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helloescapist · 1 year ago

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yo wsg

Been checkin your account for a while now and your stuff is real damn cool. I was wondering if youd be willing to take an ask abt shinobu and a gn reader who was previously the sisters younger (biological) sibling . Like 2 years younger than shinobu that, when their parents were killed ofc like in canon they got injured and passed out , but inthe shock and shit when himejima came they all thought they were dead (i know himejimas heightened senses so id think their heart was barely beating and it could be confused w another sound? To try and justify) and left . Ibthink what im yk is that when shinobu becomes a hashira she accidentally founds her sibling . Who thought was dead is actually thebsound hashiras tsugoku . I feel like the fact they thought they werent alive and how close in reach they were and didnt notice would be very conflicting .

If you dony wanna tis okay

Hello, hello!

Thank you so much anon! It means to so much to me to have you wandering my page. I’m not entirely sure how I ended up with so many Shinobu requests, but I’m so grateful for each and every ask. I hope as the series is animated, there will be more attention to all of the Hashira. Thank you for entrusting me with this ask—I hope I did it justice.

Within Reach | Shinobu Kocho

Word Count: 2517

Setting: Shinobu Kocho x gn!reader (sibling fic!/reader is a lost Kocho sibling/Sound Hashira’s tsuguko)

Content Warning(s): minor spoilers (training arc + Kocho background), mentions of blood/gore, loss, death

Summary: following the defeat of two upper moons, all available Demon Slayers have been beckoned to training under the care of the Hashiras. The rare opportunity to train the medics of the Butterfly Estate, leads Kocho to memories, and a sibling that she had believed death had claimed.

A/N: I felt that the wielder being a tsuguko of Uzui would indicate a smaller hand to hand knife, and rely upon speed. I also felt that a breath that utilizes music would be a great branch off from Sound Breathing, and I was really, really tempted to do a Breath of Jikata. However, as the reader is gender neutral, I worried that it would lean too far towards a feminine, or fem!reader. Because of this, I have chosen Breath of Hogaku (folksong)—expect to see Breath of Jikata at a later date. [image is not mine! all credit goes to the artist]

Bandages weaved over fingers, and forearms. Touched upon foreheads, and danced across thighs, Shinobu’s own stamina was growing weary from the lack of break. The training bound across the Slayer Corps had waged far and wide, and the retired Sound Hashira had been anything but forgiving. Shinobu had suspected as much, for what little of his background he boasted of, she had been able to deduct that the training inflicted upon the ranks would be brutal, but necessary. Though she lacked the proper strength to engage in the hand-to-hand combat, the Insect Hashira understood that in regards to heightening the battle prowess for the war to come, she was not a likely candidate. The unique aspect to her breathing technique had more than disqualified her as an instructor. The best the needle wielder could hope to do was wage emotional warfare in the hopes to reinforce emotional and mental states, but the reality remained that her tongue could inflict more harm than good. So rather than verbally assault anyone, well at least openly, she had seized the opportunity to reinforce a training of her own sorts amongst the physical strain. The wide variety of abrasions ranging from light scathing to deep wounds, risks of infection, shattered bones, concussions and the likes, ensured an opportunity to increase the capabilities of the young members of the Butterfly Estate; though she would never openly confess to Kanao, Shinobu wanted to ensure her protégés wound remain a pillar after her passing. An inevitable fate that awaited her as the last of her biological line, her parents and youngest sibling having passed in her formative years, followed her older sister in death. Yes, the Insect Pillar had adapted the training to ensure that those she left behind would have the tools to survive. To remain. To live.

Aoi Kanzaki had more than proven herself capable, the blanched cloth snagged over her adjusted uniform. The sweat of her brow drawn and the height of her blue eyes focused. Her quick response and steadfast nature had only stumbled a few times upon this training endeavor; fair enough, some of the wounds inflicted by Uzui were… creative. His laughter regenerating Aoi in moments of exhaustion, the distant memory of his near abduction of her eliciting her stubborn response. If left to her own devices, she may even be tempted to strangle him should he need medical care. Such moments of befuddled were quickly remedied. She had always been a fast learner, as well as a reliable caretaker. The three youngest members of the estate had noticeably fatigued. Half of Sumi’s hair had been unbound from her ponytails, the blue butterfly clip barely clinging to the frays of her hair. While the green motif of Naho’s hair had remained untouched, the smear of dirt and sweat, muddled against her cheek and the white of her dress from her fumble down the mountain side was in great company with the strain of Kiyo’s pink sash that had been tied to her waste half torn and ragged. The collar had fallen open upon her neck as though she had been shaken. Not that any such subordinates would dare with Shinobu overseeing their efforts. Her hand guiding the practice wrappings of the formative members. Their progress evident, and gaining traction despite their noticeable exhaustion. Uzui had kept them busy, and with the Hashira matches having taken place, they had been more than set up for a variety of inflictions.

The draw of your blade, noticeably smaller than your opponents drew Kocho’s attention from the wrappings between her fingers. Metal released from its sheath, harmonious as a melody. A distant song from a forgotten memory she could not place. Your voice, loud and bold had drawn her gaze. Muichiro only slightly taller than you, but equally as frail in stature. His long hair flushed in the wind carried the poise of your blade, a match not to be missed from what she could gather from the onlookers humming. Their excitement and eagerness to witness to the scuffle radiating, drawing quite the crowd and spectacle. To be expected, her information of the ranks had long since indicated your capabilities. Few could draw the attention of the former Sound Hashira, let alone receive the honor of tsuguku. Though this was the first time she had the opportunity to appraise you for herself—long missions had kept introductions from her for quite some time, and admittedly, she had dodged introductions as well. Anyone who could garnish Uzui’s instruction was likely cut from similar material, and in this moment, she could see small resemblances that trembled her resolve.

Raven hued strains of hair that ruffled in the wind. As though the feathers of a bird, crpped near the ears, and meticulously maintained. Luscious and well cared for in appearance, thick enough to draw the envy of any woman. Piercing lilac eyes that met over long eye lashes crafted from the gods, telling traces of a kokeshi doll. The saturation giving way to peculiar shades of purple. No, not quite violet, nor were they pink in tone. A hushed shade of fuchsia the ends of your bangs, to the traces of your locks that met at your neck reminiscent the petals of tree fuchsia. The draw of your lilac eyes excited and bold as you declared your intentions to meet the Mist Hashira in combat. The offset of age almost humorous in the way you composed yourself, eager as the grin that met your lips. Noticeably older than your opponent, and quickly dismissed by the younger swordsman. “Uzui’s nincompoop,” Muichiro had sighed before the callous of his hand met the ito of his handle. Still against the jostle of the crowd, both of you matched eye to eye. The first to draw none other than the Mist Hashira, quick to dispose of you and move onto the next challenger. The draw of your footing quick in the evade, unable to draw upon an opening as Muichiro’s blade met your own. Footing crossed, delicate as you weaved through the well trained swordman’s precise grades. Mixed match speed, as the retiree Hashira’s tsuguko drawing the praise of the boisterous man. Shinobu could only fathom the training the man had etched into your bones. Nor did she really wish to inquire. The trio of girls voices gasped and shrilled in the way they leaned forward. The rare slip of their own age drawing a warm smile from the Insect Hashira as she allowed the medic camp to enjoy their time as spectators. More than content to observe her self.

“Your footing has improved, but your grasp is loose,” Muichiro observed. “You’re predictable, too.”

Blade against dagger. Seized opportunities to attempt to slide as close to the swordsman as the chances arose. Almost tactless in the way you attempted to seize the opportunity, allowing him the opportunity to parry your blade quickly and efficiently. Practically toyed into the palm of his hand, guided across the layout. Your speed the only warrant that kept the swordsman on his toes, having underestimated the pace you had mastered. Sigh of annoyance, nor hint of sweat touched upon Muichiro’s features. “First Form: Teru-Teru-Bozu, Teru Bozu.” Caught by surprise, the unfamiliar tone shift. The caught of the swordsman gaze only active at the melodious press of your lips. “ashita tenki ni shite o-kure,” a smile delicate and weaved, slip of a tongue as enchanting as the words tumbled from your lips, and shattered her heart. “Itsuka no yume no sora no yo ni,” distant memories. Some touchable, no faint. “Haretara kin no suzu ageyo,” rain dolls weaved as your parents soothed your small frame. The touch of fuchsia painted upon a small child’s features. “teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu,” The flip of your frame, the sight of your back to her now. The small child who had eagerly reached for Kanae, the small whelp of tears that clung to the ends of your long eyelashes. Her warm giggle as she brushed your hair from your eyes, the same hands that desperately sought her comfort now wielding a blade. “watashi no negai wo kilta nara.” Your movements swift as a song, as longing for sunlight on a rainy day. Fluid as a dance, oh how you used to dance to mother’s songs as she hung the laundering. “Amai O-sake wo tanto nomasho,” fingers that gripped your dagger toes that tipped around the taller swordsman fluid as a melody. How your fingers had clutched the edges of her sleeves, tugged upon them in the dead of a winter night before slipping into the bedding. “teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu,” the resolve undeniable weaved into the tint of your eyes, the once sweet touch of beni imo. How you had looked to her when the children in the neighborhood had teased you. No more capable of fending for yourself, she had elicited justice in her rage. Evidence of that same child bleached from your essence, grounded and capable. “teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu,” the blood had stained the earth. Shattered her existence, ripped her from her home, and the peaceful world she had known. H-her mother’s scream. “ashita tenki ni shite o-kure,” no, no your father had relinquished his life. Tried his best to shield his family, slaughtered in a moment. Horror, how your mother had clutched your small form to her breast, the blood that had radiated from you flesh. The sickening crunch of bonest, your wailing silenced and lsot to the earth. “sore de mo kumotte naitetara,” K-Kanae had checked, soothed your lifeless body to her chest. Himejima- Himejima had evaluated your vital signs. The Stone Hashira had prayed over your corpse, had entrusted your burial to the villagers. H-How had—Lazarus Syndrome. Echoed across her thoughts, practically robbed her of her senses. A term she had come across in a foreign medical book. Rattled her bones. “Sonata no kubi wo chan to kiru zo.”

Metal screeched, fended and blocked. The dance of mist that had met song, elusive as a siren’s wail. Shattered against a dagger before finding a solid mark into your arm. Not enough to inflict permeant damage, nor retire you from duty, but as the first to draw blood, Muichiro had succeeded in the match. The victor sheathing his blade, turquoise eyes that had once been listless and bored, now interested to meet your lilac gaze. The shuffle of bows, the plop of your bottom before the medical tint as your eyes appraised the depth of damage the Mist Hashira had inflicted. The knot that had formed in her throat as you sat before her, oblivious to the way her eyes traced you. Traced out memories, etched out childhood fondness. How she had sworn you annoyed her to no end, the small scuffles Kanae had been left to sort out when your parents were immersed in work. The small scuff of a scar, that scar. She had gifted you so many years ago, carved it into your cheek. Marred your delicate face, in a tussle over a simple pinwheel toy. [YN]. Fought her senses and decorum. Understood duty, defined its necessities in the way the Insect Hashira’s quivering fingers found the bandages at her side. Trembled at the grasp of your sliced training clothing. Delicate, and tremoring as she peeled back the layers. Blood, your blood. Forced the purse of air as she steeled herself. Demanded her attention. To disinfect. To bind the bleeding. It wasn’t fatal—she understood it was nothing more than the casualty of sparing. Yet, she could not cease the quiver of her frail fingers, nor silence the unceremonious way she near choked upon her own spit as her plum eyes met your own, curious. So, unaware. Trembled her resolve in the tilt of your head, gauged her reaction. So. Fucking. Stupid. As younger siblings often were, no, no. she reprimanded herself, you were a child. A small child. D-did you even remember her? K-Kanae, h-had you forgotten her? “Lady Kocho, are you alright?”

The formality that tore the final blow. Seared her, branded her distance. Revealed the horrors of that fateful day when your family had been torn asunder. Shreds of the Kocho clan left danced upon the wind. Oh, gods above, they had left your corpse—no, left you to be raised by strangers. By Uzui. The wide of her eyes, and tears that threatened to fall from her bottom lashes, the confusion touched upon your face. How could she ever explain, no did she even have the right to? W-where you happy as you were? Unaware. The small sniffle that found her slender nose, and the compulsion that found her soft smile despite the aching knot of her heart. The way her fingers slipped between the folds of your hair, patted and soothed. K-Kanae had told her how to do this once, a life time ago. When Shinobu had mistakenly snatched your ginger root. Your older sister had guided her, demonstrated how to sooth the end of your hairs in the way you favored. Offered a dumpling to substitute your stolen bite, now reflected in the way she touched upon your head. The wrinkle of your brow, “Miss Kocho?”

“Y-yes,” The Insect Hashira lamented. Distant memories sweet as they were bitter. Familiar as they were distant, as the child who she had mourned unlike the adult before her. Unexpected, and yet, anticipated in the way life trudges forward. Contemplated the verge of death, and edged upon her heart. To be allowed the opportunity to sooth you as once loved. The ease of your shoulders, and the small blushed that caught your cheeks. Muddled in your thoughts and her actions, there is the child I know. The tease of her smile, in one that only an older sister could provide a younger sibling.

“Yes, I’m alright now.”

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kocho #kny x reader #🍡tsuyospeaks

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lowaltitude · 2 years ago

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Passive (2) | Billy Hargrove

- Stranger Things

- Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

- x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫

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𖥻 original prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’

𖥻 no connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 1.9k words

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A week had passed, and at least 3 days Billy had driven drive me home or too school. I’d spend the short drive chatting with Max, I liked her a lot she was a very cool kid. What I didn’t enjoy however was Billy’s often reckless driving, and the stares i’d get as people watched me going to and from his car.

“Bye Max” I smile at the young girl as she drops her skateboard, the girl waves and pushes off towards the middle school. Tucking my hands in my pockets, I walked into the school, finding my way to my locker on muscle memory as I manoeuvred though the crowd. Grabbing all my stuff I keep my head down and go to biology.

Billy looks up as I walk in, nodding his head before looking at Tommy H. “Move”

“What?” Tommy forced out laughter, visibly confused.

“You’re in her seat”

“Sorry” I sigh, awkwardly rocking back and fourth on my heels as I stand by the table. Tommy moves, sitting in the seat next to his lab partner and allowing me to sit in my regular spot.

“Hey”

“I saw you less than 3 minutes ago” Rolling my eyes, I pull out my notebook and a pen. Drawing spirals on a blank page and waiting for the lesson to start.

“You have to say ‘hey’ back, it’s considered rude to not reply”

I snapped my attention to him. He, of all people, was telling me about being rude? He was in desperate need of a reality check if he thought me ignoring him was ruder than practically everything he did. I was revving up to kick him in the shin when Mrs Green walked in and started our lesson.

Billy stared at me as I began doing my- our work. “Stop looking at me” I frown, he raised an eyebrow, putting his elbow on the table so he could hold his head up as he waited patiently. “Hey” I sighed, defeated.

Billy smiled, grabbing a pen and twirling it in his hand as he mindlessly read what was on the whiteboard.

“What kind of music do you like?” He asked, dropping the pen and turning his seat so he was facing me. His knees spread apart, arms folded across his chest, and leaned back against the chair.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because”

I looked at him in my peripheral vision, rolling my eyes and biting the inside of my cheek in a moment of thought. “Same as you, I guess”

“You guess?”

“Music, Billy, I like music. Don’t bug me about if i prefer… Mötley Crüe to Duran Duran” I wave my hand, trying to dismiss the conversation.

He nods, watching as I go back to taking notes. “But you do prefer Motley right? I heard you listening to them the other day” Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked at him, turning in my seat so I could face him completely. “You should really close your curtains if you’re going to dance in your bedroom without wanting me to see it”

“Don’t look in my bedroom window, it’s that easy. Freak”

Billy chuckled, leaning forward so he was a few inches from my face “Yeah. Maybe I am a freak, but I think you’d like it” I opened my mouth, about to respond saying that he was deliberately twisting my words to make then sound sexual.

“Billy, Y/N. This is not your lunch break, back to work” Mrs Green told us off, shaking her head as she continued to write on the board.

Swiftly, Billy grabbed a sheet of paper, moving his seat so he was sat normally at the desk and began scribbling down what was on the board. I blinked a few times before turning and continuing.

As soon as Mrs Green looked away Billy stopped writing and just started drawing shapes on his page to keep himself busy. Sighing to himself, Billy moved his arm and touched his elbow against mine. I froze for a moment, my brain seemed to stop functioning as I looked at his arm for a second before moving away.

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I ignored Billy as I left school, taking a seat on the bus and blankly staring out the window the whole ride home. It was easy to tune out the loud noises my classmates made, my mind was too preoccupied.

Billy being actually nice to me had thrown me off my game.

As I stepped off the bus, I adjusted my backpack strap and Billy jogged down the footpath. Tucking his hands in his pockets as he got to my mailbox.

“Yes?” I asked, confused, glancing over my shoulder to look at some of the people in the bus that were looking out the window at us.

He smirked “Got you so worked up you couldn’t spend another minute with me without throwing yourself at me today, didn’t i?”

The bus started to pull away and I scoffed, looking at Billy unimpressed. “Oh of course, i’ve had nothing but you on my mind all day”

“Really?”

“No!” I groan, turning away from him and starting to walk up my driveway. Billy followed after me quickly, and I spun to point at him as I pulled open the front door “Down boy. Sit. Stay.”

“If you’re going to treat me like a dog you could at least call me a good boy”

“You have to be good for that”

“Do I get in trouble if i’m bad?” He leaned against the doorway and I stared at him for a second before just pushing the door shut in his face.

Going to my room, I put my backpack on my bed and pulled the hair tie off my wrist so I could tie my hair back, looking out my window and seeing Billy standing on the lawn still.

He waved as he recognised that I had spotted him, and in response I pulled my curtains closed, falling back on my bed and sighing in frustration.

“Stop it.” I reprimand myself “He’s not even that cute”

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Saturday. The best day of the week with nobody but me in the house.

Stretching in bed, I debated on if I wanted to stay here just a little longer or get up and grab something to eat. It was 11am and my stomach had woken me up.

Dragging a blanket with me, I happily made my way to the kitchen, I turned on the television and danced around in my pyjamas as I poured cereal into a bowl.

“I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation” I sang quietly, putting bread in the toaster “Living in the past, it's a new generation”

Pouring in milk and then eating a spoonful, the toaster popped and I continued to sing as I buttered one of the pieces

“A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do” A knock at the door caught me off guard and I groaned, quickly running my hands through my hair and grabbing the buttered toast. “An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation”

Biting into the toast and holding it between my teeth, I wiped my hands on my pants and pulled the door open. Billy turned his head to me, leaning against the doorframe and a slow smirk appearing on his face.

“Good morning”

He reached forward, grabbing the toast out of my mouth and leaving my flabbergasted. I chewed the bite of toast in my mouth as he shrugged and took a bite.

“What are you doing here?” And why were you taking the food right out of my mouth

“Is it so strange that I want to spend time with you, gorgeous?”

“Yes, actually” I crossed my arms over my stomach, remembering that this shirt was a little cropped and my midriff was exposed.

He took another bite of the toast, pushing off the doorframe and walking right into my house without an invitation “You just wake up?” He asked, looking around. He looked at a picture of me as kid on the wall and pointed to the frame “You were cute, what happened?”

“You can’t just want into my home and tell me I got uglier”

“Never said that” He shrugged “Said you were cute, called you gorgeous not even a minute ago. You got hearing issues or something?”

Dumbfounded, I dropped my hands to my sides and stood there. Staring at him as he continued looking around.

He picked my blanket off the floor as he finished the toast, draping it over the back of the couch before taking a seat and looking at what was playing on the tv.

“Are you going to close the door?” He said after a minute, bringing me back to earth. I closed the front door and moved, turning off the tv and standing in front of it.

“I’m trying to enjoy my day”

“You’ll enjoy it more with me” He grinned,. patting the seat beside him. “I know it, Y/N”

“You don’t even know me”

“So?” From his face, I could tell he was getting annoyed and trying to hide it “I’m trying to”

Oh. Was he angry that I wasn’t letting him try to be my friend? I don’t know how long I stood there in deep thought, but Billy had quirked his head to the side and a small dirty blonde ringlet of hair slid across his forehead slowly.

“Fine” I huff, feigning aggravation. Billy smiles and i take a seat on the couch, leaving a space big enough for another person between us. “Do you want to just watch a movie?”

“Let's play spin the bottle” He offers

Rolling me eyes, an action I found myself doing often when in his company, I pursed my lips and shook my head at him “There's only two of us”

“So you're saying it would be easier if we just made out?” He raised an eyebrow, putting one hand on the back of the couch and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“No, i'm saying i'm not playing your games”

“But I know you want to kiss me. I can tell” He seemed so sure of himself, as if me not throwing him out of the house immediately was confirmation enough that I was having conflicting feelings about him lately.

“Sure you can” I say sarcastically “How exactly can you 'tell'?”

“It’s in your eyes. Your breathing pattern changes when i get close enough.” He moved forward, staring deeply into my eyes only a few inches from my face as if he could see my soul and I tried to look anywhere but his face. “And I don't think you noticed, but you're balling your fists pretty tight”

I looked down at my lap, and sure enough, I had gathered the fabric of my pyjama pants in little clumps. I released my first and cleared my throat, looking back up at him, right in the eyes the time so he wouldn’t get the better of me.

“That's because i'm annoyed you're getting in my personal space” I force myself to scoff at him, sinking slighting into the couch.

“Okay, and if I do this you're still annoyed?” Billy used his hand to move a piece of my unbrushed hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear carefully. His hand lingered, slowly trailing down my neck as he pulled his hand away.

“Yes” I said defensively, hoping he couldn’t hear the little voice in my head that was definitely screaming.

“Uh huh” He nodded, moving back to his original sitting position. “Got anything else to eat?”

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to be continued…

- new read billy’s retelling here!

tags: @im-julessssss @m-rae23 @moonie-brbs @iamaslutforcoffee (great username by the way) @kenny-power @billy-hargroves-wife @maackiimoo + i can’t reply to comments sorry, if you comment for part 3 you’ll be tagged !

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mindninjax · 3 years ago

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What Once Was Mine

Pairing: Kirishima x Bakugo x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 13.2K (I'm so sorry)

Warnings: Angst, , Sex pollen, Extremely Dubious Content/ Noncon (because of the sex pollen just in case), Love Triangle, Breath play, Spit roasting, Double Penetration, Cumflation, Some Degradation, Praise, Breeding, a little Bit of Rimming, sooooo much cum, Spit, Some KrBk action., some butt stuff bahaha,yannow fingies in booty

a/n: OK here it is. First fic for the Tales of the Dark Arts. This fic gave me GRIEFFFF goodness gracious. A huge goddamn thank you to my wife @whats-her-quirk for beta reading this and helping me SO much with this. I love you forever my darling. OK soooo it's angsty ok sorry I admit it. But it's a spoopy story it's gotta be! So I decided to take out the warning for the alternate ending. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this. Please go easy on me ok? IT's my first threesome fic and I am so fucking nervous. As always I appreciate everyone who clicks on this and gets through the entire thing because it is a MONSTER. Without further ado... here we go.

It’s not him. It’s not him anymore.

He’s in your sights, red spiky hair burning your eyes as the crosshair lines up perfectly between his eyebrows. It’s cool outside, the crisp October wind bites your cheek. It feels too cold to be October. If the world were normal you’d be picking pumpkins right now, hand in hand with the man you love as he smiled and looked at you like you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him.

If.

A gruff voice intrudes your thoughts. It’s intense, agitated, and worried. “If you can’t do it I ca—“

“I can do it, Katsuki.”

His words are sliced by your tone and your eyes never leave the scope as you watch your target through the window, waltzing proudly around the apartment, your apartment.

You feel a big hand on the small of your back rub gently up and down your spine trying to soothe you. His arm drapes over you protectively as you perch with the huge sniper poised against your shoulder. He’s warm, his touch tender and wrong, yet it does its job in keeping you calm and making you feel safe. It should be innocent, maybe even accepted considering you two might actually be the last two alive in the city.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Katsuki’s hot glare burns the side of your face. The talk the two of you had before scaling up this building to sit on the roof across from your old home nestles in your brain and clouds your thoughts.

He’d held your face between his hands and made you look deep into his crimson eyes as he spoke. His thumb moved over the soft skin of your cheek, his lips pursed and the edges of them twitched like he was holding something back.

“I’ll take the shot. You don’t gotta worry about it.”

“No. It should be me. I’ll do it.”

“Tch, don’t try to be a fucking hero. I promised him I’d--”

“I know what you promised him, but I’m not gonna let him stay one of those things forever. I can do this.”

“Fine. But don’t you fucking die.”

A distant scrape of shoes on gravel pulls you back to reality, both your and Katsuki’s heads whipping around toward the direction of the foreign sound. You drop the gun as Katsuki puts a finger to his lips and urges you to keep quiet. He coils into a defensive crouch, taking a small step toward the sound before you grasp his arm tightly. You widen your eyes and shake your head, digging your fingers into his muscles.

Don’t go.

He reaches out for you, his hand caressing your cheek as his eyes soften and again his lips twitch with an unspoken confession. You see the softness in his eyes, the vulnerability before it fades quickly and his eyebrows furrow.

He swipes his hand from your face and grips the barrel of the gun, turning it back toward the window of your apartment. He looks pointedly down at it, then at the window and back to you with a scolding glower.

Don’t you fucking miss.

Panic bubbles in your gut as he takes another step toward the noise and you reposition your aim back to your target. He’s right. You have to finish this. He looks back over his shoulder and you flash him a pleading look in response.

You can feel tears pooling in your eyes but you take a deep breath to try and hold them back. He sighs quietly then tiptoes back over to wrap you in a tight hug. You bury your face in his neck sighing at his warmth. He grinds his teeth, like he’s struggling to keep his composure, then he quickly kisses the top of your head before pulling you back and whispering.

“Don’t. Die.”

He nods once and then he’s slinking back into the darkness toward the noise and you’re lining up your shot again. The wind licks at the back of your neck as you think to yourself over and over, please be ok and it’s not him anymore. You take a deep breath, still your trembling shoulders, place your finger on the trigger and peep through the scope again.

The breath leaves your lungs in a second as angry red eyes peer back at you through the scope. He’s seen you. You’re finished.

A sharp pain on the back of your head radiates through your body and you can’t make anything else out. A name muttered from your lips as you fall back onto the gravel of the roof is the last thing your attacker hears before you lose consciousness.

“Eiji.”

And then, darkness.

When you come to, dancing colors swirling behind your lids fade into one. Red. Your eyes flutter open and you can see plush red carpet. You try to flex your limbs, and realize you can’t move. Your toes dig into the soft carpet, wrists struggling against something—rope? Maybe?—and your head feels heavy, like you can barely raise it. It takes what feels like hours for you to understand you're tied to a chair. Your head aches and there’s something sticky dripping down the side of your face.

Tapping. There’s something tapping in the room with you. It’s annoying and it hurts. It’s tapping against a pain nerve in your head and you’re hopelessly wishing it would stop. There's too much red, it spells out anger, frustration, danger. The room smells damp, like suffocating wet musty air that pushes on your lungs. You cough and for the first time since waking up you realize you’re not alone in the room.

“Hey! Finally awake, sleepy head?”

The voice is familiar, but not. It’s chipper and comforting but forced. It doesn’t elicit the feeling of relief or joy it would’ve months ago. Still, if you don’t think too hard about it, you can almost trick yourself into thinking it’s ok.

“Eijirou?” you look up at him, hopeful, leaning forward in your chair. He’s leaning against the bedpost, tapping his fingers against the wooden footboard and smiling a big goofy grin at you.

You blink; that bed post looks familiar. In fact, this entire room looks familiar. In addition to the red feeling too overbearing, it’s also strangely comforting. You shift your eyes quickly to check out your surroundings.

There’s a black comforter and bedspread on the bed, neatly made with comfortable looking pillows propped up. Two wooden bedside tables sit on either side of the bed. A large dresser in the corner, lined with perfumes and lotions, long flowy red curtains that hang down to the floor near the sliding doors that lead to the balcony. And lastly, the painting perched above the bed of two people happily gazing into each other’s eyes, a diamond ring on the woman’s finger.

Your eyes burn with tears as you stare at the painting, the man’s spiky red hair and sharp toothed grin is more than beautiful and the woman looks completely smitten with her lover.

This is your bedroom. The room you used to share with Eijirou before...

“Yeah babe, in the flesh! Didya miss me?”

The man speaking bounds up to you like an excited dog. He stands before you and you study his features closely. He certainly looks like Eijirou, but there’s something off about him. His smile feels a little too happy, pulled too tight like a doll who’s had their mouth sewn into a smile. It isn’t authentic. It isn’t him.

“Y...you’re not him,” you say sadly, dropping your head.

The imposter scoffs, clearly taken aback by your words. “What’re ya talking about babe? Of course it’s me.”

Every time it speaks it rips at the hole in your chest. It feels like you can’t breathe. How could anyone know how terrifying it was to look at someone you thought you knew and have it so clearly not be them? Especially when your heart desperately wished it would be them.

“Stop. Stop! Stop pretending to be him. You're not him. You could never be him!” you shout as tears pour down your dirty cheeks.

The invader chuckles, and it’s not light or fun, it’s evil and slimy and it makes your skin crawl.

“Aww come on. The last thing I want is to see my pretty girl cry,” it says.

You seethe at the nickname falling from this thing’s dirty lips. A name only reserved for you from the man you love. Clearly, it’s toying with you.

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. Don’t you fucking dare,” you hiss, anger pulsing through your veins.

The monster bends down on its knees in front of you and moves uncomfortably close to your face. You can feel its warm breath on you and it almost makes you gag.

“Or what? Will you kill me? You couldn’t pull the trigger on the roof. What makes right now any different?”

It doesn’t smile, it doesn’t assure you everything’s ok. It doesn’t do anything your Eijirou would do. When it smiles it’s wicked, when it speaks only filth comes out. It’s dirty, disgusting and bile rises in your throat when you think about that thing crawling around inside of him and using him as it’s puppet. It’s eyes look far away. There’s no warmth, no personality. Your Eijirou is gone.

Yet it feeds on your unsureness, your wavering resolve in killing him—no, it. Eijirou would never want to be used by it. You’d be saving him. It’s only right to end him. And after, they can have you. It won’t matter when he’s gone. Nothing will matter in a world without Eiji. You’ve already lost him. How is killing him any different?

So why couldn’t you shoot? Why couldn’t you pull the trigger? Why is there a lump in your throat, burning at the idea of losing the man you love?

No. He’s already gone. It is not him. You spit a huge glob of congealed liquid in its face.

“Fuck you,” you hiss as viciously as you can.

It slowly stands, wiping the mess from where it landed between its eyes and nose. The calm, malicious look on its face is so foreign to you, it really does look like a completely different person. Then it lifts its huge, hulking arm back, muscles flexing as it stretches and slaps you hard across the face.

The momentum causes the chair to topple backward, your cheek burns and you’re brought to tears from the heat of its slap. When your head knocks against the floor, you accidentally bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood. The searing pain spreads up the side of your face and as much as you try, you can’t stop the tears from flowing.

It stands the chair back up right and you glare at it, wincing at the salty tears flowing into the cut on your lip.

“You should mind your manners. What would your little friend think if he saw you acting like this?”

You gasp. Is it talking about Katsuki? You look up at it now, wide eyes pleading for an explanation. “What did you do to Katsuki?”

“You’ll find out soon enough babe.”

No. Did they get him too? What did it mean “find out soon enough”? Did those things turn him into one of them? He’s all you had left. You feel like you’ve been hit in the chest too many times. It’s hard to breathe, your heart doesn’t just hurt, it aches.

Katsuki’s face flashes in your memory. You can almost feel his hands caressing your cheek again, wiping away the tears that involuntarily pour down your face at the thought of losing him. You remember the gentle press of his lips on your head and how tight he held you. His last words to you.

Don’t. Die.

The invader bends down next to your face again. It buries its face in your neck and inhales deeply as you lean away from it in disgust.

“You smell good. I knew you would be perfect,” it whispers against your cheek.

“Perfect for what?”

“Reproduction of course. It’s a species' primary goal. To reproduce.” It shrugs it’s shoulders as if this is obvious.

Is that what they’re doing? You’d noted to Katsuki when the two of you were researching if the hosts were able to be saved that the invaders never seemed interested in “taking over” the women. They were always captured and taken away while the men were regurgitated on and taken over by the parasites.

You curl your lip up in disgust. “If you think I’m going to let you do anything to me, you--”

“I’m not stupid. Our species happens to be far more advanced than yours. So don’t worry. I have a solution.” It smiles wickedly, breathes in deeply then exhales.

The air is cloudy and thick all of a sudden. Something wistful like smoke surrounds you. It billows up and around your nose, but it moves like it has a mind of its own. It reminds you of the smoke in old cartoon shows, beckoning to the characters, drawing them in with its seductive grip.

Seductive? What? Why would you be thinking about that at a time like this? You try to shake your head, clear your mind, focus on what’s happening right in front of you, but the view is starting to fade away. Your eyes feel heavy, but you don’t feel sleepy; there’s something, something you can’t explain, but something sitting heavy like a rock in your stomach.

As it continues to sit, it moves down between your legs and feels as if it’s vibrating. It feels good and you hum a little to yourself. The bedroom changes into a scene of you being rocked calmly back and forth in a boat on high waves. It’s soothing, safe, everything feels right.

Eiji’s voice is in your ear and again you hum in amusement. He sounds as if he’s singing to you, and when he holds your arms, loosening something that’s making your wrists feel heavy, you giggle and thank him for removing them.

“Oh, that didn’t take long at all,” Eijirou says with a smirk.

He lifts you up then, pulling you into his arms and you stumble like a newborn deer into his chest. You look up at him with a goofy grin and he leans in, puckering his lips to kiss you. This is what you’ve been waiting for. To kiss your Eiji again. You stand up on your tiptoes, leaning in to his advance.

Suddenly an explosion flips the boat you're lying in and sends you crashing into the deep rocking waves. The scene melts away and it becomes painfully clear it was all in your head. You see broken glass and Katsuki standing with a gun pointed at...you. He’s breathing heavily and looks vicious, like he wants to attack you. But why? Why would he want to attack you?

You feel a huge hand wrap around you and grasp your throat tightly. You cough trying to gasp air into your lungs but the hand constricts your air passage. You can feel a hard body on your back, you can’t move but that heavy thing is still sitting and vibrating between your thighs.

“Take your filthy fucking hands off of her,” Katsuki says to you. No, not to you, to the thing behind you.

That’s right. Suddenly it’s clear again and you remember your situation. The alien is using you as a shield. It drugged you somehow, made you see things that weren't there and feel tingly and weird. But how? You meet Katsuki’s eyes and he tries to give you a quick expression that asks if you’re ok. You try to nod but the parasite chokes you so you can’t speak or move.

“Or what dude? You’ll shoot me? Good luck shootin’ around her. You’re good, but your aim isn’t that good. ” the thing says. It pisses you off how it tries to mimic the way Eiji speaks.

You see Katsuki’s finger twitching on the trigger. The stupid thing is right. Katsu won’t risk hurting you to kill it. More of the wispy smoke floats around the room. It slowly snakes over to Katsuki and he fans it away in annoyance. It clicks then, the smoke. That’s what drugged you. If it infects Katsu too, your enemy could easily kill him when he starts to hallucinate like you did. You have to warn him.

The imposter Eijirou tightens his grip around your throat. His fingers squeeze, constricting your trachea and stopping air from reaching your lungs.You can’t speak and the more you try, the tighter it squeezes on your throat. Your mind is already hazy, thoughts tumbling messily around your head like clothes spinning in a washing machine. You watch in horror as the smoke slips into Katsuki’s nostrils and he falls to his knees, rubbing his eyes and coughing.

You try to call out to him but the squeezing sensation of Eijirou’s large rough hands—hands your body has become used to and reacts accordingly—makes your mind change the danger into something more erotic. You moan pathetically as the invader pulls you closer to his body.

What was that? Is it the work of the toxin in your system? Is that what it does? Make you horny? It doesn’t matter, you need to warn Katsuki. You try again to call out to him.

“K...Katsu.. Katsuki… get out of here! Please!” you wheeze, reaching out to him.

He winces at the sound of the mewls of pleasure that tumble from your lips at the end of your plea. You can see his brows furrowed in determination and desperation. He’s not going to leave you.

He’s going to get himself killed.

“Wow babe, I get captured and you immediately start fucking my best friend? Did you even love me? Or were you waiting for me to be captured so you two could make your move?” The leech speaks again, using Eijirou’s cadence but words he’d never say, especially to you.

“Shut the fuck up! Stop talkin�� like you’re him. You ain’t Ejirou. You’re just wearing his skin. Eijirou’s dead!” Resembling a rabid dog, foaming spit drops from Katsuki’s lips as he gnashes his teeth at the imposter. He’s holding his stomach, groaning in pain, eyes wide and breathing heavy.

With him incapacitated, the alien gains the confidence to loosen its grip on your neck. It holds tight to your wrist and yanks you down with it when it crouches on its knees to stare Katsuki in the eyes.

“He’s not dead. He’s in here with me. And he’s asking the same thing,” it replies, smirking and showing Eiji’s pearly sharp teeth. It’s wrong, it’s evil.

“He says he saw how you looked at her before. He knows you’re in love with her. He knows you wanna fuck her.”

Katsu groans inappropriately when the alien mentions fucking you. Then he shakes his head and blinks in confusion. “Fuck. What’s happening to me?”

You feel like you’re drowning, like you’re trying to keep your head up above the crashing waves, but you call out to Katsuki to make sure he’s safe. The calming, pleasurable voice of Eijirou’s imposter is beneath the waves and is a little stronger. You’re ready to give in.

There’s a biting pain burning inside you now, shooting through your limbs. The heavy vibrating between your thighs accelerates into a searing fire and it only disappears when you feel hot breath on your neck.

“Katsu…” You moan his name but it doesn’t sound like you’re worried for him. You’re beckoning to him, you want him to be the one touching you right now.

His cock is standing at attention in his pants and judging from the way he’s grinding his teeth and huddling over holding his stomach, it’s agony. He tries as best as he can to hide it, but there’s no mistaking the rising tent. He’s scrambling, trying to stay away from you and your siren-like moans. You’re ashamed to think it, but the bulge in his pants looks delicious, leaking and glistening precum that is soaking through the fabric of his pants. You lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together.

“That’s a shame, you know. Once you’ve inhaled that toxin, you’re basically useless to us. It’s not meant for human men. Makes you want to breed. And if you don’t, you die. Perfect way to get you out of my hair, though,” the sadistic creature says nonchalantly.

Die? Katsuki could die from this?

It turns and gives you a reassuring smirk.”Same goes for you babe. You either fuck or die. But don’t you worry, I won’t let that happen to you. Hope you’re ready.” It blows you a kiss and you want to gag. The parasite’s evil little words slither into your ear and break through your sensual confusion.

It shrugs and stands again, pulling you to the dresser and propping you up to sit down. Katsuki sits helplessly in the corner, thrashing and pulling at his clothes like they’re burning him. He watches helplessly as the invader slowly sheds its clothes and then yours. The cool air from the broken window nips at your budding breasts and it’s a relief to the burning quickly swimming it’s way up your entire body.

Katsuki looks mortified as he watches the man appraise you, palming your tits, squeezing your hips and biting its lip as it takes in your glorious figure. You can’t help the moans that escape you as it touches you.

You want to be quiet, to bite your tongue clean off so it doesn’t get the satisfaction, but you aren’t strong enough to go against what the toxin is doing to your mind and body.

“F...fight it…. You...idiot…” he grunts angrily at you.

He’s trying to readjust the tent in his pants but it only makes you groan louder, lick your lips, and beg more for him.

“Katsu… want you… it… hurts… Eiji… please… please fuck me…” you mumble.

You hear a disapproving “tsk” in front of you. “What a slut. A fucking slut. Doesn’t matter who’s dick it is, you just want it huh? You’ll fuck two best friends just for relief? You’ll fuck me even though I’m not your precious Eijirou. Pathetic. Weak. All of you humans are weak. The sooner we find the rest of you who are hiding out, the better.”

Then the foreign creature bends down in front of you. It pushes your legs apart as you sit with your ass propped on the edge of the dresser. It sniffs you again, and you hear a low growl and see it stroke its cock. Right before it buries its face between your legs, it sneers at Katsuki.

“You can watch me fuck her, Katsuki. You should be used to watching from the sidelines.”

Your mind goes blank when its tongue licks languidly through your slick covered lips. All your mind can focus on is the pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands drop to tangle your fingers in its spiky red hair and you push your cunt onto its face, craving friction on your clit.

You sink beneath the calming waves and fall into the comforting arms and tongue of Eijirou. Time no longer exists. Everything stands still and the only thing moving is Eijirou’s tongue flicking against your clit.

Eiji’s always been good at eating you out. Of course he has, he knows your body better than anyone. Why had you been fighting this before? This is the man you love, the man you’ve always loved.

That fact is cemented when he pushes his tongue inside your pussy and you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut. This is Eiji, you’re confident now, it has to be. There’s no way it couldn’t be him. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to make you feel this way, right?

“F..Fuck…fuck...ah...I’m gonna c...come…” A rough husky growl suddenly punctures the moment.

That voice sounds familiar and again it slices through the thick fog inside your head. It’s a growl, a pained growl that, despite stating it was in ecstasy, sounded desperate and pitiful. There’s a small tingling in your gut that tells you something’s wrong and you grasp it just long enough to pull yourself back above the hypnotic waves.

You look at the man between your legs. He’s not looking at you, but still tongue fucking you like a man who knows exactly how to pleasure a woman. It’s like he’s studied it for centuries but he's not looking at you. You intake a sharp breath as he nibbles on your clit and for the first time it’s not a sound of pleasure.

This is not Eijirou. Eiji would look at you, he’d look into your eyes the entire time. He’d make sure you knew by just looking at him that he loved you with everything in him. He’d want to see the pleasure on your face, the way your tongue would fall out of your mouth, and the drunken smile that stained your lips will he feasted on you.

You take a second to look around the room and your eyes fall on Katsuki, now naked and sitting slumped against the bedroom wall, watching you. His hair is plastered to his forehead, veins popping out of his head and down his neck. He’s flushed an angry red, and tears are flowing down his face as his hand moves furiously up and down his cock.

The muscles in his arm are flexing and he’s lifting his hips and fucking his fist frantically. He’s muttering something as his eyes stay fixed on you and your heaving chest. When you make eye contact, you finally make out what he’s muttering.

“I’m… I’m coming for you… don’t… fuck oh fuck… don’t worry… won’t...let it...do this…” he struggles between grunts and groans and pants.

Your heart wrenches in your chest as the peaks of an orgasm creep upon you. You twist your fingers into Eijirou’s hair, drop your jaw and close your eyes but the orgasm doesn’t come. Instead, you wriggle and try to push him away. You can’t focus on the pleasure now, not while Katsuki is suffering.

You’re panting, the ruined orgasm hurts, especially as the invader continues to lap at your cunt.You find your voice and it’s weak but persistent.

“Eiji…. Please… Please.. He’ll die…” you beg him. It doesn’t let up on your clit and you moan but try to keep yourself above the waves.

“You wanna fuck him that bad, huh? Won’t come for me, but I bet you’ll come for him, won’t ya?” it breathes against your inner thigh, running its teeth against your soft skin.

It makes you shiver but you keep your attention fixed on Katsuki suffering in the corner. Then you quickly grab Eijirou’s cheeks and make it look into your eyes. You ignore its slick covered face and its wicked smile, holding it tightly and staring deep into its eyes.

He has to still be in there. He has to. If he is, he’ll come back for you. He’ll come back if you ask him to save Katsuki.

“Please Eiji…please save him. Don’t you dare let him die. I know you won’t hurt me. I know you wouldn’t let your best friend die. Please Eiji...Please I love you.”

You pour everything into each word you speak to him. Every word is saturated with the emotion you felt after losing him forever. Tears pour endlessly down your face, you’re speaking through hiccups and holding its face so tightly your fingers leave indentations in its cheeks.

Suddenly its eyes go blank and its body goes limp. it’s no longer holding you tight against the dresser. Its hand drops away from your thighs and it staggers away from you. You blink in confusion but take the quick moment of reprieve to dash over to Katsuki’s slumped body.

You hug him tightly and he groans in pleasure the second your heated skin comes in contact with his. He kisses your shoulder, still pumping his cock and grunting.

“Katsuki, hey, it’s ok. I’ll get you out of here ok?” you say trying to help him stand.

“No… fuck.. Just make it...stop… I need you to make the fucking pain stop…” he growls.

He looks into your eyes and licks his lips. Hungry crimson eyes travel down your naked body. His lustful gaze triggers the toxin in your blood and you almost push him down and sink down onto his cock right there.

Your name is spoken behind you and both you and Katsuki pause in shock.

When it speaks it’s different, it’s warm, it sounds like home and you spin around to see Eijirou, your Eijirou, stumbling toward you with his arms outstretched. You hobble toward him, pulled like a magnet and he catches both you and Katsuki in his big strong arms.

“Eiji, Eiji, you’re back? You’re back. I love you. I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. I always will.” You plaster kisses all over his face, sobbing as you speak. He grabs you tight and props you up against his huge body, laughing and crying with you.

“I always come when you call, don’t I, pretty girl?” he says in his soft raspy voice. It sounds right, the name sounds so right and it only makes you sob and wrap your arms around his neck again.

“Shh I know. I know. I love you too baby. I’m sorry for everything I said,” he says, kissing your cheek.

“That wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t you,” you wheeze nuzzling your face into his chest. He shushes you again, and rubs your hair to calm you down. You almost forget Katsuki is there until you hear him groan in pain again.

“Fuck Ei, I...is it really you?” he asks incredulously through pained gasps.

“Yeah man, it’s me. Thanks for keeping her safe. I knew you would.” Eiji winks, actually winks, at his best friend as if this situation isn’t dire and it surprisingly makes you feel a little better.

“K… Kirishima… you better not...fucking die on us...we’ll come back for you..” Katsuki tries to be serious, he uses his family name to cement his promise.

“No way am I letting this thing take me out,” he responds, pulling Katsuki closer to him and giving him a reassuring nod.

You’re no longer able to hold back the searing pain in your gut. It swells back up again, burning your insides and demanding for you to be fucked one of the two men present.

“Eiji...please… it hurts… and Katsu… he....”

“I know, baby. I’m gonna make it go away ok? I promise.” He looks at Katsuki tucked under his armpit and then over to the large bed, a plan forming in his mind. “I’ll make it go away for both of you.”

He smiles at you like he’s proud of you and you swear you’ll never get enough of the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in his life. You can tell he’s trying to figure something out as his forehead creases and he looks back and forth between you and Katsuki . Something clicks in his mind and his shoulders slump.

“I know what we gotta do,” he announces, gazing at both of you sadly.

He holds you both against his body, grabs Katsuki’s hand and places it on your naked breast. Katsuki squeezes it and both you and he moan at the same time. Then his eyes grow wide as he snaps out of his pleasurable haze and quickly snatches his hand away glaring at his friend.

“The fuck are you doin Ei?”

“The thing said fuck or die. You know what you gotta do,” he jabs a finger into his chest and Katsuki hisses in pain.

“Fuck that! It could’ve been lying just to play mind games! Maybe...shit...maybe if we come it’ll be fine.”

Eiji sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. “Kats, it's ok. I unde-”

Katsuki grips Eiji’s shirt, moves really close to his face and snarls, “I am not gonna fuck your girl Ei.”

You jump in to try and ease the tension, pushing Katsuki back from Eiji’s face. “Maybe Katsu is right. When the alien thing was… you know… on the dresser… it felt good and the pain was going away but I didn’t finish and it still hurts so...maybe…”

You trail off, partly from the pain and partly because you don’t know what else to say. Eijirou sighs after a minute and nods in agreement.

“Ok let’s do this,” he replies in determination.

Eijirou places you and Katsuki down on the bed softly. You crawl away from them, prop yourself up on the pillows, open your legs, and thrust your fingers into your cunt. You’ll try to help yourself, Eiji can deal with Katsu. It’s the least you can do after both of them have constantly put their lives on the line for you.

He flashes you a worried glance and you shake your head and assure him you can handle it yourself. When you start to moan and hang your head back, he grasps Katsuki’s cock in his hulking fist. The second he makes contact with it, Katsuki moans like an actor in a naughty movie. Eijirou smiles warmly and slips his hand up and down, tightening his grip as the tip of Katsuki’s dribbling head peaks out of his fist.

Katsuki throws his head back, a long winded “Fuckkkk'' escaping him as he shuts his eyes and thrusts up into Eiji’s hand. It’s so erotic and tender. But it’s what you should expect from Eiji. Katsuki reaches out to play with Ejirou’s heavy balls and you hear an intake of sharp breath and a quiet moan.

“Unf, that feels good Kats. You’re doing good, man,” he praises.

You watch them both with lidded eyes, curling your fingers up to press against the spongy center inside you. They’re both so beautiful, two men you care deeply for pleasuring each other and it only makes you wetter and louder as Katsuki’s breathing increases.

“F…fuck Eiji…don’t…don’t stop,” Katsuki whimpers.

It shocks you how vulnerable he sounds right now and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to liking it a lot more even beyond the toxin’s influence. His eyebrows are furrowed, he’s biting his lip, whining and blushing and craving more of Eiji’s touch. You wish for just a second that you could be the one making him look like that.

Eijirou grunts as Katsuki wraps a hand around his cock and he pushes his hips forward to fuck into his fist. You rub hard circles on your clit, legs tensing up as your walls clench around your own fingers. You can tell Eiji’s been trying to keep his cool, determined to be the one to help his best friend.

The way he grinds his teeth and bites his fist, the way the muscles in his neck flex, how his breath hitches, it’s delicious—you’ll admit it. The pleasure proves to be too strong for him though and he loses himself in the moment. He grabs Katsuki’s head, fisting his fingers into his hair.

“Suck, Katsuki,” he commands in a gruff tone and somehow it still has that loving Eiji likeness you’ve always known.

Katsuki opens his mouth immediately and takes Eiji’s cock down his throat. He moans around it, gagging as Eijirou continues to pleasure him, wet squelching paps echoing throughout the room.

Through hazy eyes you see Katsuki’s head bob up and down, pink lips wrapped tightly around Eijirou’s cock. He’s being so obedient, eager to please the man in front of him. You’re envious of the soft way Eiji holds Katsuki’s chiseled jaw, guiding his face closer and closer to the thick bush of black hair nestled around the base of his cock. Sweet praise drips like honey from Eiji’s lips and it only drives Katsuki to take more of him down his throat.

“So good Kats, you suck dick like a champ,” he says, patting his head.

Where you’re sure Katsuki would roll his eyes at the praise, and spit some comment back about always being a champ, he doesn’t. His reaction is foreign, like everything in this situation. This thought also excites you, the waves of arousal the toxin creates beat against your skull and you catch yourself moaning louder, and growing wetter.

Katsuki moans, almost whimpers like a puppy craving praise for performing a trick when Eiji pats his head. Sucking with more gusto, his face glistens with spit as he succumbs to the toxin’s libido-increasing fog.

You rub harder, pump your fingers faster and deeper inside yourself, clawing up to the cusp of your release. Adding another finger to your squishy cunt envelops the room in wet, lewd noises that drive the sensual atmosphere. Eiji throws his head back, his thick Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat, and he stops pumping Katsuki’s dick to hold in his impending orgasm.

You whine when Eiji pushes Katsuki onto his back on the bed and sits between his legs comfortably. A pitiful groan from Katsuki rings out in the room. The absence of Eiji’s hand on his cock makes him whiny. The massive redhead smirks a cocky grin, licking his lips as he looks at the naked body below him. Pink dusts his friend’s cheeks and he reluctantly pulls away from Eiji’s leaking tip, panting and grinding his teeth. It’s clear he wants more as he reaches out to run his hands down Eijirou’s abs.

“You want me Katsuki?” Eijirou asks in a husky voice.

It takes everything in you not to answer instead. You want his hands on you, you want Katsuki’s feverish kisses down your body, anything to make the white hot pain in your belly and cunt go away.

Katsuki can only groan in response. He looks at you with your fingers shoved in your cunt, breasts heaving up and down as you stare into both of their eyes. His eyes are sullen and desperate when he looks at you. Is he contemplating refusing? His brows furrow in frustration and he grunts a painful affirmation as if he’s made his mind up about something.

“Y…yeah…fuck, just make the pain go away,” he hisses through his teeth.

His voice is agony, defeated, full of suffering but littered with desire. He wants Eiji, but he doesn’t like that he wants him and you can hear it in every pained syllable he grunts out. Lack of control has always been frightening to him, you’ve known this for a while now. It can’t be easy on him to know that he’s begging for his best friend to fuck him especially considering...

Suddenly nothing else matters to you other than holding him. You’re ashamed of your previous selfish thoughts and decide you won’t let the toxin fuck with your head like that again. You crawl over, the pain in his voice forcing you to abandon your own orgasm. Your own plight is a floating memory in the wind, cast aside for something more important.

Pushing the ravenous need to be stuffed full of either of them aside, you focus on his grimace. Your hands are glistening with your own juices and when you reach Katsuki and hold his face in your hands, he inhales sharply. He tries to move away from you, clawing at the blankets so he doesn’t kiss or lick or take you right here. You don’t notice that Eiji has moved to grab the tiny bottle of lube the two of you keep in the nightstand.

He coats two of his thick fingers in lube, but Katsuki’s gaze stays fixed on you. You rub his hair, trying to calm him and let him know touching you is ok. He’s growling low, pupils blown as he gives in and litters kisses up your wrists. You break his stare to look at Eijirou again and right as he pushes his finger into Katsuki’s puckered hole, you give him an affirming nod.

Katsuki groans when he feels Eijirou’s finger plunge inside his tight heat. He hisses and grunts, grabbing his own cock and pumping it feverishly. The veins in his forehead and neck are so prominent he looks as if he’ll explode from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Ei...feels so fucking good… don’t stop… please.” he begs.

He pulls your hand to his lips and sucks the slick from your fingers. His eyes roll so far in his skull you can only see white. Drool drips from the side of his mouth and when Eiji adds another finger, he moans and swirls his tongue around your digits. “You...you taste so good… fuck I’m… sorry Ei…”

“Shh it’s ok Katsu,” you say in a soft whisper.

Eijirou focuses on pumping his finger in and out, hooking it up to hit a spot that makes Katsu sing with delicious praise and pathetic mewls. He looks relieved, so incredibly relieved that his friend is no longer in pain and again it is a poignant reminder of how amazing the man you love is.

Katsu’s cock twitches and your mouth waters. Grinding your teeth and trying to push down the ache in your cunt again, you quickly move Katsuki’s hand from his own cock and wrap your fist around it tightly. You’re determined to help him too and you’re relieved when he doesn’t push you away from him. He thrust his hips up into your grip, red mushroomed head peeking out the top of your fist with every lithe movement.

Pulsing heat in your hand, Katsuki’s cock seems to grow harder and harder. You watch his face grow redder, his voice raspier, and yet the more he climbs the mountain of pleasure, the more pain he seems to be in. Eijirou curses under his breath while pumping his own dick and coating it in his own precum.

He speaks through clenched teeth, “Come on Kats, I know you can do it. Come for me. You’re doing so well.”

Soft praise and gentle caresses from Eiji’s rough hands makes Katsuki convulse in pleasure. You didn’t know how susceptible he was to praise. Big strong Katsu always assured you he wasn’t weak and didn’t need anything, capable of protecting you from every danger.

You swallow a lump in your throat then join Eiji in the praise.

“So good Katsu. You’re so strong and brave, my strong man, my hero,” you whisper sweetly. Somehow your sweet voice is enough to send Katsuki over the edge.

You tighten your grip as Katsuki thrusts up into your palm one last time before shooting hot ropes of cum all over his abs and your hand. As he catches his breath, you watch it pool in the creases of his abs, watch how his body twitches in pleasure and how he mumbles something to himself you can’t make out.

You have to talk yourself out of licking the milky warm substance from your fingers like it’s ice cream twice. Instead, you clean your hand on the comforter and pull his head close to your naked chest. His usual spiky blonde bangs are flattened against his forehead and you brush them away and kiss it delicately. He’s trembling now and looks up at Eiji like he’s going to cry.

“Why isn’t it working?” you implore desperately, clutching the suffering man closer to you.

Eijirou looks at you, red eyes running down your body and landing on your puffy lips and glistening cunt. Then he looks at Katsuki, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his head between your tits. The veins coursing through his forehead and neck pulse like a strong heartbeat.

When a deep sigh echoes through the room and you catch the torment on your lover’s face, it feels like the world has stopped. A somber realization bellows in the silence of the room.

“Eiji? W...what’s wrong?”

“Not gonna lie, I hoped that making him cum was the answer. It’s clear what has to happen now,” he states.

He reaches out to you and almost instantly you move toward him before you realize you’re still clutching Katsuki. The minute he touches you, the white hot pain you’d been trying to ignore, ignites all over your body and blood pumps aggressively down to your cunt.

It’s as if someone is pushing your head under the toxin’s waves again and holding you there. Like a spell has been cast over your body, it moves on its own. You gasp at his heated touch and crawl to him eagerly, forgetting Katsuki entirely as he writhes and grips the comforter with deadly force.

You plaster your lips against Eiji’s, tongue pushing into his mouth and he groans like a man tasting food for the first time in years. His hand wraps around the back of your head and you purr against his lips.

You taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and briny and mixed with his sweet flavor; it’s euphoric. It feels so good to be kissing him again, his lips moving against yours just like you remembered; his tongue flicks against your teeth, he nibbles your bottom lip and scratches your neck gently. He feels like home. Like it’s where you’ve always belonged.

“Eiji, I missed you...want… want you please…” you whine against his lips.

You don't even sound like you anymore, is this purely the toxin’s work? Concentration on anything other than fucking proves more than difficult in this one moment. He pulls your reluctant body back to stare into your eyes and you’re clawing at the air, desperate to hold him again. He shakes you slightly, trying to bring your focus back to him and it’s the most serious you’ve ever seen him look.

“I know, pretty girl, I promised I’d help you, didn’t I?” he asks in a sweet voice and you nod.

“You gotta do what I say ok? Everything I say, and I’ll make it go away,” he says, pushing your hair away from your face tenderly. His thumb runs over your cheek, wiping away the tears you just realized were flowing.

“Yes… yes everything. I’ll listen,” you say, kissing the edges of his lip and jaw, drunk on his love and agreeing to anything that will make him fill you with his thick cock.

He sighs again, drops a hand to wrap around your waist, and looks at Katsuki who’s watching the two of you with a hint of envy in his grim frown.

“Katsuki, come here, she needs you.”

Both you and Katsuki stare bewildered at Eijirou as he holds a hand out to him. The blonde stares angrily at him. Then puffs up his chest and shakes his head violently.

“No fucking way.”

“Don’t you wanna feel her?” he replies simply.

His voice is surprisingly calm, like he’s not discussing the idea of Katsuki fucking the woman he loves. It’s strange, unnatural but then again, so is this entire situation. Of course Eiji would put his own feelings aside to stop both you and his best friend from suffering.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything. His eyes flash over to you and the way your tits move as your chest heaves up and down, your hard nipples, and finally the tuft of hair that covers what he can only guess is the best pussy he'll ever feel in his life. He looks away quickly, swallowing the truth and burying it deep inside of him.

“Don’t ask me that, Ei,” he grunts. His fists turn white as he grips his thighs, trying not to look at you. He hangs his head in shame.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

It comes out as a sarcastic chuckle and both you and Katsuki know it’s a cover for the hurt he feels.

“N...no Eiji…” you speak through your teeth, the pain of the toxin burning your insides. The potency clouds your vision again, or perhaps it’s the curtain of tears in your eyes.

“Ei…you don’t gotta do this.”

“Man just shut up and do it. She could die and I can’t do anything to save her! The alien thing wanted to mate with her and I think it’s still in me so I can’t…I can’t do it… it has to be you,” His voice breaks and you can see him struggling to finish the sentence. It rips your heart in two.

“You owe me, man.”

You hear Eijirou sniffle, his whole body is trembling as he holds you close to his chest. Yet his face is turned away from you, like he’s ashamed. He doesn’t have to say anything more about what Katsuki owes him. Katsuki’s eyes grow wide and he’s no longer focused on the pain in his stomach. He looks so anguished and confused, and conflicted.

There’s silence for too long, or what feels like too long in your clouded lustful haze. Eijirou’s next sentence breaks the silence and Katsuki reluctance.

“I’ll never forgive you if she dies, Katsuki. So man up and do it!” He explodes, thin red brows pointed angrily down as he snarls like a dangerous wild animal. He’s never looked that angry but you suppose, he’s never had a reason to.

Until now.

A torturous wail rips through the tense atmosphere and you’re surprised when you realize it came from you. There isn’t a word in existence to describe everything you’re feeling right now. Your body trembles, your crying is intermingled with desperation as you squeeze your thighs together.

Your vision goes in and out, unaware of who’s touching you anymore but the hands grip your hips and gently persuade you to lie on your back. Muffled voices sound like underwater conversation in your ears. You’re under the waves again, the toxin blocking out all your senses and enhancing the only thing needed to breed: your libido.

You puff your cheeks and grind your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly and trying to focus on anything but the heat between your legs. How you desperately wish for one of them to cool you down, fill your aching cunt with their seed. There’s suddenly hands on your face, dragging down the sensitive skin of your neck and you shiver and shriek.

“Please… please… it hurts… I need…” you don’t know who you’re talking to but at this point it doesn’t matter. All you crave is relief.

“Hey Sweets…it’s ok…” a voice breathes softly against your collarbone.

You feel soft lips kiss your burning skin and there’s instant relief. You crane your head to the side, exposing more of your neck and groaning. Your eyes are still closed but the voice brings instant comfort, a warmth that feels like soup warming your bones after a cold day. It’s gravelly, the edges of it jagged but sweet and vulnerable.

It hits you then. You know this voice. You’d know it anywhere.

“Katsu,” you breathe and he groans an affirmation when you pull him closer and wrap your legs around his waist.

Your fingers curl into his hair and you kiss his shoulder, nibble his neck, whine like a pitiful little baby searching for its mother.

“I’m here…unf… you’re already so wet for me baby…” he speaks against your collarbone and you can feel his arm slipping between your pressed bodies to swipe against your clit.

When you jerk and lift your hips to feel more of his alleviating stroke, he moves with you, grinding his rock hard dick through your folds. Like a synchronized dance between lovers, your bodies respond to each other naturally.

“Katsu… please make…make it stop… please it hurts,” you beg and plead and cry so much you feel like your throat will go raw.

A cold droplet—a tear you think—on your cheek makes your eyes shoot open and suddenly you’re staring into ruby irises. He's panting, his face is red and drenched in sweat. His tongue hangs out of his mouth like he’s hungry and ready to taste you.

He’s beautiful, he’s always been beautiful. You reach a hand up to brush against his cheek and he kisses your wrist, flicking his tongue to lick it, then bites down, leaving a mark.

“I‘ve wanted you for so long… I’m… oh shit…” he pauses, squeezes his eyes shut at you grinding against his cock, then he mutters a scolding curse to himself before continuing.

“I’m gonna save you and I’m gonna fuck you good, ok? Not just cuz of this fucking toxin. But because…because I…” he pauses again then finishes, ”I'm gonna take care of you,” he says through clenched teeth.

Your heart is beating fast, every thought of your feelings for him pulsing through your body. He lines the tip of his fat cock up with your entrance, a trembling breath escaping him at the anticipation of finally feeling you. He pushes your hair off of your forehead, balancing himself up on his elbows and holding your wide eyed stare.

He taps his cock on your puffy clit three times, garnering your complete attention. “Look at me. Don’t you look away, ya hear me? I told you I’d save you, yeah? I keep my promises. So look at me when I fuck you, ok?” he growls.

He almost shoots a load of cum all over your stomach when your eyes sparkle and you gaze up at him like he’s the only man you’ve ever loved.

“Yes, Katsu.”

You’re sure you see heaven when Katsuki finally pushes into you. You feel the delicious stretch pulling you open as he plunges slowly inside of you. The sound that rumbles from deep within him awakens some primal instinct in you. When he brushes against your cervix, fully cemented inside of your weeping cunt, you dig your nails into his back and hold him there, clenching to make sure he stays.

“Oh shit baby, you… you feel better than anything I’ve ever imagined… fuck… gonna move now…” he says adjusting himself to pull his hips back and snap back into you.

“Yes, yes fuck me. Katsu please,” you chant.

As he strikes up a pace, your mind clouds with only one purpose. Breed. His head is buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, driving into your velvety walls deeper and deeper. He grunts between each thrust and growls like an animal with visceral instincts as he pummels your sloppy cunt.

“Mmm, so good, so good…thank..you…” you whine.

You’re wailing in pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut as the heat in your belly subsides and intensifies the glorious ecstasy of Katsuki’s thick cock stretching your pussy with every drive of his hips. You’re biting into his shoulder and he’s pushing your legs back against your body, angling himself to feel more of you and drown in your essence.

If you’re witnessing heaven during this moment, it must look like every single moment you’ve spent with Katsuki since the invasion. You can see every moment so clearly, feel every one of his past caresses, smell his musky scent when he pushed you behind him to shield you from an enemy.

“Mine… all mine right now… fuck…want to pump you full of my babies,” he’s panting into the crook of your neck, warm breath driving a delicious tingle up your spine. Right now, the thought of being full and round with his child is a dream come true.

You remember the way his large arms wrapped around you when he thought he’d lost you once during a scavenge for food. And lastly, you can feel the rough pads of his fingertips dragging over your skin as you slept peacefully in his arms at the end of another day. You remember his warm breath washing over your face as you drifted off to sleep and the thing he whispered under his breath when he thought you were lost in your dreams.

I love you.

Your eyes pop open as the convoluted knot of eroticism and emotions starts to unravel quickly inside of you. Suddenly your vision is clear as you hold Katsuki's burning body against yours.

This man loves you. He always has, and he is not only fucking you right now, he’s pouring all that love into you. It’s a beautiful act, but you can’t shake the fact that something is wrong. You care for him too, that much is absolutely clear but there’s something, one tiny strand that holds you back from plunging face first into the love that this man has bestowed upon you.

And then your budding orgasm is snatched from you in an instant and you know what needs to happen.

“Unf… ‘M gonna fill you up Sweets, oh fuck!”

Katsuki’s hips stutter and he presses down on your legs as he pumps you full of so much cum you feel like your belly is swelling. You dig your nails into his ass, holding him inside you as he trembles, painting your insides with thick oozing cum. He rasps a string of curses followed by your name before he collapses down on top of you.

White milky seed oozes slowly out the sides of your ruined cunt and froths around the base of Katsuki’s cock as he slowly continues to drag against your walls, spreading the cum around inside you and locking it in.

He kisses you then, out of the haze of the toxin. His face is smooth, the torturous pained expression absent and he thankfully looks as if he’s back to normal.

You return his kiss, giving in to your feelings for him and sighing at the way his tongue pushes past your lips and rubs against your teeth. He’s soft but frantic, as if he knows this could be the last time he ever gets to kiss you like this.

When he parts from your lips, he continues littering kisses down the side of your face, your cheeks, your jawline and finally back around to your lips again. It isn’t until he stops rutting against your cum covered walls that the pain from the toxin starts up again.

“You okay, Sweets?” he whispers, trying to catch his breath.

He’s mortified when he sees you shake your head and writhe in pain underneath him.

“Fuck! Ei, it didn’t work!” he shouts over his shoulder.

Eijirou’s hands are on you in a second, holding your face as you squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Katsuki is still embedded inside you and his cock twitches as you clench around him, pulling for more pleasure to ease the pain. You try to communicate your new discovery, you can’t come with just one of them, not while you know the other is hurting. It’s painfully clear.

Eijirou is trying to get you to look at him, whispering quick comforting words against your ear while Katsuki pulls out of you and you scream in pain from the absence. You try to still your rapid breathing, focus on what you need to tell them both. You swallow the scream bubbling up inside you and grit through your teeth.

“Need… need you...both… both of you… please… please,” you cry, tears staining your face.

Eijirou looks tortured; his brows furrow and you see tears streaming down his face.

“I can’t baby…I can’t… it'll… it’ll mate with you… I can’t.” His whole body is shaking as he crouches over you, holding your shaking body. The way he looks right now hurts more than the toxin but again you try to shove it aside to get your point across.

You put your fingers to your lips, moan a little and wet them before tugging his arm and looking him in the eye.

“Eiji please I want you. Want you here,“ you say, tapping your lips.

His eyes grow wide when he understands and when you look toward Katsuki and beckon to him as well, the idea seems to click in both of their minds.

“Fuck… you’re gonna make me hard again sweets,” Katsuki grunts through his teeth and when you whimper out a small “more Katsu”, both he and Eiji quickly move into position.

Katsuki lies on his back as Eijirou lifts you and places you down to straddle Katsuki’s thighs. You feel his cock, now hard and standing at attention against your ass. Eiji positions himself in front of you, cock already dripping pre against your lips. You lick them and moan and he holds your face in his hulking hands.

At the same time Katsuki lifts you and splits you on his cock, you take Eijirou’s thick member down your throat. Everyone moans all at once and this one action digs deep into your pleasure receptors. You’re all moving as one now, moaning and fucking together. Katsuki lifts his hips up into your hot heat and you moan loud and dirty around Eiji’s cock.

The taste of him excites you, the smell of him makes you wetter, the way you have to drop your jaw more to fit your mouth around his sizable dick is like a dream. And the way he’s looking at you, it’s exactly what the alien invader was missing when it pretended to be him. His undying love for you, is mirrored in your eyes as he looks down at his cock bulging in your throat.

“That’s my pretty girl, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby. I’m gonna cum down your throat,” Eiji pants amidst the wet gagging and the sloppy lewd slaps of Katsuki pounding into your cunt.

You’re jaded by the pleasure of the two men you love fucking you senseless. All logic flies out of the window. Fuck the aliens, fuck this entire situation, fuck your feelings or Katsuki’s feelings or Eiji’s feelings. Nothing else matters except what you want. And what you want is to be filled to the brim with Eijirou’s cum.

You can hardly control yourself when you pull away from his dick, a string of spit keeping you connected to him and look up into his eyes. You wrap both of your hands around his cock and he rocks his hips, slotting it between them.

Looking up at him, face covered in spit and cum, eyes shining brightly, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look so beautiful. But when you utter the next sentence he’s caught off guard, eyes wide as he stares down at you.

“Please Eiji… I want your cum. I want it. I want all of it. Don’t care about the aliens. I just want you.”

You can see his resolve crashing, crumbling like the walls of Jericho. All the logical arguments of being bred for the invaders tumbles out of his mind with every drag of his cock into your tight little fists. His eyes darken and he moves quickly, crawling down to where Katsuki is pushing up into your cunt. His balls slap against your ass like he’s punishing you, loud and sloppy as your slick makes them glisten.

Eiji grabs the little bottle of lube and pushes your body down so your forehead is touching Katsuki’s. Katsuki doesn’t pause his ministrations but he stretches to get a glimpse at what Eiji is doing. His eyes grow wide and then darken with lust when he puts it together. He grabs the back of your head and stares into your eyes as he slows his pace for just a moment.

“Be a good girl ok? Oi, look at me. Me and Ei, we’re gonna make you feel good, yeah? We’re gonna take care of you,” he coos in a husky voice.

You nod feverishly then smash your lips against his.

Cool slippery liquid slips down the crease of your ass and Eijirou’s thick finger is playing with your puckered hole. You hear him spit behind you and a blob of liquid slides through your cheeks. It’s filthy, so fucking filthy yet you poke your ass out and mewl for more.

He swirls the lube and Katsuki’s cum up and down your ass, messy squelching as he teases the entrance. Your eyes shoot open and you jerk up and away from his finger. Katsuki stills your body, digging his finger into your hips and smashing your face harder into his lips.

“It’s ok baby, relax. We’ll take care of you,” he hums against your lips.

You clear your mind, relaxing and putting your trust into the capable hands of the two men you would give your life for.

Eiji’s finger is long and thick, and when he pushes into your tight hole, you wince. He presses up against Katsuki’s cock pumping in and out of you and it makes your body go numb. He slowly moves in and out of your hole, adding another finger when your moans soften.

Both you and Katsuki tremble and shake with high pitched moans when Eijirou starts at the seam of Katsuki’s heavy balls and licks where he’s inserted inside your pussy, sucking the base of it and tasting his cum and your slick. He continues moving the tip of his tongue up until he’s licking your asshole, teasing it again.

You’re in bliss. Katsuki rocks against your sweet spot, grunting and pulling you down on his cock roughly. His fingers dig into your thick hips, and he bites your neck as he keeps your body pressed against his. With Eiji’s fingers in your ass and Katsuki pounding into your cunt, you feel weightless. Nothing could feel better than this moment.

Suddenly, Eiji pulls his finger from your ass, muttering something about being ready now. A sound you’ve never heard come from Eijirou rips throughout the room. A feral growl that borders on animalistic as he rubs the tip of his cock against your ass. You’re breathing heavy, still lost in the pleasure and placing sloppy kisses over Katsuki’s jaw.

When you feel the tip of Eiij’s cock at your ass, you pause and look back over your shoulder at him in apprehension. He’s thick and long. His dick is flushed, tip blushing as red as his hair. It’s throbbing in his hand like it has a mind of its own. The thick vein on the underside, the one you used to love feeling drag against the ridges of your pussy, looks threatening now that you think about it being stuffed inside your asshole.

He runs a large hand up your spine and grabs the back of your neck, pulls you up and curls over to kiss you passionately on the lips. Katsuki stops moving his hips and licks his lips as he watches the two of you with a wily grin.

Time seems to stand still when he pulls away from your lips and stares into your clouded eyes. “I love you,” he says softly and you nod in agreement. “I’ll be gentle baby. Do you trust me?”

You swoon at his sweet voice, he’s always able to hypnotize you with his charm. It’s one thing you love about him. You nod slowly. You’d agree to anything he said right now.

Your heart beats quickly and you clench again around Katsuki’s cock. He reaches up to massage your tits and whispers something about relaxing. Then Eiji pushes you forward and eases into you, slowly hissing as your ass stretches and sucks him in.

It hurts, it’s too much, way too much, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. You cry out, shut your eyes tight and bite into Katsuki’s shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around you.

He’s cooing soft words in your ear, licking and biting your earlobe, telling you how well you’re doing but his voice sounds so far away. All you can focus on is Eiji’s massive throbbing cock in your ass and Katsuki's twitching dick in your pussy.

Eiji’s groaning like a mad man, words stringing together so much it sounds like he’s speaking another language entirely but he praises the way you take him in. When he’s finally sheathed himself inside you, all three of you let out an exasperated whine.

You’ve never felt this full and you swear his dick is in your fucking stomach. The thought of being stuffed with both of their cum ignites the painful primal attraction to be bred again.

You scream as the heat inside you flares and burns your insides, “Move Eiji! Fuck!”

He’s always been in the business of giving you what you want and if you want his cum he’ll give it to you. He takes a deep breath, gives Katsuki a reaffirming look and they both start to pump inside of you slowly.

You can’t see, you can’t speak, all that matters right now is the sensation of both of their cocks ruining your insides.

You hear Katsuki grunt, “Shit, Ei, I can feel you inside her. Oh fuck, fuck you’re huge.”

Eijirou only responds by plunging himself deeper inside of you. He leans over you, his chest flush with your back and his cheek resting on your head.

“Gonna fill you up, babe. Gonna fill you up so you never forget me. Never,” Eiji moans and your entire body is shaking. The pain subsides into pleasure as your ass gapes around Eiji’s cock.

He drives his hips so roughly into your ass both you and Katsuki’s bodies thrust from the momentum. Slick, cum, spit, and lube create a concoction of lust and filth that string and web between your bodies as both men lose themselves in the hypnotic pleasure.

“I love you! I love you!” you scream and neither man knows which one you’re talking to but it doesn’t matter because you’re experiencing each other as one.

Your tongue hangs out the side of your mouth, drool dripping thick and wet down your chin, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re mewling again like a helpless baby.

Again you climb up the mountainous peak of pleasure but this time, you plunge over the edge full force. Your cunt spasms, you cry out so loud your voice goes hoarse and you see stars dancing in your vision. You squirt all over Katsuki’s dick and it’s the first time you’ve ever done this in your life. There’s a sharp pain on your shoulder and something warm dribbles down your arm.

Both men shoot wave after wave of hot sticky cum into both of your holes, and you feel like an inflated balloon as you collapse on top of Katsuki, spent and oozing white down your ruined cunt and thighs. Eiji detaches his sharp teeth from the shoulder he bit into as he painted your insides white. He kisses sensually down your spine as Katsuki holds you close to him, eyes shut and catching his breath.

The pain is finally gone, nothing but a distant memory and when Eiji picks you up to cradle your bruised body against his chest, you tear up again at the sound of his strong heartbeat. All of your limbs are tingling, your legs and pussy ache, you can barely keep your eyes open but you do to hold his beautiful face in your memory forever.

Katsuki walks over to the two of you, holding what looks like the red curtains hanging on the sliding doors. He tosses it to Eiji, quickly wipes his body off, and redresses in the corner across the room.

It’s silent as Eiji wraps you up in the curtain, gently wiping the blood from the bite mark on your shoulder and keeping you close to him. He’s so warm, huge hulking chest and arms wrapped protectively around you and you wish, no pray, that you can stay like this forever. Of course, that will never be the case.

“Hey…” Katsuki’s voice rings out in the silence. “I’m sorry for that. I… I know I’m a fucking scumbag for falling for a woman who was already taken. ’Specially one who was taken by my best friend.”

He struggles over every syllable, he hangs his head again, and doesn't dare look you or Eiji in the eye. Your stomach flips inside of you as your instincts kick in and you reach a hand out to comfort him.

“N..no…” you say weakly.

Eiji chuckles and it’s a beautiful sound, warm and loving and thrust you back to the time before everything went to shit.

“Aww come on man, don’t be such a downer!” he says laughing. Disbelief slowly makes its way onto Katsuki’s face and suddenly he’s back to his normal Katsuki pout and scowl.

Eijirou looks down to you in his arms now, love swimming in his eyes as he strokes your cheek softly. “It’s understandable. She makes it hard not to fall in love with her.”

Katsuki shakes his head and growls. “I woulda never done anything though Ei. You gotta know that. I ain’t in the business of fucking my best friend’s girl ok?”

“I get it man. You don’t gotta keep beating yourself up over this.”

This time he reaches out to Katsuki, and you stretch your neck to turn to look at him across the room with big pleading eyes. You see his ruby irises flicker to Eiji’s hand and then settle on your eyes before he sighs and takes two big strides over to you both. He bends down on one knee and grasps your hand, pulling it to rub against his cheek as he shuts his eyes and basks in the feeling of your soft skin against his.

“If you really wanna make it up to me you’ll make sure she stays alive and keep her safe,” Eijirou jokes, but Katsuki doesn’t let a second pass before he mutters back.

“I promise.”

Everything feels complete with your hand on his cheek and Eijirou's heartbeat booming in your ears. You sigh and close your eyes, taking in the small reprieve from danger. But just as quickly as the moment starts it’s brought to a swift end when all of you hear thumping downstairs.

“Shit! More of those things are coming!” Katsuki hisses.

Your heart speeds up and you feel Eiji’s fingers dig into your arms as his grip tightens protectively around you. He stares at the door of the bedroom with a frown, listening closely to the footsteps. Then he looks at you reluctantly, and you know what he’s thinking.

“No. No Eiji, come with us. Please,” you beg, holding him tightly. He kisses your forehead, closing his eyes as he lips press hard against your sweat drenched skin.

“I don’t know if the thing is truly gone or not. I’d be putting you more at risk,” he says to you tenderly.

He’s crying with you, tear drops falling onto your cheeks and lashes. One falls onto your lips and you lick the salty droplet before he bends down and kisses you deeply.

It’s the same kiss he gave you before he pushed you into Katsuki’s arms and sacrificed himself to make sure the two of you stayed safe. The night you thought lost him forever.

His teeth bump messily against yours and you lift up to run your fingers through his hair. You can feel your heart breaking again, shattering into tiny little pieces as his lips move against yours. You don’t want to let him go, afraid that if you do, this truly will be the last time you ever see him.

He pulls away from your lips then quickly carries you and places you into Katsuki’s arms. Katsuki cradles you against his chest, holds you tight and protectively, yet he doesn’t stop you from reaching out to grab Eijirou's arm.

“You gotta be brave for me, pretty girl. Let Kats take care of you. Will ya do that for me?” he says kissing your knuckles.

Through your tears you see your world crumbling, yet it’s still bright when he smiles reassuringly at you. Even if you don't believe everything will be ok, when Eiji smiles, the darkest nights shine brighter than the sun.

You nod, wiping away your tears as he looks at Katsuki and gives a quick nod toward the window. “Find any other survivors outside of the city, get her out of here, and promise me you’ll keep her safe.”

Katsuki bolsters you against his body with one arm, amazingly strong as he balances all your weight on his bicep, and reaches his hand out to Eiji with a determined grin.

“I will and I fucking promise, we’ll come back for you Ei. I ain’t leaving you here to die.”

He grasps his forearm tightly, fiery devotion blazing in his eyes. Then he readjusts his hold on you and quickly shuffles over to the window. The footsteps get closer as they bound up the stairs to the apartment.

Katsuki hurries and steps onto the balcony. Your eyes never leave Eiji’s. He stands at the window watching the two of you escape.

Before you’re out of hearing range you yell to him, ”I'll love you forever!”

You’re sure you’ll see him again, Katsuki will make sure of it. He promised him, the two of you will come back and save him. You will or you’ll die trying.

You take a deep breath of the chilly morning air, wipe the remaining tears from your face, and take one last look at the window slowly becoming smaller as you and Katsuki escape.

We’ll come back for you Eiji. I promise, you think to yourself. The last thing you see is his big toothy smile before he shuts the sliding door and turns to face the enemy.

Epilogue

Eijirou rolls his neck, grabbing his discarded pants from the floor and slipping them up his hulking frame. He stretches his limbs, turning away from the window to face the door of the bedroom intensely. He takes a deep breath, in and out as if readying himself for something big coming.

Salty iron sits on his tongue and he smacks his lips when he remembers how hard he bit into your shoulder. A ghostly shiver of pleasure runs down his spine when he remembers how tight you were around his cock. A shame he couldn’t experience your weeping cunt, but all’s fair in love and war.

Or...whatever that stupid human saying is.

He rolls his eyes when his partner strolls into the room, Denki, he believes this one is called.

“Took you all long enough, what was the hold up? I told you when you heard me speak in our language, wait a few minutes then make your way up!” he scolds, crossing his arms over his chest.

The blonde man, Denki—yes he’s sure now that’s what this one is called—sighs and puts his hand behind his head sheepishly.

“Yeah well, a lot of us got caught up and couldn’t really hear you over all the screaming and grunting. Is that really what it sounds like when they mate?” he asks, a hint of disgust in his expression.

Eijirou laughs and slaps a huge hand over his back. “You’ll understand when it’s your turn to find a woman and mate with her.”

Denki looks confused, he blinks at Eijirou, raising an eyebrow. “So you did mate with her? Then what was that big show of pretending the host was in charge again? And why are you letting them go?”

“I didn’t mate yet, but don’t worry. I’ll have my chance again very soon. And so will all of you. But first, they are gonna lead us to all the survivors. And once they do, the assimilation will finally be complete. Our species will be saved from extinction.”

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freshmanyearhistoryteacher · 3 years ago

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Hello! I’m literally so happy that I found your guy’s blog! I think this is such a cool idea for people that just wanna read different scenarios or for kinky things lmao. Anyways hahah I have an nsfw request! I think it would be cool to have a male English teacher make the student (afab preferred but non-binary/male is cool) like sit on a vibrator or something and read old literature. Each time the student messes up he makes them restart and like degrades them? Idk I think it would be interesting to read!! Cool if not!

-😜

This might be the fastest i have ever answered an ask lmao i have ones from literal months ago... like 4-5 months old just sitting there w a i t i n g. but i fill this new one instead heheh (i wrote this the day you sent it in i just queu stuff so i can have days off with uni)

epic ask.

Word count: 1, 345

Warning, contains:

pet names like brat and good girl

No actual touch between the teacher and student

Toys ;)

The reality of your situation hadn’t quite hit you until you felt the buzzing over your clit and the old poetry book was being handed to you. Somehow, your teacher had decided that forcing you to read with the promise of ‘orgasmic pleasure’ was the only way to motivate you… not that you could be that mad. You spent half of his class imagining what it would be like to have him touch you, whisper in your ear, what it would sound like when he moaned. It was cold too, so the buzzing and warmth from your core radiated on your freezing thighs with only his suit jacket covering your upper half. Your shirt had been ripped off when you decided to see how he reacted to a brat which, you had quickly learnt, was through punishment (funishment). Your bra had quickly followed, and then his hands moved to cup your exposed chest. His hands were massive over your body as he massaged and teased you, pinching and pulling at your skin. You could feel your insides tightening at the mere thought.

It was almost more embarrassing that he couldn’t see the vibrator over the desk between you, yet he knew it was there and was able to see the way your face contorted the moment he switched it on. The thought that it was weird he had this at school occured for only a second before your mind began buzzing in time with the toy. God, it was like your nerves were being strung out and abused but it felt so fucking good.

“Go ahead,” he chuckled as he leant back in his office chair and kicked his feet onto the hard wooden desktop. He looked so good you barely remembered what you were meant to be doing between his jawline and the urge to grind on the vibrator under you. Your chair was far less comfortable and the wooden edges of the legs cut into your legs but it felt all too good to move. “Read for me, brat.”

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint… quaint and uh-” you stuttered in soft huffs of air, biting your lip as you began to lose your place on the page. It was a mess of words and letters all floating around as your body rocked slowly on its own accord. Your skirt rode higher each time you squirmed until anyone walking in would see the lack of underwear beneath the thin fabric.. as if the half rolled down tights hadn't made it obvious. Of course, this had been the day you decided there was no real point to underwear if you had tights on- some might have called it a mistake but it was turning out to be a blessing. He had called you ‘good’ for it too, which made your ears burn with embarrassment and eagerness to hear it again.

“Restart,” he said and you looked up bewildered. “I said,” he gave you a pointed and disappointed glare before returning to complete disinterest, “that if you mess up, you have to restart, i don’t care how long this takes. I don’t care how many times you fuck up, how many times you cum.” he was saying it all like it made perfect sense but your body was brought to life by the way he worded it. How many times you cum? You could spend all day here without a care, moaning and cumming, making a mess on the chair and floor until he broke and fucked you over the tabl…. “Understand?” You nodded. “Words.”

“Yes,” you whispered “Yes who?” “yes, sir,” you whined and he smirked before gesturing to continue.

“Once upon- fuck,” you shifted your hips in an attempt to move the unforgiving vibrations away but instead exposed the nerves and felt yourself jump in shock. It felt so fucking good it was nearly too much to handle. “Once upon a- god… wait, ok fuck.. god.” He was trying to hold in his sadistic laughter with little success which earned a narrow eyed death stare in his direction.

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.’, “

You had somehow made it through the first paragraph with success, hands itching to reach down and move the vibrator, the rocking of your hips served to do little to nothing for your growing need. This was far harder than you expected.

“Good girl,” he growled in a low praise, catching your attention and taking you off guard. You moaned, shamefully and with burning red cheeks, and his head rolled back as if it was unbelievable how tempting that sound made you. His throat bobbed and body tensed and relaxed, shifting to give the hardening cock room. “Go, read brat.”

It was much harder to grasp the second paragraph, not that the first made much sense to you at all. “each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floo- FUck, fuck, oh,” your hips were bucking as you tried to read and the familiar feeling of your stomach twisting before you came began to swell inside. The chair under you was creaking with the force of your movements but you cleared your burning throat and tried to restart. “Each sep-” he cut you off.

“The whole thing, brat,” he laughed in a low tone, eyes darker then they had been before. You knew hunger wasn’t as emotion but fuck he looked like he was about to strike, like he was some hunter stalking its prey.

“The whole thing?” your voice wobbled and came out slightly too high pitched. Moans slipped out between sounds and your teeth returned to your lip as soon as you’d spoken to keep the whimpers in.

“Yes, that’s what I said.” He was trying to kill you, you mentally whined but started anyway.

“Each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor,” fuck, fuck, fuck, it felt far too good. “From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore-” your legs were shaking, mind fuzzy, and hands gripping the book tight enough for you knuckles to turn white. He seemed to notice.

“Are you struggling?” he asked like it wasn’t entirely obvious. You nodded and he faked a smile of pity. “Awe brat, do you wanna come for me? Hmmm?” You nodded and nodded, the moans now slipping out freely. "Please," you begged and he was leaning closer now, feet moving off the desk. Your faces were barely an inch apart from how far over he was leaning and your vision was blurry enough to make your noses accidentally bump. "Please who?" he whispered so close you felt the breath on your lips. "Please sir," you cried. "Ok, cum for me brat, go on." The second he said that he brought a hand under your chin and drew your lips together. It was so soft, so gentle, as the unstoppable waves of pleasure began to role through your body and tear your mind apart. You were right on the edge and the kiss was nearly impossible to maintain. You were moaning, whining into his mouth, his lips pecking and tasting yours with a grin. You were cumming, hard, back arching and body grinding down into the chair, but he kept his hand roughly holding your chin with the same slow kisses. It was a terrifying contrast to the overstimulated feeling of your stomach spasming and nerves twitching. When you had finished, he kissed your forehead and sat back, his hand drifting to his lap and beginning to undo his pants. The issue was the vibrator was still attacking your core and your body was already spent, leaning all of your weight into the chair and desk.

"No one said stop, brat."

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writing-wh0re · 3 years ago

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hey i hope ur having a great day<3

could u do a george weasley smut where he uses a v!brator and some other toy on the reader while having sex

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Reader.

Words: 1,339

Warnings: Smut18+. Overstimulation, Teasing, Dom Energy, Use of Sex Toys, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Handcuffs, Gag, Nipple Play, Mentions of Drinking (?).

“George!” I quickly closed the door to the apartment behind me, waiting for a reply.

“Hello? Honey?”

I drop my bag next to the kitchen counter, walking through our small apartment. The only sound is my heels clicking against the wooden floor boards. My eyebrows knit together looking around our empty bedroom, I huff in annoyance, checking my watch. 5:05pm, he should be home.

My eyes fall to the bed, a brown box unsealed and a note sitting on top.

‘Y/n, baby,

I stepped out to grab wine. Lay out the contents of the box. Pick your favourite.

Keep your heels on.

George x’

Biting my lip, I re-read the note quickly. Curiosity takes over me as I open the box, a gasp falling from my lips. My fingers touch the smooth silicone of the blush pink vibrator, excitement bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I continue to dig through the box, touching fluffy handcuffs and a ball gag.

“What are you up to Weasley?”

I strip my clothes off, laying out the new toys on the bed. I lay beside them, my legs spread wide, heels digging into the comforter. I lean over grabbing the vibrator, turning it on as a low hum fills the air. Pressing the button on the base causes the speed to pick up, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.

“Princess!” My heart jumps at his voice, quickly scrambling to turn the toy off, hearing George chuckle.

“Someone’s eager.” George’s eyes trail over my body, filled with lust.

“I-um,” Blush fills my face, my body going hot. George holds his finger to his lips, silently shushing me. I watch as he grabs the handcuffs on the bed, dragging the fluffy material up my body. My breathing picks up, feeling him tug on my hands, cuffing them together against the bed frame. George leans down to my face, a smile dancing across his lips. I lean forward to meet his lips before he pulls away, causing my hands to jolt against the cuffs.

“Tease.”

“Oh, I’ll show you teasing.” George grabs my ankles, pulling my body down the bed, a yelp falling from my lips as the bedhead rattles against the cuffs.

The familiar buzzing hits my ears as George drags the vibrator up my legs. My breath hitches, the silicone dancing across my mound, vibrating my ribs before brushing against my hardened nipple.

I gasp at the new sensation, George with a smug smirk on his face. George drags the vibrator down my body, my hips thrusting up with need.

“Nuh uh.”

I pull on the handcuffs, wanting nothing more than to pull George in for a kiss.

“Fuck, do, uh, do something.”

My voice sounds more desperate than I thought it would. My pussy clenches around nothing. His chuckle makes my eyes roll, not out of pleasure but frustration. I know he won’t do anything, not now that he knows how needy I am. He’s going to drag this out, the thought causes butterflies to erupt inside of me.

George softly hovers the vibrator above my clit, his eyes locking onto mine. His lips kissed up my thighs.

“George, something!”

His hand slaps my thigh, pressing the vibrator against my cllit hard. My legs shake, my back arches. The pleasure instantly stops, the sound of the vibrator still buzzing in the air. I look down at George, searching for an explanation as to why my pleasure stopped. My eyes drag over his toned body, a soft whimper escaping my lips as his cock slaps against his stomach. My man in all his glory. The soft hum of the vibrator brings me back to reality, looking at the pink silicone buzzing on the fluffy comforter.

“Just fuck me” I whisper, tilting my head back.

“What was that baby?” George presses the vibrator against my clit again, swirling it around my bundle of nerves.

“I-oh.”

“I didn’t catch that baby.”

“I said fuck me.” I spit, growing frustrated and wanting nothing more than George deep inside of me. The vibrator stops causing my body to relax.

The bed creaks under his weight shifting, his hand grabbing my chin.

“I think it’s time you stopped back chatting.” The cool red ball presses against my lips before I can open them, letting the smooth plastic sit in my mouth. The glossy leather steep presses against my cheek as George ties it behind my neck.

“Please.” I mumble against the gag, my ears being met with a mere hum. George smirked at the response.

“That’s better.”

George pumps his cock, his eyes wandering up and down my body. My body is on full display for him. Only him.

“Gorgeous.” My face heats up at his compliment. George runs his cock up and down my slit, collecting my wetness on the tip causing it to glisten in the light.

“Please.” I cry out, the gag causing my words to muffle into a hum.

“Cock hungry slut.” George slides into me fast, my walls instantly contracting around him. I moan loud, the gag vibrating against my tongue.

George chuckles, pinching my nipples as he thrusts in and out of me. I pull on the cuffs, wanting to touch him. His lips trail down my neck, capturing my nipple between his teeth. His tongue swirls around the hardened nub, sucking on the skin. George sucks the plump flesh, littering the skin with his mark. Purple and pink hickies covering each breast.

“So wet for me.” His warm breath fans against my neck as he whispers, his teeth biting my earlobe. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. My back arches into his chest, his cock rubbing against my sweet spot. His whispered words causing my pussy to clench around him, tingles flowing through my body with every thrust.

“Made for me.”

“All mine.”

“Good girl.”

My eyes flutter closed, focusing on the pleasure flowing through my body. The vibration shakes my legs once again, the vibrator pressed against my clit.

“Mmm, you love this, I can feel it.” George smirks, slowing his thrusts to watch himself disappear inside of me. The sound of my wet pussy filling the air.

“Yes, yes, yes”

George rubs the vibrator against my clit, the vibrations and the circles causing my eyes to roll back. I rock my hips up to meet his thrusts, pulling on the cuffs as I chase my high.

“Cum baby.”

I moan his name loud, my legs shaking round his waist as I cum around his cock. The vibrations make my clit more sensitive. The aftershocks of my orgasm twitching through my body. Tears prick at my eyes, the over stimulation causing my clit to ache.

“One more baby, fuck, i’m close.”

“You’re doing so well.”

The tears fall freely down my cheeks, the gag slightly dribbling spit down my lips.

My body tenses, my back arching as my second orgasm wrecks me. George moans loud, His cock twitching inside of me, he pulls the vibrator from my clit, his hands falling to my hips, pulling my body closer to his, his warm cum coating my walls.

George pulls out of me, walking to grab a towel from our ensuite and softly cleaning me up. The bumps against my clit caused my body to jolt, goosebumps washing over my skin. He uncuffs my hands, allowing for me to take the gag off.

“Wow.”

“Wasn’t too much?”

I shake my head, using a separate towel to wipe my face.

“New, different, but so good.” I smile up at George, his eyes flicking to my lips before pulling me closer to him, kissing me softly as if I would break under pressure.

“Let me get the wine.”

I sigh deeply, slight exhaustion hitting me. A love drunk smile dancing across my lips.

“Here love.” I take the glass from George’s hand, smiling up at him. Sipping the red liquid, the sweet yet slightly sour grape taste washed over my taste buds.

“I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too.”

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taestefully-in-luv · 4 years ago

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Always You | JJK (Seven)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mention of erection, heated make out, marking, grinding, mentions of suicide:( (If this makes you uncomfortable pls skip), mentions of cheating, quick blowjob, swallowing,

Notes: sorry this chapter is shorter than the last! But we only have 2 chapters left guys! And they are long!!! Sorry in advance lol. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter:) Anyway feel free to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:)

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Jungkook runs his finger through your hair, his mouth hot on your neck as he leaves behind what feels like a million, slow kisses. You taste sweet and he’s reminded of the first time he got to do this with you and his heart swells at the memory. He feels you grind against him, making him impossibly harder as he grinds back. Your moans fill his ears and it sounds like a chorus of sweet, sweet music to him, he can’t help but grin into his kisses. Suddenly, the image of him kissing down your throat becomes blurry and the sound of your whines echo in the distance. He must be waking up.

Jungkook feels you hovering over him with shocked eyes and he can’t help but wonder what’s gotten into you. He can feel his head beginning to throb from the inevitable hang over that wishes to visit and he raises a hand over it. You continue to look down at him and that’s when he notices it. Them. The hickeys that spread across your skin and he goes absolutely pale.

He looks back at you with wide eyes but he can’t help but feel pride bloom all throughout his body as he looks at how he has marked you but those petals quickly shrivel up when he realizes how badly he must have messed up.

“Oh fuck.” He says under his breath.

“Yeah. ‘Oh fuck’” you repeat back.

Jungkook lifts himself up, leaning on his arms as he takes another look at the bruises that cover your skin. He releases a shaky breath contemplating what to say.

“Drunk.” His eyes slide to the side, “We were really…drunk.”

You narrow your eyes for a split second then look at him with ease,

“Yeah…right…drunk.” You quickly agree.

Jungkook and you share a moment of a silence, admiring one another’s work on the other. You hesitantly reach out, your fingers coming in contact with the side of his neck, brushing against his soft skin.

“This ones huge…I’m sorry.” You say, not sounding entirely sorry. A slight smirk graces your features.

“Ha, you don’t look very sorry.” Jungkook grabs a hold of your hand, “Plus, you don’t even want to see what I did to you.”

You retreat your hand back to touch your own skin, you shuffle out of the sheets and stand from the bed. You walk towards the little mirror over by Jungkook’s closet and take a look.

You audibly gasp, the purple marks that spread across your neck and collarbone are ones for the books.

“What the hell Jeon! How am I supposed to walk out of here today! Everyone’s going to see this!” you gesture towards yourself. “Oh my god.” You turn back to look in the mirror. “This is horrible.”

Jungkook leaves the bed to join you at the mirror,

“Holy shit.” He looks at himself, “I’m not any better!” he throws his hands up but he’s laughing. He’s fucking laughing! You watch in disbelief as he chuckles the fucking day away.

You watch him and you can’t help but start to laugh too. This is just so ridiculous.

“Wait wait…” Jungkook calms down, suddenly becoming serious. “We didn’t do anything else…right?”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn’t you also remember?”

“You’re the girl! Can’t you like tell…if we…” He motions his hands between your bodies.

“Oh my god. No, we didn’t do anything else. Do you really not remember everything?” you ask with a frown.

“I feel like I do…but I was just being you know, sure.”

Jungkook wishes he could remember everything in great detail but the reality is he was really drunk and some moments are hazier than others. Which is a fucking shame because he wants to remember the first moment you caressed his skin to his lips on yours.

“Do you remember everything?”

“I remember enough.” You admit.

You were drunk, yes. But the memory of you and Jungkook is almost crystal clear and fresh in your mind.

“Bottom line is…we were really drunk and drunk people do stuff like that all the time.” Your hands go to your hips, “I mean, I’ve literally made out with Trina before. Don’t feel special.” You wink, your tone is light and teasing and Jungkook finds you amusing.

“Just two drunk idiots.” Jungkook grins. “So no acting weird.”

“I won’t be weird, will you?”

“I’ll try my best.” He chuckles.

“I’m serious Jungkook, we can be cool about this…” you give him a smile, “It’s not like we haven’t—”

“Stop…” Jungkook lifts his hand up, “I get it.” He chuckles awkwardly.

Your small smile fades, your heart pinches. He never wants to talk about it, did he hate it that much?

“Right…” You begin walking closer towards him and he steps back, your heart pinching once again. “Well, lend me a fucking turtle neck or something so I can get outta here.”

Jungkook smirks down at you as he walks to his closet.

“Fine. Hopefully I have two…I have a black and a white one right?” he asks you from inside his closet.

“Shit, I think I have your white one at my place…”

“I don’t think Nick owns any…”

“Why do you need one? Just stay home today.”

“I’m supposed to meet Vanessa later…”

Your heart doesn’t just pinch this time, it sinks. Deep down into your lower belly until its falling to the ground.

“Oh.”

“I’ll find a scarf or some shit.”

“I’ll bring you your white one, don’t worry.”

“Really? Thanks y/n.” Jungkook walks out of his closet smiling at you, his black turtle neck draped over his arm. “Here.” He hands it over to you.

“Turn around.”

Jungkook raises a brow at you until realization hits him.

“Okay.” He whispers out.

You quickly change into the long sleeve shirt and let Jungkook know he can turn back around.

“I feel like I should make you breakfast or something…” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, standing here awkwardly.

“Really Jungkook?” you laugh out, “And what would you make me?”

“I think Nick has some toaster waffles.” Jungkook offers with a grin.

“I’m good. I’m gonna head out but I will be back with your shirt!”

“Sounds good, I’ll walk you out.”

You two nod at one another, exiting the bedroom and walking towards the front door. You stop to say goodbye and Jungkook steps into your space, wrapping his arms around you.

“See you in a bit.” He whispers.

“Yeah.” You pull back and smile at him. “See you in a bit.”

~~~~~

“Why the fuck are you wearing a black turtle neck in the middle of August?”

It’s Trina, if you haven’t guessed. It’s the first thing you hear when you step into your apartment, she is over to hang with Holly you’re assuming.

“I was a bit chilly.” You lie through your teeth, giving her a strained smile.

“Take it off.” Trina commands.

“Trina…” Holly warns softly, she’s got her hand on Trina’s shoulder and you can’t help but giggle.

“Wait, your date was last night, right? With this ‘Min Yoongi’? Ooooh, did things go well?” Trina whistles out.

“It wasn’t a date, I already told you…” you whine as you walk into the living room, sitting on the sofa.

“But it did go well! I had a really nice time.” You admit softly, smiling at the memory of your ‘thank you outing’. “He’s so cool and so sweet.” Your eyes light up, “He owns the record shop a few shops away from the bakery!”

“Owns it? Like it’s his?” Holly asks, she shares a pleased smile with Trina.

“Yes, like it’s his.”

“He sounds like a man. Marry him.” Trina gives you an aggresive thumbs up.

“Chill dude.” You laugh. “I think he and I could become really good friends…and…”

“And?”

“Well, you never know.” Your eyes shift to the side as you smirk. “The world is full of mystery.”

Trina smiles brightly, “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”

“I’m saying that there’s not not a chance…”

“I’LL TAKE IT!” Trina lifts up Holly’s hand and high fives herself with it. “Whatever isn’t Jungkook.” She finishes with a grin and you feel your whole body go stiff.

“Trina…” you frown, “I really don’t like when you say stuff like that. Jungkook is a good person. He just…he messed up, yes. But he’s trying.”

“He hurt you.” Trina’s tone goes serious. “How could you forgive him for that?”

“I’m trying too. But I am able to try because I know him…he wouldn’t just hurt me without him having his own reasons…and I love him, T. Like as friends, of course but also…”

“I know.” Trina goes soft, “I know.”

Holly clasps her hands together, “And that’s that! How about we make some food and chit chat some more over some mimosas!”

“I love that idea.” You say.

“But seriously girl, please go change out of that turtle neck…you’re making me sweat just looking at you.” Trina says.

Right, the turtle neck. You told Jungkook you would drop off his white one…well, you gotta find it first.

“Okay, but I have to run an errand first then we can hang.”

“An errand?” Both girls look at you quizzically.

“Don’t worry about it.” Great, now you sound like Jungkook.

~~~~~

Within the hour you are quickly dropping off Jungkook’s shirt off at his place and going back to yours. He answered the door in nothing but his towel again and you tried so hard not to drool. You recall the night before when your fingers were dragging down his chest and his toned stomach. You felt every ab beneath your fingertips. Fuck, that felt good. You’re home now, you shake your head trying to rid yourself of thoughts of Jungkook’s body. But with a body like that? It’s so so hard. Just like how he was…STOP. You shake off these thoughts and try to pay attention to what Holly is saying.

“—And then I turned it in anyway and still got an A!”

“That’s amazing Holly.” You say, trying to act like you weren’t just having impure thoughts.

“Yeah, you totally kick ass.” Trina says.

You girls are a few mimosas in, you feel the champagne starting to work its wonderful magic on you but unfortunately it is making you start to sweat. You want to take off this damn turtleneck.

“I’ll be right back.” You say quickly before retreating to your bedroom. You find a baggy t-shirt and slip it on. This feels much better! But god damn. These marks on your skin are something else. You rush to the bathroom and try to cover some with makeup but it’s hardly helping. Fuck.

“Welp, maybe they won’t notice.” You whisper to yourself.

You walk back out into the living room and you notice both Holly and Trina’s eyes go comically wide.

“Wow, that date did go better than you thought!” Trina starts whooping and hollering.

“Wow y/n.” Holly really does look shocked.

Okay, so maybe they did notice. You feel so self conscious all of the sudden, your hands flying up to your neck to cover yourself.

“It’s—It’s not what it looks like.” You stammer out.

“It looks like this Yoongi guy is really into marking!” Trina yells out with a grin.

“Yoongi is really into marking…” Holly eyes you with horror in her eyes.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!” Trina begins chanting, she looks over at Holly and lightly taps her thigh to get her to start chanting the name as well.

“Guys…” You whine into your hands, “It wasn’t Yoongi.” You must be admitting that because you’ve had a few mimosas.

Silence. The room falls undeniably quiet.

“Wait what?” Trina asks, her wide grin beginning to fade.

“Did you meet with someone else last night?” Holly begins to pry.

“Did you go to a bar or something and meet a rando?”

“Did you bump into someone on the street?”

“Did you call up and old boyfriend? An old hookup?”

“Guys!” You yell out, “I met up with Jungkook last night!”

Once again, the room goes silent.

“You what?” Trina asks plainly, “What does that have to do with the hickeys on your neck?”

“Really Trina?” your head falls into your hands, “We kind of…”

“You guys fucked? Really?” Trina’s serious tone is back.

“No! We just got really drunk and made out! That’s it!”

“But is that really it for you?” To your surprise, it’s Holly who asks this.

“It’s fine. We were just drunk. We decided not to be weird about it. And we won’t.”

“How can you be sure of that?” Trina asks, her voice gone soft.

“Because I will text him in a few days, he’s going to text back. Or I’ll call and he will answer like normal. I’ll ask to hang out or something and we will just be two friends who hang. It will go just like that!”

Except it doesn’t go like that at all. A few days pass and you decided to text Jungkook in the morning after you woke up. You don’t expect to hear back from him for a couple of hours since he will probably sleep in. But hours and hours go by and it’s the afternoon now and you still haven’t heard from him.

“You have reached the voicemail box of…” You click the end button on your phone again for like, the 6thtime. Why isn’t Jungkook answering? It’s a Wednesday afternoon, you know you remember him saying he had today off for some reason so what is he up to? Even if he was with Vanessa, would he really ignore you like this? 6 calls in a row?

You decide to try Jimin, maybe they’re together. You look him up in your ‘Favorites’ and click clack away to calling him. After several rings the boy finally answers,

“Hey.” He says somewhat out of breath, “I’m working, what’s up?”

“Hey it’s nothing really…” you begin, “But have you heard from Jungkook…? I can’t get a hold of him…”

“Huh? No? Maybe he’s just, I don’t know, busy babe.” You can hear Jimin directing some poor child of his wrong moves on the other side of the phone.

“Look, I gotta go. But just try again in a little while, okay?”

“Can you try calling him for me?”

“Huh? Uh, sure. I’ll let you know later. Love you, bye.” Jimin hangs up and you’re left with your phone to your ear, talking to no one.

It’s Wednesday evening now, you and Holly are sharing a pie while watching some weird show on Netflix that Holly insists is good. You’re three episodes in and you’re starting to wonder when the ‘good’ part happens. It’s mostly just been weird but Holly seems invested in it. You’re trying to keep your mind busy, the thought of Jungkook making you feel antsy. You just wanted to call and see if he wanted to chill together…to prove things aren’t going to be weird between you two. Is he really going to be so fucking immature? Big deal, you made out. But to go this far to ignore you? You can’t help but feel so fucking anxious. He won’t ghost you again right?

You mindlessly stick your fork in the pie repeatedly when you feel your phone buzz. Thank God, some sort of reason to look away from this show, you think.

Jimin 6:22pm

Hey, I got a hold of Jungkook…

What the hell? So he answered to Jimin?!

Jimin 6:22pm

It’s probably best to let him be today babe, today is…not a good day

You click off your phone and throw it on the cushion to your side because what the hell does that mean? Not a good day? If he’s not having a good day then shouldn’t he like, lean on you? Wait, you’re asking for too much right? You mean, you’re the one who set boundaries. But if he’s having a bad day why ignore you? You throw the fork in the pie and set it next to Holly, she looks at you mortified that you would just throw your fucking fork. You stand to your feet and start heading to your room.

“Uh, where are you going? Things are just getting good.” Holly whines.

“I’ll be back in a little while Hol, just gotta do something real quick.” You call out from behind you, entering your room to change into some clean clothes.

Once you’re ready you grab your purse and your keys and head towards the front door, and out to your car.

It’s a really quick drive to Jungkook’s apartment, he lives so close to you it’s ridiculous. He couldn’t find an apartment that was further away from his old one? Well, still…you’re grateful it’s a short drive. You wonder how you’ll confront Jungkook. He isn’t the best at opening up so you have to go about this strategically. But knowing you, you’ll be anything but strategic. It’s just with Jungkook you really have to force it out of him—whatever it is. Even then you may get nothing.

You find a parking spot a little a ways from the building, it’s a nice refreshing two minute walk to get inside to find and ride the elevator. You remember riding this elevator with nick and oh god, cringe. You cringe so fucking hard. Speak of the devil, he’s who answers the front door after your insistent knocking.

“Oh hey y/n. What’s up?” Nick’s eyes dart from you to the rest of the hallway. “Is it just you?” he asks, “Jungkook isn’t here…”

“Can I wait inside until he gets home?” you blurt out.

“Uh, sure…” Nick opens the door wider for you to enter. You breeze past him, taking off your shoes at the entrance and make your way to the couch. Damn, you are a woman on a mission.

“Can I get you some water?” Nick offers as he closes the door.

“Sure.”

Nick comes into the living room with a glass full of water and you couldn’t be more grateful. You didn’t even realize how dry your mouth has gotten, the anticipation of Jungkook’s arrival making you nervous.

“Do you know where he went?” you take the glass from Nick and gulp down like half the glass. “He hasn’t answered me all day.”

“Wait, he doesn’t know you’re here?” Nick asks in panicked surprise. “Should you really be here? He might be with Vanessa or like, coming back with her…”

“It’s fine. I’m waiting, is that okay?” you nibble on your lips, waiting for his response.

“Yeah, I guess.” Nick shrugs, “I’ll be in my room if that’s okay? You can watch whatever on TV or like, whatever.” He smiles at you, gesturing towards the TV.

“I’ll be fine Nick.” You smile back.

More than an hour passes, a god damn miserable hour of you sitting on Jungkook and Nicks couch when you finally hear the front door being unlocked. Jungkook.

You straighten up when you hear the door beginning to open, the soft creak sounding a million times louder in your ears.

Jungkook walks through and you notice he is alone, and you sigh in relief. His shoulders are slumped and his head hangs low as he takes his shoes off and you immediately sink in your spot. What’s with him? So, you stand to your feet and clear your throat and he doesn’t even flinch. He just continues walking inside, finding his way into the kitchen. You watch as he opens up a cabinet and reaches for a glass, next he’s fishing the fridge for some fresh water and filling up his cup. He takes a few sips of his water before his dark eyes find you.

“What are you doing here?” his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“You went ghost on me today…I was worried.” You leave the living room to walk into the kitchen as well.

“I…” he begins as he sets the glass on the counter. “I didn’t ghost you.”

“How could I be so sure?” you step closer to him, “How come you answered Jimin but not me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words, like a deer caught in headlights. He blinks at you repeatedly until he tries forming words.

“It’s nothing personal.” He settles for. “Can we talk tomorrow, y/n?”

“Where did you go today?” God, why do you sound like some weird, possessive girlfriend? You cringe at your own words.

“It doesn’t matter.” Jungkook’s eyes darken again, his voice low.

“It matters to me.”

Jungkook looks down at the floor and you notice him take a few deep breaths, like he is struggling to find a steady one.

“Talk to me, Jungkook.” You reach out to him, your fingers finding his and he flinches at your touch. “What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

“I….” Jungkook’s voice cracks and you wish you could bring him in to hug you but you don’t. You just let him continue.

“I…have nothing to say.”

Oh. Of course. Of fucking course. Of course Jungkook chooses to stay silent. Of course he chooses not to talk to you.

“Is it Vanessa?” you finally find the courage to ask, “Did you two break—”

“No, we’re fine.” He cuts in. Jungkook frees himself from your hand and looks up at you with a strained smile, “I’m fine, y/n.”

Now, you shouldn’t feel upset. Or angry. But you do, you fucking do. It’s been almost 4 years of this same bullshit where he cannot open up to you and its starting to feel insulting.

“You’re…” you step closer to him again but he takes a step back until he’s backed into the counter. “You aren’t fine. Please talk to me, Jungkook.” You try to say calmly but you think the rage is a little evident in your voice.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“Is it because I’m a girl?”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, not knowing what you mean by that. Yeah, that was a stupid thing to assume but you aren’t smart right now.

“You can’t confide in girls because you have trust issues? You know, because of your mom…how she left you…”

“Stop.”

“That’s it right?” You volume increases as your anger shows, “Are you fucking serious? When have I ever made you feel like you couldn’t trust me? When have I ever fucking left you?”

“Shut up.”

“No! And yeah your mom left you so you like, don’t trust girls I guess but god damn, Jungkook maybe it’s time to get over—”

“I said shut up!” Jungkook’s voice rises to a volume you have never experienced with him before.

“Have you tried looking for her?” you continue to speak, not realizing you are making everything worse.

“I know where she is.” He states, his nostrils flaring.

You flail your arms around, “Then go fucking talk to her.”

Jungkook looks at you with an unreadable expression, his shoulders to his ears and his fists balled up at his sides. He’s quiet. Too quiet. His breaths are beyond shaky and you finally notice it.

Jungkook’s eyes are glossed over and you think you may have gone too far. His lip begins trembling and he tries to speak but no words come out. He struggles to speak to you and it makes you blink at him like an idiot. Why can’t he speak?

“Jung—”

Jungkook lifts a hand up to stop you from talking any further. He inhales sharp breaths and releases shaky ones. His eyes are full of tears but none fall. He stares down at the ground just trying to do something as easy as breathing, but he falls short.

“Jung—”

“Please.” He croaks out. Jungkook walks to the couch and sits down, his head falling into his hands and you aren’t entirely sure at first but after a few moments you really realize…he is softly and quietly crying. Your Jungkook who never cries in front of anyone is sitting on his living room couch crying. You’re speechless. You also don’t know what to do. Do you try to comfort him? Do you leave him alone? But how could you leave him alone when he sits on his fucking living room couch sniffling away?

You hesitantly walk towards the sofa and take a seat next to him. He doesn’t lift his head to look at you, just continues crying into his hands. You don’t have to think about it, you reach your hand to rub soothing circles on his back and start whispering words of comfort in his ear.

Several moments pass when Jungkook finally lifts his head from his hands, but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Mom…” he clears his throat. “Mom didn’t just leave us. She left everything. She left me.”

“I know Jungkook…I’m sorry… I just lashed out on you, you can heal at your own pace and if she wants to see you again, she will.” You continue to rub his back.

“No, you don’t get it.” Jungkook murmurs. “Mom was hurting a lot. You know?” he begins to get choked up, his throat burning.

“Dad cheated, yes. But he was also neglectful of her and she was in a lot of pain,” he sniffs repeatedly, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“She felt like she had no one, not even me.” Jungkook face scrunches up as he resists more tears.

“She couldn’t even rely on me.”

Fuck. You know where this is going. It is all starting to make sense.

“Mom killed herself when I was 16.” Jungkook finally says, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was too afraid to say it out loud. Like it made it more real.

“Dad didn’t take it well…he started drinking and I rarely saw him around…I had to take care of myself.” Jungkook finally lets the tears fall.

“I hated him. I still do.” Jungkook clenches his jaw.

You sit on the couch unable to comprehend what Jungkook has gone through. You feel like the biggest bitch alive. You forced your best friend to reopen his wounds in front of you and you had the audacity to pour salt in them.

“Jungkook I’m so—”

“Forget it.” He’s quick to cut you off. You stare at him with wide eyes, your own tears staining your cheeks.

“Please leave me alone for a while.” He whispers and immediately you stop him from rising from the couch.

“No!” you pull him back down. He doesn’t even resist, he falls back to your side and you lead his head to rest on your beating chest.

“I’m here for you, Jungkook.”

And that’s it. That’s what it took for Jungkook to scrunch and twist his face until more tears begin flowing out of his swollen eyes. He cries into your shirt, wetting the material.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You pat his head, your fingers weaving through his dark locks.

Jungkook cries like this for several minutes, until he’s wiping away his tears and snot with his shirt sleeve. He rises from your chest and looks at you with a painful expression.

“Today is mom’s birthday.” He admits.

Fuck.

“I went to her grave today…” he sniffles, “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before. It’s just…” he starts crying again, “Saying it out loud. Makes it real, don’t you think?” His face is swollen and puffy from his tears and you can’t stop your own tears from sliding down your cheeks.

“Jungkook, I’m so, so sorry.” You feel awful. You can’t even fathom what he has gone through…

“It’s okay, this was bound to happen eventually right?” he laughs awkwardly, snot still dripping from his nose.

“I shouldn’t have forced it out of you…God, I am so sorry.”

“I…” Jungkook’s eyes refill with tears as he tries to speak again, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I really am. I tried so many times but I just couldn’t say it out loud. I just couldn’t.” The tears fall down his face once again, “I tried.” He begins to cry harder. “I really tried y/n.”

You heart breaks. This is a sight you never want to see again but if anyone has to see it you want it to be you.

“Baby…” you whisper. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

“You’d never leave me…right?” Jungkook chokes on his words as he speaks. “I couldn’t handle it.”

You shut your eyes as you think about what Jungkook has gone through. You think about why he’s been so closed off and why he has troubles with people sometimes—especially girls.

“I wouldn’t ever leave you.” You say in promise. “You’re too important to me.”

Jungkook’s face falls back into your chest, he cries into your shirt for several more minutes as you rub his back and play with his hair.

“Wasn’t I important to mom too?” You hear him whisper.

Your heart breaks even more.

“Of course you were, Jungkook.” You try to save, “I know she must have loved you a lot.”

“Then why?”

“She must of thought you were going to be strong enough without her…” Your fingers thread through his hair again, “And you are. But you know, you aren’t completely without her…” Your hand goes to his chest, over his beating heart.

“She’s here too, with you.”

And with that, Jungkook sobs harder. Like, it’s the first time he’s cried over this. And you wonder if it is. He’s gripping on to your shirt so tightly as he releases intense sob after the other. Your heart continues to fucking break.

“I’m here. I’m here.”

It’s been quiet the last 30 minutes, neither you nor Jungkook have spoken. He’s not even crying anymore, just lightly sniffling every now and then. You wonder if he has fallen asleep. You wouldn’t be surprised, all that crying will take out all the energy out of a person…

You lean your head down to get a look at Jungkook’s peaceful face…he is sleeping. You feel yourself relax as you continue to play with his hair. He needs the rest, you think.

You feel your own eye lids getting heavy and you let yourself fall asleep as well. Jungkook snuggles deeper into your side, his face nuzzling in your chest and you hold him tighter. You two sleep like this for many hours until you’re being woken up at the sound of the blender going.

The living room is lit up with sunlight and your eyes blink lazily. You realize Jungkook isn’t sleeping with you anymore and you start to panic. Where did he go? Then the blender goes off again and you decide to stand from the couch, even though your body feels so heavy.

Jungkook is in the kitchen when you walk over, he’s got his back turned to you and you creep up behind him.

“Boo.” You say, wrapping your arms around him.

“When will you realize that will never work on me?” Jungkook lightly chuckles, “Sorry to wake you up. I figure I could make us some fruit smoothies.” He turns around in your hold. You eye him up and notice how puffy his eyes are and you feel your heart drop.

“Fruit smoothie sounds delicious.” You squeeze him tighter and Jungkook laughs a wonderful laugh. It’s loud and full and filled with joy.

“Hug me back.”

Jungkook smiles down at you and circles his arms around your waist, “Sorry, sorry.”

You smile back up at him and lean your head on his body, he feels so warm it could melt you.

“About last night…” Jungkook begins pulling away from you, “I’m sorry I kind of…”

“You don’t have to apologize.” You cut in. “It’s my fault.”

“No y/n…I’m glad things happened the way they did. I actually feel so much better.” He admits, “Lighter, even.”

“Oh? Well, good. But I am still so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay baby.” He goes back in to hug you tighter. You feel his strong arms hold on to you and you want to stay like this forever. You would if you could. But—

“Shit. What time is it?” You step back from him, digging in your pocket for your phone. “Holy hell, I’m going to be late for work.”

“Then get going. I’ll text you later?” Jungkook asks with hope filling his eyes.

“Yeah.” You smile.

~~~~~~

Work was lame as usual, nothing eventful happened. Yoongi must have been too busy at the shop today since he didn’t come in for cookies. You decide you will go see him at the record shop tomorrow but for now…you’re dealing with something else—someone else.

“Oh? You thought Trina wouldn’t tell me?” It’s Jimin. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed with a popsicle between his lips. “Huh Miss Hickeys?”

“Jimin.” You drag his name out, “It’s not a big deal!” you throw your hands up in exasperation. “We were just really drunk and it didn’t mean anything. Just two drunk idiots.”

“Idiots, for sure.” Jimin sucks on the tip of the popsicle while he speaks.

“Seriously, it isn’t a big deal. We’re both over it.”

“Are you? You like him and he…fuck, this is getting so ridiculous. Promise me, just promise me…you will tell him the truth? You might be sur—”

“Jimin, stop.”

Jimin huffs out a deep, long breath and rolls his eyes at you.

“No.” he says matter of fact. “I won’t stop until you two talk.”

“Anyway there’s something more important we need to talk about…” you begin, “He told me about his mom.”

Jimin’s expression goes from shocked to guilty. He takes a few moments to finish the popsicle, biting the last inch or two and throwing the stick in the trashcan.

“I know. He told me.”

“Oh.”

“He’s been wanting to tell you for a long time y/n…but he just—”

“I know. It must have been really hard for him…all this time…”

“Yeah.” Jimin bows his head, “Me and Tae are the only ones who know because we were friends with him when it happened. That’s the only reason why or else I’m not sure anyone would know.”

“Is that…is that Jungkook’s secret? That you three…”

Jimin’s eyes expand as he realizes what you are talking about.

“N-No.” He admits softly, “That’s something else. That’s something Jungkook will definitely have to tell you on his own and trust me if you guys just talked…”

You tilt your head in confusion. What’s the correlation?

“Anyway, Jimin has Jungkook ever cried to you? About it all?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“He didn’t even cry at the funeral y/n.”

Fuck. You had a feeling. But knowing for sure is a whole other thing. The way Jungkook broke down in front of you felt like it was his first time and maybe it was and that makes your heart ache.

“Did he…cry? In front of you?” Jimin asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah…”

“Oh… he must really trust you.”

You only nod your head in response.

“If you guys just learned to communicate better…I’m really rooting for you two.”

Your heart swells at Jimin’s little confession and you nod your head again, this time with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Thanks Jimin.” Finally, you feel supported. And it makes you breathe just a little easier.

“I know things haven’t always been easy with you two ever since the Tae thing…but honestly this goes back even further. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. We…I don’t know what’s with us.” You chuckle bitterly.

“I do. And I am going to force you two to talk one of these days. I swear on it. I will give you guys some time but damn babe, this is just…” Jimin releases a long breath. “Just don’t give up, okay?”

“Can’t you just tell me?” you don’t mean to sound like you are begging but you kind of do.

“No. It’s truly truly not my place.”

“I can’t just assume what you are talking about, you know? I can’t hope for the best then get crushed. That’s too scary, Jimin.”

“I understand babe.” Jimin scoots closer to you until he’s within arms-reach and caresses your calve. “Just talk to him, please.”

“Too scary.”

“One of these days one of you will have the courage.”

~~~~~~

“And what could be in this little baggy of yours?” Yoongi grins, showing his wonderful gummy smile.

“I brought you 2 cookies Mister Oatmeal Raisin!” You shake the little bag in front of his face in a teasing manner and he chuckles.

“What did I do to deserve your kindness?” He takes the baggy from you and inspects both cookies. “You decided not to be bratty today?” he questions with a smile. “These cookies are perfect.”

You decided to visit the record shop today, on this fine afternoon. It’s one of those days where it’s cloudy and looks like it could rain but it never does. You love days like that.

“This place looks so nice!” you say, bobbing your head around to get a proper look.

“There’s a section where you can sit and drink coffee…it’s not much but its cozy. Wanna check it out?” Yoongi offers, gesturing towards the other side of the shop.

“Yeah.” You say, “Lead the way.”

He guides you to the other side of the shop next to a window. There’s a table for two and he’s right—it is cozy looking.

You sit down and wait for Yoongi as he fetches two coffees, which you are so excited about since you have a fucking addiction.

He sets a cup down in front of you and takes his seat.

“So any new happy moments in life? Anything new to be grateful for?”

“I—”

“That’s a trick question,” Yoongi’s eyes go small as he smiles widely, “There’s always new moments to be grateful for.”

You can’t help but laugh, you bring the steaming hot coffee to your mouth and you blow on the liquid multiple times before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip.

“Yes I guess so.” You smile.

“And what are they?”

“I’m grateful the sun is hiding today, I like the clouds a lot.”

“I love that.” Yoongi takes a sip of his own coffee. “What else?”

“I’m happy you brought me coffee.”

“I’m glad I somehow made it on your list of things.”

“What about you?” you ask.

“I’m grateful my A.C is working again!” he laughs, “It was actually broken for a couple days and I had like 5 fans plugged in around the place. I don’t think anyone wanted to come in here.”

“Oh no! Well, I’m glad it’s working!”

“How are things with your friend Jungkook? You guys were complicated last time I checked.”

You raise your brows in surprise that Yoongi would bring up Jungkook. But somehow you also aren’t surprised, it seems Yoongi takes a genuine interest in your life.

“We’re actually doing okay…” You bring the coffee back to your lips, taking another sip when—

“Have you told him your feelings yet?” Yoongi casually takes a gulp of coffee as you choke on yours.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry…was that too forward?” Yoongi sets his cup down. “To be fair, you both are very obvious.

“What do you means us ‘both’?” You grab a napkin and wipe your chin where coffee dribbled.

“He clearly likes you too.” Yoongi stares at you as you stare back with a blank expression, and he laughs. “You two remind me of myself and someone I used to know.”

“Used to?”

“We were never on the same page…too many missed opportunities that it ruined anything we could have had.” Yoongi frowns for a split second before breaking out into a soft, gummy smile. “I’d hate to see that happen to you.”

“Yoongi—”

“But if it does then better for me?” he whispers with a smile in his voice.

“What do you mean by—”

“Oh. But he has a girlfriend, right?” Yoongi cuts you off with his question.

“Not exactly but basically…”

Vanessa. Your stomach drops at the mention of her and you hate it. Why does she have to have such a strong affect on you? Why does she even have to exist? You mean, she can exist but maybe not in your life—or Jungkook’s life.

Suddenly, the doors bell goes off with a ding and Yoongi is smiling brightly at whoever just walked in. You continue to sip your coffee not giving it much mind.

“Taehyung!” Yoongi shouts out, standing from his chair to wave over his friend.

Wait, Taehyung? He can’t mean the same Taehyung—

“y/n?”

Oh shit. You turn around in your seat and your face falls when you see him. Even on this cloudy day his skin is so golden like the sun is shining down on him, he looks bright and beautiful. As usual.

“Hi Taehyung.” You wave awkwardly. He can immediately tell how uncomfortable you are, his face deepening into a frown.

“I can come by later…” he offers to you.

“No, no. Don’t be ridiculous.” You try smiling but it’s quite tense.

Yoongi looks between you two and he points between your bodies.

“You two know each other?”

“We went to school together, had mutual friends blah blah blah.” You say.

Taehyung only agrees with the nod of his head. Yoongi blinks at your two and opens his mouth to say ‘Ah.’ And heads to the back for another cup of coffee.

“How have you been y/n?” Taehyung asks awkwardly, he shifts from one foot to the other as he stands here.

“Pretty good, I think.”

“You think?” he chuckles. “Hey, sorry if my texts bother you…”

“They don’t.” you say honestly. “Sorry I don’t always reply.”

“It’s okay, I understand. How’s…Jungkook?” Taehyung eyes shoot down to the floor. “He doesn’t answer my texts either. It really hurts to see years of friendship go down the drain…”

“He’s mad at you Tae,” You begin, “But I think one of these days he will chill out.” You laugh and this makes Taehyung ease up.

“He really fucking loves you.”

“Well we are best friends… sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“We kind of stopped talking for a little while but we’re back to being friends.” You try explaining but Yoongi is walking back in with a cup of coffee in hand. He hands it to Taehyung, which he accepts gratefully.

“You’re here for that new Jazz mix record, right? I have it behind the counter for you.” Yoongi says to Taehyung and Taehyung only gives him a thumbs up. He eyes you curiously, wondering what the hell happened between you and Jungkook.

“I have to get back to work boys!” You stand from the table, “Thanks for the coffee Yoongs”

Yoongi smiles at the new nickname.

“And maybe I’ll see you around, Tae?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung gives you his signature boxy grins and you feel like maybe things all around are getting better. Just maybe.

~~~~~

Jungkook has his hands knotted in Vanessa’s hair as she chokes on his cock, her lips wrapped around it fully.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whines out, “I’m so close.”

Vanessa only moans in response, she continues to bob her head up and down on his dick making his orgasm approach quickly.

“Gonna come, gonna come.”

And he does, he comes down her throat and she swallows it all perfectly. Only a drop or two left behind on her lips which she quickly wipes away with her fingers.

Vanessa stands to her feet and Jungkook pulls her in for a quick kiss.

“That was good…” he says, somewhat out of breath.

“Glad.” She says smoothly, going in for another kiss. This time she lingers, her lips lasting for a moment longer on his.

Vanessa’s fingers brush against his neck, she traces the outline of one last bruise left on the side below his ear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” she smiles coyly. “You two sure are weird.” She says flatly.

“Vanessa…”

“It’s fine. I know you know I still see him. It’s not like we agreed to be exclusive.” She taps her skinny fingers on his chest.

“But we are trying aren’t we? To make this work?”

“You aren’t trying very hard, are you?” the amusement in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“He cheated on you, Vanessa. Why are you still seeing him? I thought you said he has a girlfriend now?”

Vanessa pauses her tapping on his chest, her eyes go wide for a second. Like, for a second she wasn’t void of emotion.

“He does.” She says smoothly before she begins tapping her fingers against his chest again.

“He cheated on me with this girl.” She admits, “Little does this bitch know—”

“Is that healthy? Getting revenge?” Jungkook asks, concern lacing his voice.

Vanessa continues to tap her fingers as she narrows her eyes at Jungkook.

“You want to talk to me about what’s healthy?” her empty laugh fills the room.

“I want you to stop.” Jungkook’s hands go to her hips, “Let’s be exclusive, Vanessa.”

“I can’t stop…” she whispers softly, “I can’t let go.”

Jungkook observes Vanessa for a few moments, she looks as vulnerable as she did the first time she talked about her ex with him. He feels sorry for her. He really does want her to move on, for her own sake.

“You can move forward, Vanessa. You have me.”

Vanessa looks into his eyes, studying his serious expression. She can tell he means well but…she doesn’t have him. She never will.

“Please Vanessa, we can make this work.” He begs, yes begs.

Vanessa tilts her head to the side. Oh? This must be his desperation talking, she thinks. His desperation to get over you. She knows this. And she doesn’t hold it against him and instead she decides to help him.

“Okay, let’s make this work.”

~~~~~~~

y/n 8:09pm

On a scale of 1-10 how bad do you wanna watch spirited away right now?

Jungkook 8:15pm

11 girl don’t play

y/n 8:16pm

I thought so, I think this means you need to come over and watch it w meeee

Jungkook 8:20pm

Lemme shower and I’ll be over:)

y/n 8:22pm

Bring beer pllllssss

Jungkook 8:42pm

On my way

y/n 8:45pm

Drive safe bb

It’s around 9pm exactly when you hear soft knocking on the front door. You scurry towards the door and open it, finding Jungkook on the other side. He is wearing your favorite gray puma sweat suit and his hair is wavy and damp. He smiles at you when he sees you eyeing him up and down.

“Like what you see?” he teases.

“Wow, what a classic line Jungkook. Real original.” You scoff, letting the boy through.

Jungkook walks in, setting down a case of beer on the breakfast table.

“I brought our favorite.” He gestures towards the beer on the table. “Let’s drink it while it’s nice and chilly.”

“Agreed. I already have the movie set up.” You point towards the T.V “Ready for our viewing pleasure.”

“Where’s Holly?” Jungkook takes two beers from the case, handing one over to you.

“Her and Trina went out to some bar, I didn’t feel like going.” You take the beer and twist off the cap, Jungkook does the same. You two clank the bottles together in cheers and take a few sips.

“Ah.” You say, the refreshing beer making you feel well, refreshed.

“Because you don’t feel like going to a bar? Or because you would rather hang out with me?” Jungkook smirks, taking another sip of his beer.

“Because I didn’t feel like getting pretty.” You bring the beer to your lips, but you don’t drink from the bottle, just waiting for a response instead.

“You’re always pretty.”

You take a sip of the beer, feeling satisfied with his response. “I know.” You half joke.

“Let’s go to a bar.” Jungkook blurts out.

“W-What?”

“Let’s go in our lounge clothes.” He smiles, “Let’s just do it.”

“No!” you laugh out, “We look like slobs. Well, I do. You look…” your hand motions towards his body, “You know, you look…”

“Are you trying to say I’m hot, y/n?” Jungkook’s sly smile grows as he drinks his beer.

“You know what I mean.” You huff out.

“Well, I think the same of you. So let’s go.”

You can’t help but laugh, you continue to drink your beer back, the liquid settling nicely.

“Okay. Fuck it, let’s do it.” You can’t help but grin, the idea of going to a bar in yoga pants and a t shirt with your sort of best friend sounds so great to you.

“But maybe a little makeup…” Jungkook starts chuckling as you hit his arm with your fist.

“Shut up.”

The bar is mostly pretty casual, maybe not as casual as you and Jungkook but still casual.

Only a small handful of people are actually dressed nicely, but mostly are in jeans and nice shirts. Somehow Jungkook is still the hottest guy here. Even in his sweat suit. You’re surprised you two even got let in, does this place not have some sort of dress code? Guess not.

It’s pretty loud inside, the place has a live band and a decent dance floor. You and Jungkook head towards the bar and take your seats.

The bartender takes a few minutes to reach you two and when she does she automatically nods at Jungkook for his order.

“Two long islands please.” He says, he smirks towards you and you smile back. Long islands? Oh you’re getting drunk drunk tonight.

“You got it.” She smiles at him with all her teeth, and turns around to start mixing the drinks.

“Long islands, huh?” you rest your head in your hand on the bar top.

“I figure neither of us are driving tonight, we might as well go hard.” Jungkook smiles at you. “I’ll buy this first round?”

“Sounds good to me.” You bump fists with Jungkook with a wide smile. “Wanna make a bet?”

“What’s that?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you.

“I bet you $5 that by the end of the night the bartender will hit on you.”

“But I also bet $5 that the bartender will hit on me.” Jungkook pouts.

You stare at him in disbelief at his cockiness and you burst out into giggles.

“Fair enough.” You say between laughs.

The bartender slides two drinks to you and Jungkook, she twists and twirls her hair in her fingers as she asks Jungkook how it tastes. He takes a sip and gives her a thumbs up, you can’t help but snicker.

“Can we also get two tequila shots?” you wave at the bartender. She turns to face you and frowns.

“Sure.” She puts on a fake smile and turns to fill up two shot glasses with tequila. She sets them in front of you a Jungkook and tells you the amount due.

“Tequila shots? Are we trying to fucking die tonight?” Jungkook chuckles from beside you. He grabs two limes and hands you one.

“To us.” You say, lifting your shot in the air.

“To you.” Jungkook whispers as you clank glasses and throw back the shots.

Holy shit, you are fucking wasted. After several tequila shots and a few long islands you and Jungkook are barely holding on. Okay, fine. It’s not that bad. But you guys are really drunk!

His hand hasn’t left your waist for hours, and it feels so fucking nice. It feels perfect. It feels right.

“y/n?” a voice calls out to you. You know this voice, really well in fact.

“Taehyung!” you cheer. You stumble forward and go in for a high five and his drunk ass high fives you back.

“Fancy seeing you again.” You giggle.

Jungkook’s hand grips your waist tighter as he narrows his eyes at Taehyung.

“What do you mean again?” Jungkook asks, his voice low.

“We ran into each other at my friend Yoongi’s” you slur out.

“Hi Jungkookie.” Taehyung awkwardly sways back and forth, his words also slurred. It’s obvious he’s on the same level as drunk as you.

“…Hey.” Jungkook hesitates to respond, he looks between you two. “y/n…is this okay? Talking to him?”

“Hm? Oh? Yeah.” You stare at Jungkook blankly. Why wouldn’t it be, you think.

“Jungkook, maybe we could talk just the two of us?”

You look between the boys and somehow you feel yourself sobering up just a bit.

“Uh. I’ll go to the bathroom.” You say, already walking away.

“You know how sorry I feel.” Taehyung begins, “About everything.”

“What’s everything?” Jungkook mumbles under his breath.

“I’m sorry for what I did to y/n. But I am also sorry for holding your secret over you like that to keep mine.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook slurs out, “That was fucked up.”

“I miss you guys…” Taehyung takes a sip of his drink, “Even Jimin barely talks to me.”

“Shouldn’t have messed with our girl.”

“You mean, your girl.” Taehyung drunkenly corrects Jungkook.

“Whatever.”

“Seriously man, when are you just going to grow the fucking balls?” Taehyung raises his voice just a bit, “It’s clear how you both feel—”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about man, plus I have a girlfriend now—”

“You guys are official now?” You walk up to the boys, cutting in. You feel like maybe he’s just saying that.

“y/n…yeah, we just made it official.” Jungkook admits, running a hand through his hair, sighing out in frustration.

Oh. You feel your heart begin to crumble. They’re dating for real now?

“Do you have feelings for her?” You blurt out.

Jungkook shifts from one foot to another, he breathes in and out in and out. He bites on his bottom lip, thinking of how to respond.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

Well, at least he’s honest.

“Well, I’m going to head back to my friends…” Taehyung butts in awkwardly. “It was nice seeing you two.” And with that he’s slipping away in the crowd.

“Wanna dance?” you say, trying your best to change the subject. You decide you don’t want to know his answer.

“Sure.” Jungkook smiles at you, he reaches for your hand and you squeeze his tightly. You guide him to the dance floor, the song is a slow one. You two look at one another but there’s nothing awkward about this. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands circle around your waist, he pulls you in close as you two sway to the music.

“Never go 3 months without me again.” You whisper into his neck.

“W-Why are you bringing that up now?”

“I have to keep my eyes on you, Jungkook. Without my supervision you go off and get yourself a girlfriend.” Your drunken words pierce his heart.

“Is that a problem?” He whispers back. “Yes, a big problem.” You lean back to get a look at his face, he’s already staring down at you, he somehow brings you in even closer.

“Whys that?” He breathes out.

“Want you all for myself.” You admit, drunk words are sober thoughts right?

“You want me baby?” Jungkook leans down until he’s so close, like he cannot control it.

“Yes.” You blink up at him, your lips parted.

The song changes but you two continue to dance like it’s a slow song.

“I bet you $5 that some guy will hit on you in the next couple of minutes.”

You tilt your head and drunkenly giggle, “I highly doubt that.”

Jungkook reaches in his back pocket and hands you a five dollar bill.

“What’s this f—”

“You’re so fucking beautiful” and then his lips are just a mere inch away from yours before he’s pulling back with a look of horror and guilt plastered on his face.

“I—I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m with Vanessa now. I’m just drunk. I’m really drunk. You’re really drunk. We don’t know what we’re doing.” He drunkenly rambles.

You feel your heart sink down into your lower belly, you feel it crack and break into a million pieces. That’s right. Vanessa. He’s making it work with that girl.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“You’re my best friend y/n.” Jungkook slurs out, “I’m trying so hard not to ruin that.”

You only nod your head.

“Let’s go home.” You say.

~~~~~~

Your bed is comfy as ever, especially this drunk. Jungkook takes his shirt off and slips into the sheets, settling next to you.

“Wanna cuddle?” he offers.

“I don’t know if Vanessa would like that.” You slur.

“Right.” Jungkook lays on his back, his arms folding beneath his head. “Should I sleep in the living room?”

“No. I want you here.” You admit between soft breaths. “I always want you here.” You yawn out.

“Good.” Jungkook reaches out to hold you, “I don’t think Vanessa will mind if I cuddle my best friend for just five minutes.”

“Five minutes only” you tease. You shuffle closer to him, his warmth escaping his body and clinging to yours.

You two fall asleep like this. Morning comes slowly, like the world is giving you a chance to really appreciate one another’s company. Like the world knows that moments like this are so hard to come by. Like the world knows that you two need this.

When you wake up the next day, its half past noon. You’re still in Jungkook’s arms while he is dead asleep. You nuzzle into his chest and thank the world for giving you this moment. This moment to embrace him like he is yours, a moment to kiss his cheek like he is yours, a moment to whisper you love him like he is yours.

But he isn’t. He isn’t yours and that’s the reality. But you thank the world nonetheless. Because you need these moments to stay sane. But how do you two always end up like this? Can you keep blaming the alcohol? He tried to kiss you last night and that’s also the reality.

Jungkook wanted to kiss you. Can he keep saying it’s just because he’s drunk?

But he’s with Vanessa now and you have to respect that. And you will respect that.

You thank the world though, that right now he’s in your arms, breathing your air, and sharing this moment. Just you and him.

Finally, after another half hour Jungkook begins to stir in his sleep.

You stare at him as he wakes up and his sleepy eyes find yours.

“G’morning.” His voice is low and raspy and you want to swoon.

“Hi.”

“We…” he looks between your bodies. “Didn’t do anything, right?”

You feel your chest tighten, “No, Jungkook.” You answer calmly.

“Okay…” Jungkook frowns, “We can’t keep doing this, can we?”

Somehow you know exactly what he’s talking about, you can’t keep building this tension between you two. It goes nowhere.

“No” You admit softly, “We can’t.”

You think about Jimin’s words…could Jungkook…? But you don’t want to jump to happy conclusions, put yourself out there and then be wrong. But he tried to fucking kiss you. The girls were right, is this really all for you? You can’t keep doing this. It’s not good for you. “We really can’t.” you say again.

Jungkook smiles, but its soft and sad and makes you want to kiss his pouting lips until he shows you a real smile but you can’t.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Jungkook moves to his back, he stares up at the ceiling.

“I was just really drunk.” He continues, “Drunk me is wild.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“Is that really an excuse anymore?” you feel brave enough to say.

“y/n…”

“Forget it. We’re okay.”

“Are we?” Jungkook moves back to his side, facing you. He gives you a troubled look and you melt. Why are you always melting because of this man?

“Yeah. What’s more important is that your birthday is next week…”

“Oh yeah.”

“Can I be in charge of your party?”

“I don’t want a party, just a couple of friends.”

“Let me host it!”

“Okay, fine.” Jungkook smiles, “I can’t wait.”

“Do I have to invite Vanessa?”

“y/n.” Jungkook groans.

“Kidding!” you sing. Although, you aren’t entirely sure that you’re just kidding.

“It would be nice if you could plan this with Vanessa actually…she mentioned wanting to do something nice for my birthday too.” He sort of whispers out, like he didn’t want you to actually hear.

“Oh.” You aren’t sure what to say. You obviously don’t want co-host a get together with Vanessa but she is his girlfriend after all.

“Fine.”

You and Vanessa? Let’s see how this goes.

#bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook angst

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Sweeter Endings

Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Still reeling from the financial realities of losing your mother you turn to a lucrative website for help and get more than you could have bargained for.

W/C: 5,325

Warnings: Smut (no minors 18+ only), light D/S dynamics, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, swearing

A/N: NO MINORS, I wrote this for @donutloverxo 's Sugary 4k Challenge (Congrats!!) I love sugar daddy AUs so I was really excited to write this!! If you like it then please like/reblog/comment I'm all ears! Also maybe check out my other stuff if you want! Cheers!

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The saying ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ was truer than you’d ever imagined and you found out the hard way. Life had hit you hard last year. You had watched your mother succumb very quickly to cancer. A cold that just wouldn’t go away turned into a doctor’s visit turned into three months left to live. Having no one else in her life, the cost of her funeral and medical bills fell to you. The bills outweighing the inheritance you had no choice but to drop out of school.

One year later you were hanging on by threads to keep yourself off the streets without turning to a loan shark or selling yourself. Stocking shelves at a bougie grocery store in Soho by day and bartending in Tribeca by night had you working six days a week. What free time you had you were too exhausted to do anything with. Something had to give or you were going to collapse from the stress, you just didn’t know what.

A couple weeks ago you had been casually venting about how broke you were with a coworker when she jokingly suggested signing up for one of those Sugar Daddy sites. You laughed along with her but it sounded better than getting a third job. You had quietly asked one of your roommates to borrow their laptop saying you needed to look at job postings only half a lie, really and locked yourself in your room.

You were just gonna check out the website, maybe sign up and poke around, it didn’t mean you were committing to anything, just looking. You remembered first looking at the website once your shitty wifi loaded it, promising ‘beautiful and successful people making mutually beneficial connections’. You balked after reading that but you couldn’t look at any profiles without making one yourself so you had set to work.

After making your profile you hadn’t gotten any hits in about a week so you shrugged it off. You couldn’t keep hogging your roommate’s computer anyways so you set off back to work. Your days at the store wore on into endless nights at the bar and you wondered what other options you really had when you had no degree and no experience in any relevant field.

___

6 o’clock on a Thursday night, the typical after work crowd begins to roll in. The bar you work in is upscale, classy. Definitely trying to lure in the businessmen that worked in the area and their wallets. It annoyed you to deal with the same type of customers you did at the store all over again but with the high end crowd came good tips so you couldn't complain too much.

It was busier than usual when a group of men in suits walked in together asking for a booth. You saw a lot of business meetings take place over whiskey sours in this place so you didn’t think much of it. You tried your best to keep tending to your regulars when a pair from the group came over.

One of the men had deep brown eyes and a sly grin that when split gave you the perfect view of the gap between his teeth. He was confident but he had a kind look to him. His friend had dirty blond hair and a beard that clung to his perfect jawline and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t snuck a second look. You turned your back and continued filling orders to distract yourself when one of them cleared their throat behind you.

As you turned to face them you found it was the blond calling after you. His face held a hint of surprise but it was quickly replaced by a look of amusement as he smirked and one brow lifted, like he knew something you didn’t. He was like any other typical customer for you, professional and handsome, probably over-confident in himself. You returned his smirk and prepared your best charming banter. Time to earn those tips.

“Something to drink for you, gentleman?” You offered.

“We’d like a round of scotch for the table over there. You don’t mind bringing it over, do you sweetheart?” the brown-eyed man asked.

“Of course not” you answered. Pricks.

“Good girl” the blond said with a wink. Creep. A hot creep but still. Before you could ask he took his card out of his wallet and put it on the counter for the tab.

____

A round had come and passed, soon they’d asked for another but this time it was just the blond that approached you. You lifted your eyebrows in anticipation of an order.

“You here often?” he asked. Ugh, not even a good pick up line.

“Am I here at my job often?” You retorted with a playful smile.

The man’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Sorry you just uh, you look familiar that’s all. What’s your name?”

You supplied him with it and asked him if he wanted another round of scotch. He nodded.

“Smart girl, I’m Steve by the way.” He laid down his business card which you picked up with a look of challenging curiosity. Steve Rogers, CEO of Shield inc.

Oh. You didn’t recognize the name but you definitely knew the company. It felt like a quarter of their employees stopped in for a drink throughout the week and it was prominent enough of a company that you read about it weekly. Play it cool, these types want to feel like an every-man at the bar but still wanna feel important.

You raised your eyebrows again in recognition. “Nice to meet you, Steve, I’ll have your round right out.”

“Good Girl” he winked again at you. Okay so it’s hot, but he’s a total stranger and you don’t even know him. Stay on your game.

___

10 o’clock came around and things were thinning out slightly, regulars made their way out, awkward Tinder dates and rowdy young 20-somethings made their way in. The party of businessmen was still around but they were hopefully wrapping up after the 2 more rounds they’d had. Steve approached the bar once more and you preemptively picked up the bottle of scotch.

“Whoa, easy, girl! I’m here to pick up the tab” He said, taking out his wallet.

“What’s the name on the tab?” You decided to play dumb but based off the grin on his face he knew you were playing with him.

“Steve. Rogers.” He replied, his tone was stern but his eyes told you he was in on the joke.

You cashed him out and left him to sign his receipt so you could make more drinks. You saw him move in your peripheral and turned your head to see his face.

“Have a good night, sweetheart. I’ll be seein’ ya” he promised.

“Take care!” You smiled back.

A few minutes later you circled back to collect his receipt and found three $100 bills staring back at you. You blinked dumbly in disbelief, who the hell leaves a 200% tip? Looking around to see if Steve was still here he was nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to pocket the money.

____

Another week went by and left you wondering how much energy and concentration it would take for you to just evaporate, since that seemed easier than going to work today. Sadly still in solid form, you punched in at the store and stowed your things in your locker.

Your upscale customer base was a mostly pretentious and successful group of yuppies so even though you were grateful to not be on the streets you were constantly reminded of the professional success you couldn’t help but feel that you were missing out on. Stuck instead to listen to incessant whining ‘is this organic? I won’t eat it unless it’s organic’.

The upside of this job was that the time went by quickly because you always had so much to do. Plus with how monotonous the work was it was easy enough to zone out. So much so that you hadn’t heard someone calling your name and approaching you. A hand softly touching your shoulder snapped you into the present.

You looked up, startled to find a pair of blue eyes staring back into yours. You took a step back and processed who it was. “CEO guy?” Steve?

“‘CEO guy?’ I thought I recognized you, ‘barmaid’ or should I say… ‘stock girl?’” He joked using his fingers to make quotations.

Now that you thought about it, the store isn’t that far at all from the bar, it would make sense if he’s in the area. You smiled and tapped your nametag in response.

“I just came in on my lunch to grab a few groceries” looking down at his basket it held some protein powder, some eggs, and one lonely banana. “Clearly, I’m single. But you’d know that already, wouldn’t you?”

Your brows twinged together in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?

“Excuse me?”

He edged a little closer to you and lowered his voice “SeekingConnection.com?”

Your eyes widened in shock. The fucking Sugar Daddy site! I forgot about that! Surprise was quickly replaced with humiliation. You looked down and away as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you” Steve placated, “But I gotta say, I’m pretty hurt you never responded to me. I sent that message weeks ago and let’s just say I’m not used to rejection.” He kept his tone light, letting you know he wasn’t mad.

“I-I um, I’m sorry, I don’t have a computer and they don’t have an app, I was using my roommates’ computer and I guess I forgot about it…” You admitted.

Steve nodded in acknowledgement. Please say something to salvage this conversation. Please.

“Well,” Steve rummaged in his pocket for another business card. “You got a pen on you?”

You dug around in your apron and came up with one. Handing it to him you watched as he wrote on the back of the card. He held the card and the pen out to you.

“That’s my number, I’d ask for yours but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, you already look like you wanna sink through the floor” Not helping, but I do. You took them from him and tucked them away in the pocket of your apron.

“You do have a phone right?” You only glared at him in response. “Well, if you check your profile, you would’ve seen I asked you out to lunch, offer still stands. Just text me when you’re free”

Should I even say yes? I mean, the winking the other night was weird but he’s good looking and at least somewhat considerate. I mean, it’s not like I had any other intention when I signed up for that site. What the hell. right?

“I… usually work mid shifts so I don’t know if lunch is doable, they only give me half an hour but, maybe we could do coffee? I’ve got tomorrow off from the bar I could meet you” you suggested.

If Steve felt pity for you he hid it well behind the wide smile he made when you offered coffee instead.

“There’s a place around the corner from here, just up a block, you know it? I’m off tomorrow at 6, why don’t you meet me there?”

“Sounds like a plan.” He winked at you again and started walking away. What the hell just happened?

____

You did end up borrowing your roommate’s computer once again when you got home to look up Steve’s DM. Sure enough, there he had been in all his internet glory. ‘Steve, 33, CEO. likes: art, conversation, whiskey. Digging around further on his profile you found that he owned several houses here and in Europe, he had a dog that was cuter than he was, and that he was ‘Seeking deeper connection’. All of these things piqued your interest.

‘Hey, Doll. Saw your profile and I had to ask, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? Kidding, of course. But maybe you’d care to tell me your story over lunch? Your profile says we’re both in New York. - Steve’ Sent three weeks ago. Fuck.

You had texted him earlier to confirm, which is how you found yourself walking up the sidewalk towards the shop with a mind running rampant with nervous thoughts. What if he just wants to feel big about himself in comparison to me? What would I even really have to offer the relationship? A college dropout working two dead-end jobs with no social life. You needed to snap yourself out of it. You were just meeting for coffee doesn’t mean anything.

Pushing open the door you found Steve waving at you from a quiet corner. He was still in a suit, presumably coming from work himself. Even the buttons on his shirt looked expensive. You were wearing dirty jeans and a worn pair of work boots paired with a flannel. You couldn’t have looked more different if you tried.

“I waited for you to order,” He said. You smiled up at him, only now realizing how tall he was in comparison to you. He ushered you both towards the counter where you both placed your orders. You moved to take your wallet from your purse but he had already beat you there.

“Really? As if I’d let the lady pay, and on the first date no less?” He said playfully.

“Oh, so this is a date now, is it?” You kidded.

Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and gave you that boyish grin and a shrug. The pair of you made your way back to the table and waited for your drinks to be brought over.

“How was work?” You asked, “What exactly is it that your company does?”

“We offer security and surveillance software domestically as well as international. Stadiums, airports, other government buildings. Things of that nature. And work was fine, thank you for asking” Steve said with a genuine smile. “How was your day, doll?”

“Oh, my day was fine, more of the same but y’know,” You answered half-heartedly.

“You know, you never answered me, what’s a funny, pretty gal like you doing on a site like that?”

Embarrassment hit you again, this time maybe accompanied with a hint of shame. You were saved momentarily by your drinks being delivered. He seemed truly interested and since he was paying you supposed you owed him an answer.

“I was going to Columbia and I had a pretty good internship when my mom got diagnosed with cancer. She died three months later and since it was only always just the two of us I ended up footing the bill. I was on partial scholarship but between the hospital and the funeral I can’t really afford the rest of tuition on top of working for free so here I am” you explained, “Oh my god, I’m sorry I’m totally oversharing aren’t I? You probably don’t wanna hear about a bummer like this, sorry”

You tried to laugh to ease the tension you thought you’d created. Braving a look at Steve, he looked thoughtful and only a little bit like he pitied you. You could live with that.

“I’m really sorry about your mom, mine also got really sick before she died, I know it must’ve been hard. What were you in school for?”

___

You and Steve talked for hours, trading anecdotes of childhood and talking about each other’s interests. You had a similar sense in humour so you got on swimmingly. The evening seemed to be coming to a close as the night sky sent in through the window.

Being with Steve was probably the most relaxed you’d felt since before your mom was diagnosed. It became difficult to focus on anything but your financial situation and even though that’s what brought you here in the first place you had managed to forget all about it.

“So look, us getting together wasn’t exactly the most conventional on meet-cutes but to put it bluntly,” He said, “The CEO life makes it hard to meet real people and it gets kinda lonely, I mean, you saw my grocery basket” You both laughed at that. “You need money and I need company, I feel like we could help each other out. Whad’ya say? Think you could put up with me?”

You knew what this was but hearing it put so plainly was a little surprising. At least he was to the point.

“So if I said yes what does that mean, exactly?” you inquired.

“Well,” he started, “We take care of each other. Let me cover some of your bills at the very least, make it so you’d be comfortable quitting at least one of your jobs. And you’d keep me company, we go on dates, maybe you could come over, there’s the occasional work event or charity gala I’d need you on my arm for. Thoughts?”

God I can’t even imagine what it’s like to work only one job anymore. Maybe I could even save up and go back to school. He’s cute and he seems sensible, why not?

“Could we maybe take things slow? What you describe is something I’m down for but I don’t want to make myself completely dependent on you. But I’d love to be there for you, and I have to admit, the thought of only working one full time job is pretty crazy to me” You laughed.

Steve swallowed and placed one of his large, warm hands over yours.

“I can do things the old fashioned way, if that’s what you’d feel good with. I gotta say though, with looks like that it’s not gonna be easy” he jested.

You smiled shyly and looked away. You both stood to leave and he held the door open for you.

“I’ve already got your number from when you texted me earlier but I’ll talk to my assistant about my schedule and maybe I could take you out to dinner this weekend?”

“I um, I’d really like that. It’s a date” You stated.

“Oh, so you think this is a date now?” He jested.

You lightly punched him in the arm and he took the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You looked up to find his face inches from yours. You could smell his aftershave and his deep voice gave you goosebumps when he spoke next.

“I kinda want to kiss you goodnight, would that be okay?”

You could only nod as he shut his eyes and closed in. Your lips met in one perfect, chaste kiss. You sighed and leaned into his hand as it briefly cupped your face.

You broke apart and made promises to see each other soon. You felt like you could’ve floated home as you boarded the subway, caught up in the swarm of newly forming feelings.

_____

You sat in the break room when your phone buzzed to life, ‘Saturday at 7?’

You were about to type out a yes when you forgot you worked closing at the bar. Your thumbs moved quickly to tap out the reply ‘Working, sorry :/ the pitfalls of bartending. Sunday at 7?’

You were nervous telling him no and asking to change plans. You hated not being able to make things work but you only just met the man and the weekend tips were killer, it’s not like you could turn the shift down.

‘Ah yes, almost forgot. Sunday works too, I’ll text you the details. What’s your address? I’ll pick you up’

Oh, God. Steve can’t see my building! His cufflinks probably cost more than my rent!

‘I’ll just meet you there, don’t worry about it’

‘Not a chance, doll. Just tell me where and I’ll come get you’

You let out a worried sigh but knew you had to let it go. You sent him your address and went back to work.

____

Saturday was maybe the longest day in your entire week, in fact you loathed it. Mornings at the store followed by running immediately to the bar. Last call in New York was 4am so it’s a good thing you didn’t try to make brunch plans with Steve for Sunday. But ultimately both your shifts passed without major incident and now it was Sunday and you tried to ready yourself the best you could.

The place Steve mentioned was fancy, you knew that much from a quick search. Panicking instantly upon realizing you don’t really have any nice clothes you turned to your most fashionable roommate for help. She loaned you a cocktail dress that was revealing enough to draw interest without giving everything away. You just hoped Steve would like it.

‘Downstairs, doll. Silver BMW’ you exhaled. Hoo boy, here we go.

____

Steve handed his keys to the valet and rushed around to open your door for you. You held his hand and you clambered onto the sidewalk in your heels. His warm hand on the small of your back as he steered you towards the doors was a comforting weight.

Dinner has been lovely so far, he chose a place that wasn’t completely white-glove but was upscale enough to make you feel only a little underdressed.

You joked back and forth with him over the course of the meal, talked about your lives, and even found out you both have a guilty pleasure for cheesy rom-coms. It wasn’t until dessert and your third glass of wine came that you realized how much time had passed. You frowned slightly thinking of the early morning ahead of you followed by a long night at the bar.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“Oh, nothing I just didn’t realize how late it was, I’ve got both jobs tomorrow it’ll just be a long day that’s all” you tried to wave it off but Steve frowned in response.

“Quit the bar” he stated.

“What?”

“Quit the bar. This is your card, I’ve already loaded $3000 on there. Put me in touch with your landlord and I’ll get you taken care of.” He slid the card across the table to you. Your name printed on the front. This got real very quickly.

“Steve, that’s.” You were in shock, a loss for words almost “that’s too much, I don’t know what to say.” You felt embarrassed taking the money. You knew that was the essence of your arrangement but actually taking his money had you feeling uneasy.

“Honey, this is what I’m here for. Let me take care of you. Give up your late nights. I wanna take you out on the weekends and you’ll need to be available for events. You can stay at the store if you want but quit the bar, you don’t need it.”

You took a deep sigh. He did say he wanted you to be comfortable quitting one of your jobs; it's just making the change that scares you. But something about Steve felt safe so you nodded and looked up to him.

“I’ll put in my two weeks”

“Good girl” he patted your knee and you involuntarily clenched your thighs. He smirked at that but let it go.

____

A few months had come and gone since that night and your time with Steve had been great. Only working the one job gave you so much more free time. You'd spent a good chunk of it just trying to form a normal sleep schedule but all the time you spent with Steve made it difficult. Not that you minded especially since your allowance was monthly but he’d showered you with gifts here and there.

They started off small, perfume, chocolates and flowers, or a simple pair of white gold hoops that reminded him of you. They gradually became pricier and more elaborate. You’d felt guilty accepting it all at first but he was insistent you deserve the best. He had even mentioned you moving out maybe finding a better place but you reminded him you needed to go slow.

He’d also been nothing short of a gentleman. Out in public at least, you’d learned the hard way that he was an absolute animal in bed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your hands off of him.

Something you had appreciated about Steve is that he never made you feel bad or less than for being broke. Never held his money over your head like leverage. You’d felt equal to him in all aspects, understanding you had just as much say as he did.

Still, there was a small nagging voice in the back of your head that reminded you Steve is not your boyfriend. This isn't a relationship and he's looking to get something out of just like you are. But if you were being honest you were catching feelings, it was hard not to when the man was giving you the fantasy. You decided to push that voice aside whenever it came up and let yourself be swept away. Maybe that would bite you in the ass but for now you were happy.

____

You were buzzed into Steve’s building and on the elevator ride up to his penthouse your phone buzzed. ‘I have to make a quick call- I’ve got a present waiting for you in the living room.’ You couldn’t help but feel giddy.

The doors opened and Steve was nowhere in sight but as you entered the living room a bag from Chanel and the Apple Store sat on the table. Oh god, what this time? I swear this man is too much.

You opened the smaller bag from Chanel first and found a beautiful black and white evening bag. It was sleek and simple, very much to your tastes. You were nervous to open the Apple bag, Steve always went overboard. Shakily removing the paper you pulled out the slim case in disbelief. A MacBook Air and a pair of AirPod Pros. The man well and truly spoiled you.

“You said you didn’t have a computer.” His voice came from behind you and startled you.

“Steve, this is too much. You’re too much.” You swung your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Nothin’s too much for you, doll.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Think you could take a couple days off of work? I just got off the phone and confirmed plans for my house in Nice.”

A trip? France?? Oh my god. How is this my life? You felt so overwhelmed that you grabbed Steve by the collar and brought his face down to meet you in a kiss. His tongue swiped your lips and you granted him entrance. Moaning into his mouth your hands traveled up into his hair, pulling softly and coaxing a groan out of him.

He guided you to sit on the couch and brought you down into his lap. You ground down onto him and felt his hard-on through his slacks. Your hand moved slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down your jaw towards your neck. You sighed softly when he found your sweet spot and started sucking.

He helped you take off his shirt while you got started on his belt and undid his pants. He lifted himself off the couch slightly to move them down to his knees, taking his briefs with them. His cock stood proud and an angry red, leaking at the tip.

“I wanna ride you, I can’t wait.” You pouted as you writhed against him in need.

Steve tutted at you “that’s no way to get what you want. Ask me nicely, baby. Beg to ride my cock,”

You ground down even harder and whined. “Please, sir, please let me ride your cock. I need to feel you, I can’t wait any longer please.”

“Good Girl” Steve's hands flipped up your skirt and found your panties, ripping them to shreds. They were La Perla and had cost a pretty penny but he didn’t care.

He lined himself up and brought you down harshly gripping your hips. You moaned loudly in surprise and satisfaction and wasted no time moving back and forth. Steve made you feel so close and connected to him whenever he fucked you but he still made you feel sordid and dirty. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling, you’d gladly chase it.

His eyes were hooded as watched you chase your own pleasure and giving him some in return. His hands kneaded your ass and smacked it just to get a gasp out of you. He grabbed the back of your head and brought you in for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He’d nip at you and lick the pain away.

His hips met yours, finding your rhythm and speeding you both up when he gripped your hips.

“Can’t wait to have me, you had to fuck me on the couch huh?” Steve panted, “my dirty girl. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You put your forehead against his and went harder, pushing your clit to grind against the muscles of his abs.

“Only yours, sir.” Your orgasm was building. Steve was a pretty relaxed dom but you still needed permission.

“Sir, please let me cum I can’t wait any longer” you tried your best to slow your movements a bit.

“I think you can hold it baby, I wanna enjoy you a little longer”.

You could only whine in response and tried to slow your pace but his grip on your hips and his own movements pushed you further and further towards the edge. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hands only tightened. It felt like forever until Steve finally gave you permission.

“Go on baby, cum for me you earned it. Fuck your self on my cock and cum all over me”

Your movements were frantic, desperate to chase your orgasm when finally the perfect angle of his cock inside you and your clit against him set you free. You cried out above him and dug your nails in deep.

Steve held you firmly in place and started slamming into you from below, finally letting himself think about cumming. All you could do was hold on for mercy. Moments later he brought you down onto him one final slam as he came inside of you with a cry.

The only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath. You sighed again and collapsed against him, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kissed the side of your face and let you make yourself at home while he caressed your back.

____

One shower and two more orgasms later you were both clean and made your way to the kitchen. Steve was gathering the ingredients for dinner when you hugged him from behind. Your head resting against his back. Steve twisted around and hugged you in full. You both stayed like that for a moment until you looked up at him.

You were so content. Moments like this where you were just domestic were some of the best between you. It wasn’t about money or material, it was just the two of you making dinner and enjoying each other, no barriers.

“Are you really going to take me to France?” Your voice came out muffled against his chest.

“Of course, doll. After dinner I want you to use your new laptop to buy some outfits for the trip. I left my card in your new purse.”

You lifted onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose.

“You really do think of everything, don’t you?”

“What can I say? I’m a planner” he retorted.

You didn’t know it yet but Steve was going to ask you to become official while you were there. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. In fact he’d never been so sure about something in his life.

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Nerd Love

After years of working together, Pete still manages to break you.

Request: “Hi! Can I get a Pete imagine where you guys work on SNL together and you have few skits together and during one of them you can’t stop laughing”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 2237

“Live from New York, it’s Saturday night!” You hear Kate and the host of the week announce before Lorne motions that the cameras had cut for commercial break. You and Pete had a sketch together in exactly 12 minutes and 45 seconds, and you were trying to cool your nerves.

You loved your job, writing on SNL was something you had dreamed of since you were in middle school, and now it was your reality. Of course, it was hard, the hours were long and the work was demanding. But having Pete by your side made it all bearable.

You had met on your first day, getting hired one season after him. You two were deemed the “babies” of the cast because you were the youngest, so naturally you got paired up. A lot.

At first it bothered you that you only really ever worked with one person, but after your first few episodes you grew to love Pete. Your energies matched so well, and whenever you wrote together you easily built of each other.

After 6 years of working on the show together, you had become really close friends. You were with him through all of his hard times, and you were one of the few people he let visit him in rehab. In return, he stuck by your side through everything, even when the internet tried to cancel you for an interview that was taken completely out of context.

You couldn’t pinpoint when, but at some point, you had developed real feelings for him. Obviously, you’d never tell him, not wanting to mess up your amazing friendship. But they still flourished, especially when you would be up until 6 am writing sketches and goofing around in the writer’s room. Of course, the comments from fans didn’t help your feelings either. They loved you guys. Anytime you posted Pete on your social media, they were all over it.

But you guys had denied the dating rumors countless times since they’d started 5 years ago. Even though having to hear the words “we’re just friends” over and over killed you.

You were lost in thought when Pete came up behind you, hands grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly. “Ready bookworm?” He asked, moving to stand next to you.

“Only if you are, Mr. jock-man.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

The sketch you and Pete had written was a young couple on a really fancy date to celebrate their 6-month anniversary. Your character was going on the date with Kyle Mooney’s character. Both of you were the stereotypical nerd couple with glasses, suspenders, and everything else. Pete was playing your waiter, who obviously did not give a shit about his job. He was the stereotypical jock character. Your character was super attracted to him and kept paying attention to him. He loved the attention and would do things like show you his (reaaaallllyyy) lame tattoos, tell you about sports, and everything that nerds don’t like. Kyle obviously didn’t like that and kept trying to get your attention in the weirdest of ways.

It was pretty funny in rehearsals, almost too funny. Seeing Pete act so out of character was hilarious to you and having to overdramatically flirt with him felt ridiculous. You barely made it through in rehearsals without laughing, so you had to hope you could do it on stage.

“Y/N, Pete, and Kyle. You’re up.” The stagehand told you, and you grabbed Kyle’s hand, walking to the stage.

The sketch started and you were doing okay. You and Kyle had your conversation about your anniversary and your favorite Star Wars movies. But then Pete walked onto the stage in his ridiculous waiter getup. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top and wrinkled, his black pants hanging low on his hips, and his apron only half tied. You bit your tongue to keep yourself together.

“Welcome to White Oyster, what do you want?” He said in a very bored voice. You acted interested, eyes raking up and down him. You felt ridiculous and had to swallow a laugh.

Kyle pushed his glasses up on his nose, “me and my girlfriend are here for our six-month anniversary, so we would like the couple’s special.” His nerd voice was incredible.

“Okay. Anything else?” Pete’s voice remained monotone.

You bit your lip, “do you recommend anything else?” You asked, trying to sound nerd-sexy.

You could see Pete struggling to contain a smile. “I mean, whatever. Food here is shitty anyways.”

Kyle’s mouth gaped, “can you not speak like that around my girlfriend, please?”

The sketch continued with you making flirty remarks towards Pete, him being very bored and unaware, and Kyle trying to direct your attention. After your second attempt at flirting with him, you could feel yourself breaking down.

“So, I was wondering. Do you have any tattoos?” You asked him, your elbow on the table, twirling a piece of your hair in your finger.

Pete nodded, pulling up his shirt to show the big MOM tattoo on his side that was drawn on earlier. You felt a giggle slip out, completely out of character.

You tried to cover it up and continue, “wow, you really must love your mom, huh?” Another chuckle leaving your mouth, “that’s kinda hot.”

Kyle looked at you with wide eyes, “Linda!” He screamed the name of your character

Pete shrugged, “Nah, I did it myself. It says WOW, like world of warcraft.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell out of your mouth, and one followed from Pete. This was a disaster. You tried to regain your composure, knowing Kyle was probably really frustrated right now. “I just think tattoos are so cool. You don’t have any, do you Darren?” You asked Kyle’s character, eyes narrowing at him. You heard a chuckle from Pete beside you and you bit your cheek.

Kyle faked looking flustered, “N-no. But I have all 7 of the Harry Potter books and 4 collectors wands.”

Pete nodded, “Oh cool, I have a Harry Potter tattoo.” He pulled up his arm to show his real tattoo.

Your eyes went wide, “Wow. That’s way cooler.” You batted your eyes up at Pete, making him break even more. Watching his face go red and his mouth lifting up with laughter made you squeeze your eyes to hide your laughter.

“But babe!” Kyle was starting to break now too. “You love my Harry Potter stuff!”

“It’s cool, I guess.”

The sketch continued with you and Pete laughing anytime you looked at each other, your energies feeding into one another. You both tried really hard to keep it together, but something about flirting with Pete made you so giddy inside that you couldn’t help it.

Eventually the scene ended and the lights went down. You knew the cameras probably caught an extra few seconds after the close of the sketch, meaning they caught you and Pete breaking down into fits of laughter.

You somehow made it offstage, faces red. “We’re so gonna get fired.” He said through giggles.

“I’m so sorry,” You started, trying to take breaths through your laughs. “I don’t know why I couldn’t hold it together.”

“You looked ridiculous.” Pete laughed, pointing at your glasses.

After the show you made your way back to your dressing room, changing into your day clothes and getting ready to leave. You finally checked your phone, which had been off the duration of the show.

Your twitter feed was filled with clips of you and Pete laughing through the sketch.

They’re so cute together #goals

Love their friendship

Get you someone who looks at you like Pete looks at Y/N

Poor Kyle ☹

The way they can’t get through a skit because they’re too in love

And they say they aren’t dating…

Can’t believe the unprofessionalism

Pete and Y/N are dating… no one can convince me otherwise

The flirting!!! The looks!!!

I would like Pete and Y/N to get married and adopt me please

Your heart melted at all the comments, a sigh leaving your mouth. You watched the video and noticed the way he looked at you anytime you broke character, it was the same way you looked at him all the time.

You shook your head, convincing yourself you were imagining it. You couldn’t afford to think like that, it would ruin your friendship.

A knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts, “Y/N, wanna go grab a drink with me?” It was Pete.

“You can come in.” You called, and he did so. “I don’t know, I was thinking I might just go home. I’m pretty tired.” You really just wanted to go home and sort through your feelings for the umpteenth time that month.

He nodded, watching as you tossed various items in your bag, “you were great tonight.”

You giggled, “Pete I barely made it through our sketch, it was a disaster.”

He rolled his eyes, walking over to where you were at your vanity. “I messed up too, but it was fine. No one noticed.”

You leaned into the mirror, fixing your makeup slightly. Pete was very close to you, watching you through said mirror. “Trust me, Petey. Everyone noticed.” You laughed, standing up straight again.

Your back was inches from his chest, and you could suddenly feel a different sort of tension in the air. But you didn’t make any move to shift away from him. He gave you a quizzical look through the mirror and you took out your phone, turning to him.

You took in a breath at the proximity. You weren’t close enough to kiss or anything, but his chest was only a few inches away from you. You shook away the thoughts you were having and opened your twitter, letting him scroll through the tweets. He chuckled and shook his head as he read them, eventually handing you your phone back.

“People really like us together.” He said, smiling.

You rolled your eyes, “They have for the past like, 6 years, Petey. We’re funny.” You smiled moving to turn back to grab your bag, but his hand grabbed your hip and made you stay facing him.

Your mind went blank at his touch, trying to figure out if this was real or if you were just really really tired. “That’s not what I meant.” He said, quieter.

You laughed, looking away from his eyes, not really knowing what to say. “I mean, people have always thought… stuff like that.” You mumbled, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Pete’s eyes were searching your face, taking in every detail. “Have you ever thought about, like, why people think we’re…” He trailed off, but you knew what he was implying.

You blushed, looking down at your toes. “I mean, I guess we’re together a lot and we get on well. People just like to make assumptions, I guess.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it doesn’t help that I can never keep my eyes off of you, even when the cameras are rolling.” He said, a chuckle following.

You smiled, looking back up at him, your brain trying to process what he just said. After a few moments of silence, you spit out a “why are you bringing this up?” Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

He sighed, hand moving from your hip and rubbing his face lightly. “I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking a lot.” You gave him a look that told him to continue. “I mean, I think it’s kind of obvious that I like you.”

Your mouth dropped, “obvious? Pete Davidson you have been far from obvious about your feelings.” You really thought you were dreaming, hearing those words from him was just impossible.

“Are you kidding me? How many sketches do I have to write just so I can flirt with you? Have you not picked up on the fact that literally every sketch I write for you to be in we’re playing some sort of couple?” He laughed, stepping towards you, and grabbing your hips again. “Dude, and I thought I was oblivious to this shit.”

“In my defense I’ve spent the past like 6 years trying to convince myself you didn’t feel the same way.” You said, a smile crossing your face.

Pete rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you, “now why would you wanna do that?” There was a playful tone in his voice, but you couldn’t help your serious answer.

“Because I didn’t wanna read the signs wrong and mess up our friendship.” You sighed.

Pete’s smile softened, “Y/N I literally want to kill you right now for making me wait this long.” You giggled, leaning closer to him. “But you’re cute so I guess I can let it slide.”

“If I kiss you will it make up for it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

Pete pretended to think about it, “hmmm, maybe. You should definitely give it a shot to see.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you. Your lips touched his and it was like everything in the universe suddenly aligned. His mouth moved against yours in soft, perfect motions. His hands pulled you closer into him, your bodies molding together like it was meant to be.

When you finally pulled away for breath, he pressed his forehead against yours, a wide grin on his face. “So, about those drinks?”

#pete davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson fluff

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fourmarkdove · 4 years ago

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Upstate.

Title: Upstate. | Masterlist

Summary: When the Captain learns you’ve kept a secret all these years, he’s more furious than he’s ever been.

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Words: 5.5k

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Angst, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, dirty talk. Infertility/PCOS.

A/N: Had this in my drafts forever and sort of forgot I wrote it. Comments are welcome! Thanks for reading!

It wasn’t supposed to take this long to get pregnant.

It just wasn’t.

You went on the pill shortly after you met, which wasn’t the most glamorous story, but that one drunken pounding against the ladies bathroom wall just days before he was set to ship out set the tone for your relationship. At least in the beginning.

He did two more tours after that. The first time he was on leave, he dropped to a knee, all suntanned and scruffy, after dinner at your favorite little fish shop on the pier.

“We haven’t known each other so long, but your sweet voice on those phone calls, babydoll. They keep me goin’ when I feel like there’s not much reason to.”

That last time he promised, “We’re gonna settle down for good. You an’ me an’ our brood. Daddy just has some unfinished ass to kick, but don’t you worry, sweetness. Nothin’ but picket fences and backyard barbecues soon as I get back.”

You said of course you’d marry your coarse, burly soldier and there never was a happier man who swept up his girl on that pier in a yellow sundress.

You never thought you’d see the day when your hardline, take no bullshit, don’t give em’ an inch Captain would shed a tear - let alone in public - but he did just that the moment he turned his shoulder and saw you in the just barely off-white dress.

He swept his woman off your feet, saying he wanted to be a gentleman and treat you right. But you knew by the intensity of his gaze and how he barely glanced at the pretty white lingerie before he started tearing it off your body that he was going to have trouble being gentle. Not that you minded. You had no regrets when it came to this swollen beast of a man filling every hole, manipulating your body in unnatural positions because you were smaller and he was strong as a horse and built like a brick wall. He’d pin your wrists to the bed above your head and gorge on your heaving tits, or grip behind your knees and have your feet bouncing behind his thick neck, until you were a sweat slick, foul mouthed whore begging for more of his meaty shaft pounding you into a moaning, senseless mess. You thought growing up there’d be something magical and pure about being a new bride dressed in white giving yourself over, blushing and shy, to the man you promised to love forever.

The reality was so much more visceral. All you wanted for days on end was his thick body forcing your thighs open, his hands gripping your flesh, fingers leaving bruises on your hips, crushing kisses that nearly made you faint, the salty taste of his sweat and cum dripping from your lips and cunt, rolling down your thighs, smeared onto the teeth marks he left around your nipples and on your ass like a soothing balm. The only soundtrack in the house was the grunting feral sounds over you as if he willed his very being into yours through the force of each veiny thrust. And the lewd slapping of flesh against flesh, sometimes muted just a bit by the rough hair trailing down his torso leading to his monster cock. The sound of his thighs clapping against your ass and thighs as he fisted your hair and drove himself into your cervix never ever got tiresome.

When he’d get too close, he’d devour your cunt, biceps and forearms flexing and lifting you to his face, swallowing every drop of your slick mixed with his, swirling his thick tongue over your sensitive clit, feeding the mixed liquids back inside your slit. He’d drop to a knee and spread you over his shoulders if you didn’t make it to bed, or in bed, he’d trail down your body, nipping and biting, picking up your skin between his teeth, flashing those blue eyes up at you. He loved going down on his woman maybe even more than burying his throbbing cock, so he’d always glance up to see your lashes flutter, eyes roll back, lips part and scream silently as he gorged on your sex. His beard scratched between your thighs and made you that much more sensitive but fuck you loved it and he loved marking you. He’d sink his sharp canines into the crease of your thigh and bite down just hard enough to make you cry out and arch for him.

By the time you were begging to come and whimpering his name like a prayer, he’d force his heavy, uncut cock all the way inside and start grinding, flexing every muscle in his core powering the grunting snaps of his hips into yours, seeking both of your release. And his mouth would get so filthy pressed to your ear.

“Gonna fuckin’ fill you up with all this cum. Not gonna be able to walk straight for weeks. That’s right spread wider for me. Fuckin’ give me that cunt. You’re gonna take it all like a good girl aren't ya? Get you all round - knocked up with my seed over and over. All that thick cream in these balls is just for you. That’s right. You want it? Milk it, babe.”

He growled and groaned, slapping his balls against your ass, all of the things that made you gasp and close down on him. You’d come first. Always. pulling the head of his cock right up against your cervix. He’d keep thrusting through your orgasm and his followed quickly after.

His big body could crush you under his weight but you loved it, practically demanded it, so he’d half roll off, resting mostly on his side and forearm and hip, while he panted into your hair on the pillow. But you wanted him all over your skin. The musky scent of his, still rolling down his hot skin, sweaty and thick with pheromones and sex, from working so hard to get both of you off over and over, you had no way to explain how you loved it - except by licking up the side of his neck and suckle kissing behind his ear while he panted into the pillow, his bicep and forearm heavy across your chest or around your hip, still holding you possessively.

He’d chuckle, still panting and turn his head on the pillow. Voice still rough from the beating his vocal cords took while he growled, huffed, groaned and barked instructions to you, he’d whisper in those quieter moments.

“Insatiable, kitten. Gimme a minute. Daddy knows what you need.”

You’d turn over in his weighty, tree bough arms and nuzzle into his hairy chest, feeling his thumping heartbeat hard and steady under your fingers. Tree trunk legs could pull all of you into him, and he’d fold you into his center, so not a single inch of you would have to touch sticky bed sheets when he rolled over onto his back. Thick fingers spread across your back, soothing over your roughed up skin, lifting your hair off of your sweaty neck, until the cool air in the room and his perpetually hot skin balanced to the perfect temperature somewhere in the middle.

It went on like that for three, six, nine months once he was home for good. Only two things changed as the months went on. His chocolate curls grew and spilled onto his forehead - which you loved to run your hands through - and you conceded the beard stays if the curls do too.

You came off the pill immediately, from that first night he came home, and never went back to it.

“Sweetness, don’t stress about it,” he’d coo gently, finding you curled up in bed or in the bathroom, sitting alone in the empty back bedroom in the new house. He’d try to squeeze the sadness out of your body every single month with his huge bear arms.

“It’s fun to try again, ain’t it?” he’d wiggle his eyebrows, and make you giggle through the tears. The more playful he was about it, the harder he leaned into trying everything he could to make it easier on you, so that meant a lot of research on websites. He never in a million years thought he’d be reading up on ‘luteal phases’.

He never had to be told twice that you might be ovulating. You’d whisper it to him sometimes he’d sense it. In bed, he’d smell that wet heat before you even backed your ass up against him, wiggling your aching core against the base of his raging erection. Slipping his big hand down your tummy and into your panties, he’d slide a long couple fingers through your slick heat, spreading your pussy lips achingly wide before withdrawing his hand and wrapping his other arm around the front of your shoulders.

“Mmph looks like you’re ready,” he’d groan, checking the viscosity of your juices. Spreading your slick between his fingers, he’d lick at it, gripping you tighter as you’d smirk and work your hips mercilessly on his dick.

That one taste would be enough to work him into a rutting frenzy though. “Got damnit, I need a taste,” he’d growl, climbing down and burying his face between your thighs. His mouth and beard would come up glistening with your juices and he’d look positively lust drunk on the stuff. Spreading his knees, he’d hoist your thighs up onto his, spreading your knees over his hips, so he’d be able to have a perfect look at your swollen cunt.

Pupils dilated and breathing hard, he’d pinch the hood of your clit and stroke it between his finger and thumb, making you squeal and writhe, pulling your own hair. He was in awe of your pussy every time he actually looked at that tiny, suckling hole - how in the world did you manage to stretch and accept his girthy cock? It had to hurt, right? It HAD to. Gripping your hips, he pulled you up to himself, one forearm supporting under your ass, and the other around your back. Touching foreheads, he nuzzled you lovingly.

You kissed him hungrily, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip before letting go. Hair mussed and giving him the darkest look, rolling your hips in his lap, you purred deep. Much to your confusion, he was the one to slow things down, smiling in his gorgeous blue eyes, kissing over your forehead, temples, eyelashes, nose, each lip.

“I wanna give you everything, babydoll,” he sighed, dropping his head to kiss over your shoulder.

Arching your back, you had him grip onto your hands and ease you, still spread over his hairy thighs, back onto the bed.

“Put a baby in me,” you demanded. He huffed out a sharp breath, puffing out his cheeks, before plunging two thick fingers into your cunt, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out. You shrieked and moaned in pleasure, arching deeply.

He could have been gentle but those five little words; that demand of yours. You were his new CO and when he received orders, he ploughed through at a punishing pace.

“Gotta prime these walls,” he grunted, thrusting his fingers in and out, turning his hand so he could rub sloppy juices spilling out of your cunt. Leaning over, he pressed his palm against the mattress next to your head and did something near a one handed push up, coming nose to nose with you.

“Why we gotta prime walls, baby?”

You whined as he flexed and slipped a third thrusting finger into your slurping cunt, begging for something larger to grip onto.

“We prime…” you panted, clawing across the tense muscles in his chest, “because you’re gonna… paint my walls… with your seed.”

Giving you his tongue, he withdrew his fingers and smeared his fingers over his precum-leaking meaty member. Just pushing it down to the right angle and you arched, digging your toes into his tree trunk thighs as you accepted his cock into your aching insides. You cried out, tossing your head back, but that just made him latch onto your throat and thrust into your cervix like a battering ram.

You screamed his name two, maybe three times, and he bared his teeth, growling and swearing, struggling to hold on, planking on his forearms desperate not cum yet while your smaller slippery body, squirmed and writhed under him. One second you were hissing and gasping, sinking your teeth and nails into his shoulders or biceps. The next you’d sob and dig your feet in, because you were so stretched and so sensitive. If he could just hold on that second longer, you’d grab at his ass, let your thighs open up and release your massaging death grip on his cock still buried as deep as he last thrust before you clamped down on him to begin with. Then he slowed just a bit to kiss your panting mouth as the orgasmic shockwaves relaxed. Your deep purr indicated you were ready for more, so he’d catch under your knees and fold you in half, pounding your body at a different angle.

When it was time, he bore his teeth and groaned, burying his face in your neck, getting sloppy with his thrusts until the last two that were exceptionally deliberate, seeding white hot cum directly to the source, his slit ground mercilessly against your cervix, for a direct shot at emptying himself into your womb.

When all was said and done, you’d toss him a pillow and he’d kneel between your legs, pushing the pillow under you to keep your hips elevated. Hooking his arms under your thighs, he kissed all around your sensitive mound. Kissing inside your thighs, he could thumb your swollen lips apart and see how completely full he’d filled you, to the point of leaking, but neither of you minded. If it wasn’t too tender, he’d clean you up with his tongue before lying down with you again, closing your legs, and drawing both your knees up over his hip.

You assured him every time that the pain was hardly anything as you shuddered and clung onto his imposing frame. It was only the last couple of months that instead of giggling and demanding ice cream in bed after what you both agreed was the best sex anyone on the planet was having, you just wanted to be held.

“Shhh, shhh... I got you, sweetness,” he’d soothe, drawing up blankets, rubbing you all over. He’d tuck you into his chest, and you’d curl up even smaller, your soft little body trembling against his twitching muscle always felt amazing before. But not when it came with tears. You hid your face away when he asked what was wrong, but he felt the little puffs of held breath and silent tears falling into his chest hair.

Finally, finally, one night spent cradling you in his arms and kissing your tears away, he convinced you. And you didn’t just break your silence.

You shattered.

“Doc told me years ago... it isn’t... I’ll never have…babies of my own. My hormones are all wrong for it. She said shots, maybe IVF but… even conceiving… even if possible, it’d be…”

The worried lines around his eyes and across his forehead smoothed out as he stared at the blinking red light on the smoke detector above the bed. He stayed quiet, putting an arm behind his head.

“I hoped I would have found a better way to tell you all this before now.”

“You knew before we met?” His voice was uncomfortably calm. “Five years ago.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean to—“

“Ya kept it from me. No indication whatsoever there were problems on the home front, though.”

“I hoped I wouldn’t ever have to say anything because we’d somehow be pregnant by now and—“

“Ya let me think everything was fine. Told me, “Come on home, soldier. Let’s try workin’ on that family again.’ And I did. Every tour. I came crawlin’ home to you.”

Sitting up against the headboard, he flicked on the bedside lamp and scratched his beard, eventually dropping his upturned hands on his thighs, displaying his defeat.

Even though you wore his shirt from the night before and he was naked, barely covered by the bedsheet, you felt entirely exposed. You wanted to dissolve into liquid and melt into the floor or shed your skin and slink into a nook and never come out again.

His wide eyes plead with you: ‘give me something substantial to grasp onto. Toss a rope and a damn good reason for all of the lies to a drowning man.’

There was only one reason, but you couldn’t bear saying it out loud. You couldn’t the entire time you knew him.

Slipping his hand behind your neck, he thumbed your chin up to look at him. “You thought I wouldn’t want ya if I knew, huh.”

Your bottom lip quivered but he didn’t let you collapse into yourself. Looking over your tense, teary, flushed features thoughtfully, he stayed silent. He had a way of looking still as a sheet of ice while a raging current boiled just underneath. That kind of stillness gave those under his command confidence because even amidst chaos, he made solid decisions. Ones that saved their lives, kept them out of harm's way.

In that moment, you felt no confidence. Sitting on your knees expectantly, you trembled all over. He moved his thumb down from your chin as he inhaled audibly, and furrowed his brow exhaling forcefully, wrapping his massive hand around your throat.

The moments waiting made your ears hot and the blood rush to your face. Tightness crept across your chest. You broke the silence first or you’d have lost your mind.

“You’re angry.”

He chuckled ruefully and went placid in an instant. “Angry. Mmm... Yes, that is one way to describe it, darlin’. Never more so, as a point of fact.”

Swallowing down tears, if he wouldn’t let you drop your head, at least you could close your eyes.

“No.” His calloused thumb stroked up and down the side of your neck. “No—no, you don’t get to do that. Not with me.”

“Please, Sy!” You burst, holding onto his wrist with both hands. “Please say something! I can’t take it!”

He sniffed and took his hand back, rubbing them together instead of touching you any longer. His broad shoulders lifted and dropped. “Not quite sure what to say.”

“I’m so sorry.”

He couldn’t look at you, not entirely, so he arched a brow and gave a sideways glance. His voice was rough and deep with more emotion than either of you anticipated. “I was uh… unapproachable?”

Lifting your head from your hands, it made your heart shred into a pulp seeing the lifted brows and pained expression tensing his features. “What?”

“Unapproachable,” he graveled, cursing the emotion that made him choke up. “Fuck. I know I can be direct. I been tryin’ real hard to be gentle with you. Did I give the impression you couldn’t, ya know, tell me things?”

“No, of course not, Sy. I tell you everything.”

His smoldering ember pile only needed a breath of fresh air before it came roaring to life, consuming these new logs you’d placed on top.

“Gotdamn it. You knew this was important to me. The way you carried on, let me believe we had a life together. A future. With our family. Do I even know you?”

Smoke from the fire burning inside him made your eyes sting and water.

“Please, stop it, Sy,” you pleaded, pulling away from his grasp. “Please!”

The flames of anger - or was it hate - turned his pupils dark and made him somehow appear even larger with each deep breath.

“How do I know where the lies stop and you begin?”

Embers of his rage floated in the air and easily took to you like the driest kindling. You exploded unlike you never had before. Fists balled and panting, you squared your shoulders up and shifted your weight.

“You know what? Fine. Here’s the truth: I was barely 18 when the doctor looked at me and said, ‘consider adoption’. I wasn’t even thinking about kids then, only why I had cramps every month but no period.

“We’ve tried correcting hormones for years with so little success I’ve felt like a goddamn science project while my friends moved on, grew up, got married, raised families. Do you know how devastating it is to slog through one of those baby showers? Everyone is so warm and happy, celebrating new life and how their bodies produce something amazing.

“Meanwhile, all I can think about is how if I were to conceive by some fucking miracle, the chances of miscarriage are so high, it’d make more sense to plan some kind of memorial for a child I’ll never meet instead of a cute little fucking baby shower.

“And it’s the one thing you asked of me! What kind of a woman am I that I can’t give you the one thing you wanted?! A broken one. With a broken womb. So yeah, be upset with me. Hate me, Sy. But I promise you’re never gonna catch up. I’ve got years’ worth of a head start hating myself.”

Eyes bleary and completely heartbroken now that he knew your secret, your head dropped and you held it in pain from the headache that exploded from the tension.

You didn’t wait even thirty seconds before he nudged your head back up again with his knuckle. Your chest ached so badly from barely containing the sobbing. The moment you saw his arms were already open waiting for you to fall into, you gasped and let the tears come.

You leaned in an inch and he scooped you up the rest of the way. Helping you settle into his lap, thighs spread over his, he cradled you tenderly to his bare chest, wrapping you up in his entire upper body. Burying your face into his neck, you mewled his name softly when his lips pressed behind your ear.

“Sy, I—“

“Shh shh shh…” his baritone was so deep, you could feel and hear it as he dropped his head low to speak close like it was your own secret space to be alone together. “I’m sorry, sweetness. I know, babygirl, I know. Shh shh…”

Rubbing circles over your back, he gave you time to release through deep sobs some of that suffering you’d been dragging with you.

“I’m disappointed, shh—disappointed we can’t have our own, ‘course. But I think I’m more disappointed that you been upset this whole time over somethin’ we coulda sorted out together. Years ago. Babydoll, it breaks my heart to think of you bein’ this sad. Makes it a hundred times worse if you were upset ‘bout lettin’ me down. And you usin’ that ‘hate’ word in the same breath to describe the love of my life… Geez babygirl, that tears my heart right out my chest.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks. You pressed your palms against his hard as rock chest while he encircled you in his long reach. Tears rimmed his blue eyes as you wordlessly attempted to work out if he planned to let go or hold onto you. Eventually, you collapsed into him, exhausted.

“Look at me, Sweetheart. It’s important. What? Louder. Deep breath and one more time? Oh. No, I know it’s gonna make you cry more but imma make it better, I promise. Lemme see my girl. There she is.”

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. Your lips and eyes felt swollen from crying, and your hair was a mess, but he smiled in his soft blue eyes and stroked it back.

“Kids, no kids, doesn’t matter. I wanted you. Ask Parker or any other CO I work with. That very first night I saw you I said, “Imma marry that girl,” and here we are. But since we are married, I wanna know the things goin’ on inside ya. Not just ‘how ya feelin’, are ya hungry, are ya horny’ type stuff.”

You scoffed, kissing his cheek softly. He squeezed your hips tightly, lifting you closer, up higher on his pelvis, angling slightly back onto the pillows. He didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, but your heat, wiggling in his lap, and that you were starting to let go of some things inexplicably made the blood rush to his groin. You’d feel it in a second if he didn’t adjust your seating situation and lie back with you a bit.

“You’re not ‘broken’, sweets. And I don’t ever want to hear ya talkin’ ‘bout my girl like ‘at. You’re all woman, an’ the only one for me. You locked that right down in that pretty blue dress down on the pier years ago. Was it yellow? Nah. Really? With the little red… Huh. Color blind or not, this heart ain’t even mine no more so best be lookin’ after it. Yeah, you can cry now. Come here, babygirl. Daddy’s got you.”

When most of the tears were shed, he thumbed the dimples right above your panty line, just under the back of his lifted shirt you wore. Soothed very nearly to sleep, your fingers wound their way through his hair. He sighed letting his head fall back into your hands; he always loved when you scritched him like a puppy. Wrapping both hands behind your thighs, he held you in place, pressed to him and straightened up his neck when he really enjoyed what you were doing to him.

“Right there?” you cooed softly, raking your nails through his hair, down to the nape of his neck.

“Mmph,” he grunted affirmatively, tipping his chin down. He found one button on the shirt you wore straining against the fabric, exposing your bare skin right in front of his face. So he nuzzled into it. The unexpected tickle of his beard when he kissed inside made you gasp and arch back.

“Hey!” you squeaked and a mischievous smirk flashed across his face. He looped a finger inside his red flannel, releasing the fabric right below your belly button.

His eyes flashed up at you again as he pressed his mouth to your belly, swirling his thumbs in circles over your hips when he slid them inside the oversized flannel draped loosely on your body.

You closed your eyes, curling your fingers in his hair, and listened to the sound of the deliberate, wet kisses he placed from one hip to the other.

Hugging just under the curve of your behind, he ran his scratchy beard against your sensitive skin, but you still cradled the back of his head to you just the same. Finally kissing down to the apex of your sex, using his tongue to moisten the spot first, he placed a slow, suckling kiss that made your clit pulse and hips jerk involuntary.

“Sorry,” you mewled, pawing his hair. His jaw tensed and head lifted just slightly when your body responded so abruptly.

He nuzzled your skin and arched a brow up at you. “Don't be sorry, babygirl. Are you gonna let Daddy make ya feel good?”

A darkness fell across your features hearing that particular pet name for him. You tugged the shirt together.

“I don’t think I can do this, Sy. It’d be the first time not trying for... I can’t think about the… the emptiness. Feels like I’m giving something away too soon.”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, collecting your hand from his shoulder. “Tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”

“Time… I guess. And you. Fuck, Sy. I must sound crazy. The way I’m talking, it’s like somebody died.

Here I am going on when you’ve actually witnessed people die.

I don’t want to diminish what you’ve been through with my nonsense.

Of course we need to do this.

We need to do this.

I want this.

I need you.

I need us.

I need this.

Fuck me, Captain.

Fuck me senseless.”

You made quick work shrugging out of his shirt and wrapped both arms around his thick neck. Fisting the mattress, he shouldered your ribs so quickly, it knocked you right off balance and onto his arm. Gripping under one of your thighs, he used that massive upper body strength of his to lie you back gently onto the mattress, holding your whole body up with just one arm.

As he eased you down onto your back, you went quiet and he leaned on his elbow to look down over you.

You stared up at the red blinking light on the smoke detector a long time while he pressed his large forearm down against your chest, between your breasts, and spread his palm over your sternum, attempting to give you an anchor point. Your arms laid limp, one above your head, one at your side, almost like you were having a nightmare except wide awake.

He’d seen that vacant look in the eyes of fresh infantry grunts after their first real battle and brush with death. But he never thought he expected to see it stateside, in the eyes of his wife.

Doing what felt natural to do, after all he was trained for it, he dropped his voice and redirected your attention.

“Eyes on me, darlin’. I know you’re feelin’ pretty rough inside. Grief is grief however it comes. Yeah, it’ll take time. But that’s why you’ve got your Unit to fall back on. Unit of two, you an’ me. Makes us a pretty elite team. I’ll do some of the heavy lifting for ya now that I know what we’re working with. I need ya to stay with me though, yeah?”

“Unit of two. I like it. Will you ever… Oh Sy, will you ever touch me like that again?”

He frowned, wrinkles lining his forehead. “Sweets, hell nor high water gonna keep me from lovin’ on you.”

Three months later, you returned home from a walk with the new puppy to find Sy standing in the front lawn, one hand on his hip and the other waving at the delivery truck to keep backing up.

“More wood?” you called from across the street over the roar of the diesel truck lift dropping green treated lumber along the side of the house. While your husband signed off on the delivery, you crossed to meet him in the grass with the puppy under your arm.

Looping a sweaty arm around you, he pulled you in by the hip and kissed the crown of your head.

“Thank ya, sir. See ya’ next Saturday,” Sy smiled behind his reflective sunglasses, shaking the driver’s hand.

“Next Saturday?” you repeated, glancing over your shoulder at the new pile of lumber that had been dwindling as he completed projects. Or at least it was. “I thought the treehouse was done, my love.”

“Oh, it is. Come have a look see.” He dwarfed your hand in his, taking you to the sprawling backyard. His truck was parked at an angle on the lawn with his tools laid out in the back and sketches drawn all over sheets on the hood.

Leaning in with his hip, he showed you his drawings, motioning with his hands as to where they should be or already were in the yard.

“Swing set? Done. Slides over there? Done. High and low bars - also done. Rope bridge, climbing apparatus, bouncer thing, treehouse, done.”

Tilting your face, you bumped your head against his chest appreciatively and he smirked. “I want to build out chairs that flip down on the deck. Not sure on the height is all. I don’t suppose you have any input?”

“All the social worker has said is to plan on three siblings from upstate. Two boys and a girl, between the ages of 5 and 10. Sorry I don’t have any help as far as height goes. I think we are more than ready for the little ones next week, Sy. Why don’t you come inside and cool down with me?”

Scratching the back of his neck, he glanced over his shoulder at the freshly installed fence blocking the neighbors’ view. “Better idea, babygirl. How ‘bout we give those swings a try first. Should hold both our weight, I reckon.”

Arching a brow, you folded your arms across your chest, pretending to be annoyed. “Oh, you ‘reckon,’ hm?” you repeated, patting his sweaty chest through his tank top. “Bear, we already have a sex swing upstairs.”

“Yeahhhhh...” he drawled, giving you his most sly smirk, “but this one is outdoors.”

“Captain! I can’t believe you!” you gasped, touching your imaginary pearls before pushing off the wall of muscle your husband provided when he folded his arms across his chest, launching yourself into a dead sprint across the grass toward the swing set. “Ladies first!!”

He chuckled, and jogged behind. “’Course, babygirl.”

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your-stoat-stands-unopposed · 3 years ago

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I'm enby and feeling really shitty cuz of dumb menstrual stuff, do you think you could do like, P03 comforting reader thru dysphoria and maybe him relating to it cuz of G0lly trans things and just general cuteness

This... is... almost frighteningly relevant to me at the moment because I am also an enby going through dysphoria because of menstruation right now, so absolutely I can do this!

Strength.

Pairing: None.

Warnings: Gender dysphoria, mentions of a character having their period. Reader is afab and trans (can be read as nonbinary or trans male.)

Summary: "But you do realise... everything you just said to me... that all applies to you, too."

There's a clawlike metal hand waving slowly side to side in front of your face, and that's what it takes to make you realise you'd zoned out. Blinking your eyes, bringing yourself back to reality, you clear your throat and straighten your back and try to act as though there's nothing wrong.

In front of you, P03 tilts his monitor quizzically, drawing his hand away from you. "What's up?" he asks, sounding partly curious and partly concerned. "Didn't want to say anything while everyone else was around, but you've been staring into space for like a minute solid."

"Ah, n-nothing." You fold your arms as an excuse to rest your hands near your cramping stomach, hoping the slight grimace on your face isn't noticeable. "I'm... fine."

The bot leans just that little bit closer to you, enough to make you go a little cross-eyed as you watch. "Your eyes are red," he observes, moving back once more. "You were crying about something."

Now you're grimacing for a different reason... damn it, why does he have to be so perceptive...?

"I'm just, ah, going through it," you shrug a shoulder, sniffling once, hoping it seemed natural. "Everything kind of hurts, is all."

His monitor displays an ellipsis for a moment, as he seems to be in thought. "As in physical hurt, or emotional hurt?"

"...Both."

You try to keep it together, but it's difficult. Had you been around anyone you were less close to, you would've tried harder to mask how you were feeling; but, well... P03 has become a close friend ever since you'd arrived here, so it's a little harder to keep yourself from wanting to share your true feelings.

So, you do.

"...Every month," you begin carefully, eyes flickering down to the ground, "I go through this... thing. This physical thing. And it feels... wrong." Tears touch your eyes once more, and you squeeze your eyes shut, your hand resting over them. "It makes me think about... a lot of things that are wrong. Inside. Outside. All of it."

There's a short moment of silence, before you feel the pleasant coolness of his arm wrapping around you, and you're lightly tugged to lean against the robot's body at your side, your head resting on his shoulder.

"If you're comfortable with it... you can tell me more," he says softly. "But only if you are."

"I just-- don't like it," you murmur, sniffling again. "It reminds me that... that I'm who I am, but some things are... well, wrong."

His arm slightly tightens around you, his hand slowly trailing up and down against your forearm. "I'm sorry, challenger," he says; and he sounds so... genuine. "What you're going through isn't easy. I've been there."

...You gaze up at him, your eyes unknowingly widened, your head tilting curiously.

A soft, synthesised chuckle escapes him at your reaction, his hand wandering upwards to idly play with your hair. "It's cool, I don't mind talking about it," he answers the question you didn't dare to actually ask. "So... A very long time ago, people used to call me by another name. And when I went by that other name, people thought I was a girl."

Your eyes widen further. You hadn't known...

"But things changed, and I changed, and I became confident enough to let 'em know that actually no, I'm not a girl. And I changed my name, and that's been how it is for a long time now." A slight shrug of his shoulder. "That's it."

"'That's it?'" you repeat, surprised. "P03, it takes so much strength to be able to do what you did... I'm so proud of you," your arms shift to wrap around him, and now you're the one doing the cuddling rather than being cuddled. "And I'm so grateful that you'd tell me... Thank you, really."

"Thank you too..." His laughter sounds from where his monitor now rests against your shoulder. "Wow. This is what it's like to have someone who's proud of you, huh? Feels... nice." On his display, his eyes turn up to face you.

"But you do realise... everything you just said to me... that all applies to you, too."

His hand moves to gently take a hold of your own.

"Listen. I know it's hard, feeling like everything's all wrong... being called the wrong name, being referred to as the wrong things... In fact, it's worse than hard; it's damn awful."

You nod. It... it is. It really, really is.

"But you're strong," his hand squeezes lightly around yours. "And even when things feel wrong... even if things never feel entirely right... as long as you don't lose sight of who you are, that strength is gonna get you through. I promise."

Your free hand rests lightly over your mouth, your heart warm, your lips curving in a soft smile. "Thank you," you barely manage the words out.

"Nah. I didn't do anything," P03 slides out of your embrace, returning your smile, gently brushing stray tears from your cheeks. "I only reminded you of what you've already got in you."

You raise a hand to rest gently over his own, drawing in a cleansing breath and releasing it slowly as you hold his hand to your cheek.

And even though it still hurts... you have faith in your friend, and you have faith in yourself.

And you know it's true: come what may, right or wrong... you're strong enough to get through.

#inscryption #inscryption p03 #p03 #answered asks #the idiot gamer writes #tw dysphoria #tw gender dysphoria #tw periods

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darkcitiesnluv · 3 years ago

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jake x fem reader cuddling !!! (fluff 🥺)

Here is it! I hope you like it! I really tried my best! 😅💜❤️💜@bloodsweat-bangtan

Warning: FULL OF FLUFF💖 but mention of " I'll die if you leave me"

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A yawned escaped from your mouth, waiting for class to end. It's been a long day for you with neverending tests. Can't wait for the time to rest....but wait! Don't you have an anniversary to attend? You widen your eyes and stood up from your desk.

" that's all for today class! " The teacher said with a smile. Everyone got up form their seats and prepared their backpacks to leave. You already had your stuff packed quickly so you were one of the first students to leave the classroom.

"BOOO!" A dark brown hair boy said as he jumped in front of you to scare you with opened fingers ready to tickle you.

" Ahh! Jake! You scared me!" You said touching your chest where your heart was beating fast. You slightly hit Jake on the shoulder gaining a giggle from him. "I'm sorry my precious baby..." He said with his Australian accent. One of the reasons why you felt so attracted to this boy.

Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pull you into a warm embrace as he pinched one of your cheeks with his other free hand and forced an innocent kiss on your lips.

" Not-in school Jake! You know I'm shy!" You complained trying to pull away from him but he grabbed your wrist and pull you back to him, once again force you another innocent kiss just to tease you. "Sim Jake!" You said not controlling your loud giggles.

" Jake! Hyung!" Suddenly a short brown hair boy yelled from behind you two with his unzipped backpack and his shoe laces untied.

He stopped next to you and saw the way Jake was giving you all his love and attention. The young boy wiggled his eyes at you two as he nudge his elbow against your arm. " OoOoOo~" he teased making a whole scene.

" Riki! Stop that! And tie your shoe laces!" You scolded him sounding like a mother. That's how your friendship with the young boy was: a relationship of mother and son.............and Jake the father.

"I do it later, Jake are we going to play soccer with Heeseung today?..." Jake asked with a hopeful smile and look.

" Tomorrow little bro, tonight I'll spend time with my pretty girlfriend" Jake said as he peck your chubby cheek.

" Tch! You prefer to spend time with your boring girlfriend than with us, your super cool and fun friends?" Riki asked in disbelief with a fake disgusted face just to tease the heck out of you.

" Hey Niki-san! Careful on what you're going to say in front of my girl!" Jake defended you as he walked in front of you as if to protect you. How proud you felt to see him behave so protective towards you.

" Ok ok I'm sorry" Riki laughed. " Then tomorrow is it, see you later Y/n!" Riki waved as he ran off ahead of them.

Jake locked his fingers on to yours holding your hand. " I have little surprise for our second year anniversary...." He said quietly against your ear. You widen your eyes in shock. " I thought you forgot since you didn't mention it in the morning?" You asked covering your mouth.

" Nop..... you'll see tonight" he said softly kissing on top of your hand he was holding.

°°°

" Don't worry you won't fall! I'm right behind you" Jake chuckled as he stand behind you, covering your eyes. He was taking you to the place where the surprise was. " Ok we're here.....now open your eyes" he whispered to your ear as he lets go of you.

You slowly opened your eyes. You saw the beautiful scenery in front of you. It was like you were looking at a work of art. A small round table with delicious good smelling food, wine, a red rose and a happy candle sitting right in the middle of the table waiting to be a company by two beautiful strangers. The grass was cut short and it's green color was eye-catching. Large wide trees standing around the park like bodyguards protecting the work of art. It's orange, yellow, and brown leaves swinging around with the lightly wind🍃. Then there was the most beautiful view to see.....a river. You loved how the moon reflected itself on the blue deep water. You loved the way the moon shone on you two brightening the romantic mood even better. Let's not forget about the neon lights of the buildings and skyscrapers behind the river making it look almost like the universe.

" Jake ...." You let out breathlessly, a tiny tear leaving from one eye. " This is ..... beautiful....oh my god Jake! This is amazing!" You squeal and jumped on him, wrapping your hands around his neck, your legs around his torso, lips pecking all over his face. " Jake! This is beautiful! You did this all by yourself?" You asked.

Jake chuckled and nodded quickly. " Yes love, I did it all by myself" Jake....lied...well kind of. To be honest he did this with the help of two romantic freaks: Jay and Sunoo. Now don't get him wrong, Jake really is romantic, he actually came up with all this places for a special date, while the other two helped with some of the settings.

Either way the three did a good job and now we have a happy Y/n crying because of this beautiful masterpiece. " Oh my god!..Gosh!...Girl get off and let's eat!" Jake yelled as he couldn't handle so many of your soft kisses on his handsome face. Giving him one last kiss on his lips you let him go and run towards a chair.

Jake sat next to you. As the gentleman he is he served you food and a glass of the finest wine. "Heaur, what ma queen desarves....." He said exaggerating his Australian accent. You laughed at his silliness and lightly hit him on his shoulder. " Shut up Jake! You're making me cringe!" You still kept laughing inside while sipping your fine wine.

°°°

" Babe, Thank you for this, the food was delicious, the wine was delicious, the desert in front of me was delicious-"

" There wasn't any deserve-"

" You, babe, You are the dessert!" You exclaimed as you pull Jake down to the ground were you two were just sitting a second ago. You two laid on the grass watching the white moon slowly decreasing. Jake turn to look at your pretty side profile and admire it.

'I'm really dating the prettiest girl on this planet....' he thought to himself. You felt his intense gaze looking at you which made you look back at him as well. As you did he immediately looked towards the moon and pretend as if he never wasn't looking at you.

" Jake, stop! Oh my god Jake" you laughed as you fake punch his arm and side. Jake just flinched and squeak as you tried to. He tried his best to not let you tackle him like that but ended up failing. However, after five minutes he took power over you and had you stuck against him. Your back against his hard chest and stomach, his arms wrapped around together with your arms around your stomach. His breath hitting the tiny hairs of your neck and shoulder.

" I love you,......I love you....Y/n...." He whispered in your ear. You chuckled and smiled at the moon.

" I love you too baby, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, after going through a lot in the past, you've been there for me.....that's why I love you so so much and I swear! Listen to me?....I swear I'll kill myself if you ever leave me Jakey...." You suddenly said with a worry look as you immediately turn around to cuddle him completely; your tiny arms wrapped around his torso, your legs tangle up with his strong soccer player legs. You buried your head against his warm chest and smelled the autumn leaves smell of his cologne.

The thought of Jake Sim leaving you for whatever reason really scares you and you don't want it to become reality.

" Hey! Shhhhh! Don't say that....." He whispered and scolded you. He furrowed his eyebrows down clearly not liking what you just said.

" Babe, look at me.....babe?.....look.....and hear me clearly......I won't leave you....ever.....heard that?....ever princess....you also been there when i needed someone as well....my princess you're my everything......" He kissed your forehead and stay there longer until he pulled away and cuddle you harder against him.

Jake stare at the beautiful moon that brightened the romantic night. He smiled at it and look down to look at you. He patted your hair and closed his eyes still smiling dreamingly.

❤️

💜

❤️

Thank you for reading 🤎

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remcycl333 · 2 years ago

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the whole thing with stuff like the MILD method and dream journalling is just that to easily and often lucid dream you need to be aware of what dreaming feels like (obviously u can have a lucid dream anyways but like, to have them whenever you want) so remembering as much as you can about your dreams when you have them is very helpful !!!

also, idk if uve heard this yet but a problem i tend to have with my lucid dreams are staying dreaming/lucid? like when i become lucid, i can struggle with grounding myself.... everyone has what works for them (i like to touch ppl in my dreams lol like holding their hands helps me ???) it sounds like you enjoy reality checking type stuff like counting fingers, but neways u should be very careful about sudden movements, strong emotions (u can be happy n excited n stuff but like,, idk in my experience i can hype myself awake i actually did this this morning <//3) and yelling !!! pls dont yell in ur dreams the world will fall apart so fast.... ah </3

uhh last thing- idk if u have any reason for wanting to lucid dream besides the fact theyre cool, but if u have somewhere u want to go (either within ur dream world like changing the channel, or to shift/manifest) theres so many ways to get there and for me its been really helpful to plan out different ways to do so in different situations!!! bc sometimes u become lucid in really weird situations and ur original plan (maybe finding a door for example) might fall thru..,, obviously its a dream so u can get weird and creative with it !!!

dream npcs (like the ppl idk i just like calling them that) can be sooo helpful i stg.. like u can ask them to help u ground or how to get to ur desired place!

most of the time they are fantastic (i mean, they are fragments of ur subconcious so like ,, theyre u and they know everything you know conciously and subconsiously,,) tho one time i tried to shift and i asked the npc that was THE CC I WAS SHIFTING FOR and they literally ran away from me. so ,, weird stuff might happen too .. ,,.. they all have distinct personalities lets say. id recommend u treat them like real people because they will most often act that way

neways long ask lol good luck dreaming!!!! <3

omggg thank u so much for typing all that out!!!

i had my first (and so far only) lucid dream a few months ago! i asked myself if i was dreaming and looked down at my hands (my reality check was counting fingers) and then i felt a shift and became lucid! it started slipping but i stabilized it but then after a few more seconds i lost it again bc i was too excited :/ it was still super cool tho!

i heard to stabilize dreams u should rub ur hands together which is what i did! i’m excited to have another lucid dream! oh also i heard to create a portal u could close ur eyes and imagine it and it’ll be there when u turn around?

i need to start remembering to write down my dreams tho!! i have really vivid dreams and remember a lot from them already but ik there’s always room for improvement!

thanks again for the tips i will keep them in mind! <3

#lucid dreaming

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years ago

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Never get to hold you | Lee Haechan

Lee Haechan x female!reader x Lee Jeno

▸ Fluff, smut, angst? Haechan is poor ▸ Part of To All the Members I’ve Loved Before: Dear 127, hosted by me

Summary: Growing up in a fucked up household, Haechan has always been thankful for his friend Jeno for treating him like his real brother. From giving him food, to letting him stay in their big house, to lending him money for school. Jeno has always been an angel. Until one day, Haechan found another angel, you. Finally his life is now brighter than ever… but not for long, because Jeno likes you too. Will Haechan let this once in a lifetime love slip and give you to his true friend who’s always been nice to him? Or will he be selfish?

Work count: 6k flat amazing

Warnings: Smut, toxic household, mentions of parents fighting, Haechan is poor here, if you are not okay with the idea please click away. Unprotected sex, couch sex, mentions of rough sex, overstimulating, Haechan smoked one cigarette, mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of Haechan’s sister, break up, slight cheating? but not really A/N: Pure fiction. Haechan’s character here is inspired by Justin Fooley from 13 reasons why. And the friendship is inspired by Bryce and Justin’s friendship. hehe. Originally this is a cheating au, but I’ve been writing a lot of cheating au so.... lets do the right thing for now. HAHA. also I did not include a lot of smut just because it doesn’t fit the story so i hope you understand that and still enjoy reading this. <3

A peaceful night that’s what Haechan longs for. A night free from the screaming and shouting of his parents, the glass shattering and never-ending blaming. He turns the volume up of the song he’s listening to from his mp3 player, closed his eyes, and tried sleeping. It’s not calming or whatsoever but it’s better than hearing the bickering.

For Haechan, sleep does not fix anything but it sure does make him feel better once he wakes up and finally faces another fun day in school. Yes. That’s right, Haechan loves going to school for it makes him feel like he’s a normal person. Not everyone in school knew how fucked up his life is and that’s another thing why he loves going to school. School and his friends have been his escape.

“You’re coming tonight right?” Jeno sneaks from behind and swings an arm on his best friend.

“Of course I’ll be there. I have to drive your drunk ass home-“ Haechan jokes but he was soon interrupted by something so unfortunate.

His shoes gave up on him.

“I think I should go and get this fixed before class starts. Not again,” Haechan said, stopping to remove his worn-out shoes and check them further while Jeno watch him.

“I have my Balenciaga shoes in my locker I don’t use that anymore. If you don’t want to keep it or accept it, at least use it for the day,” Jeno smiles at his friend and pats his back. But before Haechan could even say no to his best friend, Jeno is long gone for the school bell rang already.

Every since Haechan is new in town, Jeno has been a good friend to him. Both very different boys but they are brothers by heart and got each other’s back. For Haechan, Jeno is an angel to which he almost feels bad for not giving something in return for all the things Jeno gave him. Not just material things but Jeno offers financial help to Haechan too, in fact, Jeno is the reason why Haechan’s mother got a job at a store Mrs. Lee owns.

So you see, being a loyal and true friend is the only thing Haechan can give in return for now.

After school, Haechan fixed his wretched shoes before going to his part-time job. There, while he looks over the convenience store, he does his homework on the side and makes sure that he studies in advance so he can get closer to the college and scholarship that he’s aiming for and finally get out of this hell hole.

“You like studying so much?”

A voice made him drop his pen and went to work immediately. Punching the cashier and putting the stuff you bought in a plastic bag with a shy smile. A shy smile that miraculously lights up your day, he’s like a sun you thought.

“College. You’re new here right? I saw you earlier with the student body president. I’ve been there, being new in town will get easier... with the right people” Haechan says.

“Well, I had a bad first day, but thank you.... Hyuck. It’s great to know that eventually, everything will get better ” you read his name tag and smiled so sweetly at him. Oh, you wish it’s not obvious that you’re flirting.

When you left you’re all he could think of. He can’t stop thinking about your smile, how it’s obvious that you’re flirting with him but he thinks you’re so cute rather than flirty, he even beats himself up for not asking your name and making you stay longer.

As he walks his way home under a quiet night and with nothing in his head but your smile, he replays his only memory of you in his head while smiling alone and looking like a complete idiot. But when he was just a few walks from his house, he hears the screaming and shouting again.

He ran towards the door and straight to his sister’s room, not giving a fuck about why his parents are fighting. He hugs his little sister who’s in tears and basically shaking from fear, keeping her close to him to let her know that he is here now. And this is the sadness and reality he had to face every day.

“You scared?” He whispers but his face shows no fear to show his sister that his big brother is ready to protect her.

“Where were you?” She whines and snuggles to her brother more.

“I was at work, sorry. You know something wonderful happened to me today,” Haechan ready himself to tell his sister how you two met for the first time. She has always loved Hyuck’s stories and she’s always interested in the people his brother is friends with, especially Jeno.

“Well, why didn’t you ask her name? Will you see her again?” She asks eagerly. “I want more stories about her, she sounds sweet even though your conversation was too short”

“Yeah I know. Maybe I can talk to her by Monday and tell her, ‘hey my little sister wants us to be friends’” he jokes.

And so the night went on, exchanging stories with his sister until his parents stopped fighting and eventually his sister fell asleep in his arms. To be honest, he didn’t want to leave his sister alone after what happened tonight, but he promised Jeno that he will be there so he needs to be there.

Going to Jeno’s birthday celebration in a bar downtown is the last thing he wants to do after having a hard night. The bar was loud, packed, and it’s giving him a headache. So he promised himself that he will stay here for half an hour only, which did not happen because his heart feels heavy.

So he went out to have a cigarette and to clear his mind, having a debate with his conscience whether he’s going back in or not.

“The answer is no,” you said from behind which made him turn immediately and face you. “I’m watching you for a few minutes already and your feet is obviously hesitating to go back inside”

“It’s that obvious? Am I really that easy to read?” he takes one final hit from his cigarette before he throws it away. You nod with a smile to answer his question. It’s obvious that you’re happy to see each other again. “Why aren’t you inside? It’s cold out here,” he would give you his jacket if only he’s wearing one right now but he’s not.

“Everyone is loud inside and I feel like I’ve had enough of the screaming and overflowing booze, you know?” You answered awkwardly. Little did you know that Haechan feels the exact same thing. “But I should probably go and not ruin the silence here too so-“

“I can’t stop thinking about you” Haechan finally blurted out. He didn’t mean to but those are the words that came out from his mouth the moment he saw you turn and was about to walk away. “I don’t even know your name but my sister thinks your cool” he added, trying to sound fun and interesting. Heck, he’s trying to make you stay.

And it's working.

“You have a sister and you told her about me?” Haechan nods with a shy smile, “Well what did you tell her?” You asked with a flirty tone.

“I told her that I’ve never seen a smile so beautiful and that I feel stupid for not asking your name” he shamelessly flirts and came closer to you, making your heart beat faster and making you really nervous.

“Take me some somewhere quiet and I’ll tell you my name” you flirted back.

And without any second thoughts, he brought you to a place where you two can laugh out loud freely, and there's no loud music to bother the moment. You introduced yourself and all he did was giggle and tell you that his little sister will be happy about this. Haechan made you laugh nonstop, telling you the happy memories he holds dear and even small parts about his life, without fooling you and making you think that he’s someone else.

Now that he gets the chance to talk to you again, he wanted to embrace you while he pours all his honesty to you and hopes that you don’t mind liking someone fucked up like him. But Haechan thought that telling you that he’s poor as a rat on your first night together is not something worth staying for, so he shrugged it off and continue asking more about you.

Until you both lost track of time and he offered to walk you home, which you think it’s sweet.

“Do you want to have some water first, before you go? It’s a long way back. M-my parents are not home so no need to be shy,” you offered with a hint of other intentions that he surely understood. And thankfully he accepted.

The moment you closed the door, he stopped you from opening the lights, his hands are on your face and your lips touched immediately. Returning the kiss without hesitation, heads turning continuously and both tongues are wanting for something more.

You motion him to the couch and push him until he falls on the cushions and let out a quiet giggle. It was a pity that you wouldn’t see his bright smile. “You okay with this?” he slips his hand inside your shirt and smoothly removed it.

“More than okay,” you said and started to undo his belt and remove his pants. Soon, you’re both wearing only your underwear while grinding on top of each other. Shy to make a move but your kisses and moans say otherwise. You’re the one who initiates it this time, unclasping your bra and making him knead and cup your boobs shamelessly.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks, removing his boxers brief, throwing it on the floor, and immediately slipped his hand inside your panties while you’re on top of him kissing him like there’s no tomorrow.

You moaned softly when his fingers made contact with your very wet slit and told him, “No. But pull out?” he nods and told you he will. And because of that assurance, you finally removed your panties and went on top of him.

“It’s hard to pull out if you’re going to be on top, maybe next time?” He says and effortlessly switched your positions, putting him on top of you. He pulls away for a second and pumped his cock in between your opened legs, came in closer to kiss you before he pushes his in.

His kisses were gentle and sweet like he’s not about you fuck you in the next few seconds. But when he finally lined his cock and slowly thrust in, both of you moaned and forgot that you were kissing for a second. Sharp gasps escaped your mouth while delicious groans escaped from his. Slowly he takes his time pushing in and out without thrusting all the way, which surely builds the momentum and it definitely made you want more of him.

“I’ll go deeper” thankfully he noticed and pushed in finally. Thrusting a little bit quicker than earlier while his fingers are busy drawing circles on your clit.

Soon, you’re both on edge. Too shy to admit it but you can’t stop clenching and unclenching around him, “Stop doing that,” he says and kissed your neck, bitting the shell of your ear to hear you giggle while he makes you moan deliciously.

He came first as expected because you can’t stop moaning behind his ears and making him feel good with your tight walls. He shoots his cum on your stomach, away from your pussy while his other hand is continuously drawing fast circles and making you cum in no time.

You shivered like crazy and tried closing your legs but Haechan got a hold of it and overstimulated you.

“Wild-brutal, that’s you” you said while you continue to shiver, curl yourself in a ball and beg him to stop.

He kisses your body, avoiding his cum but still managed to suck your nipples good as you come down from your high. When you’re finally calm, you reached for the tissue on the coffee table to wipe yourself clean but he snatched the tissue from your hand and did it himself. After that, you moved your body and make room on the small couch so he can lie beside you, using his arms as your pillow, keeping you close to his sweaty body.

“You’re the second girl I kept in my arms tonight,” he says softly. Looking into your eyes directly. You know that it's his sister and it made you smile and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Can you keep it that way then?” you said, softly like how he spoke. He nods and tightens his hug.

“To be honest I feel like I’m a slut right now because I slept with you first... on my first day of school, my first day of meeting you-“

“Sssh. You think too much. You’re not a slut. I like you, you like me. It’s a normal reaction” he kisses your lips and your cheeks one too many times to make you giggle and eventually let go of your thoughts. “I have to go back to my friends” he added.

“What- No, stay, please. My parents wouldn’t mind” you begged but he shook his head and got up from his comfort.

“I’ll find you again”

“Well give me your phone” you said, eager to make him stay. Eager to stay in his life.

“I don’t have one because I can’t afford one” Haechan was shy to tell you the truth but he didn’t want to lie to you. But of course, you understand him instead of prying. You sat up, kissed him sweetly and told him,

“It’s fine. You know where I live, so we're going to do this old school then” you giggle and make the most of the few minutes you have with him. He reached for your panties and helped you wear them together with your shirt, leaving a soft kiss on your lower abdomen.

“Is that fine? Going old school?” He asks smiling and asking for another kiss.

“More than fine, that means I get to see you always” he giggled and told you that’s right and continued wearing the rest of his clothes.

The next day, Haechan woke up with a smile on his face by just merely thinking about you and thinking of going to your house tonight and surprise you after he hangs out with Jeno at the amusement park.

As his day went on with his best friend, all he thinks about is you. Did you eat already, how was your sleep, do you think of him, and what are you doing now? These are questions that he wanted to ask you because he misses you already, but also, these are the questions that attracted the universe into putting you both in the same place.

Just a few minutes ago, Haechan is thinking about you but now you’re right in front of him... with a blindfold at The Kissing Booth and about to kiss Jeno.... Jeno of all people.

There, Haechan stood and watch you and Jeno kiss in front of the audience. Watching your friends take a video and giggle as much as they want because you have no idea who you’re kissing right now. Oh they would kill to be in your position and taste Jeno’s lips. While you... you think about the gentleman who made you laugh over and over again last night, the gentleman who’s honest about everything, and the gentleman who made you feel good on your family couch last night.

And when you removed your blindfold, you can’t help but feel disappointed. It’s not Haechan you’re kissing, he hasn’t found you again.

When Jeno came closer and attempted to kiss you again, you pushed him away in front of many people, smiled and whispered, “We had our fun already, I think that’s enough. Sorry, I was hoping you’d be someone else” and came down from the stage to join your friends.

The disappointment in Jeno’s face was evident. He felt like he violated you or something and wanted to apologize further but you didn’t give him a chance. He saw Haechan standing in the corner with a soda in his hand and joined him, “That was something. I feel like I was taken to another dimension while I was kissing her. Damn I like her already” Jeno admits, having no clue that Haechan knows exactly what he’s talking about.

“Hey.... Haechan” you taped his shoulder which made him and Jeno turn around. You didn’t want to be bold and flirty with him in front of his friend so you just said hey.

Jeno was shocked to the core when you approached his friend and not him, and he was even more shocked to see you smile so sweetly at Haechan. “You know each other?” he asks you both nervously.

“Yes”

“No”

“N-no. Not really. Dude, everyone knows her. New girl in town plus she came by the store during my shift yesterday after school” Haechan explains. Completely denying that you two shared something special the other night.

Good thing Jeno believed and accepted Haechan’s explanation, so this time he didn’t waste any more time and shoot his shot. “I want to apologize to you. Can we go for a walk? Alone together-“

“Good idea man. I think I should go. I have a shift at the store, s-see you at school. B-both of you,” he says and awkwardly walks out and left you with Jeno.

You wanted to follow him, you would rather want to watch him work at the store than be with Jeno and waste your time strolling around the park, you’ve been wanting to be with him ever since you opened your eyes this morning and now you can’t believe that he denied you in front of his friend.

The whole time he was walking in circles around his neighborhood, Haechan can’t stop thinking about you and Jeno. Even hating the universe more for making him and Jeno like the same girl. Fuck, he murmured frustratingly until he came to a thought that maybe life brought you to Haechan’s life so he could finally give something back to his best friend.

Maybe he’s doing the right thing by letting you and Jeno get to know each other.

“You’re a fool,” his sister teases him while he watches her brush her teeth. Haechan just snorted and let out a small laugh knowing that his little sister is smart and that she’s growing up wise.

“But when you grow old you can’t just commit to something or someone if you know to yourself that you can’t. Be honest,” he kisses her sister good night and tucked her to bed. Wishing for her sister to grow up strong and smart, and not like him.

///

After a few weeks of seeing Jeno and going out on dates with him, you force yourself to think that what happened between you and Haechan is just a one time thing. That you were just horny teenagers that night who both had a bad day that’s why you thought it was something special.

It’s not that you’re using Jeno to forget Haechan, but Jeno is the one making his moves and trying so hard to impress you. He’s almost as nice as Haechan you thought. Maybe that’s why they’re best friends, and maybe that’s why now you look forward to seeing Jeno every day because you see Haechan in him.

Until one night, you and Jeno had a rather hot night that leads you two to his bed. Sex with Jeno is rough and fast and to be honest you forgot how many condoms he used because the sex was that good. And in that very moment, you realized that the only difference between Jeno and Haechan is the way they fuck. Jeno made you forget Haechan whenever you two are in bed and that made you want Jeno to fuck you more each day.

But Jeno is a natural sweetheart, a lover boy who shows you that he is a great man and a good person. “I know we fuck too much and it's obvious that something is bothering you” he says, hugging you closely while you’re on top of him after a very good car sex. “You can tell me, you know?” he added but you just shook your head no. “Okay okay, I understand. I love you. Whatever you’re going through or whatever that’s bothering you, continue to lean on me. Use me if you must,”

And right then and there, you decided to return the love Jeno is giving you.

It was not easy but it was worth it. Jeno loved you so much, more than you could ever imagine. You spend your senior year together, made memories each day, have good sex after school or during weekends, be the life of the party together, and meet each other’s family.

“Are you happy with me?” he whispers behind your ear while he hugs you from behind.

“What kind of question is that?” you said, turning around to meet his eyes and rake his hair away from his face. Not giving a fuck about the people watching you two flirt in the middle of a crowded place with drunk teenagers.

“Just a question. My way of checking if I’m still a good boyfriend” he admitted shyly. You rolled your eyes and came closer to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips which soon became heated and his hands roamed freely around your body.

“Mhmm. I'm happy, I love you” you whisper and you mean it.

“I love you too” he smiles and continues the kiss.

And while you two are in your own private world minding your business, Haechan watches from afar with a beer in his hand. Jealous, but not mad. Happy, but for you and his best friend. You deserve each other, he thought.

So as you and Jeno make your relationship strong and pour all your love on each other, Haechan became even more hardworking, focused more on his studies, and looking for more jobs to save more money. It was his way of forgetting you.

During a party that Jeno threw in his house, everything was intensely wild and everyone got drunk during the party, except Haechan because he was late due to his shift from one of his part-time job.

He saw you laughing with your friends near the poolside. You look beautiful tonight, as always. And at the same time, you look drunk already and all he wanted to do is take care of you but that’s not his job.

“Great that you’re here man, ugh. I’m so drunk” Jeno whines, almost about to throw but he’s still in control. “Here. Promised her dad I’d bring her home, but obviously, I can’t now. I can’t drive while I’m like this, knowing that she’s in the car with me. Too risky. Please dude, thank you”

And just like that, the responsibility and the power to take care of you is passed unto him.

“Baby, Haechan will bring you home- I can’t drive” Jeno admitted to you. Giving you his jacket before he walks you towards his car.

“W-what? Let me stay then, I’ll take care of you. Then you can drive me home when you’re sober” you said but your boyfriend said no and told you you’re as drunk as him. So you didn’t have a choice but to go inside the car with Haechan. He watched you two kiss goodbye and say your I love yous with each other before he drives away and takes you home.

The drive was silent. You didn’t dare to open your mouth and ask how he’s been, he didn’t dare to open his mouth and tell you that you’re beautiful. And it stayed like this until he reaches your house and parked in front of it.

“Do you remember the night that you walked me home?” you started, and you think it’s the alcohol that's talking. Haechan just nods and lets out a heavy sigh. “I wish it never happened. I wish I didn’t flirt back then and went back inside that bar instead of asking you to take me somewhere quiet” you admitted, feeling your heart break but you can finally breathe better now that you told him what you really feel. But deep inside you didn’t mean it. You’re just saying that because you’re still mad at him for denying you.

He unbuckles his seatbelt and reached for you, shamelessly hugging you, and placed a sweet kiss on your temple. You feel his tears and that made you hug him back. Staining his shirt with your tears that you kept for months.

“I’m sorry. I can’t give you what Jeno can give you. My life is a mess, I’m a trash and you deserve someone better. Someone who can take care of you, I can’t” he hugged you a little bit tighter to let you know that he’s sincere. And after a few minutes of silence, he explained his part to you and you listened attentively not because he owes you an explanation but because you miss his voice.

“When I was new here, bullies just won't stop teasing me, then Jeno became my friend and suddenly they all stopped. Jeno didn’t mind if I’m poor, he just wanted a brother and found it in me. That’s why whenever I’m in need he’s always to the rescue, my books, my mother’s job, this Rolex watch that I only use whenever I need it at work. I remember he gave this to me because he didn’t want to give me cash because he was afraid that will make me feel small. So instead he gave me this watch and expected me to pawn it. But I can’t because it’s like a token of our friendship”

“I get it. Bro code” you said calmly and watch him nod. “But who are you to tell me who to love. My heart still belongs to you when Jeno was courting me, I think about you when he kisses me-“

“Do you still feel the same way?” he blurted out, looking at your lips and thinking of kissing it one last time before you have your closure. But he won't.

“I love Jeno but you still have this great effect on me, you still have my heart” you admitted.

“I’m sure you understand me now. Why I don’t want to hurt my friend” you nod because you do understand him, you don’t want to hurt your boyfriend either, “He’s an angel” Haechan added.

When Haechan left and drove away, you feel like he took your heart away with him. Like that one specific night you had sex with him and you didn’t want him to go. You know what you said. You don’t want to hurt Jeno and you do love him, but what can you do? Your heart still belongs to Haechan.

After that understanding with Haechan, you suddenly became cold towards Jeno and all you could think about is Haechan. Obviously, Jeno can see right through you. He knows you, whenever something troubles you, you will keep it to yourself and you won’t tell it to him. So he made a way to cheer you up, but it ended up annoying you.

He invited you to his house to have a sleepover and movie night with him. The thing is, Jeno knew you love having sex with him so the moment you two are alone in his room with all the lights off and only his big flat-screen TV is on, he tried putting you in the mood and became way too touchy.

“Stop” you whine as Jeno starts kissing your neck while his hands roam free around your body. It feels good you can’t lie, but you’re not in the mood so you pushed him a little too hard which made him even more frustrated.

��What did I do wrong? I wish you could open up to me more, Y/n” he gets up from his bed and gave you space. “You’ve been like that for days and days already, I don’t know if I did something wrong. Baby, just tell me. I’ll fix it,”

And there it is. Your very reason why you loved him “Why do you have to be so nice?” you murmur and sat beside him. You knew that this isn’t the right time to tell him about Haechan, but he asked what's bothering you so you’re going to tell him the truth and do the right thing. Bravely, you told him every inch of your feelings, the truth about you and Haechan, and hopes that he will not get mad at you or his friend.

He listened. While Holding your hand. Close to tears but he won’t cry in front of you. Not yet. But now that he knows the truth about you and his best friend, he felt like he stole you from him.

“Don’t be mad at him, he just feels obligated to give back to all the kindness you have done to him and his family” you wait for his reaction. You expect him to get mad or throw a fit but all he did was kiss your knuckles, hold them tightly, and kept you close while he can.

“So what now? Do you need time? Space even? It hurts like hell, I must admit but I can’t force you to stay” he says, with tears in his eyes and trying so hard to look strong.

“I need space from the both of you, choosing is not easy. I don’t want to hurt you in the future Jeno” you said.

“I can’t force you to stay, but I can beg right? I love you-“ He cups your face and leaves too many kisses on your lips, saying he loves you over and over again, begging you to please choose him.

“I’m sorry Jeno, please don’t beg. You don’t deserve this,” you made him stop begging and pull him into a tight hug. Inviting him to come to bed with you and savor this night together while you can because, on the next day, you will leave him.

///

When you broke up with Jeno and focused all your energy on school, you walk almost every day from school to your house just so you can sort out your thoughts.

Jeno stopped begging you to come back after a few months and got himself a new girlfriend while Haechan… well, he’s doing his best with avoiding you. Still, breaking up with Jeno is a wise decision because now it’s clear that you don’t love him like how you love and long for Haechan.

“Fuck” you curse at the rain for pouring out of nowhere and you have no choice but to enter the store that Haechan is looking after. Just like the rain, you came out of nowhere and shock him. But shocking him and ruining his peace was not your intention, you’re just waiting for the rain to stop so you can go and walk again.

Shivering because of the store’s air conditioning, you hug yourself to keep yourself warm in every way you can but it’s not enough. You tried going out again but the rain kept pouring and it started to rain hard again when you tried and open the door. But then you heard the sound of the air conditioning being turned off, and Haechan is behind you holding the remote and some extra clothes.

“You’ll get sick if you stay wet. Here-“ he awkwardly hands you an extra shirt and his hoodie, “You can change back there. There’s no one else in this store except me,” he says and points at the door for the staff room. Of course you accepted his offer and you’re happy that he still cares.

When you got back, you saw him preparing you a hot drink and made you sit on one of the vacant chairs. “How are you?” he asks, stirring the drink and puts it in front of you carefully.

“I’ve been well, thank you for asking. How about you? How's your sister?”

“I’m doing good too. And my sister is fine”

And after that, an awkward silence made you both giggle and feel shy about being alone in this cold store. But not for long. Haechan initiated the conversation and made small talk with you. If he’s being honest right now, he doesn’t want you to shut up. He wanted you to talk and talk freely without being shy… like that first night you spend together.

When the rain stopped, he walked you home again and you both enjoyed the cool breeze and wet street. Admiring the calmness that the rain brought. “Why did you avoid me? After me and Jeno broke up?” you asked calmly.

“I know we learned the hard way and we’ve been through some stuff” he came closer and put strands of your hair behind your ear, “I’ve been helping myself to be better for you so this time I won’t fuck us up, and I wasn’t avoiding you. I’m giving you time to heal” he smiles and looked into your eyes deeply.

“Can we start again?” he finally blurted out. “This is my final attempt on keeping you, and… I just want to fight for you this time”

The rain was a blessing after all. You don’t know if the rain was a sign of starting over again but you’re glad that you decided to walk today and got soaked in the rain and did not have a choice but to enter that convenience store. But you’re happy that the rain brought you back together, so you hugged him tightly as your answer and warned him with all your might.

“If I wake up tomorrow and you deny me again, I swear Lee Haechan-“

And just like that, he cuts you off with a kiss, an act of promise so you won’t need to worry for the next day. “My sister will kill me if I let go of you again” he giggles and continue kissing you.

Who would have thought that you need only the rain for you and Haechan to get back together? Because after that night, he kept his promise to you. He never left your side and you never left his. Life wasn’t easy for him still, but you made sure you stayed with him through thick and thin.

Even though Haechan can’t bring you to expensive dates or movie dates, being with him while he’s working at the convenience store is more than enough for you. “I love my job. I can earn money while having a study date with you in this cold store” he says, kissing your temple while you’re busy reading and studying beside him.

Your remaining high school days were full of him and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

After graduation, you and Haechan planned on living together even though you’re both going to different schools, thankfully your schools aren’t that far from each other. Living together is not easy, your parents warned you. But Haechan made it easy for you because he loves you so much. Nonetheless, you would still choose a hard life with and just so you could be together the moment you open your eyes in the morning until you close them to end your day at night.

“It's you and me from now on, Y/n” he whispers beside your ear, hugging you from behind so tightly like you’re going somewhere and finally kiss you good night.

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