotonously, closing the door behind him while he takes off his shoes. "my inexplicably terrible taste in men? my uncanny ability to get manipulated by literally anyone who shows me a scrap of affection? or my absolutey shredded-to-shit attachment style thats barely intact let alone functioning healthily? after hoppping between the first two for a few hours i'd personally go for the latter. but whatever."

"please shut up," taehyung sighs, bringing you into his arms before you could have a second thought about it. "you need to amp up the misandry in this context. a lot of this had nothing to do with you and everything to do jimin and jungkook."

you're too tired to open your eyes, snuggling into the softness of taehyung's chest. you’re too exhausted to argue. "where did you learn the word misandry? have you been reading?"

"yeah," you can hear his big, pleased grin. "i know you and the girls have been calling me a himbo behind my back."

"affectionately," you add, peering up at him. he wipes the wetness off your cheeks, moving upstairs to your room with your hand in his. he fetches you a glass of water before putting you into bed like he's paid to do it. taehyung was the cuddliest person you had ever met, but you had rarely seen him dote on anyone. "girls love himbos. it's a compliment."

"not all girls," he mutters when he returns from the bathroom with a glass of water. "drink this, would you? you look so dry it's making me itchy."

you do as he says with a roll of your eyes. "what do you mean?" you finish your water with a big gulp. "jisoo loves dumb guys, what are you talking about?"

taehyung looks away from you, bottom lip rolling up under his teeth so fast you barely catch it. he pulls up your desk chair next to your bed, thinking long and hard before meeting your eyes again. "i don't mean jisoo."

you don't understand at first, but after staring at his face for a long minute your stomach drops. "don't. don't you fucking dare," another beat of silence. you rip the covers off you to scamble to your knees, grab your pillow and hurl it at taehyung's head. "taehyung, please don't tell me that the one remaining, healthy relationship i have with a man has also been shot to shit because i swear to god i'm gonna-"

"it's not a big deal," he says firmly, and he really does mean it. taehyung catches your wrists when you lunge at him, effectively ending your outburst before it can begin. he keeps hold of them while he stares into your eyes, watching the way they fill up with a fresh bout of tears. "i've had a crush on you for a while, so what? it's not anyone's business but mine so don't worry about it."

you try not to scream at him. "how long?"

"...since the start." he shrugs. "it's not like i could have done anything anyway. with jimin around. he’d never have it."

"but...! but..." you splutter, the highlight reel of your friendship suddenly marred before your eyes. "but you let me talk to you about boys! you gave me advice with hobi and jimin and jungkook and...! you encouraged jimin to confess to me. and the whole thing with jisoo?"

he wets his lips guiltily. "jisoo is a nice girl. i like her, but...not like you. i've always liked you."

you shake your head in horror, your face crumpling. bile rose in your throat. "so all of that...playing with my friend like that. was just to get to me?"

"listen to me," taehyung says firmly, gripping your wrists to make you look at him again. he's so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on yours, and you never realised how large taehyung's torso was compared to yours before. he could have smothered you, but he didn't. in all senses. "the way jimin and jungkook handled their feelings is on them, just like how this is on me. it doesn't matter if i'm fucking you or not, you're my friend and i'll always want people to do right by you. and that includes me."

there was nothing else to say, so taehyung wordlessly wipes your face again and fetches you more water before retreating to sleep on the couch downstairs. all the while you sat there in your bed, confused and bewildered and thoughtful. the same bed jungkook fucked you on. the same bed jimin held you in. out of all the men in your life, taehyung was the only one who treated his feelings for you with reverence. there wasn't one interaction you could think of where he made his feelings clear, where he even hinted towards wanting something more. if he hadn't have said anything tonight, in the wake of one of the most emotionally tumultuous days of your life, you would still be in the dark about it all. and that was the scariest part. you didn't know anyone else who hadn't let their feelings for you effect how they treated you. so ultimately, it was possible.

and jimin and jungkook chose not to do that. but taehyung did.

taehyung did.

when you finally pad downstairs after hours of ruminating, jisoo's bedroom door is wide open. and that's who you should be thinking about now - your friend and sister jisoo - as the sky begins to lighten with the signs of morning. you hadn't slept for over twenty four hours, you were hungry and thirsty, delirious from the whirlwind of losing the two most important men in your life in one day. but still, you are drawn to taehyung. taehyung, who never asked anything of you. taehyung, who was as silent as he was selfless this whole time. taehyung who routinely put what he wanted aside in favour of what was best for you. taehyung, who protected you without needing credit or recognition for it. taehyung, taehyung, taehyung, taehyung, taehyung-

"taehyung," you whisper scraping your nails through his hair. his eyes fluttered open, twisting his head to face you as you hovered above him. he could barely see you in the darkness. "taehyung, wake up."

"what is it?" he croaks, sitting up with half-lidded eyes and a yawn. he doesn't know how to read the expression on your face. he swings his legs off the sofa in a sitting position, wearing nothing but his boxers and tee, visibly alarmed. "what happened? are you okay?"

you take his face in your hands and kiss him.

taehyung stiffens against you, breath drawn thin. you pull away to gauge his expression, desperately searching his eyes in the darkness. for discomfort, disapproval, anything negative at all. the absolute ardour you find instead could knock you down if taehyung didn't reach for your neck, kissing you again. you whine at the feel of his tongue, having no idea where such sudden and intense arousal was coming from. when you pull away with shaky limbs, you climb onto his thick thighs so he can feel your wetness through his boxers. taehyung grunts at the sensation, and again when you kiss him passionately and without abandon. the sweet girl every guy he knew was agonising over, suddenly in his lap. he's barely had his tongue down your throat for ten minutes and you're already rocking into him, his erection betraying his resolve.

it's better than he dreamed.

"taehyung," you gasp, palming him now. he groans when he pulls away to look at your mouth, glistening with his saliva when you take his hand and guide it down to your arousal. "please."

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook au #bts x reader #bts au #jungkook scenario #bts scenario #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin au #bts fic #jungkook fic #jimin fic #jungkook college au #jimin college au #bts college au #myfic

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rottingflovver · 4 years ago

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Random relationship headcanons for the Decay of Angels boys!!

I love my evil husbands, enjoy this trainwreck

Fyodor Dostoevsky 🐁

Oh God. He smells like…a sewer rat

I'm not even joking like he probably smells unpleasant (not to the point where it's noticeable tho, only if you're really close to him)

If he's feeling fancy he'll throw on some cologne but don't bet on it

Hair is also really greasy

He scarcely eats but he's a big fan of sweet food (think ice cream and baked stuff) and trad. Russian food

Please for the love of God force this man to eat

He'll forget to eat + drink on a daily basis because he gets so caught up in work, how is he even still alive

Did I mention he also doesn't sleep

HOW is he canonically one of the smartest people yet he does stuff like this fr

If he trusts you (Lord knows how you'll achieve that) and he's tired (as per usual) he won't be opposed to the thought of just downright collapsing onto you

You'll rarely see this man anyhow, but when you do he'll just be sleeping

What a great boyfriend am I right (It's okay he needs the rest, plus patting his hair as he sleeps is kinda nice)

I believe his favorite places to have dates at are his or your apartment

Away from the public eye; just the two of you, alone

He can play his cello for you!

He'd encourage you to try it out as well, but you'd be so terror stricken by the thought of what he'd do to you if you broke it somehow that you just...would rather pass

I doubt he'd ever actually hurt you tho; yes, he's extremely distrustful and arguably heartless, but if you haven't done anything to insinuate you want to betray him…he'll be tame

Also, did I MENTION how cold he is

Maybe that's why he wears winter clothes in such warm weather ㅡ cuz otherwise he'd just freeze to death

Warm him up pls

Although he's not used to just casual physical contact so when you start holding his hands to warm them up he'll look at you like "??? Do you want to die??"

Once you explain it to him he's like "Oh"

His giant ego won't let him express it but know that he appreciates it

Also, this is a given, but Fyodor is extremely manipulative so you'll never really be sure if his feelings are sincere or not

Nikolai Gogol 🤡

I had to Google "what do clowns smell like" for this aye-

The answer: apparently cabbages and cotton candy

I really like that idea so I'm sticking with it xhsjhx, Nikolai smells like either cabbages or cotton candy; no in-between

Loves piroshki!!! Any kind!!! For reference; piroshki are small boat-shaped buns which can be both sweet and savory, as it depends on the filling (most common fillings include: ground meat, mashed potato, mushrooms, boiled egg with scallions, or cabbage. Typical sweet fillings are fruit (apple, cherry, apricot, lemon), jam, or quark)

Why did I just give a small piroshki lesson

Anyhow, yes, that's his favorite food so pls buy a lot of them for him (if you make them yourself he'll be so deeply touched, but be careful, he tends to see positive emotions towards someone as brainwashing)

Is he a bad cook??? Is he a good cook??? Does he just simply steal everything via coat and make it seem like he's the one that made it?? We don't know

His favorite places to have dates at are carnivals or theaters

He loves theaters so much omg

I have a feeling that if you told him he'd make a great actor he'd just evaporate out of joy

And he WOULD make a great one tho?? This man got talent

I'd imagine you're pretty much the only person he would ever open up to regarding the insane amount of guilt he feels

(Yet again, be careful, he's very unpredictable when it comes to people he grows fond of)

Do comfort him if he ever breaks down tho, please

Sleeping together? With this man? It's a wild experience

He moves around so much

He's also prone to night terrors (like I said, insane amounts of guilt) so if he ever stops moving you should probably wake him up, cuz that's a nightmare so horrible he just froze in place

Give him hug

Sigma 🎲

Sigma smells nice no cap

It's a mix of lavender and mint

Don't ask how that works it just does

I think he'd be the type to like any kind of food as long as it's lovingly made

He has no standards but at the same time he has extremely strict standards y'know

There's nothing specific he likes but if he likes it then he Likes It

He gets called a rock musician and people say he looks "alternative" when he's literally walking around in a suit but I digress

He'd let you do his makeup

I'd say he'd even encourage it

(Give him a punk rock alternative makeover lmao)

Also, to no one's surprise, his favorite place to have dates at is the Sky Casino

It's his home! He's proud of it!!

Please be proud of him as well it would mean the world to him

He's so cheesy, he'll stay stuff like "I feel most at peace with you, you are my home", and then get super embarrassed

If you smile fondly at him and say you like him just the way he is, cheesy remarks and all, you will be charged with murder because this man will DIE

He's so confused when it comes to a lot of stuff

Like he once asked "is interesting an emotion" and NO ONE answered him (poor bb :() but like be prepared for a lot of questions like that

Take your time and explain it to him, he'll be so grateful

Ngl, out of these 3, he's the best option bc he's not unreachable (cough cough Fyodor) and doesn't strive for emotional freedom so much that he'd kill whoever he grows attached to (cough cough Nikolai)

Soft husband

A little bit clingy but can you really blame him

Just be there for him, it'll be alright

Ivan Goncharov (bonus!) 🤕

He's in the Rat House not the DOA but I wanted to include him

(We stan Ivan in this house)

He's completely devoted to Fyodor

Idk how you'd ever even strike a conversation with him given he's constantly by the rat man's side

I'd imagine you'd have to be either a past friend (which I doubt he'd welcome) or an underling of Fyodor as well

Either way, please be kind to him

I think his devotion to Fyodor is a LITTLE bit unhealthy so if possible just draaag him away from that (will be very difficult to do)

He smells nice, like an expensive brand of shampoo and conditioner

I'd imagine his hair is really soft too, he'll gladly let you play with it

Braid it!! He'll look so pretty!!

BE GENTLE with the wound on his head, Fyodor isn't a professional surgeon, so even though the incision itself was a success he didn't really patch it up correctly

Just be gentle with it, if possible, take him to the hospital to get it checked out

He loves classical music!!

Expect to hear that playing in the background a lot

If you start helping him with the chores (like making tea and cleaning) at first he'll think of it as an insult to his ability, but after a while it'll grow on him

He'll learn to appreciate the little things

If you have any kind of favorite dish; he'll be frequently making just that

Likewise, if you ever request for something different, you'll get it made perfectly, just for you

A good, happy boye, deserves better

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd Fyodor #bsd Nikolai #bsd sigma #bsd ivan #bungou stray dogs Fyodor #bungou stray dogs Nikolai #bungou stray dogs sigma #bungou stray dogs ivan #Fyodor Dostoevsky #Nikolai Gogol #Sigma #Ivan Goncharov #Fyodor x reader #Nikolai x reader #Sigma x reader #Ivan Goncharov x reader

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ughseoks · 5 years ago

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lover | jhs

— pairing; hoseok x reader

— genre/rating; romance, fluff / PG

— word count; 1.3k

— warnings; none, unedited

— summary; you discovers that hoseok is in love with you upon finding a playlist named after you on his mp3 player.

— written for @bangtan-dreamland’s Drinks & Drabbles Game!

– this is in the universe of heather. it’s an alternate, fluffy ending! –

「 masterlist 」

@bangtiddies: hello hello ordering a nice wine with hobi pls and thank you i lob you ❤️❤️

“Are you cold?” Hoseok asked, bumping your shoulder with his playfully.

“Just a little,” you replied, suppressing yet another shiver. Snowflakes were falling slowly around the two of you, sticking to Hobi’s lashes as they fluttered against his pink tinged cheeks. His fluffy chestnut waves poked out from beneath his beanie, the white ice crystals melting slowly between the soft strands.

“Here, take my sweater.” Before you could protest, he was already tugging the cream colored garment over his head in one swift motion, bunching it up in his hands. “Arms up.”

You uncrossed your arms, allowing him to pull the sweater onto your shivering body. When your head popped through the hole at the top, you were met with his heart-shaped smile, his eyes creased in satisfaction. The sweater covered your hands completely, and the warmth from his own body lingered on the fabric, seeping into your chilled skin.

“Y’know, it actually looks better on you,” he grinned and ruffled your hair, unaware of the effect he was having on you. Your heart was beating a little faster, cheeks heating from more than just the cold air as the faint scent of his woody cologne floated off of the sweater and into your nostrils. Rather than saying anything, you simply smiled, trying to calm the butterflies that erupted when he cooed about how cute you were.

Sometimes, you wished he would stop being so…. himself. He made it far too easy to fall in love with him, and even more difficult to fall back out. Times like these, you wanted nothing more than to grab his cheeks and press a kiss to his lips; to have him freeze in surprise before relaxing into your hold, kissing you back with as much love and passion as you felt towards him.

The events from earlier today replay in your head like a scene from a movie, nervous butterflies erupting in your stomach every time you remember that the sweater you’re still wearing is Hoseok’s. Although you parted ways a few hours ago, the boy had insisted on you wearing it home, telling you that you could just give it back to him the next time you saw each other. (You’d be perfectly happy if he allowed you to keep it forever.)

Right now, you’re sitting on your couch, procrastinating your post-dinner shower as you watch an episode of Friends. It isn’t that you don’t like showering– you just don’t want to have to take off the sweater. It’s pathetic, but it’s the truth.

Before you know it, the episode ends, and you’re forced to leave the comfort of your personalized couch dent. Not wanting to risk anything happening to the creamy white color of the sweater, you reach down to take it off and lay it on the edge of your couch. But when you pull it over your head, something tumbles out and falls onto the soft cushions below.

Hoseok’s MP3 player.

The sight of it makes your heart flutter. Despite owning his own dance studio with a top-notch sound system, occasionally, Hoseok will plug his headphones into an MP3 player and dance to the music playing through the small device. He only uses it when he’s feeling particularly emotional; he insists that the nostalgic feeling of using the small device while he dances calms him.

When you reach down to pick it up, the small screen turns on. You try not to make a habit of snooping into other people’s private lives– you’d die if someone found your diary– but when you notice that the currently selected playlist is titled as your name, your curiosity is piqued. Using your thumb to cycle through the songs, you can feel your heart beat faster with each and every title you read. This music isn’t the hip-hop that you know Hoseok normally freestyles to when he’s stressed.

They’re all love songs.

You hit play. Soft music begins to tinkle into your ears, and the mental image of Hobi freestyling to the soulful songs on the playlist while he thinks of you is enough to bring you to tears. You sit down on the couch and grab a throw pillow to clutch between your arms, squeezing it for dear life as you sob tears of joy. Your heart has never felt so full.

Hoseok listens to these lyrics and thinks of you.

You spend the next hour and a half crying to yourself as you listen through the playlist in its entirety. Every song manages to bring a fresh wave of tears to your eyes, and by the time the playlist ends and the music goes silent, you’re sure you’re seriously dehydrated. But none of that matters, because what you just heard– it’s confirmation that Hoseok feels the same way about you that you do for him.

At first, you aren’t sure how you’re going to bring it up to him. How do you tell someone that you know they’re in love with you because you were snooping through their playlists on the MP3 player they left in the sweater they lended to you? But then it hits you.

You should make him a playlist in return.

It takes you quite a bit of googling to figure out how to download songs onto the practically ancient device, but after some trial and error, you manage to put the musical translation of your feelings for Hobi onto a playlist titled “Hoseokie <3”. All that’s left to do is give it to him.

When you arrive at the studio the next day, you’re nearly shaking with nerves as you stand in the hallway outside of his classroom. What if you misinterpreted the meaning of the playlist? What if Hoseok didn’t actually like you romantically? What if he had his sights set on someone else? You recall him saying he was getting closer with a girl from his chemistry class named Heather.

But before you can back out and pretend like nothing ever happened, Hobi throws the door open, eyes widening when they land on your figure.

“Y/N?” he asks, frowning a little bit when he sees your nearly-terrified expression, “What’re you doing here? Is everything okay?”

“I– You– Well, it’s just that–” You cut yourself off with a gulp before digging through your pocket to locate the MP3 player. The earbuds are neatly wrapped around the device when you extend your hand out to hand it to him.

It takes him a moment to recognize what it is, but when he does, his ears immediately begin to turn red. “Did– did you listen to any of my, um, playlists?” he asks nervously, holding back a shudder when his fingers brush against yours as he takes the device from your hands. He immediately begins to panic when you nod yes wordlessly. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and I know that you probably don’t feel the same way–”

His rambling is cut off when your arms wrap around his neck and you smash your lips against his. He stays frozen for a moment before kissing you back with just as much fervor, heart just about ready to beat out of his chest. The kiss is messy, needy, and hungry, but it’s perfect nonetheless– and better than you ever could’ve imagined.

When you finally pull away, his cheeks are flushed, a heart-shaped grin spreading on his face as he stares down at you. You press a finger to his kiss-swollen lips to silence him when he opens his mouth to speak.

“I made something for you,” you smile while reaching out to unwrap the earbuds from the MP3 player. He lets you place one in his ear while you place the other in your own, reaching down to press play on the playlist you created before wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest.

The soft music playing perfectly matches the beat of his heart under your ear, and when you feel his chest begin to shake from crying, you squeeze him just a little bit tighter.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover

#bhqdrabbles #bangtanhq #hoseok x reader #hobi x reader #bts x reader #hoseok fluff #bts fluff #bts drabble #hoseok drabble

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mistymark · 5 years ago

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the one with the keycard.

jung jaehyun x reader // 2.9k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which the heater breaks in the hotel room and y/n is really cold. like really cold.

warnings; fluff at the end, mild angst (?), they just hate each other tbh, too much eye rolling, PROFANITY CHILDREN LOOK AWAY

requested; y u p // “Hi i really liked your enemies to lovers fic of yuta if u find some time can u pls do the same with jaehyun him being the lead cos hes my man hahaha:( thanks in advance ^^”

notes; I rlly love bed sharing aus omg // I actually read through it !!! so its Mildly edited !!!

“Don’t do this,” you begged Doyoung, eyeing the second hotel keycard that he was strategically holding by his side, away from you.

He tried to hand you the other keycard again, the hotel room number matching the one on the door beside you, “It’ll be good for you two. Maybe you’ll actually be able to get along after this.”

When you huffed at him, blowing your hair out of your face in the process, he rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, placing the keycard into it and closing your fingers around it. “I hate you, you know,” you pouted at him as he started making his way down the hall.

He held up his hands in defeat, “Look, I didn’t allocate rooms. I just lost rock paper scissors.” So they planned this, you thought. Devils.

When he disappeared into his room, that he shared with Johnny, you looked around; all the other guys had already entered their shared rooms and you wondered who would be willing to swap.

[18:32] y/n: any1 want to become the loml and switch rooms with me :)))

[18:33] mark: no

[18:33] jungwoo: no

[18:33] donghyuck: lmao

[18:33] donghyuck: also no

You rolled your eyes as the messages continued from the rest of the group and opened the door using the keycard Doyoung had forced you to take.

“What the hell!” You were startled by the deep voice you were greeted with, its loudness immediately shocking you, freezing you in place as you watched Jaehyun quickly throw his shirt over his head. When you finally looked away, down at the floor, you let the door shut behind you as you dragged your suitcase into the room, letting it rest against the wall of the small corridor. “I was changing,” his tone is still slightly aggressive.

“Sorry,” you mumble, not really sorry at all. He watched you for a moment before looking back down at his suitcase on the bed and zipping it back up, walking over to you to place it beside yours, almost pushing up against you in order to fit it between the table and your own case.

“So,” he starts, looking up and down your body obviously. He’s still way too close for your liking, having not yet stepped away after putting his suitcase down, “they weren’t kidding.”

“Unfortunately,” you deadpan, making your way to the bed Jaehyun had previously been standing at the edge of and dumping your stuff on it.

“Maybe someone will switch with- Hey!” He jutted his chin up at you from where he was standing in the entryway of the bathroom.

“What?” You raise your eyebrow at him, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

He points at the bed you were now happily plopping yourself down on the end of, “That’s my bed.”

“Oh, really?” You narrow your eyes at him as you dramatically turn from side to side, looking for something. “Because I don’t see your name on it.”

He cocks his head to the side at you, his face serious, “I had my stuff on it.”

You smile cheerily, telling him in a sing-song voice that, “Well, now my stuff is on it.”

Jaehyun just turns from you, already heading into the bathroom, “I’m gonna shower before we leave.” He pokes his head around the door, “Don’t come in.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you furrow your brows at him in disgust, rolling your eyes when he shuts the door, a little too loudly.

The restaurant Johnny had picked out for dinner was conveniently located beside your hotel, and somehow you had managed to finish your hair and makeup at the same time Jaehyun had finished showering and dressing.

“Put the heater on before you leave,” you say, not looking at him as you step out of the room, slipping your keycard into your clutch, your jacket sitting securely in the crook of your arm.

“Do it yourself,” he makes his way towards you, flipping open his wallet to make sure he had his own keycard. You don’t say anything and let the door close between you, opting to make your way to the elevators instead.

Looking up from his wallet, he realises you’ve already left and his jaw sets in frustration, begrudgingly turning on the heater before reopening the door and following you to the elevators.

You try to minimise your reaction when you realise he’s walking to the elevator at the exact moment it arrives, and without even hiding it you press the ‘close doors’ button, a smirk on your face.

He fixes his gaze on you as he slips between the metal doors, the two of you silently agreeing not to talk the entire ride down to the lobby. Instead, you stand in silence, facing the mirrored doors. It’s the first time you’ve properly been able to see what he’s wearing, having refused to give him the satisfaction of catching you staring back in your shared room.

He has a jacket hung over his arm, and the fact that you’re doing the same thing annoys you slightly. The white shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned, but tucked into his black pants. You noticed he hadn’t bothered styling his hair, focusing mostly on his clothes and occasionally applying random products to his face in the mirror in the bathroom. Yet, still, his hair looked perfect. It made you mad how good he looked with such little effort.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he smirks, his eyes flitting to yours in the dirty reflection of the elevator door.

“So original,” you deadpan, stepping out of the elevator as it arrives at the lobby. You can see Doyoung and Johnny making their way out of the hotel ahead of you. They must have caught the elevator just before us, you thought.

Due to his longer legs, Jaehyun easily overtakes you, not even sparing you a glance as he paces his way towards the doors. Narrowing your eyes at his retreating figure, you quicken your pace, huffing as you get to the revolving door at the same time as him, pushing on the glass and forcing yourself out before him as soon as the gap is wide enough.

You end up ahead of him, briskly walking towards the restaurant, unable to see the smug smirk that’s taken over his face as he jogs to catch up to you, “Trying to beat me? How childish, y/n.”

“I just don’t want to be late,” you lie, looking in your purse for your phone, having forgotten to put on your watch before leaving the room.

He reaches the door before you still and opens it widely, waiting for you with a grin. You quirk an eyebrow at him as you go to walk inside, before he salutes you, slipping in ahead and allowing the door to shut in your face.

You glare at him as he laughs, immediately catching the attention of the waitress at the front desk and asking her where Johnny’s table was. She eagerly smiles at him, already entranced by his godly looks - did you really just say that? - and shows him to the table. You huff as you wrench the door open and stalk after them, following Jaehyun to the table.

When you arrive, you’re greeted with hello’s from Johnny, Doyoung and Taeyong, who had already arrived. Jaehyun turned around as soon as they called your name, and offered you a smile, a challenging sparkle in his eye, “Oh, y/n! How nice of you to join us.”

You smiled when Johnny elbowed him in the side, and hung your jacket off the chair at the other end of the table from where Jaehyun was sitting. You smile warmly at Johnny, “Lovely restaurant choice, Johnny Suh. Shouldn't have expected anything less.”

You engage in polite conversation with Johnny and Taeyong, as Doyoung and Jaehyun converse at the opposite end of the table. When the rest arrive, almost all together nearly five minutes later, you order food, opting to purchase a bunch of share plates. While you wait for the food, you laugh with Donghyuck when Mark rants about how much he hates rooming with Donghyuck. “I’d switch with you, but we both snore so,” Mark shrugs, his eyes sympathetic.

You laugh, “No, it’s okay. Rooming with Jaehyun isn’t so bad.”

Hearing you say his name immediately catches Jaehyun’s attention, and his eyes are intense as he tries to work out what you had said, not hearing anything other than his name from the other side of the long table. You narrow your eyes at him, and he does the same before looking back at Jungwoo, his eyes immediately softening at the smiling boy, his smile sweet. Part of you would kill to have him look at you the same way. No, it wouldn't, you correct yourself.

When the food arrives, perfectly timed to be served together on a wheeled cart, there’s chaos as everyone tries to get what they want, until Taeyong suggests everyone moves to where their favourite foods are. You stay seated, your favourite dish sitting right in front of you, and you pout as Mark gets up to go sit on the other side of Johnny.

“What? There’s pizza,” he grins, the seat beside you now vacant.

You could tell who replaced him immediately by the smell of his cologne, which you had watched him apply at the desk in your hotel room.

“What are you doing?” You look at him, and he doesn’t miss the mixture of concern and surprise in your eyes.

“I like this,” he states simply and holds up the bowl right beside him, eagerly scooping the food onto his plate with his chopsticks.

You both talked to the other people beside you rather than each other, the dinner continuing with only a few glares and profanities. You can feel one of your shoes slipping off your ankle and you reach down to fasten it, your foot accidentally slipping off your knee when you lose grip of the strap, kicking the table leg quite harshly.

You hiss and grab the toe of your shoe at the same time Jaehyun groans in pain, his hand immediately reaching under the table to rub his leg. Needless to say, you hadn’t kicked the table’s leg, but rather Jaehyun’s.

“What the fuck, y/n,” he says through gritted teeth, obviously still in pain.

“Sorry, my foot slipped,” you stutter, your eyes wide in shock.

He nudges your knee with his, his jaw set, “Oops. Accident.”

Johnny, who’s sitting beside him, grips his arm, “Dude. Just drop it. She probably didn’t mean it.”

“Probably,” he mutters, going back to eating, purposefully not looking at you.

After dinner and dessert and a walk around the streets of the city, abandoned at this time of night, you all decide to call it a night, walking back through the lobby doors of your hotel.

“Remember, we have to be up early tomorrow to head to the airport, since it’s an early flight,” Doyoung looks pointedly at Donghyuck. “No staying up late.”

You hear Donghyuck mutter to Mark, “He knows I don’t give a shit what he says, right?”

“You better fucking fall asleep or I’m gonna kill you,” Mark hisses back, and you try to contain your laughter as they both try to hold back their own, with Donghyuck failing miserably.

The elevators are slightly too crowded with all of you, so you opt to catch the second elevator with Donghyuck and Mark, joking with them about how Donghyuck won’t fall asleep until almost 5am. You don’t even realise Jaehyun is still standing with you that you're almost surprised to see him standing outside your door when you say goodnight to the youngest members of your group.

He doesn’t say anything as he opens the door for you, and you’re immediately met with a cool breeze, making you shiver, “What the-”

“I told you to turn on the heater,” you immediately turn to Jaehyun, narrowing your eyes accusingly.

“I did,” he spits back, walking into the room to look at the control panel. You follow him and nudge him lightly to make him move. He looks down at you with a slight frown but moves nonetheless. He flicks the switch that changes the heater from ‘cool’ to ‘heat’, the button now useless. “It’s broken.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” you spit, immediately moving to the desk and picking up the phone, searching the directory for the number of the front desk.

“No one’s going to pick up,” he shrugs, opting to switch off the ‘heater’ so it won't continue blowing out cold air.

You turn to him and open you mouth to reply, but he beats you to it, “Y/n, it’s almost midnight. They’ll all have gone home already.”

You exhale, realising he’s right and letting your arm drop the phone back into its place. “Fine. Um,” you look helplessly at the open suitcase on your bed, all your clothes more suited to hot weather than cold.

You both change silently, alternating bathroom usage to prepare for bed, and from the heated bathroom, you run from the open door to your bed, diving under the covers and shivering slightly.

From his bed, you hear him mumble sleepily, “Can you turn the light off, please?” You reach out and turn off the light above your bed, the light in the bathroom still on. “Y/n. The light.”

“It’s the bathroom light, gimme a sec,” you huff and throw the covers back, slipping off the bed and walking to the bathroom. Jaehyun had been in the bathroom before you, so you hadn’t turned on the light, and that meant that now you were trying to look for the switch.

“Y/n,” you hear Jaehyun say. When he doesn’t get a response, he sits up in his bed, turning around to search for you. Rolling his eyes at your stupidity, he gets up and walks to the set of switches beside the door, flicking off the light to the bathroom.

“God?” You whisper, and he feels his lips twitch up in the corners at the funny comment, before suppressing it.

“Well, me,” he says from outside the bathroom, “But same thing, I guess.” He smiles; he can practically hear you rolling your eyes at his comment.

When you walk out of the bathroom, your bed is closest so you easily find it, hugging yourself to preserve what little heat you have. There’s a small thud and the sound of Jaehyun groaning again, and you cant help but giggle at him.

“Right where you kicked me, too,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Goodnight, Jaehyun,” you make a point of saying goodnight, subtly telling him to shut up.

“Whatever, y/n,” you hear the rustling of the sheets as he gets into bed.

Hours later, you can’t tell exactly what time it is, but you woke up because you were just so cold. You’d put on extra layers before bed, but it felt as though the temperature had actually decreased since you’d first gone to sleep.

You wriggle around under the covers, trying to pull the duvet over your neck tightly, before huffing and kicking the covers off you. You stood up and grabbed the duvet from the bed, rustling slightly as you wrapped yourself in it, forming a white bedsheet burrito. You threw yourself onto the bed and tried to get comfortable again.

You had already closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to consume you again, when you felt your teeth chattering once again. You were surprised to hear the sound of rustling of sheets from the other bed, and a short huff as Jaehyun stood up. He’d only gone to sleep in a pair of sweatpants and a black tank top, but he seemingly had no issue with facing the frigid winds of your hotel room.

You assumed he had just needed to go to the bathroom, but you could just make out his figure as he picked you up, the sheets wrapped around you falling as he threw you onto his bed. You let out a small yelp before appreciating the warmth of his bed. You were shocked when he climbed in beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. You felt your eyes widen, “J-Jaehyun-”

“Just shut up and sleep,” he mumbled, his eyes already closing, and his head leant down slightly so that his cheek rested against the top of your head.

You were surprised by how easily you became comfortable with him; the guy you had fought with, argued with, raced against, rolled your eyes at. The guy that hated your guts was now sleeping in the same bed as you. And you actually enjoyed it. You were sure now, Jaehyun was hot in every sense of the word, his body heat easily warming you, his natural scent encasing you, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on your arm was the only sign he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

“You’re not so bad, Jung Jaehyun,” you mumbled against his chest, your hand playing with the fabric of his shirt in the dark. Even through the material, you could feel his stomach tense at your touch.

“What did I just say, y/n,” he replied, his other hand reaching to his stomach to rest on top of yours, stilling your movements. When you let your hand fall limp, he didn’t remove his hand, and it was a shame it was dark and you couldn’t see the smile of contentment that had made its way onto his face as he fell asleep with you in his arms.

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babyshawwn · 5 years ago

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Sweetest Creature

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He wakes you from your slurred sleep with loving kisses while mumbling sweet words into your ear. Words sweet enough to force chills down your body even though you’re cuddled warmly under the white sheets.

You don’t open your eyes to the sound of his warm mumbles, the headache from last night events popping to the surface. You hear him laugh at your reaction and you can imagine his flushed cheeks and soft face while he does.

“Morning honey.” Shawn whispers into your ear, his plump lips nipping to your tender skin.

You pop your sore eyes open, your sight blurry at first and then, your stare falls on Shawn’s chestnut-brown eyes watching you carefully. He’s leaning on his elbow, hovering slightly above you with his familiar warm smile planted on his flushed face. He’s wearing absolutely nothing but he’s using the sheets to cover his hips. His silver necklace is dangling from his throat while he keeps his loving eyes on yours.

You still haven’t gotten used to waking up in his bed yet. Though you have spent the night numerous of times, you still hold your breath when the first thing your eyes catches in the morning is his warm stare and his chocolate curls next to you.

Never fully able to understand that he’s yours. Weeks, months, years has passed and you still can’t quite gasp that you have been lucky enough to find someone like Shawn.

“How did you sleep?” He asks, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. You taste like alcohol but he doesn’t mind. He’s aware he taste the same.

Shawn’s voice is husky from all the yelling you were doing last night during the heated beer pong games with your friends, the hoarse tone forcing pleasant shivers to climb down your spine. You love how deep his sleepy voice is.

“Fine.” You pout while rubbing your eyes. “Until someone decided to wake me.”

“Well, someone has to make sure you don’t sleep the entire day away.” Shawn laughs, moving his fingers through his messy curls. “Are you gonna be sour about that the rest of the day?”

You roll your eyes at his joke but feel the warmth from his laugh send vibrations through your slightly aching body. Your eyes fall on his profile and you can’t help but smile.

He’s just so pretty. Laying on his side next to you, his curls wild and his lips slightly swollen from chewing on them too much.

You feel your heart flicker as he sends you another loving smile while allowing his fingers to leave trails different places on your body.

“Maybe. Still deciding.” You tell him, while you slip across the mattress to cuddle into Shawn’s bare chest.

The moment you’re closer to him, you feel at ease.

He lowers his mouth and begins to kiss along your jawline, moving lower to kiss your collarbone. His warm lips are giving you shivers while his fingers start wandering down your naked and somewhat sore body.

You can tell he’s drawing small hearts on your skin with the tip of his finger and you feel the warmth in your chest increase. He’s such a soft boy sometimes and you absolutely adore it.

Shawn’s strong cologne is hanging in the air, though the sheets has a scent of alcohol and smoke stuck to them, it’s still his smell that cuts through.

You attach your lips to his chest, kissing him gently while wrapping your hands around his lanky body. You feel him shiver from your tender touches. Shawn lowers his chin and let his forehead rest against yours, a smile moving across his pink lips.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He asks, pecking to your mouth a few times.

“Oh please, Shawn.” You laugh. “You told me you loved me the first night I met you.”

Shawn laughs at your point and though he feels the heat raising in his cheeks, he doesn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed about it. Leaning to your ear, he chews on your earlobe, earning a soft moan from your mouth.

“It was the alcohol talking.” He lies and you’re fully aware. “Didn’t know what I was getting myself into.”

Shawn knows he jokes around a lot when it comes to you. He teases that he should have never bought you a drink that night at the bar, that he got stuck with you due to his intake of alcohol, but in reality, he was stone cold sober when he first saw your blurry silhouette in the middle of the crowd that December night in 2017.

He will never fully admit it, but you swept his feet away without even noticing in the matter of seconds. It was strange to him, really. Suddenly you had shown up and nothing felt the same. Nothing was ever the same after he met you but he had no regrets about loving you wholeheartedly from the very beginning.

It was unlike Shawn. He wasn’t the guy to take risks. He doesn’t jump into the water without thinking about the consequences nor does he take chances with his heart or closes his eyes to the possibility of getting himself hurt.

Shawn had always been a thinker, he considers all options and the possible outfall. He doesn’t do things on a limb and he has certainly never been the spontaneous type. But then there you were, drunk on a couple of tequila sunrises, with your flushed cheeks and your stunner smile and then, he changed.

He jumped into the deep with both feet, eyes shut and blind to the consequences because something in his heart told him, you were worth being careless for. Free falling into your hands being the most terrified he had ever been, but knowing in his heart that you were worth taking a risk.

Shawn didn’t feel like it was even a choice. He had to love you, he was made to love you. He felt it deep in his bones, he felt it in his heart and in his soul. So he dived right into you without ever looking back.

“And now it’s too late to back out.” You joke back while Shawn curls his arm around your bare thigh.

His lips wander to the edge of your panties as shivers appear in the matter of seconds, your stomach doing flips from his mouth tracing your sore areas. You tug your fingers through his hair, unable to stop yourself from smiling towards your handsome, slightly tattooed boyfriend.

Shawn drops his chin against your leg, his eyes popping to yours with a smile painted on his face. You reach down to caress his cheek, your thumb tracing his upper lip.

“You remember the first thing I ever said to you?” He asks, his tongue sliding between his lips to moist them. You laugh at his words while your thumb slides down his throat to reach his collarbone.

“You told me you didn’t have much to offer other than buying me a drink.” You say, feeling your heart skip a beat reminiscing that magical night you first met him. Shawn nods, curls slipping to his eyes as he adjusts his position next to you.

“But I ended the night offering you my heart.” He tells you while his hand moves to your face. You press your cheek further against his palm to enjoy his embrace fully. “I already knew in that moment, you know?”

“Knew what?” You ask as butterflies cracks open in your stomach.

The way he looks at you with his drowsy eyes and a wide smile on his lips makes it harder for you to breathe.

“That you were my forever.” He tells you, reaching for your hand to kiss your knuckles.

You can’t find any words to say while you feel your throat tightening and a lump seems to form. You feel the tears reaching the surface of your eyes while you force a deep breath into your lungs. You still, after these years, haven’t fully understood how much Shawn loves you.

It was overwhelming to you. Having someone love you on the level Shawn did because you never really had those kinds of feelings towards yourself. At times, it was still hard for you to believe Shawn saw you the way he did.

Teardrops fall down your cheeks and falls from your nose as you swallow a silent sob. Shawn reaches for your wet face and uses his thumb to remove tears from your cheek and then, he leans closer to place a kiss on your forehead. You bury your nose into his neck, tasting the salt on the tip of your tongue.

“You want to know why I fell for you?” He asks, his hands rubbing the back of your neck.

“Why?” You whisper against his skin, nuzzling your nose further into him.

“Because I saw the best version of me in your eyes.”

“You’ve always been the best version of you, Shawn.” You say, raising your head to look at him. “You have always been good and kind and loving. You have always been the best you could be.”

He laughs at your words, but he feels the warmth in his chest grow. He finds your hands and intertwines your fingers together, his thumb brushing your knuckles lightly. He feels a nagging in his chest, though. He doesn’t like to see you upset.

“I was drowning before I met you, Shawn. I could barely keep my head above water. And then, you came along and I felt like everything might actually be okay.” Your stuttering words roll off your tongue. “Like maybe I was good enough after all.”

Tears continue to fall from your sore eyes and Shawn feels his heart sink to his stomach, almost like a punch in his guts. He hates how you used to see yourself, hates the thoughts you used to have. He doesn’t understand how genuinely good people like you can’t seem to see how special they are.

He leans to your face and kisses the tears away from your lips. You breathe against his mouth, aching from the words that slipped your mouth just moments ago.

“You have always been good enough, baby. There’s so many things I love about you. You might not see them, but I do.” He whispers, removing a tot of hair from your face. Shawn’s eyes fall on yours, his thumb brushing against your lips.

“I love how excited you get about a good book. I love your ability to see the good in most people and how you’re the last person to judge. I love that you always have to watch a cartoon after a horror movie because otherwise, you can’t go to sleep. I love you for driving around town to drop off my friends when we’ve been out drinking because you don’t like the idea of them wandering the streets that late. I love that you love me for who I am but also for who I’ve always been. I love you for keeping me balanced and for being a place to call home.”

You feel your heart melt as a shiver runs down your spine, there is no air left in your lungs and you feel your hands shake when you reach for Shawn’s face.

You raise your head to reach his lips to kiss him passionately. He taste sweet, much sweeter than his loving confession.

He tugs his fingers into your hair as you twirl your leg around his hips. Shawn moves his head slightly to deepen the heated kiss as his hand slips behind your back and moves your body closer to his.

“I don’t deserve you.” You whisper, moving your head to his shoulder.

Shawn holds you to his chest, his heart almost pounding out of his chest. Though you’re in no state to talk, he feels your love deep in his bones.

He’s never doubted it, though. How much you love him. He knows you’re not much of a talker and that putting words to feelings are hard for you. But he sees the love behind all the little things you do for him.

Like when you drive across town to buy his favourite brand of chocolate bars. Or when you sit through hours and hours of sport games because you know how happy it makes him. He sees it when you play with his hair for hours when he’s feeling ill or uncomfortable. He sees it when you remind him to eat and drink enough during the day or when you get him through an anxiety attack.

Most of all, he sees it in the way you fully support his dreams. When you have to say goodbye again, when he only has a few hours home or when he doesn’t have the time for more than two minutes on the phone, you are still by his side and you never make him feel bad about it.

Though it hurts you at times, you handle a little hurt once in a while because you know it makes Shawn happy. You stand by him, even when things are hard to get through, and you do it without second guessing or any kind of regret.

He knows it’s hard for you to say but he doesn’t need your words to know how much you love him. You tell him in your own way each day.

“One of these days.” Shawn says, lowering his mouth to your ear. “I’m going to wife you up so hard.”

His loving promise makes you look for his soft eyes. When you catch his stare, you feel your heart skip a beat as he sends you a smile. You feel butterflies in your stomach while a linger runs down your spine.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am to love someone like you.” You tell him, planting a few kisses on his tender lips. “You are indeed the best thing that ever happened to me.”

There are so many things you want to tell him, so many confessions boiling in your chest but nothing seems about right. You can’t find words that would ever be enough, words with enough love behind them to truly explain how you feel about Shawn.

You have a feeling in your heart. A feeling you don’t know how to put words on. But it feels warm and right and it makes your heart flicker and stomach flip. There are no words to describe what this feeling does to you. And therefore, you don’t tell him just yet.

You don’t tell him that he’s the reason you got better. You don’t tell him how he taught you what love is really about or how he’s the reason you have grown so much over the latest years. You don’t tell him that your heart didn’t feel safe until he came along or that he’s the one who taught you how to love yourself.

You want to save that for later, you want to save it for when you finally marry him. You want to tell your husband those things at the church on your wedding day with your family and friends present.

You lean closer to Shawn, your hand slipping behind his neck as you pull him closer. He shivers and breaths against your lips when you press your forehead to his. He looks you in the eyes, tears forming when he sees the way you look at him. Your eyes filled with nothing but love.

“I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to marry my best friend and partner in crime. I can’t wait to make your favourite tea each morning or go to bed with you always. I can’t wait until the day where all we ever have to do is be together.”

You watch as Shawn chews into his lip, tears slipping from his eyes. You kiss one away while you bury your head into his neck, feeling your heart grow from the love you’re feeling in this moment.

Shawn clears his throat to remove the lump stuck there while his heart pounds through his chest. He feels the love in his heart, his bones and pumping around his veins and he knows he’s slowly but surely becoming addicted.

“You’re the sweetest creature I know.” Shawn says as he rolls his body on top of yours and lower his lips to kiss you.

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eeveedel · 5 years ago

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For the thick alpha mafia: we know that louis in this au is v independent and strong, but can we see a scene where he’s suddenly vulnerable? (like when there’s a raid and he thinks h has been hurt). Or when Louis actually agrees to bond? x

This is more vulnerable Harry than Louis but I hope you enjoy it! Pls note this is copied from my RP with @houayloriana and I just edited it a bit; I wrote the stuff from Harry’s POV and she wrote Louis’s POV, so the viewpoints shift a bit and it’s not written like a normal fic. This is more meant to give y’all a taste of the AU we came up with together, so be kind xx

Louis knew, logically, he should’ve been running for the hills, far away from this life and this man, try and salvage a way to forget about his missing little finger.Yet, he wanted to just lay with Harry, breathe him in.Louis quickly scurried to the master bathroom to wash his face with some warm water and peer around at what looked like to be a freshly cleaned and spruced bathroom, by one of his maids no doubt.He came back out to find Harry was still not there, so he climbed on his large bed, legs crossed, sitting upright and swimming in the large silk pajamas Harry has given him to wear. Even with the drawstring of the pants tightened all the way, his waist was still too small for it to wrap around completely.

Harry entered soon, and smiled to himself when he saw Louis sitting in his bed, surrounded in loose silk. He looked beautiful, so out of place in Harry’s big clothes, and yet it seemed to make perfect sense he was there.Louis looked at Harry, eyed tired and wide, vulnerable.“Lay with me.. please,” he asked softly, eyes flickering the open space on the bed next to him. “Please, sleep here with me..” he started to beg, uncaring if he sounded desperate. “I— I don’t want to be alone right now,” he sniffled, beginning to squirm with neediness.

Harry moved quickly to come over to the bed and kissed him.

“I’ll hold you, just lay down, sweetheart,” Harry coaxed. He pulled back the covers on the opposite side of the bed, moving next to Louis. He realized he chosen a side of the bed just for himself, always content to just sprawl in the middle of the mattress. He had never picked a side for his own bed, never had anyone to share it with.

Once he was under the covers Harry pulled Louis close to him, cradling his petite body. He knew Louis was small but had never felt him like this, so loose and dwarfed next to Harry’s own body.

Louis exhaled contentedly. He burrowed between Harry’s plush pectorals, inhaling his heady alpha scent. He nuzzled him, scented him, bringing his knees up to curl in slightly, small feet disappearing into the bottom of the silk pants. The nub where his little finger used to be throbbed, a dull pain radiating from there to his whole hand. The doctor had given him two small pills that seemed to dull it, a bottle of a few still sitting in the room he was examined for later.

He was a little fuzzy, from his fading adrenaline and being surrounded by his alphas scent. It was everywhere around him. His pajamas smelled of laundry detergent and him, his room smelling of cologne and his natural scent, bedsheets the same.Harry leaned down and nuzzled his nose into Louis’s shoulder. He still smelled so sweet, but his scent was laced with bitterness and fear, and it made Harry grip him tighter, digging his fingers into Louis’s back. There were guards in every nook and cranny of this house and its grounds, the worst thing that had happened to his home was a single broken window. But he felt like he was the last defense against Louis and anything in the outside world, he would do anything to protect him if he needed to. And still, his fingers shook a bit despite his tight grip, his nerves coming through.“This,” he started, and then swallowed, feeling his voice shake, “This is the first time I’ve had a b-b-boy in my b-bed,” he said, exhaling hard on the last word, rushing to get it out.Louis peered up at him blearily, eyebrows coming together slightly in a look of sympathy. He had no idea harry Harry a stutter. It sounded like more of a speech impediment than a casual fumble over words.“Oh, darling,” he exhaled the words, scooting up the bed slightly to put his face in his alphas warm neck, his pulse point throbbing erratically. “My sweet alpha,” he murmured gently, hand going to Harry’s messy head of curls, combing his fingers through it, all four of them.

Harry’s eyes and cheeks burned and he shook his head while the omega touched him and spoke to him so sweetly. Louis’s hand was so gentle in his hair, but Harry could feel where his hand had been bandaged and there was no longer a finger then. His stomach turned and he closed his eyes. “You got hurt because of me,” he said. The thought had been bouncing in his head for a long time, but it was bitter finally coming out. “I’m s—“The S lodged in his mouth, his tongue trapping it. He tried to purse his lips, coo, force it out like he had trained himself to do years ago. But his throat and tongue were both betrayed him, going stiff and choking him as he tried to speak.“S-s-s-s—“ he tried, and then squeezed his eyes shut again and whined weakly with frustration. He felt anger bubble inside him, but it wasn’t white hot rate, just frustration and underneath that, fear.He clung tightly to Louis’s fingers gripping at the loose fabric on the omega’s body, and he leaned in to breathe him in deep.“S-Sorry,” he finally breathed out.

Louis withdrew his face from Harry’s neck, hand still in his hair, looking at his alpha as he choked on the letter S, like he wanted it to come out, but somehow it was trapped in his mouth.

“Darling.. take your time,” he said softly, not even a touch antagonizing. He’d heard of people with speech impediments before, about stuttering and even those who had lisps or were completely mute. He had no idea Harry was one who had a stammer, and it make his frown deepen at the sight of Harry struggling to communicate with him. He’d figured Harry had trained himself or simply grown out of it, since he had no idea prior to this night, but the events had triggered it.

Harry felt dizzy and breathless with the effort of speaking, and he panted for a moment.“Done that since I was a k-kid,” he managed, swallowing hard after the last word. He felt his body tense, ready for Louis to laugh at him and tell him he was slow. He had heard it all before, but he didn’t know if he could survive it coming from Louis.“It’s— or for Pete’s sake, Harry, don’t you dare be ashamed, not for one second,” Louis scolded, hand moving from his hair to pet his scarred face, the keloid marks hard under his palm.He burrowed into Harry’s warmth, hands moving to caress both sides of the alphas face. He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his mouth, slow, no heat behind it, just a calm gesture of tenderness.He pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. He moved his head back and forth, rubbing their foreheads together in a gentle Eskimo kiss.Louis’s voice was a soft, gentle cooing as he spoke to harry, coaching him through his stuttering and comforting him. He touched Harry’s face gently, rubbing at his thick scar tissue and up over his stubble-covered cheeks. He came forward and kissed him gently, then rubbed their noses together in turn.

Harry wanted nothing more to melt into Louis’s touch, enjoy it fully. But instead he shut his eyes hard and felt a tear slip out, hot and angry. He felt hyper aware of the contrast between them, how Louis was so much smaller, prettier, and gentler than he was. And how he was injured, a part of him taken away he could never get back, and it was Harry’s fault. And Harry didn’t even have to balls or the tongue to tell Louis he loved him. He wanted to push Louis away, but he also wanted to pull him closer, savor every second before he gave Louis a way out. “Louis,” he said slowly. His voice felt a bit more solid, and he pressed hard on his words, trying to get each one out. “Louis, you — I’m not good for you.”He pressed his eyes closed hard, trying to prevent the tears from coming out, but they were already there.“I’m too old and ugly and married to my work and I get angry,” Harry said. “I got your fucking finger cut off, and I can’t even talk right.”He took a long breath, and his voice shook as he spoke again. “Why do you want to stay with me?” He asked, “You should find someone better. You should be happy.”

Louis pulled away from Harry, eyebrows pulling together and downwards at Harry’s words. He pulled back completely and sat up, legs and arms crossed. Harry cringed was Louis moved away from him, and then sat up, leering over Harry and glaring at him in the dark. He tried to sit up on his elbow, grunting as he tried to move his body up.“Listen to me, and listen well,” Louis said, eyes narrowed and beady, tone venomous, “You have no right, absolutely none, to tell me what’s good for me, is that clear? From day one I told you I’m my own omega and I can make my own decisions. I chose you to court me because that is what I wanted. So don’t you dare for a second assume you know what’s best for me, Harry Styles.” “This,” he held his damaged hand up and waved it in Harry’s face, the bandage a bit red on the tip where some excess blood had seeped through. “This is evidence enough I’m here for the long haul. The fact I didn’t run for the hills the second this happened should be proof that I—“ he choked on his words for a second and groaned, gesticulating with his uninjured hand.“That I love you, you miserable fatass!”Harry just blinked. Because amongst the insult Louis had just tossed at him, was the most beautiful word Harry had ever heard. “You love me?” Harry asked softly. “But — but why?”He rushed on, already seeing Louis frown. “I mean...” he trailed off. “I love you. I really do. You are the first person I gave loved in a long time. But why would you love me?”He twisted his fingers, looking down. He felt his stutter rearing up, slipping in and choking him as he tried to speak.“Is it my m-money? Because you can find someone else with money, someone b-better than m-me.”

Louis narrowed his eyes at his alpha, tilting his head to the side. “I take offense to that, I’ll have you know. You know damn well I have my own money. I make my own money. Sure, it’s not as much as you, but I have a top floor loft and priceless collectibles and money to burn. I want no one for their money, Harry, don’t flatter yourself.”Harry swallowed hard, clasping his hands together.“I can try to take c-care of you. But I don’t know if I c-can. Not the way you deserve.”He turned sincere for a moment. “Harry, I don’t want to be taken care of. I’m not a helpless omega or a damsel in distress that you need to rescue. Sure, tonight getting my pinky lobbed off before I could perform sort of tossed a wrench in that, but, you didn’t rescue me.. you helped me, Harry. That’s all I want from you, from.. from.. us, a mutual understanding and respect, and for you to know I’m not just your omega, but I’m a person, too,” he said, voice more quiet and vulnerable.

Harry blinked, biting down a bit on his tongue to keep himself from piping up as Louis spoke.

The omega in front of him was small, even smaller looking while drowning in Harry’s pajamas and in his big bed, but his body bristled and he spoke quickly and harshly.He softened as he spoke, and then, suddenly, he was yawning and collapsing into Harry, grabbing his arm. He inched closer to Harry, laying down once more and snuggling close into his warmth. “I’m tired, Harry.. will you hold me, please? Your doctor gave me quite a heavy dose of painkillers, and I think they’re working..” he yawned, wrapping both of his arms around Harry’s thick forearm, nuzzling his cheek into his warm palm.Harry lifted the covers, drawing them more firmly over top of Louis. When he was done he put his hand on the back of Louis’s head, drawing him closer to his chest. The omega was going soft and pliant in his arms, sleepy with exhaustion and pain pills. Harry kissed his forehead and held him carefully, setting his other hand on Louis’s hip to keep him grounded. “Sweet dreams,” Harry said softly. He looked down at Louis, slowly slipping off in his arms. The first time an omega had slept with him in this bed. The first time Harry had let an omega get this close to him.With Louis drowsy in his arms, he thought about what Louis said he wanted. An equal partnership, to stand on his own two feet. Harry hadn’t thought about mating in years, but in the back of his mind, he always assumed he would be the provider and keep the same control he had over the rest of his life. But Louis was breaking that all apart, and Harry wasn’t sure if he minded.

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asian-hero · 6 years ago

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19 as a Connor x reader? •_•

pls send me more connor

#19: is that my sweater/shirt?

send me a character and a number! (from vld, dbh, ml, tdp)

There were some downsides with Connor working at the DPD. Of course, he liked working there, he was designed to be good at detective work, and he got to work with his friend, Hank, but his hours were awful, practically nonexistent, and he didn’t really have a set schedule. After the android revolution there were more and more cases of deviated androids being assaulted by humans, which forced Connor to stay later and later. You tried to stay up and wait for him, but fatigue eventually caught up with you, and by the time Connor did come home, you were fast asleep on the couch. To be completely honest, you missed him. Sure, he annoyed you sometimes, and other times you wanted to just strangle him because of his lack of social grace, but you couldn’t help but miss him. You missed all of his “personal questions”, all of his awkward smiles, and even the soft glow of the LED he still had on. Sighing, you looked up from your book to the clock, sinking further into the couch. It was nearly midnight and there was still no signs of your android boyfriend. You allowed yourself to stretch, moving your limbs from their uncomfortable positions, wincing at a couple of loud cracks, before returning to your book, determined to stay awake this time.

About an hour or two later you looked back up at the clock, glaring at it as if it was the cause of Connor’s tardiness. Rubbing your face, you put down your book, heading towards your shared bedroom to get a change of clothes. You rummaged through the dresser, looking for anything more comfortable than the tank top you were currently wearing, Your eyes landed on a plain gray shirt. It was too large for you, indicating that it must be Connors. Picking it up, you rubbed the material with your thumb. It was soft, and although Connor said he couldn’t necessarily distinguish the feeling from any other clothing, he wore it purely to satisfy you. You tilted your head slightly, debating on whether or not you should wear it for the night. Deciding that the pros outweigh the cons, you slipped out of your tank top and pulled on the shirt. It was slightly big on you, ending slightly below your thigh. Tugging on the collar you could smell Connor’s cologne, which made your heart skip a beat. It was almost like having him here. Cuddling into the shirt, you made your way back to the living room where you’d left your book, hoping to at least finish a couple of chapters before Connor came back or you fell asleep.

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It was approximately 3:24 am when Connor returned home. Although androids couldn’t necessarily feel tired, he certainly felt drained. All of these android cases were starting to take a toll on him, though not necessarily physically. He felt as if he was running on a low battery, which was highly improbable, given that androids didn’t run on batteries, and the fact that his constant system checks told him that his thirium component would last him at least a hundred more years. The only thing that kept him going was seeing your loving smile and feeling your warm embrace, and for the past two weeks, he’s had neither. Either both of you were busy at work or you were fast asleep when he got home. To say he was restless was an understatement. If he were a human, he’d probably be missing a couple nights of good rest.

Pushing those thoughts away, Connor quietly opened the door, careful to not wake you. As he turned to close the door, he was surprised to hear shuffling from the kitchen. Turning around, he shrugged off his jacket, his face muddled with confusion.

“Y/n?” He called out, cautiously heading towards the kitchen.

When he entered the kitchen he was greeted by your sleepy figure brewing some tea, in an attempt to stay awake. It didn’t seem to be working, as your head kept bobbing down, then up, as if willing yourself to not sleep. Connor walked over towards you, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Y/n, dear, what are you doing up this late?”

You looked over to him, your face completely consumed by your happiness. “Connor! You’re home,”

He smiled at you, reaching over you to turn off the stove and to pull the kettle off the burner. Then he grabbed your arm gently, leading you to the bedroom. Before he could put you down you wrapped him in your arms, holding him close to you. Connor felt you squeeze his torso slightly, with no intent of letting him go. His LED blinked a rapid yellow for a moment, before returning to a calming blue.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked, smiling into your hair.

You pulled away slightly, a content smile on your face. “I haven’t really seen you in a few weeks, can’t I just have one hug?”

He rolled his eyes, something he’d learned from Hank after having to deal with the hard-boiled detective on many cases. Looking down at you, he finally took into account of what you were wearing. His eyebrows furrowed when he caught glimpse of his gray shirt.

“Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at your shirt, before grinning sheepishly. “Yeah, it smelled like you, and it was warm,”

You trailed off, looking anywhere than at Connor. His lips tilted in one of his usual smiles, learning down to kiss you on your forehead.

“Come on, my love, you need to sleep. If you get some rest now you’ll have the recommended amount of sleep for someone of your age.”

You looked up at him, sending him a glare, before nodding your head. Tugging on his hand elicited a confused noise from the android.

“You’re coming, right?” You asked, smiling.

His LED became a golden yellow again, probably from the request. After a couple seconds of comfortable silence, before nodding his head.

“Of course, dear,”

hope you enjoyed!

#connor rk800 x reader #connor x reader #dbh #dbh imagine #detroit become human

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Under the Mistletoe

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas

Prompt: Mistletoe

Words: 1,991

Warnings: Smut, jealous!Sam, unprotected sex, hints of Destiel, wee bit of Destiel

A/N: Sorry this wasn’t posted on the right day. I sorta just suck sometimes because I forget stuff. This is day eight for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

You groaned as you pulled the deep, red dress onto your body. The fabric hugged at your skin and accentuated your curves. It was the most dolled up you had been in a long time.

Part of you loved being dressed up since you rarely ever did it, but the other part hated the dress and would rather not wear it at all. But tonight you had to persuade yourself that you loved it.

The four of you were going to be going to a Christmas party held by the elite businessman, Robert Baze. He was throwing the party for his workers, friends, and family. And from the rumor of the antique shop owner, he was going to propose to his girlfriend tonight. However, what Robert didn’t know was that he purchased a cursed item that was recently returned to the shop.

The ring once belonged to a woman who had an affair before she was married. The man she cheated with hated that he couldn’t have her and sought out after her, killing both her and her husband on the night of their wedding. Now whoever proposed with the ring was set to die if one of the partners were not faithful.

Each of you knew from a source that Robert’s girlfriend was seeing another and this was one of his last ditch efforts to save the sinking ship.

The sounds of footsteps approaching your door had your attention turning from the mirror on your way towards the doorway. There stood Sam in a black suit with a red and silver tie. He was handsome to say the least.

His hazel eyes were wide as he just stared at you.

“What?”

“You look….” Sam walked into the room, closing the distance between the two of you as he cupped your face. “You look beautiful.”

Your face began to redden from the compliment as you smiled like a puppy in love. “Well thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself, but we should get going.”

Sam chuckled and stepped back, “Yeah. Cas and Dean are ready to go. Shall we?”

You watched as Sam stuck out his arm for you to link yours with. You chuckled and did so, the two of you walking through the bunker with your shoes echoing against the floor. Their attention was pulled towards the sound as you both walked into the garage. Even Dean and Cas cleaned up nicely, but Cas was the one that shocked you the most. Cas was in a suit and without his trenchcoat; practically looking naked to you. And just like Sam, they seemed to stare at you more than usual.

Cas smiled gently before climbing into the back of the Impala behind Dean’s seat. Dean’s eyes racked your body up and down as he flashed his killer smile.

“You look amazing, Sweetheart. We should get going though,” he said before climbing into the car.

With a few more steps you and Sam were climbing into the car, and spending the next hour in the car to reach your destination.

The ride seemed to fly by and Dean was pulling into the parking lot picking his place. Once he knew he was in the lines and was going to avoid hitting other vehicles, he threw Baby into park. Baby’s doors creaked as they opened and shut, the four of you climbing out and making your way towards the large building.

Christmas lights and tinsel decorated the house, music calmly played through the speakers, and people were dressed to the nines.

You looked around and no one seemed to give either of you a weird look. Even though you were blending in you felt like a sore thumb; none of you belonged.

Dean noticed the waiter carrying alcohol in a glass on a platter. He licked his lips and glanced to each of you.

“I’m getting a drink. Any of you want one?”

Cas hummed and shrugged, going with him. They walked through a small opening in the large crowd, and people around them began to coo. They looked at each other completely puzzled when someone pointed to the mistletoe above their heads.

“What? I’m not kissing Cas.”

“It’s the rules. Part of the game, informed a man in a suit.”

Dean groaned and looked to Cas once more. Cas was utterly confused.

“I don’t understand…. What game? Why does a plant determine if people should kiss?”

Some of them began to chuckle while others chanted kiss.

You and Sam were in the middle, chanting and giggling like giddy school girls.

Dean’s face grew a shade of red as he knew there was no way him and Cas were escaping this. Cas just looked to Dean and blinked, still confused as to what he should do.

Dean gulped thickly and looked to the man who spoke earlier, “Does it count if I kiss his hand or kiss my hand and pat his face with it?”

“Cheek or lips, that’s the rules.”

“Where the hell are these stupid rules anyways,” Dean asked getting pissed.

The man chuckled, “They’re on the flyer on the wall. You must’ve overlooked it when you stepped into the room because the paper warns you of the games going on. It was Robert’s idea. He thought it’d be fun and a festive way to celebrate.”

Dean grumbled under his breath angrily before he kissed Cas’ cheek and walked off. The two were finally able to move and get drinks.

Not only was Dean angry, but he was now embarrassed.

You chuckled and gently pushed Sam towards Cas and Dean. He was sure to avoid the mistletoe as he walked.

As you walked, your eyes danced over to Dean to find him with a drink and chatting with girls. Cas had gone off to find someone who knew where Robert was as well.

Mental curses went through your head when someone bumped into you, leaving you having to fight the instinct to defend yourself from a possible attacker.

The guy smirked as you started at him in confusion, still a bit dazed from the sudden jostle of your body as people began chanting.

It all happened so quickly that by the time his lips were pressing yours, you were already pulled away with a type of force you knew a little too well.

You tried to focus on the black suit and bouncing, chestnut locks but it still seemed to rush. By the time he had you pinned to the wall in the nearest bathroom your head was spinning.

His cologne wafted into your nose and drove your senses into overdrive. Your brain didn’t know what to focus on. His hands were squeezing your hips and slowly moving to the curve of your ass, squeezing needily as he pushed a knee between your legs. Sam’s lips danced along your neck and exposed collar bone, gently biting on the sensitive flesh.

“Sam,” you husked out.

Sam pulled away and looked down at you with his lust blown, hazel eyes. His nostril flared in anger and his jaw clenched slightly. He was fighting himself while he gave you a second to breathe.

You slowly recollected yourself, replaying what happened in your head.

He was jealous.

You smirked, “I don’t see why you’re kissing my neck. Or would you rather not kiss where he just did?”

Sam snarled as he cupped your face in his large hands, bringing his lips crashing into yours in a heated kiss. His tongue traveled into your mouth as one hand slid down to pull up the hem of your dress. Sam’s long fingers gently rubbed your scalp before pulling a handful of your wavy locks. A moan erupted from you as he fought for dominance in your mouth.

When his mouth left your’s you were panting and wanting more.

Sam chuckled as you squirmed in his hold, his hand sliding between your legs and rubbing you through your panties.

“Sam please….”

Sam smirked before he kissed and bit into your neck again. His hand released it’s hold in your hair so he could undo his belt and free his cock.

You heard his belt jingle and his zipper slide down. Your eyes flicked down as he freed his cock from its tight confines.

“Glad to know your hungry for my cock, but are your other lips wet for me?”

Before you could respond Sam pushed his hand into your panties and teased your slick folds.

You began whimpering and moaning. Just when you thought you were going to get what you wanted, he removed his hand.

“Sam just fuck me please…. I want you to fuck me into this wall.”

“A little louder, Sweetheart. I want them to know who you belong to. I’d rather not have someone else kissing you under that damn mistletoe, otherwise I’ll rip it down myself.”

You gulped, the need building up as his hands traveled to the back of your legs. He lifted you up and took you over to the sink, setting you onto the stone counter.

“Beg.”

“Sam pl--”

Sam yanked your hair gently as he scolded you, “Wrong.”

“Sir please! Fuck me already! I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. Please….”

Sam smirked and kissed you gently, “Good girl.”

Sam pushed your panties aside and lined his head up. Without any warning he pushed his cock through your folds, stretching them around him.

You whimpered and clutched onto his shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric.

Sam kept still, allowing you to adjust like you needed. His eyes scanned your face looking for his sign, and once he saw it he drew his hips back and snapped them forward sending his cock into your sweet spot.

A loud, animalistic cry left your lips, echoing in the bathroom.

His lips found yours for a split second, his breath fanning across your face as his hair began to fall into vision. Grunts and moans began to fall from his hips as he squeezed your hips, pulling you even closer.

Each stroke and pump of his cock left your head spinning. The feeling building up in your core became too much to push off for much longer.

Sam pressed his lips to your cheek, his lips grazing your ear gently as he spoke, “Cum for me, Baby. I wanna feel you.”

He pulled back enough to leave the head of his cock inside you, harshly snapping forward and driving his cock into your gspot with a force that left you weak. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock.

His name fell loudly from your kiss swollen lips as you cried out his name, stars forming behind your closed eyes.

Sam moaned and rode you through your orgasm, his finger finding your clit and rubbed the swollen bud. Your walls clenched tighter around him, your thighs shaking from the intensity.

Sam grunted and moaned as his seed spilled into you, coating your walls fluttering walls.

His cock twitched inside as your aftershocks slowly died out. Your whines mixed together as he pulled away, leaving you empty of his cock.

Your face was flush and sweat began to bead across Sam’s forehead, leaving his hair stuck to his skin.

He helped you clean up before he worked on himself, zipping back up his slacks and redoing his belt.

When you slid off the counter he caught you in his arms, chuckling softly as you were still completely dazed from your orgasm.

“You alright?”

“Oh god Sam I’m amazing….”

He chortled and kissed you gently, “We should probably go help Dean and Cas find that ring.”

“Yeah… Ring… We should do that.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he lead you out, keeping you close on his arm. Neither of you cared about the looks you were given from those who happened to be near the bathroom.

Sam only cared about the jealous look of the man who kissed you moments earlier.

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