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midwestprincesss · 5 months ago

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PARTNERS IN CRIME | chapter 1

pairing: enemies to lovers patrick zweig x female!reader summer camp au

summary: after graduating highschool, both you and patrick look for a summer job. you, because you wanted to save some money before college. and him because he needed a place to sleep. you thought you finally got rid of him forever, after highschool. but it's patrick zweig, so c'mon.

a/n: it's a biiiit short i knoww but i'm tired so YEAH! sorry! loveu guys tho!!!!!!!!

contents: uh. some talk ab masturbation, patrick has a crusty cum sock but are we surprised, reader is literally patrick, they can't stand eachother but they also wanna fuck eachother, blahblahblah

taglist: @jackierose902109 @primlovesdilfs

prologue

''wake up.'' you heard a voice. a guy's voice. it took you a while to actually wake up and realize it was patrick, leaning against your door frame.

you groaned and threw your pillow at him. ''get the fuck out!''

he chuckled and picked up the pillow, throwing it back at you with more force. ''it's 8am. you have to get up, like, now.''

''ugh! why are you even in my room, zweig? have you been watching me or something? you fucking perv. go away!''you yelled, pulling the blanket over your head. and of course the fucker had to walk over to your bed and pull the blanket off of you.

''look, it's not my fault we got paired up in the same cabin. now if you stopped being a fucking bitch for once and got up, that would be great. we have to do the whole initiation bullshit with all those kids. get out of the fucking bed.'' he said and slammed the door.

it was an actual nightmare come true. patrick never had any concept of personal space, but you thought that maybe it was just a phase. turns out it wasn't. he looked almost ready to get into bed with you-but only so that he could push you off of it. not that you wished he would get into bed with you to do something else- no, ew. you'd sleep with anyone but patrick zweig.

but he did look good. and even though you didn't want to admit it, you knew it. he's tall, muscular and handsome. perhaps that contributes to your hatred for him. you couldn't stand it when he looked at you with those doe-like green eyes of his. or when he bit his lip at the most inappropiate times. or the way the muscles in his legs flexed when he was running. or how nice his freckles look.

but you were not attracted to patrick, god no. these were just little exceptions.

well, maybe this morning was an exception as well. the way he spoke to you turned you on, weirdly. he seemed so pissed off- he looks hot when he's angry. maybe that's why you get a kick out of annoying him.

you finally rolled out of bed with a groan, checking the time. it was, in fact, not 8 am, as patrick had told you, but 7:30. the fucker.

you decided on not going back to sleep anymore- mostly because you weren't that sleepy anymore but also because you didn't want to let your thoughts about patrick wander. the most ridiculous and embarassing thing would be to jerk off while thinking about that smug little bitch. you would have good excuses though- it was morning, you were just horny, blah blah blah. but still, the aftermath of it all would have been the most humbling experience ever so you decided it was best to just skip all of it.

after doing no efforts in making your bed, you headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and put on a bit of makeup, then you put on a pair of shorts and a stupid t-shirt with the name of the camp on it. and just when you were about to leave the cabin, you noticed patrick's door was slightly open. would it realyyy be that bad if you looked around his room a bit?

no, it wouldn't. he barged into your room while you were still in there, sleeping, without even knocking. so it can't be worse than that.

you opened the door and looked around. it smelt like axe body spray and cigarettes. you looked up at the smoke detector and obviously it was covered with a shower cap. it was such a patrick thing to do. then, you noticed the fact that he hadn't made his bed. also a very patrick thing. but then you remembered your bed looks exactly the same so you quickly found something else to focus on- the fucking sock next to his bed. just one, singular sock on the floor- gross. so. fucking. gross. to think he was jerking his shit in a room right next to yours- just straight up gross. not hot- not hot at all. it's actually disgusting to think about him slowly stroking his big, throbbing dick with pretty moans falling from his lips (such a shame you didn't hear them). what was he thinking about? about you, maybe. but you hope it wasn't you, 'cause that would definitely not be hot- not at all.

when you opened the door you found patrick in front of the cabin, checking his phone.

you sighed, loudly, so that he could hear you. he did not react. you did it again- but still, no reaction from him.

you decided to break the silence. '' why the fuck did you come here? did you know i was gonna be here? your parents are fucking rich. you're basically swimming in money there, at your house. why couldn't you stay there?'' you snapped at him, slightly surprising yourself. you did plan on having this conversation with him, but you didn't expect it to happen so soon. it was like you were speaking without actually wanting to.

''wouldn't you like to know.'' he deadpanned, then continued to type something on his phone.

you stared at him, tapping your foot. ''you checking if i replied to that text you sent me three days ago? 'cause i didn't. and just so you know, i was not smiling at you.''

''it looked like you were. i bet you missed me.'' he finally looked up from his phone but without making eye contact with you yet. he was smirking. again. you felt like punching him. again.

''zweig, i swear if you don't shut up-''

''make me shut up, then.'' he said. so fucking cheesy.

''your stupid pick-up lines don't work on me. you're not gonna turn me into one of your fangirls'' you warned him, inching closer and closer to him. ''and by the way, i'll get back at you for waking me up earlier. you're a fucking cunt.''

he didn't reply anything. he just looked directly into your eyes, with his eyebrows slightly raised. it was almost like his face was screaming, punch me! punch me!

you ignored your violent urges- you figured it would be better to put all that energy into something else- maybe, instead of punching him, you could flood his room- something of the sort.

but of course, that would be quite impossible given the fact that you would have to pay actual money for the damage. so, maybe punching was still an option, but not yet.

''i'm starving. i'll go get some breakfast.'' you said as you started walking away. ''-and don't try to sit next to me at the table. it's enough i have to sleep in the same cabin as you- i don't want to be reminded of your gross eating habits.'' pickles and peanut butter, disgusting. you remember how patrick used to eat that, in the school cafeteria- like actually. and with people around him. and still- he got girls. somehow.

he immediately came running after you, laughing a bit- ''oh come on, i don't eat that shit anymore, i was like 15 back then. and plus- i don't know anyone around here-'' he tried to make a point, but you cut him off with a loud and clear 'no.' he sighed and rolled his eyes at that, but ended up sitting on the opposite side of the table.

the whole time you were having breakfast you could feel his eyes on you. only this time, he wasn't smirking or grinning or anything of the sort- he just looked like a lost puppy.

it almost made you feel bad.

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 28 days ago

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Mafia! BTS - They Are the Rival Boss Who Likes You (pt. 3)

A/N: I was completely unhinged when writing Jin, I'm just saying ... Jimin and Taehyung tho ...

Warnings: mentions of violence, weapons, abuse and trauma, sexual insinuation (dare I say smut?)

MASTERLIST

It has been a fortnight since you managed to escape your abusive relationship and it has been a fortnight since you moved in with M/N. You knew needed to find a place for yourself and yet there was none. You couldn't go back to your family or friends. Kang had them under surveillance in case you appeared at their doorstep and you knew he would kill both you as well as them if you did so. The first few days with M/N were the most difficult. You didn't know whether you could trust him; you felt like you were always threading on thin ice although there was no reason to. Every day grew easier and every day you became more comfortable around M/N. Although it has been months since you last felt any affection for Kang, you weren't sure whether getting involved with M/N would be a good idea after all that you have been through. You couldn't help it, though. The longer you stayed with him, the closer you became; getting to know him and being with him was so effortless ... M/N would not tell you anything about what was happening with Kang, though. Even if he thought he was protecting you, it did not drive you anything less insane.

Jin

The kitchen smelled fantastic with the fragrance of different dishes getting ready. You made yourself in charge of most of the meals, finding it was the least you could do for everything Jin has done for you. Although you have practically been confined to his apartment, Jin did everything in his power to make you comfortable and make you feel anything but trapped - if you even tried to contact much less stay with your family or any of your friends, Kang would know immediately. You did not care so much about yourself as you did for them and you would never do anything to put them in harm's way.

You were putting together the last bits and pieces when you heard a noise from the hallway. You thought it was Jin coming back early but when you approached the front door, it was the sound of struggles and muffled gunshots that you heard.

Your mouth parted in shock as your body began to tremble. You backed away from the door quickly and ran through the apartment. It was a skyscraper - there was no window you could jump through. You grabbed your phone at least before you ran for Jin's room. There has to be something, you thought, having been a part of this life for far too long. Your hands roamed the edges beneath Jin's bed, the bottom of his nightstand and the bed frame, where behind the headboard a heavy black gun fell into your hands. You had never held a gun before in your life but you knew more than enough.

The front door was opened by force and made you jump around. You slipped into the bathroom of Jin's room and closed the door behind you. There was nowhere to go but you were thinking fast. You had seen scenarios like this a thousand times in your head and in your nightmares. You opened the large bathroom cabinet and grabbed the towels and set them on one of the empty shelves beside the shower. You slipped inside the cabinet, fitting in painfully against the sink but you managed to close the doors, curled up with the gun to your chest. You texted Jin and put the phone on silent as small drops of sweat ran down your neck. You could hear the footsteps roam the apartment quietly, checking every room individually. You removed the safety lock on your gun, your finger resting snugly on the trigger as you stopped breathing entirely. The footsteps were in Jin's bedroom. Your eyes watered with tears but you blinked them away so quickly it was like they were never there in the first place.

The bathroom door opened.

"She's not here," said a deep male voice.

"He must have her in a safe house somewhere," said another man from Jin's bedroom. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest. Despite the men's words, you did not let down your guard. They could just be playing a trick on you if they knew your hiding place.

"Fuck!" cursed one of the men. He threw something against the wall. The gun in your clammy hands was wet from sweat. The cabinet was hot and let in little fresh air.

"Kang's going to be pissed when he hears," said the other and closed the bathroom door behind him, his voice muffled now.

"He's not going to be pissed, he's going to be pissed at us!" snarled the first and kicked something over.

"Fuck it, man ... Let's go," said the other before their footsteps began to recede. You listened carefully, the saliva in your mouth as thick as honey.

A bang echoed from the apartment, nearly making you pull the trigger. Your body cramped as shouting followed and more muffled gun sounds like the ones you heard from the hallway.

Your eyes widened. Jin.

You pushed open the doors of the cabinet, the cool fresh air giving you goosebumps. Your top stuck to your back and chest as you slowly turned the knob of the bathroom door. You peeked through the smallest crack but there was no one in the bedroom. You slipped from the bathroom, holding the gun with both hands as you hurried towards the hallway which led to the kitchen and living area. As you looked from behind the door of Jin's bedroom, you came face to face with an unfamiliar set of eyes. You rose your gun instinctively as did he, engaging in a nerve-wrecking staredown. Another figure appeared in your vision, a man lying by his feet with a bullet in the middle of his chest.

The young man lowered his weapon as you watched him closely. He had dark hair, an arm full of tattoos and a piercing in his lip. Behind him appeared Jin, his crisp white shirt blood-spattered. You lowered your gun, his gun, and allowed yourself a breath.

The other man left, tucking his gun behind his trousers. You let your own weapon drop to the floor. You wrapped your hands around Jin's neck as he pulled you into his arms with such force he feared he might break you.

"Thank god you are here," you repeated over and over again like whispering a prayer.

Jin tore away as his hands went to your cheeks and he kissed you without a warning. His soft lips moved against yours with longing so strong it knocked the breath out of your lungs. You responded immediately, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"Are you okay?" Jin asked against your lips, returning for another and another kiss as you nodded. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled yourself close to his chest.

Jin could feel your top soaked with cold sweat, your body shivering against his as your hands remained balled around his shirt. He saw his gun on the floor, the Glock you must have found behind the headboard. You told him what happened and where you hid so that they did not manage to find you. It did not matter though because both of Kang's men were dead now, lying on the floors of Jin's apartment.

Jin kissed your forehead before more of his men arrived to take care of the mess. If you thought the apartment was bad, you found the rest of the building a massacre. Jin told you not to look but it was impossible to take your eyes off all the dead and wounded guards. All of them died because of you.

When Jin saw the look in your eyes, he felt his chest on fire with fury. Kang had his men tell Jin he was willing to negotiate but it was all just a distraction so that he could get to you.

"I'm taking you somewhere safe," promised Jin as he made you look at him. "And then I am dealing with Kang for good."

Namjoon

You have been staying with Namjoon for two weeks now. It was strange in the beginning; although your instincts told you to trust him, you weren't sure whether you could. But every day seemed better than the last even if you were practically under some sort of house arrest. It was not that Namjoon wouldn't let you leave; you simply couldn't or you would endanger not only yourself but everyone you would interact with. Kang had his people everywhere ... But so did Namjoon.

He did not want to talk to you about Kang, much less about his business and how this - how you - affected everything. You nearly got into a fight about it a couple of times but you backed off the last moment. You were already staying with Namjoon, eating his food, using his things ... It was only fair for him to set some rules about how he wanted to handle everything.

"Do you want to find a different place?" asked Namjoon out of the sudden, raising his gaze from his tablet as the two of you were reading together in the living area. Your eyes reached his as you found yourself frozen for a moment.

"Sure," you agreed although you could not help but feel even worse than you did just feeling indebted with him for staying at his place. After Namjoon said he liked you you could not stop thinking about it and even began harboring some feelings of your own. But he must have changed his mind as he got to know you over the past two weeks. You were always together if he was not at work or somewhere else; it was impossible not to get to know one another.

You could not sleep that night. You tried to find a solution, someone you could stay with. You had some money you had saved on your account but getting an apartment of your own was not an option, not until you found a job first. Besides, Kang would see your name registered beneath it and would find you in the blink of an eye. Then an idea occurred to you - your mom had a godmother that lived in the country.

You found Namjoon drinking coffee in the kitchen as he scrolled through the news and fought off sleep. Your heart weighed heavy in your chest when you considered your presence might be bothering him. You went straight to the point.

"I think I found a place to stay," you said as you joined Namjoon at the kitchen counter. "My mom's godmother lives up in the country. I haven't seen his in years but we were close when I was a child ... Kang can't possibly know that she even exists," you told Namjoon. His eyes admitted a strange shadow that showed everything else but relief or happiness.

"I only need to get in contact with her, but then ... " you began again but Namjoon still wasn't saying anything.

"I got you an apartment," said Namjoon finally. "It's under an alias. Kang won't know you're there."

"Why?" you blurted. If Namjoon lent you an apartment, that would mean you would still remained in contact.

"What do you mean why?" asked Namjoon calmly and took a sip of his coffee. He was anything but calm, though; you knew him enough by now to see that. You just didn't know what was happening.

"I thought you wanted me gone," you said without thinking. Namjoon looked at you astounded.

"I never said that," Namjoon stood up now, his whole body tensed.

"Why did you ask me to leave then?" you breathed, your eyes locked on one another.

"I thought you wanted to leave," said Namjoon honestly. His voice fell as he looked around the room, his gaze eventually returning to your eyes.

"Why would you even think that?" you asked gently although your stomach twisted into knots.

"I'm more than aware that I'm not the easiest man to be around," said Namjoon. He knew he was demanding, he knew he did not relax easily and let his guard down even when he was no longer dealing with work. He did not want you involved in the situation with Kang any more than you needed to be but it often led into arguments.

"You are to me," you assured and took Namjoon's hand. "I will never be able to pay you back for everything that you did for me even if I lived a hundred lifetimes, but ..." I love staying with you, you thought but did not have the guts to say it; you felt guilty enough as it was.

Namjoon's dark eyes flickered between yours, his lips parted as he watched you thunderstruck. His heart threatened to leap from his chest when you took his hand.

"Fuck," muttered Namjoon before he kissed you with such force you nearly stumbled but his arms went around your waist already, steadying you against his strong frame. Your hands rested against his chest as you recovered from the initial shock and responded with your instincts. Namjoon's lips felt so good against yours that they made your arms cover in goosebumps. Namjoon began pulling away but you followed him, not ready to break the kiss. Namjoon took your waist and sat you up on the counter, your arms wrapped around his neck.

Yoongi

Yoongi seemed more distant the past few days than you were used to. He was quiet by nature but staying with him was as effortless as if you were in your own home. That did not mean that you did not feel guilty about burdening him with your presence, especially these past few days. You kept thinking about solutions and ways that you could move out but you could not return home to your parents or any of your good friends - Kang knew all of them. That is until you remembered another person that might be willing to help you, someone your ex-boyfriend never met or even heard of.

When you finally gathered the courage to go talk to Yoongi, you found him asleep on the sofa, the TV playing a series he liked to watch. You turned it off before you took a blanket and placed it gently over Yoongi's sleeping frame. He looked exhausted. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes and his skin was more papery than it was pearly.

Yoongi did not want you to thank him in the beginning, for anything. But seeing him like this and silent and gloomy when he returned to his apartment, you knew you had overstayed your welcome.

You made dinner came evening; it was the least you could do for Yoongi to allow you to stay here for so long. You gathered all of the dishes on the dining table and went to grab some water and two glasses. When you returned, you found Yoongi leaning against the door frame, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His dark eyes moved across the table to you.

"I made dinner," you said with a small smile although you were as anxious as if you were carrying a nest of sleeping hornets in your chest. "If you're hungry."

"Thank you," said Yoongi and you sat at the table. You ate in silence for a while then broke it at the same time.

"This is delicious—"

"Are you okay?" you asked carefully. Yoongi's pitch black eyes locked on you as he chewed, a strange and absent look on his face. He did not think it showed as much.

He nodded and took another bite from one of the side dishes. You watched him, a pang of guilt ripping through your chest.

"I've ... I've been meaning to talk to you," you began as you set down your chopsticks. Yoongi raised his gaze to you, suddenly fully present.

"My mom's stepdad ... He lives in the country; he's moved there with my grandmother when she was still alive. We haven't spoken in a while but he's alone now and elderly. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I came to stay for a while - he might even welcome it," you told Yoongi, leaning your forearms against the table.

"You're leaving?" asked Yoongi, his brows furrowing into a frown. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"It's not ideal but I never mentioned him to Kang," you spoke your ex's name with difficulty. "I'm sure it will be better than staying here."

Yoongi stared at you, his frown only deepening as he struggled to understand what was happening.

"Did something happen?" asked Yoongi quietly, his voice deep and raspy in his throat.

"What do you mean?"

"Did I do something?" asked Yoongi again in all seriousness. His voice remained calm as he wanted you to speak freely.

"No, of course not," you said quickly, surprised he would say something like that. "I thought you'd be happy ..."

"Why would I be happy that you're leaving?" asked Yoongi genuinely.

You found yourself staring at him, staring at the dark circles beneath his eyes and how tired and absent he seemed these last few days.

"I just thought ... You seem so tired and I'm always here when you get home and you cannot rest in peace because I'm always bothering you—"

"You're not bothering me," Yoongi cut you off. "I'm glad that you're here whenever I come home."

"You are?"

Yoongi stared at you a while before he got up from the table and you did the same. He came around to your side and placed his hands on your cheeks before he pulled you into a kiss. Your eyes widened at first before they closed and you responded to the touch of Yoongi's lips. You could taste the traces of whiskey on him as your hands went to his sides, balling around the fabric of his black t-shirt.

You did not want him to pull away but he did, leaving you reaching for air. You slowly opened your eyes as you bit your lip to keep yourself from leaning in again.

"Don't leave," said Yoongi, his chest rumbling with the deepness of his quiet voice. He could not believe his eyes when he saw your gaze searching for his lips.

"I won't," you shook your head and stepped on the tips of your toes. You wrapped your arms around Yoongi's neck and kissed him ardently. He deepened the kiss as he took your waist and sat you on the edge of the table.

Hoseok

You were standing outside Hoseok's study, raising and lowering your hand like a robot as you tried to muster your courage and knock. You had to talk to him and the sooner you did the better you would feel.

You knocked and slowly opened the door.

"Do you have a moment?" you asked as you waited beneath the door frame. Hoseok was sitting in his chair behind the massive wooden desk that held nothing but his laptop, a computer, a stack of pens in a box and a decorative bonsai tree.

You have never been in his study before although he was always in and out of it when he was not actually at work. The room was bright and sunlit though, not at all dark and gloomy as you expected given the nature of his work.

"Come in," said Hoseok with a smile.

As you closed the door behind you, Hoseok was already on his way to the sofa next to the packed but organized bookshelf. He was very meticulous and it showed in most any aspect of his life.

You sat down beside Hoseok, not really knowing where to begin.

"You didn't have to knock, you know," said Hoseok smiling. You offered a small smile in turn but your gaze fell to your hands.

"I've been thinking ..." you began as you licked your dry lips. "I think it's time for me to go, Hoseok ... "I've been thinking and I ... I have an aunt that lives in the country - Kang doesn't know about her. My dad had a falling out with her years ago and I honestly haven't seen her since ... But given the circumstances, if I contacted her, I think she might let me stay for a while," you concluded, slowly looking up at Hoseok. He was listening patiently to what you had to say, his brown eyes never leaving you for a moment. The smile had drained from them, however, replaced by a frown and his lips forming a thin line.

Hoseok did not say anything for a while. He looked down at your hands before his eyes returned back to your face.

"You want to leave?" asked Hoseok quietly.

You stared at him as your heart jumped to your throat and beat harshly against it. You did not want to leave, not really. After the first couple of days, living with Hoseok was like living with an old friend. Sure, you couldn't go out or see anyone but that would have been so wherever you decided to wait out Kang's rage. Hoseok did everything, though, to make you feel as comfortable and free as he could. His building had a rooftop garden where you spent most of your time when it wasn't raining. When the weather was bad, however, you found books to read, meals to cook, movies to watch and even play board games. You could not believe it when Hoseok asked if you wanted to play Scrabble one rainy evening. One game turned into a tournament, which lasted until 2 am, and you had not laughed that much in as long as you could remember.

You managed a nod, "I think so ..."

"Did I do something?" asked Hoseok as his eyes studied your features.

"No, of course not," you said quickly and instinctively took Hoseok's hand. "I just ... I feel like I'm taking advantage of you and I will never be able to pay you back for everything that you did for me."

"Oh, sweetheart ..." said Hoseok as he scooted closer and caressed your cheek to make you look him in the eye. "You're not taking advantage of me ... I'm afraid I may be the one taking advantage of you ..." Hoseok's eyes followed his thumb that glided across your cheek.

You watched him not knowing what he meant.

"You don't have to go to your aunt," said Hoseok as he took back his hand, the softness of his voice hardening with resolution. "I will find you a place where you can stay while I deal with Kang."

You watched Hoseok. He thought you wanted to get away from him, that he was taking advantage of your company because he wanted you to stay. It could not be further from the truth, though.

Hoseok wanted to stand up to make some phone calls, but you were still holding his hand and did not let him leave. His dark eyes turned to your palm as he sat back down.

"I want to stay ... " you said softly as you looked into his eyes. "If you want me to stay."

Hoseok stared at you. Your heart beat wildly against your chest beneath his gaze. You threw all reason out the window in that moment and decided to trust your instincts. You scooted even closer to Hoseok, his wonderful fragrance giving you goosebumps. You leaned in slowly, observing Hoseok's body language in case your instincts were wrong. Hoseok's eyes lingered on your lips though as he reached for your cheek again, his thumb tracing your soft skin until it settled beneath your jaw and held it up to him. You closed the space between you as you found his soft lips and forgot to breathe altogether. Hoseok pulled you closer as you wrapped your hands around his neck, drawn to the warmth of his body. You have been thinking about this for days but never dared to act on it - you already felt bad enough as it was ... but now, in that moment, everything felt different.

"I will never ask you to leave," said Hoseok against your lips as his hands gently rested on your neck. "Everything that is mine is yours."

Jimin

Since the first night that you spent at Jimin's place, you have been staying in his room. You offered to take the sofa and there was even a guest room that you could take, but Jimin didn't mind in the least. You were sharing the same bed yet sleeping each on your own end. That is until one morning you woke curled up against Jimin's chest, his arms wrapped around you securely. You didn't realize it at first and only snuggled closer to your source of warmth and comfort, your hands slipping around Jimin's side as you inhaled the smell of his clothes. Yet when you realized where you were and what you were doing, a gasp escaped your lungs as you shot up in bed. Jimin woke immediately, one his hands grasping the gun attached to the bottom of his bed and the other instinctively reaching over you protectively.

"What is it?" asked Jimin when he saw the two of you were alone. "Did you have a nightmare?" his heaving chest was beginning to calm. Jimin stored the gun away.

Blush crept up your cheeks as you shook your head. "No, sorry, I just ..." you didn't know what to say really.

"What?" asked Jimin gently.

"When I woke up ..." you licked your dry lips and blushed even deeper. "We were sleeping together ... together together. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable ..."

"You're not making me uncomfortable," said Jimin immediately. His hand was still resting across your waist. The closeness of his face made your heart pause.

"I've already stayed at your place for far too long and now I've even started invading your space when you're sleeping," you hid your face behind your hands before you ran your fingers through your hair. The small but sharp pang of guilt you had been feeling the first few days slowly but surely turned into a slash with a machete. You tried to at least give Jimin money for the groceries and clothes and other things that he brought you if you couldn't exactly move out but he wouldn't hear of it. It made it even more difficult for you as the two of you grew closer and you began to develop feelings for him.

"Maybe I was the one who pulled you closer," said Jimin quietly, his big brown eyes flickering to your lips for a split second but you noticed. Your already pink cheeks turned crimson as your gaze flinched to Jimin's lips as well no matter how hard you tried to control yourself. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest when Jimin inched closer. He looked you in the eyes just to make sure before his hand moved from your waist to your cheek. Jimin kissed you, his plush lips moving softly against yours. Your fingers went to his neck instinctively as you scooted closer but Jimin pulled away hesitantly as if he tried to pace himself. His forehead rested against yours whilst both of your eyes remained closed. You tried to kiss him again but Jimin pulled away.

"Y/N ..."

Another sharp pang of guilt slashed through your chest even though Jimin was the one who leaned in first. For a moment, you thought you misunderstood.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly although your voice held an urgency laced with genuine regret. The thought of making Jimin uncomfortable was killing you.

"What? No—," said Jimin quickly. "I'm sorry ..."

"You don't have to be," you reassured him but it was his turn to blush - a sight you couldn't have imagined in a million years. Jimin was always so self-assured that it made you believe he could never feel shy or embarrassed or any of the lot.

"No, you don't understand ... " said Jimin. When you saw the look in his eyes you suddenly realized what he was talking about. Your heart was beating loud; the thought both exited and scared you a little at the same time.

"I'll make some coffee, do you want some coffee?" you suddenly panicked as your face throbbed with heat. "I'll go and make some coffee," you decided and jumped from the bed. A part of you wanted to stay but another knew better than to rush into it.

You had to lean against the wall once you reached the kitchen, your chest heaving. You could feel your own heartbeat pulsating against your throat. You couldn't help but grin when you thought about the kiss, though, and the feeling of Jimin's lips against yours. The coffee almost spilled from your cup when you heard Jimin come into the kitchen. You were leaning against the isle, facing the coffee machine when he came around and poured himself a cup. You were looking down at your bare feet as you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling.

"Would it be ..." you cleared your throat as the blush you only just got rid off returned to your cheeks. "Would it be okay if I kiss you again?" You glanced up at Jimin. You put your coffee cup on the counter and hugged your arms. He looked at you puzzled for a moment, then put away his cup as well. Jimin's hands wrapped around your waist as he kissed you passionately, nearly knocking the breath from your chest. A muffled yelp escaped your mouth but your arms locked behind Jimin's neck. You only deepened the kiss, unable to get enough and threw reason out the window. You had never felt this way before, this calm and comfortable and yet filled with excitement and butterflies.

Jimin lifted you up on the counter and kissed you with so much hunger it made your back arch against his grip. He pulled away then, his chest rising heavily.

"I can't ..." Jimin shook his head as he tried to catch his breath. You could almost hear the rest of his sentence - control myself. Despite your better judgement, you couldn't either.

"You don't have to," you breathed before you stole a soft but passionate kiss from his lips. Jimin's fingers dug into the softness of your waist as he pulled you even closer and your legs wrapped around his hips.

Taehyung

Every day since the evening Taehyung brought you to his apartment you could not stop thinking about what he said to you. Even if the two of you hadn't spoken about it since, it still lingered in the air like a fragrant perfume that you wanted nothing more but to wear. Still, you contemplated your relationship with Kang and how it all went wrong at some point. Some of the memories still made you wince in your sleep and sometimes, when you looked at Taehyung, especially when he was working, there was a formidable frown on his face that made your insides feel as if they had been dipped in acid. There were other times too, like in that moment when you were sitting at the breakfast table with him. Taehyung was drinking coffee and looking at his phone but you were looking at him: how his unstyled hair fell onto his forehead, the way he licked his mouth when a drop of coffee lingered on his lips. One of his arms was leaning against the table, flexed as it rested in a rectangular position. It was then when you noticed that Taehyung's sharp eyes moved from his phone and now watched you.

Your face flushed pink as you looked away quickly. You took your plate and your empty cup to the sink to wash them, shutting your eyes tight when you let the water run. Even before the benefit, you found Taehyung attractive although you would never act on it; you were still with Kang then and he made you feel less than comfortable even just with the thought of kissing him.

Taehyung placed his coffee cup in the sink, standing dangerously close to you. You thought he would go away but he kept waiting, his eyes never leaving you as you washed the dishes as quickly as you could.

"Do you need something?" asked Taehyung when you dried your hands. His closeness made your whole body feel as if you were on fire but you didn't want to move away. Taehyung's voice was quiet and smooth, truly asking if there was something you needed but did not want to ask him. You brought up the subject of staying with him one too many times, feeling terrible about not contributing anything financially, much less being able to find a place of your own - one that Kang wouldn't know about.

You shook your head and blushed even more the longer you stayed beneath Taehyung's gaze. You were about to walk away when he caught your hand and pulled you back.

"Y/N," he spoke with a cat-like laziness in his voice. "If you need something, you only need to ask." Taehyung held your wrist gently with one hand and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear with the other. Goosebumps rose on the back of your neck.

"Do you want something?" Taehyung rephrased, making your eyes snap up to his. Your cheeks pulsated with heat at the thought that Taehyung could see into your mind and know what you were thinking.

"What do you want?" said Taehyung. His voice grew darker and purring, his long arms trapping you against the counter. A sharp breath caught in the back of your throat. For as much as you tried, you couldn't help but glance at Taehyung's lips. The strangest frown formed on his brows that sent shivers down your spine. You were caught.

"N-Nothing," you whispered and slipped beneath his arm. Taehyung caught your hand and spun you around as his lips crashed against yours. Your eyes widened before they shut tight, your skin prickling with goosebumps. Your fingers balled around Taehyung's t-shirt when he deepened the kiss and his arms wrapped around your waist. You couldn't remember the last time you felt like this - if you ever even felt like this; you couldn't have or you would have remembered.

A small whimper escaped your mouth when Taehyung sat you on the counter, his lips tracing down your jaw and to your neck. Your nails dug into Taehyung's sides when he left a mark on your skin with his soft lips. He kissed it again, this time delicately, when he was done. You were breathless when Taehyung's lips found yours again, kissing you softly now. Your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling as if you were in a dream. The tension slowly eased to comfort, settling the fireworks in your tummy to butterflies.

"The next time you want something, you just have to say it," purred Taehyung close to yours lips as his fingers tangled into your hair.

"Need," you mumbled quietly, your cheeks flushed with fever as you found his lips again.

Jungkook

All the while that you stayed at Jungkook's place, you couldn't help but feel closer to him every day. Seeing each other at benefits and other events was one thing, but spending time with one another every day and living together was a whole other. Sometimes you watched a movie together in the evening or cooked together, that is, Jungkook cooked and you assisted or simply watched from the counter. Still, the thought that you were taking advantage of him persisted in the back of your head at all times. On the other hand, you could hardly imagine living on your own again once all this would be over, no more sharing sleepy glances with Jungkook over breakfast and falling asleep knowing you'll see him almost the second you'll wake up.

It was strange at first. You weren't sure whether you could trust him but after breaking the ice, it was as if the two of you had known each other all your lives.

One day, Jungkook told you he needed to work late and you didn't pay it no mind. He often had to leave even on his days off to take care of one thing or the other. But that night, you couldn't fall asleep for the life of you. You tried to watch a movie to distract yourself but you couldn't stay focused either. When you began drifting off to sleep on the sofa, the sound of the door opening quietly was enough to wake you up. Only a small lamp was on in the living area but once Jungkook made it from the hall, you could see small dark stains on his shirt.

"Oh my god, what happened?" you gasped and sat up. Jungkook hadn't noticed you were in the living room as he was too busy trying to be quiet because he thought you were sleeping in your room.

"Y/N, it's fine," said Jungkook calmly when you hurried up to him. It was blood, you knew, but it wasn't his blood unless he had a nosebleed. You felt a sharp pain around your heart.

"What happened?" you asked again, this time more quietly.

"Nothing," said Jungkook just like you knew he would.

"Did you ..." you swallowed hard. "Was it Kang?" You looked up into Jungkook's dark eyes. He wasn't disclosing anything. But when your eyes fell to his hands, you saw Jungkook had bruised and skinned knuckles.

"Come," you asked and took his hand gently as you led him to the bathroom.

"Y/N, it fine you don't need to ..." began Jungkook when you took the first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet. You weren't looking at him or he would see the tears in your eyes. You could never know if you were the reason he was in danger.

There were little cuts in Jungkook's knuckles where the blood disappeared when you washed his hands under cool water. You could feel the callouses on his palm and the pillows of his fingers. Jungkook was standing right behind you as you dried his hand with a soft clean towel, his warm breath tickling your ear. The scent of his perfume filled your nostrils along with a faint smell of cigarette smoke that lingered on his clothes.

You looked at the spattered dots of blood on Jungkook's shirt again. "Maybe you should change first," you suggested quietly. You couldn't stand seeing the blood on his clothes even if it wasn't his. It just filled your mind with endless scenarios and made you feel even guiltier than you already did.

You thought Jungkook would go to his room to change but he only pulled off his stained shirt and threw it over the toilet seat. You cheeks pulsated with heat as a sharp breath caught in the back of your throat. You looked away quickly before Jungkook offered you his other hand as well. You washed the cuts and the bruises and patted his rough hand dry. He let you use some antiseptic as well and some ointment before you gently wrapped his knuckles with a bandage.

"You didn't have to do this," said Jungkook once you were finished. You were leaning against the bathroom sink, watching the tattoos on Jungkook's arm as he stood in front of you.

Your eyes filled with tears again. You looked up at Jungkook but it was a mistake. A single tear slipped from your eye and you brushed it away as soon as it came but he saw it nevertheless.

"Why are you crying?" asked Jungkook, his voice almost breathless as he caressed your cheek with one of his bandaged hands.

"Did you get hurt because of me?" Jungkook's dark eyes shifted between yours as his lips parted. He had no idea how terrible you felt, how guilt was eating you inside out.

"Why would you think that?"

"If Kang—"

"It wasn't Kang," said Jungkook firmly as his brows furrowed into a thick frown. "Even if he was and he will be at some point, it's got nothing to do with you."

"But—" you tried to protest, allowing another small tear to escape your eyes.

"Y/N, shut up," ordered Jungkook although his voice was nothing if not caring. "I won't listen to his anymore." He leaned down and gave you a kiss. Your eyes widened as both of his hands cupped your cheeks. Jungkook pulled away, realizing what he had done only when he saw the look on your face. The sound of your loud heartbeat was almost deafening in the silence that settled between the two of you. Your tummy swirled with butterflies.

"Y/N—"

You cut Jungkook off with a soft and tender kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you had to stand on the tips of your toes to reach him. Jungkook leaned down, allowing you to stand on your feet but his arms locked around your waist so firmly that he nearly lifted you off your feet. You deepened the kiss simultaneously before Jungkook lifted you up on the counter and stepped between your legs. You have been thinking about this since the first morning that you stayed with him; it all felt like a dream that you didn't want to wake from. The intensity of Jungkook's touch, however, let you know it was anything but a dream.

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plasticfangtastic · 4 months ago

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Dairy Girl-- Part 2

A Homelander x F! Reader fanfic

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post this and hope the lenght is enough of an apology, yeah this is gonna be liek 4 parts i got too engrossed btw. hope yall like it here's the previous chapter:

Synopsis: In order to provide a constant supply of fresh breastmilk for Vought’s number one hero, Vought has had to get quite nifty in order to prevent this secret desire out the press and the public– you have unfortunately discovered the truth.

Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, abusive dynamic, Homelander being Homelander, dub-con, dark, mild smut, breastfeeding kink, kidnapping, child-death mention tw, cheating tw, set in s4 but canon nothing, slow burn.

word count: 3.4K

Part 2– Calf

As he’d mentioned before the house was an escape proof cage– every window had its hinges super glued or welded shut, glass panels thick enough to prevent shattering but thin enough to allow sound in. That night as he’d left you for the first time you kept your composure, perturbed more by the earlier events that nothing had time to sink in, you venture across the 3 bedroom home, each room old taken straight out from a vintage furniture catalog, the master bedroom smelled just like your grandmother’s, the bathroom walls covered in tacky pink tiles that you told yourself will never get used to.

By the time you explored the whole building you understood the following: The size felt deceiving, without a way to see the outside this building could’ve been 35 floors high and you wouldn’t know, the east-wing of the building at the opposite direction where you’d emerged was cut off from you by a thick metal door, an eye-scan request made its unpickable lock, looking at how it cut on the hardwood floors you’d guess this is where in the kitchen and perhaps the garage and entry hall could be found, this overall felt like an architectural nightmare, the only other oddity of this was the piles and piles of bottled water– Vought branded water… you much rather drink Dasani than this crap… It was by far the worst one in the supermarket.

There were indeed no phones or even ethernet ports on the wall, the TV was bolted in its place and so was the VHS player (and all the furniture too), there were at least 350 titles on the walls (something you bothered to count on day 5), an extremely old vinyl player your only other company... whoever had supposedly lived here was a big fan of Cab Calloway, ABBA and Bruce Springsteen, here you and Bruce could become intimate friends it seems after all you had all his vinyls, alongside an expansive jazz assortment, nothing in this selection went past 1989.

You also learned a very useful fact on day 3 you stared at one of the 18 cameras that you’d found.

“I really want some Mcnuggets! Like just a 12-pack and a large Sprite! Maybe an Oreo Mcflurry too!” You yelled into the camera waving your arms as if the circular lense would reply somehow.

Barely few minutes later the air was filled with the roaring sounds of a bike burning tires seemed the forbidden end faced some road which made you giddy, about 50 minutes later a small door at the door itself opened smoothly where the first strange hand you’ve seen in the last 3 days popped-out leaving a bag with a familiar logo… it wasn’t maccas tho, it was Vought-a-burger which was okay but that wasn’t the point, you picked your meal and your oversize ice-cream and drink and begun connecting lines– Your prison was in Pennsylvania, based on the area code on the phone number on that old pizza box, located close enough from both a pizza chain and on a 15 to 20 minutes drive from a Vought-a-Burger, the library held no maps for you to try to find your location but give or take about an hour or two by foot from any civilization… Yet as you drank the mostly melted caramel churro sundae you smiled thinking of how to steal a bike.

That Night you picked two tapes from the wall not caring one bit about what you were going to see, you stared at the camera.

“Hey can one of you check like an underrated 80s movie list from IMDb ‘cuz I seen a few of these already… at least bring me something new!”

As always no response was ever given, you dragged your feet towards that ornate bedroom of yours, pink walls, flowery quits, a matching chaise lounge, a hardwood coffee table bolted to the ground and your private TV and VHS player, it took you an hour to remember how to use these thing that second day here. You put on a movie, curling in your bed in the dark, smelling the sweet flowery smell of fabric softener, this didn’t smell like home, pillows too soft, mattress too soft everything here was made to bring you comfort but it was making you feel like a squatter.

The cold light of the screen enveloped every surface and you slowly faded away as ‘Lady in White’ began to wrap up, eyes glued to the screen so firmly you screamed when the faint red light peeked from the corner, clutching the quilt across your body as the red faded away and all you saw was a vaguely illuminated shape.

Blurry colors with no clean shapes, standing facelessly enough blue to let you see it was humanoid, Homelander creeped closer, his body blocking the light and like a shadow he devours everything, he turned around to pause the player, draping his gloves on the dumb box as he turned around once more, your heart caught in your throat, each breath quick and sharp as he took another step closer, hushing softly and he’s there swallowing you whole he kneeled into the bed the mattress squeaked and chimed sinking under his weight pulling you in, only the faint outline of gold eagles and soft blonde locks told you with absolute certainty that he was here… that 3 days ago you indeed met The Homelander, far from the pretty blue-eyed hunk from the movies more ghoul.

You swallowed as his head rested on the pillow next to your hips, his nose burying in the cushioned pillowcase.

“I was busy with work” He mumbles softly, staring at you with the same playfulness of a guilty pet owner who’d ran out of their cat's churu treats– "I promise to visit, I got you something… left it downstairs for you.”

He stared at your white knuckled hands and without uttering a word you understood his demands, fingers moved by psychic force alone, you welcomed him into your lap as you came undone, burying your digits into his hair, soft like cotton, so smooth you dreamt of cat’s bellies as you scratched him, he took the remote from under you lifting you with so much ease your brain struggled to compute it at first, the movie played and all he wanted was petting.

“Security told me you’ve been good… nothing crazy… am glad, "he said with a tired tone.

“What good would that do me…?” You replied with your eyes focused on the screen.

If you wanted to survive I had to get on his good side, no? you though

“I like it when you people understand your place” He chuckles softly.

‘You people’? You could easily discern the meaning behind his words by tone alone, your finger stopped suddenly, his eyes flaring up immediately.

“I think this would be more productive if you told me exactly what’s going on… I won’t try to run or scream… am just confused and scared…” you spoke bluntly as his gaze met yours in the dark.

“This is my private speakeasy and you’re the bartender… tap too… is hard being on top… and I want some relief… and a sanctum–

“To express your socially unacceptable inclinations/interests? Fair enough I can imagine the press would eat you alive if they found out you liked breastmilk.”

“You’re cute and smart too.” He pushed himself into your stomach, your body sinking to the shape he wanted, holding you tight– I’ll be a good owner and let you asks me absolutely anything you want”

“Why me?”

“Dunno.” His lips tightened into a flat line– the doctors picked you, I asked for a good provider… but all the women downstairs and you did have one thing in common” He sounded awkward as he spoke listening to your increasing heartbeat– you kept producing… I asked to have easy access to my treat but somebody downstairs came out with all of this” his hand lazily gestures around– bit extra I know.”

How simple, he didn’t even care about this to begin with, glaring at him gave you no answers or comfort.

“My family…?”

“They think you killed yourself, I've been told… your ex-hubby been on twitter acting holier than the virgin mary, absolutely devastated for likes” You bit your lips, face scrunching up ready to shout and cry– everybody suspects he murdered you even the cops”

“I'm going to kill him!!” Your tears flowed regardless – god fucking dammit!”

Your whole body rejected the news, twisting your stomach and filling you with needles

“How would you do it?”

“Bash his head in with a hammer…?? I don’t know but fuck him! I wasted 5 years of my life with that bastard!” You cried.

Homelander buried his face into your stomach, hiding the smile on his face. as you cursed outloud for a little bit, he paid no attention to your words.

“Sorry…” You cleaned your tears trying to stop this embarrassing display, the mere thought of him acting like he cared made you sick when he wouldn’t even come to his own son’s funeral– are you gonna hurt me?” you cleaned your nose against the pillow.

He moved so quickly before you knew it he’s face to face and even in this dark room only lit by rolling credits he appeared serene as a painting… It makes your blood run cold.

“Why would I hurt my comforter?”

That night he only slept for a couple hours, never moving from your stomach, holding you regardless, he snored softly, mumbling half-spoken words, lips twitching and brows furrowing, you petted him gently watching his hardened frown melt.

Some days he’d come once, others he’d come five times and then there were the days were you didn’t see him at all, leaving you awkwardly aware about how odd these exchanges felt… for it never felt truly sexual, your fears of molestation and ‘real’ assault dissuaded as you accepted that all this man was doing was come here to whine and bitch about work and suck on your titty– like right now, Homelander has been shouting, talkign so much shit about his coworkers you started to wonder if it was made up for nobody could certainly be that allegedly incompetent, about how stressful it was to do 20 plus media interviews all day, about hoq\w his latest film “Justice Serve” was a fucking nightmare already despite being only half-way thru pre-production.

“Do you even know what it's like to deal with idiots who think they’re better than you because they have an award!?” He put your nipple back in his mouth with a frown– who does Villeneuve think he is” He mumbled into your skin.

Yet he didn’t only bring petty grievances and thirsty lips– he showered you with gifts, perfumes you couldn’t pronounce filled with soft fragrances: sweet but not sugary, warm tones without too much spice. Brought you beauty products to pamper you… to watch you play with from the many cameras in the house, and dressed you like a doll in clothes you honestly wouldn't have bought in the first place, too flowery and tradwifey.

You did so with a fake smile, you’d be pretty for him if you must, keep your tongue in-check and swallow the ever increasing knot in your throat for he at least wasn’t loud towards you, he didn’t yell, he didn’t make scenes… you were just living like his newest pet.

His miniature cow standing in the living room instead of the evergreen pastures outside, VHS tapes and steel food trays made your fence.

You keep busy cleaning this house making stories of who had lived there, Bruce the only one who spoke to you.

Analysing the house inch by inch, there had to have been a spot they’ve missed you kept thinking, you figured that somehow they monitored your sleep cycle, only entering to remove dirty clothes and trash in the death of night, they knew if you were obviously awake, on day 14 you stayed up till around 5 am and not a peep was heard accross the house but as you woke past noon all your trash had been cleaned up, on day 16 you stayed awake all day felt sick passed out and same thing, you would find a way out, you would force them to take you out, all the furniture was glued in its post but if you had to cause a fire you fucking would… as you stared at your clean bedsheets you figure you could force them to come in and drag you outside but as you postulated the possibility of a faux-suicide attempt Homelander’s face flashed accross closed eyes– dare dissapointing him and lose all the goodwill you’d been building, trust, even presents more extravagant than anything your ex ever did.

Had he not kidnapped you, hold you against your will in an underground bunker, used you as a milk fountain and terrified the fuck out of you with his invisible steps in the middle of the night you would had found him charming… endearing even… at least he was still handsome… frightening but handsome.

Day 18-19-20 were the worse so far, days went by and your isolation only grew he had not come by, your meals delivered so quietly you missed them and found them cold, birds either too loud or gone but Homelander never came, every hour the anxiety only grew as you found your throat aching to speak with somebody other than a non-present 80s musician.

You made a stack of the movies you’ve seen yelling to the camera demanding more to watch, abandoning the cause to focus on the obscene collection of Danielle Steel books in the library… at least 30 books, at least it was a distraction as you woke up for the third day in a row without hearing from Homelander.

You talked to yourself, prettier views didn’t make up for human interaction, you had isolated yourselves before… you didn’t eat, shower, answer calls, simply left yourself to rot in your bed, sinking deeper and deeper into your mattress, the calm heartbeat of the machine keeping you alive until the phone battery died, now here you were curling in the couch feeling that endless void inside you screaming back at you, nothing to distract you from it any longer.

How ironic that those days locked in the basement had been the firsts since the funeral that you’d hadn’t thought about it.

Now every sleep came with dreams of distant cries, empty halls that cooed back, and a sense of urgency as time slipped from underneath you, nothing here smelled like him, yet in your sleep you held your pillow as you once held him, swearing it smelled like him, in the silence the singing birds sound like babies, but there’s nothing but creaking floorboards, old pipes and foreign ghosts in this place.

In this endless silence your mind told you this was limbo, jazz solos disguised the pandemonium of a silent afterlife, but as your heart anguished once again you buried yourself in paltry distractions, reading out loud as to keep your vocal chords warm and delude yourself that there was some company in here, mostly to hide the nonexistent crying.

It took you by surprise when half way thru ‘The Ghost’ you heard the buzzing of the steel door, your ears perked up stretching your neck before falling into the floor, shaky knees picked you up once more with a brave kick, quick steeping into the living room– Homelander stood staring at the messy pile talking to the camera to have this sorted and for the first time since you’d been here you sawn another human, who answered his call almost immediately, a man in kevlar rushed in his gun bouncing on his back alongside a young man dragging an ikea bag.

“Homelander!” Your voice was hoarse but he still turned to smile at you.

“We got you some new movies Ms. L/N” The young man spoke dropping the bag with a heavy thud.

“Watch it!” Homelander growled and you saw a slight stain dribble down his pants– just go wait in the library kitten while these ones sort this out for you.”

Your feet moved anyways, too excited by the presence of new faces, had he not cleared his throat you would’ve said anything just to make sure this wasn’t a dream, you looked away and that big steel door was wide open, an armed guard by the exit tho… it was an office, painted white with cool fluorescent lights.

Run, the voices scream.

Run.

For fucks sake run!!\

but...

You stay still.

It’s a test. Run and die, run and he’d snap your spine in thirds before you understand what happened your brain would be separated from your cranium no doubt, you swallow and take a step back, slow heavy agonizing steps lead you to the library.

Homelander’s gaze softens as he watches you sit by the unlit fireplace, he follows you soon after leaving the staff to work behind, you lift your head with a stiff neck, your tongue swollen inside your mouth, he smiles gently dropping to your level, carrying a small box.

The pretty bow doesn’t catch your attention in the least.

Not that dashing smile and ever so blue eyes either.

He tickles your nose without touching.

Chamomile and oat, a pale scent, subtle and clean…

As he scoot closer to you urging you to take the meaningless box held by nude hands, he pets your chin, leaving you to catch nutty tones… his hands smell of almond oil and cream.

He’s talking as he guides your hand into opening the present but you aren’t hearing a single word spoken… all you care about is his aroma…it invides you carving an aching hollow chest, making you dizzy and the world is squeezing your whole body with a thousands of pounds of violent force but you’re still held in one piece, wrapping your neck with the necklace he’d got you, touching every exposed inch leaving traces of sweet almond on you, resting his chin on your stiff shoulder so close whispering sweet nothings to you… hair smells so creamy… milky coconut, it makes you ill– You could name every brand he wore if asked.

“You like it?” He asks into your neck.

‘Like’ what? You guessed he meant the necklace.

“Where have you been?” You asked, wanting to think of anything but that bitter scent.

He pushes you down into the carpet, your hair drapes everywhere so he moves it to give himself no chance to pull it, you can’t even argue but your surprise and discomfort still paints your face, before you can say anything he drops his head on your stomach, nuzzling your dress and pulling your hand towards his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it” his muffle words sound angry, he whined into your stomach a quiet order demanding affection.

Obeying orders before he could whined even more for now you wanted silence again.

Staying like this for as long as he needed, leaving you to speculate what brought him such distress that caused him to abandon you as a result, a part of you stared in awe as you realized you how long this man could stay still without making a sound for.

How long did you lay there in a shared repose that your eyes shut? you wondered as the orange glow of afternoon sun warmed your cheeks, his hand cleaned a falling tear off your face as you woke up with a headache.

“Had a nightmare?”

Your hand unconsciously pulled him close to you, burying his face under your chin he’d awkwardly smiled as he adjusted to your demands, talking to you but it was white noise, your kept him still bridging an arm across his neck locking him in position, your other hand buried in blond, closing your eyes as you got high on shampoo.

In your mind much like your dream you hold him so close, he was plump and giddy, his hair more than a thin tuff, you laughed with him, as you dried his back, you swore to never love the scent of coconut, you held back your pain as you held him with all your might.

“I don’t want to talk about it…”

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander x fem!reader #personal #my fic tag #the boys amazon #i have not proofread this so i die as the dog that i am #will edit for errors tomorrow cuz its almost midnight when am posting this.

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tinycoffeeroom · 5 months ago

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new home | arthur hill

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

requested: Hey saw you were looking for requests for Arthur hill maybe like going on your first holiday together or like moving in together x

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y/nstagram all moved in ! new roomie seems ok, he keeps singing a song about an old cowboy though?

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fan why is the champagne in the sink tho ↳ y/nstagram freezer machine Broke ↳ y/nstagram on a real note though, fuck currys bc WHY has our freezer been delayed by a week ↳ fan i'll fight them queen ♥️ y/nstagram

fan the books... can't wait to see the book nook!!! ↳ y/nstagram i'm so excited!!! annoyed arthur half to death talking about different bookcase options but i found a gorgeous set on facebook marketplace and its gonna look SO GOOD!! ↳ fan pls give us a tour!!!! ↳ y/nstagram keep a look out on my stories xx

georgeclarkeey it's not too late to come home arthur, your side of the bed feels so empty x ↳ y/nstagram womp womp go shag the other arthur or something ↳ georgeclarkeey he won't open his door :( ↳ arthurtv im protecting my peace ↳ georgeclarkeey im grieving the loss of my boyfriend and you won't even give me a cuddle </3 ↳ arthurnfhill i'm not dead????? ↳ georgeclarkeey it's like i can still hear his voice sometimes... ↳ arthurnfhill i hate it here

bffstagram georgeclarkeey can u have arthur over the weekend, i want a girls night with my gf x ↳ georgeclarkeey only if you take him back on the monday, i have stuff to do ↳ arthurnfhill feeling very much like basil right now ↳ willne uncalled for? ↳ miaxmon i have sole custody of basil pls delete arthur it's a sore spot for will ↳ arthurnfhill only if he apologises for making fun of my mullet AND THEN getting one himself ↳ willne y'know what the basil jokes aren't too bad

fan need a relationship like theirs PLEASE ↳ arthurnfhill all she does is bully me??? seek help ↳ y/nstagram ARTHUR i only bully you like 50% of the time... and you do it too ↳ arthurnfhill i would never bully my girlfriend ↳ y/nstagram the notebook night? ↳ arthurnfhill ok point taken ↳ fan parents <3 ♥️ y/nstagram, arthurnfhill

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Even with all the preparation that had gone into the move, you were still unprepared for the overwhelming amount of boxes that lined the halls of your new flat.

You and Arthur had discussed the idea of buying a house, but with his job being based in central London and the two of you still being young, renting a flat seemed like the best option before diving head first into the nightmare that was mortgages and white picket fences.

The first night the two of you moved in, only the TV and mattress had been unpacked, the stress of bringing all the boxes in tiring the both of you out to the point where the mattress lay haphazardly in the middle of the room and the TV lay slanted against the living room wall.

Arthur lay beside you, eyes half heartedly looking through Uber Eats open on his phone. "Chinese or Indian?"

You took a moment, trying to decipher what you would prefer most. "Hmm, maybe pizza? The other two require utensils and to be honest, I have no idea where our kitchen stuff is."

Arthur hums in response, turning his head to look past you. "I'm pretty sure they're in the bathroom, I think I tripped over our bowls when I went to pee."

Exhaustion must be catching up to you as you don't even question how the boxes labelled "KITCHEN" in black sharpie had ended up there.

After the pizza had been ordered, the two of you lay in comfortable silence, the quiet drone of whichever episode of Friends was queued on the TV floating through the air. A bottle of red wine had been opened at some point and the two half full glasses sit precariously on fake wood floors.

You must have slightly fallen asleep at some point, coming around to the smell of freshly cooked dough and a smiling Arthur staring down at you.

"You were dead to the world, not even the sound of me stacking it over our bathroom towels could wake you." He laughs at the memory, sitting down beside you and handing you a box.

You raise the lid, welcoming the mouthwatering scent of pizza as you shuffle up to sit. "I could smell the pizza."

Arthur guffaws around the piece stuffed halfway into his mouth, eyeing you playfully. "Of course it was the food that raised you from the dead."

Shoving his shoulder with your own, you tuck into the meal in front of you, eyes tuned on the TV as The One with All the Thanksgivings starts playing.

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It had been a stressful few days. You weren't lying when you told Lisa you were about to have a breakdown over sofa cushions. Luckily, she'd popped round the next day, armed with a small mini fridge and freezer which she made Arthur carry into the house. You could have cried when she produced a cute "congratulations on your new home" card and a bouquet of sunflowers.

The two of you sat on the half put together sofa and scoured the Dunelm website for all their cushion options, opting for some light brown teddy bear ones and some darker brown velvet cushions. Arthur stayed out of the interior design chat, instead opting to run some water into a pint glass for the flowers and bring over two cups of tea for both of you before he disappeared off into his studio room to sort out the wiring.

"Typical man, leaving us to make the place look pretty."

You giggled at Lisa's comment, pointing out the framed artworks sitting propped against the wall. "He picked those out, to be fair to him. We decided he'd do the decorating and I'd just focus on the furnishings."

You continued on your Dunelm hunt, bookmarking everything you thought would look good in your new home, Lisa throwing in a few suggestions as to what you may need. By the time the two of you felt you had sufficiently scoured the website, it was nearing dinner time. Arthur popped his head round the corner to ask if you wanted him to run out and grab something to eat, but Lisa shook off his question, grabbing your hand and her car keys.

"Y/N, we'll nip out now and pick up a few bits, including a vase," she eyed the pint glass begging to tip over, "and we'll pick up some dinner too."

Arthur shrugged his shoulders, smiling at how Lisa had taken you under her wing. Ever since he'd introduced the two of you, she'd taken an immediate shining to you, often sending you silly pictures that reminded her of you or organising coffee dates for the both of you to catch up.

One round trip for a vase and some cleaning essentials as well as a nice pub that did takeaway carveries later, you and Lisa bundle through the front door, giggling about the man in the elevator who had assumed the two of you were mother and daughter. Lisa had replied a cheeky "not yet" and had thrown a wink your way.

Arthur had moved from his studio to the living room, head popping over the back of the sofa at the sound of the two of you laughing. "What did I miss?"

One look at Lisa had you both giggling again, waving Arthur off as you unpacked the takeaway bowls of carvery and scoured the boxes for cutlery.

Arthur eyed the two of you warily, directing his mum to the sofa as he came to search for some glasses for the bottles of Coke you had picked up as well. Dropping a small kiss to the back of your neck, he smiled fondly when your eyes meet.

"This is nice."

You hummed, working on taking off the plastic lids. "Yeah, we were lucky to find the pub, Google Maps was useless."

He shook his head, one arm wrapping around your waist as he looks at his mum setting in on the sofa. "No, I mean this. Being sat in our home and listening to you and Mum laughing about god knows what. I was so worried when I introduced you that she wouldn't like you, I don't even know why, it's impossible to hate you. But, it's nice. I'm happy."

You turned in his grasp, hand coming to rest on the side of his neck. A soft smile overtook your lips at the serene expression on his face. "I'm happy too. I'm glad we did this. I love you."

He matched your smile, a small "I love you too" passing his lips before he pressed a soft kiss to yours.

"Hey, hungry mum over here!"

Lisa's voice broke the bubble around the two of you, both of you looking over to see Lisa smiling fondly from the sofa.

"My apologies, dear Lisa, let me bring it over now!" Laughing softly, you press one last kiss to Arthur's lips before sliding out of his embrace.

The three of you eat in comfortable silence, accompanied by the quiet sounds of the TV and the occasional comment about the dinner from one of you.

The sun had long since set and you and Arthur tried to convince Lisa to stay, but she shook her head, stating the two of you needed your own space and left soon after, leaving behind warm hugs and a kiss to both of your heads.

Choosing to tidy up tomorrow, you both head to bed. You slid in first, welcoming Arthur's warm embrace as you settle in for the night. He peppered soft kisses to your shoulder blade, nuzzling his head into the spot afterwards. "Goodnight, I love you."

Brushing a hand through his unruly hair, you dropped a kiss to the crown of his head. "I love you too." Taking in the surprising quietness of central London, you closed your eyes, excited to wake up to a new day in your new home.

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩 • 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

SUMMARY: Jude says some disgusting things during an argument which results in you leaving for some space. Maybe you'll makeup...

GENRE: angst, smut

WARNING: angst, kinda some fighting, NSFW, cunilingus, intercourse (no protection. Wrap it up irl tho), cursing

PAIRING: Jude Bellingham x f reader

Request?: Yes

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

AUTHOR NOTE: Reader is from England but she can honestly be any background

My master list is coming soon don't worry

Not proof read

Don't repost my work or I'll snap you into two

Enjoy

Fights were rare between you two, but when they happened, they weren’t pretty. That was the case tonight.

The door slammed shut after Jude walked out of your shared house. A couple of minutes ago you both were arguing. It started with Jude thinking you were getting too close to a guy at the bar you were both at earlier that night but you weren’t at all. you were simply being friendly. The only person you had eyes for was Jude and only Jude. He didn’t see it like that though.

He spent the passed 30 minutes grilling you, not letting you get many words out. Many many insults were thrown around, many you wish he didn’t say to you.

“you’re a whore.”

“I wish I didn’t fucking meet. You mean nothing to me”

“You aren’t fucking loyal, I should have known not to go out with someone like you.”

In the end of it all, Jude stormed out saying how he needed space to cool down before he said something he regretted. But it was too fucking late for that. He said enough. You weren’t going to stick around for someone who verbally abused you like he’s just done. You had to leave even if it hurts to.

The tears running down your cheeks were hot. You sniffled, wiping them away with the back of your sleeve while you shoved clothes of yours into your suitcase. Your hands were trembling from the anxiety you were having. Jude’s words ringing in your head. “you mean nothing to me.”

Deep down you know he didn’t mean it, but it still hurts hearing him say it. You’ve spent 3 years with Jude. You moved countries, giving up your dream job just to be with and support his career. Why couldn’t he realize that you’ve done everything for him and his happiness.

You zipped up the suitcase and stood up. Before you left the closet you pulled off the hoodie you were wearing and tossed it onto the floor. It was Jude’s hoodie he let you borrow. You didn’t feel comfortable in it anymore.

You walked out of the closet and to the bed taking a seat and pulling out your phone. This was the bed you both shared countless nights on. You tried not to think about all those little moments you had in it with jude. It was too painful to think about.

Grabbing the handle of your suitcase you walked out of the room before you could change your mind. The Uber you called a couple of minutes earlier had arrived just in time. You placed your suitcase in the trunk before slipping into the backseat.

“where to miss?” the driver asked, looking at you in the review mirror. Choking back your tears you answered her. “to the airport.”

Jude opened the door to your home. He was finally cooled down after walking for a few minutes. He was ready to talk.

The truth was he regretted the things he said to you. He didn’t wish he never met you. You were the Greatest thing to ever happen to him. He let his stupid thoughts get to him and they made him slip up and say things he wasn’t supposed to. He needed to apologize to you and make things right.

Jude reached the top of the stairs and opened the door to your bedroom. He was expecting to see you curled up under the blanket, but you weren’t.

“Baby?”

Frowning he walked over to the bathroom peaking in to see if you were there. You weren’t of course. Jude was starting to panic. Did you really leave him? He thought to himself. This was his worse fucking nightmare.

Jude walked over to the closet and there it was. He was meet with the sight of clothes everywhere on the floor and a big gap where your clothes once were.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jude mumbled. He ripped his phone out of his pocket quickly dialing your number. The phone rung a couple of times before going to voicemail. Jude tried a couple more times, but it was no use you weren’t going to pick up.

He fucked up big and he knew it.

You watched as your phone rung a couple of times from Jude. It pained you to not answer them but you knew you couldn’t. You needed to show how much he hurt you. You needed space.

Once at the airport you put your phone on silence and got out of the car with your suitcase. You got a flight back to England so that’s where you were heading.

There wasn’t a delay so you were on your flight in no time. Here you were on your way out of Germany leaving the love of your life behind. Will you regret this? Probably! But fuck did it feel right, right now.

Three days had passed since that night. Since you lost spoke to Jude. You were currently crashing at a friends place since you had nowhere else to go at the moment.

You couldn’t even lie, you were miserable with out Jude. You missed his kisses, him grabbing your waist as you cooked something, his pretty smile. You fucking missed it like crazy.

But you weren’t missing it as much as Jude was missing it. God he fucking missed you bad. He called and text countless times over the passed few days but it was no use. You weren’t picking up anything.

Jude knew he had to make this right with you. He couldn’t live without you. It was fucking him up.

Today Jude had a game before he came back home to England. Even though you were pissed at him you couldn’t help but watch his game.

Right away you can tell his mood was off after his last few days. He wasn’t doing all the hot things he always did when out on the field before the game. He had a tense frown on his face whenever the camera zoomed in on him. The actual game was no better. He was fucking up passes and getting more aggressive towards the other players leading him to getting a yellow.

You felt a little bad. You hated that his performance on the field wasn’t good because of you, but he had to learn that his words cut deep.

After the game you switched off the TV and headed to bed. You climbed under the sheets getting cozy.

As you did your last minute scrolling through your phone. A notification popped up on your phone catching your attention. You were about to swipe it away thinking it’s Jude but it wasn’t . It was actually his mom, Denise.

You and her were very close ever since you started dating Jude. She was like a second mom to you, always giving you advice and helping you out the best she could.

Denise:

Dear, what happened between you and Jude? Every time I mention your name he would get mad and storm off.

Quickly you text her back telling her everything.

You:

me and Jude are kinda going through somethings right now. He said some hurtful things like calling me a whore and left so I left too. Now I’m in England. I just needed space

Your phone fell on your chest after you sent that. Now his mom was involved in your relationship problems. She shouldn’t have to be but here you were.

Your notification went off causing you to pick up your phone.

Denise:

I’m sorry honey. I’ll talk to him. Maybe when we come back to England you both can fix whatever is going on.

You thanked her, turning your phone on silent before falling asleep.

Two weeks passed and it was the day Jude was coming home to England. You were kinda nervous. You promised yourself you would talk to him.

Around 12pm you decided to finally text him so you both could meet up and talk about what happened.

You:

Do you wanna talk?

You cringed at the dry text you just sent, but brushed it off when you saw how fast Jude texted you back.

Jude:

“yeah!

You:

Ok meet me at our old spot behind the field ❤️

You added a little heart not really thinking much of it, but to Jude that was major. A few days before he had got a good lecture from Denise about his words. She wasn’t happy about any of it. Even though Jude knew he fucked up he felt like he deserved that scolding he got from his mother. He shouldn’t have said the things he said.

Now he has a chance to really apologize to you and make things right.

Jude walked down stairs tucking his phone in his pocket. He slipped on his shoes before slipping out the door.

He made it to the spot before you seeing how close he was to it. It was a small field he used to play on, that’s where you caught his eyes for the first time.

Jude waited a good 5 minutes before you arrived. You walked up to him and he swear his breath got caught in his throat.

You sat down beside him.

“Hi.” You squeaked out as you avoided his gaze.

“Hi.. how have you been?” Jude asked you. “I’ve been ok. Been better.” You let out a small chuckle but not an amusing one.

Baby, I’m sorry.”

You finally looked at him and you wished you didn’t . He soft eyes filled with so much regret made you want to forgive him so quickly.

“I messed up. I called you shit you didn’t deserve. I said things I know I shouldn’t have said and I regret them and I know sorry isn’t going to cut it but just know I am ok.”

Jude reached over and took your hand from your thigh and intertwined it with his. The fact you didn’t pull away made him feel a happiness he hadn’t felt all week.

“ Jude you fucked up. You really fucked up. Your words hurt me deeply…” you sighed before continuing. “but I forgive you.”

“I wanna kiss you so bad.” Jude mumbled, his Burmmie accent thick. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. He really wanted to kiss you.

“im not stopping you Jude.”

Jude smirked. He grabbed your face kissing you. Two weeks without your lips caused him to kiss you hard. Teeth grazing each other’s, tongue meeting for a second as he kissed you harder.

Your fingers grabbed his shirt as you pulled him impossibly close to you. You missed him so fucking much. It’s kind of crazy how much you craved him. He was your drug.

Jude pulled away from you. His lips were red from your previous action making you laugh.

“come back to my house. I need you.” Instantly you knew what he was talking about by the smirk on his face.

“fine, but you’re coming over to mine. I’m not doing it with your parents home.”

You stood up, Jude following your actions. You both began your short journey to where you were staying at.

You both couldn’t walk faster than you were. It’s embarrassing how much you needed each other.

As soon as your front door closed Jude had your back against the wall. His hand gripped your waist pulling you against his hard on.

You moaned into his mouth, tongue fighting his for dominance. Ultimately Jude won of course. Even though you loved kissing Jude you needed more of him.

“Jude” you pulled away breathlessly. Jude lips fell to your jaw placing wet kisses there down to your chest. “Jude, I need you to fuck me.”

Jude pulled away from you and looked at you.

“Want me to fuck you huh?” all you could do is nod your head. Your sex ached for his touch, you needed him.

Jude lips hovered over yours “ok well you need to lead the way because I don’t know shit about this house.”

You snorted but took his hand guiding him to your room. Once inside the room Jude pushed you on to the bed. He slotted himself in between your legs then kissing you. You started to make work at his shirt, pulling it by the bottom so you could remove it.

“desperate aren’t you?”

You groaned. “shut up and take off the damn shirt.” Jude laughed before pulling his shirt off and tossing it somewhere across the room. His ab were now on full display making you pulse around nothing.

“now your turn,” Jude put his hand under your top, coming in contact with your bare breast. You were so happy you decided to ditch the bra. “take this shit off.”

No time was wasted as you pulled off the shirt. While you were at it you took off your jeans and so did Jude. You were both now only in your underwear.

Jude’s lips found your nipple, tongue insulting the sensitive bid making you moan. It didn’t help that Jude slid his hand down your panties and drew small circles on your cloth clit. You bucked Your hip up hoping to feel more but Jude hovered his hand over your sex so you couldn’t be satisfied.

“Jude!” You whined. Jude released your nipple from his mouth and muttered a fine. Jude climbed off the bed to the edge where he kneeled down. By your ankles, Jude pulled you down so that your wet cunt was reachable for him.

Soft kisses were placed on your inner thighs. Closer and closer Jude came to your pussy. Each time he did your breath hitched. You watched as Jude did his thing. He was enjoying this a lot. As he should.

His fingers fell under the waistband of your panties. With a tug they were off leaving you completely nude.

No time was wasted. Jude tongue softly came in contact with your clitoris making you moan softly. Jude kept going, drawing circling over your clit and lapping at your fold.

Your hands found their place on Jude’s head. Your back arched off the bed.

“fuck right there.” You cried out. Your loud moans filled the room. You were happy you were here instead of Jude’s house. There’s no way you would be able to hide what he is doing to you.

Jude tongue slipped into your hole before trailing back up to your bundle of nerve. He grunted at your taste. You were sweet like honey. He could be buried in this pussy for the rest of his life if he could.

“Shit Jude you’re going to make me cum.”

Jude didn’t stop after you said that. Instead he kept going faster. Few minutes later you were seeing white flashes as you came. Jude grip on your thigh was tight and he didn’t stop his movement in your pussy.

You were at the point where you were getting overstimulated.

“ok ok stop. I’m sensitive.”

Jude chuckled in between your legs. He lifted his head up giving you relief.

He placed a kiss on your tummy Before he came back up to your lips. His kiss was hungry, desperate if I may say. You could taste yourself on his lips making you moan.

“want me to fuck you huh? Want me in that wet pussy hm?”

All you could do is nod. Words couldn’t come to the surface as you watched Jude pull off his boxers and releasing his hard cock.

Jude stroked himself a couple of times. He wrapped his hand around your thigh, he lined up with your entrance.

Slowly he pushed into you stretching your walls. Jude’s eyes stayed on yours as he got deeper and deeper inside of you. You bite back a moan. You were starting to get nervous under his gaze. You both had sex plenty of Times but this time felt different. Maybe it was because of your argument or those days you spent apart from one another, but this felt different.

You creased the nape of Jude’s head. He was fully in you now.

“Can I move?” he asked at a whisper. “yes. Please move.”

Jude’s cock pulled out of you then slamming back into you effortlessly due to how wet you were. At first it felt painful but eventually it spiraled into pleasure.

Your moaned a fuck. Your toes curled at the feeling of him stretching your walls over and over again.

Jude face was now buried in your neck leaving kisses that was sure to leave hickeys.

“Baby you feel so good.”

“Yeah? You Like my cock in your pussy? I love being in this pussy, always so tight fo me.”

Jude lifted his head. A string of curse words left his lips as he drilled into you. You could have swore you were seeing stars. The amount of times he was hitting your g spot was driving you crazy. It sure didn’t help when he put your legs around his waist making a new angle.

You cried(more like screamed) out Jude’s name. You looked down in between you both watching as he entered you at lightning speed.

The burn in your lower stomach was starting to grow more and more as he fucked you harder. You orgasm was approaching.

Jude grunted as he felt your walls tighten around him. “your going to cum baby?”

You nodded.

“use your words.” Jude took your jaw in his face forcing your eyes on him. It made you pulse around him. “I said are you going to cum?”

“Yes.. shit! I’m going to cum. Please let me cum.”

Jude smirked at your pleading. He let go of your jaw and found your clitoris. Fast, he drew circles over it and that was all it took for you to orgasm.

You moaned loud as you threw your head back and arched your back. Jude wasn’t far behind, emptying his load into you.

He pulled out of you, rushing to the connected bathroom to get a towel and wipe you off. When he was done he laid down beside you on the bed.

“im sorry again.”

“jude I know. You’re apologize has been accepted especially since you gave me some orgasms.”

He snorted at your words.

He got up out the bed and began putting his clothes back on.

“my mom is making dinner tonight. You want to come over?”

“fuck yes. I miss your mom.”

Jude rolled his eyes as he pulled up his jeans. “but you miss me more right?”

You sucked in your breath. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

After you and Jude got dressed you both went over to his house. His mom was excited to see you both back together and most importantly the smile on Jude’s face.

At the end of the night you and Jude fell asleep in each other’s arms. It felt so good to be back in your man’s arms.

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