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fantasylandbitch · 11 months ago

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Summary: While Sam lets everyone know it's time for bed she seeks you out in the bathroom wanting to know where you’d like to sleep that night not knowing that you’re in danger. The next day you find yourself being looked after by Tara, Mindy, and Ethan will he take his opportunity to take you and the girls out?

Warning: Long Chapter, Hallucinations, 18+ A Little Spicy 18+, Cussing, Wild Mean Billy Appears, and Super Creepy Ethan.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 Chapter 9 (Chapter 9.5 Coming Soon)

In your frozen state, you try to rationalize how Ghost Face can be in the bathroom with you because you can’t imagine that Sam and the others would have seen him climb through either the window or walk through the front door and not bat an eye at him. But as you stand in front of the mirror trying to rationalize his point of entry, you watch him step out of the shower one foot after the other. But as you stop thinking and start being present in your body you run for the door not even looking back to see how close he is to you in the bathroom. When your hand reaches for the door you find yourself fumbling with the door handle trying to lock and unlock it but it isn’t budging, you start to feel Ghost Face’s presence behind you making your skin crawl and your muscles tense up.

On the other side of the door, Sam can hear you struggling with the door handle, and at first, she was going to chuckle to herself almost finding it funny if it weren’t for how fast the door handle was moving, so she walked up to the bathroom door quickly. “Y/n are you okay?” she asks you through the bathroom door in a tone that is similar to a yell but is low like a whisper. But you don’t respond to her question so Sam starts to get worried while trying to keep her cool, trying not to alarm her family in the living room.

Then Mindy walks by the hallway to get a drink of water when she catches Sam playing with the bathroom door handle.“Everything okay Sam?” Mindy asks her, seeing how Sam looks like she’s almost struggling with the door handle or perhaps pulling a prank on you which she believes is highly unlikely.

As calmly as possible Sam looks over at Mindy and nods at her “Yeah sort of….I-I think Y/n is stuck in the bathroom” she says to her with a distressed look on her face a little similar to when Tara wouldn’t respond to her texts on her whereabouts.

“Oh…OH shit okay” Mindy says to Sam realizing it’s a bit urgent before she quickly walks over to Danny’s bedroom “Hey boy next door. Sam needs your help with the bathroom it’s not opening,” she says as Danny looks up from his bed with a look of concern before getting up to walk over to the bathroom.

“Sam, Samantha what’s wrong?” Danny asks Sam while walking down the hallway but Sam isn’t paying attention to him at the moment because she’s worried about you and he can see that now as he gets closer. He can tell that Sam is worried about what you might be thinking after suffering a traumatic event the other day so he turns around to quickly get his small tool kit from his bedroom so that you can get out and so that Sam doesn’t work herself into a nightmare late at night.

While in the bathroom you eventually turn your back on the door, now sweating and looking at Ghost Face as he takes a step forward and you can feel your heart beating in your ears all the while your breath picks up. You’re starting to think that this is the end for you as you stare back at Ghost Face knowing that you are currently in no condition to be fighting until you remember that he disappeared in the dark in your dream. The thought makes you look death straight in the face before looking at the corner of the mirror and the light switch near the sink. Then you ran over to turn the lights off and before Ghost Face could stab you it was lights out. It’s dark and you are breathing more heavily now, you don’t seem to hear any movement from Ghost Face who was in the bathroom with you a moment ago but that doesn’t mean your fear has lessened. Amid your fearful state, you eventually attempt to pull yourself up from the ground but a sharp pain runs up the left side of your stomach which prevents you from getting up fully. “Damn it,” you say to yourself feeling frustrated that you're unable to pick yourself up until you stop to the sound of the doorknob dropping onto the bathroom floor and then Sam shoving the door open.

“Y/n are you alright?” Sam asks you as she looks around the bathroom for the light switch before spotting it while she snakes her right arm around your waist and then with her left-hand reaches up to switch the light on.

“Yeah I’m fine just panicked a little that's all,” you say to Sam trying to brush off your feelings as she helps you up so that she doesn’t have to worry even though your voice came out shaky and a little aggravated when you went to look up at her in the now-lit bathroom.

All Sam could do was nod in your direction before pulling you closer to her body with her left arm to fully embrace you. Then turning her head she looked over at Danny who was gathering what little tools he used for the door “Sorry about your bathroom door Danny” Sam apologized to her confidant and best friend.

Danny looks up from packing his tools and then smiles at Sam and you, fully accepting his role in Sam’s life before saying “Don’t be I don’t own the apartment. I would be sorry however about not having privacy anymore” he says with a big smile making Sam chuckle a little before packing up the doorknob and making his way back to his room.

But Sam knows when her thoughts bring her back to focus on you. Sam knows better, she knows you didn’t ‘panic a little’ because she heard how your voice was. She saw how frantic you shook the doorknob like you were trying to run away from something and god would she have done anything to get to you quicker as she began to hug you.

“Are you okay?” you ask Sam as you pull away from her to scan her features while seeing those beautiful brows of hers furrow together with worry as her eyes look back at your own. But Sam didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned her face down to kiss you before taking her tongue and dragging it up your lips catching you off guard.

A quiet gasp leaves your mouth as you feel the texture of Sam’s tongue instead of her lips making you lean back to get a good look at her. You watch as Sam starts to smile, you two stay close to each other until you both hear Mindy walking down the hallway while calling your name, and as her footsteps drew closer you and Sam separated from each other.

“Hey Y/n, are you okay?” Mindy asks as she stops to look into the bathroom to see you taking a deep breath before looking over at Sam who had lifted herself up to sit on the bathroom counter making Mindy briefly look down at her water before looking at you.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine. I just-...panicked because the door wouldn’t open but I’m fine now. Thanks for asking.” You say nodding at her as Mindy smiles at you before looking over at Sam and then back at you again as a smirk tugged at her lips.

“Yeah, no problem. If you need a chaperone to the bathroom you know who to call” Mindy jokes causing you to laugh as you held your side while she watched Sam from the corner of her eye smile at your joyful face before walking back to the living room.

After Mindy left and your laughter died down you wiped your eyes before looking over at Sam as you tried to calm down “So” you start as you take a breath “What was the purpose of teasing me? Because that was rude” you told Sam.

“That was for teasing me the other night,” she says smiling at you, giving you a nod before looking at her hands as her smile sort of dropped.

“What?” you questioned “I don’t remember teaseing you the other day” you falsely admitted as you watched Sam’s brows furrow together while looking at her hands still as you walk up to the sink standing between her legs. “Unless you mean…when I did this to you?” you questioned her before sliding your hands over Sam’s jeaned thighs and sliding her closer to the edge of the bathroom counter, biting your lip a little as you did so. Sam let out a shaky breath as you slid her closer to yourself making her clasp her hands over yours. With a smile pulling at your lips there is a small voice at the back of your head telling you something. ‘It’s a little too soon to be this bold around her don’t you think? You don’t want to look desperate for her, do you?’ it says trying to upset you.

The voice almost wins as it makes you hesitate for a second before you follow through. You look up only to find Sam staring at you with a sultry gaze, a look you never thought you would ever find yourself getting from the taller brunette as the voice in your head disappears. Sam is looking down at you not only with a lustful gaze that would have you slowly undressing in front of her if Ghost Face wasn’t on the loose but with something much darker looking back at you on the surface of her pupils. Whatever it is it certainly looks back into your own and it has you in a trance.

Sam looks into your eyes and sees desire and love all at the same time but she can also sense something in your pupils as well. Because much like her own, the dark figure looking out the windows of her soul she can see a figure hiding in the far back of yours. It seems shy or maybe it’s still manifesting or perhaps it just isn’t ready to show itself yet but it certainly dares itself to look up, making Sam a little wanderlust as she slowly leans her head down. However, before Sam could capture your lips her gaze quickly moves to the hallway like a predator sensing danger as she sees something move behind the wall in the living room before closing the bathroom door with her foot.

After the door is shut Sam finds herself in a heated kiss with you except this time it's in Danny’s apartment where you are safe in her care and she has you all to herself. Sam slowly removes her hands from your own and then runs her fingers through your hair massaging your scalp before pulling your face closer to hers as she kisses you feverishly eventually getting off the counter and backing you into the wall. You let out a light whine making Sam stop for a second before you shook your head pulling her body closer into your own and saying in between kisses “I’m fine.”

Then you stretch your hand to retrieve a rag from the towel rack as Sam starts turning your back to the counter as she kisses down your jawline lightly pulling your waist into her body again. The action makes you giggle as you stuff the hole where the doorknob used to be for what little privacy you both can get before you get up on the bathroom counter where you start to feel Sam kissing down your neck. She makes you moan lightly the sound reaching her ears as you wrap your right leg around her backside, keeping her close, your right hand carding through her hair while your left hand roams her back as you stay upright. She can’t help but kiss your neck and then your shoulder more aggressively as she closes her eyes in her attempt to refrain from wanting to desperately mark you as hers to let Ethan know who you belong to in this mess of hers with Ghost Face.

Because Sam had noticed before all of this. Before Ghost Face decided to rear his ugly head. Before she saw you differently as you softly broke down her walls turning them slowly but quietly into barriers for her to use. For Sam, it was one thing to notice that you weren’t necessarily a threat to her and her family but it was most certainly another thing that after meeting you once that the next time she saw you, Ethan and Quinn were seemingly all over you. Like moths to a flame. Sam couldn’t care less about Quinn coming on to you because Quinn is a gleefully hedonistic person, looking to experience and enjoy herself as much as she can while you on the other hand seems more like someone who values knowing the deeper aspects of a person and therefore more reserved to which Sam knows first hand. She knows Quinn would be quite overwhelming for someone like you.

But when Ethan would talk to you, she would notice. She would notice how awkward he is around you but can still talk to you in small doses while his eyes would sometimes linger a little too long at your e/c ones or your lips on occasion. She remembers trying to engage you in an innocent conversation about what you would like from Dunkin and caught him staring for too long at your lips or how he watched your eyes as he flexed what little muscles he gained at the gym to try to swoon you. But Sam saw you, she saw that you would look away from him because prolonged eye contact made you uncomfortable or how you would innocently lift up the sleeve of your t-shirt to compare your gains and not bat a single eye at his muscles, but on the off chance that you did, she would know it was out of admiration, not interest.

“Ah, Sam fuc-” were the words that fell out of your mouth, pulling Sam from her thoughts as she realized that while ruminating her right hand traveled to your inner thigh rubbing your pussy through your pants with her middle and ring finger while her left hand stayed on your left thigh playing with the fabric. Sam felt like she was being overly possessive as she peered at you, she kept rubbing and hearing the muffled lewd sounds that dripped from your lips as you buried your face in her shoulder. As much as Sam wanted to take you right there in the bathroom this wasn’t how she wanted your first time with her to be, no, she wanted you in her room healed up and screaming her name as she whispered sweet praises into your ear from how well you're taking her.

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart but now isn’t the time to be caught with your pants down” Sam heard a familiar deep voice as she instinctively bit into your shoulder causing you to groan before she opened her eyes to look at the mirror. There standing in the mirror was him, her father, Billy Loomis.

Sam at first tries to pay him no mind as she removes her hands from your thighs and crotch before placing them at your sides so she can lean the side of her face against yours feeling the heated skin that she created. Then she heard you starting to laugh against her.

“Why’d you stop?” you whined softly into her ear as you tried to cool down and catch your breath, you felt Sam’s skin rubbing against your own as your brain slowly caught on to the question you asked her.

“It’s because of Ghos-” Sam started before you interrupted her, feeling your face move against hers as she saw you nod while your noses touched before she looked into your eyes like you two were the only people in the apartment. For a moment she feels at ease knowing that you haven’t been able to recall what you went through the night before because she can still hear your screams from the video he sent her, how your voice echoed with pain because you were wounded, and how the utter regret reverberated in her ears a reminder of the last conversation you shared with her. Sam hates that when someone she loves or she’s involved with in some way gets hurt by Ghost Face, she immediately blames herself. The thought brings up the old feelings of her wanting to run away from what's good for her and it almost makes her want to retreat into herself but you stop her.

If this was any other day you would know to give her time before you ask if she was hungry or if she needed extra time alone or ask her to text you when she was ready but this was different. You can tell she is starting to fall into the pool of lies you can only imagine what Sam tells herself the morning she wakes up and the moment she goes to sleep. With your hands you reach for Sam’s face “Look at me” you tell her as she looks up at you just an inch her hair falling just a little bit into her face “You are not your thoughts” you voice, as you move her hair out of the way and behind her ear. “You are not the lies that the media portray you as,” you say to her as you rub her cheekbones with the pads of your thumbs as you stare at her lips “And..” you trail off trying to find your next words.

Sam watches you as she feels the pads of your thumbs gently touch the skin of her cheekbones rubbing them still in your distracted state as she can’t help but look at your eyes and then at your perfect lips.

“You are Samantha first,” you say to her in a whisper hoping she doesn’t see how stupid in love you are with her before you feel Sam lean in to give you a slow and deep kiss similar to when she first kissed you outside by your car earlier. Then you feel her hands cup your jawline her thumbs placed just before your ears as she leans more into your body just a tad making you clasp your hands over hers as you both love each other in silence.

“To think the homos of today would be this dramatic” Sam hears her father’s voice in the background and she can’t help but spite him by kissing you just a little bit longer than she planned to but it wasn’t like you were complaining. She could tell that you were addicted to her because every time she wanted to pull away your lips were pursuing hers like she would disappear. The thought made her heart ache just a little before you slowly pulled your lips away from her own and she almost gave in to you, your lips, she wanted to chase your lips but instead, her lips hovered over your own.

“Where do you want to sleep tonight?” Sam asked you in a whisper as her lips continued to hover over the pillows of your own having a craving for them but with her father’s presence in the background she felt a bit mad and a little vulnerable. But she doesn’t want to tell you about her feelings just yet because as much as she cares for you she isn’t ready to tell you about her father.

‘Your bed’ you thought to yourself feeling a little drunk from kissing Sam before you removed your hands from hers and got off the counter with her help. Then you smiled up at her as you started to rub her stomach with your hand eventually getting lost underneath her shirt “If it's okay with you can I take the couch? Because I think I might have trouble getting off the floor” you asked Sam.

She shivers at your fingertips lightly touching her stomach and then slowly nods “You don’t need to ask but that would also make sense for you because of your….” she trailed off as she looked down at your left side. “I’ll see you in the living room,” Sam says to you smiling before kissing your forehead making you lean into her lips, closing your eyes in the process, and then Sam watched as you opened the door to leave. She takes a deep breath feeling a little lightheaded from kissing you as she smiles to herself alone before she hears her father clear his throat making her clench her teeth.

“Sam I think you need to start getting your head right,” Billy says annoyed that his daughter is so in love at the moment before seeing her walk over to the mirror with a scowl. “Don’t look at me like that, if you want to protect your new toy and your family you're going to have to think straight if you can even do that.”

Sam scoffed at the mirror “Y/N IS NOT….a toy” Sam says lowering her voice just in case her family is asleep and that you don’t go looking for her in the bathroom. She sighs thinking about everything that has happened so far between Ghost Face attacking her and her sister at the bodega, the attack at the apartment almost losing Anika, almost losing Gale, and nearly losing you right after. Sam rubs her face in frustration before placing her hands on the counter thinking something is amiss like a word that is at the tip of her tongue or a phrase but neither is coming to the surface.

Billy notices this. He notices his daughter’s thoughts and it gets him thinking as he looks down at her zeroing in on her skull then it dawns on him at the same time as Sam causing her to look up. “That's right Sam use that brain of yours,” he says as he starts to nod a smirk slowly developing across his face “Based on your conversation with Y/n…really think about who the killer might be in your group and then…Take.Them.Out” and the moment he said those three words Sam gave Billy a stare half of it was her being a Loomis determined to kill and the other the Sam you told her to put first.

Then Sam walks out of the bathroom, turns off the lights, and then walks down the hallway to the living room fixing her top as she goes. As she gets closer to the living room she finds everyone sleeping in their usual spots. The boys Ethan and Chad are sleeping near the window, Mindy is sleeping at one end of the couch, Tara is sleeping not far from Mindy, and then you, the new addition to the couch, are sleeping. But before Sam could join you and her family in the living room Sam did her usual routine.

She made sure all of the windows were locked picking them up to make sure they wouldn’t open before walking over to the front door to make sure that the locks were secured enough that it wouldn’t open suddenly while everyone was asleep. After making sure everything was secured Sam finally enters the living room fully, hearing soft snores and slight hums of those asleep before finding the sweetest scene. There lay Tara and Mindy with their hands linked to your own as you lay comfortably across the couch your wounded side to the ceiling with your shirt slightly lifted from moving in your sleep and the sight made Sam get her phone so that she can take a photo of you three. Soon after, Sam puts her phone as well as your own on a charger before laying down next to her sister but not before she turns off the mini light near Mindy’s head “Goodnight guys” Sam says in a whisper making sure to kiss yours and Tara's foreheads before lights out.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of Babadook playing on the TV screen and along with it the sound of someone beginning to sit down in front of you. You had felt their hair tickle your face before it was quickly removed almost making you sneeze as you moved your hand to press the tip of your nose to prevent yourself from spreading germs. But you also got a whiff of something sweet and nutty with a hint of vanilla a subtle shampoo scent that you knew belonged to Tara. “Deranged women who worship the Baba that dooks. What possessed you to watch that movie in my presence?” you asked in an old raspy woman voice that made your best friend laugh so hard that you were afraid that she might just need her inhaler or worse a rush to the hospital.

But soon you hear Tara’s laugh slowly turn into giggles, a sound you haven’t heard in a while since your friendship started to dissolve the moment she first took a shot in front of you before you hear her take a deep breath in. “I wasn’t possessed to watch Babadook doofus, you should know that better than anyone,” Tara says to you as she adjusts her seating position on the floor in front of you before she asks you a question. “Y/n could you pass me two pillows?” before she heard you make a humming sound in agreement as your hand searched for the two pillows she asked for.

“Where is everyone by the way?” you asked Tara as you gave her one pillow for her to sit on while looking around the room when you spotted Ethan in the kitchen making a sandwich on the island. You watched how he was holding the kitchen knife cutting a tomato slow and deliberately and how something about the way he was cutting seemed oddly familiar to you causing you to furrow your bows in question. Then you found another pillow for Tara to lean her back on “Lean forward for me?” you asked Tara as you saw your best friend lean forward so you could place the pillow down behind her back. “I thought you would have gone with your sister considering…well everything you both are going through at the moment,” you say with careful consideration as you look at the back of Tara’s head before trying to get up from the couch without help.

“Well, Sam, Danny, and Chad went out to get food from the store leaving me, Mindy, and Ethan to watch over you. Here’s the sticky note…even though she could have just texted me” Tara says with a huff as you hum again before she turns around to give you the sticky note for evidence and for you to read yourself. Upon reading the note you find it to be a little odd considering that Ghost Face is a crafty bastard. But knowing that Danny has an apartment full of people residing in it, it would make sense that they would go out as a group to go shopping for food and to be extra safe.

You sigh after reading the sticky note that Tara gave you as you give yourself time to let the words settle before looking over at your best friend. “At least she left a note of her whereabouts Tara because communication is key plus she's not alone in going grocery shopping she has Chad and Danny with her like you said. We’re stronger in numbers you know” you tell her before you watch Tara release a heavy sigh and then get up to leave the room “Wait where are you going?” you ask.

“I’M GOING TO THE BATHROOM” Tara yelled back at you as she walked down the hallway “GOD MINDY” you hear Tara yell at Mindy through the bathroom door as you tried to refrain from laughing not wanting to rip your stitches open as you hear Mindy say something back to her but its muffled and you can clearly hear water running in the background.

While all of this is happening, you trying your best to refrain from laughing, Tara waiting to use the bathroom, and Mindy just taking a shower, you don’t notice that Ethan is staring at you from the island. He watches intently at how your body reacts to laughing and listens to the sounds of your laughter before his eyes catch the bite on your shoulder. With the knife in his hand, he cuts open a piece of bread next to him but he cuts it slowly so as to not draw attention to himself as he could only imagine how you got the bite mark the night before.

His grip on the knife tightens as he remembers how he watched you glide your hands slowly over Sam’s thighs pulling her closer to the edge of the counter and how the action left a smile on your face. ‘How bold of you’ he thought to himself as he licked his lips behind the wall and felt himself get a little hard at the sight of your hands and thinking of what you could possibly do to him. Then he saw how Sam looked down at you like a starved animal ready to consume, a feeling he knows all too well while looking at you sometimes until he hid behind the wall before coming back to reality when the knife cut his thumb.

Then he heard you get up slowly from the couch hearing you groan, making him look up at you before he quickly looked down at what he was doing. In his peripherals, he saw that you stopped to watch Tara probably enter the bathroom because he heard Mindy grant her access before he watched you from the corner of his eye enter the kitchen making him look up as he licked his thumb while checking you out.

When you walked into the kitchen you felt like someone was watching you so you turned to look and you saw Ethan looking down at the sandwich he was making so you gave him a quick look over. After that you walk around him to get the package of bread beside his arm and then a knife from the drawer behind him. But as you did so you felt yourself getting anxious so you tried to calm yourself down with some breathing exercises and took your time to walk over to your counter not far from him until you felt your skin crawl and your body start to tense up.

Behind you, Ethan takes a quiet step back from the island with the kitchen knife in his right hand as he studies your body, licking his lips as he quietly takes a step forward toward you. ‘It's too bad Y/n, we could have made a killer couple’ he thought to himself, a smile growing on his face as he got excited to try and hurt you for the second time, except this time.

This time he’s really going to stab you.

Ethan brings his right hand up ready to stab you in the back hoping to get the same fearful reaction from you like last time but he was so wrong. When he brought the knife down on you, you quickly turned around with a frightened expression on your face briefly before anger suddenly washed over you, becoming someone else in front of him. You brought your hand up to catch the wrist that holds the knife. Then you use your other hand holding the knife you were going to use for your breakfast, shoving it up and forward toward Ethan’s oblique but he caught your hand moving just in time to catch your right wrist with his left hand.

His eyes widened for a second before he smiled wildly in front of you because he didn’t realize how the file his overseer showed him pertaining to you was true and he loved how you had the look of a potential serial killer in your eyes. He was in love with the way you looked, angry and lustful to spill his blood. But as much as he loved the way you looked at him, he did take offense at your attempt to return the favor of trying to stab him back so he dropped the knife that he was holding in his right hand and reached down to grab your wrist. After doing so, he slides his left leg back throwing you to the floor behind him causing you to grunt in slight pain, and as you go to get up Ethan approaches you from behind to stab you with the knife that was already in your hand. A struggle ensues Ethan is pulling the knife in your hand and forcing it backward the blade aiming for your throat but he doesn’t get very far because you end up head-butting him causing the knife to nick the right side of your jawline.

Ethan staggers back onto the counter before watching you slowly get up from the ground even though he loves the sight in front of him, watching you as you stretch your back just a little bit before turning around to face him. He doesn’t anticipate you throwing the knife at his crotch causing him to hop onto the counter at the last second as he let out an evil chuckle, closing his eyes for a moment. ‘I love it when my prey wants to play with me. If only you can play with me in other ways Y/n’ Ethan thought to himself. That was his mistake because when he opened his eyes next, you had the kitchen knife in your hand and you sliced upward cutting part of his stomach and his chest causing him to slide off the counter. He hit the floor as he groaned in pain. You slowly turn to your right to face Ethan on the ground, tilting your head just a tad, your eyes and face devoid of any emotion as you watch him struggle to get up from the floor. You watch as Ethan reaches for the island, slowly pulling himself up, you give him a chance to taste a bit of hope before thinking about snuffing it out. When Ethan is on his two feet he turns around to face you and even though he has some height on you and strength he’s now concerned for his safety as you approach him.

“Y/n let's talk about this,” Ethan says with a shaky voice trying to break you out of your emotionless state but he can’t, your eyes were on him like a dog locked on their prey ready to tear them apart so it caught him by surprised once again when you lunged at him with the kitchen knife. You aimed for his chest but he caught your wrists before you could do any more damage to him so now you both struggle against one another's strength even though Ethan can see the knife getting closer to his chest. Unknowest to you however Ethan hears the sound of keys going into the door causing him to smile as he stalls for a moment trying to make work of his own strength against your own for a little while longer. Then as he heard the door open and saw Chad about to walk through the door, Ethan directs the knife in your hand to cut his right forearm before screaming and falling to the living room floor.

Ethan’s scream catches Chad’s attention as he looks up briefly to look at you not seeing the knife before pushing the door open “WHOAH WHOAH!” he says aloud as he runs into the apartment causing Sam to push past Danny to see what is happening putting the grocery bags down on the island before walking over to you.

“Y/N? What happened?” Sam asked you as she walked in front of the island trying to get your attention, then she caught sight of the kitchen knife in your hand before looking over at Ethan seeing blood on his chest and forearm. But the lacerations even though they were big, they weren't big enough for her to care at the moment as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

“What the fuck happened?” Mindy says standing at the entrance of the hallway fully clothed with Tara walking up beside her as both girls looked at the scene in front of them seeing Sam near you, Chad hunched over Ethan, and Danny near the couch with whatever medical supplies he had in the apartment.

“I wasn’t even in the bathroom for that long. What exactly happened while I was away?” Tara questions aloud before walking over to Sam with Mindy trailing behind her and as she got closer to her older sister she looked over to see Chad getting up before becoming confrontational.

“Chad wait!” Sam yells at Chad as she quickly walks in front of you to shield you while Tara and Mindy step in front of her to stop Chad in his tracks. The confrontation causes Sam to give Chad the sternest stare while you back up into the counter behind you, eyes focused on Ethan.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N?” Chad yells at you as he puffs up his chest stopping in his tracks near Tara and Mindy “First you hit him over the head at your apartment and now attempted murder?!” he spewed at you.

The accusation made Sam speak up “We don’t know that yet Chad now back off” Sam said sternly as she gave Danny a look to keep Chad at bay before turning her back to check on you but when she turned around she saw that you were backed up into the corner of the kitchen like a scared animal starting to tear up and visibly shaking in front of her. “Y/n, hand me the knife,” she asked you calmly as she slowly walked over to you with her hands up letting you know that she meant no harm to you but you shook your head as you stared at Ethan.

“Ethan. Explain yourself, what happened here?” Mindy asks him as she let her arms down for a minute before looking at her brother, briefly pointing at him, “Not a single word out of you” she says with an equally stern look occpanied by her stong voice.

“You can’t be serious!” he says exasperated as he slowly gets up from the floor with Chad’s help while looking at Mindy “I was making a sandwich on the island cutting up some vegetables and then after Tara left to go use the bathroom Y/n walked over to the counter to make herself a sandwich.” He says with tears in his eyes as he looks almost frightened “Then Y/n grabbed the bag of bread from the island and when I went to grab it back she tried to kill me” he says next as he wipes his eyes before staring at you causing Mindy to snap her fingers at him to focus on her.

After Ethan explained what he thought happened, Sam still kept her eyes on you not even looking back to acknowledge what Ethan was saying because she wanted to stay focused on you. You had gone through such a traumatic experience not that long ago and just like her little sister she wants to make sure that you are okay, even though her father's voice is telling her to keep you at arm's length when her heart is telling her to keep you close. But Sam shook her head before stepping into your view, blocking you from seeing Ethan as she watched your breathing go from erratic and slow to a calming breathing pace “That’s it Y/n, you’re doing great” she encouraged you in a whisper. Then Sam brought her hand slowly over your own that is holding the knife seeing as you grabbed the knife so tightly that your knuckles had turned white as she tried to further coax you out of letting the knife go. “Y/n, I need you to look at me. You are safe, now please let the knife go” Sam says to you in a low voice that causes you to look up at her brown orbs, and for a moment she sees you take a slow sigh of relief as you let go of the knife.

After Sam took the knife from you, you closed your eyes as soon as you felt Sam start to wipe the tears from your eyes before placing the knife on the side of the sink and wetting a napkin to use to clean the wound on your jawline. “Mmm,” you hummed in pain as you tried to move your face away from Sam’s hand before stopping yourself and sucking it up so that she can quickly clean up the blood on the side of your face. But at some point Sam stopped and then walked over to Danny’s junk drawer for a pack of band-aids so she could put one on you and when she did you looked away from her.

“What’s your story Y/n?” Sam asked you as she took the plastic wings off the sides of the bandaid that would stick to your skin as she gently placed the bandaid on your face before gently tapping the bandaid to make sure it was secured before asking you again “What happened while I was away?”

“I-” you started as your eyes started to drift to Ethan’s figure making Sam step into your view again and she watched as you took a deep breath while wringing your hands together “I don’t know. One moment I was in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich and the next..” You got quiet for a moment thinking about what had happened, something Sam took a mental note of as she saw the cogs in your head moving, watching your brows furrow in thought. “I was holding the kitchen knife and he was on the floor screaming,” you told Sam and she nodded at your answer before she noticed that you were staring at her eyes a little while longer.

From the look of your eyes, Sam could tell that you were leaving details out or at the very least trying to let her know that you did in fact remember something that happened to you two nights ago. Because Sam knows that you don’t like making eye contact for long periods of time with the exception of her and her family so she places her hands over your own in awareness. “Let’s talk somewhere privately after, okay?” Sam says to you at a volume that only you can hear before squeezing your hand.

You squeeze her hand back as a silent agreement before your hands part from one another. The lack of contact makes Sam take a deep breath as she turns around to walk into the living room until she catches a knife sticking out of one of the spare cabinets that Danny has. Sam quickly bent down to get the knife but she had to give it a few tugs before it came out so when she fully had the mini knife in her hand she looked at it before looking at Ethan. ‘What exactly did you do?’ She thought to herself before placing the knife down on the island before proceeding to walk into the living room making Tara and Mindy turn their heads eventually having a group conversation.

You on the other hand kept your distance from your friends who occupied the living room except for Danny as he made his way over to the kitchen in front of you. “I’m sorry about the cabinet Danny” you apologize to him in a soft voice but he just shakes his head before clearing his throat.

“As long as you are safe like everyone else..minus perhaps um that Ethan boy behind me” he says the last part in a whisper trying to lighten the mood for you before nodding his head gently with a smile “I wouldn’t worry about the cabinet door Y/n.” He reassures you before picking up the mini knife, bringing it over to the sink and then gently nudging you with his shoulder making you smile before cleaning some dishes.

Then you catch something moving to the right of your peripherals making you look past Danny and near the front door. Your eyes widen at the sight, your mouth agape.

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I want to thank a few people in my life who helped me with the knife scene. My dad for trying to show me how to defend myself against someone who has a knife and my little brother for being a weapon nut and choreographing the knife fight with me scene in our kitchen on Thanksgiving. I would also like to thank @alkivm and my older sister for helping me figure out how to reword and better describe the different values and personalities between Quinn and Y/n.

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Yoontopia Chapter 8.5 { Unpacking Desires }

⟡ Warnings: Smut, angst, Sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, making out, overstimulation, grinding (orgasm in clothing), teasing, Dom!Yoongi, Sub!OC, pet names, use of the name 'daddy', slight Exhibitionism (In front of window with curtains open and cracked open), Strong language, depression, mental health issues, references to self harm, risky behavior, spanking, biting.

⟡ 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

⟡ Best friend's older brother x OC

⟡ Summary: After packing up to move Both Violet and Yoongi need a shower but what happens when she asks him to wash her hair again after so long. They both see parts of each other they haven't seen.

⟡ 8.4k words

Yoongi Pov:

We spent the rest of the morning to midafternoon not only bickering about what is to go and what is to stay, but joking around like the old days. With her only in those tiny shorts and sport bra just made me wanna do unspeakable things that push more boundaries than imaginable. She's currently in the shower not a bath for once and here I'm waiting in her room like a puppy begging for their owner to come out. I can hear her music lightly playing and her voice lightly singing along with the water making it feel even more serene. It's not a fast paced song like she normally has on her playlist. What's this playlist cause' I need it. The way her voice sounds is taking me to my utopia. Won't hurt to unlock it for a second right? She's in my utopia, our utopia I like to think. when we're in my bed the silk sheets draping over us under those fucking stars, her own constellations shining back at me.

She's on top of me her knees on either side of me caging me, in nothing but my t-shirt and those purple fucking panties all those years ago. They still have a chokehold over me. My hands placed on her upper thighs, my thumb in the crease of her hip and thigh. Fuck.

My head hits the wall behind me as I wait for her to beckon me inside that bathroom. I know it's coming, she knows it's coming but when? I have no clue.

Her body makes me weak as I move my hands closer to her most intimate spots. She lets out a breathy moan as I kiss on her neck. My hand finds it way closer to my sweats. I want to feel something. No, her.

Lightly rubbing my thumb up and down over my sweats, my semi hard cock aching for some relief I can't give it, not yet at least. Fuck. I need to chain it up forever. Haven't I learned yet? My utopia is brings out things in me, and right now I can't be having a fucking semi hard on waiting for Vi to call me into that bathroom. Just a little more won't do no harm. Right?

She pulls my hand away from her thigh and moves it up onto her chest. Her breasts not only feels like the softest skin I've ever touched, she is the silk sheets I've slept with all these years. I lean in and start at her collarbone kissing down slowly. Every motion is calculated, as I distract her mind as I move my other hand to her panties tug them to the side. She moans my name as I do "Yoongi." it's so breathy which only feeds my inner demons. My mouth released admiring my work the purple mark I left on my purple girl. "What have I said baby? It's not Yoongi, It's Sir to you." giving her chin a tap "Come on say it, baby." encouraging her as my thumb slowly starts rubbing circles taking her to another world in our own place we have built. She's soaking and it's all for me. "Say it pretty, or I'll stop. You don't want that do you?" rubbing a little faster we haven't taken our eyes from each other. She arches a little in my lap. My other hand lets go of her breast and lands right on her ass to keep in place she ain't goin' nowhere she's mine. Rubbing faster, I feel her get so soaked that my hand is covered. I stop she wines. "I told you." and she opens her mouth to say it "S-"

"Yoongi! You can come in." Fuck.

I went too far in my utopia. She takes me to those places and in the worst of times. No, I walk right into it myself. She is just there waiting for me. Looking down at myself, my hand is on my semi hard little wet patch on my pants. Am I embarrassed? Hell no, why would I? I'm a man and have my own fantasies I need fulfilled, was not the best moment but with her there is no wrong moment when I let myself indulge. "Are you sure Vi?" I hear her turn off the music and yell overtop the water. "Yes! Please, it's been forever since you washed my hair."

Normally she's in the bath covered in those heavenly vanilla bubbles that make her smell like the Vi I know, her vanilla mixing with my musky warm vanilla. But a shower? there will be nothing covering her. My eyes will get to look at how the suds will run down her back into the drain covering her body. Soapy. Slippery. Soft.

The letter 'S' will be the end of me before I even make it to the letter 'V'. Maybe I need to learn the alphabet backwards cause’ she has already ended me without trying.

"Okay, I'm coming!" trying to think of something that will make me not have a hard on mhm. Hans saying "dick too good." Yep disgusting, last thing I want in my mind. Jin and Hobi on the couch ass naked, where I sit. Good another to make me less hard. "Are you coming?" she is yelling for me, looking down at myself as good as it's gonna get.

Stepping forward the weight of my legs feels like two tons attached to my body dragging me to my death. She is behind that door with the lights off, just a few candles lit, a clear shower wall, in nothing but a swimsuit. She begged after all the hard work of packing to wash her hair to "feel comfort" and if she makes the joke like she used to about calling me daddy, it's over for me.

It's been years since I've snuck into this same bathroom to wash her hair, with my sister in another room. This time there is no sneaking, her bedroom door is wide open to an empty apartment. With her yelling for me behind a very thin door that can be heard from every corner of the apartment. My hand, reaching for the door knob turning it lightly hearing the click of the latch releasing, already eating me alive. "Vi turn like when you're in the bath, facing away so I don't get sprayed with water as much as possible." As I step it the lighting from the two candles all I can see is her back the way it curves since when did she wear a two piece swimsuit? Fuck.

This damn bathroom with the candles and her stars on the ceiling is truly a work of art, she is the priceless art in a museum all for me. The steam from the shower is already suffocating me, one more step, Yoongi one more. Once I step in I shut the door behind me and all I can see is her back, ass, god those thighs. Running my tongue ring against my teeth. Her head is leaning into the water, reaching her hand up to run through her hair, all I can do is road map her body adding little stars in my mind I want to explore, she is one big star in my mind at this point.

Her hair running over her shoulder, water flowing down, her tiny bow in the middle of her back, right above her ribs, a little birthmark placed across the top of her left side, I've never seen. As she turns a little into the water I feel like I'm a damn voyeur, it feels so wrong but so good to see her like this. So much for my tricks to get my semi hard gone. "Yoon how about you just get in?"

"Huh?" Did I hear that right she is inviting me into her shower? The tub was always pushing limits, the shower? Yeah it's running them over with a truck. Border patrol where are you when I need you. "You heard me just get in your boxers or grab basketball shorts. Instead of trying to not get soaked."

I wanna make you soaked more than that little shower can do. No, reel yourself the fuck in Min Yoongi.

My two options are get in my boxers with a semi hard, tell her not to turn in my direction at all the sweats are barely hiding with my hand in my pocket pulling the fabric away from my dick, let alone the fucking wet spot I gave myself is still drying. The second option is tell her no and hide behind her like every other time I washed her hair and get the fuck out as quickly as I can and relieve myself in the other bathroom.

My mind is screaming number one. I'd be the closest I've ever been to her seeing her body up close. The lighting isn't in my favor to see her fully from this far. Option one it is.

Lowering my voice to my raspy voice I know that gets every girl, will it affect her the same way? "Okay, but and I mean it, Violet Rose do not turn around at any point once I undress. Got it?" She automatically straightened her posture under the water flowing over her. "Yes, Yoongi."

"Good girl." Am I really gonna do this? I can't believe myself right now. She is mine at this moment, I'm hers. Always will be. I look down at my sweats. What am I? A teenager boy that can't control his fucking dick with his first crush? I guess she makes me resort to a fucking teenager boy who can't even control his body, I feel like I could bust and I'm not even doing anything, not even fully hard trying to suppress it as much as I can. Fuck it.

Pulling my socks off one by one, throwing them on the floor on top of her shirt she wore to cover herself before getting in. Hooking my thumbs on the waistband of my sweats dragging them down looking down at my black Calvin Klein boxers that hit little above mid thigh. I can see the damage I did in the past to my body only the deep scars that haunt me every time I look down.

My shirt is the last thing I would rather not remove, the deepest, most painful scar on my body. If she sees it I wouldn't know how to explain it at not yet. Jin only saw it when I got too shitfaced and he had to shower me off. I need to figure out a way and fast if she asks.

Gulping hard as I tug on the corner of my shirt pulling it off my body, looking in the mirror I see the body I hide from everyone behind the baggy shirts. My inner upper biceps have a few deep scars from when I ran out of space. She wouldn't think this is hot let alone sexy. I may have soft abs and muscle but that doesn't make up for what's edged into my skin. Clothes really do hide how often I find myself in the gym. My chains are around my neck never taking them off, one a thin chain, and the other a little thicker layered on top of each other. They really did pick the best set of chains for me.

"Are you coming?" She adds an emphasis on the 'ing' one more look at myself. If she sees then she sees and there's no denying my body let alone my attraction towards the women in front of me. "Patience, you need to learn patience. Do I need to teach it to you princess?" She crosses her arms over her chest. I wish I had the front view so damn bad, but that would just expose me.

Taking one more look at myself in the mirror under this dim lighting even if she does turn around for some reason the light barely makes it to the shower, and she shouldn't be looking down at my dick for any reason. Looking over at her under the water it's a dream I must've gone crazy, yeah that's it I'm in my utopia. It has to be the only logical situation and even that is a stretch.

Wait, I've never showered with anyone. She also was the first girl I ever slept in bed with, something so mundane yet it's so heavy on my chest. It's different with her, everything is. This shower has more meaning to me than her probably. Granted we're both in some sort of clothing, but still. She's the first girl I let in this bubble let alone be this close to me in such a way. A thousand butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach, this all feels too intimate, it feels so right though.

My legs start to move on their own, her shower has a glass wall that runs half to the end and stops, the way the steam is filling the top of this whole bathroom filling my lungs like a cig. It's thick, warm, everything matches the way the smoke fills my lungs. She is giving me the euphoric feeling of the first hit, over and over. I can't get enough. To hell with cigs she is all I need. No more running from her.

As I get to the shower wall my hand touches the glass for some sort of comfort, reining in another side of myself as I see under her ribs meeting her under boob a small tattoo I wouldn't have ever seen otherwise. It is a small writing I can't make out the words, there is a koi fish in a manner that by the looks of it missing the pair. I need a closer look, she has a tattoo and it makes me want to see if there is anymore.

"Comin' in, Rules Vi Kay?" She nods her head and turns her body into the water facing away from me, the water running down her chest. "Got it, Yoons." My foot hitting the wet floor it's scolding hot just like how she likes her bath. "Turn the damn water down Vi."

"Oh I forgot I'm sorry!" I see her lift her arm up and turn it to a less of a damn boiling pot of water no wonder it's so fucking steamy in here. Stepping in closer to her there is an aroma of the vanilla body wash. It's filling my senses, she is filling my senses, everything is encompassed with her right now.

The way her body is just lit enough to see her where I was standing before is a dark hole looking into her aura she has around her. Her hand is over her shoulder to the front of her body giving me a full look at her backside. The tiny little bow I wish to just pull with my fingers let it loose, spin her around and see what I have been yearning for. My respect for her is way more than just what I crave.

One step. Two steps.

Meeting her back, my hand finding its way to run my finger down her back "You're stunning, Violet." Her shoulder blade moves after I run my fingers down her placing it on her hip.

"You're just sayin' it Yoon." This voice is so small, weak I hit her soft spot. That's the girl I know all too well. That was too shy to say excuse me to anyone in her way. She may come off like a firecracker to everyone she knows, but to strangers she is different. "I'm not a stranger, Vi. I'm your Yoongi, Yoon, your big fish. Don't be so shy with me." Giving her hip a squeeze it's different feeling her skin, it's silky.

"Remember you have to accept all my compliments Miss. Pineapple." Calling her that to lighten it up even though on the inside I'm losing it right now. She doesn't need to know that though. "Thank you Mr. Pineapple." She laughs a little after saying it. That's my girl.

Looking down, giving myself a full on boner throbbing in my boxers, they're wet now, the outline of my dick is so prominent that even under this lighting one wrong move and she is seeing it. Deep breath, Yoongi. Tapping on her hip doing my habit of grounding, but instead of tapping my fingers to my own I tap her hip, her soft body.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Exhaling out, looking at her hip dips the way they dip at her thighs. I want to do so many things to her. Her ass is so perfectly round, yet has little bit of cellulite on it. It's very minimal, but it's doing things to me. I never liked the normal standards they weren’t for me. Everyone is beautiful in their own way but this woman in front of me is my type, my ecstasy.

Violet Pov:

I can feel his hand on my hip, why did I do this to myself? It's just like with dress shopping. I can feel the tapping against my skin. It feels so good, I wanna lean into it. He can drown me for all I care, take me to hell with him.

He steps a little closer. I hear his feet hit the floor, the water splashing. What really shocks me is when his hand slides its way up, feeling like he is draining everything from within me. "Didn't know you had a tattoo." he lets out a breathy “mhm” after it. Finally letting the air out of my lungs I have been holding in since the moment the started those fucking taps on my hip. "Y-yeah I got a few just hidden."

He wraps both his hands around my stomach. This is the closest we have ever been in the amount of skin to skin touching. I can feel his warm chest, his cold chains, on my back. Leaning into my shoulder that isn't getting hit directly with water. "A scavenger hunt, I like it.” he rasps. He gives me a squeeze. I feel my thighs clench in the way he talks to me. I may be wet from the shower, but other places are already soaked from him.

Bringing his hand up to touch under my ribs where a few are. "Found two, what's my reward princess?"

Biting on my lip, if only he could see I know he would pull my lip away from between my teeth capturing it with his own. "Whatever you want Yoon." I know I cave every time someone puts a little bit of power on me, but with him I trust him to lead the way. Once I hear the metal scrape along his teeth. Fuck, the sound does things to me. It's so simple, it's like damn asmr hitting all the right spots.

"I wanna know the story, wanna see it up close." He squeezes a little, along with a tap from every finger the end of his middle finger is right at the side of my boob. I just want him to grab it, make me his. It's not my choice though.

Push and pull that's what we do. Always have.

"Okay." Lifting my arm up, closing my eyes I said I won't look at him so I won't. "My eyes are closed promise, turning so you can see." As I start to turn, his hand falling off my side, steps back a little, hearing his feet hit the floor, losing his warmth. All I want is his warmth running through my veins, his hands on my body.

My arm is straight up and down so he can see the full tattoo, I feel his hand wrap around my forearm pulling it down and he places it on his shoulder. I feel his skin, his soft skin under the palm of my hand. It's not a fantasy anymore, it's a need. "Lean on me Vi, no need to hold your arm up."

He leans down a little, feeling my arm slightly going down. "I live so I love." He reads it out loud, finger tracing it sending shocks down my body.

"Y-yeah I choose to live so I can love."

"That's beautiful, Vi" the pad of his tub rubs side to side on my tattoo. "Why the koi?"

My koi fish is a white koi with black spots on it with the one on his head being a heart. Thinking of why I fell in love with the small sketch I saw Jk drawing asking why koi and he explained the meaning behind them. It's friendship more than just banana milk, funny enough. He tattooed it on me, learned from his tattoo artist, and wishes his dad would accept it as a job. He knows he never would, so he pushes it down and just says 'Don't know what I wanna do yet.' I hope he gets the courage one day to stand up to him and show him his work. Not even a week later I was in a chair and Jk etching the koi into my skin forever.

"Cause the Koi represents love. Affection. It's the only reason why I'm still on this earth, Yoon. So if I choose to live then I can love, the only thing that makes me feel alive. As for the Koi there is a matching one on the original sketch. It's a black one with a white heart instead. I choose the lighter one since I need a little bitterness in my life to balance me out. They hold my black koi fi-"

As I'm about to finish my sentence he grabs my arm and spins me around to face him. I know if I open my eyes I'm going to be looking at him. I'm a coward, I can't. The water rushing down my back, I didn't even notice my back being cold with him behind me. He taps on my chin "Open your eyes, Violet." he says with the softest voice. Shaking my head no, I can't if I look at him like this I might lose it. Once I open my eyes, if he disappears like he does when I open my eyes from my own escape, my dreams. "No, cause if I open them you'll disappear. Like you always do."

I hear his foot hit the floor with a splash stepping closer. "Since when do I disappear? Mhm tell me, baby." He moves his hand to my cheek rubbing up and down. "In my dreams." Taking his hand away from my face taking a deep breath, so warm on me. We're so close I didn't even realize.

"Hold your pinky up." He says it in such a deep rasp, it makes me melt. The butterflies erupt over and over since I heard his first foot step into the shower. Shakily holding up my pinky I feel his lock with mine. Hearing his lips press against his thumb placing a kiss on his thumb. "I'm gonna count to three and when you open, I'm gonna be here. We're gonna seal the promise. Gotta kiss it, remember?"

Nodding my head, I can't say anything. Words, what are they? Never heard of them.

One. Two. Three.

As I open my eyes he is staring at me with the most intense, deep, breathtaking, lustful eyes I've ever seen. I can't even take into account this is the first time I have ever seen him shirtless. "Gotta kiss it, Vi." Leaning into it to kiss my thumb, as I seal it with a kiss I can't seem to take my eyes off him.

The way his chest is sculpted, his pecks jut out a little bit, his chest bone caving in a little bit. His collar bones are so prominent, the two chains resting on his chest layered. My necklace is on him, in my shower in front of me. He leans his thumb in I see it from my peripheral vision shaking my head and blinking. "Sorry." pressing our thumbs together.

"Pinky"

"Swear"

"See, was that so hard princess?" Nodding my head at him, unable to take my eyes off of him. I see scars on his arms. Wait, he has done it too just like me? Maybe we're both just scared people trying to find our healer, to take it all away. "Y-you." Pointing at one of his scars on his bicep. "Mhm I've been there. I know your pain princess."

"You let me look." My voice comes off as a whisper. "I knew there was no holding back as soon as you asked me to get in with you." He gives me a true smile. One that I know is reserved only for me. I can't help but think "He's so handsome." Oh fuck did I say that out loud? No. No. No.

"Oh yeah? You think I'm handsome? Miss pink cheeks." Reaching to poke at my cheeks and I pull his hand down before he can lock it with mine. "No it's just from the hot shower, but you are handsome Yoon. So fucking handsome." The last three words come out as a whisper.

He takes a step as he does I step back. "Thought we said no more runnin'." He takes another step his knee is between my legs so close, so fucking close.

Leaning in closer next to my ear he whispers "Don't worry I'll always catch you." Giving my hand a tight squeeze. The way he said it makes me clench not only my thighs but feels like my whole body. "So reactive." The metal scraping against his teeth, sending chills through my body in this hot shower. He lets go of my hand placing his hand on my hip turning me to lean on the glass wall, the water is running in between us.

The first time he's been actually under the water his blonde hair drips into his face, pushing it back tilting his head into the water. The way his neck is adorned with the chain I bought him, his adam's apple is so defined when he moves his neck in this direction. As he leans back, his eyes roll back in his head, chest rising taking a deep breath, exhaling it out "Fuck, Vi."

"What Yoon?" Taking another breath, running his hand through his hair one more time. As he lifts his head back down his eyes slowly open locking with mine, they're so intense. He looks down for the first time at my front view, trying to hide my stomach and body with my hands, he pulls them away. "No, let me see Vi. You're gorgeous."

He licks his lips slowly as he sinks in my body, consuming me. "And I thought I was an ass man, you might just convert me." He reaches above him, turning the water head away from us, stepping closer, caging me in his arms. Looking into my eyes with the most serious face I've seen, but there is something more to his look. Lust? His eyes have never looked like this to like he wants to consume every inch of my body. "I need a fix Violet."

"There's no pineapple here." I let out a breathy laugh.

"You are my pineapple." His voice comes out confident, deep.

Not wasting any time he leans in, pressing his lips to mine, letting out a low groan deep in his throat. I feel chills all over my body from no longer having the water running over us, but he is filling me with his warmth. His body is like a heater warning me from within myself.

Our lips are moving in sync, but I feel like I can barely keep up with him. The slight roughness to his lips makes me want to kiss him forever to make his lips so soft that he won't ever need chapstick again. I'll be his chapstick. His hands, finding their way to my hip and upper rib cage giving me a squeeze that's so tight he takes the little air left that's in my lungs. I let out a moan that sounds more of a whimper.

"Fuck I think I just found a new fetish Vi. Your moans from my touch." Digging his fingertips into my skin, making me lean my head back letting out a small moan, for him. "Yoon."

"Yes, baby?"

My head is spinning, my body is throbbing with senses I haven't felt in forever. Meeting his eyes they are hooded filled with hunger. "You've never heard my moans so how would you know the difference between your touch and another." He leans in, pressing his knee making my thighs part he settles into my personal bubble that's all his for the taking. He leans into my ear whispering "Who says I haven't heard you when you're in your bed pleasing yourself baby, bet you have a toy don't you. You're not as quiet as you think." He bites down on my neck, I'm pulsing through my entire body but specifically in one area. "I bet it's pink." Pressing his knee into my pussy harshly rubbing, this time I didn't even have to do anything he was doing it.

Taking the air out of my lungs letting the moan rip through my airway. "Yoongi."

"Oh someone likes my knee, why don't you make yourself cum pretty. I know you want to." I can feel my rib cage moving like a jackhammer up and down, every bone in my body is craving for a release. I have been too focused on me and when everything starts to sink in. He is in my shower only in boxers between my legs telling me to cum for him. No this is a dream, it's one of my fantasies. Yeah that's it.

Feeling a tap under my chin, not even realizing I have been staring into his chest letting my mind consume me with him. "You good Vi?"

Nodding my head, lifting my hand, gesturing my index finger back and forth "This is a dream."

"Oh yeah?" He grabs my hand, pulls it down and I feel his- no I can't be. "Is this in your dreams baby?" His boxers are tight, so fucking tight. I can feel how big he is, how thick he is. He's definitely the biggest I have touched yet I haven't even seen it.

Biting on my bottom lip looking down at his slim waist, the outline of his abs prominent. Since when did he have abs? The thick waistband of his boxers engraved with 'Calvin Klein'. My hand is small compared to his bulge, there is an outline of his head coming from on top of my hand. Everything in me wants to feel him for all that he's worth, make him feel like he has ascended to heaven. I'm not confident enough in my body let alone my actions. "You're the leading role in my dreams Yoon." Looking up at him, giving me a small squeeze, rubbing my thumb up and down. I feel a vein, he pulses a little from my touch. I can't believe I can make him feel like this the way he is reacting.

"Violet if you don't stop, I won't be able to hold back." his voice comes out thick and husky.

"But what if we make each other feel good, Yoon?"

He leans down, locking our lips. It's a quick, but lingering kiss. "You already make feel so fucking good Vi." His hand sliding down my wet body with his fingertips pulling at the top of my bottoms, going in for another kiss it's filled with neediness. "This won't do." He mumbles against my lips, one hand letting go of my body he turns off the water. "Vi when I count to three you're gonna jump."

"Hell no." My automatic response. He can't carry me there is no way in hell he can. I'm fat, it would just embarrass me. I would crawl into a hole and never come out for the rest of my life. He taps on my chin. "I didn't ask." he says sternly.

Taking a step back he pulls me with him. My hands find their way now to my sides as he pulls me. It isn't long until I feel his hands on my upper thighs by my ass "Fuck." it comes out under his breath, it's raspy. It's my new favorite thing. He starts to count off.

"One"

"No you-"

"Two" digging the pads of his fingers in my skin.

"Can't"

"Jump"

He doesn't even give me time and he is pulling up on my ass practically making me accept and jump. My heart is racing a million miles a second. "Yoongi!" Turning to take us out of the shower, he is squeezing so hard on my thighs. How is he carrying me? "How about you get the door baby. My hands are a little full." He kicks the door with his foot. Unwrapping one of my hands leaning down as soon as I unlatch the door his foot is kicking it open hearing loud thud it hitting the wall. "You hurt my wall, you're payin."

"I'll do more than hurt your wall baby, looks like I'm buying the place."

Where did this Yoongi come from? It's thrilling. Exciting. I want to see more. He sits us on the small couch in my room, the curtains are drawn, the window cracked, and I'm on top of my childhood crush. My thighs are on either side of him looking down. I see how I encompass him. "I-I should get off."

"You're not going anywhere until you cum, wanna make you feel good." He has his hands on my upper thighs and in one of my most insecure places is the place where my thighs meet my hips.

"But-"

"But what?"

"The w-window."I stutter out.

"Good they'll get to see how fucking good I make you feel."

He's dirty, so dirty. I never expected this from him. He never showed any side like this to me, but I guess I would have never experienced anything close to this as friends. He pulls on me, making me move back and forth, I can feel myself pulse wanting more.

It's not my hand anymore, but my most private area on his length. He's getting hard with each stroke. So he wasn't even fully hard yet? I'm done for. His underwear and my suit bottom rubbing back and forth together a jolt of pleasure making me moan. I need to feel something. "Yoongi, kiss me." He doesn't waste a second letting one of his hands pull on my lower back making me fall into his chest locking our lips.

His hands making their way to my ass. "Fuck this ass." He says into my mouth pulling me in for more by biting on my bottom lip. He sets the pace with his hands, moaning into his mouth. I’m unable to keep kissing him, it's all too much. The ache in my clit wanting more. More. I feel so needy, like somebody who hasn't came in months. Yet I get myself off daily. "That's it Vi. Use me get yourself off baby." His voice is like no other I want to record for my ‘me time’.

Yoongi is a man of silent actions. I know this, everyone does if they pay attention long enough. But right now this isn't silent, his raspy, deep voice is consuming me. "You're doing so good, baby. I bet your little pussy wants to be filled." He really is after me isn't he?

"Yoongi," moaning out his name into his neck.

"Tell them how good I'm making you feel." He slaps my ass, it makes me jolt forward, I can even feel the point of where his head starts and ends to his length. Fuck what is with these underwear. Unable to hold anything in, I'm constantly moaning into his neck, gripping onto him for dear life.

It all happens so fast, the build up in my stomach, pulsing around nothing adding more to my aching clit wanting release. The feeling of him is taking me to my own heaven like in my dreams. I'm so consumed by him that I don't even realize I'm cumming until I start to shake on him, warmth filling my face, saying his name over and over.

He is still pushing back and forth, adding more overstimulation adding to the mess than I already am. "Yoon." it comes out as a whimper, a cry for more. For him. He groans, after one more grind he cums with the most earth shattering deep, raspy moan. "Violet." squeezing my ass as I'm sprawled out over him. His head is leaned back on the top of the couch, eyes closed, leaning up off his chest I tap on his chin making him look up at me. "Mhm" his lips part and the metal scrapes across his teeth.

Leaning down and locking our lips, as I do he just groans into the kiss squeezing my ass. We move in sync, both breathless but can't stop. When we finally do pull away sliding my thighs to rest more on his knees I look down and see the wet boxers filled with his cum, he isn't embarrassed or anything, just smirks and looks at me "Didn't think I'd cum in my pants ever again."

Looking at him confused. "Again?"

"I was a teen boy once. Secrets baby, now let's go wash that hair of yours" he taps on my knees. "Go heat it up, I'll be in there in a sec." Nodding my head in and pecking his lips one more time before getting up my legs feels like jelly, wobbly as I make my way to the bathroom.

Yoongi Pov:

Slinging my head back against the top of the couch once I hear the water cut on. When was the last time I enjoyed any sexual interaction with a woman, a long fucking time. Yeah I may get off but not like this. I came in my damn underwear like I did when I was a horny teen boy the moment they see any part of a woman. Call me pathetic but she felt so fucking good. I didn't even get the pleasure of seeing her whole body with my own eyes, but every millisecond I was mapping her body. She is the map of my whole fucking world.

"Fucking shit." The way her eyes rolled back when she let go, biting her bottom lip chanting my name over and over like it was the only word she knew. My semi hard could become hard as rock thinking about it again. I'm not a one round typa guy maybe- No Yoongi rein yourself in, aftercare she is the top priority. "You in the shower baby?" Yelling to her.

"Mhm yes!" her voice coming out feathery. I need to get outta these boxers if I'm gonna be in the shower with her again. Standing up feels like a chore. My legs are tense, my left ass cheeks twitching from the high. Walking over to her dresser the bottom drawer is mine, grabbing a new pair of black underwear, throwing it on the bed. Knocking three times on the door that's wide open, can't let habit break now can we? "You don't gotta knock Yoon." She lets out a little laugh that sounds like an angel, my own hell's angel.

"I'ma get new underwear, you need new bottoms so you can clean up?"

"Top drawer can you grab a pair of panties since every other suit is a one piece." I can practically hear the smile on her face. The top drawer? The drawer I'm not allowed in. I'll gladly take a peek. "Top drawer? Huh?" a smirk takes place on my lips.

"No looking to the right!"

"Okay, Okay Vi. I'll be back." I let out a deep laugh, walking out staring at the handle I have never gotten to pull open, the one that's been taunting me. As I slowly pull it open I see so many colorful underwear.

Fucking purple.

Guess this is one of the only colorful pieces of clothing she wears, and I'm more than okay with it. My brain will be now filled with what color she is wearing that day. Picking out a dark purple pair, just one peek. Pulling back a few pairs of the bright colored underwear I see her little friend.

It's pink I fucking knew it.

I smirk thinking about it dipping into her pretty pink pussy that I haven't even seen, the way her head would fall back as she cums, her pillow catching her now will be me catching her. Putting her panties back over her there must be more cause there is space cleared out, she didn't pack this one. Guess she can't hold back from her own mind for less than forty eight hours. Huh. That's fucking hot, was she gonna do when I'm away from her? Sneak into the shower. My mind is running laps thinking about her self indulging.

Walking into the bathroom covering my eyes "Here baby I'm setting them here take those off and clean down there first before putting them on. You better not clean any other part that's my job." from what I can guess, she nods letting out a little hum, I grab a washcloth from under the sink, turn on the sink wetting it a little, stepping out of the bathroom shutting the door to give her privacy.

Ridding myself of my own self, throwing my cum filled underwear in the laundry basket, wiping myself down with the cloth, and putting on new underwear. I take out clothes for both of us after the shower, she is getting my big black t-shirt and some light blue panties. What about pants? Nope I have seen it now I'll witness it whenever I want. As for me I take out a black sweat shirt and some back joggers, and another pair of underwear. Setting both on that sinful couch.

Walking to the door knocking three times "Can I come in?"

"Yeah!" she radiates happiness in her voice.

As I walk in it's still so steamy it fills my lungs, warm and thick air. The weight of what I just did hits me like a ton of bricks. Did I go too far? Did I make her feel like she had to? My steps are heavy walking to the shower rounding the glass wall, my feet making a splash. She turns around and faces me now In those dark purple panties, stepping forward closer to her resting my hands on her hips needing some kind of touch to comfort me. Tapping my fingers one by one on her skin. "Did I go too far? Did I push you? Make you feel like you had to?"

"Woah woah Yoon." She places her hand on my cheek.

"You didn't do anything of the sort. I wanted it, god I wanted it so bad. I have dreamed of you for so long." her voice comes off softly reassuring me

"Promise?" my bottom lip juts out a little as I pull my skin from my lip. This time I'm the one asking for some sort of promise, for relief to know I didn't make her feel any kind of way besides pleasure. She removes her hand holding out her pinky, nodding her head at it. I only remove one hand I need to feel her to keep me grounded. Latching my pinky with hers she places a kiss first on her thumb and as I lean in closing my eyes to kiss mine as soon as my lips hit my thumbs her lips hit my forehead.

Looking up at her, she smiles pressing our thumbs together sealing our promise.

"Pinky"

"Swear"

"God you're perfect Violet." She shakes her head no, squeezing her hip with all my grip she lets out a moan. "Say it. Say you're perfect. The deal, Violet."

"I-I'm perfect." she stutters out. Pulling her closer to me away from the shower running over her, leaning down pecking her lips. "Good girl, such a good girl." Whispering over her lips. Locking our lips one more time biting on her lip she lets out a moan. I don't think I can get enough. She will consume me if she stays. I know it, she already has.

"Now let's wash that hair of yours Miss."

She turns around in my arms, looking down I see her ass, I see my hand prints on her cheeks. Cheeky panties, good pick Yoongi. I smirk. I want my hand printed embedded all over her ass forever. Once they fade they need to be placed right back. She is mine. I'm possessive.

I reach and get a pump of her shampoo "lean your head back baby." my voice comes off softly to her. She leans her head back and I start to massage her head, releasing any pressure that might be occupying her. She lets out a satisfying hum. "You're hands are magic"

"You haven't even seen what all they can do baby" Letting it out a deep, raspy voice. She'll need to get used to it. Yoongi and Sir are two different people. "I think I'll die."

"But aren't we already in hell together?" I run my tongue ring across my teeth.

"Mhm you're right."

Looking around if I'm gonna have to turn her around to wash this, looking to the right she still keeps a fucking cup. "You still keep a cup." I say shocked, but also amused she would still keep it after it being so long.

"Never know when you are gonna pop in again daddy." she laughs. She did not just pull that card right now. I can't take it my dick is hardening, by just the first letter of that word. I reach down and get the cup, filling it with water letting it run down her hair. I'm not gonna give her a reaction, not yet at least. Conditioning her hair, lathering it up making it all nice and silky.

"All done, turn around baby." She slowly turns our eyes meeting as she opens them. "Thank you Yoon." Pulling her into my chest reaching down grabbing a pump of the body wash mhm vanilla, her vanilla. I start to rub the body wash all over her back, rubbing my thumbs into any knots I find, sliding my hands down to her ass, leaning into her ear. "I thought I was daddy. Sweets." Smacking her ass hard. Leaving my mark.

"Mhm Daddy." her voice sounds like honey so sweet and sticky, sticky to all parts of me surrounding me. "That's it baby." Daddy kink girls are for me. She is for me and I'll be her daddy, her Sir, anything she wants from me. "Give Daddy his fix." letting out a low groan afterwards tapping on her chin. "Please?" Oh my god she will be the end of me, sliding my tongue ring across my teeth I never submit let alone say please, but her. She is changing me.

Gripping her ass pulling her up "Please for daddy."

She doesn't waste a second and locks our lips, moving in sync together. She is the needy one this time I'm trying to keep up with her. Her tongue asks for access to my mouth, I allow it. I feel her tongue run across my tongue ring right after she lets out a small whimper into my mouth. Today is something I would have never imagined let alone even where we are today this past few weeks. To know I'm gonna be away from her for months I have now idea how I'm gonna make it.

Savoring the way her lips feel on mine, her body leaning into me, pulling away she lets out an angry whine. Fuck.

"Oh is someone angy?" She nods her head.

"Well that won't do." Going for her neck, attaching my lips, sucking, biting. Leaving my mark on her, she moans my name out. I think I just found my ultimate kink her moaning my name under my touch, the way she reacts to me. I haven’t ever done any sexual act for someone I like let alone love. Call me a fuck boy I'll admit to it gladly, but with her it's different. She's the girl that fills my mind, made my utopia homey, got me through the darkest times of my life without even knowing. She is and will be the only girl that will do this for me.

Even if this does not work out she holds that spot, always will but I'll go to hell and back before I let this go. Letting her go I look at the work of art I made on her. I smirk Admiring the purple and blue mark on her neck with my teeth mark indented into her perfect skin. "You're mine now."

"If you're mine also." We are both just two people wanting someone to call theirs. "I have always been yours, Violet from the day I was born. I waited for you, to meet you even if you weren't even on this earth yet our souls are connected." Pressing a kiss on her forehead. "It was empty until I met you."

Like a red string attached to us pulling us to meet and when we finally met the world lit up with fireworks, colliding our worlds. "Now let's go enjoy our night. Go on love, your clothes are on the bed waiting." I tap on her ass letting her go. "Okay I'll yell when I'm changed."

"You better." She laughs, stepping around me grabbing a towel off the rack, wrapping it around her body, opening the door, walking out, shutting it so I can clean myself up fully.

What the fuck just happened, I can't wrap my brain around it. The water now cold running over my body as I wash my body. I don't wanna rid myself of her. I want her on me forever, scared once she is gone I'll never have her on me again. I can't get wrapped up in my intrusive thoughts. It will happen again, it has to. Right?

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