#until you realised what besties they are and that they should get to kiss actually

[borathae]

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Warnings: Fluff, Smut & Angst, besties it’s the best of all worlds, the beginning has me kicking my feet, the middle part has me on my knees, the ending rips me apart, Rough Dom!Taehyung, sub!Reader, the sex goes from a zero to a hundred real quick, body worshipping, rough jealousy sex, consensual mind control (he tells her to orgasm each time he bites her), biting, blood drinking, blood like there is lots of it jfadj, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he degrades her in a loving way, he calls her good girl & needy girl, he is also really possessive over her jsjs, his huge cock makes an appearance, he fucks her stupid with it, he is legit so rough with her, a full on animal, like besties omfg

Wordcount: 13.6k

a/n: there are no notes, i’m in shambles. be prepared for an emotional rollercoaster

You wake up to Yoongi and Jungkook spooning. Yoongi is holding your hand while his body is cradled against Jungkook’s bigger frame. They are so cute. You stifle a giggle at the view, feeling fuzzy in fondness. Yoongi wakes because of it, fluttering his lids a few times before he finally focuses his gaze on you. He smiles.

“Hm?” he furrows his brows, wiggling once now that he realises in what sort of position he finds himself in.

“Good morning”, you whisper, snickering.

“Morning”, he mumbles and tries to push off Jungkook’s arm. It backfires as Jungkook proceeds to close his arm around him tightly and throw his leg over him, quite literally keeping him in a lock.

“Help”, Yoongi gets out, getting smothered under Jungkook.

The view is so adorable that you can’t help but laugh, shimmying closer until you can kiss his barely visible nose. It is the only thing still sticking out now that Jungkook is squishing Yoongi’s face into the pillow and nuzzles his own face into him. Yoongi wiggles, whining your name.

“You’re so cute”, you say, settling back to gaze at them.

You know that he doesn’t actually need your help. He is stronger than Jungkook and if he actually didn’t want to be snuggled, he would make sure that Jungkook knows. His little whines are just for show.

They manage to wake Jungkook however, who flinches awake. He sits up straight, staring at the wall with widened eyes.

“You okay?” you ask him, watching him blink in confused sleepiness. 

“Mh, hm, mhhm”, he lets out, blinking quickly.

“That's how he wakes up. He's so weird”, Yoongi says. 

“Mhm not weird”, Jungkook gets out as he yawns. He drops back into the pillow and snuggles his nose into Yoongi’s neck as he purrs loudly, draping his limbs back around him.

Yoongi huffs out air and pouts, but stays still otherwise. 

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, petting Jungkook’s lower arm.

“So well”, he mumbles, “did you sleep well too?”

“So good, yeah.”

“Yeah. God Kook, wanna let me go now?” Yoongi asks in a chuckle.

“No. You’re so soft”, Jungkook says, squeezing Yoongi tightly, “you’re like a soft squishy toy.”

“Really? That’s what you wanna go with?” Yoongi asks and pouts, “tzt stupid.”

“You guys are so cute”, you gush.

Jungkook lifts his head, smiling at you with his eyes.

“You are so pretty”, he says.

“I am? But I just woke up.”

“So?”

You fluster, “you’re both sweet talker”, you mumble.

Yoongi chuckles fondly, running his fingers down your temple. Jungkook settles back against Yoongi, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“Should we do something today?” he asks.

“What do you have in mind?” you ask.

“Don’t know. Just do something fun. Like hang out in bed all day or something.”

You snicker, “this does sound like fun, doesn’t it?”

“I would love to, but I have to meet up with Carla today. She’ll help me track down the last of Namjoon’s goons. Given how Charles’ clue was useless, I hope to get more information out of them today”, Yoongi says.

“So unfair, I wanted to cuddle”, Jungkook whines, rubbing himself against Yoongi like a snuggly cat.

“Same”, you whine, shimmying closer until you can snuggle into Yoongi’s chest.

Yoongi laughs, “you two are unbelievable.”

“You love it, be honest”, you mumble.

“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out, petting the back of your head. He cranes his neck to leave a kiss on the crown of your head then goes to kiss Jungkook’s arm. He doesn’t need to do more for the both of you to know that he is enjoying every second of it.

“I really gotta get up now”, he says.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes princess, I do”, Yoongi chuckles, “and you guys should too.”

“But it’s comfy.”

“Kookie”, Yoongi warns.

“Hmpf so unfair”, Jungkook mumbles, peeling himself off of Yoongi, “can I take a shower first?” he asks as he rolls out of bed and then stretches his arms over his head. He makes a loud squeaking sound as he stretches, squeezing his eyes shut. He ends the stretch with a low grunt and a content “good stretch.”

Then he scratches his tummy, looking at you and Yoongi in anticipation.

“Yeah sure, go ahead. Don’t take an hour though”, Yoongi says.

“Yeah, yeah”, Jungkook dismisses him, disappearing in the bathroom just moments later.

So now it’s just the two of you. Yoongi looks at you and rolls you to your back, placing himself atop of you to kiss your cheek.

“Thank you for last night”, he says.

“What do you mean?” you ask, heart fluttering like crazy.

“Just, I don’t know, last night was really nice.”

“It was. You were so hot when you were whining.”

Yoongi squints his eyes, making you laugh with it.

“I’m serious. I think that you’re really hot whenever you’re being all squirmy and vocal.”

“Tch, you’re so weird”, he mumbles.

You roll your eyes fondly.

Yoongi rests his head on your shoulder, stubbing your neck with his nose.

“I wanna be like this forever”, he confesses.

“Yeah? So you’re not gonna get up today, mhm?”

“No, I just meant. Forget it, it’s dumb.”

You smile, hugging him tightly.

“I wanna be like this forever too, my love”, you say, braiding your fingers through his hair, “don’t take it the wrong way, but this is what I had in mind when I pictured our journey. Just you and I sharing nice moments.”

“Are you disappointed in how it’s actually going?”

“No, of course not. I’m just happy to be with you and Kook and the others.”

“Mhm.”

You smile, “I have to thank you for last night as well. I feel so spoiled. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure that the sex I’m having is real.”

“Why?”

“Just that, I don’t know, I feel like a priority and not just a piece of meat”, you say, “the encounters I had before you guys made me feel as if my purpose is to please without receiving anything because that’s what a girl’s supposed to do. But I don’t feel like this with you guys. It’s really nice.”

Yoongi lifts his head, staring at you with darkened eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?”

“Who made you feel that way? Tell me their names. I’ll make them fucking pay”, he grumbles, furrowing his brows. 

“My love, no”, you crack up, squishing his cheeks, “that was years ago and I’m okay.”

Yoongi relaxes, exhaling deeply. 

“Good, that’s yeah”, he clears his throat, “yeah that’s good.”

“You silly kitten, you don’t have to protect me all the time”, you coo, caressing his brows.

“No, I do.  Don’t be fucking ridiculous”, he insists, hiding his face back in the crook of your neck. He closes his arm around your head, tickling your skin by huffing out air.

“Okay, okay”, you snicker, caressing his arm, “my strong prince.”

“Mhm”, he snuggles closer, “pet my hair.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Pet my hair”, he orders, stubbing you with his nose, “please.”

“Like this?” you ask him, running your fingers through his messy and incredibly soft hair.

“Yes. Good”, he whispers, purring seconds later. 

“You’re so cute”, you say, heart fluttering in your chest.

Jungkook leaves the bathroom when you and Yoongi are almost asleep again. It is you who opens your eyes first, looking at Jungkook. He is naked, drying his hair by rubbing a towel over it. He hasn’t looked at you yet, strutting through the room with confidence. 

“The shower’s empty now”, he says.

Yoongi stirs beside you. His purring stops. He inhales deeply and opens his eyes, lifting his head a second later. It forces your hand to slip from his head and land on his back instead. 

“Were you sleeping?” Jungkook gasps. 

“No. No we weren’t”, Yoongi lies, sitting up with a groan, “I’m taking a shower now. Or do you want to first?”

“No go ahead, the shower’s all yours”, you assure him. 

Yoongi rolls off of bed, soon disappearing in the bathroom. And with that, you and Jungkook are left alone in Yoongi’s room, while behind closed doors the water runs.  

Jungkook giggles, getting under the sheets with you and scooting closer. 

“I’m really happy”, he confesses.

“Me too.”

He takes your hand and rests his cheek on it.

“You feel so good.”

“Really?” you feel yourself fluster, “this is so sweet, thank you.”

“Last night was my first time with a human where I didn’t need to be restrained. I still can’t believe that I was able to experience it with you”, he says, eyes sparkling like crazy.

“I’m happy too, Kookie. You were amazing.”

“I was?” he gasps.

“Of course you were. You felt so good.”

“Even when I unhinged my jaw?”

You snicker, “that’s still really funny to me. I didn’t even know that you guys could do that.”

“Me neither until I accidentally did it during a hunt once. I guess your boobies are really yummy to me”, he says, scrunching his nose up, “that was so embarrassing, I’m sorry for saying that”, he says, giggling cutely.

“You’re so cute, Kookie.”

He grins, wiggling his shoulders.

“Sorry for the feeding by the way, I know that must have been really weird. But I kind of spiralled when I finally slipped inside. You were so warm.”

“It was actually really hot.”

Jungkook widens his eyes.

“Don’t say anything. I know that I have issues”, you murmur, sending him a defeated pout.

He laughs, pressing a quick peck to your knuckles.

“You don’t. I actually think it’s kinda hot that you think it’s hot.”

“Okay good”, you say and chuckle.

As does Jungkook. He presses a second kiss to your knuckles afterwards, resting his cheek on them. He gives you a cute bunny smile, the kind which makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

You retort it, getting lost in his eyes.

“I was a little rough, wasn’t I?” he asks.

“Yeah right?” you agree, “when you pinned me down, that was really hot.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm yeah”, you shimmy closer, running your fingertips up and down his pec. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, “I like it when you guys use your strength on me. You can definitely pin me down more often. Or, like, throw me around in general.”

Jungkook licks his lips, letting out a soft sound. He presses his legs together, squirming softly.

“Why?” you ask him as you watch it happening.

“It’s just…you’re really hot when you say stuff like that”, he confesses.

You chuckle fondly, “I’m just telling the truth.”

“You’re seriously so hot”, Jungkook whispers, earning himself a soft kiss from you.

“You’re so cute”, you say, caressing his cheek.

Jungkook scrunches his nose up, letting out happy little sounds. He shimmies closer, wiggling his toes under the sheets. He likes this so much. He is so happy that he can spend time with you that way. This is everything he dreamt of.

“I’m happy that I met Yoongi”, he confesses, “I think I lied to you when I said that I couldn’t imagine being together with a man, because I’m really happy that I met Yoongi.”

“I’m happy too. He’s helped you so much.”

“Yes, he has. I still feel really drawn to you and your smell is so addictive. But most days, I can control my instincts now. They don’t control me anymore in everyday life and I know you’ll never really get it, but it feels so relieving”, he says with his eyes becoming glassy in emotion.

“I do get you, I really do. I know I won’t ever know how a Ripper truly feels, but I can imagine how exhausting and lonely it must be.”

“It’s literally suffocating. There were days where I wanted to turn off my emotions because it was too much.”

“I guess that explains why so many of you guys end up turning off your emotions.”

“I understand them and I think without Yoongi, I would have ended up just like them”, he says and sighs sadly, “I lived a third of my life in sewers”, he confesses. 

“In sewers?”

He nods his head.

“I hid from the humans and the sewers were the only place where I didn’t smell their blood. You know, the stench masked it.”

“God, I’m so sorry.”

“Whenever I felt weakened by hunger, I cried because that meant I had to leave the tunnels and kill someone again and I didn’t want to do that.”

“I can imagine how hard that must have been.”

“It was. There were days where I forced myself to hide until the very last moment where I could barely even move an inch because I was so hungry. And, and on those days I killed more than one person. I knew it was because I starved myself and I hated myself so much that I cried until I passed out.”

“Oh, Kookie.”

“Jin hyung found me in the late seventies. He bathed me, clothed me and took me into his home and then he tried to help me with my instincts as best as possible.”

“That sounds wonderful, Kookie. I bet you were so relieved to finally have someone who helped you.”

“I was. I was so relieved”, he smiles, “I love Jin hyung so much. He taught me how to eat blood from a bag. I always ended up lashing out and hurting him during the process. And I felt so guilty and bad afterwards, but Jin hyung never scolded me or told me that he was angry. Even if I bit him or broke his bones, he was never angry at me and I finally had a home and, and family and I just”, he spills tears, “I love him so much.”

“I love him too, Kookie. He is so precious.”

“He is”, Jungkook smiles, “and now Yoongi hyung is training me and he actually knows how it is to be a Ripper and I learned so much from him. Jin hyung saved me, but Yoongi hyung freed me and I’m so happy to have met them.”

You scoot closer until you can give his lips a kiss. 

“I’m seriously so happy for you”, you whisper, “you deserve to have them in your life. I can’t wait for the day where you mastered everything. Seriously, I’m so happy that you and Yoongi found each other.”

Jungkook smiles, caressing your cheekbone.

“Do you love him?” he asks.

“Yes, so much.”

“I love him too. He accepted me for who I am, you did too.”

“Of course I did Kook, you’re so loveable.”

“Oh”, he lowers his eyes, “what the hell, don’t say that. I’ll actually blush.”

“You’re cute Kook”, you say, pinching his cheek.

Jungkook giggles and kisses you. Deeply, gently and with little giggles rumbling in his chest. You kiss him back. Passionately, slowly and with giggles just as happy leaving you. He rolls you onto your back and gets atop of you while you hook your arms behind his back. And so it happens that you and Jungkook are kissing under the sheets, both naked and with your limbs entangling closely. 

You lose track of time during that kiss until Yoongi comes back. You don’t hear him come in, but Jungkook does. He ends up breaking the kiss just to turn his head and look at Yoongi. You are resting sideways again. Jungkook has his knee between your legs. His skin is damp because of you.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just getting my stuff.”

You grin, snuggling into Jungkook’s chest whilst gazing at Yoongi. 

“You were really fast.”

“I actually wasn’t, you guys just made out for twenty minutes.”

“Geez, we did?” you gasp, “well damn, I lost track of time completely.” 

“Me too. I was so lost in the kiss.”

You and Jungkook exchange a love drunk look.

“I don’t want to eat you”, Jungkook confesses, “how is that possible?”

“Because you have my blood inside your system. It’s gonna keep you satisfied for longer. Don’t try to fuck though, that’s not gonna work”, Yoongi explains as he snatches his rings from the bedside table in the meantime, now turning to leave. 

But Jungkook isn’t having it. He tugs Yoongi back, forcing him to fall on top of Jungkook. 

“Don’t do that”, he grumbles, but gladly lets the younger vampire manhandle his body so Yoongi would be resting in the middle of you and Jungkook. 

The latter currently leans down to claim Yoongi’s lips in a surprise kiss. And Yoongi reacts accordingly, widening his eyes while his hands open and close as they can’t decide whether to hold Jungkook’s hands or not.

Jungkook breaks the kiss with a smile. He only has to send you one look for you to know what to do. 

You shimmy closer and cup Yoongi’s face between your hands just so you can kiss him deeply. 

Yoongi lets out a shuddering breath, blinking quickly while his fingers still decide whether they want to hold Jungkook’s hands or not.

You break the kiss, caressing his flushed cheeks. 

“Don’t do that. Both of you.”

“Shush, accept it”, you say, kissing his lips softly.

Yoongi sighs, closing his fingers around Jungkook’s hands.

Jungkook nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck, giving the flustered vampire loving neck kisses. 

“Guys, the time”, Yoongi sighs, shivering. 

“You’re so sweet”, you mumble, kissing him lovingly. 

“So sweet”, Jungkook agrees, now kissing Yoongi’s shoulder. 

Yoongi makes a sound. A deep purr. Then he squirms, not to escape but to get more comfortable. You break the kiss, giving him a sweet smile instead. Yoongi retorts it, feeling good doing so.

“You two are brats”, he says fondly, faltering in his smile when Jungkook drags his lips down his neck again.

“No, we’re not”, you giggle, “we just love you.”

Yoongi widens his eyes.

“Yeah, love you”, Jungkook murmurs, nibbling on Yoongi’s earlobe so good his once widened eyes falter with keeping open.

He huffs out air, “whatever”, he says defeated. He is way too soft for you and Jungkook. You could get him to do anything.

“Mhm, I gotta go now though”, you say, pecking Yoongi’s lips, “I feel so sticky from last night”, you say, rolling out of bed even if you don’t want to.

“Should we play guitar?” you hear Yoongi ask Jungkook and then you close the door on them.

You felt happy before your shower, but feel even better afterwards. The water was warm and the soap made your skin smell so nice. It was also very nice not to feel sticky anymore. As much as you love feeling the remnants of good sex on your skin, there is a limit on how long you want it sticking to you. It feels good to be clean again.

You leave the bathroom after doing your skincare and brushing your teeth, wearing a towel around your body.

Yoongi is playing the guitar while a finally dressed Jungkook rests on his tummy next to him, cheeks squished between his hands and eyes glued to Yoongi’s fingers. He is singing to the melodies Yoongi plays, swaying from side to side. Yoongi shifts his eyes to you, following you through the room as you pick out some clothes to wear.

He looks at his guitar when you open the towel, wanting to give you privacy. You return to the bed once you are dressed, sitting down on the edge of it and kissing Yoongi’s cheek.

“You guys sound so good”, you tell them.

Jungkook stops singing to instead smile at you. Yoongi continues to play, lowering the volume so you could talk comfortably.

“You think so?” Jungkook asks.

“Yeah. You are both so talented”, you say, busying yourself with putting on your earrings, “are you guys both meeting with Carla?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. When will you leave?”

“Lunchtime.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Why?”

“I plan on meeting with Tae later. I texted him and he told me that he has Charles’ place for himself this afternoon, so I plan on spending time with him.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Make sure to stay with him.”

“I will, don’t worry”, you promise Yoongi, “I could also talk to him about you, Kook. If you want to.”

Jungkook lowers his head, “you don’t have to.”

“I wouldn’t mind, seriously. I’ll tell him that he shouldn’t be such an idiot and talk to you.”

“So you also think that he's pretending?”

“It has to be. What you told me doesn’t sound like Tae.”

Yoongi and Jungkook exchange a look. So you are on the same page than them.

“I mean”, Jungkook scratches his neck, “I guess, if you want to”, he mumbles.

“Yeah? Then I’ll talk to him.”

Jungkook nods his head, lowering it shyly afterwards.

“Okay then. I’ll text Tae that I’m coming over later”, you say.

“Yeah okay”, Yoongi says, nodding his head.

“But for now, I wanna listen to you guys”, you say, letting yourself fall into the sheets. You rest your head on Yoongi’s knee, closing your eyes.

Moments later the room fills with the sounds of Yoongi’s guitar.

Jungkook closes the distance between you and him, running his palm up and down your tummy. 

You glance at him. He is smiling so brightly that his cute teeth are on full display. 

You reach down and caress his cheek, retorting his smile. 

“I’m happy”, he says. 

Your smile grows, while Yoongi’s face lights up in fondness. 

“I’m happy too, Kookie”, you say. 

Yoongi changes songs. The melody he chooses to play is cheerful and light. 

“I was so sad yesterday, but I’m not anymore. Thank you guys for cheering me up.”

“Hey, don’t. We’ll always be there for you.”

“Hehe”, Jungkook giggles and tilts his head to the side, “I’m still upset about it though, but it’s better than yesterday.”

“This is totally valid. The situation is really sucky”, you say. 

“Yeah”, Jungkook says and huffs out air, “it’s what I get for dating around.”

You chuckle, but caress his cheek to let him know that you were there for him.

“Yeah”, Yoongi says, “I don’t know why you felt the need to date around either way.”

“Hey”, you nudge his knee, but Jungkook doesn’t seem offended. 

“Maybe I just wanted to know how it is. I never had that before. I was really curious and it felt nice to date someone”, he says and rests his head on your tummy, looking at the ceiling that way. 

“Yeah well, you shouldn’t do that. Date around. It’ll only get you hurt.”

“You’re not helping, love”, you say, glancing up at Yoongi.

He is pouting, “I just mean that…that…” he stops playing to instead rub the side of his neck, “you’ve got us. ___ and me, yeah. We won’t leave. Uhm. Yeah. Don’t date around. You don’t need to. You’ve got, you know…us, you’ve got us”, Yoongi reaches out and nudges Jungkook’s cheek, “whatever, you fucking know what I meant”, he hisses and looks to the side. 

You and Jungkook stare at Yoongi with big eyes. Not a day will go by where his awkward yet terribly sweet confessions of love won’t surprise you. And also leave you incredibly soft for him. 

“You are so cute”, you breathe, feeling giddy all over.

“Yoongi”, Jungkook whispers and sits up. 

Yoongi lowers his head, picking at the guitar strings nervously. It fills the air with random, nonsensical notes.  

“I love you too, Yoongi”, Jungkook says and leans in to press a kiss to his cheek. 

It moves Yoongi’s head to the side in a soft nudge. His hair falls into his eyes from the movements but Yoongi fixes it with a gentle shake of his head. He meets Jungkook’s gaze with shy eyes. 

“Heh”, Jungkook lets out and grins, tilting his head to the side.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and brushes his hand over Jungkook’s soft cheek. He traces his lips with his thumb, allowing Jungkook to take the hint and lean in for a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, you could watch how greedy Yoongi was for it as he tilted his head and welcomed Jungkook with parted lips. It feels nice to watch it happening. They look really good when they’re kissing. 

Their kiss breaks with a soft sigh from both of them. Yoongi nudges Jungkook’s forehead with his own and runs his hand down the side of his neck. 

“Thank you”, Jungkook whispers.

“For what?” Yoongi breathes.

“For saying it out loud. I never knew what to make of us.”

“Yeah uhm”, Yoongi clears his throat, “we’re family, right?”

“Yeah, family.”

They break away from each other when you squeak, glancing at you. You are grinning so brightly that your cheeks hurt. 

“You guys are the best ever”, you say and giggle, “I think we three fit together so well. Don’t you think?”

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi says and pinches your cheek, “my love.”

“Yeah, so cute”, Jungkook agrees and picks you up in his arms just so he can roll around the sheets with your body locked in a tight grip. 

It forces waves of giggles and laughter out of you, making your two vampires laugh right with you. 

Today is going to be a good day. You can feel it. 

You finish your book once Yoongi and Jungkook leave to meet Carla. You only had a few pages left and wanted to get it done today. Quite frankly it was very nice to read, bundled up in Yoongi’s bed and with his guitar watching over you. It was as if he was still here with you. And it was also really nice to have some alone time. It really recharged you. 

It was already dark outside when you decide to leave for Taehyung, which wasn’t that surprising as the days are short at this time of year. It was still a little eerie and so you decided to take a cab to Taehyung with the money Yoongi left for you. You feel safer in a car than on public transport. At least like this, Namjoon or his followers can’t snatch you away. The drive was nice and gave you an opportunity to see a small glimpse of Brussels. Not much, as most of it was hidden in darkness, but you really liked the lights and how they made everything look welcoming.

You pay the driver handsomely and wait until he leaves, jogging up the stairs afterwards.

Charles’ butler James opens the door for you on your second ring, bowing his head at you.

“Good afternoon, Miss. I am afraid I must inform you that Master Charles isn't present as of now. He will return by nightfall” he greets you.

“Good afternoon, It's okay. I’m here to see Taehyung. Is he here?”

“Ah yes. Master Taehyung is in his room upstairs. May I invite you inside?" 

“Yes, thank you”, you say, stepping inside.

James closes the door and turns to you.

“May I take your coat and shoes, Miss?”

“Thank you very much”, you tell him, slipping out of them.

James takes your coat, throwing it over his arm and proceeds to present you a pair of fresh felt slippers.

“Thank you”, you accept them.

“May I offer you some refreshments, Miss?”

“No, I’m okay. Thank you.”

“Very well”, he says and bends down to take your shoes. “I will clean them for you. Shall you need me, don’t hesitate to ring for me”, he tells you and disappears in the small butler’s room just by the door.

“Oh? Uhm…thank you”, you say, watching the door close. You shake your head, “that wouldn’t have been necessary”, you murmur, “oh well, let’s find Tae I guess.”

You follow the sound of jazz music, wandering through the hallways in hasty steps. Jazz music can only mean Taehyung. That and classical music. You stop in front of the second door in the left upstairs wing of the house. The door is leaned closed, letting the music escape into the rest of the building. You know that Taehyung wouldn’t mind if you barged into his room without knocking, but you still want to be polite. Maybe you were wrong and there lives someone else in this house who enjoys jazz. Barging into their room announced would be embarrassing.

The door swings open with your third knock, revealing Taehyung in nothing but a silk rope.

“My darling?” he gasps, eyes lighting up, “what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t answer my text.”

“I apologize, I must have left it in the powder room”, Taehyung says, looking over his shoulder at the closed bathroom.

“It’s okay, I just took matters into my own hands. The others are out and I didn’t want to be alone at the hostel. I heard that you have the house for yourself tonight, so I thought that maybe we could spend time together?”

“Of course we can. What a pleasant surprise, my darling. Please come in”, Taehyung says, stepping out of the doorway for you. 

“Thank you.”

“Please forgive the darkness in my room. Sometimes I am too lazy to turn the lights on”, he says in a soft chuckle, lighting a few candles quickly.

“It’s okay. I get it. What were you doing anyway?”

“Painting”, Taehyung says, “and drinking, I guess”, he adds, sagging his shoulders. He sits down on the floor. The candles cast dark shadows onto his features.

You join him on the floor, facing him with your legs crossed. He mimics your position, pulling the rope closed in order not to flash you.

“What’s the matter?” you ask him.

“Why do you think that something burdens me?”

“Because you only drink when you are upset. Well, at least wine with blood”, you say, lifting the cruet of blood.

He snatches it away instantly, hiding it behind his back.

“It’s not how it looks, I promise. I asked for consent.”

“Relax, I’m not here to judge. Not for the blood at least.”

“Oh no. This doesn’t sound good. Am I in trouble?”

“You’re not in trouble”, you place your hand on his knee, “Tae, I heard what happened with Jungkook.”

Taehyung lowers his head instantly, shoulders sagging in sadness.

“Darling, I made a mistake”, he confesses.

“Yeah? I’m sure that Kook would love to hear that as well.”

“I can’t talk to him. I made sure of that. I messed it up.”

“I’m sure that Kook is willing to hear you out.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “no, I know better. He doesn’t want to see me again.”

“You don’t know that unless you try.”

“Maybe. I don’t know”, Taehyung whispers.

“Tae, may I ask? Why did you push him away in the first place?”

“I didn’t want him to get hurt.”

“Hurt? Why would he get hurt?”

Taehyung hesitates, looking at you with cautious eyes.

“You can trust me”, you assure him.

Taehyung sighs in relief, nodding his head.

“Jimin can get really ugly if he feels threatened", he confesses, "he can be terribly mean to people. Especially if he is jealous. I just”, Taehyung pouts, “I just didn’t want Kook to be involved in fighting. When Jimin pulled me away to talk that night, we had a terrible fight because of Jungkook.”

“You did?”

Taehyung nods his head, “he told me that I had to choose between either him or Jungkook. I can’t lose Jimin again.”

“So you chose him.”

“Yes”, Taehyung barely wants to speak the word, lowering his eyes in shame.

“Oh Taehyung. This is so awful of him to do. Especially to you. You are so full of love for so many people and he shouldn’t ask something so terrible from you.”

“You think so?” Taehyung sounds surprised, lifting his eyes in childish hopefulness.

“Of course I do. You love many people, but you love all of them dearly and truly. And Jimin should know that by now. You don’t love him any less now that you have Kook, do you?”

“Of course I don’t.”

“See? Did you tell Jimin that?”

“No. I was scared that he would yell”, Taehyung confesses and lowers his head.

“I see”, you say, running your hand up and down his thigh soothingly, “should I talk to Jimin?”

“You don’t have to. It will only end in fighting.”

“I can handle Jimin’s bad moods, don’t worry about me”, you tilt his head up with your fingers under his chin, “I hate to see you upset, my darling. Can I truly not talk to him?”

“Perhaps you could try?” Taehyung whispers.

“Yes? Then I will try next time I see him.”

“Thank you so much”, Taehyung says, exhaling in relief, “I missed you so much.”

“Gosh Tae, I missed you too.”

“May I hug you? Please?”

You close the distance between you and him, taking him into a tight hug. Taehyung cradles you against his chest instantly. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. He seems to grow softer because of it, tension in his muscles disappearing instantly.

“This is so nice”, he whispers.

“Yes, it really is”, you agree, running your fingers through his hair.

Taehyung nuzzles and sighs, dancing his hands up and down your back. He is so happy to have you with him now. He was so scared that you wouldn’t want to see him anymore. So to have you hold him right now, feels so healing to him.

“I want to stay like this forever”, he confesses, pressing you closer, “you are so warm.”

You smile, nuzzling into his neck. You kiss him gently, basking in the soft sigh he does because of it. This is it. This is the moment you missed so dearly with him. Life was so busy lately and if it wasn’t, he got dragged away by Jimin. And because of it, you missed out on so many sweet, tender moments with Taehyung. 

It feels so nice to finally share one again. Nice, but also just a little bit wrong. Wrong, because you were still burdened by a secret. A terrible, terrible secret.

You take a deep breath. You have to tell him. You can’t bear the secrecy anymore. It is weighing you down to the point where it hurts.

“Darling, can I tell you something?” you ask him quietly as you run your fingers through his soft hair.

“Anything, darling”, he assures you. 

“But you have to promise me not to get angry, please.” 

“I...promise?” he says, putting distance between you and him, “darling, what’s the matter? Why are you making me promise such a thing?”

“Because I’m scared of your reaction.”

“My reaction?”

You nod your head. 

“Okay? Tell me, I promise not to get angry”, Taehyung assures you, placing his hand on your knee. 

“Okay so uhm. Do you remember the night we went out together?”

“And you got so intoxicated? Of course I can. I was really worried for you.”

"Yeah well, uhm, the truth is. I wasn’t even drunk or on drugs, I was just….scared.”

“Scared? Scared of what?”

You touch the side of your neck, needing it to soothe yourself. You are going to do it. You are going to tell Taehyung. And it’s the scariest thing you have ever done. 

“You know how Jimin and I, you know, fucked?”

“Yes, I do. Why? What happened?”

“He lost control and bit me and-”

“He bit you?!” Taehyung interrupts you, widening his eyes in shock.

“Yes. It was an accident. I know that. But then he uhm, made me drink his blood so I would heal and I didn’t want to drink it. So he forced me.”

Silence. 

You lift your gaze, meeting Taehyung’s shocked expression. 

“You are lying”, he gets out, shaking his head, “he did not, did he?”

“He did.”

“No. No he did not. Darling?”

“He did”, you whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?”

“I don’t know. I feel guilty and I don’t know. It’s so messy. All of it.”

“My sweetest”, Taehyung breathes, cupping your cheeks gently, “my darling, I am so incredibly sorry. He never should have done such a terrible thing to you. Oh, why did you not tell me sooner?”

“Because I was scared. He said that if you knew, you would want him to leave again and I would be responsible for your heart breaking again. I didn’t want to break your heart.”

“You are not at fault here. I carry no anger for you”, Taehyung says and shakes his head, “oh my sweetest, everything makes perfect sense now. Why you cried so much and why you begged Yoongi to keep you safe. I knew that it couldn’t have only been because of the alcohol. You barely drank any.”

“I was so scared. I didn’t want to be a Glutton”, you confess, eyes filling with tears, “I’m sorry, it just feels really good to tell you. I hated keeping secrets from you”, you confess, spilling tears. 

Taehyung wipes them away instantly, “don’t apologise. I understand. No more secrets from now on.”

“No more secrets”, you say, “Tae, can I be hugged again? I really need a hug.”

“Of course my sweetest, come here”, Taehyung says, taking you atop his lap so he could cradle you in his strong arms. He allows you to rest your cheek on his shoulder and for your face to hide in his neck. He runs his fingertips up and down your spine, soothing you immensely with just this simple touch. 

“Are you going to fight with Jimin now?” you ask him.

“I will definitely talk to him. What he did to you was terrible and he needs to know never to repeat it again”, he says.

“Do you want him to leave now?”

“I don’t think I do. I should have expected something like this from him. So while I am angry, I sadly am not surprised.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“I will talk to him, my darling. I promise you. He did a terrible, awful thing and I will tell him that he did.”

“Thank you and thank you for listening. I really needed to tell someone.”

“Of course. Does anyone else know?”

“Just Jimin and Emma. I told her. I’m too scared to tell the others. Especially Yoongi. He would worry so much.”

“This is the right decision. Yoongi would only want to kill Jimin and I can’t allow that to happen. If he were to ever hurt him, I could never forgive him.”

“I know”, you whisper. 

“Good. Please keep that in mind, sweetest.”

“I will, don’t worry.”

“Thank you. Truly.”

You hug him closer, inhaling his scent.

“Are you angry at me now?” you ask him quietly.

“No I am not”, he assures you, “oh, my darling I am so glad that you told me. It explains so much.”

“Yeah it was awful.”

“Oh, come here my darling. Let me hold you”, he says, standing up with you in his arms just so he can carry you to his bed. He lies down, hugging you against his chest. 

“Rest against me, just like this.”

“That feels so good”, you say, inhaling his scent. Lavender. You missed it so much. All of it. His hug, his scent, his warmth. Although already tainted by coldness, it was still really nice to feel. 

You slip your hand inside his rope, placing it on his waist. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly and a soft sigh rolls off his tongue. 

You tilt your head, looking up at him. He smiles down at you, running his fingers down your cheek. 

“You’re a little cold already”, you say. 

“You can feel that? Please forgive me. All the blood I consumed lately was already cold. I think that it might have stolen me of my warmth.”

“It’s okay. You’re still warm. Just warm enough to hug”, you say, squeezing your cheek against his pecs, “Tae, you are so soft.”

“No, you are. Oh, I could squeeze you”, he says, doing exactly that. He squeezes you and exhales shakily, burying his nose in your hair, “oh darling, to think what he did to you”, he whispers, “it makes me furious, but more than anything it makes me terribly protective over you.”

“I like that”, you confess, giggling cutely, “I think.”

Taehyung smiles fondly.

“You do?”

“Mh-hm”, you look up at him, “it’s so nice to know that you want to keep me safe.”

Taehyung cups your cheek, “oh, how I want to kiss you.”

“Please do.”

Taehyung leans down and claims your lips in a chaste kiss. Nothing more than the brush of lips and then he already pulls back, chuckling fondly when you chase him with a sigh. 

“More”, you beg. 

Taehyung kisses you. Just once. Softly and sweet. The sensation leaves you desperate for more. 

“Like this?” he asks.

“No. More”, you beg, gazing at his lips.

“You sound so sweet when you beg”, Taehyung whispers and cups your cheek, closing the distance between your lips to finally kiss you properly. 

He can’t bear to tease any longer. It has been too long since he last tasted your kiss. He pulls you closer, sighing your name against your lips. You answer him in a soft moan and your fingers closing around his hip in a needy grasp. 

“Darling”, he sighs, chasing your touch. 

“Darling”, you breathe, shivering when he runs his fingers down your back. His hand slips under your jumper, nails scratching up and down your skin gently. The sensation feels so good. Taehyung’s touches are so healing. 

To know that he is part of your secret now and that he still sees you as precious, heals you so much. It is truly everything you wanted ever since that night in the club.

It happens naturally that your bodies melt together and as that happens, your leg finds its home over his hip and your fingers grab his hair instead. 

Taehyung’s rope opens messily just as you were about to twist his hair. He breaks the kiss, laughing breathily. 

“It seems as if someone wanted to undress”, he says, chuckling.

You let your eyes run up and down his freshly exposed chest, the soft curves of his pecs and the contrast of his pale skin and his dark nipples. It looks like art in the golden candlelight. You lower your head, placing a kiss upon his sternum, circling your fingers on his nipple as you do. It pebbles instantly.

Taehyung squirms, exhaling shakily. His thigh lodges itself between your legs, grinding against your warmth. Sparks of electricity course through you because of it. 

“Tae”, you whisper, looking up at him.

“That felt really good”, he says, breathing quickly.

“Yeah”, you sigh, rolling your hip back and forth on his thigh. 

“I feel like we have stumbled into a situation, haven’t we?”

“I think that we have”, you say.

His eyes race between yours. The tension between you and him is unbearable. You touch his nipples, chasing his lips. 

Taehyung growls playfully, rolling you onto your back and claiming the spot above you. He places his knee between your legs again, claims your lips in a kiss and moans, running his hand up and down your torso. 

The pressure on your warmth feels intense yet gentle. Taehyung moves his knee slowly, timing it with the natural movements of his needy squirms. It feels like heaven, leaving you breathless. 

You break the kiss once the loss of air is unbearable, moaning his name instantly. 

Taehyung claims your neck, sucking on your skin hungrily. His fingers dimple your thigh, gripping you strongly as he changes positions. Like this, he isn’t using his knee to grind against you but his hips, hard cock rubbing against your clothed pussy each time he squirms. 

“Oh god, Tae”, you moan, rolling your head to the side as he marks it in his love. 

His rope has slipped off his shoulders by now, pooling by his elbows whilst keeping his buttocks covered. His back is fully exposed, getting felt up by your needy hands. You love how his muscles shift and tense under your touch.

Taehyung tugs on the collar of your jumper, trying to expose your collarbone to his lips. He whines because he ends up failing, nudging you with his lips and whispering a pleading “please”.

“Clothes off?” you ask him.

“If you want to”, he sounds out of breath. 

“I do. Give me a second.”

Taehyung sits up, slipping out of his rope as you undress. First your jumper, then your bra. You slip out of your jeans but keep your panties on. You love it when Taehyung takes them off for you. 

“You are so beautiful, oh my sweetest”, Taehyung closes the distance between you and him, touching your waist, “my darling, I am so blessed.”

“Stop”, you whisper, “you are flustering me.”

“Good”, he says, picking you up just so he can place you into the sheets. He kisses your neck, grinding his exposed cock against your pussy. The unfiltered touch makes you gasp. It feels so intense now that your jeans aren’t hiding the sensations from you anymore.

“Good?” you giggle. 

“Mhm, good”, he mumbles, running his hands over your naked tummy, “I love it when you fluster because of me.” 

You touch his shoulders, sighing his name. His words make you squirm. 

“So soft”, he rasps, leaving hickeys down your neck until he can finally kiss your collarbones. “So beautiful”, he whispers, sucking on your skin, “oh you have me starved for a taste. Oh so beautiful”, he whispers. His fangs brush against your skin, riling you up in the process. “I want to feed on you. Oh how I crave you.”

His words are like honey to your ears. You chase his lips with an arch of your back.

“Do it”, you whisper.

Taehyung lifts his head, “are you certain?”

You nod your head.

“No darling, I couldn’t. Not after what Jimin did to you”, he says, shaking his head. 

You stop him, cradling his soft cheek. 

“I’m not scared of you”, you whisper.

“Are you certain? I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

“I’m not scared”, you say and smile.

“Oh darling, you make me so happy”, Taehyung says and cups your face, “may I suggest something? Something incredibly fun?”

“Yes.”

“How about you take off your ring and I compel you to get wet each time I bite you? By the time I am finished with you, you will be a dripping mess.”

“Hot”, you croak, “I think that I won’t even need compulsion for that to happen.”

Taehyung chuckles, caressing your cheeks.

“You don’t have to say yes. I just thought that I haven’t compelled you in ages during sex and I miss the feeling of it.”

“You really haven’t”, you say, gnawing on your lower lip, “will it hurt?”

“On the contrary. Each time I bite you, you will feel orgasmic ecstasies. It will feel so good.”

“This does sound like a lot of fun”, you whisper, “okay. I trust you, let’s do it.”

“Oh darling, you are truly wonderful”, Taehyung says, kissing your lips with a big “mwuah”. It makes you giggle and squirm.

He takes your hand afterwards, kissing your knuckles as he slips off the ring. Once done, he places it on his nightstand, returning to you with an excited giggle.

He cups your cheeks.

“Are you ready?” he asks you.

“Yes. I can trust you, can’t I?”

“Of course you can, my darling. I will make it so enjoyable.”

“And it’s not dangerous?”

“Of course not. I will keep you safe.”

“Okay. Then uhm, then do it.”

“Okay. Here it comes.”

Taehyung widens his eyes. You feel dizzy instantly, brain going hazy as you lose control.

“I will bite you and each time I do, you will feel ecstatic beyond recovery”, he speaks slowly. 

“Yes, understood”, you lull without wanting to, rubbing your legs together.

“Good girl”, he praises and lets go of your cheek, “now come back to me.”

Clarity returns to you. You blink, looking into Taehyung’s eyes. They are spilling over in adoration for you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks you.

“Did you do it already?” 

“Yes.”

“Oh? I didn’t even notice.”

“Good, that’s good. Relax now, my sweetest. I will take such great care of you”, he says, returning to his rightful spot on your neck to kiss his way down to your breasts.

You melt in his hands, skin tingling like crazy. His lips are eager and hungry, leaving marks all over your chest. You are excited for what was to come. Excited but also a little nervous. What if it will hurt?

Taehyung gathers your breasts in his big hands, guiding your left nipple to his hungry mouth. He sucks harshly, moaning around it. 

“Ah”, you let out, shivering in pleasure.

He sucks gently, sending shivers down your spine. His mouth is so warm and wet. It feels so good to have him go from harsh to gentle.

“Tae, that’s nice”, you moan and tangle your fingers in his hair, sighing happily when he kisses his way to your other nipple. One harsh suck and then he releases it again to bite into your flesh. The bite goes deep, which means that it should hurt, but it doesn’t. The moment his fangs pierce your skin, electric pleasure courses through you, forcing you to yelp because you weren’t ready for it. 

You tremble, tugging at his hair in panic. Your body feels on fire, the pleasure between your legs is almost unbearable. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you babble, gasping for air. 

Taehyung slurps, licking your bite wound hungrily.

“So sweet. So fucking good”, he murmurs under his breath, doing the unthinkable of biting a new spot. 

“Ah!” you yelp, flinching from the intensity of the pleasure. You feel hot and dizzy, trying to squeeze your legs together but failing and squeezing Taehyung’s waist instead. “Taehyung, what are you doing?” You squeak, arching your back, “ah Tae!”

Taehyung lifts his head, licking his red lips. His eyes are ruby, his cheeks are covered in veins.

“You are so sweet. Oh how I missed this taste”, he rasps, “what’s the matter, darling?”

“I, I don’t know”, you stutter, gasping for air, “oh god, what did you do to me?”

Taehyung places his hand on your pussy, making you gasp and squirm. He smirks.

“Mhhm darling you are soaking your panties”, he rasps, “don’t tell me that you’re getting wet from being fed on, mhm?”

“Oh god Tae”, you croak, arching your back, “oh god what did you do?”

He chuckles, rubbing his fingers over your clothed pussy. You have to squirm because of it, feeling so overly sensitive that you have to grip his arm for support.

“Tae, what’s happening?” you gasp.

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” he rasps, gawking at your face hungrily. You look ruined and all it took was two bites. He shifts his eyes to your breasts. Your skin is covered in your red nectar, taunting him. He leans down and bites your other side, forcing you to scream up and orgasm in an instant.

You claw at his back, begging him for an answer of why you feel the way you do. And Taehyung bites deeper, growling deeply as your sweet taste covers his tongue. Oh to have your blood soaked in your ecstasy. Taehyung dreamt of the taste ever since he first had it running down his throat.

He releases your bruised flesh, moaning deliciously. His hand slips back between your legs, pushing your panties to the side so he could pick up your slick. You whimper, squirming desperately.

“W-what are you doing?” you stutter, eyes squeezed shut. His touch burns in the best way possible. You are so wet and sensitive. His fingers are parting your folds, touching your clit, torturing your pussy in the best way possible.

“Look at me”, he orders lovingly.

You try your hardest to focus your eyes on him, spilling a few tears because it just felt way too good.

“Take a breath for me.”

You barely manage to do it, gasping for air.

“There we go”, he praises, retreating his touch to instead caress your thighs, “what’s your colour, my darling?”

“Green, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I-I feel so, s-so..much”, you stutter, chasing his touch, “w-what did you do to me?”

“But darling, I told you, didn't I? I bite you and you are supposed to orgasm like a good girl”, his voice sounds taunting to your scrambled brain, which results in your brain scrambling even more. You remember now. He told you something of this sort. Oh dear, you didn’t think that it would work that quickly. Just one bite and you crumbled without any sort of touch.

“Tae”, you mewl, “Tae, why are you so hot?”

He chuckles lazily, “you are so precious”, he says, kissing your cheek, “tell me whenever it gets too much, yes?”

“Yeah okay”, you whisper, touching his arm, “what are you going to do to me now?”

“Why? What do you want me to do?” he is taunting you again, whispering against your ear, “don’t tell me that you want more, mhm?”

You whine, making him purr seductively.

“Oh my darling, you are such a needy girl”, he rasps, sending heat to your cheeks. It’s so embarrassing to be called out on how desperate he has gotten you. Oh, how you need him to touch you because of it.

Taehyung leaves a chaste kiss on your neck then disappears between your legs. He picks up your left foot, placing soft kisses on your instep. The contrast of going from harsh bites to gentle kisses leaves you breathless. You look at him with your eyes slightly out of focus, breathing heavily.

“My most precious”, he whispers, kissing your ankle, “oh how I want to treat you right”, he breathes, running his tongue up your calve until he reaches your knee. You squirm, twisting the sheets. It riles you up so much to have him lick you like that. “he had no right to take you”, he adds under his breath and for a second you wanted to ask him what he meant, but before you could he bites your inner thigh, forcing you to crumble and wail his name.

Taehyung growls, sucking on the bite. He has to hold back, fingers aching with the desire to squeeze you with all their strength. You taste so good. Taehyung feels himself leaking on the sheets because of it. He releases your thigh, moaning deeply.

“Fuck so good”, he lulls, leaving red kisses up your inner thigh. He hooks his fingers in your panties and rips them off. They were just in the way. He needs to taste you as long as he still has blood on his lips. He buries them in your pussy, giving you no time to recover as he mixes your blood and your pleasure for him to feast upon.

“Tae please”, you squeak, grabbing a bundle of his dark hair. You close your thighs around his head, wailing up when he forces them apart harshly. It gives your muscles a gentle stretch, reminding you that you were utterly at his mercy right now. He strengthens your role as he bends your legs and forces them to rest in the sheets beside you, keeping you parted for his hungry mouth.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god Tae, oh god”, you stutter, spilling your slick all over his chin. His tongue is changing between lapping at your entrance and circling your clit, his deep growls and moans of ecstasy send vibrations through your pussy.  “please oh god, please.”

Taehyung lifts his lips, looking at you with dark red eyes. He carries just enough craze in his gaze that you feel yourself writhe.

“You taste heavenly”, he rasps, speech impaired by his fangs, “I’m in fucking paradise.”

“You, you are so. Oh god”, you stutter, rolling your head to the side and arching your back, “Tae please”, you beg.

Taehyung straightens up, running his hands down your inner thighs. you are so complacent for him that he doesn’t even need to hold you open anymore. He circles the bite mark on your inner thigh, pupils dilating in hunger.

“Only I can do that to you, can’t I?” he asks.

“W-what?”

“Only I can get you to scream like that, can’t I?” he stresses, squeezing your thigh and forcing new droplets of blood to ooze out of you.

“I, I don’t understand.”

“You’re mine”, he growls, dark eyes pinning you down, “not Jimin’s. Mine.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, that's right. You’re mine”, he growls and smirks darkly, “only I can get you so fucking wet”, he adds and moves in to bite your thigh right next to his first bite.

“Oh god not agai- ah!” you yelp, breaking violently. Truly, you don’t know how much you can take. Each orgasm he forces out of you feels stronger than the one before. You are clawing at the sheets, spilling tears, soaking the mattress. And Taehyung still doesn’t stop. He bites deep and sucks hard, strong fingers keeping you hostage and cock growing in desperation. This is territorial. This isn’t just pleasure for him. This is to take back what was stolen from him. Your blood is his’. Not Jimin’s, not anyone else’s. His. And he needs your body to remember that.

Taehyung lets go of your thigh only to bury his fangs in your other side without warning. The sob of utter despair you let out because he makes you orgasm again sounds like music to his ears. That’s what you are supposed to do. You are supposed to cry and scream and climax. It’s the only punishment Taehyung sees fit. Because this right here is your reward as much as it is your punishment. Your punishment for not telling him sooner, your punishment for keeping secrets from him and your punishment for sharing your blood. He is aware that you didn’t want to share it, but the betrayal still feels the same. Taehyung is driven mad by angry jealousy and addictive pleasure and he needs you punished for driving him insane.

He growls, slipping his fangs out of your flesh. You whimper above him, dropping into the sheets and writhing under his fingers.

Taehyung chases you. Within a second he is above you, dripping saliva onto your face and panting heavily.

“Fucking look at me”, he growls, gripping your cheeks.

You peel your eyes open even if it is hard, meeting his fiery gaze.

“Tell me your colour. Now”, he is harsh in his orders, forcing you to spill tears because you can barely handle it.

“Green”, you choke out, sobbing softly, “Taehyung please.”

“All the begging in the world won’t get me to stop, do you hear me?” he hisses, moving closer. He keeps your face pinned by your cheeks, dragging his lips over yours as he speaks. You can taste your blood that way, you are so far gone that you don’t even mind, “now be a good fucking girl for once and beg for my cock.”

“What?” you get out.

“Did I fucking stutter? Beg me to stuff your slutty, little pussy with my cock.”

“Please stuff me”, you beg and quite frankly you have no idea if he just controlled your mind or not.

But Taehyung didn’t control your mind. He doesn’t have to. He got you where he wanted you. Depended on him and addicted to the pleasure only he can give you.

“You’re such a good girl”, he rasps, rewarding you with a soft kiss. Just once, to let you know that despite his anger he was still there for you. He straightens up, getting on his knees. He grips his cock, jerking it off.

“Legs up”, he orders you and you obey. “Bend them. Now.”

You obey with a whimper, mewling his name when he slaps them further apart.

“Do you truly think that I can stuff you when you’re hiding away? Have you seen my cock?” he growls tugging on it harshly, “keep your legs open, it’s for your own good”, he orders, moving closer to drop his heavy cock on your sensitive pussy. He spanks your clit with it, making you jerk and gasp in surprise each time he does.

“Oh god Tae”, you whimper, glassy eyes glued to his cock. He is so massive. You are honestly glad that he made you as wet as he did, feeling new excitement seep out of you because of it. Oh you want him so bad, it hurts not to be stuffed by him.

“Do you want this cock?” he asks.

“It’s so huge”, you mewl.

“I know. I’m not holding back tonight.”

“Fuck, please give it to me, please”, you beg.

“Yes? You want it?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then take it”, he growls and pushes inside.

“Ah!” you gasp, eyes falling closed instantly and toes curling in bliss. This is it. Your rebirth. His girth stretches you out so much, claiming his ownership over you.

“There we go. Take me. Fucking take me, I know you can”, he rasps, bottoming out easily. He growls, grinding his teeth, “fuck, you’re so tight”, he gets out, dropping his hands on your waist to squeeze it gently, “how are you doing? Are you in pain?”

“No”, you whimper, shaking your head vigorously, “no please move, please Tae please.”

“That’s my girl”, he rasps and begins moving. Carefully at first because no amount of jealousy in the world could excuse him hurting you during something that was supposed to be your most pleasurable punishment.

“Oh god, Tae”, you mewl, arching your back and rolling your ankles. You are so fucking sensitive. Each time he bottoms out, you feel your body shuddering against your control. You are so wet, you know that Taehyung is fucking it out of you each time he thrusts into you.

He runs his thumbs up and down your skin, dark eyes glued to your face. His instincts tell him to fuck you hard and fast, his heart tells him to be respectful. He has to tense every muscle in his body not to give into his most primal urges. You look so perfect all spread out and claimed by him. Breasts covered in his bite marks, thighs still red from all the bloody kisses he left on your skin and neck marked by him.

“I want to ruin you”, he presses out, putting pressure into his touch, “it takes everything inside of me not to scramble your insides.”

“Just do it, please”, you mewl, “please Tae, please.”

“Fuck”, he hisses, “fuck ___, you’re so fucking perfect”, he growls and grips your thighs to tug you onto his cock.

“Ah!” you yelp up, convulsing in surprise now that Taehyung shows you how he truly wants to fuck you. Deep, hard, fast. You can take it because he made you want it by forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. And you have to take it and beg him to continue with desperate moans.  

“That’s it. Take me. That’s what I want from you. You’re mine. Fucking mine”, Taehyung babbles, falling deeper and deeper into the madness you make him feel. It consumes him whole. Your warmth, your body, your taste, sweet sounds and the power that makes him feel. He owns you. Right here and now in this moment in time, he owns your every fiber and Taehyung rides on that feeling with his head pounding in pleasure, driving you to the brink of complete ruin in the process.

“Mine. You’re mine. All mine”, he chants, pinning your kicking legs into the mattress beside you. He leans over you, forcing them to slip over his shoulders. He twists the sheets beside your head, filling your ears with the sound of it ripping under his punishing grasp.

He angles his cock deep into you, grinding his pubic bone against your clit as his girth continues torturing your insides.

Your only help is reaching up and gripping his face. He shakes his head, forcing your hands to slip to the back of his head. Your fingers twist in his hair, sending jolts of painful pleasure through his veins.

“That’s it. Hold onto me”, he praises, cock throbbing at the view of your face. You look so ruined. Just for him. This is all for him. Every tear, change of expression, gasp for air and desperate moan is for him. Just for him. “hold onto me, darling. I’ve got you.”

“Tae please”, you sob, “please don’t stop please.”

“I won’t. You’re going to climax for me now. Do you hear me?”

“W-what?”

Taehyung gives you his answer by turning his head and biting into your arm.

You scream, trying to flee by you can’t. Taehyung has you folded in half and under his mercy and all you can do is climax around his huge cock as he sucks the blood out of your arm. This is it, you think, this is how you will die. Killed by Kim Taehyung’s huge cock, she just couldn’t handle it. You can see it written on your gravestone.

Taehyung releases your wrist, moaning from the deepest depth of his stomach.

“You taste so good”, he croaks, “holy shit, I can’t stop”, he moans, moving closer so your foreheads were almost touching, “take a breath for me, darling. I know you have more in you”, he whispers.

You whimper and gasp, sob and wheeze. His hips are gentle, but moving. No break even if he makes it seem as if he gives you time to recover. He really doesn’t, keeping your pussy sensitive and leaking around his throbbing cock.

“There we go. That’s better. Colour?”

“Green”, you whimper, hands falling from his hair to grip his wrists instead, “Tae, I can’t do this anymore”, you sob.

“Yes you can. This is what you exist for. You are supposed to soak my cock, it’s what you’re supposed to do”, he orders you, speeding up his hips again, “now scream for me, darling.”

You do so without wanting to, kicking his back involuntarily but when Taehyung fucks you that hard, you can’t really control your limbs.

Taehyung doesn’t mind, calling you his good girl over and over again while his fangs drip saliva.

“What the fuck is going on here?” this wasn’t Taehyung’s voice.

You try to look, barely getting your eyes to focus. Taehyung has got you so fucking dizzy. 

Those thighs in those jeans. That black leather jacket. That posture. Jimin. Jimin just entered the room. You want to react to his presence. Hide away, tell him to fuck off, beg Taehyung to stop. But you can’t. Taehyung picks you up and changes positions with you still on his cock. Like this your legs are around his hips and you  are facing Jimin. He wants Jimin to see how good only he can get you, how ruined you are because of him. Taehyung speeds up his hips, forcing your body to slip up the bed and for your head to fall over the edge. He pins you down, slamming into you with angry precision.

And so you wail up, head dizzy, eyes teary and body on fire. You wail and tremble and forget all about Jimin’s presence, wishing for Taehyung to keep fucking you.

But Taehyung doesn’t forget about him, staring into Jimin’s eyes with dark, demonic anger. 

“Mine”, he growls, making you squeak with a harsh thrust of his hips, “understood? Mine.”

“What are you talking about?” Jimin asks and scoffs. His eyes however are glued to you. The bite marks on your tits are still bleeding, covering your skin in a tempting layer of blood. The bite marks on your inner thighs rub against Taehyung, covering his body in your red nectar. Jimin gulps. 

“I know what you did”, Taehyung growls.

Jimin looks into his eyes, gulping in nervousness. So you told him. That is why Taehyung’s eyes are filled with so much anger. 

“And she is mine, understood?” three harsh thrusts and you are choking on your moans. Taehyung lifts you, getting on his knees as he begins bouncing you on his cock that way. Your legs are behind his waist, your arms are hugging him tightly. You feel so small and fragile right now, dizzy and breathless and so goddamn ruined. Taehyung is using your body as if it was nothing more than his favourite fleshlight and you can barely handle it. Big, strong hands bruising your ass and huge cock stretching out your weeping pussy. You are on fire because of it, burning up, holding onto him because otherwise you would break into a million pieces.

“You don’t get to touch her without my permission”, Taehyung spits, ruby eyes pinning down Jimin. 

Jimin looks at your pussy.

“Eyes on me”, Taehyung orders loudly.

Jimin obeys with a flinch, swallowing heavily upon meeting Taehyung’s harsh gaze.

“You don’t get to taste her. She’s mine”, Taehyung growls and buries his fangs in your neck.

“Ah! A-ah!” you yelp, clawing at Taehyung’s back to the point where you scratch him bloody. He sucks hard and he drinks hungrily. Maybe you are going crazy but you can feel the blood get sucked out of you. Your head pounds because of it. The harsh, angry bouncing on his cock doesn’t help. On the contrary, Taehyung begins meeting his bounces with long, hard thrusts of his hips, growling demonically. He breaks away for just a second, showing Jimin his messy, blood covered mouth. You are still dripping, covering the sheets in your juices as he keeps you on edge in the roughest ways possible.

“Mine”, he growls, burying his fangs back in your neck. 

It stings, forcing you to convulse in his arms. The bite is so deep. It burns you alive. You feel close to dying because of it. The good kind of death. The kind only sex and getting fed on can give you. You twist his hair, wailing his name with a broken voice. He is making you cum again. Over and over and over again.

Taehyung growls, breaking the bite. His body is burning up against yours, quite literally. His skin is so fucking hot. You can’t stop getting wetter and wetter. Each time he bites you, your pussy produces more slick, gets more sensitive and hungrier for his cock. As if he wants you to completely lose yourself. Taehyung fucks your wet desperation out of you harshly and angrily.

“So go on”, he growls, throwing you back onto the mattress. Like this you are facing Jimin’s crotch with your head tangling over the edge. You can feel the blood ooze out of your bite marks, it tickles your ear and drips onto your hair. Holy shit you are so dizzy. Taehyung’s cock goes so deep.

“Go on and beg me”, he spits, “beg me for a fucking taste.”

Jimin lets out a breathy laugh, “you’re insane.”

“Beg me!” Taehyung yells, taking out his anger on your poor, weeping cunt. You want to scream but can’t. You are so dizzy. Everything feels fuzzy and far away. So far away.

Jimin falls to his knees right before you. You can barely take it in. 

“Please let me taste her”, Jimin begs.

Taehyung laughs. Deep and filled with manic craze. The sound is distorted in your ears. Somehow the blood is filling up your left side. You can barely hear out of it. Shit, you are so dizzy.

“Yes Jimin, yes! That is exactly how you should behave! You-”

“What the actual fuck!?”

Jimin leaves your side forcefully, Taehyung flies against the wall seconds later.

You get picked up and pressed against a chest.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Yoongi is screaming, staring at Taehyung in soul shattering disgust.

“What are you doing?” Jimin tries to complain but shuts up quickly when he gets one look from Yoongi and sees how truly murderous he looks.

Taehyung stands up, body covered in your blood and cock way too hard against his stomach.

“What’s your problem? You can’t just barge in here.”

“No, what the fuck’s your fucking problem? You were in the middle of draining her!” Yoongi roars.

“What?” Taehyung laughs, “I have been doing this for months, I wouldn’t dare to drain her.”

“You, you-” Yoongi stops talking, stumbling back in shock. He blinks his tears away, “this will have consequences Kim Taehyung”, he presses out with his voice shaking and then he runs.

He runs with you in his arms and he runs until he is sure that they wouldn’t be able to find him. He runs and runs and runs all while your head is resting against his shoulder weakly and your neck is covering his shirt in your blood.

“It’s alright princess, you’re safe now”, he whispers, barely getting out the words, “you’re safe, I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

He runs and runs and runs. And then finally there is enough distance between the dark room he dragged you out of and your shivering body.

Yoongi rips the hostel door open, stumbling inside.

“Okay, it’s safe now. You’re safe here.”

He places you on the bed, hurries to the door to lock it as many times as possible then disappears in the bathroom just to return with a bowl of warm water and a small towel. All of that happened within seconds.

“Who are you?” you ask him, feeling really dizzy. What happened? Where are you? Your body is still burning up in pleasure, but it feels so burdening all of a sudden. "Please don’t hurt me. I, I know Min Yoongi. He will hurt you", you beg.

“It’s me. It's Y-Yoongi”, Yoongi gets out, breath shuddering as he exhales in panic, “stay still, princess. I’m here now.”

“Yoongi what is happening?” you croak, unable to open your eyes. It’s so weird. Why do you feel so out of it? Why is it so hard to breathe?

“Stay still, princess. It’s, it’s okay”, he tells you, breathing shakily as he works to clean the wounds on your body.

“Where are we?”

“Somewhere safe. They can’t get you here, I promise. Oh god my love, what have they done to you?”

“I don’t understand, why did you drag me away?”

“They were feeding from you”, he can barely get the words out, “fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have trusted them.”

“But Yoongi, we were just having fun. Tae and I did, did, we uh…” your voice drowns out in weakness.

“Fun?” he presses out, staring at you with glassy eyes, “this wasn’t fun, this was madness.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I. Holy fuck, I’m so angry. I’ll kill them, next time I see them I’ll kill them.”

“Why? I don’t understand”, you lull, breathing heavily. It is so hard to breathe.

“Why?” Yoongi laughs in madness, “because they were feeding from you, that is why! Holy fuck, how dare they use you like that. I’m going to hurt them, they are going to beg for their mothers before I’m even as much as finished with them.”

“But I allowed Tae to feed from me.”

Yoongi’s face falls.

“What?” he barely gets it out.

You open your eyes slowly. He is staring at you with heartbreaking shock.

“Sometimes when we fuck, he bites me and drinks my blood. I want it to happen.”

“Why would you do this?” his voice is tiny, filled with both disgust and hurt.

“I don’t know”, you whisper.

Yoongi exhales, covering his mouth with his own hand. He rubs it over his lower face, staring at you as his eyes fill more and more with tears.

“Why?” he croaks.

“I don’t understand.”

“You, you’ve been weak for days. I was worried shitless for you because I couldn’t figure out why you were always dizzy and why your skin just felt a little bit colder and, and you are telling me that all this time you, you a-allowed them to drain you slowly?”

“It’s not like that. Taehyung only took a little.”

“No he didn’t!” Yoongi raises his voice, “your heart is, is barely beating right now and your blood is barely audible.”

“Please don’t yell.”

“No, please don’t tell me not to yell. Not right now”, he begs, stumbling off the bed, “holy fuck, you’ve been dying slowly and I didn’t even notice the most obvious reason”, he twists his own hair, “holy fuck.”

“No, Yoongi it’s not your fault”, you try to get out of bed, having to realise that you are way too dizzy for it.

“Uff”, you let out, seeing black.

Yoongi catches you before you can collapse, keeping you on his lap as he hugs you tightly.

“Holy fuck”, he croaks, “___ why? Why would you do this?”

“I’m okay”, you lull.

“This hurts”, he croaks and shakes in an involuntary sob, “this hurts me so much.”

“Oh…”

Clarity comes back to you. As if a switch was flipped and whatever madness Taehyung had inflicted upon you was finally wiped away with Yoongi’s confession.

“It hurts me so much”, he whimpers, hiding his face in your neck, “why would you do this to yourself? W-why would you kill yourself slowly?”

“I really wasn’t trying to.”

“I hate vampires, I hate them so much. I hate them so, so much”, he shudders in a sob, “I hate everything we do but I, I hate the blood drinking the most. Why would you do that? Do you want to break my heart?”

“No!” you exclaim, “no Yoongi, I don’t! Please don’t say that, please my prince.”

“I’m so hurt. All I want is to keep you safe and you willingly risk your life behind my back.”

“This wasn’t my intention. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Yoongi finally lifts his head from your chest, staring at you through his tears.

“You have my heart in your palms”, he croaks and his lower lip trembles, “please don’t crush it, I’m begging you.”

“I won’t, it’s safe with me”, you touch his chest, “feel it, I want to hold it safely. And I want to…oh god wait.”

Your eyes fall closed all of a sudden, gravity forces you to fall into him.

“Princess”, he croaks, “oh god, my princess you’re so cold all of a sudden. Oh god, why is it not stopping?”

He works with shaking fingers, tugging you under the blanket.

“It’s going to be okay, ___”, he croaks, pressing his hand to the wound on your neck, whimpering heartbreakingly, “why is it not stopping? Please stop”, he begs, “please stop b-bleeding please.”

“Yoongi, I think you’re right. I don’t feel so good.”

“I know”, he forces down a worried sob, cupping your cheek, “p-princess I have to, to do something t-terrible.”

“What?”

“You need some of, of my – oh god”, his eyes fill with tears, “I’m sorry, I have to give you my blood.”

If you weren’t so close to passing out and losing yourself in darkness, you would have picked him up and sobbed into him. You are putting him through so much pain right now and it hurts you so, so much. Even if right now you can’t show it because your body feels numb.

“It’s okay, you are not evil”, you assure him.

Yoongi bites his pointer finger, guiding it to your lips.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers then touches your lip. He squeezes his eyes shut, not bearing to look. He feels you suck on his finger, he also feels how tightly you hold his hand because it burns you so much. Your touch becomes warmer again, forcing his eyes to open. He watches as you break away from him, licking your lips. The wounds on your body healed, your skin doesn’t look as lifeless anymore. He healed you but all he can truly see is the remnants of his blood on your lips. He did it again. He fed you his blood, filling your veins with his curse. One wrong movement, one wrong meeting, one wrong step in the next three days and he would be giving his awful fate to the one person he wants not even close to it.

With tears in your eyes you pull his hand closer, resting your cheek on it. Yoongi closes his fingers around you.

“I’m so sorry”, you whisper.

He can’t talk. He just nods his head.

“I love you so much, Yoongi”, you croak and pass out in exhaustion.

He stares at you, crying audible tears. 

“Why?” he presses out and seeks your embrace. He doesn’t want to hug you, but his broken heart craves it. His head fits perfectly between your arms and your chest, his legs connect with yours like two matching puzzle pieces, his arms find their resting spot automatically for he has hugged you just like this a dozen times before and tonight is yet another reminder of how easy it is for you and him to become one. 

Even in your sleep, you leave a kiss on the crown of his head, just like always, and tonight it brings tears to Yoongi’s eyes.

He closes them and seeks refuge by drawing closer until he can smell your scent through the blanket and feel your warmth soak through the fabric. It’s so strong again. It is this realisation which makes Yoongi realise that he did that. He gave you back your warmth. Yoongi finds some peace in that thought, just as he finds peace in your embrace and harmony in your scent. And while his heart felt shattered tonight, right this moment he can’t feel it because you are with him and you finally don’t carry the scent of sickness with you.

“Why would you do this?” he sobs, knowing very well that you have long left him in consciousness.

[3terna15unshin3]

Yes to blurbs!

Maybe when they decided to move in together? Or taking a vacation together? Or one of them winning an award for their writing?

great suggestions bestie and sorry i didn’t get to this when i initially asked for requests!!!! i have written blurbs similar to those last two ideas here and here but i haven’t done the first one yet. i hope this is okay :))

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They move pretty fast after getting back together. Especially because so much of their relationship at the beginning was long distance, the minute they’re finally living in the same city it’s hard to separate them. Este starts spending two or three days at a time over at his house since it’s just as easy to just take the tube to work from there as it is from her granddad’s house.

When she leaves to spend a few days with José and grab some fresh clothes, Matty pouts and grabs her by her belt loops to lure her into kissing him and tries to hide her things so she can’t leave.

“Why go back to that tiny house in icky Islington when you can stay here with me,” He whines.

“I’m telling Lolo you said that.” She retaliates, and Matty scrambles and takes back what he said. He’s still desperate to always make a good impression, even though José loves him.

She comes back the next time and sees a toothbrush, still in its package, sitting on the edge of the sink. “I do own a toothbrush, you know.” Este tells him sarcastically.

Matty explains that it’s stupid for her to take hers back and forth so he got her one to keep at his place. She secretly loves the fact that he thought of doing it for her. He likes seeing the ceramic cup next to his faucet now have two toothbrushes instead of just his.

Covid hits so he isn’t on tour anymore and Este begins working remotely from the Islington house, since whenever she tries to write at Matty’s, he blares his favourite records in the next room to distract her. Or burns his toast in the kitchen and needs her help to get the smell to go away. Or slyly sits next to her, peeling off each article of her clothing until they end up tangled in his sheets again.

But when Matty’s not at the studio and she’s not on the clock, they’re attached at the hip. Este starts liking his body wash better than the one she had at home. Then she no longer has to ask him which kitchen drawer a certain utensil should go, and just knows the answer herself.

They live like this for a couple months—but the thing that changes things is when José decides to move in with Este’s parents. London is a big city and now that he’s long retired and Florencia’s gone, he likes the idea of living somewhere more rural. Since they’ve owned the house for so many years, there isn’t much of a mortgage left to pay, and he offers Este to add her name and take ownership of the property.

When she brings the idea up to Matty, he asks, “You really love that house, huh?”

The more she thinks about it, the more she realises how old and small it really is; and how it inhabited some of the lowest moments of her life. If José’s ready to move on from it then she should be too.

“I actually kind of hate it.” She decides, sitting on top of his counter while he stirs a pot of cooking pasta. Matty takes a noodle out with his wooden spoon and lightly blows on it to cool it down before asking her to try it and tell him if it’s ready or not.

“Then just live here.” He finally suggests.

Este’s not sure why she’s so shocked and flattered by his idea, as if they weren’t already practically living together. She’s rendered speechless and slowly chews the still undercooked pasta.

“...Really?” She suddenly becomes shy.

“If begging you to stay like a toddler every time you have to leave doesn’t show you that I want you to live here, then I’m not sure what to tell you, darling.” He points out with a laugh.

So Este’s stuff gets packed into boxes and her granddad sells the house. They rent a moving van and lug everything 40 minutes west, over to Matty’s. Este snaps a funny photo of him in the back laying across all the boxes and then posts it to her Instagram story without much explanation, making fans freak out and get scared that Matty’s giving up his concrete bunker even though he isn’t.

He even calls the guys for help, despite her protests. “It’s only some boxes, love. We’ll be fine,” Este tries to reassure him, but he asks them anyway.

Matty doesn’t want to make her carry anything so she directs them as they unload the van.

“The last, like, 8 boxes I’ve seen have all been labelled ‘books’… You are a crazy woman.” Ross declares.

“Books are my job, mate!” She argues.

There’s one box that has ‘important’ scrawled across the front that she forces Matty to carry up the stairs and to his—their—room. It’s incredibly heavy and she hears his laboured breathing as she trails behind him on the steps. She stops him when he’s about to set it down, telling him that she wants it some place else. A metre to the side, maybe. He huffs and shifts it like Este asks, but then she stops him again.

Matty’s fingertips grow white from gripping it so tight and he bites his lip to accompany the immense effort it was taking to humour her.

“Love, you’re killing me here,” he complains, voice breathy and strained.

“Just let me think,” Este stalls some more, tapping her finger to her chin and looking around the room as he continues to struggle. “Maybe it can actually go down in the lounge.”

He looks at her, dumbfounded. “Are you fucking with me?!”

She pretends to act innocent and then eventually gives in, giggling and telling him to just put the box down anywhere. He shakes his head and laughs, sitting on the bed in defeat and wrapping his tired arms around her waist to drag her onto his lap.

“That was cruel.” Matty says into the crook of her neck, kissing it shortly.

“You’re just extra fit when you’re all sweaty and breathless and grunting, okay? I had to wind you up a bit,” defends Este. His hands on her skin (and their lips against each others’) get a bit carried away and they have to stop themselves when they remember that Adam, George, and Ross are just down the stairs.

When Notes comes out, Matty has to do a bunch of Zoom press, and it’s a struggle to find a presentable background that doesn’t show any of her cluttered belongings. She ends up unpacking her stuff rather slowly so the mess stays longer than anticipated. Este really does have a lot of stuff, her maximalism shining through with the sheer volume of things she moved with her from Islington.

It works unexpectedly well with Matty’s existing decor. The house grows brighter with the art Este adds to the walls and more charming with her flourishing shelves of books. She mixes her vinyl in with his and takes care of the plants that now scatter their home. Trinkets start to line most flat surfaces. His mug cupboard grows fuller.

The two of them are just too busy basking in the glory of one another’s constant company. It’s a delight to wake up in Matty’s arms and hear his croaky sleepy voice every morning. When she thinks she needs privacy, Este puts her headphones on and glues her eyes to her laptop screen in the guest room. But then she can’t hear his shuffling footsteps anymore, and misses the way he hums made-up songs when he’s concentrated. So she moves down to the dining room table and sighs in comfort when Matty kisses the top of her head every time he walks past.

He likes having to sort through the mail to make a pile of her letters before opening his own; and doesn’t mind buying twice as much tea to accommodate both of their habits. Coming home from the studio feels so much better knowing that Este’s there to greet him and then kiss him goodnight. The bed sheets now smell of mint, just like her.

And when she’s fully moved-in, and the house is now theirs, Matty smiles every time he notices how lonesome it was before becoming littered with Este-ness.

“Sure you’re not sick of me yet?” He asks.

Este grins. “Positive.”

[disasterbijamietartt]

Since I’m on a roll, here a few random Roy x Jamie (x Keeley, and a bit Colin) scenes I’d love to see on the show but that with 99% certainty won’t happen lol.

If you write fanfic, feel free to take my ideas, since I won’t write them.

#1: During a break in their morning training, Jamie vents about how Dani is worshipping Zava and says something along the lines of “This is pissing me off so much. Like, I had the biggest crush on you but I never kissed the ground you walked on! Except for that one time when I was twelve, and helped out as a ball boy when Chelsea was playing Man City and …”

Roy, taking some time to process. “Wait? The Fuck? You had a crush on me?”

And Jamie answers quite chill. “Are you going senil? I told you I had a poster of you on my wall as a kid.”

*gay panic sets in* *throws something into Jamie’s face*

“What the fuck, what is wrong with you?”

Roy fumbles. “Sorry, I just … don’t know why … I think I got startled?”

“YOU got startled? Ask me about it.” Shakes head. “You know, you really should figure out the why since … I’m not scared of you or anything. I know you would never actually … kill me. But it just is … triggering when you do stuff like that.”

The horrific realisation setting in. “Oh … OH.”

“You should try therapy. It helped me a lot being more … comfortable being me. And not … the boy me dad wanted.”

#2: This won’t happen but what if Roy is like “you need to do something for your core” and drags him to his yoga group and realises his mistake too late, when he scrambles to explain why he knows Jamie (”We, er, go to the same gym. And I thought you’d maybe want to meet him.”).

Then one of the ladies tells Jamie, how much Roy loved him in “Lust conquers all” and the camera is on Jamie’s face while he is trying not to burst into laughter, but then another one asks him why he went on the show and he gets all somber talking about his dad (something about his live being absolut shit – “The whole year had been shit. My girlfriend dumped me, my coach dumped me and all I had in ManCity was my piece of shit dad. I was at my lowest lows, in a very dark place mental health wise and just needed to get out”) – Roy being touched by Jamie’s openness and vulnerability – and then the ladies decide to go to the G-A-Y to cheer him up and while they are being there Jamie heads to the bathroom and sees Colin and Michael. But he doesn’t approach them, so that it doesn’t get awkward for Colin, does never mention this to Roy or anyone, until after Colin’s coming out, when he tells him how proud he is and accidentally slips. Something like “I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Michael and you. You were cute together.”

“But you never met him.”

And he has to come up with some explanation (he can’t say he was there with Roy’s yoga besties, since the yoga besties are Roy’s big secret)

And when Colin wonders why he kept it a secret: “You never told me so I thought it was better to give you the time you needed, instead of forcing you.”

#3

I have a need for a Karaoke scene where someone, Jamie would be awesome – everyone expects him to be shit but he slays it –, sings “Into The Unknown” as a call back to the first season having Rebecca sing “Let it go”. (Or “Show Yourself”, which is more of a queer coming out anthem, but probably not the kind of song Jamie would chose to sing at Karaoke)

And it would also fit in a way, since Jamie kind of is a foil to Rebecca. Like they were both residential assholes in the first season because of the abuse they suffered and both made a heel-face-turn due Ted’s and Keeley’s influence.

#4

Okay, so onto one of my Roy x Jamie x Keeley scenarios!

Like many suggested, Jamie tries to help fixing Roy’s and Keeley’s relationship.

After Roy not wanting his comfort, he checks in on Keeley and offers his help. Like the good friend he is, he wants to make the two people that mean the most to him, happy.

He essentially parent traps them by inviting them to meet him at his childhood home while they’re in ManCity, so that Roy and Keeley have a opportunity to talk about their feelings. While they’re talking in his old bedroom, he anxiously waits in the living room.

Roy and Keeley talk about their break up, the actual reasons and Keeley, who is still so torn between Roy and Jamie, reluctantly asks Roy, whether they should try to get back together.

And then Roy fesses up and tells her that he loves her, that he wants her back, but that he has just figured out and accepted the fact that he is in love with Jamie and it would feel dishonest to just ignore that and go back to how things used to be. Since he is not the person he used to be and Jamie’s the reason he changed. And that is why Roy looks so vulnerable and emotional in that scene, almost as if he has cried?

(Bonus - and now I’m heading into “no way this happens, but lol” – what if at some earlier point Jamie and Roy hooked up for whatever reason, like accidentally getting high eating space cake in an Amsterdam coffee shop? Something where they can go the next morning, “OMG how embarrassing, how could this happen, hahahaha, let’s never talk about this ever again”, and it is basically “I had sex with Jamie” but it’s Roy who says it?

And Keeley being like “That is not a funny joke” and him being “It is not a joke.” and then having the longest monologue in his live about how he fell in love with Jamie)

And Keeley, who is always supportive, is totally accepting and encourages him to tell Jamie. So he calls him and Jamie comes in and Keeley tells him, that they decided not to get back together and that Roy has something to tell him. Then she leaves.

They sit on the bed.

Roy points to the poster of him on the wall, that has been fixed with scotch tape. “You weren’t joking. But what happened to it?”

“My dad tore it down. Didn’t like that I had it. Wrong team, you see.”

“Oh.”

Jamie clears his throat. “Sorry it didn’t work out with Keeley. But maybe at a later time! What is it you want to tell me?”

But Roy panics and doesn’t tell him, instead goes on to thank him for the effort and tells him, that Jamie is his best friend.

Which is something that touches Jamie, because he always wanted to be Roy’s best friend. They hug, but Roy can’t hide that he is disappointed in himself, for not being brave.

Roy later texts Keeley, that he couldn’t do it, since he was too scared Jamie could turn him down, and now Keeley is the one trying to set Jamie and Roy up, constantly cheering him on, while Roy thinks, that maybe the best thing would be to set Keeley and Jamie up, since Jamie is the boyfriend she actually deserves, hilarity ensues for an episode or two, until after Colin’s coming out, when Roy finally is brave enough to tell Jamie and they start dating.

(I still have to figure out, how exactly they would approach Keeley to become a part of the polycule, but that definitely happens. Maybe Rebecca mentions something to Roy, after Roy and Jamie eventually come out to the team as a couple, and then Jamie and Roy ask Keeley out on a date?)

[sankta-starkova]

LETTERMAN

033; the woman in the woods

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summary: the one where ej and andy get to spend time together in the camp until the production gets in the way, threatening to ruin their summer and relationship

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Gina ran up to the girls cabin, opening the door and squealing, "The cast list has been posted," she exclaimed.

Everyone jumped up, pulling dressing gowns and robes over themselves as they ran outside.

Andy could feel her stomach doing flips. She was horrified at the result of the cast list and was so excited to see who she got, or who she didn't get.

Her and Kourtney got there first, both turning to each other and yelling out in joy when they realised what they got. Andy was Anna and Kourtney got Elsa.

"I didnt know your voices could even reach that register," Ricky said and they moved out of the way, allowing Carlos and Ricky to see the sign.

"Look at that bestie, Kristoff and Anna," Andy said, placing her hand on Ricky's shoulder.

He pulled her in for a hug, congratulating her on the role.

They had been drifting apart since the Lily incident but he still cared about her and vice versa. They were best friends, first and foremost

Carlos scoffed as he looked at his name on the list, "first lumiere and now Olaf, am I destined to play an intimate object for eternity," He said, folding his arms across his chest.

Ashlyn and Gina walked up to the sign, both looking back with sad expressions.

"The ensemble?" Ashlyn questioned before putting on a fake smile, "I mean hey, the ensemble, can't do a show without the ensemble,"

EJ walked through the group, "Okay, everyone calm down, let's all be professional about it," he said, walking over.

"I will be taking any photos of him in antlers for blackmail purposes," Ashlyn said, not realising that he didn't know he got a part yet.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, looking down at Andy as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Congrats Sven," she said and he chuckled, looking down at her with a nervous smile.

"Sven!" He exclaimed, shocked. Then his eyes trailed to her name.

His face lit up as he turned to her and he leaned down, hands on either side of her face as he pressed a kiss against her lips.

"Babe, that's amazing! Anna!" He was grinning ear to ear, knowing she deserved it

Everyone was talking on top of each other, nerves running high in the area.

"Quiet your voices," Maddox said and everyone turned to look at her, "It's newbie intiation camp out night folkes. A night in the woods amongst the wildlife and spirits,"

She walked off, leaving the others to think about everything.

"Congrats, now I think we should all get changed," EJ joked and everyone realised they were still in their pyjamas.

After they had headed back to their cabins and gotten dressed for the day, Andy brushed her hair out, tying it up in the mirror.

"Are you okay?" Gina asked Ashlyn as she heard the girl tear out a page from her book.

"A hundred percent, just jouralling," Ashlyn said but they could all hear the tension in her voice, "Reframing the news from this morning so I can make it a win,"

Maddox nodded her head, "Oh, I get it, you're a Leo rising," she said, looking up at Ashlyn.

Her head whipped towards Maddox as she scoffed, "Capricorn rising actually. I'm all Earth and air signs in my big three,"

Maddox shrugged, "Really? I totally got fire signs from you," she admitted and Ashlyn started rambling in annoyance.

Andy started talking to Maddox about the campfire when they heard the window blinds rattle. They all turned to see EJ poking his head through the window.

The girls voices overlapped in annoyance, boys were prohibited in the cabin, and Andy jumped up, looking at her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, I just need to talk to Andy for a sec," he said in protest, "Pretty please,"

Maddox rolled her eyes in a feigned annoyance, "You've got two minutes rocketman," she said.

He thanked her before pulling his head from the window and rushing to the door, walking in, holding a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

"Sorry to barge in," he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "I knew you'd get the lead, you're a star babe,"

She started rambling about something and when she finished the two fell into a comfortable silence.

She turned to look at him and Andys face contorted into one of confusion as she saw his brows creased together and his eyes trained on her hands.

"Are you okay EJ?" She asked when she turned to him, realising he had a vacant expression on his face.

"Sorry, I'm just freaking out a little bit. Corbin Bleu is coming back tomorrow for our first read through with his camera crew, I've got to break down the script tonight," he explained.

Andy smiled, "I know you're worried but tonight's gonna be this big fun night and it'll take your mind off it for a while," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

"Ding ding, two minutes EJ," Maddox said, cutting in.

"Thank you for the flowers, and EJ, you're gonna kill it tomorrow okay," she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before shooing him out of the cabin.

After an afternoon of fun and games, the sun had set and everyone was getting ready for the campfire.

Andy walked out of her tent before spotting EJ hunched over the table, "Hey Mr director, what you working on?" She asked as she walked over, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Just the read through, I'm probably not going to make it to the campfire," he explained.

Andy groaned, she wanted to spend time with him and Corbin Bleu lumping him with this job had ruined it.

"Come on baby, I'm gonna get scared and need someone to cuddle up to," she said, half joking and half serious.

EJ laughed, the first time he'd laughed in a while, "Okay then, but just for the song and story," he said, holding his pinky finger out.

"Deal," Andy said, linking her finger with his before grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the campfire.

"Welcome folks to your first newbie intiation campout night," Maddox said as EJ and Andy sat down, the two sharing a blanket as she leant her head on his shoulder.

Everyone else piled in, sitting down on logs of wood. Andy watched as Ricky came in and sat with Gina and how Jet was close behind the two.

"Now let's give it up for our very own rocket man," Maddox said, passing him a guitar as he moved away from Andy to get a comfortable stance.

"This one is called the ballad of shallow lake and every word is true," he said in a spooky voice, raising his eyebrows.

He played a spooky song about a girl called Susan fine who went missing in shallow lake and her ghost haunts the camp.

Andy watched in awe, clapping her hands loudly at the end. She loved it whenever he'd sing and would never get bored of the sound.

"Um, is that a real story?" Kourtney asked, a horrified look on her face.

"I've got some homework to do but the amazing Maddox will explain it all," EJ said as he got up.

"EJ," Andy said, not expecting him to leave so quickly, "You don't want to stay for the story?"

"I'm sorry Andy, you know I've got tons to do," he said, looking down at her, not noticing the disappointment on her face.

She faked a smile as she watched him walk off. She loved that he was getting his moment in the spotlight as the director but she really wished he'd spend more time with her doing simple camp things like campfires.

"Lets see, who here likes ghost stories?" Maddox asked before everyone began to cheer.

She explained the story, freaking everyone out until Jet ruined it by making jokes, causing Maddox to storm out.

After the ghost story they all headed back to their tents. Andy was sharing a tent with Ashlyn and Gina.

Ashlyn and Gina decided to go explore the forest and Andy walked off to the tent where EJ was staying, the light still on despite how late it was.

She walked in, "You need any help Eej, don't want you falling asleep at the table," she joked, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently massaging them.

He groaned before leaning back, placing his head on her chest as he looked up at her, "Yeah, I've got it handled, thanks though," he said.

She pulled up a chair, sitting down next to him, "I can keep you company," she suggested, "I didn't mention it earlier but you sounded super good on the guitar,"

"Thanks but I've really got to get this gone before tomorrow when Corbin gets here, Corbin Bleu," he said, clearly wound up about something but Andy didnt notice.

She chuckled, hand coming to rest on his bicep, "I'm fine with helping, I can afford to miss some beauty sleep," she said jokingly, trying to get rid of some of the tension.

"I'm fine Andy," he said, raising his voice. His sudden outburst startled Andy and she stood up

She had never heard him raise his voice at her before and although she knew it was because of the stress of the play, it still hurt.

His eyes went wide as he realised what he'd done. For the first time in his life, he had felt a bit like his father, yelling at his mum when she did one thing wrong.

"No, Ands, baby, I'm sorry," he held his hand out, trying to get her to stay. He didn't mean to yell.

"No, no, it's okay Caswell, I get it, you clearly don't need my help," she said before turning away and walking out of the tent.

He jumped up, rushing towards the door of the tent to chase after her, "Andy!" He called out.

She just ignored him as she walked into her tent, zipping it up. Her and EJ never really fought, so to see him speak to her like that was out of character.

He groaned out of frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, "God damn it," he exclaimed before turning back to the table and sitting down, his head on his hands

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So yeah how we feeling about Thomas x Kitty everyone?

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

20 with lucien bestie. i know you’ll do it justice 😏

Here you go, love. With a classic “there’s only one bed” trope😏💋

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“Go. The fuck. To sleep.”

Lucien sighed rolling onto his back beside you. He stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t.”

“Well try.”

Granted, the inn you and your friend, Lucien, had found yourself in was draughty and dingy, and the late hour had meant there was only one bed available between you. A bed as hard as nails in a freezing cold room.

But your attempts to sleep had been hindered by Lucien’s constant complaining.

Your eyes were just beginning to grow heavy once more when he spoke again. “It’s freezing in here.”

You heaved a sigh. “Move closer to me, then.”

There was just a momentary pause before the bed was dipping beneath Lucien’s weight, and his warm, hard front was flush to your back. He draped an arm over you, his breath tickling the back of your neck and his earthy scent filling your nose.

With a soft smile, you buried into your pillow. You and Lucien had been travelling all day, and exhaustion was heavy in your limbs and mind.

But pleasant as Lucien’s body heat was, the chill in the air was bone-deep, a cold that weeded its way beneath your skin and held itself there.

You tugged Lucien’s arm tighter around you, wriggling back against him. And beneath the blanket, the two of you huddled together, it wasn’t long before you were drifting off.

Until Lucien’s body went rigid behind you.

“Uh…”

“What is it?” You mumbled sleepily.

“…don’t move.” He cleared his throat. “…I, uh…I’m hard…”

It was your turn to go utterly still, then.

You and Lucien had been close friends for years. Had been known to flirt with each other here and there, but…never more than that.

And yet sure enough, you realised the clear, hard evidence of his arousal was pressed against your backside, straining against the soft, loose trousers he wore to bed.

You swallowed, trying to think. Of what to do, what to say.

“…sounds like a personal problem.” You quipped.

“Yeah…” Lucien laughed awkwardly. “Yeah.”

You snapped your eyes shut, trying not to think about why Lucien was hard. Was it just poor timing? Or did you…did you actually have such an effect on him? You couldn’t help wondering if maybe…maybe he’d reacted in such a way to you before.

You shook the thoughts off. The two of you needed to sleep. You shifted in your spot, bundling under the blankets—

A soft, quick moan sounded from behind you.

“Stop,” Lucien gritted out, “writhing against me.”

“Sorry.” Your cheeks flushed. “Maybe you should go to the bathroom and deal with that.”

“It’ll sort itself out if you stop writhing against me.”

You sighed, forcing yourself to keep completely, utterly still. Focused on one little nick in the wood dresser a few feet away from you. Begged sleep to find you.

But you were wide awake, now. All too aware of the fact that sleep was also evading Lucien. All too aware of the fact that his little problem was not going away on its own.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you couldn’t quite believe what you were doing — your boldness — as you flipped over onto your side. So that you were now facing Lucien, your faces mere inches from each other. Breaths mingling.

He swallowed, his deep, russet eyes boring into yours. “…what are you…”

“Helping.” You said. “So we can both get some sleep.”

His lips parted as though he was going to question you more, but you cut him off. Leaned forward and captured his mouth in a kiss.

You felt him gasp against you, felt him go still. And you thought, for a split second, that perhaps you’d made a huge error of judgement. That perhaps he wouldn’t kiss you back.

But then his hand was on your cheek, brushing back your hair and tangling within the strands. He rang his tongue over your lips, and you opened up, allowing him to slip inside and mingle his taste with yours.

You kissed him hard, deeply, and slid your hand between your two bodies. Slid it under his shirt, brushing the hard panes of his stomach, the fine dusting of hair that trailed from his navel, down—

Your fingers found his elasticated waistband, and you tugged it down. Freed his firm, hard cock from the torturous confines of the cotton trousers.

Lucien gasped against you again, as you brushed your fingers over his cock. Around the head and down the length of him, the rock-solid shaft, the bumps and ridges and the velvety skin.

Your palm found the swelled head once more, slick with moisture that you mopped up with your hand. Lucien peeled his lips from yours, glancing between your bodies at the sight of you palming his cock. His eyes darted to yours.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, hissing as your thumb circled the head.

You stared back at him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no.”

You smirked. “Well, then.”

You leaned in, kissing him again, and your slick hand began to move up and down, finding a steady rhythm. A soft moan caught in Lucien’s throat that he huffed into your mouth.

“Like that?” You mumbled against him. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” he gasped. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You couldn’t resist a triumphant smile, enjoying the increase of his breaths, the way they hitched in his throat. His eyes dipped downwards once more, watching his cock fuck your hand, and he bit down on his bottom lip, tipping his head back.

“Gods,” he groaned as you pumped him faster. “So good.”

“Yeah?” You studied his face closely; every minuscule expression as his brow furrowed in pleasure, his mouth opening and closing around his noises. “Gonna cum for me?”

“Carry on like that and I’ll be cumming very soon.”

Good. That was what you wanted. To feel him spilling into your hand, hot and thick. You were sopping wet between your legs, pressing them together and clenching around nothing, but this was about him. His pleasure.

Your rhythm picked up, your hand pumping Lucien harder, faster, and his hips were beginning to buck against you. He damn near whimpered when you suddenly let go of him.

And definitely whimpered when you pulled back. Scooted down and took his cock into your mouth.

“Holy gods,” his hips jerked as you rolled your tongue around him, his fingers threading in your hair. “Gods, Y/N, yes.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, sending a delicious vibration through him. “Fuck my mouth.”

You heard him curse beneath his breath, and his hand stilled on your head.

And then he was bucking his hips up, up into you, well and truly fucking your mouth.

His taste was slightly salty, the feel of him velvety smooth, even as he went harder, faster, rougher. You couldn’t help moaning, sinfully loving the feeling of him invading you like this. You reached down, cupping his balls.

“Oh fuck!”

A growl — no, a roar — came from deep within his chest. The movements of his hips stuttered, and he managed only a few more thrusts before he was stilling, holding you still on him as he spilled into your mouth.

He moaned and groaned and whimpered through his release, his body trembling with its force. And you swallowed every drop of thick, hot cum. Enjoyed every single bit of it.

Only when there was nothing left to swallow, and his hips had lowered back down to the bed, did you pull your mouth off of him. You straightened yourself out, locking your eyes with his, and swiped your thumb over your mouth.

Lucien watched every moment of your performance, his chest still heaving. He swallowed, eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Mother above,” he murmured breathlessly. “That was—wow.”

“I’m glad you think so.” You tucked him back into his trousers, noting the shudder that wracked through him. “Now—sleep.”

He pulled you down with him, tucking you into his side, and it wasn’t long before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

And you were shamelessly glad, after all, that there’d only been one bed.

[buckgasms]

Bestie. Babe. What about dom mafia Bucky finds out innocent reader is actually a spy??? Or something like that??? Please omg I’ve been trying so hard to write something like this but literally I have nothing

Praying to my daddy and saviour Bucky Barnes that this is any good for you my sweet @bunnyscraft ❤️

This is my first time dipping a toe into the world of Dark!Bucky so I hope it's ok 🤞🏻 Bucky is narsty in this one but hopefully not so narsty that we don't still love him with our weak sappy hearts!

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, mean Bucky, bondage, overstim (always and forever), reader did a bad thing and now she's gotta face up to it 🙈 gun is mentioned but never used; spanking; spitting and a little bit of breath holding

Please don't read if Dark isn't your thing. I'm not responsible for your content consumption, you are sweetie ❤️

Requests are open

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He had been sitting on this revelation for a week now. It was almost like he was enjoying the pain of your betrayal. That's what Sam suggested after three days had passed since he broke the news of your double cross and Bucky had failed to act.

Maybe Sam was right? He should bring it up, but every time he had an opportunity he looked at your pretty doe eyes and decided against putting a bullet between them.

But no one betrays Bucky Barnes without suffering the consequences. You had to pay the price.

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You had received a text from Bucky, asking to join him in the little summerhouse in the gardens, he wanted you in a pretty little skirt and nothing else. You skipped along happily a familiar tingle in your tummy as you walked past the pool and into the echoey room.

"Hi Bucky" you said sweetly as he let you press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled and led you to a little chair in the middle of the room. "How are you Princess? You feeling ok today" he muttered as you sat and he clicked some restraints around your wrist, then your ankles. He pressed a kiss to your lips and you nodded, not able to stop shivering with excitement as he stepped away from you.

"You recognise that chair babygirl?" He said, leaning against the wall. You looked down and cringed when you saw old, dried blood on the restraints. "This is the naughty chair, for Daddy's enemies" you said, your brow furrowing in confusion.

"That's right baby, this chair is for people who have hurt me, do you understand?" You shook your head as your palms began to sweat. You realised Sam was in the room then and he passed Bucky a file.

In that file held all the evidence of your betrayal. Bucky dropped papers on your lap, with emails you had sent to his rival Brock, pictures of you meeting in various rendezvous, Brock's arm wrapped around your waist and you smiling up at him.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you jerked against the binds. "Bucky... Daddy.. it wasn't - isn't like that... Please let me explain" you sobbed as he stared at you, his jaw tensing in a rage you had never seen before.

He grabbed your face and squeezed until he was almost crushing your cheeks, "this picture was taken last week..." He held up an image of you and Brock at a museum, his hand pressed on your ass, claiming you. "And this message, sent only on Friday, right around the time of our little dinner date, remember baby? Where you told me how much you loved me?"

You cried out in pain, both from his hands and his words. "It's not like that, it's different, please Bucky-". His hand smacked across your cheek and you sobbed loudly, body rattling as you felt true fear pulsing through you.

"I'm your girl, I'm your girl, I do love you, I do" you whimpered over and over, trying to get him to see sense, to believe you. You loved him so much, things had just gotten out of hand, you didn't want Brock. If you could just explain...

He grabbed your face again, forcing you to look at him. "I don't think I believe you, little girl. Think you lie as easily as you squirt on my fat dick. But I know how to get you talking straight don't I? Know how to treat Brock's little whore just right huh? Until she does just what I say?" He hissed at you and you cried more, begging him for mercy, promising your loyalty.

"Bring me the gag, she doesn't need to speak yet and I don't wanna hear another fucking word" he snarled and Sam handed him your pink ball gag, a cruel reminder of all Bucky had given and all that was potentially about to be taken away.

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Thanks to your skimpy attire you were totally at his mercy, something you had been looking forward to before this all began.

He did many of the things you would usually enjoy, but with all the rage and none of the love he usually had. Well perhaps that wasn't strictly true but the rage was definitely stronger.

He pressed a thick rubber cock into your pussy, thrusting it in and out as Sam wrapped his thick arm around your neck, minimising your supply of air, bringing the pleasure in your pussy to new heights. You flexed your fingers as the pressure built, but neither of them relented. You came, eyes rolling and a muffled scream behind your gag and spit drenched your chest. Bucky continued to thrust and he played with your nipples, pinching and pulling harshly at the sensitive skin. He landed slaps to them, to your cheeks and your thighs. He made you count on your fingers, every spank that landed on your aching skin. You lost count after 20, and watched as redness blossomed across your skin.

You stared at Bucky, your eyes praying for mercy, for him to relent. He locked eyes, then spat in your face, thrusting harder and deeper. You came again despite the sensitivity and you thrashed against the binds.

"Such a good little whore hmm? Never keep me waiting do you Princess?" You nodded and moaned at him, tears welling again. "Like being used huh? Like being trained into my little fucktoy?" You nodded again and he laughed. "Does Brock treat you like this? Does he treat you like I do?" You shook your head with vigour and sucked in a shaky breath.

"Let's ask him huh?"

You blinked away tears as Bucky and Sam stepped away from you. You watched as Bucky pulled out your burner phone and tapped on the screen, then snapped a picture of you. You heard the whoosh of it being sent away.

"While we wait for his reply let's get you to that special place in your head huh baby? The place where you can't lie to your daddy?"

You nodded, praying that you could give him the answer he wanted, that your stupid, stupid brain would be able to prove you were his girl. Not Brock's. Not Brock's. Not Brock's...

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It had been an hour. You had watched the little clock on the wall through blurry, tear filled eyes. Bucky had strapped a vibrator to you and he and Sam had left.

There was no escape, no relief, just endless buzzing, bringing you to peak after peak. It hurt, it ached and you cried and still you reached another peak.

You finally heard footsteps and Bucky walked in through the door, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, black trousers straining against his thick thighs. How you would kill to be sat on his lap, his best girl again.

He said nothing as he turned off the device and untied the gag. He hushed you as you began to babble nonsense at him. He sank two fingers into your mouth and let you suck, your mind foggy now, eager to please him. His thumb rubbed at your jaw, easing a little of the pain you felt.

Eventually he removed his fingers and dragged a chair to sit in front of you. "I'm gonna ask you now for the truth, and I swear to god baby, if you lie, I'll put a bullet between those beautiful eyes. You understand me?" To emphasise his point he brought out his gun, and rested it on your lap.

You nodded and leant into his hand as he brushed stray hair out of your face. Your glassy eyes focusing on his piercing blue ones. All you had to do was tell the truth, that was it.

"I want to know how this all started, how you ended up fucking me and Brock at the same time, tell me that sweet thing?"

You nodded and took a shuddering breath, throat aching from the crying and screams. "Was with him before you... Told me to trick you... Said you were bad and I would be helping him... Loved him then daddy... But not now..."

You whimpered and more tears came. He brushed them away and brought your face up to look at him again. "More baby, need to hear more..."

Breathing in again you pressed a soft kiss to his palm and continued. "At first it was easy, just told him little secrets. But then I realised... Loved you daddy, didn't want to trick you anymore. But I was scared. Scared of him and you. So I would see him... Take him some little secret that didn't seem to matter... Kept trying to tell him I didn't know anything, so he got angry. Had to... Had to be a bad girl... Didn't wanna daddy... Told me if I stopped he would tell you... Didn't want that...."

Bucky stood and walked around the room, rage pulsing through every vein. He fucking believed you. He had to, you couldn't lie to him when you were like this. You were his good girl after all.

Brock hadn't responded to the text and word had it, he'd gone underground. If anything that proved you were telling the truth. Brock could bully a silly thing like you, but he was no match for Bucky. He would leave you to take the blame and resurface unscathed months later.

Well Bucky had already sent Steve out to sort that problem. Brock would be dead by the end of the night. You were a different problem all together.

"I'm so sorry Daddy" you cried, your whimpers echoed round the room and your knees shook so hard his gun fell to the floor with a clatter the sound of it making you sob harder. Suddenly your wrists and ankles were free and he pulled you into his arms.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and clawed at his shirt, wiping your messy face into the expensive fabric. He pressed a kiss to your head as you continued to cry until you had nothing left but little hiccups and swollen eyes.

"Hush baby, I know you're sorry" he murmured, fingers running through your hair as his other hand ran soothingly along your leg. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a desperate kiss, his mouth quickly dominating yours. He kissed you hard, biting your lips, and pushing you until you were laid flat out on the cool floor.

He pulled away and hovered over you. His fingers traced over your lips, "who owns these lips baby?" You kissed his fingers and whispered, "you daddy." He repeated the action over your breasts and made his way to you ass and pussy. "Who does this cunt belong to princess?"

You shivered, aching for him, afraid of what might happen. "It's all your's daddy, only for you." You whined again as he unzipped his pants and pressed his cock into your aching hole. "Louder, slut, need everyone out there to hear it, so they know you can be trusted again, scream it little girl."

You obeyed, not really much choice about it. You clawed at his arm as he fucked you, any clarity you had was being eroded away as his cock filled you, creating a bulge in your stomach, with his unrelenting thrusts. "I'm gonna forgive you baby" he growled, "but things have changed now sweetheart, now you gotta make a fucking promise... And if you break that promise..." He punctuated his last sentence with deeper, harder thrusts that made your walls spasm almost painfully around him.

"Well let's say it'll be bad for you... You're mine now, just mine. Gonna keep that pussy filled, mouth stuffed, ass full. You ain't ever gonna know what day of the week it is, where you are, nothing. All you need to know is where your daddy's cock is. Understand me princess?"

You whined and writhed on his cock, desperate to escape the pressure but he didn't let you. "Do you hear me little slut? Do you understand?" You came hard and screamed your consent to his offer, feeling him fill you up to the brim. He still kept you tight on him as he pressed soft kisses to you forehead.

"Good girl, no more tears now, Daddy's got you, daddy's gonna keep you just like this." You nodded and let him kiss you more, returning his kisses, whispering "yes daddy...only yours daddy" in between his kisses.

You pushed at his shoulders, begging for relief, but he shushed you. "Told you princess, this is mine now, so be a good girl and keep still, daddy's gonna take care of you."

[sugarcherriess]

For the 1k headcanon requests (i hope I'm understanding how this works)

Kevin-tbz, soulmate bestfriends to lovers

Sunwoo-tbz, soulmate older brother's bestfriend

Q-tbz, rivals to lovers

(yes I'm slightly in a soulmate phase rn)

Since you didn’t specify a genre I’m gonna make them all fluff bc of the cute tropes 🥹🥹

All three are under the cut!

Soulmate Best Friends to Lovers with Kevin Moon:

I won’t even try to act like the first that that came to my brain after reading Kevin and soulmates in the same sentence wasn’t that one hc about soulmates getting the same birthmark in the same place on their bodies

Now imagine you and Kev being best friends since you were in diapers

It’s been a blissful few years with both of you being ambitious when it comes to love

You’ve dated people on and off, never really finding the one since yk, you both never had the soulmate mark

Kevin on the other hand prefers to keep it low and wait.

Which according to you is incredibly boring

However, one date of yours is a real bust

Like the kind of bust that makes you go straight to Kevins house and cry about love not being real

“I’m going to be 90 and still not have a partner,”

“You should be more worried about your inevitable toothless mouth at 90 thanks to all the icecream you’re eating,”

You stick out your tongue at him and continue to eat your icecream

“Turn around i have to change,” he orders you so that he can change into his pajamas.

The impromptu sleepover was your idea

“And if i dont? What do you have to hide, loser,” you jab at him

And he rolls his eyes but continues taking off his shirt

You keep your eyes on the tub of icecream for the most part

Only accidentally looking over at him once through your tear stricken eyes

And that’s when you see it

Kevin’s fucking jacked

No! Not that!

Kevin has the exact same birthmark on his back as you.

In the exact same place. In the exact same shape.

“Kev…” “hm?” “We’re soulmates,” “of course we are, i can recognise you from the sound of your piss stream–“ “no i mean. We’re /soulmates/ soulmates”

Kevin pauses at that

Then he turns and you explain to him what you just figured out. How you both spent almost half your expected lifetime without seeing your marks and connecting the dots is beyond you

Surely both marks being behind your backs was a huge factor

However it leaves you both stuck to your places

Until you talk it through and realise

You’ve never really been textbook best friends ever.

This new knowledge opens up a whole new pandora box of evident behaviours that made you seem beyond just best friends to everyone

“Guess our friends weren’t lying that we act more like couples than actual couples,,”

Your preestablished chemistry makes this easier to digest. But you dont jump too early into a relationship

You promise eachother to take it slow and see whether or not you can work as a couple

And of course you do

Kissing each other? Going on dates? Adoring each other’s every idea– stupid or not stupid, all of it came easy to you

Gradually you two became a thing

“So are we supposed to act like this is something new” – literally your entire friend group when you two meet up with them hand in hand, finally an exclusive couple

Soulmate Older Brother’s Best Friend with Sunwoo:

Older brother’s bestie Sunwoo?

Sunwoo who adores you and thinks you’re the cutest person in the world?

Sunwoo who’s so so soooo overprotective over you that he even surpasses your brother?

Sunwoo who wants you to join them in every activity and personally comes to your room to check up on you and hang out when he comes over?

Yes to all of the above

You’re absolutely infatuated with this man

Like i mean it

He’s so caring and warm and endearing

And he’s so funny

He listens to you and cares about you

If you ever go out somewhere, Sunwoo would be more high alert than your brother

He would text you every hour to check in

Would ask you whether you’ve had food and hydrated

And would lovingly blackmail you into feeding and hydrating if you haven’t

Would stay up with you on days that you had work late in the night

He would also help you do your homework if you need help!

Like if you’re bored at any hours of the day, you can call him up and he’ll be at your doorstep to take you out for a drive or to lay in and watch a dumb movie

Sometimes it feels like he’s more with you than he is with your big brother

So it’s not unnatural that one day your brother finds Sunwoo in your room and drags him away

“He’s MY best friend, stop hogging him!!????”

But you wont let go

Or so your brother thinks

“Ummmm”

You two don’t know how to explain what the fuck is going on when your brother looks back to tell you to let Sunwoo go.

Would you look at that, a red string of fate connects both your pinkies together!!!!!

And no matter how much your older brother pulls, it would not break!!!

You brother is taking it relatively well than you would’ve assumed

“Sigh, you gotta willingly come with me man. I won’t be able forcefully take pull you away,” he rolls his eyes

You cant even make eye contact with Sunwoo because of how shy you’ve gotten at this newfound intimacy with someone you’ve admired for so long.

“Yeah okay I’ll meet you in a sec,” Sunwoo assures your brother to make him leave

And as soon as he does, Sunwoo’s rushing his way back to you, warm hands grabbing your face as his lips land on yours in a passionate smooch

“I’ll see you later,” he promises and then leaves after his best friend

The later comes only ten minutes after that as he can not help but feel empty when he’s away from you much to the dismay of your brother 😔💔

Rivals to Lovers with Ji Changmin/Q:

Everyone always talks abt dance rivals Q x reader now lets talk about ART MAJORS Q x reader

You’ve been stuck in a perpetual rivalry since college began because highschool might’ve not mattered but this does and you need to be the best is the philosophy you both live by

And you both have to submit a final sculpture by the end of the year

This is your project that will dictate who gets to ride the college’s ass for the rest of your degree with regards to the opportunities on a global scale as well as other benefits

And you need to be the one on top

But then so does Changmin

Its a shame really because you could’ve been such great friends and your collective power of absolute cunt serving would leave others in the dust had it not been for you being forced into a competition with eachother

And its petty, the way you both bicker in every class and in every practical

If you say one thing he says another

If he agrees on one idea you present a completely different one

You two refuse to let the other have the last word and the rest of the study body and the profs are sick of it

So sick that the administration considers it necessary to fix this issue themselves so that this doesn’t negatively effect the establishment’s image

So they plan a trip!

A trip to an art museum where you have to choose a trip partner and use this trip to gather inspiration and brainstorm ideas with eachother

Oh did I mention that this project is in pairs?

And did i mention you two are paired together

The trip begins as usual

Bickering about not leaving enough space on the bus for the other

Bickering about being too noisy

Bickering about being too… *reads scribble on hand* there???

“Can you stop breathing so loud near me?”

“Only if you stop breathing at all,”

Cue eyes rolling from the rest of the student body

However, begrudgingly, you two become civil whilst inside the museum

Both of you are quiet at first

But then you start figuring out that you have so many things in common

Like the kind of art form you’re most passionate about

Your favourite sculptors

Your favourite stroke techniques

The works yk?

Its a gradual process but you two go from not even accepting each others presence for one minute to spending hours holed up in the art room sketching up ideals and laying out plans for your project

During the course of that project you two get more and more understanding

To the point when one of you is always bringing coffee for the other and the other is always offering to pay for food

When its the day of the final display, your and Changmin’s work gets the most praise

And then its time to part

And your hearts ache 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Its a sad sad goodbye

And finally, after several gruesome hours of fighting your egos, you both hit each other up

“I realised we have so much potential as individuals and it would be fascinating to see how much we can reinforce that potential if we work together,”

“Ji Changmin are you proposing to work on the final project together?”

“Yes and.. I also thought we could go get coffee… as a date,”

And there begins the turning point of your venomous glares gettign replaced by heart eyes for each other

The mouths that used to strike each other like spears now locked together in a battle of tonsil hockey

He’s def the type of bf to walk with his hands in the back pocket of your jeans 😤

The End 💘

[fallinforgyu]

I'm don't think I can write the jealous Taehyun at all BUT I can write about what jealous Taehyun would be like in bed

I'm so sleep deprived it's hilarious

I see sex w/ jealous Taehyun going one of two ways, depending on why he's jealous.

If the reason he's jealous is because he feels threatened that you'll leave, it's soft sex, gentle touches, longing glances, he's constantly praising you and telling you how much you mean to him. He'd definitely pepper kisses on any beauty marks, scars or freckles you have, just to let you know he loves every bit of you. I also feel like he's to scared to come, worried that once he does, it may be it for you (ofc you're not gonna leave him but he's an overthinker) when he does cum he's definitely gonna start getting teary eyed. He's honestly so scared to loose you and It breaks your heart to see him like so upset, he ends up just clinging onto you, still a teary eyed mess as he slowly falls asleep in your arms

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND

if you purposely made him jealous, you better pray to god. He's not one to go rough on you, he actually hates it, but knowing you'd stoop so low as to make him jealous on purpose by clinging onto Huening Kai all night? He's gonna make sure you know he doesn't appreciate it. He's already a stressed person, so i don't actually think he'd realise he's being so rough with you. It's like a whole different Taehyun. There's definitely gonna be a few harsh slaps to your ass and his words are filled with venom. "Can Kai fuck you like this?" "You shouldn't be crying, you don't want Kai to know how pathetic you are," "maybe you should have thought about what'd happen when you decided to mess around with Kai," sadist Taehyun ftw. He's honestly just going crazy, edging you for hours on end, spitting in your mouth and on your face. And who's to say he doesn't invite Kai to watch, let you know he knows how bad you've been. Also Taehyun can't help but humiliate you more than you already are by making you help Kai. He's not gonna punish his best friend for something that's completely your fault

-🐈⬛

AAAAAAAAA BOTH OF THESE SCENARIOS ARE SO GOOD 😮‍💨❤️

bc clingy taehyun is a concept that we do not talk about enough. he can be really soft and touchy when he wants to be and picturing gentle lovemaking with him is just.... yeah :') so good :')

BUT ALSO i want him to spit on me and call me pathetic 😩❤️ when tae goes in hard dom mode i think he'd go HARD. he wouldn't stop until you're a sobbing weeping mess </3 and BRINGING KAI IN TO WATCH??? bestie you're a genius 😭😭

[1800-omi]

when you overhear him say he’s dating you only to make his brother jealous.

characters: miya twins

warnings: female reader, swear words

notes: i didn’t proofread besties sorry if there’s any errors 😔👊🏼

Osamu was walking down the school hallways beside his best friend, Sunarin when the conversation came up. They had been talking about school, then from school, they started talking about classmates then from that the subject changed to partners and dating. When Rintarou found out about his friend, he was obviously happy for him, yet he couldn’t help but wonder why his friend suddenly got into a relationship when he hasn’t shown any interest in dating someone for months. So, he decided to ask.

“So,” he put both his hands behind his head, his elbows pointing up, “Why’d ya do it?”

“Huh?” Osamu looked up at him, “do what?”

“You started dating YN so suddenly. It just seems so out of character for you to do.” He replied, “Or maybe my question should be, how you started dating her? Pretty much every boy in school has had his eyes on her at one point.”

Osamu chuckled at the question. “Well, I’ve got my ways when it comes to flirting and all that. As for why I did it,” a smirk grew on his lips as he thought about it. “Alright, listen, I’m only tellin’ you this ‘cause you’re my best friend, okay?” Rintarou nodded, unsure of what to expect next. “I started dating her because I wanted to make Atsumu jealous. He brags to me about girls he meets all the time, about how much his fangirls love him. The best way I could get back to him is if I started dating the girl every guy around here wanted.”

Suna looked at his friend wide-eyed before letting out a laugh, “oh my God, you’re evil!”

The conversation had kept your boyfriend’s attention away from the fact that while he was talking, he was passing your class. Having just gotten back from your lunch break, you did not expect to be overhearing this conversation. You felt crushed, used. You were ready to open up to him, good thing that you never did. As Osamu and his friend disappeared into the school’s halls, you put your hand over the necklace your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend had given you and made a decision. You would not be suffering over an asshole, not this time, not again.

That afternoon, after all the classes were over, Osamu waited for you at the school gates so you two could walk home together. You met him at the school gates, just like you always do. You two went on about your usual conversations as you walked home, homework, exams, family, anything normal couples talk about. You two soon enough arrived at his house, you walked him to his doorstep and instead of giving him the usual kiss on the lips, you decided to speak up.

“Atsumu’s kind of annoying, isn’t he?” you smiled at your boyfriend, he let out a ‘huh’ in confusion before you proceeded. “He’s always bragging about how girls want him, doesn't it make you want to get back to him in some way?”

With that, a frown appeared on Osamu’s face. Realizing that there was no way he could get out of this situation and still get to call you his, he gave up. “Who told you?” a part of him thought Suna had informed you, then again, he was the only one who knew besides Osamu.

“Do you think I’m stupid, Osamu? Honestly, I’m curious. Just how long did you think you could use me for?”

Hearing your monotone voice made him remember just how much you had done for him during the time he was dating you. Hearing your tone made him realise how much he’d lost, made him realise why everyone wanted to be with you in the first place. Most of all, it made him remember why when he first saw you, for a moment, he fell for you too. “Listen, YN, maybe I can make it up–”

“Oh, fuck off! You won’t make up shit.” you grabbed the necklace he had gifted you and ripped it off your neck, throwing it on the grass of the Miya family’s front yard. “You’ll have to find someone else to play your games with because we’re done, Miya. Please don’t talk to me again.” You turned around, feeling as if the heaviest weight has been lift off your chest. You finally feel at ease as you walk out of Miya’s property and make your way home. That day you left Osamu at his doorstep, you left him feeling broken and full of regret. One might say you left him the way you first met him.

Atsumu had told you he would be going out with his teammate Ginjima that day, what you hadn’t had time to tell him is that you would be going out to the town too.

He walked around the town’s shopping centre with a bubble tea cup in his hand, looking around the various stores. “Did ya know YN actually loves this place?” By the tone of Atsumu voice, it was clear to Gin that Atsumu was about to start another one of his annoying rants. “She always likes coming here with me. She says she likes the atmosphere. It’s classic girl stuff, I guess. Shopping and all that.”

“I don’t blame her, to be honest. There’s some really cool stuff ‘round here.” Ginjima replied, hoping that he would end Atsumu rant like that.

“I guess. She’s kinda annoying sometimes, always dragging me around to do stuff with her. I mean, I didn’t even start dating her because of me, y’know?”

Ginjima looked at Atsumu, what the fuck was he talking about? “No, I don’t know, Atsumu.”

“Oh, well, I actually started dating her because Osamu has a crush on her.” He admitted it so shamelessly as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say, as if he did it every day. Gin didn’t know what to focus on, the fact Atsumu’s playing with this girl or the fact he’s hurting his twin brother’s feelings with it.

“Atsumu, you fucking–”

Ginjima was interrupted by your voice, you had greeted Atsumu and him as you grabbed Atsumu’s arm, smiling up at him. He wasn’t sure where you came from, whereas Atsumu, on the other hand, could recall you had been behind them and they hadn’t noticed until you talked to them.

Atsumu wasn’t sure whether you had heard what he said about you. His heart was beating a little quicker as he opened his mouth to reply. “H-Hey Yn! I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“Yeah, sorry about that! I forgot to tell you, babe.” You kept on smiling, putting Atsumu at ease. He let out a sigh out of relief, convinced you hadn’t heard them. “What were you two talking about?” You continued.

Before Atsumu could say anything, Ginjima answered for him, “Osamu has a crush apparently. Atsumu decided to tell me his secret like the horrible brother he is.” Gin wasn’t entirely sure why he decided to lie to you, but he wasn’t going to pass on an opportunity to blackmail Atsumu, was he?

“Don’t say than Gin! ‘Tsumu is a great brother and boyfriend!” you exclaimed, making Atsumu even more convinced that you hadn't heard him.

And with that, the went on continued normally. The three of you wandered around the shopping centre before eventually deciding to split up, leaving you and Atsumu to walk home together. He had invited you over to his house, saying he's home alone this weekend. As you entered the house and sat on the couch there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. After your boyfriend sat next to you, you finally spoke up about what had been bothering you ever since you saw him at that mall.

“You know that you’re an asshole, right, Atsumu?” he turned his gaze at you, surprised. “Do you have any idea–”

Feeling the need to make up an excuse, Atsumu interrupted you. “Listen, babe–”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” you slightly started raising your voice, “You know, I’m glad that you got to go around and tell all your friends about how much of a player you are! While I was busy being called a slut and a whore for dating you!”

“What? Who the fuck was calling you a whore?”

“Your fucking fangirls, Atsumu,” you said his name with such disgust in your voice, and he noticed. “And you would've fucking known if you ever cared enough to listen. I guess I don't blame you for never listening, then again, I was just a little game so that your brother would get jealous.”

“YN, hear me out here, ”

“No, Atsumu, there is nothing for me to hear. We’re done, we’re over.” You weren't sure whether there was anything else to say to him, you didn't want to argue with him either.

“Fuck you, Atsumu Miya,” you said as you got up and stormed out the door.

At that moment, Atsumu had just shaken his head and continued about his day normally. He knew you would found out eventually, so he has promised himself he wouldn't become attached to you. What he didn't know is that he has broken that promise the second you had first kissed his lips, every time he saw you walking down the hallways at school he felt his heart slightly ache, as if it was becoming smaller. When he saw you blushing as his twin brother confessed to you under the big cherry blossom tree at the school’s backyard, he felt the same feeling. Now when he sees you holding his brother's hand, he still feels the same, hurt, aching, and as if his regret is ready to drown him.

reblogs are appreciated <3

[sunfire-forever]

Punishment time

Pairing: The Boyz Juyeon x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Tags: smut, dom!juyeon, sub!reader, oral (receiving + giving) , 18+ , bondage, swearing, teasing, just extremely filthy

Summary: Lee Juyeon, oh that troublemaker. He is your best friend's extremely hot roommate who acts like a nice guy during the day. But when the night appears, he takes the mask off, turning into a beast and leaving all girls who come in his room a whiny, screaming mess. This is the story of how you became one of those girls.

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It was just another day at your best friend's Eric place. You've known each other ever since he moved to LA and after 6 years of friendship you were sad to find out he'll move back to Korea. He was always so sweet and kind, you two knew everything about each other and you used to miss him a lot. Luckily, when you decided to move to Seoul to improve your Korean language skills, you were glad to see him again. You were besties and he was even like a brother to you. Yet the problem here was not Eric. It was his new roommate. His name is Lee Juyeon. Since you were learning Korean, you knew his name meant "main character". The name itself already gives a very bold statement, yet you would never have imagined it would be to this extent. Okay, let me put it this way: You know how in every university you will have these obvious looking attention whore fuckboys. The charming but dangerous ones? When you met Juyeon... He didn't seem like such a guy. Not until you got to know him better.

You remember the first time he appeared while you and Eric were making ramen for lunch. He actually looked like a very nice and polite guy. He wore an ironed Lacoste shirt and basic jeans - he actually looked like a guy with class. One time even his parents came to the apartment and he would act it all out like he was the most rule abiding, lawful son there is. So, what was the matter then? It is those secrets that you only found out because you were Eric's bestie. When the night came down, a new Lee Juyeon would be born.

Every night you spent watching a movie with Eric or just casually chatting, you would hear questionable sounds coming from the room next to you. You never had the courage to talk to Eric about it, but he also must have heard the intensely loud moans and screams coming out his room. The goodie two shoes Juyeon during the day became a sex monster during night. You never saw "the action" but you often met his one night stands with extremely messy hair, makeup smudged everywhere looking like they've just went through 10 orgasms. The truth is, they probably have.

To be honest, you always wanted to experience how it is. All these girls looking like that made you jealous. They made you envy what they had. You wanted to taste him. You wanted him to be the reason why your makeup is smudged as well. You wanted him to fuck the shit out of you and make you not be able to walk for days. Your sexual desire kept on increasing and increasing every day when you came to their place and you visited a lot. Did Eric know about this? Not that you were aware.. I mean you've never felt romantic feelings towards Eric but you were always the one to change the topic once he mentioned Juyeon. You were too embarrassed to reveal the true you to your best friend. At least before THAT happened.

It was just another morning at Sohn and Lee residency. It was a weekend and you slept over again on a couch. You expected to sleep a lot but then a very loud and irritating alarm woke you up. It was not your alarm, it was Juyeon's. It was 8am in the morning and you wondered who it can be. You looked at the phone and you saw "Mom is calling". You would not bother if you also haven't seen 20 other messages from her saying "Lee Juyeon!! It's an emergency, pick up". What could it be? You thought that you should hurry up and give him the phone. Yet you fogot all the other circumstances.

You thought he is still sleeping. It was 8am indeed. Yet, opening the door of the room, you didn't expect to see this view: It was Juyeon laying on the bed and not one but 2 of girls laying on top of him giving him a morning blowjob. You froze to death and dropped the phone. His mom was still on the phone, though.. The "loudspeaker" button turned on and you could hear Ms Lee calling him and asking if he is there while in the background you could still hear his moans reacting to the blowjob not being aware of the call because of the pleasure from those 2 sluts in his bed.

You just stood there at the entrance of the room not knowing how to react. You froze to the instance of seeing him naked, of seeing these girls as well - it looked like a porn movie live. Yet a milisecond later fear started to take over your body as you realized his mom is hearing her son's moans live and you fell on the floor starting to hang up the call. But oh, it was too late. His mom's voice became louder and he understood what was happening. Those two girls started screaming and his face turned red as if he's about to explode from anger and embarrassment.

You not being able to deal with the situation ran outside their apartment and took the first taxi home. How should you even react to this? How should you even explain the situation to Eric? You just wanted to give his phone to him so he can talk to his mom, you would have never expected for everything to turn out like this...

Many weeks have passed since the incident and that was the last time you went to their place. You met Eric of course, but it was always outside - in restaurants or parks. Eric was understanding, honesly the whole situation was extremely funny to him and he always teased you and laughed about it. Yet you were extremely embarrassed about it and avoided going to their place because you couldn't manage to see Juyeon again.

But then, a situation happened where you just needed to visit again. You finished your meeting with Eric at 8pm and went home from the restaurant. Yet on your way back home, you realised you left your phone charger with him, since you borrowed it to him during dinner. You immediately texted him and agreed for you stop by quickly at 10 o'clock for you to take it. He said you should just ring and he would know to open the door so you can avoid the possibility of meeting Juyeon. So right after you headed to his apartment and rang the bell. The door opened. It was not Eric Sohn in front of you.

"Um, is Eric here?" you asked, looking straight into Juyeon's dangerous eyes trying to act like everything is alright. He didn't answer but took your wrist and leaded you in the apartment. "Eric told me he will here at 10" - you said. "10am not pm, baby."

"Now you're all mine", Juyeon continued. Shivers went into your body. You didn't know how to react. Juyeon let your arm go and you wanted to open the door and run away again, yet the door was locked. And then you heard the click with which the lights turned off, the small night stand lamp being the only source of the light in the room.

"Is this what you are looking for?" - said Juyeon, holding the apartment key in his hands. You came closer trying to snatch the key from him. He hates you anyway, you just wanted to leave it all. On the other hand, the surroundings made you feel weak. Him swrling of keys with his enormous hands made you remember how long you've dreamt of those hands choking you. Him looking at you with the smirk made you remember how bad you wanted him to ruin you, just like those other girls you used to see every night.

And that day, you gave it in. Despite of everything, you could not resist how much you were actually attracted to this man. He was the source of your wet dreams, those dreams that you've always waited to come true. You decided to be brave and you took a few steps in front. You are a strong woman after all. He watched you surprisingly not even stating a word until you were only an inch away from his face. His daze was still as stroking and intense as before, but now you were so close to him you could feel his bulge getting harder and his breath getting faster and more delicate. "You were a very, very bad girl, y/n. You know that, right?" he said, his lips being literally a millimeter away from yours. You moved your gaze from his lips to his eyes, realizing he expects an answer from you. You just nodded slowly and tenderly.

At that very instant, it's like the past was forgotten. He dropped the key on the floor and used those hands to pull you in to the most delicate kiss you've ever had in your life. With every second, with every touch, you knew this guy was hella experienced. His lips were like made for yours. His kisses were desperate. They were angry and they wanted more. He licked your lower lip slowly looking you straight in the eyes, which was the most irotic scene you've ever experienced. "Do I have the permission to ruin you, kitten?" he asked. "Do whatever the fuck you want with me, Juyeon" you said in breaks from the burning hot makeout session.

He easily took you in his arms, just like you were made of feathers. Your lips did not split up to the moment he got you in his room and slammed the door behind him. He brought you to his bed and slowly paused. The room was in the complete darkness, but the streetlight from the outside was shining directly to his face while he was looking at you below him. He looked beautiful, he looked ethereal. Not breaking the eye contant, he started taking his belt off. Afterwards, instead of throwing it on the floor, he took your hands and used the belt to tie your hands to the poles around his bed.

"Punishment time starts, love", he said, while raising your skirt and literally ripping your underwear. From the gentle tone he started acting rougher and rougher and rougher. His fingers went into your core and he smirked after the realization of how wet you already were for him. But like literally how couldn't you - it was Lee fucking Juyeon! His fingers worked wonders and you were so sensitive to his touch. Simultaneously he also left kisses at every sensitive spot you had. The neck, around your earlobe, later moving to your nipples, sucking them mercilessly. His hands continued focusing and going around your clit. You were flabbergasted. As if he knew your body better than you. The moans and breaths filled the room while you drowned in pleasure. Not much later your body started uncontrollably shaking followed by the most powerful orgasm you felt in your entire life. You were sweating so much, laying below him on cloud 9 while Juyeon watched you feeling satisfied.

He still had all his clothes on, though. You felt like you owed him pleasure as well, but he was patient to wait. Because he didn't finish with you yet. He got closer to your face and when you expected him to touch your lips again, he started going around your lips, kissing everything except the lips themselves. He was such a tease, oh my goodness. These lips then continued lower to your body up to the point when his head was between your legs. He took both of them in his hands and started doing magic with his tongue. Still not completely recovered from the previous orgasm, another wave of pure, severe pleasure took over your body. Since your hands were tied up, you could not do anything except scream and swear his name, which he seemed to enjoy a lot. Soon your 2nd orgasm hit you and you were just a shaking, screaming and sweating mess.

"Juyeon, let my hands go", you bursted. "I need to touch you, please". You felt the urge of giving it back to him, the reciprocity law focing you to pay him back. After he let your arms free, the real game started. You've never felt so much chemistry with a person before. You stayed in his room until 5am and you two couldn't take your hands off of each other. After feeling him completely thoroughly inside you, it's like he left a spell on your body which made you addicted - to his touch, to his lips, to his cock, just to the way he made you feel. You did it on the bed, on the floor, in the bathroom as well. He knew extremely well how to lead you and you just went along. You made sure he felt good as well, deep throating the veiny monster he had, which made him whine and turn you on even more.

After your multihour long session ended, you had so many thoughts in your head. You felt filthy, you felt like you betrayed your dignity, but on the other hand oh damn it felt so good. You had no idea how you will explain this to Eric, but now you couldn't think about it. Juyeon took the blanket hugged you from the side holding your hand. He started massaging your knuckles and came closer to your ear. "How did it feel, babe?", he whispered. "Ah Juyeon, I don't know what to say", you answered, not knowing how to express your state of mind and body.

"I'm glad you could take it all you deserve.", he continued. "Next time, I'll allow Eric to join too. Now that we know that you're like us, you are ready to meet the other side of him, too."

[clouds-rambles]

Cloud dearest,

Around about a year ago, I came to you and gushed about my crush. I then said he was dating someone and kind of disappeared.

Well let me give you a little update.

It turns out, my guy and his boyfriend broke up sometime around April/May-ish because they realised they really weren't more than just friends.

We vibed. We vibed for the rest of that school year, with him sitting with me, talking, sending eachother all sorts of tiktoks and getting into heated philosophical debates about this and that.

Summer. We talked all through that. He sent me a tiktok involving chess one time and I told him I actually didn't know how to play chess. He was shocked because "I seem like someone who would be great at chess". I was feeling bold so I said he should teach me, and he took it seriously! We met up in a coffee shop, he bought a chessboard, and he thought me how to chess, in a way that my late grandad would be proud of (he also tried to teach me and I simply could not remember each piece, and then he died so I never got the chance to try to learn again). We've played chess many times since and I've even won a few matches!

After summer, school started again. He stole my phone many times, took bunches of the goofiest selfies on it. We started talking more, about just this and that, just random things. He started asking me more about myself and my personal preferences. We started going out to play chess, just because, more. And somehow the flirting got so intense (?), I guess, because the whole philosophy class started asking if we were dating, or if we were friends with benefits, because "there is absolutely no way you two are just friends!"

December rolled around. Now, let me tell you, both him and I are Christmas fanatics. He asked me out to town because he wanted to pick out outfits for eachother, because that's apparently something we just do nowadays. Unfortunately, the weekend coincided with plans I had with my family - we were dressing up the tree - so I just invited him over to that. He attended, met my family, loved them, they loved him, it was a very nice little Christmas moment.

He had invited me to the German Christmas market before I got him to dress my Christmas tree with my family. We linked arms, "to not get lost", then started holding hands. "Because I like you," he said to me at that. I asked in what way, and he said I'll find out later. I told him I like him too, and when he asked in what way, I said I think he already knows.

I went to his house, met his family, and watched The Polar Express with them. We chilled, cuddled in eachothers arms in his room. I pet all of his cats and his dog, they all loved me! Let me tell you, we basically were dating then. He said I looked uncomfortable, ducking my head in his attic bedroom, so he invited me to the bed and I lay between his legs, staring at the ceiling for two hours before we headed downstairs to watch the film. His family are very nice, by the way, and I think they like me.

He kept being like "wish I was cuddling someone right now" and so I spontaneously asked him to come over for new years eve, because the plan was that I was supposed to stay alone with the dog (because she's terrified of fireworks) while the rest of my family went out to a party. He agreed! And we were going to cuddle and watch movies and then celebrate midnight and it was going to be nice.

Unfortunately, I got ill at Christmas and then infected my mom and so they all stayed home and didn't go to the party. I told him this and he still decided to come (because my family are nice apparently)! So he came over! And we cuddled in my room! And he somewhat kissed my neck (bestie let me tell you, embarrassingly, neither of us have had our first kisses yet and neither of us know what we are doing or how to kiss because there is a very complex theory to all of this and is just really goddamn hard!) and it was all nice and great until my mom decided to fry fish. The smell of fried fish made him feel really sick. And so he went to my toilet and threw up and spent a good while in there and I was concerned and my mom was really sorry and felt bad but my crush felt really bad too because he 'ruined' the night which I really don't think is true. Anyway. I ended up giving him his phone so he could call someone to pick him up and take him home. I sat on the bathroom floor, he was sitting on my toilet. He was really embarrassed and upset but ended up laughing anyway because "it's always the things you really want to go right that end up going wrong!" He wanted to officially ask me out and kiss me at midnight. He was sick, and he believed it was so unromantic and gross, but he was dead set on asking me today so "if everything went to plan, would you-" "YES!"

So, today, on new year's eve, on the bathroom floor, I got asked to be my two year crush's girlfriend officially! And holy shit does it feel good! We didn't kiss because he threw up and that's just gross. But I did spend half an hour comforting him and telling him he didn't ruin anything and that it's not his fault. I love him. I love him holy shit I love him so much! He went home at 9, didn't last till midnight, didn't carry out his midnight plans. But we are dating! Officially!!!

Apologies, I got progressively drunk while writing this because ✨champagne✨ because ✨happy new year✨!

My boyfriend (I can officially say that and it feels absolutely great!!!) has left before 12 so now it's just me and my parents drinking two bottles of champagne and I am absolutely drunk off my ass. Anyway I am very very very happy! Holy shit. Two years. Two years of pinning, mutual pinning from a certain point, and finally here we are, after the single funniest (most embarrassing for him) asking out story ever, we are dating!

Cloud I am so happy! Cloud I am turning into my friend who got drunk and started talking exclusively about their girlfriend. Cloudddddd!! I have a boyfriend! I have a BEEEEE EFFFFF! (I will absolutely call him my BEEF at some point because I saw a meme one time and it's all I think about). I have a boyfrienddddd. My crush. My crush actually liked me back and now we're dating and that is absolutely insane and I am very happy!!!!!!!!!!!

Love, joy and understanding,

Me, drunk off my ass on champagne and love <33333

nonny i think this is the single most wholesome way for your crush to end up, i’m so happy for you <333

happy new year to you and your new boyfriend :)

[h0rnyshakespeare]

Matcha Tea

Request: Heyyyy I don't know if you take requests anymore if you don't just ignore this <3

Could you do a fluff jirou x momo oneshot where jirou is in highschool and before Christmas she kind of realises she likes momo and then confesses to her on Christmas and momo accepts and they start dating ??

Thank you <33

Have a nice day (^-^)

Pairing: Kyouka Jirou x Momo Yaoyorozu

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Jirou is bi and Momo is lesbian. That is all.

“Oh no,” Jirou muttered to herself, pausing her songwriting. “No, no, no, no, no.” She looked at the page. There, in her handwriting, were the lines:

I wonder what she smells like, maybe matcha tea?

I wonder if she’d ever wanna be with me?

“Shit, shit, shit,” was all that was going through her head as she reread what she had written. For Jirou, songwriting had almost become a method of expressing herself in the truest way possible, often without even realizing it, like now. As much as she had denied it, there was no escaping the truth anymore.

“I like my friend. Who’s a girl. My friend.” Jirou almost wanted to laugh, the situation was too cliche. She had always subconsciously known she was attracted to Momo, but she had constantly pushed the feeling away. It did not help that her brain decided to realize this today, just a day before Christmas. Jirou knew Momo would be spending the holiday at her home with her family. “I mean… do I need to tell her? Ugh, if I don’t it’ll bother me the whole holiday. Dammit,” she sighed to herself. “Hey bestie!” Mina yelled, bursting in without warning. Jirou panicked and tried to hide her notebook when Mina peered over her shoulder. “Oooo, whatcha writing?” “Nothing, geez Mina, learn how to knock.” “Okay, okay, now show me the new song!” “I’m not done yet,” Jirou said, her face turning red. Mina smirked at the sight of her friend blushing. “You wouldn’t have happened to write a love song, hmm?” she asked, snatching her book. “Hey, Mina! This is an invasion of privacy!” Jirou protested, trying to free her book from the pink girl’s grasp and failing. Mina flipped through the pages until she came to the last one which was written on. She read the lines Jirou had written, her smirk growing wider and wider. “Ohohoho, Jirou, baby… you have a crush on someone, don’t you?” Jirou snatched the book and looked away. “Shut up.” Mina laughed. “It’s ok, girl, I got you. Are you gonna confess?” Jirou sighed. “Ugh, I don’t know…” “Well if you want to you’re gonna have to be quick because after the Christmas party tomorrow almost everyone will be gone.” “Argh, I know, and it’s gonna kill me if I don’t do something about it but I really don’t want to do anything but at the same time I do?” “Hmm, you’ve got it bad,” Mina hummed. “Hey, do you want my hel-” “Oh god no,” Jirou shuddered. “Mina, I love you, but I think I’ll handle it on my own.“ “Whatever you say,” Mina shrugged. “Oh, you should totally confess tomorrow, though! At the Christmas party!” “I’ll think about it,” Jirou replied to satisfy her matchmaker of a friend.

Tomorrow came too soon. By the time Jirou had gotten to the living room, Momo was already there, looking so beautiful that Jirou nearly gasped out loud. “Oh, hey Jirou,” Momo smiled at her warmly when she saw her. “Uh, hi,” Jirou replied, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck. ”I like your turtleneck.” “Thank you, it’s a designer piece from my mother,” Momo replied. Jirou chuckled at her response. “Of course it is.” “You look great too, Jirou,” Momo said, her compliment causing Jirou’s cheeks to heat up. “Ah, um, thank you,” she said, looking away. “Argh, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to take compliments.” Momo chuckled, the sound making Jirou’s heart soar. “It’s fine, I guess we’ll just have to compliment you more often to get you used to them. Jirou became flustered over Momo’s words, making her fall over her words. “Um, so, Momo, I actually wanted to talk to you about something-“ “Momo! Could you come help us?” Ochako called from the other end of the room, where somehow someone had managed to nearly knock the Christmas tree down, and now the self-called ‘Dekusquad’ was trying to keep it from falling. “Ah, I’m coming! I’ll be right back, Jirou,” Momo said, rushing over.

Jirou turned around to see a sheepish-looking Kaminari. “It was you, then?” “Shut up! Me, Sero and Kirishima were just messing around and we bumped into it.” Jirou sighed. This was not going to be easy.

Jirou tried several times that night to speak to Momo, but something always managed to interrupt them. She knew as the vice-president of the class, Momo would be busy. She just did not expect her to be that busy. It was almost as if the whole universe was against her revealing her feelings. “Maybe I should just drop it,” Jirou thought to herself. “It’s been too much trouble anyway.” She made her way to the kitchen to grab a cup of chocolate while the others went outside to play in the snow. “Jirou?” Momo’s voice called out, causing Jirou to nearly choke on her cocoa. “Momo? I thought everyone was outside…” “They are, but I noticed you weren’t with them, so I came back to look for you,” Momo said, pushing back a strand of black hair that had fallen out of place. “Oh, um, I’ll be there in a sec, don’t worry,” Jirou replied. “Ok then, see you,” Momo smiled, making her way to leave. “Wait, Momo!” Jirou called out, then cursed inwardly. ”Yes, Jirou?” Momo looked at her expectantly. “Well, this is it,” Jirou thought. ”I… just wanted to tell you something, um, which is kind of hard for me to say, and kind of embarrassing really,” Jirou chuckled nervously, running her hand through her hair. Then she straightened herself, and looked directly at Momo. “I like you. More than a friend.”

Silence filled the kitchen for a few seconds. “You… like me? Romantically?” Momo asked. “Uh, yeah. You don’t have to accept my feelings or whatever though, I’m fine with just being friends-” Jirou stopped rambling, realizing Momo was right in front of her. She stiffened as Momo briefly pressed her lips on her cheek. Jirou looked at her, euphoric but at the same time confused. “Momo?”

Momo flushed and looked anywhere but at her. “Look up, Jirou.” Jirou did so to find a sprig of mistletoe hung above them. ”I, um, I like you too, Jirou,” Momo said softly, smiling shyly at her. Jirou grinned happily, holding Momo’s face in her hands before bumping her forehead on hers and asking, “Can I kiss you?” Momo nodded, her cheeks tinted red. Jirou closed the distance between them, and all she could think of was how she no longer had to wonder whether or not Momo smelled like matcha tea.

[goofyhoffy]

CHAPTER 2

Fanfiction : My First Kiss 'just a kiss'

Genre : best friend to enemies to lovers! Roommates au! Classmates au! Romcom.

Pairings : Taehyung × reader

Word limit : 2.06k

Warnings : fuckboi, bestie bad words, private talks, best friend sharing sex life, abusing, angst, misunderstanding, bullying, kissing, smut, fluff, explicit, student life, dirty talks, wet dreams, hitting on, making out, Dom,sub, yandere.

Summary : you shifted to a new city for your best friend Taehyung. He's your bestie since birth. You admitted to his school where you find life difficult. Taehyung being a fuckboi and you being is bestie he shares everything with you even his sex life and moves. But your character is far more different from him. You always looked for your comfort person. You dreamt of spending time with your future partners. Even you're in high school you haven't kissed anyone as you want to secure your first kiss for your special one. What happened when Taehyung seized the chance from you of your first romantic kiss!

Series: a drabble fanfiction of 3 sets.

Author note : this one is so emotional and romantic , so look forward to read it. I hope you'll love it. Finally, after reading give me your help full opinions. Love ya.

Chapter 1 ∆ CHAPTER 3

MASTERLIST

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You walks up to him and straight up slap him in his golden cheeks.

Slapping your bestie feels so bad, you felt the worst person in this planet. Your anger and frustration towards him still didn't left from your heart.

Taehyung getting slapped with your bare soft hands. He got thrilled. You slapped and left the venue. But eventually you feel someone grabbed your hand so hard. As you expected it's Tae. He was standing with his hand grabbing yours and the other hand holding his delicate cheeks you just slapped. You frowned.

"What was that?" Tae arrogantly asked.

"A slap to remember you that you're nothing but a stranger to me from now." You screamed.

"How dare you?" Tae squeezed your hands.

"How dare you to kiss me?" You eyed.

"Seriously, for a kiss you would slap your bestie" Tae sighed.

"It's My First Kiss" you emotionally acknowledged.

"It's just a kiss". Tae sighed.

"You were my best friend." Your voice broke.

"I still am. Still your best friend." Tae said.

"No, Tae. That's not how things happen. I told you hundreds of time that, I'm not like you. I can't makeout with anyone like you do. I have higher expectations and hope for my First Kiss. But you ruined it." You screamed.

"But you kissed me back." He too screamed.

"I don't, I don't know. It's just happened."

"See, you kissed me back but still reacting like a fucking slut. Don't be emotional virgin,____"

"Shut up, you fuckboy. See yourself. A fucking boy who can sleep with any and every girl across the door. I'm not like you, Taehyung. Maybe your dick fits for everyone but not for me. I never thought that you'll do something like this to me. I was your bestie." You bashed for him.

"What? Think before you speak,____" Tae sighed.

"Why will I? When you never even think about smashing your worst lips on mine? Huh." You said.

"I can't. You're the meanest. Actually your lips taste the worst. You don't even now how to kiss. Huh, how would you even know. You're a emotional Virgin. If I didn't kissed you, nobody in your entire life will do. You should thank me. Poor Virgin." Tae chuckled devilishly.

Hearing those cruel words from Tae. You just broken up. Those tears can't resist to drop themselves from your small pearl eyes. You never thought that your best friend can think that about you. Each and every word he speaks you remember word by word. The known loved face of Tae looked devilish to you now. He was not the same anymore. People change so do he. He turn to devil, who even can hurt their own people. You remember why you even here. It was all because of Tae who needed you. You were always there for your best friend. But he was never there. And he was the one who hurt you the most.

You can't let a word fall out of your mouth. Your neck was feeling pain out of caught your tears back. You don't want to face him anymore. Just want to go away from his gaze. His presence even stinks. He feels like a complete stranger to you. Out of anything you want was someone to tell you what is wrong and right. But your own friend was a traitor.

You still can't processed how things got runied between you. It was only second day of your staying with Tae, and you both already at the verge to broke up. The fight turns into a rival. You never have such a big issue or fight with him. Back in the old days, he always supported, loved and cared about you. But now at the school, he totally treat you like a new nerd girl who's hitting on him. So much things are going on your mind. The presence of your first kiss, the betrayal and the acting a stranger all from your own best friend.

"Huh! Don't fucking cry like a monster. Speak up, my toxic friend." Tae frowned.

His words makes your heart ache more and more. You can't stand to him. You wanted to slap him untill death. He was like a enemy to your eyes.

Without any response you shed off your tears, took a deep breath. Took your books from the library table and left the place.

Taehyung is deeply affected by your presence. He had never seen you like this. He somewhere immaturely annoyed by your response. The slap still leaves a mark on his cheeks. He deep down know that it's all his fault but his ego stops from accepting that. He only knew that you were overreacting and nothing. A kiss never can be compared with a slap. Best friend do this shitty things but the fight turns to Rival. Now, onwards he only know one thing she was his enemy and nothing.

You took your bagpacks from your classroom. And left the school. You stroll down the unknown street. The school, roads, place and your best friend seems stranger. You don't know where to go. For a second you thought of leaving your school from Seoul to go back to Daegu. But you promised Taehyung's mother that you would not leave him in the half way. You decide to stick to him but he wasn't your best friend anymore. But he was, no he still is. Might be you were little too much to response harshly. But he need to apologize to you first. And you were not gonna talk to him anymore.

Taehyung when came to classroom and can't find you anywhere, he got that you skipped the school. He was worried about you, after all you knew no one there. It was completely unknown place to you. But he know his way of finding where are you. He checked your snap location and at his surprise you were already home. He got relieved but still want to realise you that you were wrong to slap him.

You gone home as no other option was left. Did your homework and some self study. And missed your old Tae a bucket. Cried for hours over the same boy. But your strong will power helps you to organise yourself more. Took a fresh shower and done your hair and skin care.

Lying on the bed you were checking your social media. At your surprise you see something that broke your heart again. Tae posted a photo with his school friends and captioned it "far from the toxic friendship. Best day to get to know about real colour of people." You were so annoyed. You deep down know that he posted it for you. Tae intentionally posted to mock you. You were like does he thinks that you were toxic, he want to end friendship so he should tell you early. Such a asshole he was.

You know you have to call him, to tell him that he don't deserve you. That he was wrong to take away your first kiss. You called him and as expected he didn't received. You called him again, he received.

"You asshole." You screamed.

"What? What do you want now?" Tae arrogantly said.

"You fucking don't deserve a bestie like me. Your sarcasm is not a joke. You think you would mock me and I'll ignore it. Huh." You frowned.

"I see... So, how was my post. You like it. I love the caption so much. It's best to ignore toxic people like you." Tae devilishly grinned.

"Just fuck off with your poor fake gang Kim Taehyung. I even don't give a fuck. I hate you." You declined the call.

You screamed across the lungs that you can't with this boy.

°

Thinking all those think you drifted into sleep. You woke up to some weird noises coming from living room. And it's of screaming some girls. Felt weird that who was gonna scream like a monster at that time. That was barely late evening. As you were moving closer to living room the noises turns to moans. And as expected it was none other than your fake bestie Taehyung.

"What the heck? " You screamed.

"Oh my god. Who's she?" The girl screamed violently.

Taehyung turns to you and let out a deep sigh.

"_____, you're here again. Get off your ass. We're in a moment." Taehyung continued.

"Why in the living room? Don't you have two big bed rooms of your. Don't stain my yellow couches with your c-" you were cut off in the middle by the girl who covered herself with Tae's shirt.

"Shut up. Just go. Babe, we should go to your bed room."

"We can have sex anywhere and everywhere in this house. It's my fucking house,_____. Understood. Now, go." Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"I'm here too. As a roommate, I don't like this. Now go to your bedroom." You sighed.

"You are a bitch,_____. And you know that. You just ruined my mood." Tae frowned

"Babe we can start again, let's make your mood. So, where were we-" the girl said.

"You, please shut up. Take your clothes and fuck off." Taehyung sighed.

"But babe we ca-"

"Get out, slut." Taehyung directed the girl and she wear her clothes finally leaving you two alone.

A deep silence surround you both. None of you were starting a conversation. You were standing at the living room's door and he was sitting at the couch with his hand on the side chin. His dark brown eyes pierced yours. It was like he gonna kill you straight with his staring. You try to hide from his gaze but can not. He got up and grabbed your hands.

"What do you want?" His firm slow voice cut through your ears.

"Huh! I was ... Just asking to be at your bedroom." You stumble.

"Why you slapped me? Is kissing is an offense?"

"For me it is. You have totally changed."

He grabbed your hands and pinned you across the wall leaving enough space to breathe.

"Leave me. You're embrassed of me! Aren't you?" You sighed.

"Embrassed of you? Why?" Tae asked .

"You call me a little nerd in front of your friends. Why? You're treating me like you never knew me. I'm shocked to see such changes. I know I'm not cool like you nor I'm good looking like you. But still you would not talk and even humiliate your best friend in front your school friends. I'm your child hood friend, Taehyung. Mind it." You speak your heart out.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung speaks with his most delicate voice. He never believe that you have think to much just within a day. This was not what he was expecting.

"No, I'm not. I'm here for you but still you are ignoring me. Calling me slut, humiliating me and doing everything a best friend shouldn't do." Tears rolled down from your eyes. You can't anymore hold that back. Your eyes got puffy with tears. Your heart sink because of Tae.

Without any response Taehyung hugged you. Pressed you in his huge warm body. His hands patted your small head and back. But still you were crying.

"Stop crying. You misunderstood me. I'm sorry." Taehyung sighed.

"Please, let me explain you everything. I'm not ignoring you. It's just if I tell everyone that you're my bestie then they would see you as a person like me. I don't want you to be like me. I just wanted that you would make your own image as you wanted in your new school. I want you to be the best in the class and not like me who's always known for having girls around. I... I'm sorry." Taehyung explained.

You hugged him back and even cried more that his shirt got all drenched.

"No. Don't talk to me." You murmured.

"I'm apologizing. I really like you." Taehyung sighed.

A moment of silence between all those words make you stumble. You were still hugged by your best friend who just confronted his feelings to you.

[imagineyourworld-old]

Just Friends

Poe x Genderneutral!Reader 

Summary: You were tired of denying the assumption that you were dating your best friend, so you finally gave up. But what happens when Poe finds out that you’re supposedly dating? 

Warnings: Maybe a slight bit of angst, but mostly fluff 

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Though you couldn’t see him you knew it was Poe who was standing behind you. It wasn’t the familiar smell of grease and rain and something you could only describe as Poe that gave him away, nor was it the sound of a suppressed laugh, it was the way you felt. His presence made you feel like no one else’s, safe, happy, loved. Poe felt like home.

“Good morning, sweetheart”, he whispered in your ear before he wrapped his arms around you. You leaned back into his embrace until your back hit is chest and just a little further.

“Morning, handsome”, you replied, which earned you a soft kiss on your cheek. You hummed in content as you felt the contrast of soft lips and rough stubble on your skin.

“The two of you are sickeningly sweet, did anyone ever tell you that?”, Rey, who you had been talking to before Poe turned up, asked. Poe, whose nose was now buried in the crook of your neck, simply nodded.

You had actually heard it quite often, from friends and strangers alike. Usually the statement was followed by the question how long the two of you had been together, which was usually the moment your smile dropped. Because you weren’t together, you and Poe were simply friends. Affectionate friends, but that was just because you knew each other all your lives, you had grown up together after all.

“I need to go, I’m late for a meeting with Leia”, Poe whispered against your neck. You turned around in his embrace, causing your faces to be closer together than they usually were. A blush crept up your neck and you hoped that, due to the close proximity, Poe wouldn’t notice it. 

“Then why did you even come here?” 

You felt him shrug rather than actually seeing it. 

“I wanted to see you”, he simply said. 

Before you could reply, or even properly process what he’d said, Poe pressed another kiss to your cheek and left. 

Slowly you turned back to face Rey, who had an amused look on her face, an all too familiar look. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, but no words came out. 

“I know I’ve told you before, but you can talk to me”, she said. “How long have you been dating?”

A groan escaped you before you could stop it.

“I know I’ve told you before”, you mimicked her words. “But we’re just friends.” 

“I know I’ve told you before”, Rey grinned. “Just friends don’t hug and kiss like that, just friends don’t tell go out of their way to see each other for just a few seconds and just friends don’t look at each other like that.” 

You loved Rey, you really did, but she couldn’t keep a secret to save her life, so you couldn’t tell her what was running through your head, through your heart, at her words. Yes, Poe was an affectionate guy in general, and yes, he was especially affectionate with his best friend, but you weren’t like that. Sure, you hugged your friends, you sometimes even kissed your friends on the cheek like Poe did, but you didn’t mean it like you did with Poe. You loved your friends, but you didn’t love them like Poe. It had taken you years of failed relationships and denying to come to terms with the fact that you were in love with your best friend. 

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“Whatcha got there, buddy?”, Poe asked the little droid, who had a single red flower carefully tied to his antenna. 

A couple of beeps and boops told the pilot that it was a gift from his best friend. 

“From (Y/N), really?” 

He smiled at BB8′s affirmative beep. Carefully he untied the flower and lifted it to his nose. He had no idea what kind it was, but it smelled sweet and fresh and made his heart beat just a little bit faster. 

“Either someone is trying to get on your good side or you and (Y/N) finally admitted your feelings.” 

At Snap’s comment Poe lifted his head from the flower. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, he said, even though he did. He knew he wore his heart on his sleeve and anyone could probably tell how he felt about you, anyone but you that was. 

“I really don’t know what the deal is with the two of you. Are you in a secret relationship or something?” 

Maker, Poe really was getting sick of telling people that the two of you were just friends. It’s not that he didn’t love being friends with you, your friendship was sacred, but uttering the those two little words added cracks to his breaking heart every time. 

“You know we’re not. We’re -” 

“- just friends”, Snap added the familiar words. 

Poe twisted the flower in his hand. Maybe one day, after this war is over, he could take you somewhere, maybe back home to Yavin IV and tell you how he really felt. 

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“Truth or dare?”, Rose asked. 

Everyone focused their eyes on Finn. 

“Dare?” It was more of a question than a statement, though he really didn’t have anything to fear from Rose, neither her questions nor her dares were ever too harsh. 

“I dare you to...”, Rose looked around, clearly trying to come up with something. Finally her eyes landed on a certain golden droid in the distance. “I dare you to ask C3PO to explain to you the different dialects of Huttese in great detail.” 

Finn groaned, but he stood up and walked over to the droid regardless. 

You took another sip from your glass while you watched. While 3PO seemed enthusiastic Finn’s face was a mixture of forced interest and regret. Next to you you heard Rose laughing. 

Finally Finn returned, having finished the first dare of the evening. Everyone in your small group, consisting of Rose, Rey, Snap and Jess clapped. 

Just a fraction of a second later he looked straight at you. 

“(Y/N), truth or dare?”

“Truth”, you answered without a moment of hesitation. 

A smile spread across Finn’s face. 

“Are you and Poe a couple?” 

Your first instinct was to reply with a sarcastic “a couple of besties”, but you knew that wasn’t the answer everyone was expecting, nor was it the answer they would believe. Ironic how in this case a lie was more believable than the truth. 

“Yes.” 

The second the word left your lips you regretted it. Maybe the alcohol was to blame, maybe it was the fact that you knew your friends would not believe the true answer, maybe you said it because it was the answer you wanted to be true. No matter what, the others starting cheering and shouting as soon as you said it. 

“I knew it!” 

“Since when?” 

“Finally!” 

“About time!” 

They were all talking at the same time, making it impossible for you to tell who said what. 

“Jess, it’s your turn”, you said in hope of making your friends forget the lie you had just told. 

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“Poe, I’m glad you’re back”, Finn greeted his friend. 

The pilot simply nodded. He had been flying for hours after finishing a tiring mission, and though he was glad to see his friend, all he really wanted was sleep. 

“(Y/N) is in some sort of meeting, but it should finish soon.” 

At the mention of your name Poe lit up. Up til now he hadn’t even realised how much he had missed you in his short absence. 

Finn seemed to notice the change in his behaviour, at least judging by the way he grinned at him. 

“I can only imagine how happy they’ll be to have their boyfriend back.” 

Poe, who was already on his way to the door, stopped and turned to Finn. 

“What did you just say?” 

The other man simply smiled. 

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, (Y/N) came clean and told us you’re together.” 

Poe’s heart stopped before it started beating rapidly. Surely Finn must have misheard something. Maybe he was talking about another (Y/N), or maybe you were dating someone else, though the mere thought seemed like a punch to the gut. 

“What?”, the pilot asked again, this time in a hushed voice. 

Confusion overtook the happiness on Finn’s face. 

“We were playing truth or dare a few days ago, right after you left for your mission, and when I asked if the two of you were dating (Y/N) finally admitted that you are. Though they refused to tell us anything else.” 

Now it wasn’t just Finn who was confused. Why would you say that? Did that mean - Poe didn’t even dare to finish the thought. For years you had ignored his flirting, his hugs and kisses and “I love you”s, there was no way you felt the same. 

“I have to go”, he whispered, not sure whether Finn actually heard him and, quite honestly, not really caring. He just had to talk to you. 

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The second the door opened you got up from your spot on the edge of the bed. You had been waiting for Poe to come to his room for almost half an hour and now the moment of truth had come. 

Usually you would run up to your best friend and greet him with a hug and a kiss, or he would sweep you off your feet and pull you close, but today the two of you just stared at each other. 

“I need to talk to you”, you finally said. 

Poe took a step towards you, he was hesitant and you hated the uncertain, almost scared, look on his face. 

“Talk.” His voice was lower than usual and he didn’t meet your eyes. Suddenly it dawned on you, he must have already heard what you did and he was mad, disappointed. After all you had been through, this might be the moment your friendship, the most important relationship in your life, was at its end. 

“I was asked if we’re dating, yet again, and I was just tired of denying it. No one ever really believes the truth anyway, so I just said we were and I’m so, so sorry.” 

Though you had stepped closer to Poe and were now only centimeters apart you didn’t dare to reach out to him. 

Poe just nodded. He didn’t say anything, didn’t look at you, didn’t touch you. 

“I understand if that makes you uncomfortable and I’ll tell everyone that I was lying. Please forgive me, please don’t be mad.” 

You hated the way your voice trembled, hated the fear that Poe might be mad at you, he was never really mad at you. But most of all you hated that even if he forgave you, there now was no way he didn’t know how you felt. And while Poe, who was brave and funny and clever and the handsome, might want to be friends with you, there was no way he’d ever want to be more. Deep down you knew that, but that didn’t make the certain rejection any easier. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, Poe met your gaze. 

“What if you don’t?” 

Maybe it was due to nerves, but you couldn’t make sense of his words. 

“What do you mean?” 

You heard Poe taking a deep breath before he stepped closer to you, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of him and his breath on your face. 

“What if you don’t tell them that we’re not together? What if we ... actually were together.” 

His last words were more of a whisper than anything else. 

The uncertainty and fear in his expression were replaced by a look you knew all too well, hope. 

Slowly, softly you placed one of your hands on his neck and buried the other in the soft locks you had run your hands through so many times. 

“If we actually were together I think we’d kiss”, you whispered as you leaned closer. 

You didn’t know who closed the small gap, all you knew was that you felt his smile against your lips. 

It was a chaste kiss, more of touching of lips than an actual kiss, but it sent of a mixture of fireworks and butterflies in your stomach anyway. 

“If we actually were together I would tell you that I love you”, Poe whispered. He leaned his forehead against yours, your noses almost touching. 

“I love you too”, you returned the words you had said so many times before, but this time giving them a new meaning. 

“You do?”, he asked. 

Instead of an answer you pulled him closer until your lips met his in an actual kiss. A kiss that was soft and conveyed years of unspoken feelings, years of missed kisses and a promise of the years to come. 

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“What do you mean they only just confessed their feelings?”, Rey asked BB8 in a shocked tone. 

The little droid repeated his previous beeps. 

“I’ve got to tell Finn!”, she exclaimed before jumping from her chair and hurrying out of the room, BB8 right behind her. 

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This just popped into my head and even though I have more than enough to do with my uni work (and the other imagines I am working on) I just had to write it down. 

Please excuse any mistakes, it’s almost midnight and I have more coffee in my body than water. 

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Hey bestie,

Hope this ask finds you in abundant happiness and health. Coming to the point, I want you to break my and several other hearts so, I'm gonna request from the angst prompts. Prompt no6

Please don't let me loose you. You never had be in the first place😭😭😭

I'm a heartless bitch. Come on throw bricks at me. 😭

Not mine

ANGST PROMPT NO. 6- “ please don’t let me lose you “ “ you never had me “ | TW- HEAVY ANGST | HURT/NO COMFORT |

@thebusyfangirl, you are to blame for the hearts I'm breaking including yours too.

He stares into the fire as if he was watching his heart burning in that blazing fire waiting for it to be completely burnt out or maybe he was watching his cold heart unfreeze then catching fire once and for all as if there never existed a time when his heart wasn’t cold. He sees his lips, he sees his mouth, he sees his eyes, he sees his heart, he sees him but he doesn’t remember the time when he changed so much. He saw him when he’d come back from work, and he’d see him when he’d cover their naked bodies with sheets and never talk about it, he sees him, he watches him too much that his heart starts to ache to think about the old times when there always existed a bubble of laughter, a neat smile, a clean hair cut, a boy who hadn’t forgotten what it was to live, to love, to be loved. Now he was not more than doll left abandoned on the roadside getting dirtier and dirtier, started to getting disliked by everyone but Harry had hope, he had hope that one day he’d see his Draco again, the one he fell in love with but as every day passes, with every call that Draco makes to call Harry to his place for nothing but sex, he feels like he is in a losing battle. He remembers about the time before he had left, the way he’d make Harry breakfast in bed, the way he’d remember how he liked his coffee, the way he used to run around the entire house chased by Harry because he ate his chocolate, he remembers his smile every morning when he’d look in the mirror while brushing and kiss Harry purposely to leave toothpaste over his face, he remembers his giddy smiles, he remembers those manicured colourful nails, he remembers his smile when he’d wait for Harry to open his present, he remembers his reactions when they’d wake up on the Christmas morning and when they would give each other the gifts and Draco would topple Harry grinning, he remembers his face when Harry would give his sweatshirts for him to wear, he remembers when Draco used to smile when he used to grin when he used to be someone who loved Harry, when he used to care.

It had been 5 months since Draco had returned back after having run away to somewhere unknown claiming he needed some time to figure out after a huge fight with his father, Harry had said he’d wait for him but he didn’t want to wait for the guy who returned. When he first came after his getaway and he had come back to Harry’s place, Harry had hugged him, then snapped at him but he remembers vividly the distance he had maintained, how he didn’t seem to care about anything, not even the yelling. He had waited for Draco to give up his facade the first week, crying to him, shouting at him to care just a little bit but 1 month after when he was tired of fighting, he understood that perhaps really didn’t care enough and when he said suddenly one day that he’d moving out so casually Harry had yelled again asking about what about their relationship, Draco had simply shrugged. He only watched as Draco started wasting away in drugs and weeds and intoxication and hooking with different people, he watched him corrupt himself until he knew he couldn’t bear to see him like that and had ended up with Draco in bed, he remembers feeling uplifted thinking that maybe something would change now but the moment Draco had stood up to go smoke in the balcony, leaving Harry alone in the bed, he knew Draco was gone. The man he saw, who smoked, who hooked up with people, who remained unemployed, who disgusted his friends now, he wasn’t the same man Harry had promised himself to wait for.

It was now as he was sitting before the fireplace, the robe hugged tightly to his chest as he thought about the heart of Draco he had once owned. He sat there thinking of everything, tears brimming his eyes for all the lost moments, for himself, for Draco, for everything they had built together now nothing more than just a memory. Their love was stronger than the rocks, Draco had once said but now it was his heart that was as hard as the rock. He thinks about the night he had with Draco before this, fucking in bed with groans of nameless moans, and hymns of saying incoherent words and the way Draco had shifted immediately as soon as he was done, Harry had remained very still gazing at the ceiling above him, he didn’t feel it he realised, he didn’t feel the regret, but he felt the pain, the way his heart started aching for touch that was unrequited, he wanted to turn to Draco like he had done million other times in his life but his heart broke when he saw in the mirror by his left that Draco had turned his back to Harry. He didn’t fall for this man.

He thinks of the time when Draco had told him he loved him and promised that he would Always love harry. He wondered if it held any meaning to him anymore. He likes to think that Draco is still there, the one he fell in love with, he knows somewhere that he's watching him from a distance and maybe wants to break free again but doesn't know how to but that was before tonight. It had been so long since Harry had been searching underneath those eyes for his Draco, the one he wonders if still exist but either Draco had perfected the art of facade or maybe In his time away he had actually changed so much that he refused to be who he was.

Harry stares into the fire, his feet turning cold, but he just stares and stares until he realises he feels something wet over his neck, he brings his hand to his neck and realises he's crying. Pity the tears pouring for something as such, harry thinks but now he can't seem to stop them, he cries a lot of his nights away, he spends most of his time this way before he knows Draco wakes up and he leaves as if he never came there but what more could he do than cry. His friends told him to leave Draco alone and to let him return to his senses whenever he feels like it but it hurts Harry to even think of a possibility where he's healing and Harry's not there , his heart hurts to think of the time when Draco is breaking down and Harry's not there to pick him up, his heart hurts to even think of Draco struggling alone but he was warned that he was hurting himself but he'd look at Draco being distant, smoking in the balcony and he'd think of how the hurt would be worth it if he ever got his Draco back, if.

He doesn't hear the footsteps coming but when Draco comes and sits next to Harry, he's startled.

" I thought you'd had left, like every night " Draco said in a husky voice. It was the smoke, harry just knew.

" I was about to" his voice came out broken and Draco immediately turned to look at Harry properly.

" you were crying " it wasn't a question but a statement, like he knew, like he had known all this time, like there was never a time that he didn't know.

Harry didn't reply.

" why do you do this to yourself if you're hurt ? Why don't you just leave " Draco says.

Harry almost shrugged, opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

" stop doing this to yourself " Draco said.

Harry turned to him, he gave him a small smile " I'm waiting for you "

Draco smiled. But Harry frowned knowing Draco didn't smile anymore, he doesn't. And then as a cold air brushed inside the apartment through the open window, Draco disappeared like ashes. A hallucination, Harry figured.

He doesn't remember falling asleep on that couch but he remembers when he woke up in the same couch with a note set on the table.

" get yourself out of the apartment before I get there "

Harry threw the note in the empty fire place, changed into his clothes and left.

He came back again that night, they Hooked up again, Draco turned away again and the night repeated itself.

The night repeated itself for so long that the day the hallucination turned real he couldn't find it believable.

" why are you doing this ? Why?" Harry weeps

Draco shrugged looking far ahead out of the window " I just- don't care anymore, about anything "

" but you do care.. about everything" his voice broke

" No harry, I don't. Don't you see it. I don't even care about you anymore, I keep doing this to you over and over again, every night and you keep coming back and I don't even care " Draco replied so casually.

Harry frowned in disgust, in annoyance, in ignorance, he didn't fall for this man " why did you stop caring ?"

" I don't know" there was a pause in his voice as his eyes just shred down just a little, so his cloud before his eyes has scurried away for a second.

" you used to care " Harry cried.

" I can't help it anymore " Draco replied.

Harry stared and stared at Draco for as long as he can remember until he had heard Draco speaking up again.

" You should go. I don't want to do this with you anymore-"

And instead of snapping at draco, he found himself begging" please, don't let me lose you "

Draco turned to Harry, his jaw clenched " you never had me in the first place, Harry "

Maybe he was right, he didn't have him, he didn't have this Draco who'd say something like this to harry, he didn't have this Draco who didn't care anymore, he didn't had this Draco who didn't love Harry. He never had this Draco but he likes to think that he had him, if only for a little while but he knew he didn't. Harry knew in those moments that he had already left, the Draco he loved was lost, somewhere wher Draco had gone to and left him there, perhaps in a safe place, In a pandora box away from the world because it was too precious. He was gone.

And he had walked letting Harry fetch himself out.

This was not his Draco. This wasn't his Draco.

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