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autisticlancemcclain · 8 months

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One Saturday morning, as Keith and Lance descend the stairs on their way to the kitchen — as Keith practically carries a still half-asleep Lance, that is — Marcela whips towards them, points a scolding finger in their direction, and says, “I am tired of checking in on you two at night and seeing my son, sprawling over half the bed, while poor Keith clings to the edge. No more.”

Keith’s heart drops to his toes, pounding all the way down. His ears billow out and then fade slowly, like someone turned the volume down. He feels like a beyblade someone just spun and dropped onto the pavement, dizzy and sharp and sparking, trembling to a stop. For several horrifying moments he’s convinced that this may very well be it, and he’s shocked by his own surprise. He’s usually so prepared for the eventual end of someone’s affection, for the patience to run out, for the boot to kick him on the way out the door. It’s startling to realise how far he’s let his defences drop with the Esposita-McClains.

Dangerous.

But then Keith processes the entirety of her sentence, hears past “I’m tired of” and “Keith” in the same sentence. He sees her narrowed eyes and chiding finger and playful exasperation pointed at Lance’s guilty grin, not at Keith, and he realises she is exasperated by the fact that Lance takes up the whole bed every night Keith sleeps over, not that Keith sleeps over at all.

He unclenches his fist from the hem of Lance’s shirt. He’s not sure if Lance does it on purpose, but he leans farther into Keith, and the pressure helps ground him, helps him breathe again.

“I really don’t mind,” Keith mumbles. He keeps his eyes averted, unwilling to meet her knowing ones. “Lance isn’t that bad.”

Marcela snorts, ruffling his hair as she walks by to set the milk on the table. “Please, Keith. He’s a nightmare to sleep with and he knows it. He had to have those little toddler rails on the sides of his bed until he was seven years old because he kept falling off.”

Lance makes a noise of protest at the embarrassing anecdote. Keith smiles, patting his back slightly.

“He does drool.”

“And kick,” says Lance’s older sister Veronica, ducking into the kitchen to grab an apple. Rachel, his other sister, is right behind her, and she pipes up too.

“He also grinds his teeth!”

“And mutters freaky things. He said he was going to curse me once.”

“Oh, yeah, and there was the deal with the sleeping sitting up!”

“And there was —”

“Alright, girls,” Marcela interrupts, leaning over to hold down the hand Lance has clenched around a fork before he has a chance to launch breakfast at his sisters. She looks to have intervened in the nick of time, which makes Keith smile into his cereal. “Let’s not make your brother homicidal.”

Both girls leave the kitchen snickering. Lance’s face promises revenge. For their sake, Keith hopes they find a way to lock their room door, but somehow he doubts it. A part of him is intrigued about whatever scheme Lance will inevitably rope him into.

“I really am fine, though,” Keith repeats once calm has returned to the morning again. “I once had to sleep in a home that usually had more kids than beds, so Lance’s kicking is a significant improvement from a sleeping bag on the kitchen floor.”

He hadn’t meant for his comment to be upsetting. It wasn’t great, sure, but he’d had a roof over his head and food to eat, and he’d only been there for a couple days. The whole situation was funny in hindsight, hilarity inherent in the absurdity of his neon green sleeping bag next to the magnet-covered fridge, and that’s how he’d meant the comment. A joke.

But Marcela looks horrified, and Lance leans over to rest his head on Keith’s shoulder and wrap their hands together, and Keith realises he’s most definitely made a mistake.

“Kidding,” he tries anyway, but the damage is done. The determination in Marcela’s eyes becomes even more apparent, and she nods twice as if reassuring herself. Keith could kick himself.

“Be ready in twenty minutes,” she says resolutely. “We’re going out.”

———

In twenty minutes they’re in the car. Lance almost has his voice back by then, too, which is great, because Keith feels like he’s going to lose his — he’s expecting a fancy air mattress, really. At most he’s expecting to be delegated to his own space in the pull out couch or something. And even that is more than he ever thought he’d get. It’s not that he doesn’t think he deserves it, or anything like that. He knows that some of his living situations have been less than ideal, in the past few years.

But he…he’s not part of this family. He’s not supposed to be, anyway. He’s someone Lance dragged home someday, someone Lance latched onto and then everyone else seemed to follow his example. Keith knows his current foster family gets a cheque for an amount he’s too afraid to find out every month. He knows the state government pays people to home and house and feed him because no one else will. That’s how it’s been since that’s what it had to be.

He cannot understand what logic has inspired Marcela and Lance and all the Esposita-McClains, really, to home and house and feed him. He doesn’t understand.

He’s not expecting a forty minute drive to Ikea. He doesn’t understand why so much is being extended for him. He’s not expecting the determination in Marcela’s face and the way she holds Keith in one hand and Lance in the other, tightly, as if both are her children, until Lance whines and pulls himself free to come hold Keith’s other hand, as if he’s the commodity.

Keith doesn’t understand.

This is not how things are supposed to go.

This is never how things end up going. Not ever in a million years or even less.

“We should get a bunk bed!” Lance says excitedly, pulling Keith out of his thoughts and in a random direction. Marcela squeezes Keith’s hand once and lets go to allow it, stepping to the side to grab on of the boxy blue shopping carts.

Lance brightens even further when she brings over the cart, hopping onto the end of it and gesturing for Keith to do the same. Keith looks at the cart, then at Lance, then at the wheels, then at the total lack of space beside him, and imagines Marcela hitting the tiniest bump as they cram onto the little ledge and then them going flying.

He wisely chooses to walk over and grab the handlebar next to Marcela. She extends her pinky to rest next to Keith, which makes several emotions that he refuses to identify rise up in his throat.

“Let’s maybe consider our other options,” Marcela suggests as she pushes the cart farther. “You remember when we stayed over at your primo’s house when we first moved? You hit the ceiling every single morning because you could never remember that it was there. I don’t think bunk beds are for you, mijo.”

“And the toddler rail thing,” Keith adds. He’d meant it seriously — Lance has genuinely fallen a few times and Keith has had to drag him back up — but Lance huff-laughs in the way that he does when Keith teases him and he’s annoyed that he finds it funny, and Marcela straight up laughs. Keith meets Lance’s eyes and smiles to soften the unintentional dig.

“Fine,” Lance laments, dramatically leaning backwards on the rail. “We’ll just get boring normal beds I guess. Ooooou, we should get some bookshelves! Then Keith has somewhere to put all his nerd things.”

Marcela turns the shopping cart so quickly it screeches and nearly flings Lance right off, speeding towards the shelving area. Keith hurries to keep up.

“Excellent idea, Lancito. Bribing him to stay for longer. You’re so smart.”

Lance preens. Keith looks rapidly between them both, trying to find the joke, but there isn’t one. They, genuinely and truly, want to redesign Lance’s entire room to entice Keith to stay. However much it will cost, and Keith knows it will be a lot, they are doing more than what is reasonable to ensure they (not just Lance! All of them! The household!) can spend more time with Keith.

It’s baffling.

Try as he might, Keith simply cannot find a motive. He watches, gobsmacked, as Lance and Marcela hem and haw their way through the biggest furniture outlet chain in the world, comparing sturdy wooden shelving and colourful bean bag chairs and dorky spaceship themed beds, redesigning a whole room from scratch.

He startles out of his thoughts at Marcela’s beckoning, walking over to the display table she and Lance are illegally sitting at (there is a giant FOR VISUAL DISPLAY ONLY sign on it that they have ignored), half hunched over her cell and a pad of paper. “Keith, rojo, come here. We need you to sketch out the basics of Lance’s room so we know what fits. Marco is measuring the walls and everything right now. Don’t worry about anything that’s already in there, I think we’re taking it all out to paint it anyway. You like blue, right?”

Keith swallows roughly. He does like blue. He’s never painted his own room before.

“Yeah,” he manages, finally squishing down next to Lance on his chair.

Following Marco’s directions, he sketches out the foundations of the bedroom, marking the big window and weirdly narrow door and closet that Lance never uses because he has it piled full of stuff he doesn’t use but can’t bring himself to give away. The sketch is then used as a sort of map as they wander around the outlet, holding it up to various pieces of furniture and assessing how they would fit. It takes Keith some time, but after several hours of Lance’s energy and Marcela’s excitement, Keith starts to get hyped.

“Gasp!“ Lance says out loud, because he is a dork. He reaches a flapping hand over to Keith’s without looking, slapping him on the shoulder several times before finally managing to grip onto his sleeve. “Keith! Keith! Look!”

Keith squints in the direction Lance is emoting at. “A couch,” he says slowly, trying to figure out what warrants the intense excitement.

Honestly, it might be the couch. Lance got super excited about bar stools, earlier, so anything really goes.

“No no, farther!”

Keith squints harder. “The countertops?”

“Farther!”

“The…vases?”

“No! Farther!” Finally Lance gets frustrated enough to step behind Keith, gently pressing his palms to Keith’s cheeks and guiding his head in the right direction. “Now squint really hard and get excited with me.”

Keith tries. He sees grey blobs and says nothing, allowing the silence to speak for him.

“The stuffies, Keith! They’re sharks and hippos! Mama, Keith needs glasses.”

“I know,” she says at the same time that Keith says “No, I don’t.”

They stare at each other for several moments.

“As soon as you’re on the insurance,” she says levelly.

“I will feed them to a creek,” Keith promises.

He has never been this stubborn to Marcela before. He didn’t even mean to. If he had known he was going to say it he would have kept his mouth shut, but the words kind of bubbled out of him. He waits for her eyes to harden, her shoulders to square, for the annoyance to become evident at his insolence.

But she only snorts, leaning over to flick him on the forehead. “I got Marco to wear them. I got Lisa to wear them. I got my mule of a husband to wear them. If you need them, you will not out-stubborn me, toro.”

Keith shrugs. If she’s that hellbent on getting to know him, she’ll learn, he supposes.

By the time the time they break their intense eye contact, they realize that Lance has already wandered off towards the stuffed animals, and hasten to follow him (he gets lost easy). Lance is already halfway into this big bucket, digging for something specific.

“This is for you,” he says when he finally unearths himself, handing a hippo to Keith. “Smaller than the others, like you, and the fluff is a little matted but it’s softer than the others. The shark is for me because it was stuck on the hippo like I’m stuck on you.” He playfully checks Keith’s hip, giggling at his own joke, but Keith’s eyes are totally glued onto the wonky little hippo plushie in his hands. He holds it loosely, afraid of crushing it, and stares intensely at the matted fluff on the one side, the tangled mess of the little poof at the tail. He tries three times to swallow and fails each time, lump in his throat taking up too much space.

“We’re too old for stuffies,” he finally manages. He gives himself away by how tightly he holds the soft things in his hands.

Lance snorts. “Yeah, well, you’re a massive dweeb, so I think we’re fine.”

“I think they’ll be wonderful additions to your room,” Marcela says with finality, and that is that.

———

By the time they make it out of the maze that is Ikea, pack up the car, and set out on the ride home, it’s well after eight thirty. And Keith isn’t a baby, and neither is Lance, and they have a later bed time than that, but…

They’ve been walking around all day. There has been a lot of expended energy.

They’re tired.

Keith remembers being finagled into playing double-o seven with Lance in the back seat. He remembers losing. He remembers poking Lance in the cheek as he yawned just to hear him squawk.

He remembers nothing but the feeling of Lance’s warmth pressed against his, after that, and the seatbelt digging into his neck, and the numbness of his legs. Then he remembers nothing until he felt the familiar bump of the Esposita-McClain driveway, until he cracked open his eyes to see that they were home and closed them quickly again, hoping he wouldn’t be made to get up, still mostly asleep.

“Should we bother setting up the new beds?” comes a whispered voice, deeper and male.

“No, no,” comes another, higher and softer. “They can sleep together for tonight. You take Lancito. I’ll take Keith.”

He is awake enough to feel soft fingers brushing through his hair, then jostling, then heavy breathing beside his ear and the swaying of being carried. He falls fully asleep again against Marcela’s shoulder, leaning his weight onto her fully, forgetting to keep awake for the walk to their room. He stirs slightly again as he’s set down onto something soft, as he feels the familiar tug of Lance’s finger’s against the fabric of his shirt, the sound of his slow breathing.

“Goodnight, estrellitos,” comes the same whispered voice from earlier, and it’s the last thing Keith remembers before he slips away into sleep.

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ushiwhacka · 1 year

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time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,446 words | established relationship, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), rough sex, size kink, body worship, aftercare, wakatoshi fucks your face because he loves you, ok <3

a/n: i'm so sorry if you've seen this before! i accidentally deleted my original post so yeah oops.

it’s the way wakatoshi introduces you to his teammates and coaches. his hand resting gently on the small of your back, protecting, reassuring. the silk of your dress crumples around his fingers as they dig into your flesh. a reminder that he’s thinking of you, even as he’s spent the last ten minutes discussing serve techniques and tactics. it’s the way he pulls out your chair and lends you his palm in support as you stand up. it’s the way his eyes become softer when he looks at you. little tender moments enough to start a spark deep in your belly.

at first, it’s just a gentle warmth, the intertwining of fingers, a tug of the sleeve as you pull him closer and lean into him. but he looks so handsome in his suit. and he smells so good as he dips his head down, his nose brushing your hair as he tells you how beautiful you are, how incredible that dress looks on you.

warmth grows into searing heat and touches turn needy. nimble fingers squeezing around the thickness of his arm, tracing the ridges of hard muscle. then moving down to his thigh, playful and light, running along the inside seam of his pants, moving up up up, until his hand wraps around your wrist - an unspoken that’s enough.

need grows into impatience, lips brushing his ear as you whisper saccharine words, syrupy sweet and sticky. but toshi has an irritating amount of self-control and your attempts at seduction are met with gentle pats on the head that feel condescending.

but everything has its limit.

“i want to rub my pussy all over you.” he swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and his jaw clenches as he turns to look at you. “i’m already so wet. wanna feel?” you hold his hand in your lap as you look at him through long, dark lashes. yes, even his self-control has a limit, and he’s toeing the line. and he knows it’s been crossed when he feels the constraining tightness of his slacks.

minutes later you’re dragging him through empty corridors, checking every door until finally, one opens to reveal a tiny closet. it’s dimly lit and filled with mops and brooms, but it will do. you pull him inside the room by the tie, then keep tugging it down until your lips meet his in a rushed kiss.

“we should go home.” he doesn’t pull away.

“but we can’t,” your hand curls around the bulge of his chubbed cock, “you’re so hard.” oh, he knows. “you should let me take care of you.” people will notice your absence, his teammates will have an invasion of questions. but all his doubts falter and shatter in the grasp of your soft hands.

so wakatoshi lets you push against his broad chest, inhaling sharply as the backs of his thighs meet a worn-out wooden cabinet. his lips never leave yours. his hands on your neck as he tilts your face towards his. but then you’re moving down again, trailing sloppy kisses down the column of his neck, leaving the collar of his white shirt stained with lipstick and sticky gloss.

he leans against the cabinet, long legs bent at the knees and then there’s you kneeling between them. biting your swollen lips as you make quick work of his belt and zipper before pulling his pants and underwear down as far as they will go.

you wrap both of your hands around the base of his cock. it’s so imposing, intimidating even. and you’re never quite sure how you manage to fit it… anywhere, really. so heavy it hangs in your hold.

but it’s also really cute when it gets all flushed and weepy. “hi baby!” the blush spreads from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears. he can’t understand why you always have to talk to it like that. “aww so leaky,” you coo, “i think you want attention, hmm?”

you kiss along his length, leaving more faint lipstick marks behind. his teeth grind against each other at the feeling. he needs more. and you know it, but you love to tease, love to see him squirm in your grasp. you nuzzle your cheek against the velvety skin, looking at him all doe-eyed. “it’s so soft,” your voice a tender mewl.

he has to look away from you for his own sanity. but it’s really to no avail because this - the delicate material of your dress draping over concrete, innocent words a contrast to the lewd way you’re toying with him - is an image now burned into his brain. and then there’s the creeping realisation that he likes this. he wants it.

“just use your mouth,” his voice is strained and hoarse, words clawing their way up his throat, “please.”

no. you bury your face in his balls instead. tongue flat, lapping and sucking on the sensitive skin before tracing the thick vein on the underside of his cock. then running the weeping tip over your lips that turn glossy with his precum. and finally, finally, you wrap your lips around it, whimper a little as you suckle on it.

your mouth is so warm, so wet. and his breaths catch between his ribs as you slobber on the fleshy head, his hands gently holding your face. cheeks hollowing out, your spit mixed with the taste of him dripping down the side of your chin.

toshi’s knuckles turn white as he grips the wooden edge of the cupboard. and whiter still as you move down the length of his shaft. your lips stretching around it. and you look at him, eyes blown with lust and welling with tears as he hits the back of your throat. he thinks he might just cum at the sight of you, so pretty on your knees, so pretty with your mouth full of his cock. barely even halfway in and already struggling as you try to swallow around the girth of it.

he doesn’t mean to but his hands find their way to your head. fingers tangled in your hair and gripping at the roots. he can’t help how his hips buck all on their own. you feel so good, so divine and he can’t hold back the groans that rumble in his throat when you look at him like that, when the only sound he can hear is you gagging on his size, when he sees your spit dribbling down the valley of your breasts. you feel so good that he doesn’t even realise he’s fucking your throat raw. your nails digging into the meat of his thighs, sure to leave angry, crescent marks. but he’s never felt a pleasure so intense, so consuming that it clouds his mind and makes him relinquish all control over his body. it’s instinctive and primal, this need to feel more of you. to surrender to you.

his thrusts turn faster, erratic. and he’s growling out a string of warnings. “i’m- i’m close. i’m close.” but his hands never leave their place on your head and he buries himself inside your throat completely as he finds release. his cum thick and warm, too much to swallow as you sputter around him.

beads of it pool at the corners of your lips. and you’re still catching your breath as you drag your thumb across your mouth and then between your teeth to collect those last few drops.

his head is thrown back, chest heaving and brain fuzzy. swiping a hand through his hair, damp with sweat and sticking to his skin. his state a testament to the power you hold over him. then he’s reaching out for you, every praise that he can think of bubbling in his chest.

but all that comes out is an almost stern “come here.”

wakatoshi helps you to your feet and holds you close to his chest as gentle fingers wipe away the mascara staining your cheeks. then he drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders, smoothes the lapels over your chest, envelops you in the scent of his woody perfume. and a few stolen moments in a mouldy broom closet feel something like worship in his arms.

one hand holding yours while the other rests on the doorknob. “should we go home so you can rub your pussy all over me?” it sounds very different covered in the deep rasp of his voice. and you feel the burn of embarrassment in your ears and the need to hide your face in the creases of his shirt.

“wakatoshi,” you squeal, “you can’t just say that to me!” a deep breath. “but yes.”

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anyasathenaeum · 10 months

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NSFW Trigun Headcanons

A/N: I felt inspired to just kinda punch these out before I start tackling requests. So yeah, please enjoy these LOL my first NSFW writing ever (PLEASE BE NICE)

Warnings: MINORS DNI, nsfw writing, mentions of cunnilingus, penetrative sex, marking, rough sex, etc. etc.

Vash the Stampede

Somebody who absolutely focuses on his partner's pleasure over his own

Like, Vash would absolutely be the type to straight up cum in tandem with his partner when he's been pleasuring them.

He's eating you out/sucking you off? You better believe he's humping into the bed or whatever surface is beneath him as he does so, making his cock leak precum all over, especially hearing your moans and cries of pleasure as he does so

WOULD ABSOLUTELY MOAN INTO YOUR PUSSY/ON YOUR COCK no doubt about it

His noises? THE PRETTIEST

Vash would be the type to cover his mouth with his hand in an attempt to stifle his sounds, because you draw them out of him constantly

"Mmph, (Y/N)... y-yes, like tha-ah!"

You'd absolutely have to pin his hands down to hear those noises more, I lowkey imagine Vash is a little embarrassed at just how noisy he can be

"Now, now, I wanna hear you, Vash."

The blush on his face is unmatched, his whole face red and his blue eyes all shiny as he looks up at you

"O-Okay! Hah-, o-okay, nngh!"

Whines, whimpers, even slight sobs, they're all sounds you'll hear escaping him

As well as calls of your name and passionately proclamations of his love for you

Sex with Vash is always a loving affair, so filled with tenderness and care. It's rare for it to be rushed or purely lustful

Vash would have a hard time leaving marks on you, he doesn't like the notion of hurting you, even at the height of passion

Of course, if you insist, over time, Vash will learn to leave a mark or two on your skin, wherever you'd like him to - your chest, your neck, your thighs

He'd be!!! so!!!! gentle!!!!

Caressing your skin constantly with both his real and his prosthetic, enjoying the feeling of you in his hands

I definitely think he'd cum even if you didn't touch him, especially the first few times you have sex with him

Over time, once you and Vash become more comfortable, there would definitely be moments where you two have rougher rounds

Or, maybe not rougher, per se, but more desperate, less careful

Maybe after Vash has almost lost you or something has almost torn you away from him, he'd be tearing at you desperately, clutching onto your skin, kissing you and marking you freely, tears going down his cheeks as he thrusts into you, savouring the feeling of your skin against his, a reminder that you're still alive and still with him.

"(Y/N), o-oh... (Y/N)... I love you, I- ah! Pl-please don't leave me..."

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Sex with Wolfwood starts out more as just a purely physical thing - an act you both partake in, but it slowly becomes something more

Wolfwood would lowkey use you as stress relief

He's had a bad day? You'll know by how hard he thrusts into you, his skin slapping against yours, his grunts and moans echoing off the walls of the empty room you two have snuck off to

"Yeah, take it, (Y/N), just like that. Take it!"

This man? Dirty talker extraordinaire, can straight up turn you on with very few words

He takes flustering you and turning you on as a personal challenge, trying to keep you on your toes all the time and see how red he can make you

If he sees you rubbing your thighs together in desperation, in need, or crossing your legs, your face heating up, Wolfwood takes it as a win

He rewards you for taking his teasing all day by giving you one of the best fucks of your life

What's surprising though - he doesn't actually have all that much experience

I actually can't imagine Wolfwood sleeping around a lot before you, despite all his confidence and his smugness in bed

So, when he actually starts sleeping with you, at first, Wolfwood knows the mechanics of the act of sex, but he doesn't understand the small things

With time, Wolfwood becomes softer with you, learning how you like to be touched, what you like to hear, all your preferences

"Does that make you feel good? Yeah? Lemme hear you, sweetheart. Yes, just like that... good."

Marks you up SHAMELESSLY - will leave hickies wherever he feels like it and he doesn't give a damn who sees because you're his.

Will smirk when he sees other people eyeing the marks on your skin

P O S S E S S I V E - he gets jealous easily, even if he doesn't admit to it, and when he's jealous? Goddamn, RIP you, you're not walking for the next few days

Will also not hesitate to fuck you wherever he feels like it - in the bathroom of a saloon? Check. In an alleyway, not too far away from the main street where people are walking? Check.

The thrill of potentially getting caught makes it all that much more exciting for Wolfwood

Not a huge fan of cuddling after sex when you first start seeing him, but after a while, he softens and doesn't want to let you go

Basically, at first, sex isn't an emotional thing with him, but it becomes one over time - it changes as your relationship with Wolfwood changes and becomes deeper, more intimate, more romantic.

And you know what? Wolfwood wouldn't change it for a thing (though he'd rather die than admit it to you or anybody else)

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Ceil cousin and her baby both now trap in England

How would other characters outside the Phantomhive reaction will be seeing the pretty widowed mother?

Cousin Mother Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Sebastian

is probably the one you have to watch out the most for

He has the easiest access to you upon Ciel’s command

And he definitely sees you at your most vulnerable

Feeding and raising your child, trying to somehow get comfortable in your new life

“My lady, you seem exhausted. If need be I would be more than happy to relieve some of your stress.”

“Humph! If you really wanted to help you’d let me leave.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Exactly so you can be of no assistance to me.”

He can outlast you

Waiting until you either pass out from tiredness or stress

to lay your child to rest and nurse you to health

“I love how you keep me on my toes, Ms. (Y/n). But I’m persistent.”

Bardroy

He doesn’t mind the sexy mama visiting him in the kitchen to compliment throwaway his awesome food

Or if you can cook alongside him he’s even more enthused

He totally agrees with the circumstances that keep you there

But he also understands your frustration

Something he knows not many others in the home

“Well I see why yer feelin’ trapped…”

“See?”

“But thats no reas’n ta hate the yung master. He’s only tryin’ to help.”

And without Ciel’s say-so you and your his kid are his priority

If your so insistent on going out you’ll go with him right?

Like on a little date

He likes his women stubborn so he’s willing to compete with Sebastian on this

“Well Missus would you rather take I you to the market or him?”

“Please Bardroy, Miss (Y/n) is meant to travel with me, as the young master intended.”

“I prefer to travel with Bard. Don’t you think so sweetie?”

“Yeah!”

😠

😏

Mey-Rin

Mey-Rin is similar to Bardroy but she has loads more access to you

She handles your clothes, dirty and not

She delivers your documents or late night meals

If she isn’t sharing the room with you she’s guarding you at night

“Ahh~Lady (Y/n)’s sleepin’ soundly, yes she is!...I’m sure she’d like it I ‘elped her massage, she would!”

She thinks your the coolest and will spend her time with you orwatchingyoufrombehindthebushes

She thinks you and your kid are so cute

She couldn’t be happier that you can’t actually leave

Not that she’d let you

She already thinks its progessive enough that you work

And that deserves all the praise

“Whoa mistress (Y/n) read that whole contract in such a short amount of time?! Well its just like her to be the best, yes it is!”

Finnian

Finney is happy he gets to play with your kid

Though he knows to be gentle

But he hasn’t known love until you pat him on the head,smiling “Good job, Finny.”

From then he’s like an overpowered labrador

Happily following behind you to join your kid in trying to garner your attention

When Sebastian’s not dragging him away in light of his work

He’s trying to rest his head on your lap onyourchest

Or join you in your office Bedroom

While his naivete may allow you to get away with somethings

He always seems to recall just how sad he’d be if you tried to leave

“Miss (Y/n)....you can’t leav….no…no…I won’t let you! You have to stay with me!”

Undertaker

He’s intrigued by you

For the time he’s been alive its not everyday he finds a woman so argumentative

But of course your in the company of the abnormal anyway

He’s thrilled to find that you often join in his laughter

Or your able to banter with him which Sebastian and Ciel avoid

He often is ignored by the duo which makes it easier for him to leave an impression on you

“So ‘Miss,’ is it? Is your husband truly out the picture?”

“If you count being dead out of the picture then yes.”

“Ah then would you give me *flips his bangs up* an old crone, like me a chance?”

“U-undertaker? Y-you’re eyes are–!”

“Shhh shhh. Let’s keep that as secret, for now. But do tell may I steal you away?”

He’s had time to think about what woman want to hear

But he doubts your willing to accept normal means

So he’ll just take you for now, only to be stolen back by Sebastian when they realize you or your son is missing

“Don’t mind the lack of space in the coffin Deary, its meant for three!”

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everytime; chapter 4 — myg

╭ chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...

╭ word count: 5.3k

╭ summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn’t say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you’re not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

╭ pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

╭ genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

╭ warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...

╭ author’s note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

Its been a while, woops

22/08/2022

The sound of your doorbell ringing caught you off guard as you were trying to find some milk for your cornflakes. You looked through the peephole, and the sight of Jimin send you into a frenzy. You cussed and cussed again as you were running towards your room. “I’ll be there, wait a minute.” You rummaged through your closet, finding the first turtleneck you could find before heading back to the front door. When you swung the door open, you saw Jimin waiting for you with a rather mad expression. “What are you doing here?” Was the first thing you asked, a sweat droplet running down your cheek.

“I came to help like you asked me too.” He nonchalantly answered.

You frowned your eyebrows. “Yeah, tomorrow, not today.”

He looked back at you with a puzzled expression, realising his confusion of the dates. “Oh, anyway. Where were you last night? You never came back we were so worried about you?!”

Jimin walked into your apartment, inviting himself to come in, closing the door behind him. “Uh, I-uh got sick.” You said, walking over to your couch before you placed yourself down onto it.

“Sick, huh?” He didn’t buy it.

What you also didn’t tell him was that last night, after your little rendezvous with Yoongi, you snuck out of Hoseok’s house as fast as possible. Not because you wanted to get away, but because your neck and chest were covered in hickeys that you couldn’t hide from anyone with what you were wearing that night. That’s why you had to wear a turtleneck right now, even though it was 30 degrees Celsius outside.

“Yeah…sick.” You smiled. “What, don’t you believe me?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to believe, but-” But before he could say anything further, another ring of the doorbell could be heard. This time though, Jimin decided to open up. “Oh, hey Jungkook.”

Jungkook looked a bit confused for a second, expecting it would be you opening the door. “Oh, hey.” He said before he noticed you behind Jimin sitting on the couch. “Jimin told me he was coming over so I wanted to do the same. Are you okay? I was worried sick yesterday! You didn’t respond to any of our texts.”

You could describe the feeling you were feeling now as standing on your tippy toes in a pool, keeping your head just above the water. You were suffocating yourself right now by your poor decision making from yesterday.

“I’m really sorry guys.” You desperately plead “I guess I drank too much and got distracted.”

Jimin pouted his lip with combination of squinting his eyes in doubt. “Distracted by what?”

“You also don’t seem to be so hungover.” Jungkook added to ruin your alibi even more.

“Aren’t you hot? It’s like 30 degrees outside?” Jimin spoke again, making you finally have enough.

You stood up and started hinting the two boys to leave your apartment. “No, very cold, very sick. So please, go I need some alone time like right now!”

By the way they’ve been looking you the entire time, you could tell they were very suspicious and confused about your secretive behaviour. But before they could say anything, you already closed the door in front of them, not answering their desperate pleads for you to open the door again.

You leaned against the door and sighed, quickly taking off that dreadful turtleneck.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. Y/n, you’re so dumb!

How could you be so stupid? Did you enjoy last night? Well of course…but it just made everything worse for you! You didn’t think about the consequences it would had. You didn’t really care about what Jimin or Taehyung would think, but it all boils down to protecting Jungkook’s feelings. You knew how much he hated him and how badly everything went down after the breakup of you and Yoongi. You knew he just wanted the best for you, but that led you to having the need to avoid even the slightest hint of Yoongi’s existent around Jungkook. He also was just fucking jealous of the guy too.

Beep beep

That’s when a small notification sound caught your attention, making you fish out your phone out of the sides of the couch.

[11:02] Jimin: Look, Idk with who, but I know you hooked up with someone last night

Your heart had sunken to your stomach and it felt as if you were really getting sick this time. Your blood started pumping from the sudden adrenaline rush since you couldn’t feel more stressed than in this moment. It couldn’t be right? Yoongi wasn’t the type to tell the others? Or was he? Did he change that much? Was he really just a cocky asshole? You couldn’t think straight, which led you to finding Yoongi’s account again and doing the dreadful thing you always wanted to do. So you pressed the button that you had been staring at for months.

Unblocked

[11:08] y/n:Did you tell Jimin about what happened yesterday?????

With biting nails you were waiting for a respond. With every passing second you started stressing even more. Maybe he wasn’t even home. Maybe he was with another girl. You shook your head. No, he couldn’t be with a girl. That guy is not the type to have fuck dates at this hour. He was probably working, which meant he would probably not read your message anytime soon, right? Maybe it’s better for you if he didn’t answer right away. But who were you kidding? You were in no state of mind to behave normally now. But before you could even think of putting your phone away, a text message popped onto the screen.

[11:12] Yoongi: Uhh…hey

[11:12] Yoongi:No I didn’t?

Your heart stopped. And all you could think was…wait ,what?

Were you really the idiot here or was he playing with you? Maybe you should’ve asked Jimin first how he got that information…

[11:13] y/n: Why do you think that???

You send to Jimin.

[11:13] Jimin: y/n, you were wearing a turtle neck in this weather…told me you were ‘distracted’ at the party…bit suspicious don’t you think?

You. Wanted. To. End. It. All.

[11:14] y/n: Heyy

[11:14] y/n: hahaha…

[11:14] y/n: Uhh…just forget I said anything

[11:14] y/n: Thank you!!!!!!

You quickly wrote to Yoongi, questioning your whole life existence in this very moment.

[11:15] Yoongi: …okay?

[11:16] Yoongi: Nice to see I’m unblocked again

[11:16] Yoongi: Can’t they know about what happened between us?

[11:16] y/n: No, they can’t

[11:16] Yoongi: Why not tho?

[11:17] Yoongi: We’ve fucked before, it’s not like they would care

[11:17] y/n: It’s complicated

[11:17] Yoongi: Right…

This was not how you wanted to spend your Sunday morning.

When work suddenly called to take over someone’s shift, you couldn’t be more than thrilled to go since you then had an excuse to ignore everyone’s text messages. And with everyone you meant Jungkook.

“Why didn’t you come and say hi to me yesterday?!”

What you didn’t know however, was that Jia was also working today.

Jia’s sudden question made you stop what you were doing. You awkwardly laughed as you turned yourself to her. “I-uh, thought you were busy.”

“Of course not! Yoongi wouldn’t mind you saying hi, you know.” His name alone made your heartbeat increase. “In fact, I didn’t see him for the rest of the night.” Memories of you and Yoongi that night flooded through your mind, making your cheeks unwillingly turn a subtle pink. “But he told me he’d make it up for me by taking me out for dinner.”

And with that, your increasing heartbeat got shattered. “How nice.”

“I know right?!” She beamed. “Oh, and I saw you with Jungkook yesterday. He got handsome didn’t he?” She teased, making me playfully roll my eyes.

“He has always been handsome.” You answer back, refilling the straws on the counter.

“Yeah, but like now he’s like a man and you can tell he had been going to the gym.” Thinking about Jungkook in the gym had made Jia a bit more excited than she should be. “Are you two back together?”

You chuckled. “No we're not.”

“Why not? Seems like a waste of a good guy, doesn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“Then we could go on double dates!”

Ow yeah, great idea! A double date with two of your exes that hate each other and your obnoxious co-worker who doesn’t know you’re fucking the same guy. “With you and Yoongi?” She excitedly nodded to your question. “Jungkook doesn’t like Yoongi”

A quick pout appeared on her face. “Why not? They used to be quite close right?”

“Yeah, but something happened.” You turned to Jia, noticing she was waiting for you to add something to your sentence. “I don’t know the details.”

She sighed in dissatisfaction. “Yoongi’s also not the relationship type of guy though. So I guess that’ll never happen anyway.”

You mentally scoffed and decided to act dumb “He’s not?”

“No, I already talked about it with him before, but something in me says I can change him.” She said in full confidence.

“Good luck with that.” You said sarcastically, hoping she wouldn’t notice. And as you were refilling the milk, a thought popped in your head. “Are you in love with him?” You asked out of curiosity and out a bit of fear. You didn’t know which idea you hated more: her being Yoongi’s casual fuckbuddy or her being actually head over heels over him. But her answer made you sigh out of relief.

“Love is a big word.” She said after thinking about it for a second. “But I think he’s cute.” She smiled.

The hours passed, and happily for you without any mention of any guy named Min Yoongi or Jeon Jungkook. And even though you didn’t want to, but whenever you were eying down Jia, it reminded you of how Yoongi’s dick had been in her. A vile thought, but your jealousy had always gotten the worse of you. You really wanted to like her, but the thought of him doing all the things he did to you to her did something with you.

“Oh my god, he’s here!” Jia quickly took of her apron and took out her hairclip. “Tell him I’ll be right back. I’m going to get my stuff!” She beamed as she quickly hopped off to the backroom.

“Who’s here?” Asking was useless, cause you could see the man in question standing at the door, smirking at you. “Never mind.” You quickly looked away, acting as if you didn’t see him. You were searching something to make it look like you were busy, but luck wasn’t in your favour. Everything got restocked and cleaned for the next day, and worst of all, by you.

You felt his presence at the other side of the counter, which made you suddenly act if the cuticles of your nails were very interesting. “Not even a hello?” You suddenly heard.

Not looking up, you said “I don’t know you and you don’t know me, got it?”

A simple ‘tsk’ left his lips as he slightly shook his head. “Hoba found your panties by the way. He gave them to me.” He said, smirking as soon as he realised he got your attention.

With wide eyes you looked up at him. “Did you tell him?!”

“No, he just saw you leave the bathroom after me.” He said with a small laugh after that. “Anyways If you want them back, I guess you’ll have to come over.”

And all you could think was this bitch “You can keep them.”

He shrug his shoulders and looked back at the door of the backroom, which soon opened to reveal a dressed up Jia. He smiled at her, making your heart ache. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Jia giggled. “Oh, stop it you!” The way he put his arm around her…just how he used to do with you. Corners of his lips curling up, giving her a small smile. “See you next time, y/n!” She waved.

With pressed lips, you gave her a quick smile back. And the moment she turned her head away, that’s when you gave Yoongi one last look. This time he wasn’t looking at you. He gave Jia all of his attention from the moment they stepped out of the door. Whatever, you thought by yourself. Why should you care. It was a one time thing you kept telling yourself. Even though something in you really wanted your panties back.

Who would’ve thought that your little interaction would upset you as much as it did. Usually you would come home, filled with joy since another day of work was over. But when you finally sat down into your new bought couch, you couldn’t help but be filled with anger. Dinner wasn’t even on your mind. How could it be? Knowing Yoongi and Jia were going on another date, which would probably end in the same scenario you had with Yoongi the day before. You sighed out of frustration. There was only one logical thing to do now.

Text Yoongi.

[18:23] y/n: Hope you’re having fun

Your impulsiveness got the best of you again since the send button was pressed faster than you could comprehend. How dare he do all those things to you yesterday and then show up to work to pick up one of his other girls? No way. The nerve he had. And weirdly enough, you didn’t regret what happened yesterday. Your eyes suddenly sprung open of the thought of yesterday.

Oh no…

Was what Yoongi said true? Did Hoseok saw you leave the room after Yoongi? If yes, did he tell Jimin? Taehyung? Or worse, Jungkook?

[18:27] y/n: Hobi…

[18:27] y/n: Is what Yoongi said true…?

[18:27] y/n: Do you know what happened yesterday?

Fuck it, you thought as you walked over to your liquor cabinet. Since your stomach was filled with so much jealousy already, the only thing you could devour now was a nice glass of white wine. You popped open a new bottle and poured yourself a glass that suddenly got lit up by the light of your phone.

[18:32] Hobi: Yes and I think you guys are fucking disgusting

[18:32] Hobi: I invite you to my house for the first time

[18:33] Hobi: And the first thing you do is fuck my best friend in my bathroomㅠㅠ

“Shit.” You cursed out loud.

[18:33] y/n: I got carried away in the moment!!!!!! I’m sorry!!!!!!!

[18:33] y/n: Did you…tell anyone?

[18:34] Hobi: Of course not

[18:34] Hobi: Why would I tell other people if I didn’t even wanted to know

[18:34] Hobi: One good thing to came from that is you and Yoongi are back to talking

[18:34] y/n: I guess…

[18:35] y/n: I wouldn’t say back to talking…it’s complicated

[18:35] Hobi: I’m surprised…

You knew he meant that sarcastically

[18:36] y/n: Oh…and Hobi…

[18:36] y/n: Is it true that you found my panties…?

[18:38] Hobi: …

[18:38] Hobi: I did

[18:38] Hobi: But I gave them to Yoongi so…

[18:38] y/n: How did you even know they were mine?

[18:39] Hobi: Cause Yoongi told me…

[18:39] Hobi: He was helping with the clean up the day after

[18:39] Hobi: Then I found them…and I knew I saw you two leave the bathroom the night before so yeah

[18:39] Hobi: I just had to connect the dots

[18:39] Hobi: Yoongi also told me they were yours so yeah

[18:40] y/n: Well…thank you Hobi

[18:40] y/n: again…sorry

[18:40] y/n: ttyl

You took another sip to comprehend what just had happened. At least you got your answer, Hoseok did know. You were at least relieved that you could trust him enough that he wouldn’t tell anyone else.

But here you were again hours later, tossing and turning in your bed, thinking about the one and only Min Yoongi. His name kept lingering in your mind, no matter how hard you tried to think of something or someone else. Yoongi, Yoongi and more Yoongi. Reimagining how is hands felt on your body. How the petals of his lips pressed against your skin. The thought alone turned you on, which subconsciously led your right hand into your panties, mimicking the motions Yoongi did to you that night. And so you started fantasizing again. How his tongue circled around your sensitive nub, making you lose all sense of reality. Or how his husky breath against the nape of your neck made you shiver. Or how his growing bulge kept rubbing against your…

Beep beep

The sudden notification snapped you out of your trance.

It was him, which made you happier then you should be.

[01:16] Yoongi: Hope you realise how unsurprised I actually am that you texted me that

[01:16] Yoongi: Oh and don’t worry, she’s not the only one I had fun with tonight

His snarky little comment made your desire turn into full jealousy. And you knew damn well he said that just to piss you off.

[01:17] y/n: Min Yoongi fucking multiple girls? What surprise!

[01:18] Yoongi: Yeah and you’re one of them now

[01:18] y/n: That’s not true

[01:18] Yoongi: Oh, isn’t it?

[01:18] Yoongi: So we weren’t fucking when I was filling you up with my cum?

[01:19] y/n: Why you gotta say it like that????

[01:19] y/n: You’re fucking disgusting

[01:19] y/n: And that was a one time thing, it won’t happen again

[01:19] Yoongi: Oh? It won’t?

[01:20] y/n: No, it won’t

[01:20] y/n: I was just drunk and horny

[01:20] Yoongi: Why are you texting me then?

[01:20] y/n: What do you mean?

[01:20] Yoongi: Your basically telling me you want to go back to how it used to be

[01:20] Yoongi: Which is completely ignoring my existent

[01:20] Yoongi: But here you are

[01:20] Yoongi: unblocking me

[01:21] Yoongi: Texting me to ‘have fun’ cause that’s your way of telling me that you’re jealous

[01:21] Yoongi: Acting as if you don’t like me paying attention to you

[01:21] Yoongi: Cause if you didn’t, I assume you would’ve stopped responding a long time ago

[01:21] Yoongi: It’s almost cute how dumb you are

[01:22] y/n: I don’t know why I sent that, okay?

[01:22] y/n: Sometimes I do things without thinking twice

[01:22] Yoongi: How about you stop trying to convince me and yourself you don’t want me, and just send me something pretty to keep me busy?

You felt your cheeks turn red and your heart started pumping out of excitement. You shook your head, no. You shouldn’t let your sick desires for this man get the best of you…right?

[01:23] y/n: You got to be kidding me

[01:23] Yoongi: What? Its’ not like you haven’t done that before ;)

[01:24] y/n: Oh yeah, that’s right !

[01:24] y/n: Maybe you should think about those pics then instead huh

[01:24] Yoongi: But I’d like updated pictures

You bit your lip as you started to think if you should do it. Yoongi noticed it took you a while to respond in comparison to before, knowing you were having second thoughts.

[01:25] Yoongi: Look, you don’t have to send me anything but if you don’t want to

[01:25] Yoongi: But it sure is welcomed

You looked down at your sleepwear, finding your worn out shirt with holes far from sexy. Leaning over at your right, quickly reaching for your most presentable lingerie in your top drawer. As you hastily put it on your body, a part of you couldn’t believe you were doing this for him. So here you were, making mirror selfies in the most lustful way you possible could. Your hair messy and every curve visible just for him. And after being quite pleased about the results, it didn’t take you long to press send.

And no matter what you did or how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t want him to fuck you senseless, he seemed to get exactly what he wants.

[01:29] Yoongi: You never disappoint

A very pleased grin appeared on your face after reading his message, feeling quite flattered he liked them. You laid down onto your bed, waiting for his next text, assuming this would be a lovely night of sexting. However, him suddenly calling you caught you off guard. “H-hey.” You stuttered as you picked up.

“Did you change into that just for me?” Was the first thing for him to ask, making you a bit embarrassed by his sudden call out.

So the only obvious thing you could do now, of course, was lie. “No, I-I just happened to have that on.”

You could hear him scoff on the other side of the line. “You’re such a bad liar. You looked absolutely stunning in it though.” Another smile came onto you as he said that. “Do you like pleasing me?”

You started playing with your hair. “Maybe.” You teased.

Yoongi smirked, finding your reaction cute. “Do you regret what happened yesterday?” He asked out of genuine concern.

“No.”

Your answer made some weight leave Yoongi’s shoulders. Even though he always loved testing your limits, in no circumstances would he want to take it on a level where you would feel uncomfortable. “Can’t believe how shy you are right now.” He teased.

“It’s just been a while since we talked okay”

“And who’s fault is that.” He scoffed.

“Not the point” You quickly added.

What you didn’t know was that Yoongi was being very smiley as well, reminiscing about the time you were still dating since you were acting the same now as you were back then. “Well, I didn’t mind seeing you again” You couldn’t control your smile after he said that.

“Of course you didn’t, but something like that won’t happen again”

“Why not?”

“Because I refuse to become one of your girls.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” He said. “I’ll be nice.” The huskiness in his voice when he said that made you swoon. “Didn’t you like the way I made you feel?”

Memories from that night quickly flashed through your mind. “I did.”

“That’s what I thought.” That’s when Yoongi reminded himself why he called you in the first place. “Are you still wearing the same thing?”

“Yeah…”

“Still wearing the same black panties?”

“Uhu…”

“I want you to take them off.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me.”

A sudden excitement rushed down to your stomach, making you do as he told without thinking twice. Grabbing the hem of your blacked laced panties and sliding them off, throwing them to the side. “They’re off.”

“I want you to touch yourself and think its me between your legs” He asked with a smirk, feeling himself, literally, getting more excited. “Got it?”

“Yes, Yoongi.” His wish was your command. Sliding down your fingers, spreading your folds before you took some of your wetness to glide over your swollen nub. Subconsciously holding your breath as you were playing with it.

“Are you wet?” He asked in between the silence.

You bit your lip. “Of course I am” You reassured.

“Good girl.” He praised. “I wish I could see you right now.” Yoongi said, eyeing down his ever so growing bulge inside of his grey sweatpants as his right hand’s playing with the string of his joggers.

Your breathing became unsteady. “I wish you were here too.”

“What would you want me to do if I was there?”

“Hmh-“ Was all you could mouth. Even though this wasn’t the first time you guys did something like this, it still managed to make you timid.

“If you can’t tell me what you want, then you won’t get it.”

Oh god, those words had given you another round of sheer desperation for him. How you would love for him to come over now. This time, not a chance of anyone barging in. It would be just the two of you, accessible for one another for hours on end. With the amount of fantasies you had about him ever since that night, you were confident you two could go at it for hours. And you know he sure wouldn’t mind. A small moan escaped your lips “I’d want your fingers pleasing me instead of mine. I want you to make me come as you did yesterday.”

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

You hummed a ‘uhu’ in between your heavy breathing “I really did. I haven’t been able to control myself ever since.”

Your sudden confession had peeked his interest. “Oh, haven’t you now? I thought you didn’t want me?”

The combination of the white wine and your never ending horniness made you give in into Yoongi’s questions without second thought. “I think we both know what I really want since I’m finger fucking myself by the thought of you as we speak.”

“Ooh, there she is.” He responded as if he had found something. “The shy girl got replaced by the y/n I know. Gotten your confidence back, huh?”

Another moan slipped out as your grip around your phone tightened. “You don’t know how bad I want you right now, Yoongi.”

“Getting desperate there, huh? Just for me? I’m flattered.” Satisfaction took over Yoongi’s facial features as he realised he had been on your mind ever since last night. “You’d love for that to happen again, don’t you y/n?”

“Fuck-Yoongi, you don’t even know.”

His lips curled into a sadistic grin. “But yesterday was a one time thing, right?” Of course he said that. Of course he would use your own god forsaken words against you in this moment. And you knew he was enjoying every single bit of it. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be. But only if you make it very clear to me how much you want me.”

You started to have a hard time keeping your legs open. “I want you all to myself, Yoongi. I want to please you like no other girl would. I’d obey you like no other, just for your enjoyment.” Yoongi’s desire for you became hungrier as the minutes passed. Just the thought of you alone being so worked up about him made his imagination drive to unspeakable places. And you could tell by the size of the tent in his sweats. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

You slipped out another moan without thinking much of it, but on the other side of the line you just flipped a switch for someone. “Fuck babe, I’d love to hear more of that. Just you moaning my name over and over again as I stretch you out.”

“I wish I had your dick inside of me instead of my fingers, Yoongi” You pleaded, as you started to pick up the pace of your fingers. “I need you so bad.”

“Of course you do, dirty girl.” Yoongi knew he wouldn’t be able to contain himself any longer by the way his dick was twitching. “My dick is rock hard for you baby.”

“Yeah?” You moaned, inserting both your middle and ring finger inside of you. “I wish I could help you to get rid of it.” Just thinking about Yoongi’s face while you’d suck him off made you even come closer to your orgasm. “I’d be on my knees begging for just a taste.”

“God just thinking about it makes me insane.” He groaned as he gave his clothed member a hard stroke. “You’d look real pretty sucking my cock.”

“I want you to grab my hair as you do it” You moaned. “You’ll be in full control of my motion, just the right pace for my Yoongi” Yoongi bit his lip as he eagerly grabbed his rock-hard cock out of his boxers, tip red burning full of desire, giving it a few slow strokes. “Looking up to you, watching you trying to hold in your moans as I suck you off.” Fuck, you wanted him so bad. “And when you cum, I want to lick everything up. Every last bit, I want to taste you.”

Wasting no time, He vigorously started stroking himself, unable to control his hormones any longer. The mere thought of you doing all those things made him sexually frustrated, making him rethink if he had should’ve spend the night with you instead of Jia.

He scoffed. “You’d do anything to please me, isn’t it?” He panted

“Anything.”

The grip around his cock tightened as a reflex to your words. “Come for me, baby. I want to hear your beautiful voice as I touch myself.”

“Yes Yoongi.” The more you started to focus on your orgasm, ,the louder you seemed to get. However, the louder you got, the heavier Yoongi’s breathing got. You started smirking, since now it felt as if the roles of the day before were reversed. It felt as you were more in control in this moment. And even if it didn’t felt like that for Yoongi, you sure were going to try. “You wish it was my mouth pleasing you instead of your hand, don’t you?”

A grin appeared on his face, knowing well enough what you were doing. “Of course I do, baby-fuck.” It was embarrassing for him how close he was already getting to come lose. “Then you’ll be able to show off your improvement, huh?” He teased.

Even though you wanted to scoff, a moan left your lips instead since you were almost at your climax. “I-I’m coming, babe.”

“Come for me, please.”

“Yeah- Yeah-“ Almost being unable to hold onto that damned phone as your whole body was clenching together when you finally reached your peek. Slammed thighs together and letting out deep breaths as you felt your body loosen up again. But the person on the other side was just getting to his orgasm with the helps of your messy moans. And the last thing you could hear was a deep groan and heavy panting on the other side, making you smile out of satisfaction. “Did you come too? That didn’t last very long.” You teased

Yoongi’s head was thrown back, his jet-black hair covering his eyes as he panted to come off his high. Cum dripping down his veiny hand, knuckles white from his grip. “fuck, y/n.” He needed a moment before he could respond to your snarky little comment. “As if you’re not a mess now.”

You scoffed. “I can handle more than this.”

“I bet.” He chuckled, grabbing the nearest tissue he could find to clean himself off. “Can’t wait to see your endurance next time I see you then.”

You suddenly got shy again. “N-Next time?”

“Come on, you can stop acting as if you don’t want to see me anymore, y/n.” He said slightly annoyed. “Besides, I would love to take you out again.”

“I doubt that.” You said, not because you didn’t believe him, but because you didn’t want to believe him.

Something in Yoongi’s tone had softened. “No really. How about tomorrow? I know your schedule. I can pick you up after work.”

“At work?? Jia would see us?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah? So? Unlike you, I don’t care who sees us. Besides, it’s not like it’s a secret I’m seeing other women.”

Him mentioning the fact you weren’t the only girl in his life mad your heart ache. Was going out with Yoongi again a good idea? Probably not, but something in you had been waiting for this opportunity for so long that it would be cockblocking yourself a this point. “Other women, yeah. But she doesn’t know about…us, you know”

“Then I’ll guess you’ll have a new topic to talk about then” He couldn’t care less about what other people would think. He only cared about you right now and how he would love to spend time with you, no matter who was looking. “But if you don’t mind me, I’ll have to clean up the mess you made me make.” He heard you let out a little giggle, making him smile. “Goodnight babe.”

“Goodnight Yoongi.”

And with that, he hung up.

A part of you was dreading the idea. Were you really going back to being emotionally drained by no other than Min Yoongi? Or was this time going to be different. You scoffed at yourself as you shook your head. Of course it would be different. It would be even worse. Cause this time you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [08]

Monologue

The following day,

I went to report to Carla-san that Subaru-kun had regained consciousness.

After hearing my update,

Carla-san gathered the other members in the living room,

and informed them about Subaru-kun’s status.

ー The scene starts in the dining lounge of the Violet Manor

Kou: I see. I’m glad Subaru-kun woke up. I honestly wasn’t sure if he’d survive at one point.

Yui: It’s just that he sustained some pretty nasty injuries, so he can’t get out of bed just yet. I believe it’d be best for him to get plenty of rest for now.

Azusa: Right. Still, I’m glad...That he’s safe.

Kou: I mean, he was pretty much covered in wounds from head till toe! Thank god none of them were fatal.

Laito: Well, I never feared for his life.

Carla: If he was injured to the point of not being able to get up, then I believe we should keep him away from the battlefield for a while.

However, I doubt the enemy will lessen their attack. If anything, it is highly possible that they will see this as an opportune time to strike once more.

If that happens, we will have no other choice but to face them with the four of us. I want all of you to be on top of your game.

Laito: I see. Guess no more sleeping on the job for me then.

Ahーah. Can’t Subaru-kun get better already?

Kou: Ehー!? You’ve been skipping this whole time up till now? Don’t you think that’s a little unfair?

Laito: I mean, there’s five of us, giving us one extra man, right? So it doesn’t make much of a difference if I’m not there.

Carla: However, that no longer applies now. Laito, you will have to work hard to make up for all of the times you’ve skipped so far.

Laito: Yeah, yeah.

Azusa: If Subaru can’t move, who will watch over Eve...?

Carla: We will have to appoint someone else to supervise here. I believe Eve will feel more reassured that was as well.

Laito: I’ll do it. All I’d have to do is be with her at all times, right? Leave it to me! That sounds like a job right up my alley!

Kou: No fair trying to one-up us like that. You’d much rather have me, right, Eve?

Yui: ( Oh no! At this rate, I might get separated from Subaru-kun...! )

...Uhm, I’ll be fine. Instead, would you let me take care of Subaru-kun?

Carla: ...Excuse me?

Yui: He got badly hurt while protecting me. Therefore, I believe I hold some responsibility in regards to this situation.

Carla: It was Subaru’s duty to keep you safe. There is no need for you to beat yourself up over it.

Yui: No, but, please let me do it. I want Subaru-kun to feel better as soon as possible.

Besides, I believe he could continue to fulfill his duty of supervising me while I take care of him.

Carla: Hmph...I see, you thought about this.

Very well. I shall leave you in charge of nursing him back to health.

I was thinking of assigning someone this role either way.

However, I cannot afford to lose another potential fighting force. You would indeed be the ideal candidate then.

Yui: I’m glad. Thank you very much...!

Carla: As long as you and Subaru remain in the same place, we can focus on the enemies lurking outside.

Yui: Don’t worry. I promise that I will stay by Subaru-kun’s side.

Kou: That lucky dog~

Laito: Eve’s such a saint.

Azusa: Eve...Take good care of Subaru, okay?

Yui: I’ll try my hardest to get him back in tip-top shape!

( Thank god. Everyone’s on board with my idea, so I’ll be able to stay with Subaru-kunーー )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Subaru’s room

Yui: Subaru-kun, aren’t you thirsty? Should I get you some water?

Tell me if lying down starts to hurt. I’ll help you shift your body.

Subaru: ...What’s your problem? You seem restless.

Yui: Ah, my bad. I guess I was being a little nosy. But I want to do everything I can for you.

Subaru: For the millionth time, just stay here. ...That’s the best thing you can do for me.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: I’ll recover from these injuries in no time. So there’s nothin’ for you to worry ‘bout, ‘kay?

Yui: ...Yeah. You’re here with me, that alone is enough to make me feel reassured.

I’m content as long as we’re together, no matter what kind of strange things may happen around us.

Subaru: Strange things, huh...? We gotta think ‘bout how we’ll tackle that as well.

Like how their memories got messed up, or where we are right now...

Bein’ forced to fight each other to death without knowin’ why makes me feel sick.

Yui: Yeah...It hurts me a lot to see the others fight each other as well.

I mean, they’re actual brothers facing each other in battle...

Subaru: You had to witness Ayato comin’ for my head, huh?

Yui: ...

Subaru: But he only did that because his memories have been altered as well.

He’d never do that if he was sane. I think.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

( I guess he does trust his actual brothers, despite the fact that they’re always arguing with one another. )

Right. Thanks. Let’s talk about this another time. I’m sorry for making you worried.

Subaru: It’s fine. If you’ve got somethin’ on your mind, you can always share it with me. W-We’re...a couple, right?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun...He gently grabbed hold of my hand. Even though he’s having a hard time moving around because of his injuries. )

( He’s trying to put me at ease. )

( I’ll try not to say anything too negative to avoid causing him extra worries. )

Subaru: ...Although I guess there’s not much I can do in my current state.

Yui: I guess we can simply see how things unfold until you get better.

Subaru: Yeah, good idea. There’s not much the two of us can do anyway.

All we can do is pray those guys don’t come and attack us again until then.

Monologue

After a few days,

Subaru-kun’s injuries had gotten a lot better.

In the meantime,

we were lucky not to get attacked by one of the other Houses again.

I was able to focus on taking care of Subaru-kun,

while he got some much-needed rest,

as we could prepare ourselves for what was to come.

I just hope we’ll be able to find a way,

to return to where we belong,

before another fight breaks outーー

With said thought in mind,

I continued to look after Subaru-kun today.

Yui: The small injuries have completely healed. Most of the deeper ones have closed up as well.

Subaru: Yeah. I got lucky that I was given the chance to slowly recover.

...Actually, no. I should thank you for takin’ such good care of me.

Yui: You got injured while protecting me, so I should be the one saying thank you.

I’m honestly so thankful that you’re still alive after sustaining such severe injuries.

Subaru: You’re exaggerratin’, idiot.

Yui: I’m not. We have to escape this place before the next fight takes place, or who knows who might get hurt next...

If only everyone would get their memories back and stop fighting over the title of Supreme Overlord...

Subaru: The Supreme Overlord, huh? It really pisses me off how everyone’s at the mercy of some bullshit legend.

Carla’s aiming to become the Supreme Overlord, but he hasn’t come for you yet, right?

Yui: Yeah. I think his plan is to have me concentrate on nursing you back to health for now.

Subaru: Knowing that guy, I was honestly worried that he’d try every possible method in the book.

I don’t know how much truth lies in the stories about the Supreme Overlord or ‘Sleeping Beauty’, but it all sounds like a load of bull to me.

Yui: Agreed.

Subaru: Hm? The tale of Sleeping Beauty...?

Yui: What’s wrong?

Subaru: Wasn’t there somethin’ slightly off about the story?

Yui: Uhm, I’m pretty sure it went as follows: ‘The Princess awakens through a kiss.’

I guess that would refer to when I woke up at the Church?

When I woke up, everyone had me surrounded, I was really surprised.

Subaru: Hold up! So that means you were woken up by one of those dudes kissin’ you...!?

Yui: I-I wasn’t, Subaru-kun! You’re getting the wrong idea! They didn’t kiss me!

Subaru: Really?

Yui: Yes!

Subaru: ...God, don’t give me a scare like that.

Oh well, I guess it’s just a dumb legend. One made up in this weird place on top of that.

Yui: It honestly got me sweating as well.

Subaru: Haah? Why?

Selection

→ Because you were panicking (♡)

Yui: You seemed completely shaken up so...I started to wonder if perhaps it really did go like that.

( I don’t think I did though. )

( But I don’t actually know what happened before I woke up... )

Subaru: Of course I’d start to panic! Not only do you always leave yourself vulnerable, but you tend to be oblivious when you least expect it.

Yui: Y-You think so...?

Subaru: ...I thought you were woken up by another guy’s kiss. S-So I just got jealous, okay...!?

→ I thought you’d get mad (🖤)

Yui: Because you looked kind of angry as well...I’m sorry if I said anything upsetting.

Subaru: You didn’t!

I just thought that you woke up ‘cause some other guy kissed you...!

Yui: ...Then were you jealous, perhaps?

Subaru: Che.

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun...

Subaru: I won’t let anyone else have you, no matter what. No kissing. No nothing.

Yui: ...Yeah. I’m yours.

Subaru: I’m glad you realize.

Yui: ( Fufu, he’s turning red all the way to his ears. I guess he’s flustered? )

Laito: Nfu~ You guys are really rubbing it in my face, huh?

*Thud*

Yui: ...Laito-kun, how long have you been there!?

Laito: I thought I made a pretty flashy entrance just now, but you didn’t notice at all?

I guess you guys were totally lost in your own little world?

Yui: ...

Subaru: Shut up.

Laito: Did love bloom between the two of you while she was taking care of you?

This sort of thing has a name, doesn’t it? ‘Something-something syndrome’? (1)

Subaru: I said shut up!

Laito: Eek, so scary~

Subaru: Laito, what are you here for? If you’ve got somethin’ to say, then spit it out already.

Laito: Carla wants to see Eve.

Subaru: ...Carla does?

Laito: Yup. He’s got something to discuss with her, apparently.

Yui: Carla-san? With me...?

( He’s asking for me and not Subaru-kun...I wonder what it could be about? )

Subaru: I’m going too.

Laito: That doesn’t sound like a good idea. You’re injured.

Subaru: I can move already. I was assigned to watch her, right? It’s my duty to stay by her side.

Laito: I see. I won’t stop you anymore then. Do as you wish.

Monologue

A sudden summoning from Carla-sanーー

This somehow made me feel anxious,

as I turned around to look at Subaru-kun,

who apparently picked up on this and decided to come with me.

I just hope this bad hunch isn’t spot-on.

Praying for a good outcome,

I headed to the living room with Subaru-kun.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Laito could be referring to either ‘Stockholm Syndrome’, seeing as Yui is technically still ‘held captive’ at the Violet Manor, or the Nightingale Effect (called ‘Nightingale Syndrome in Japanese’) where a caregiver falls in love with their patient.

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 2 years

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Herald of Death

(Not my gif)

Title: Herald of Death

Word Count: 11,000

Warnings: Canon typical violence and mentions of blood.

Requested By @musically-ambiguous: Spectral Perception Part Two (Sorry it took forever) || Kol x Banshee!reader || Read part one! || Here lies my Masterlist

"The birthday girl has entered the building!" You announced, grinning as you strolled into your father’s office. Your dad turned to face you with a slight smile and you opened the door wide, leaning against the door frame.

"Hey, honey," He said. "How was your day?"

"Eh, nothin' special." You shrugged, making sure to keep the bouquet of flowers behind your back. This wasn't the first time Kol had stolen something for you and the last time your dad found out, he nearly had a heart attack. What the man didn't know couldn't hurt him. "I stubbed my toe on a desk, though."

Your dad laughed. "And how fun was that?"

"Oh, it was just spectacular - loved it," You said, letting sarcasm coat your voice.

"I bet," He hummed. You shot him a thumbs up and turned to go up to your room. "Wait, Y/N!" He called you. "One more thing."

You turned back around, tapping the doorway lightly. "Yeah?"

Your father's expression had lost its humor and his eyes flicked around, searching the area behind you. He took a measured breath. "That, uh, that parasite you call a friend… he's not with you, is he?"

'That parasite' was what your father had not-so-affectionately dubbed Kol after he finally figured out that there was nothing he could do to get rid of the ghost.

You blinked, frowning, and glanced behind you where Kol stood, plainly in view.

"I suppose that means my time is up." The boy shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to explain yet again that Kol was in no way hurting you, but you felt the boy's arms sneak around your waist before you could say anything. He curled himself around you in a way specifically designed to aggravate your father - with one hand stroking your side beneath your shirt while he nuzzled into your neck. The instant Kol touched you, your father scowled - more than used to seeing the ghost boy materialize out of thin air.

"Parasite present and accounted for," Kol declared before flashing your dad the cheekiest grin possible.

"Quit trying to eat my daughter, slime," Your father growled, glaring at the ghost behind you. You rolled your eyes.

Kol just chuckled. "Too late. Already had her for breakfast!"

You scoffed and attempted to stomp on his foot but he danced away much too quickly, leaving you to face the judgemental frown on your father all by your lonesome.

"Y/N -" His tone was stern. "- You said you weren't going to let him take advantage of you anymore."

You crossed your arms, metaphorically standing your ground. "For the last time dad, Kol doesn't hurt me - he refuses to. The only reason he took my blood this morning was because I got a paper cut, okay?" You held up the flowers for him to see. "He even went and got me these while I was in class to prove he didn't waste anything. He's not the monster you make him out to be, dad."

"Oh no, I am. Without a doubt. Absolutely, one hundred percent the monster he makes me out to be! " Kol called from the couch in the living room. He had his feet up over the back so he was lying upside down. "My soul is as black as the abyss - not a shred of decency left. No sir! I make that Grinch song seem tame!"

You had to resist the smile tugging at your lips. "He is, however, an idiot," You added.

"I resent that!" He shouted back.

"Can it, Koala!" You tossed over your shoulder. You glanced back at your father, shrugging.

He sighed. "You know how I feel about him…" He started.

"I know."

Your dad watched your expression for a moment. "You're sure he makes you happy?"

You simply smiled "Yeah, dad. He does."

Your father nodded and turned back to his work. That was as close to approval as you were going to get, so you tossed your bag into your room, and made yourself some dinner. As you did, your thoughts drifted to the ghost still hanging out in your living room. You had met Kol exactly a year ago on this very day and had discovered a few months after that your touch rendered him solid and visible for as long as he maintained direct contact with your person. For the sake of experimentation, you had offered Kol a taste of your blood, hoping that it could grant him tangibility without requiring him to be near you all the time, and aside from turning out to be a little on the addictive side, your blood did exactly that. There was just one problem - the effect was temporary, lasting up to a day at most.

After nearly losing control the first time, Kol refused to feed on you again, however, he couldn't seem to stop himself from stealing a few drops whenever you cut yourself. Which was often. You pretended to get cut by accident, but really it was just your way of making sure Kol didn't starve himself. See, being all dead is easy - you don't feel anything. It was sort of like in The Princess Bride. When you weren't touching him, Kol was all-dead, but with your touch or your blood, he was only mostly-dead and mostly-dead is still somewhat alive - not entirely, you supposed, but it was enough for you to see how much his hunger affected him. You couldn't pretend to understand how this whole magic thing worked so you didn't exactly try. Kol had attempted to explain it to you a few times but you had a hard enough time with your chemistry homework. You figured you were simply better off remaining in blissful ignorance.

The strangest thing about your phantom companion was that, despite being dead, he could still get hurt as you had discovered that one time when your father had actually shot Kol. The bullets had penetrated and remained in his body until he let go of your hand. As soon as he had, the blood that had begun to seep from the wound disappeared and Kol was good as new, as though whatever form your magic had given to his spirit reset the instant he was parted from you.

Thinking of the memory made you laugh because Kol's only response to being shot with a twelve-gauge was simply "Ouch." Now, that could have been because he was a vampire or it could have been because he was a dead ghost of a vampire - you had no idea. Either way, it was funny.

"What are you giggling about in here?" Kol's silky voice wondered, pulling you from your reverie. You startled, whipping around to see him standing behind you, leaning against the kitchen doorway. You liked how soft he looked when he knew no one could see him; it made you smile.

"Remember that time when my dad shot you?"

Your ghost boy threw his head back, laughing. He was still as cute as the day you'd met him - maybe even cuter since he'd admitted to being in love with you.

You smiled. "Anywho, I'm gonna watch Independence Day, you in?"

Kol's expression twisted into one of confusion. "I thought that was some stupid American holiday…"

You shrugged, picking up your soup before moving to the living room with it. "I mean, it is, but it's also a movie and I can forgive you for not having seen it 'cuz you were kinda dead for a while or what not, but if you don't watch it with me then I don't think we can be friends anymore."

Kol grinned and followed you. "Pretty sure we're more than friends, darling." He was right. You didn't like to think of Kol as your boyfriend though; he felt like more than that, so the two of you had yet to put a label on it. He settled in beside you, quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders and tangle his fingers in your hair. Yeah, that boy was a cuddler. "So what's this movie about then?"

"Aliens!" You replied, excitedly.

"What?"

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Shut up and watch the movie."

Kol just grinned. "Ah! The birthday girl's being bossy!" He leaned over and kissed your cheek, poking you in the ribs as he did so. You took his hand instead of swatting it away, intertwining your fingers.

Watching movies with Kol was always fun because he never ran out of commentary - he always had something snarky to say about the characters or the plot or the movie as a whole. Movies were also excellent cuddling opportunities. As soon as you finished your soup and set it aside, Kol shifted; he pulled your legs out next to his and wrapped his arms around you so he could pull you closer and rest his head on your chest. He'd never directly ask, but you knew his actions were a plea for you to play with his hair. Naturally, you indulged him. After all, original vampires need cuddles too.

Kol's touches were familiar to you now. You hadn't been big on physical affection before you'd befriended him but the poor man was absolutely touch starved so you'd quickly gotten used to it. This specific sort of cuddling was a newer thing between the two of you and you hadn't been entirely comfortable with it at first. Then Kol had explained to you that he liked listening to your heartbeat; he said it calmed him - reassured him that you safe and that your heart would keep beating, that yours wouldn't stop like he had felt his own heart stop.

Because Kol had nightmares sometimes. He couldn't sleep as a ghost but he could when he held you. The boy hadn't told you much about why he'd died - just that he had been trying to do what he thought was the right thing.

He hadn't told you much about why he'd died, but he told you quite a bit about how. Kol told you he'd been stabbed in the heart with a cursed stake made of ancient white oak. One night, after a particularly vivid nightmare, he'd clutched you closer to him desperately as he told you about how he had begun to burn while he was still breathing. He told you how it had felt to feel his heart slow to an agonizing stop - how he'd felt so cold even while white-hot flames engulfed his body. He told you that he'd died exactly as he'd lived.

Completely alone.

You had promised that night that you would never leave him and you continued to reaffirm that promise as often as you could because although he'd never admit it, you could see just how terrified he was of once again being left entirely alone.

It wasn't long before the movie ended, yet you decided not to move. You were quite comfortable where you were and had it not been for the content purr-like noise of encouragement he made every time your fingers stilled, you would have thought Kol dead to the world. You gently carded your fingers through his hair over and over again, lightly scratching the back of his neck occasionally and grinning when it made him shiver. Kol reached up and tugged on your hand. You let him take it while continuing to comb your fingers through his silky soft hair with your other hand. He nudged his nose against your palm a few times, clearly more tired than he wanted to admit as his oddly cool lips skimmed along your wrist, achingly soft and adoring, before leaving a feather-light kiss on the back of your hand. You closed your eyes and smiled as the familiar chill of Kol's kisses swept through you. He hummed and dragged his lips over your skin again, this time pressing a more dedicated kiss against your pulse.

"Happy birthday, darling," He whispered.

"Thanks."

You didn't move just yet. You were content to just close your eyes and let Kol continue his perfect butterfly kisses along your wrist. He was a lot more free with affection when he was tired. It was clear to you that he was still getting used to the idea of being loved by someone; he had this stubborn idea in his head that people could only want him for his looks or his knowledge of magic - that he wasn't desirable as a person. You reckoned Kol must have been a sweet boy before he was turned into a vampire and only now was he learning how to be himself again. For in death he was free of his mother's curse…

At least some aspects of it.

Kol's grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, as you felt his fangs scrape over your pulse. Being a ghost meant he was stuck constantly in the state he was in just before he died and, according to him, he'd been feeling rather peckish - a sensation which only worsened the longer he remained in physical contact with you. Even though you wouldn't have truly minded, you knew it would tear him up inside if your ghost boy ever hurt you simply because he was tired.

"You know, you're really pretty cute when you're sleepy," You said, nudging him lightly with your foot. Your voice was enough to knock him out of his stupor and you knew the gentle squeeze he gave you was his way of showing his gratitude.

"Oh, please," He huffed, kissing the back of your hand once more. He gave you that adorable half-smile that you loved so much, opening his eyes to look up at you. "I'm cute all the time."

You chuckled and shook your head, leaning down to give him a peck on the cheek. "But you're even cuter when you're sleepy."

"I suppose you could be right," He hummed, acting as though the admission pained him. "Though I wouldn't know seeing as I'm not sleepy."

"Except you are though," You pressed, gently running your fingers through his hair again to prove your point. He had to strain to avoid relaxing into your touch.

"Am not."

You smirked, rolling your eyes. Dealing with a sleepy Kol was also like dealing with a petulant child. "Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Are so."

"Am not."

"Ya' are so."

"Am not."

"Ya are so, and you know it," You declared, poking his cheek.

"I am not, slander and blasphemy!" He was struggling to contain himself from laughing while simultaneously fighting his heavy eyelids. It would have been impressive if it wasn't so petty.

"Oh, I see." You nodded. "So if I were to - I don't know… hum a calm little tune right now for no reason at all, you're saying there's no way you would fall asleep?"

He cracked a smile. "Not a chance in hell."

"How much are you willing to bet on that?" You challenged, raising a brow.

"Absolutely nothing because I am, in fact, full of it," He let himself laugh and closed his eyes again.

"I love you," You muttered.

"I love me too," Kol said, grinning. You rolled your eyes, falling silent for a moment.

You knew you loved Kol… that much was certain and you couldn't deny it even if you wanted to. But you didn't put a label on whatever it was the two of you had for a reason. The two of you had no foreseeable future together - he was a ghost for crying out loud! Kol was dead and it wasn't within your power to bring him back… not permanently anyway. You could never be with him for real. You couldn't keep him in any way that truly mattered.

"For the record…I'm sorry," You whispered. Kol sat up, fully awake now as he shifted onto his side so he could stare at your face with confusion and disbelief.

"Whatever for?" He asked softly.

"I'm sorry I can't bring you back for real." You felt a tear slip down your cheek. "I'm sorry I can only give you a fleeting taste of life - nothing but a bittersweet reminder that will serve as nothing more than salt in an agitated wound when I inevitably die one day. It's selfish of me to tease you like this." You glanced away in shame and regret.

"What? No! No, darling," He said, hugging you closer to him. "You're not selfish at all. You've given me something in death that I never found in life - something for which I searched for one thousand years and never so much as caught sight of."

You scoffed. He made you sound like something grand - like a miracle. "And what was that?"

Kol positioned himself to hover over you, cupping your cheek to guide you to look at him. "Happiness, Y/N," He said. "You gave me happiness." Kol smiled and leaned down, meeting your lips in a kiss so tender and full of adoration you thought you might just drown in it - in him. His nose nudged against yours gently and you could feel him relax a little, allowing a little of his weight to rest on you. He was loving and sweet and gentle, a few more minutes and you knew you would simply melt.

But dreams rarely ever last.

"Hey! No making out with dead people on my couch, Y/N." Your father's voice made the attempt to sound angry but only succeeded in sounding unbelievably tired. You jumped at the sudden interruption of your bliss and Kol groaned.

"Thanks for ruining that, mate," He grumbled, moving off of you before offering his hand to help you up.

"Anytime." Your dad smirked. "It's my genuine pleasure." Your cheeks were red as tomatoes and a grave of pillows sounded rather lovely at the moment.

"I'm sure," Kol hummed with a thin smile. He turned to you. "Darling, what do you say we go to bed now, hmm?"

You simply nodded and made a break for your room. There was no way you would be able to look your father in the eye for at least a week - not after that. No, sir. You felt Kol's hand on your back as you left the room and you were ninety percent sure he turned to stick his tongue out at your father, but you pretended not to notice.

When you got up to your room, you shut the door and collapsed on your bed. "You are just bound and determined to make my dad loathe your existence, aren't you?" You sighed as you pulled Kol to lay beside you.

"Yeah, pretty much," He joked, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. You liked the way he slept, with his whole body curled around you as if to touch as much of you as possible.

"You're impossible," You snickered, snuggling up close to him. "G'night, Kol." You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

"I never should have shown you The Princess Bride," You groaned before settling off to sleep - or at least pretending to. In truth you were waiting for him to say it; the same words he always said as soon as he thought you were asleep.

“I will love you until the waves of the sea no longer break upon the shore, until the stars no longer shine, or until the last remnants of my consciousness cease to exist. Whichever comes last."

A lovely promise to fall asleep to.

The following morning, you woke up tired.

Really, really, tired.

You were, after all, a college student so waking up dead tired wasn’t exactly a new experience and you wouldn’t have thought much of it if not for the five billion worried glances Kol sent your way while you, in your half-dead state, tried to eat breakfast. The concern in his eyes lasted through your walk to school until you could no longer stand it.

“Kol, for the love of Oreos, why are you looking at me like I have stage four lung cancer?” You demanded after catching him watching you for the umpteenth time. The boy had the gall to act as if he had no clue what you were talking about.

“I, um, I wasn’t?” He tried. You sent him a flat look.

“Lie to my face one more time and see what happens.”

He blinked, clearly surprised but you were in no mood to be messed with at the moment. “You had a nightmare last night, darling…” He hesitated, looking you over once again. “Don’t you remember?”

You rubbed your eyes, yawning. “Nope.”

“It seemed a little…intense,” He offered, seeming a little shaken from what you could tell. You wondered what about your nightmare could have had him worried so much but you couldn’t remember having any sort of dream the night before.

“Yeah, I’ve got nothing.” You chuckled. “I don’t know if I should be sorry for that or not.”

“Really?” He pressed, tugging on your hand to pull you to a stop. “You don’t remember anything?”

You shook your head. “Not a thing, no.” Why was he making such a big deal about this?

Something in his expression tightened but he said nothing. He just nodded and walked you the rest of the way to school. You left him with a kiss at the gates and switched your brain into education mode, heading towards your first class of the day.

What had begun as sleep deprivation quickly turned into a headache and fifteen minutes into your lecture, that headache morphed into a powerful migraine. You excused yourself from class and ducked out into the hall, trying to regain your balance and overall sense of self. You felt strangely thin - like food service film stretched to the breaking point. You needed some water. Yeah, that would help.

Stumbling towards the water fountains that you wouldn’t so much as glance at on any other occasion, you somehow managed to draw your water bottle from your backpack and shove it under the fountain's nozzle. You swayed, blinking away the black spots that swarmed your vision but they refused to clear. You heard voices - odd droning voices murmuring nonsensical words. What was happening? You groaned, clutching your skull in a vain attempt to dull the pain as the black spots in your vision turned white. Everything went white. There was a high-pitch ringing in your ears, blocking out all else. Everything was white.

Then there was sound, blaring in your ears.

“Where is the abomination?” - The harsh tone was unfamiliar to you, it was cold and biting and cruel but you had no idea to who it could belong.

“I’d die before I told you.” - That voice, that was your father!

“Very well.”

A gunshot.

Someone chanting.

You heard your father screaming.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” - That was Kol! - “Close your eyes, darling; I don’t want you to see this.”

People screaming.

Bones breaking.

“I'm actually doing you a favor.” - That was a different voice. It wasn't cruel like the other one, though it was cold and apathetic. You still had no idea who it could belong to.

The sounds cut off and images flashed through your mind.

First, your hands - covered in crimson.

Next, a knife - silver and silent.

Third, your father - pale and prone. Laying on the ground with a gash in his throat! He was laying on the ground dead! Your father was dead!

You saw other things but you could hardly process them.

Kol, his eyes were closed and his ears were bleeding.

A streetlamp glowing gold in the misty night.

A field of grass and blood.

All the while someone was screaming.

You felt a pair of hands grip your shoulders, shaking you and you realized then that the scream you’d heard had been your own. Your vision cleared and you found yourself staring into the very worried eyes of one Kol Mikaelson. He called your name and you blinked as the world came into focus. The ghost boy sighed in relief, pulling you into a hug that you didn’t want. You shoved him away and staggered to your feet as you tried to make any sense of what had just happened to you.

“Kol,” You hissed. Your throat was dry and your teeth clenched. “What was that? What just happened to me?”

The phantom’s expression was grim but calm in a determined sort of way. He eyed you wearily, his feet shifting in a way that betrayed a very certain form of caution. He held up his hands in a gesture that looked like something between an attempt at calming a spooked horse and shielding his face from a grenade about to go off.

“What did you see?” He asked, voice low but firm.

You shook your head. “I don’t wanna think about it. I won’t think about it. Just tell me what’s going on!”

“I have to know what you saw, Y/N. What did you see?” His hands clasped your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. You blinked, he seemed somehow… sharper than before. Clearer.

“Why does it matter?” You asked, tugging nervously at your shirt. “Why can’t you just tell me?”

Kol sighed. “Last night you were screaming,” He said; his voice was dry. “You were screaming in your sleep, and I couldn’t wake you up. You kept saying over and over: ‘Please don’t make me watch him die.’ Who were you talking about, love?”

“I don’t know! I-” You froze. The images from moments ago burned in your memory. “Where’s my dad?”

Moments later you were racing down the sidewalk to your house, pushing past people you couldn’t recall seeing around town before. The streets were unusually crowded for your slow and sleepy college campus.

“Why are there so many people?” You huffed in frustration, pushing past a group of girls who couldn’t have been older than fifteen. Kol’s visage appeared in front of you - he didn’t do that often as there was no real need and you would have shoved him aside too if not for his piercing stare.

“Darling, you need to slow down.” His voice was something close to a warning.

“No, Kol. That‘s the last thing I need to do,” You exclaimed. “I need to get to my dad. Now!”

You moved past him, ignoring his sigh of frustration. He appeared in front of you again and you glared at him before dodging aside again, but he caught hold of your arm, stopping you.

“Darling, listen to me,” He stressed, meeting your eyes with an intensity you’d never seen. There was no trace of the playful boy you’d known for so long. “There’s no one here.”

You rolled your eyes. “What are you talking about? There’s a ton of people here and they are all in my way!” You glared at him. “Including you.”

He frowned but chose to selectively ignore that last comment. “Look at them, Y/N. Really look at them.”

You clenched your teeth but did as he said. “Look at what exactly?” The people around you looked like people and you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be seeing.

Kol’s tone softened. “Their clothes, love. Look at their clothes. What’s wrong with them?”

His words sounded like something out of a spot-the-difference book, yet now that he brought it to your attention, you couldn’t help but notice. An older woman across the street wore a long flowing dress - not the formal kind, however. The garment looked like something a medieval peasant might wear. You raised a brow and glanced behind you at the group of teenagers. They were dressed in bright colors and leg warmers. Not far in front of you stood a gentleman in a waistcoat and a gas mask, he checked his pocket watch before huffing something about always being late.

You felt a creeping chill crawl along your skin and, curious, you tugged on that feeling. The colors of your world dulled and changed, taking on a pale greenish hue as the sky turned black as pitch. A black coach drawn by black horses barreled around the corner at the end of the street and charged towards you at full speed. Your breath turned to mist as the temperature dropped below freezing. You braced yourself for a very painful impact as the horses skidded to a stop not even an arms-length in front of you. The driver of the coach laughed - you could see his ribs protruding from his chest - as the man in the gasmask climbed aboard. A whip cracked and Kol grabbed you, pulling you out of the way seconds before the black stallions lurched forward. You looked up at him, eyes wide.

Kol’s skin glowed with a sickly light, blood seeped from a hole in his chest. A hole where his heart should have been. He smirked.

“Welcome to the land of the dead, love.”

You swallowed thickly and shook your head, trying to force down the bile climbing its way up your throat. “I don’t wanna see this. I don’t wanna see this!”

His eyes grew hard - like obsidian. “Then don’t.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and when you opened them, the world was as it always had been. Minus all the dead people who lingered around you like a stubborn cold. “Kol?”

He nodded, seemingly deep in thought. "Good to know you can control it…”

“Kol what’s going on?!” You demanded, feeling the panic rising in your voice. “What are you not telling me?”

He ran a hand through his hair, wetting his lips as he watched you for a moment. “I’ll tell you when I figure it out,” He sighed. “Now, let's go see your father.” He turned and started down the street but you heard the words he muttered under his breath. “I need to ask him a few million questions…”

You dashed after him, your mind a mess of unanswered riddles as you made your way back home. When you got to the door, you gasped. A pang of fear shot through your heart as your eyes landed on the busted lock. The door was barely still on its hinges.

Kol eyed you wearily. “Darling, I don’t think you should-”

You ignored him.

“Dad?!” You called, rushing into the house. “DAD!” There were bullet holes in the wall to the left side of the foyer, you rounded the corner and stopped in your tracks.

Your father was lying on the kitchen floor, bloody and pale. Someone had slit his throat. He was dead - just as you had seen only minutes earlier. You were too late.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Kol said from behind you. His voice was gentle and compassionate - but you had heard those words already. You didn’t want to hear them again, not when you couldn’t do anything to change them.

You felt your skin crawl again and reached for that feeling, pulling on it desperately. If your father was dead then you would be able to see him. The world darkened, taking on that greenish hue. But your father did not appear. He remained as he was, dead and bloody on the kitchen floor. Your hands curled into fists.

“Kol?” You spoke calmly. It was all you could do to keep from screaming and you wanted to scream. You wanted to scream more than you ever had in your life. “Where’s my dad?”

“I don’t know,” He said.

You whirled around to face him, glaring. “What do mean you don’t know?” You ground out. “You’re dead, you should know!”

Kol sighed. “When supernatural beings - people touched by magic, like me - when they die, they linger in a world between worlds that most people refer to as the Other Side. But your father was human. He went somewhere else.” He reached out and took your hand comfortingly. “I don’t know where they go.”

You blinked. The realization of what his words meant crashed onto your shoulders with a weight even atlas could not bear. It was crushing you. “I’m never gonna see him again, am I?”

He shook his head. “No.” Kol guided you into the living room, away from the body on the floor. “Come on, love. You don’t need to see him like this.”

You leaned your head against his chest but you didn’t cry. You couldn’t. You were too angry to cry. Someone had taken your father away and you didn't care what it took, you were going to make that monster pay. But first, you had to figure out what the hell was going on.

“What are you hiding from me, Kol?” You asked after a moment of sitting in silence. “Why is my father dead?”

The ghost boy winced. “I wasn’t hiding it from you, I just-”

“I don’t care about your reasons,” You said. “I just want the truth.”

Kol closed his eyes and let go of a long, heavy sigh. “I wasn’t certain before, but now…” He hesitated. “Y/N, I think you are a very rare supernatural occurrence that some call a Banshee.”

Your voice was flat as you stared at him, raising a brow. “A what?”

He blinked. “A Banshee.”

“Say that again?” You voiced dryly.

“A Banshee?” He repeated. “Did I not say that loud enough?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m just not believing what my ears are telling me.”

“I’m ninety-eight percent sure you’re a Banshee, love,” He said, offering a weak smile.

“You realize how crazy that sounds, right?” You deadpanned.

He shrugged. “Definitly not even one of the top ten craziest things I’ve said, believe me.”

“Yeah, okay,” You chuckled but it was hysterical more than anything. You shoved yourself to your feet. “You’re wrong, though.”

“Pretty sure I’m not,” He hummed.

"No, Kol. Alright? Just no! I-I can't be a-a Banshee!" You insisted, pacing back and forth across your living room. Anything to keep your eyes away from… away from the kitchen.

Kol just sighed, watching you painfully. "Look, darling I get it. I understand that this isn't what you want to hear right now, especially in light of -" You shot him a dark look and he faltered. "- in light of recent events."

You shook your head. "This isn't about what I want to hear or not, okay? I'm pretty sure the universe doesn't care about what I want - this is about facts! First of all, I've screamed a heck of a lot in my lifetime, and not once has that scream done anything besides lose me my phone. I've never blasted anyone across the room and I've certainly never exploded anyone's brain. Secondly, I can't be a Banshee because, according to anything I've ever seen or read, Banshee's aren't people! They're ghosts!"

Kol's expression fell into something both pitying and grim. "I know."

"See?" You laughed. "So I can't be a-" The boy's expression didn't change, if anything it grew darker. "Kol?"

"This is why I didn't want to tell you," He said softly. The color drained from your face and you felt cold.

"Kol, what are you talking about?"

He shook his head, watching you, his eyes brimming with sorrow. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Fear, black and thick and oozing, built up in your chest, forcing its way to your throat. You felt like you were choking. "Why-why are you - Why are you sorry?" Your voice was weak - close to breaking. "Sorry for what?"

His mouth opened but no sound came out. Then he closed his eyes and cursed under his breath, dragging a hand over his face. "Bloody hell, it just isn't fair," He muttered.

"What isn't fair?" You pressed, unsure whether you really wanted to know. You were pretty sure you didn't.

"It must have happened fairly recently." Kol refused to meet your eyes, choosing to focus on the ground instead. His voice was soft and overflowing with regret. "Before you met me, of course. Perhaps even before you started the semester." Your chest tightened at the words. "Your father mentioned once that you were involved in a car accident just before school began and I-" He bit his lip, cutting himself off. His voice dropped to whisper. "You know, I don't think it wouldn't have taken much."

"What does the crash have to do with anything?" There was nothing supernatural involved in that - just a guy being stupid. Kol continued.

"I can't imagine the strain of those first few months - I mean, you never even realized - it must have been exhausting. Using your magic so constantly would have forced it to grow stronger, which would have led to you seeing me."

You narrowed your eyes, your voice trembling. "What do you mean 'using my magic so constantly'? I-I don't understand."

Kol tore his hands through his hair, letting go of a string of curses.

You couldn't stand it any longer. "What are you talking about?!" You cried. Then he finally looked up, he looked you directly in the eyes.

"The instant I tasted your blood I knew you couldn't be human."

“No.” Your brows furrowed and you backed away from him. "No. No, I am human. I am. I'm human, Kol. I'm human!"

“Shh, it’s alright! I believe you!” He tried to calm you but his words had no effect, you kept stumbling back, mumbling. He stood up and caught you in his arms, holding you still and close with one arm around your waist while his other hand stroked your cheek. “I believe you, Y/N. I believe you were human… once. But not anymore. You're far more exquisite. Truly delectable. Intoxicating… addictive."

"What does that-"

His eyes darkened. "Darling, I believe your blood does for me the same thing it does for you."

The world seemed to tilt under your feet. You felt sick. "No…"

"Or maybe I should say it's what you do to it."

"You're wrong. You have to be wrong," You whispered.

"Think about it, love. Your blood makes me corporeal. It gives me tangibility, but not life. I can feed on you as much as I'd like, but your blood does not - cannot - bring me back from the dead."

"Stop it."

"It's not your blood that does this-" He held up his hand, waving it. "- It's something else - something in your blood - something inside you."

"You said I was a necromancer," You hissed, shoving him away. "You said that by feeding you my blood I was giving you access to my life force and that was tethering you to reality. You said I was a witch!"

Kol shook his head. "That's not how magic works, darling," He said. "You can't give me something you don't have."

You froze. "No."

"It's not life that runs in your veins. It's animation - puppet strings."

"Don't say that." You didn't want to hear it. "Please, don't say that."

"I don't think you survived that car accident, Y/N."

You clenched your teeth. "No! Stop it!"

"You see ghosts love, because you are one."

Your hands curled into fists. "I said stop!"

"To put it simply, you're strodïnger's girl-"

"Stop lying!"

"- A powerful spirit possessing your own undead corpse."

He wouldn't stop talking and your whole world was crashing down around you. Your very reality was falling apart at your fingertips.

You couldn't help but scream.

"SHUT UP!"

The words that left your mouth were a silent hurricane. You didn't hear a sound, but the power of your scream washed over Kol in a blast of targeted sound, sending him collapsing to his knees. He screamed, writhing on the floor in agony as he clasped his hands over his ears. Then he lay still. You blinked and gasped, your hands flying to your mouth as you realized what you'd done. You'd hurt him.

Within a second, you were at his side, whispering apologies as you guided his head into your lap. "I'm so sorry, Kol. I-I don't know what happened. I swear I didn't mean to."

Kol's eyes fluttered open and he squinted up at you in a daze. You placed a hand on the side of his face but quickly drew back when you felt something wet and sticky. His eyes closed and his head lolled to the side. A trail of blood streamed from his ears and he moaned in pain.

His ears were bleeding.

You looked at your hands covered in crimson.

Your vision wasn't finished with you yet.

"Kol?" You brushed his hair back, shaking his shoulder. "Kol, wake up!" He didn’t move. “Come on! Come back I-I need you to come back!” The boy remained motionless. Your lips hardened into a thin line and you stood, straightening with resolve. You needed a knife, but you couldn’t go to the kitchen - not when he was still lying there. No.

You searched the room for anything sharp, but it wasn’t as if you just had weapons lying around. Your eyes landed on a glass mantle ornament. You snatched it and threw it on the ground, watching unflinchingly as it hit the ground and shattered into a thousand razor-sharp pieces. You picked up a handful of the glass shards and squeezed. Blood oozed between your fingers but you could hardly register the pain. Anger and shock and fear were all you could feel - there was no pain as the glass sliced your flesh and no pain when you opened your palm and let the jagged pieces tumble to the floor. Kneeling over Kol’s body again, you forced your bloodied hand into his mouth and waited.

Kol shot up hardly a second later, eyes black and fangs bared. He shoved your hand away and scrambled back, growling. You didn't flinch. You were already terrified, you didn't have it in you to be scared of him at the moment. Not when you were already terrified of yourself - of whatever abomination you were. That was what that voice in your vision had said, right? It had been referring to you, it must have been. You watched Kol recover with blank eyes and a blank expression. Taking a few deep breaths, his fangs retracted as his eyes faded back into their usual soft chocolate color. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leveled you with a hard stare.

"I thought I told you never to do that," He hissed. His hands were shaking like those of an addict. You merely shrugged - unfazed.

"You weren't waking up," You replied flatly.

Kol's brows pulled together in confusion. "What?"

You rolled your eyes. "I tried to wake you up but you wouldn't wake up so I resorted something drastic. Get over it," You huffed. You didn't have time for this. Something was going to happen - you could feel it like the oncoming tide.

He tilted his head. "Huh?" He asked a little louder.

You groaned. "I said: I couldn't get you to wake up!"

"What?!" He was practically shouting at this point. You stared at him incredulously. He held up a hand to stop you and held the other hand to his ear, snapping his fingers a few times. "Huh, blown eardrums… that's a new one!" He grinned but the smile fell when he caught your unamused expression. "Give it a second." You stared at him for a few moments until he smirked, climbing to his feet and making a show of brushing himself off. “You should count yourself lucky I can heal fast, darling. Had I been any other poor bloke I think you would have permanently destroyed my hearing just now.”

“That’s not helping,” You mumbled, dragging your hand through your hair. Kol sighed, his shield of good humor falling away.

“You’re going to have to face this, Y/N, whether you want to or not. This isn’t something you can just ignore or wish away. You can’t afford to remain ignorant anymore! Someone killed your father-”

“Don’t say that.” You croaked, cutting him off.

“No, love, I will say it! You know why?” He shot back, voice rising. He took a step towards you. “Because someone was here to kill him! They killed him to get to you, and they are not going to stop. You said you wanted the truth? Well, here it is!”

“I didn’t want this!” You exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “I don’t want to be dead, Kol! Don’t tell me that I’m dead! I can’t-” You fell back onto the couch, exhausted and defeated. You hugged your knees close to your chest. “Don’t call me an abomination,” You whispered.

“I didn’t.” Kol’s voice was soft again as he sat down and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. His hand smoothed up and down your arm. “You’re not an abomination, darling - if anything you’re a miracle.” He chuckled lightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“They said I was unnatural,” You rasped, hugging your knees tighter.

“Who did?” He urged.

“Whoever killed my dad,” You answered. “They said I was an abomination.”

Kol snorted. “Figures.” He leaned back and guided you to rest your head on his chest, combing his fingers through your hair. “Well, good news, darling. I know who’s hunting you.”

“Who?” You sniffed, glancing up at him with red-rimmed eyes. But no tears.

“Witches,” He replied. “They fancy themselves servants of nature - keepers of the balance.”

"So I am an abomination…"

Kol cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "Allow me to let you in on a little secret, love. Usually I’m rather fond of witches, at least, individually because for the most part, they are a rather judgmental bunch of self-righteous maggots. Witches fear things that challenge their power, but that doesn't make you an abomination. After all, they tend to say the same about me and I don't know about you, but I think I'm rather charming."

His comment won a slight laugh from you though it wasn't entirely sincere. "They want me dead, don't they?" You said, distracting yourself with a loose thread on his jacket.

He stiffened and tugged you closer, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Let's just stick with what we know, yeah?"

"Apparently, I don't know much of anything," You grumbled.

"Well, lucky for you, I happen to know how to read," He teased, poking your side before continuing. "From what I've read, a Banshee is a spirit possessing its own corpse which means they effectively straddle the line between living and dead. They are heralds of death - not harbingers of it like many mistakenly believe - they foretell death but they themselves are not beholden to it, thus making them incredibly difficult to kill. For example, if I were to shoot you in the head right now, your soul would temporarily leave your body only to return and heal it completely."

"So the magical equivalent of turning it off and turning it back on again?" You supplied.

"Basically," He agreed with a shrug. "I only know of one guaranteed way to kill a Banshee."

"And what's that?" You wondered.

"The complete obliteration of both their body and soul," Kol said, sounding far too grim for your liking. He pulled you closer, sensing your worry. "But you've no need to worry about that, darling. It's highly unlikely that whoever is hunting you would want you dead."

"Why not?" You asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Kol shot you a confused look, brushing your hair off your forehead. "Killing something as extraordinary as you would be a massive waste considering how potent your blood is simply on its own. As far as necromancy goes I've never seen an ingredient that's quite it's equal, I can't even begin to imagine what something like your heart or eyes might do for a spell. Not to mention the versatility! Necromancy, divination - maybe even kemiya now that I think about it! This is really exciting actually, I-" He paused, finally seeming to notice the tremble that had spread through your entire body. You fisted his shirt, your breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps. "I said too much, didn't I?"

"Heart?" You choked out. "Eyes?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "Ah… right… about that. Well, um, you see, they're very useful ingredients in dark spells," He defended, smiling wryly. "Not your liver, though! Or your kidneys… tonsils… appendix… spleen... Those you can keep."

"Gee, thanks. I feel so much better," You mumbled

"Sorry." He flashed you an apologetic smile. "At any rate, the complete obliteration of someone such as yourself would be entirely inconvenient as it would require a massive power source, such as a major celestial event or-"

"- A temporarily resurrected original vampire with the soul of an ancient witch from an infamously powerful bloodline who's spent a thousand years soaking up magic?" A voice drawled from behind you. Kol sprang up, pushing you to stand behind him as he positioned himself between you and the newcomer; a tiny black haired girl, no older than fifteen, who stood leaning in the doorway to the kitchen. She spun a knife, silver and silent, around and around between her fingers. "I think something like that could certainly do the trick, don't you?" She said, grinning with a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Chrissy," Kol identified the intruder and flashed her a very fake smile. "Of all my siblings' downright miserable sirelings, you were always the one I hated the least."

"I'll take that as a compliment," She smirked. Her voice was light and raspy, not exactly pleasant but sort of intriguing.

"As you should," He hummed. "It's been a while since I've seen your adorable little face - summer of 1623, if memory serves. How have you been, darling?" The pet name wasn't sweet or endearing like it was when he spoke to you, rather it sounded cold and condescending and strangely pointed - as if he were reminding her of something.

The young girl grimaced. "I honestly have no clue how long it's been and I honestly don't care because it cannot have been long enough. And I've been pretty great - certainly better than you."

Kol scoffed. "I'll have you know that I only died because I tried to prevent Armageddon."

Chrissy hissed in faux sympathy. "Tough luck, my friend," She laughed, tossing her knife into the air and catching it again. Then she pointed it at him, waving it around like an extra finger. "I get it though. See, that's what happens when you try to go straight. Ya' try to do something good and those filthy ingrates stab ya in the back for it - nobody appreciates people like us."

"No one," Kol agreed.

"Not even people like us." The girl's mouth twisted into a sharp smirk. "So what do ya' say we just skip this part where we pretend to be civil and get right down to business."

"You're as delightfully blunt as I remember, darling. Still bounty hunting I see?" He said, shifting his weight forward just slightly.

"Yep. And you're in my way." She pushed off the door frame, taking a step into the room. Kol snarled at the hunter and pushed you further behind him. The girl's brows shot up. "Did-did you just growl at me?"

He shrugged. "It worked last time, figured it was worth a shot."

She frowned at him. "Dude, I was fourteen last time. I am seven hundred years old now, you arrogant weasel. It's gonna take a little bit more than growling to scare me off.

"Seven hundred?" He repeated, feigning surprise and disbelief. "Well you sure don't look it. Are you sure it's not past your bedtime?" He jeered.

Chrissy gave him the most insincere smile you'd ever seen. "Good sir…" She took a deep breath. "You suck… Now, step aside."

"I don't think so, darling," He said coolly.

"I'm asking nicely."

"And I'm declining nicely." He smirked. "I could have ripped your head off by now."

"And I could have incompasitated you and your girlfriend in about one hundred different ways throughout the past fifteen minutes." The girl's eyes were oddly dark. They had no definable iris - only pupil - like pools of black tar. "And that's without using any of the cool little secrets they teach you when you join the Stryx."

Kol's entire body stiffened at that one word. You figured it must have meant something very bad.

"You're bluffing, " He called. "You're not part of the Stryx, you're not Elijah's-"

"Nope!" Chrissy cheered. "But I am adorable! And I've gotten very good at my job over the years so I suggest you step aside."

Her words only seemed to further strengthen Kol's resolve. "Not a chance in hell."

"Who hired you?" The words were out of your mouth before you could think them through. If this kid or whatever was a bounty hunter then someone had hired her, right? Chrissy turned to you, she was a rather unassuming girl, not exactly intimidating but you supposed that was the point.

"Finally, someone asking the right questions," She mused. "Witches hired me, honey."

"How'd they know about me?" You demanded.

The girl smirked. "Oh that's easy," She hummed, jerking a thumb in Kol's direction. "His mom told 'em." That statement sent your ghost boy into a whole new state of alarm. The girl continued. "She doesn't like you very much - somethin' about two abominations corrupting the balance of nature or some crap like that. I overheard this freaky possessed lady say the Original Witch has a plan for her children and it doesn't involve you."

"My mother wants to murder her children!" Kol argued, seeming very agitated now. "She wants to exterminate the vampire race, including you!"

"Sounds like an excellent reason to ensure both she and you stay very dead," Chrissy remarked.

Kol's jaw locked and his expression hardened into one of cold determination. "I swear on the Nornir, I will not let you take her," He said.

"Oh, Kol… you know I never believed in your gods." Chrissy smirked. "Let's see them hold you to your promise."

"Close your eyes, darling, " Kol said. "I don't want you to see this."

To eyes as slow as yours, what followed was more or less a blur. Chrissy rushed at Kol and he planted his feet to push back, but at the last second she dodged left and dropped to the ground. Hooking an arm around his knee, she used her momentum to swing around, throwing him off balance as she drove her foot into the back of his ankle. He grunted and collapsed onto one knee. Chrissy didn't give him so much as a second to recover before jamming her elbow into his shoulder. She spun, aiming another kick at the side of his head but he reached back and caught her foot. She cried out and you heard something snap as he tightened his grip before throwing her forward right over his head. There was another snap as Kol twisted her leg sharply and pulled her towards him. He raised his fist and brought it down but she caught it and flipped him on his back. Chrissy recovered faster and managed to trap Kol in a headlock with her leg. Unfortunately for her, Kol brought his fist down on her shin and from the crunching noise that followed, you were pretty sure he'd succeeded in shattering it. The girl screamed and you had to remind yourself that her youthful appearance was nothing more than a facade - she was an ancient being bent on killing you. Chrissy scrambled back and Kol recovered, rising to his full height.

"Come now, darling - don't tell me that's all you've got," He taunted, grinning down at her.

Chrissy just laughed. "Not by a long shot, old man."

She shot to her feet and, sprinting up the wall behind her, she vaulted over her opponent's head and landed on his shoulders in a hand-stand, shoving him to the ground while she threw her weight back and forced her heels into his ribcage. Kol gasped as another sick crack echoed through the air. Chrissy, already upright, sent a punch directly into his teeth. Kol growled and tried to grab her head but she shoved his hands away. He caught her shoulders instead and pulled her down so he could slam his head against her chin. You knew for a fact, that between the two of them, Kol definitely had the thicker skull. Chrissy reeled back and he took that as his opportunity to throw her off.

You could see the blood coating his teeth as he stood and grinned before rushing her. He grabbed the bounty hunter by the shoulders and slammed her head into his knee, then into the wall and then into his knee again before throwing her down on the floor face first. Planting his foot at the base of her spine, he caught her hair in his fist and twisted it around his hand, tugging her head up sharply.

"My sweet little Chrissy," He hummed, smirking. "I taught you well, but you'll never be able to beat me."

"I know!" Her tone was something between a pained hiss and a gleeful laugh - it was unhinged and insane. Those frightening black eyes were open wide, rolling back in their sockets to catch a glimpse of him. "It's why I never intended to!"

She flicked her wrist and a gleaming knife slid into her hand. Reaching behind her, Chrissy sheared her hair from Kol's grip causing him to stumble from the force of his own pull. She rolled and climbed to her feet before twisting around and flinging the knife directly into Kol's chest. He scowled and ripped it out but he was too slow. You had watched enough action movies to identify the SMG Chrissy wrenched from her waistband.

You tried to scream - to use your Banshee nature to save Kol. But you couldn't. Your mouth opened but there was nothing to be heard.

Chrissy leveled the gun at Kol and squeezed the trigger. He wasn't faster than a bullet and those bullets fired faster than you could comprehend. The magazine was empty in less than a second and the damage had been done. He looked down and watched the blood seep through his clothes. There were so many holes. His stomach and chest turned red. The boy blinked and took a shuddering breath before collapsing to his knees with a whimper of pain.

"No," You whispered. He glanced at you, his expression full of regret. His gaze shifted back to Chrissy.

"Y-you cheat-" The boy coughed and a trail of blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. "You cheated," He accused.

"Yeah, I did," Chrissy panted, staggering into a wall. She leaned on it for support and waved the gun in his face. "Thirty wooden rounds, sweetheart. Your insides are shredded." She tossed the gun away, sneering. "I didn't have to beat you, I just had to hurt you bad enough to get you down." She pushed herself off the wall and strode over to him, grabbing a handful of his hair. "Night-night, Kol." Then she wrenched his head to the side with an ear-splitting snap. He crumpled to the ground and didn't move again.

You gasped, unable to tear your eyes away from your love's lifeless body. Chrissy knelt down and pulled out a syringe which she then stabbed into his arm. She was silent as she filled it with his blood, but then she stood and turned to you.

"Your turn," She said, tonelessly.

"Please don't do this," You begged, backing away pointlessly. "Please just let me go?"

The bounty hunter just sighed, her voice was cold and apathetic. "You know, even if you can't see it, I'm actually doing you a favor." Before you could blink, the girl rushed to your side and jabbed a needle into your arm. You cursed. Then the world went black.

When you woke up, there was ringing in your ears, your eyelids felt like one-hundred pound weights, and you could actually hear yourself blinking. It didn't take you long to figure out that your hands were bound and that there was some sort of apparatus covering your mouth - a muzzle, you realized. They had muzzled you like some deranged animal.

You opened your eyes, squinting against the light of a streetlamp glowing gold in the misty night. This was a car you were sitting in. You glanced out the passenger's side window and were met with the sight of a gas pump. You turned your head to look out the other window and saw Chrissy leaning against the car, staring out into space while she waited for the tank to fill up. Once that was done, she paid and climbed back into the vehicle. The door shut with a bang and you sat still as a statue, waiting to see what the bounty hunter would do. She just stared straight ahead for a few more moments. Then she turned to you.

"Hi." Her smile was friendly enough. You tried to say something in return but the instant you made a sound, a burning pain shot through your chest. "Yeah, don't bother talking. The witches made that for you to make sure you can't scream. It's nothing personal, but I just don't trust you not to blow me to bits or whatever it is a Banshee does." Well, you couldn't exactly fault her for that. You wouldn't trust you either. "You weren't supposed to be up yet, but I guess you burned through that sedative pretty quick, huh?" She laughed softly and looked back out the windshield at that glowing street lamp. "This isn't personal, sweetheart. I don't think you deserve to die and usually I wouldn't even take a job like this one, but when somebody offers me the chance to hurt Kol Mikaelson - Well there's no way I could pass that up. So, for what it's worth… I'm sorry." The girl sighed and turned to you with a small but kind smile.

"Can I offer you a word of advice? You don't have to say yes, but you remind me a lot of myself and I've watched enough girls fall into your position to know that I honestly want to help you."

The blank expression on her face startled you. Her eyes held nothing but tired honesty. Those eyes were much too tired for her youthful face. So you nodded, and she offered you a slight smile.

"Kol doesn't love you, Y/N," She said. You wanted to speak up and tell her otherwise but you couldn't, so you just glared. "I know it's not what you want to hear, but it's the truth. He doesn't love you because Kol Mikaelson isn't capable of love or compassion of any kind. He loves only what you can do for him." Her voice was cold but patient, like a concerned friend. It was genuine in a way you didn't expect. "He'll tell you everything you want to hear, touch you just the way you can't resist, twist you up, make you love him, and then he'll throw you away just like the hundreds of other girls he's kissed before you. I've watched him do it for seven hundred years. You're not special to him - you're nothing to him. You're just another useful dalliance he's using to fill that hole in his chest where his heart's supposed to be.

"He'll come to rescue you - that I can guarantee - but it won't be because he couldn't live without you, though I bet that's exactly what he'll say because he finds humor in the double meaning of it. He can't live without you - the maniac's hooked on your blood. That's what he'll be coming for - not you." Chrissy chuckled bitterly.

"He doesn't care about you." She turned the key to start the car. "He never cared about any of us."

Her words did not escape you. What did that statement mean? You wished you could ask but the muzzle kept you mute. The inquisitive expression on your face when she glanced at you must have prompted her to speak further.

"Kol found me on the streets," She admitted. "I was young and I was starving and he gave me bread. In exchange, I would steal things for him and eavesdrop on some very dangerous people." Her expression grew pained. "I thought he was my friend. He gave me food, made me laugh, held me when I was upset - he treated me almost like a little sister. And he told me that if I worked hard enough, he would make me like him and I could be a part of his family. He-he promised…" The girl's hands tightened on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as her voice quieted even further. "He left me in a gutter instead."

Chrissy met your gaze; her eyes were hard but full of something fair.

"Where's he gonna leave you, I wonder?"

She didn't say anything for the rest of the ride.

The field you arrived in was lush and green. Chrissy parked the car and got out, moving over to the other side to pull you out as well. She walked you forward into a circle of stern faced men and women. Their eyes followed you as the bounty hunter brought you to an elderly woman you could only assume was their leader. Chrissy dropped the vial of Kol's blood into the woman's hand, nodded to you and then left without another word. You watched her drive away and wondered if she'd been right. Somehow, you weren't angry about what she'd done.

"Do you know why you are here, abomination?" The voice belonged to the old woman. She sneered at you as though you were something filthy. Her voice was cruel, just like that of the person who had killed your father.

All you could do was shake your head.

"You are here because you have perverted the natural law. Possessing another being is dark magic, possessing a corpse is forbidden, but to possess one's own undead form is a violation of the most unholy order. The spirits have judged you guilty of this heinous crime and as servants of nature it is our duty to cleanse the earth of your filth." The elder opened the vial of Kol's blood and dipped her finger in it, reaching up, she dabbed the blood on your eyelids then drew a line over your heart with the rest. Then she closed her eyes and began to chant with the rest of the witches following suit.

A searing pain exploded in your chest. Your heart felt like it was being torn in half and your eyes burned as though they were on fire. You wanted to scream but the muzzle choked you. It hurt so bad, you fell to the ground, curling into a ball as tears ran down your face. You prayed for Kol to find you. You prayed for him to save you.

"Excuse me ladies… and gents, sorry there mate - didn't see you." Upon hearing that familiar silky voice, your heart soared. The changing cut off and the pain in your chest eased. "Thank you all for coming, but I'm afraid I simply cannot allow this to continue."

You let go of a shuddering breath, content to lay in the dirt and recover.

"Kol Mikaelson," The cruel woman spat. "The Butcher comes to save his unholy pet."

"Are you jealous?"

The witch scoffed. "It is an abomination!"

"Perhaps, but she's my abomination and I'd very much like her back now," Kol said. "If you return her willingly, who knows? I might just let one or two of you live."

"We would rather die than-"

Kol cut her off with a gleeful laugh. "I was hoping you'd say that! How wonderful that we're all in agreement!" He clapped his hands together. "One last thing: when you see my mother tell her to shove it up her's."

The sounds that followed made you sick. People screaming. Bones breaking. You were glad you kept your eyes closed. But it wasn't too long before everything was all too silent.

"Darling?" You leaned into his touch as Kol gently gathered you in his arms. Residual pain still lingered in your bones from whatever the witches had tried to do. "My love, what have they done to you?" He whispered as his fingers trailed over the straps that held the muzzle in place. After a few tries, he successfully tugged it off and threw it far away. It slithered across the grass as you finally opened your eyes. Kol watched you with a soft smile and his thumb stroked your cheek. You took a breath…

Then you cried.

"You're alright, love. I'm right here," He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll always protect you… I couldn't live without you."

Kol held you as he always had, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He picked you up and you saw a field of grass and blood before he took off and brought you back home. Later that night, when you had cried yourself to sleep, he whispered that sweet promise.

But Chrissy's words still rang in your ears.

And you wondered.

Did he love you?

Or did he love the Herald of Death?

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JJK || Someway

Chapter Two

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summary: You go on a non-refundable cruise with your LA realtor ex-boyfriend. Things get interesting.

tags: one bed trope, exes to lovers, mutual pining, stubborn!y/n, vacation, smut, angst, fluff, fem!reader x jungkook

warnings (vary per chapter): alcohol consumption, angst

wc: 2.1K

"Gonna find some chickssss…" Jungkook breathes, hunched over a running sink. He taps his razor on the side of the bowl and brings it to his face again to swipe off another layer of foam. "Gonna get laidddd~" he almost sings.

After he is finished, he rinses it off and pats it dry with a towel. "Okay," he sighs. "Okay!"

His hand reaches for his cologne, next to his deodorant on the counter. Snapping off the cap, he sprays a little bit on his wrist, dabs it on his neck, and rubs it in.

Subtlety is key, in his opinion.

Jungkook has been told that his closet is a bit monotone, and to that he says, yeah. It's classy. That's the point. It emphasizes his features and paints him in a sophisticated light.

Tonight, he wants to appear as enticing as possible.

He decides on a tailored black dress shirt with a deep collar, a tan leather belt, solid black cotton pants, and brown cap-toe shoes. He selects a watch to pair with his silver earrings.

He pulls his sleeves one more time, checking the mirror for any discrepancies before adjusting his watch a final time. "Ahhh…Yeah. I'm hot," he smiles.

He's ready to head out. He grabs the room key and walks up to the door.

He places his hand on the knob.

He turns the knob.

He lets go of the knob and frowns.

"I can't go."

And with that, he folded his arms over one another and stood, staring at the mahogany door.

'It's just a door,' he thought. 'Nothing is actually going to happen if I walk through it.'

But if Jungkook walked through the door, it would mean leaving the room behind. It was the last shared space between the both of you.

Despite his efforts to finalize your unspoken decision to go your separate ways, he's held back by his subconscious delusion. It is now man against himself.

It would now be his dirty little secret that the guy who stormed out of your apartment not even a month ago still can't manage to disregard his attachments toward you.

If only you'd been ugly. If only you'd had a terrible personality. If only you'd been inconsiderate. Intolerant. Petty. Anything.

You're not perfect by any means, but in Jungkook's eyes there was nothing more beautiful– is nothing more beautiful.

"Why do you always have to make things difficult, Y/N? You're so stubborn," he says as he sits back down on the bed.

He's sitting down on the pamphlet. He lifts himself up to remove it from underneath him and closes its pages, tossing it on the nightstand. "So stubborn."

He fixates on the word in an attempt to associate you with it, but fails. There's no doubt that he just lost the best thing that has ever happened to him.

It's a defeat he will fight, and fight hard, to keep undercover.

The sun has sunk over the horizon and it's now time for dancing on deck seven.

The music had livened up and tables were almost all vacant by a quarter past eight. You have finished your third glass of wine, and you're admittedly tipsy.

Due to poor decision making, you end up on the dance floor just outside the restaurant. They're not playing anything from this century, but that's fine by you. You're simply happy to be alive.

You smile and twirl, taken by the tempting melody that the band is spitting. Your body becomes a vessel of their sound. It's exhilarating–

–Ooh!

You've bumped your shoulder into someone. Without hesitation, apologies start flying out of your mouth. Your ability to speak decreases with each pathetic stammer. You're embarrassed.

"Hey, no. No," the stranger insists. "You're fine." He takes a step back. He examines you briefly. "You're…really fine."

This person is tall, has dark hair and dark eyes. His sweater is rolled up at the sleeves and he looks slightly overdressed for a jazz club. Whatever.

"Oh, well," you purse your lips. "Thank you."

You squeeze past and continue dancing. It isn't until later that the young man puts himself in your way. He says, "I was trying to flirt with you."

"You were?" You reply.

"Yes! I was. I think you're pretty. Come dance with me?" He offers, leaning forward just a bit. He looks sweet enough, and there's no explicit reason for you to decline the offer.

This is exactly what you've wanted all day. It's in front of you now, the opportunity of a lifetime. Here you go.

"Uhm,"

"No, sorry."

You hide your face and quickly evacuate the premises. How humiliating. You shove yourself into one of the bathroom stalls and lock it. You just about kick yourself. How could you let this happen?

Maybe if you went back and said yes he'd still take the dance. You pinch the metal fixture locking the stall but let it go. That would only make matters worse.

So, you wait until the dance is over. You tap your feet nervously as you sit on the toilet, just counting the minutes until 10 o'clock so you can head back to your suite and spend the night binge-eating chips and guac.

You imagine you'll have the place to yourself, and the TV has plenty of late-night period dramas to get invested in to distract yourself from the shell your love life has become.

Wonderful. That's all fine and good. That's comfortable. It's been your norm ever since Jungkook left and honestly? It's normal.

It hurts so fucking much, though. It stings like someone stabbed a poisonous arrow through your heart and expected you to live through that.

You swallow your feelings, though, because Jungkook is absolutely right. You're a stubborn little girl. You can take it, so long as he can.

The bathroom is silent now. The custodians are making their rounds, making sure no guest has stayed past curfew.

You come out of your cell and step out, peeling off your heels and dragging your feet toward the elevator. You hug your jacket tight as the doors close.

Upstairs, you pull your key out of your jacket pocket and tap it against the sensor. It instantly unlocks and you step into an unexpectedly well-lit room.

You approach the foot of the bed to find your ex-boyfriend splayed across the sheets with his eyes fixated on the television, a remote control held loosely by his left hand. He groans.

"You look like you've been out," you say.

"I didn't," he says, mindlessly. "I stayed inside the whole time. The…" he pauses. "The reservations weren't for today."

Liar.

"Really, I thought they were for today and tomorrow," you press.

Jungkook sits up and turns off the TV. He slides off the bed and starts undoing his belt, walking toward the bathroom without another word.

You turn to watch him leave. "You're so dramatic," you comment. He doesn't hear you. You sit, putting your jacket to the side as you pull off the straps of your dress. You drag the fabric down your body, grabbing it from your feet and folding it neatly into one of the drawers.

You pick out an oversized shirt to sleep in. Two of them are souvenirs from past vacations. The other three, which the maid had mistaken for Jungkook's t-shirts, were stolen from his closet years ago and are just kind of yours.

In her defense, they were once his…but it would be silly to give them back now, right? You'd only give them back if he asked.

You drape one over your body and untuck everything, ready for bed. He appears in his sweatpants and beater, having brushed his teeth and done his personal care. He medicates for his acne and sometimes he has stomach problems so he takes something for that too.

It's things like that that get to you. You know him personally…and to see him so close again is setting off alarm bells in your head. Nevertheless, you smile and say, "come on, let's go to sleep."

Jungkook stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Isn't it early? I don't know." He clearly has something on his mind.

"We're only getting older, you know," you reply.

"You think I don't know that? My back has been acting up lately…" he puts his hands on his back and stretches in mock pain.

"You need to start sleeping earlier,"

"Wow, okay, Mom," he kneels on the bed, fluffing his pillow before collapsing on the mattress. "And how come you're not in some guy's bed right now?" He grumbles.

"I am."

"Wow, Y/N. Wow," he huffs, pulling the covers over his body and facing the window.

He closed his eyes and you thought that was the end of that.

After a while, he says, "So you're playing hard to get with someone?"

"Not necessarily…" you respond. Your hands lie above your torso, the gentle fabric of the cover comforting you. "There were still other things to do out there, you know. There's a poker club on deck nine. You were always good at calling my bluffs."

"--You think I'm good?!" He turns to face you, intrigued. It's a refreshing sight to see.

"Yeah, I think…you have to be a good liar to be good at poker," you say.

Jungkook's expression transforms. It is as if he is about to say something of great significance.

You are not ready for this. So, you run. "Given you were able to fool me into loving you for three years, yeah. I think you're very good."

"I loved you, Y/N,"

"I never said you didn't. It was my mistake for giving you the time of day."

"Don't say that. Don't…"

"I don't love you, Jungkook. Not after you ran away from me. Not after you neglected me. Not after you took all of my heartfelt effort into making us work and threw it all away in one night."

Jungkook does not say anything after that. He pretends to be asleep after that. He wipes his silent tears with his thumb after that.

He knows he's not sleeping. You know he's not sleeping. But for the sake of his own heart, he remains wordless towards you.

In the morning, he is gone.

You don't know if he's simply gotten up before you and went to eat breakfast or if he's forfeited the room. All you know is that his stuff is still here and his side of the bed is cold.

You put your hand to your forehead. You're a little warm, but it's nothing to worry about. Beside you, a digital clock displays the time. It is a lovely Monday morning at sea.

At this point, there is nothing but endless sea and sky on either side of the ship. The sun hovers over the horizon, glistening against the vessel.

As you look out through the window, thoughtfully stirring your morning coffee, you take a deep breath in. Today would be an ideal day for yoga. Perhaps the gym would be a good idea.

Perhaps.

You had packed plenty of leggings and comfortable sports bras. It was only a matter of finding out where the sports center was.

After picking out a matching set of workout clothes, you place them on a nearby chair.

Next to the bed, on your side, the pamphlet that was given to Jungkook by the attendant was on the floor. You pick it up and flip through its pages, searching for the map.

You find the map and point to your suite. To your surprise, there is a small heart drawn in blue pen around it. In the margins, in Jungkook's handwriting, is a note. It reads, "you are here."

You trace the shape with your index.

It occurs to you the first instance during which you saw Jungkook's curly handwriting. It was back when you were still swiping through tinder, of all apps.

You were still in the talking stage with him, and the conversation had transitioned from something else to the topic of Valentine's Day cards.

It wasn't anywhere near Valentine's Day or anything. You can't quite put your finger on how it came up.

You mentioned how you never got a Valentine's Card before. "Not in school, not at work, not anywhere," you said.

Jungkook stopped typing.

A few minutes later, you received a notification that read: "Attachment: 1 Image."

Mind you, this was the first time that you'd ever been excited by that particular notification coming from a man. It was, in fact, not a picture of a penis, but of a long and elaborate letter signed by Jungkook himself.

It was thoughtfully written and flowed well, and, frankly, quite romantic. You kept that digital letter as your background for months before a selfie of the two of you meeting up for a first date replaced it.

Well, now whatever you opened the map for has slipped your mind. You close the booklet and place it properly on a nearby table.

You need to get ready for the gym.

a/n: I'll be updating this Friday, April 15th. I already have the next chapter written 😝

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Honeybee

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: While attending Seraphina's wedding, Y/N discovers that her crush on her best friend’s older brother hasn’t gone away after all these years. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, alcohol consumption, fingering, penetrative/protected sex Word Count: 5.7k

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NOTE: I know I promised a oneshot over the weekend, but I’m a messy, inconsistent bitch, so you get it a day late 😅🥰

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Looking back, I was starting to wonder if Seraphina only got engaged and asked me to be her maid of honor just to witness my slow descent into a heaping puddle of lovesick mush.

Truly, it was pathetic.

Yeah, yeah, she was getting married because she loved her fiancé and whatever, obviously, but she was also using it as an excuse to try and get me to admit my feelings for her older brother. Feelings, I might add, that only surfaced when I was a middle schooler and went away once he went off to college.

Sure, I'd thought about him on occasion when he was inevitably brought up around Sera's house throughout the years, but that was it. I'd hardly say I was hard-core in love with him. And I was totally prepared to see him for the first time since our high school graduation.

At least, I thought I was.

And Seraphina—the little shit—knew it, too. The smirk on her face the moment we were all in the same room for the first time in ten years made me want to run and hide more than her brother's figure, right in front of me and hotter than ever.

I was mad. Not at Sera as much, because really there was nothing she could do about the fact that he was her brother, but I was mad at myself. Because how in the hell had it stood to reason that a man I actively didn't think about for a whole decade had this much of an effect on me after all this time?

Honestly? I blame the FBI.

If he'd done literally anything else with his life I probably could have made it. Well, not by much if we're being honest, but come on...

Where he'd been a bit nerdy and reserved as I knew him, the man in front of me had clearly changed. Not just physically, though that was also a pleasant surprise. He looked like he'd been through some shit... And he carried himself taller. There was a new air of confidence that perched on his shoulder and helped him along as he talked with old friends and family members at his sister's rehearsal dinner.

Spencer Reid was older and more experienced this time around, and somehow even more goddamn delicious...

I was a total wreck. And it was about to get a whole lot worse.

He was coming this way. Right for me. He'd noticed me staring at him all night, because I couldn't keep my shit together, and now I was absolutely doomed.

Guess it was a good thing I'd practically grown up with him and knew how to act outwardly.

Still, the moment he was up close and flashing me that little smile of his, I felt the pit of my stomach scream out loud, sending shockwaves through my bloodstream.

"Hey, Honeybee. It's been a while."

Fuck. That fucking nickname...

"Spencer... It has."

When we hugged briefly, I tried as hard as I could not to inhale his scent, knowing that not only was that pathetic and embarrassing, but also I'd never stop smelling it otherwise. I did take note, though, of how strong he was now. He wasn't a bodybuilder of any kind, but he was certainly less bony and more defined.

I had to hold back a whine as I felt him let go of me, because I didn't want to leave his warm embrace but also because I didn't think I could stand to look at his face anymore without losing any and all semblance of my cool.

Still, I let him release me, and even then he didn't go far. We only stood inches apart, and my whole body was practically numb at the proximity. It also didn't help that I had to tilt my head up to see his face— It made me feel extremely submissive, and I could already feel myself starting to shrink.

Whether he was amused at that or just at me in general, the feeling I got was the same.

"Sera tells me you've been busy..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right word, though I could tell he already had it on the tip of his tongue. "Modeling?"

I closed my eyes with a sigh. "It was one job for some obscure European magazine, no one in the country's probably ever heard of it... It's not that big of a deal."

Spencer huffed a laugh. "You sound embarrassed..."

How was I supposed to respond to that? If I lied and told him I wasn't embarrassed, he'd figure it out, and if I told him the truth? I'd still be screwed. Honestly, my best bet was changing the subject.

Though, maybe it wasn't— When I asked him about his travels for work, he ignored it and responded with, "Ah, so you are embarrassed."

"N— I am not!"

"You changed the subject so fast I barely had time to blink... There's nothing to be ashamed of, Honeybee, I don't know why you'd—"

"Look, dude, I'm not ashamed, and I'm certainly not changing the subject. We were on the subject of jobs. So there."

I was aware of how childish I sounded, but I stood my ground nonetheless. And thankfully Spencer seemed to let it go, though not without amplifying that amused sparkle in his eye.

"Okay... Well, I've got some more people to see, but, uh... I'll see you around. Maybe you can show me some of your work."

He didn't even give me time to protest. Though if he had, I was sure I wouldn't have been able to get any words out what with that goddamned face he had, twisted and sculpted into all these beautiful ways that were designed specifically to make me a blubbering hot mess.

I could only gather the courage to nod in response, though he'd turned his back and walked away by the time I got it out.

———

All things considered, I'd managed to avoid him for the majority of the wedding festivities. I focused all my energy on being happy to see my best friend get married, and likewise it seemed that Spencer was inclined to do the same.

He walked his sister down the aisle, and seeing them both so happy truly made my heart sing. To think I'd known them since we were all kids more or less, and now they were both successful, beautiful human beings... It warmed me to my core, and despite the other flames that stung my insides at seeing Spencer in his tux, thing were going swimmingly.

That being said, we were just about two hours into the reception, and there was absolutely nothing stopping me from begging Seraphina to put me out of my misery.

Except maybe pints upon pints of alcohol.

In hindsight, that may not have been a good idea, though. Because as much as the open bar had it benefits, it also hated me. It was mostly my fault, because I was stupid enough to forget that I get frisky when I'm drunk, but that didn't stop me from blaming the bartender for continuing to serve me.

I wasn't quite at the point of all-out inebriation, but I was definitely toeing the line between tipsy flirting and total disaster.

And when Spencer came over to ask me to dance, I knew I was doomed.

I didn't find myself caring about what he was saying, only the fact that he was there, in front of me, putting his hands on me and breathing in the same air that I was putting out. My entire body buzzed, and while I would have panicked otherwise, my tipsy brain welcomed the tingle and made me a bit bolder.

"You enjoying yourself tonight?" he asked, like he couldn't already tell that I was having the time of my life.

"No way. You suck at dancing." The joke rolled off my tongue with ease, a product of years spent teasing him for countless things.

And just like all those times before, he rolled his eyes and then immediately flashed an affectionate smile all the same.

I should have stopped there, maybe tried to do something a bit more romantic like teach him how to dance... Placing his hands and fixing his posture, taking the time to gracefully have an excuse for exploring his body with my hands...

But romance took a backseat when I pressed myself in even closer to him and hummed just under his jawline. "Mmm, but I bet you're good at other things..."

I felt his hands grip my waist just a little tighter, and his throat visibly twitched. "How much have you had to drink, Honeybee?"

"Spencer," I whined, pressing my face into his neck. "Don't tell me you're turning me down, please..."

I could tell by the way he was touching me, his hands wavering and undecided, and the way his heartbeat thrummed loudly and quickly against my own that he wanted nothing more than to entertain my desires.

The thought made me quiver and press further into him. I kissed his jawline tenderly, silently begging him to whisk me away and finally make me his, but it broke my heart a little to feel him peel away from me.

When he looked into my eyes though, I swore the gleam in his own is what put me back together. It could have been the liquor swimming around in my body that made me feel lightheaded, but when Spencer lifted my chin with his fingers and looked me over, I knew that wasn't it. It was wholeheartedly, without a doubt, him.

"Tell you what... You get sobered up by the end of the night, and maybe I'll come find you."

I wanted to nod, but his gentle grip on my chin held me steady—At least until he glided his fingertips down my throat and over my shoulder. Then I downright slumped forward with a whine and a weak nod that seemed to make him smile.

"Thank you for the dance," he said earnestly, leaning forward to press the lightest of kisses to my temple.

Just like that he was gone, and I wanted him back almost immediately.

———

And so the night dragged on, and the longer I sobered up the more it dawned on me what the fuck just happened— What the fuck was going to happen, too, if I played my cards right.

It didn't help that I could practically feel Spencer's eyes on me the whole time. Probably to make sure I really wasn't drinking anymore, a fact that only made this feel more real.

On top of it all, I was starting to lose count of the amount of men here who were trying to buy me drinks. Even if the one man I really wanted tonight hadn't given me a deal, I still wouldn't have accepted them, if only for the pathetic fact that I would have been trying to catch his attention instead.

So much for trying to convince myself I wasn't in love with him...

Was that really what it was? It had to be, right?

Either way, I was determined to find out, and that meant declining every flirtatious offer to drink and dance.

Unfortunately, Seraphina seemed to notice, even on the one day in her entire life she shouldn't have been thinking about anyone but herself. "You're not having fun," she pouted, plopping down next to me and handing me a shot. "Have fun."

I laughed and set the tiny glass down on the table. "I am having fun, I'm just... tired. And being hungover tomorrow does not sound fun."

"Mmm," she responded, visibly suspicious.

I didn't really know what to say to her to convince her not to be though, so I grabbed her hand and smiled. "You're having fun though, right? 'Cause I will not hesitate to kick someone's ass if you're not."

With a bellowing laugh mildly tainted with the smell of champagne, Seraphina squeezed my hand and leaned in close. "I'm having the best time. I couldn't be happier."

"Well, good. You deserve it."

After a small moment of silent shared smiles, my best friend glanced over elsewhere and then back to me with that look in her eye that kind of scared me.

And her words were even scarier... "So, you talk to Spencer at all tonight?"

"Uh— Yeah... Briefly."

"Mhmm... Y'know, I saw you two dancing together earlier. You seemed reeeally close..."

There I was, getting defensive in front of a Reid sibling for the second time that night. And just like before, I was awful at being subtle. "Sera, stop it! It was just a dance..."

"Bullshit! He had his hands all over you, and he had that gross-ass, dreamy-ass look in his eye! He so wants to sleep with you!"

"Sera!" I gently shoved her and tried not to smile at the goofy smile she had plastered on her face.

"Am I wrong?"

"I... I don't..."

"Ha! I'm not wrong!"

The defeated look in my eye did nothing to disconfirm her story.

"So, what's stopping you from letting him?"

I went wide-eyed. "Se—You... You seriously would... You're okay with this? It doesn't... gross you out?"

There were a lot of things I could have seen Seraphina do in that moment, but pinching and yelling at me were not any of them. "Y/N! You idiot! I've been trying to get you two together for years! If I knew all it took was me getting married, I would have accepted Theo Decker's proposal..."

"Wa— In fifth grade? Sera, that wasn't—"

"I know, but you get what I mean! You two are so painfully attracted to each other, it physically hurts me. It's actually disgusting, but if it means there's a chance that you might get to be my sister? I say go for it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You... You really mean that?"

"What, you think I'd joke about that?"

Everything that she conveyed to me within the look in her eyes, her words, and the squeezing of her hand over mine told me she was sincere.

"I love you, you know," I told her just as sincerely.

Her smile was as radiant as ever, but the teasing tone in her voice was enough to make me scowl again. "Right back at'cha, Honeybee. Just do me a favor and don't tell me any details. I don't wanna know."

I stuck my tongue out at her, followed by a short shove. "Oh, and as soon as you get back from your honeymoon? I'm kicking your ass for telling him about that nude shoot I did for that magazine..."

She only grinned. "Why? I think I did you a favor..."

I rolled my eyes at her, but in the end, I guess she was right.

———

I shouldn't have been pacing. Really, it was pretty fucking embarrassing the way I walked in circles around my hotel room, waiting for a knock at the door or a text message on my phone, or something to let me know that Spencer had really meant what he said and was on his way to come find me.

I didn't have a single drink after we danced, and I swear to God, if he made me go through this entire night all nervous without the liquor to calm me down, for nothing? I was going to kill him tomorrow.

Later today... Whatever.

The point? I was well and truly ready to feel him taking up my personal space, and I was going to feel like a real idiot if I waited around and prepped and everything, only for him not to show. The funny thing was, it was almost two in the morning, and I would have stayed up until the sun rose for him.

Thank God he had the decency to save me the trouble.

A short two-rap knock on the door made me jump, but I ran at it full-speed, flinging the large wooden panel open and letting its momentum blow cool wind over my body. And I needed it, too.

Because standing right in front of me was Spencer Reid in all his semi-exhausted glory. His outfit was loosened, buttons undone and bowtie untied, hanging limp around his neck. His hair sat wild atop his head and a thin layer of sweat coated his skin. Maybe that last part sounded gross, but looking at him? It was anything but.

Especially when he flashed me that damned smirk. "Someone's eager..."

I tried not to sound as dumbfounded by his presence as I felt. "Well, you made me a good offer I couldn't refuse. Excuse me for being excited."

"And here I thought all this time you hated me, Honeybee..."

"That would be easier, wouldn't it?"

His grin transformed into a full-on beaming smile then, and it only made my skin feel warmer and my heart beat faster. I returned his smile with my own, so genuinely happy to see him again after all this time, and with the brightest show of happiness I'd ever seen.

Turns out, smiling like a lovesick idiot was all I was capable of.

"Are you... gonna let me in?"

The low suggestive tone in his voice had me springing into action, stepping back and allowing him the space to come in. And though he had plenty of room, Spencer still decided to brush his body over mine as he passed. His eyes bore into my own as he gently kicked the door shut and enveloped us in a dimness that came from cheap hotel lighting.

Still, I was unable to speak, and hardly able to even breathe, with each passing second.

And then, his hands were on my waist, pulling me to him with a softness that matched the whisper in his throat as he said, "C'mere..." Looking up at him then, his fingers burning holes through the thin fabric of my dress while he looked back down me, eyes swimming in tender desire... It almost didn't even feel real.

And it certainly didn't feel real when he leaned in, one of his hands coming up to touch my face while the other pressed me firmly against him.

The moment his lips touched mine, I was gone. I positively melted into him, so much so that it felt like I was just becoming a part of him entirely, losing myself in the moment and unwilling to let it go.

Even when he sighed against my lips and parted his own to kiss me deeper, I just followed suit and let him take the lead. We moved together as one, fluidly and with as much eagerness was possible. I'd wanted to get a taste of him for so long, and he obviously felt the same way, what with the thorough and precise exploring his tongue did with my own. It shot warmth throughout my whole being, and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me from how weak they felt.

Spencer seemed to understand what was happening to me, because as soon as I'd thought it, he was just as quick to literally sweep me off my feet, scooping me up bridal style and carrying me over to the large bed in the middle of the room.

"I know we're at a wedding and all, but geez," I laughed, watching as he laid me down gently and crawled over my body. "A little much?"

He only rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for trying to be romantic..."

"Mmm, I think you're just being an overachiever. As per usual."

That remark earned me a pinning of my wrists above my head, and the fire that erupted in my very core at my current position only cemented that this was very real.

Spencer grinned, his hips coming down to roll over mine teasingly. He spoke nice and slowly, his voice slicing through my soul like smooth butter. "Oh, Honeybee, I'll show you an overachiever..."

Once again I was rendered speechless. Not like I expected to be talking his ear off or anything, but words genuinely escaped me.

Luckily, Spencer didn't seem to mind. In fact, he knew exactly what to do next, and it made me even hungrier for him than ever before.

He captured my lips in another dizzying kiss, his hands still flexing over my wrists to keep them steady. I moaned softly and writhed against him, and though I would have liked to say that it was a conscious choice to coax him to give me more, really it was just me being unable to handle the fact that this was actually happening.

Actually, if not for the overwhelming and familiar scent of him, I would have thought I was only imagining it.

But alas, here he was in all his floral peppermint glory, grinding his hips down into mine and kissing me like I'd never been kissed before, driving me mad with each adept movement.

Thankfully he seemed to get as lost in the moment as I was, because he loosened my wrists in his grip, and I broke free, flying my hands in between us and down to his belt.

His lips pulled away from mine with a soft smack, a smile forming smugly upon them. "Have you no patience?"

As my fingers fumbled with the metal and leather, I pressed my nose to his and quickly pecked his mouth. "I thought we already established that I have no patience the moment I opened the door..."

"Fair... But still..."

Spencer grabbed my hands again, moving them to my sides and then hiking my dress up slowly. His skin was hot against my own, and it took everything I had not to break down begging for him.

And then he spoke again, his lips barely grazing mine as he did. "Teasing you is so much fun..."

I couldn't really explain what sound escaped me then, but it reminded me of a disgruntled animal, erupting from my throat and getting muffled the moment I took my hands and brought his face to mine. I kissed him fervently as his hands matched the intense nature of my affections— With every soft groan I gave him, he returned it with an inch higher up my leg, until eventually he was toying with the hem of my underwear.

Unable to take it anymore, I gave in and mumbled the most desperate plea I could think of. (Like I had to think that hard...)

"Spencer, please..."

I half expected him to tease me again, but this time I felt him tremble over my body. His fingers slipped under the satin of my underwear and he sighed into my mouth. "God, how could I ever say no to you..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth did he spread me apart with his fingertips, getting a feel for me and a broken sigh falling from his tongue and onto my own. I captured it and kissed him with as much precision as I could while under the influence of his hands working wonders.

Truly, his hands hand a magic of their own that should have been considered as an eighth Wonder of the World. They flexed in all the right places, splitting me open and caressing the most sensitive parts of me, simultaneously breaking me apart and putting me back together...

God, and those was only his hands...

The thought of what else he had waiting for me made me cry out into his mouth, though I'm sure it also had to do with the fact that his fingers were curling expertly inside me and summoning an orgasm that I knew would satisfy us both.

I almost cried out again when his lips left mine, but then they travelled to my neck and paid it the most glorious attention. The alternation of his fingers and his tongue on different spots of my body had me in shambles, and it took no longer than a few seconds to snap.

"Fuck, that's my girl," Spencer grumbled into my neck, helping me through my orgasm. "That's it, honey..."

What I wouldn't have given to hear him talk to me like that until the end of time... His words, their tone and praise seeping into my skin and bringing my soul to life... Coupled with his soft hands and his even softer breath fanning over my neck, I was just about ready to ask him to keep talking to me, to say my name and never stop.

He pulled away though, removing his hand from my lower half and bringing it up to his mouth, and I had the feeling my request wouldn't be a problem.

Spencer's eyes rolled back and his tongue gathered my arousal off his long, well-endowed fingers. And though I could hear his groan well and clear, I felt it more than anything. It reverberated through my body and brought me more to life in a way I never thought imaginable.

No one had ever made me feel that way with one single sound, and that's how I knew.

I thought I knew it from the start—from when we were growing up—that I wanted to be near him forever. But It was always just a silly dream, something I was never quite able to reach, and as I got older and we rarely saw each other, it got harder to even imagine anymore.

Now I didn't have to imagine.

Spencer Reid was right in front of me, touching me, tasting me, verbally praising me with sounds I'd only ever dreamed of...

I wanted him to have his moment, because I was positive he'd wanted this just as much as I did, but this sappy sort of revelation I was having made it nearly impossible to not be utterly wrapped up in him, and I wanted more.

So I wiggled and adjusted myself underneath him before grabbing his hand and placing it over my heart. His eyes widened softly at the sight of me, and I knew then that he was taking the time to memorize my face, and the image of his hand resting at my chest, right where my heart was encased beneath bones, flesh, and fabric.

"I could look at you forever," he whispered then.

I would have been ashamed to admit that I whimpered when he said it, but the way he looked at me afterwards made me feel the exact opposite.

He smiled, using his other hand to come up and touch my face. "You want it bad, don't you, Honeybee?"

I didn't even argue with him this time. My head nodded and my hands reached out to pull him closer. "I want you... More than I've ever wanted anything."

Before he leaned down to kiss me, I could have swore he looked like he was going to shed a tear. The duality of him, his ability to be all teasing and cocky one second and then reduced to a lovesick mess at just a few words from me the next, made my heart sing.

And it kept singing, a sweet, steady melody as Spencer kissed me and touched me like he meant it.

Only this time, he didn't pause or tease me with theatrics. He went straight for the kill, fetching a condom from his pants pocket and then sliding the material down, all while keeping me trapped under his embrace. I welcomed it naturally, humming happily into his neck and jawline and anywhere I could reach as he got us both fully undressed and situated, until finally he had the condom on and his hands rested nicely on either side of my head.

"Promise not to sting me?"

I laughed, draping my arms over his shoulders and flashing him a wink. "Mmm, only if you promise to give it to me good..."

"Deal."

He slowly pushed into me then, and the stretch was far more satisfying than his fingers, though I was in no position to complain either way. If he was even half as skilled with his hips as he was with his hands (which I had no doubts about whatsoever), then neither of us had anything to worry about.

It didn't take long for us to find our rhythm, but I didn't have time to think about that. I was so consumed with just the feeling of him being everywhere that technicalities didn't matter.

That being said, the technicalities were really fucking good.

His hips snapped into mine with sharp precision, and I felt it deep within my bones. My cunt clung around him willingly and accordingly, as did my legs, which hooked over his waist as I dug my heels into his ass.

Meanwhile Spencer grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head again, this time interlocking our fingers and then leaning down to kiss me deeply. It was met with my undying welcome, of course, but with the way he was fucking me, deep and with a devotion that nearly exploded my heart, I couldn't help but whine out for more.

His name was all I could manage.

"What do you want, Honeybee?" he cooed, holding himself deep inside me and grinding his hips in small circles that made it harder to breathe.

"M—More... I..."

"Can you be more specific?"

How he could be such a cocky little shit in this moment I wasn't sure, and it frustrated me to no end. He knew damn well what I wanted, and I knew just the thing that would make him give it to me.

I have him the biggest pout I could, also whining out the most pathetic, "More," in my arsenal. And with a roll of my hips up into his, I gasped out at how deep he got, and whined out again.

"Spoiled brat," Spencer grunted in defeat, retreating only to slam into me at full force.

My small gasps and cries turned into full-blown howls of searing pleasure as he fucked me then. My head tipped back and my back arched slightly, exposing my neck and chest to him, and he took it as an invitation to lean down and put his mouth anywhere he could reach. I was sure there would be small nicks and bruises littered over my skin the next morning, and just thinking of everyone seeing them, seeing Spencer's mark on me, made it harder to prolong the inevitable.

I came with a shout, flexing my hands into his as my body tensed then relaxed, over and over while he whispered praises into my skin. He followed soon after, shoving his face into my neck and muffling the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard as he came.

By then his hands had loosened, so I snuck my own away from his and brought them over to hug him close. One hand knotted into his hair while the other grazed over his back. The thin sheen of sweat forming over his skin once again was more enticing than it probably sounded, but I loved it all the same. I felt him relax and bring his arms down to rest at my sides, his fingertips dancing lightly over my skin and giving me goosebumps.

Then out of nowhere, he said something that confused and mildly panicked me. "I thought you said you wouldn't sting me..."

I pulled away to try and look at his face, loosening my grip on his body. "A—Am I hurting you? I'm sorry..."

He laughed though, peppering tiny kisses up my neck until he got to my jaw. "You're not hurting me, Honeybee... You've just... stung my heart, that's all."

"I... Is that a bad thing?"

"It's a strange thing..."

He looked at me like I was the one thing on the planet he adored, but his words sounded different.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not helping me understand..."

With another laugh, Spencer Kissed my cheek and rolled off of me, settling for laying on his side and turning me to face him. "Do you remember how I gave you your nickname?"

Despite my confusion about all of this, I entertained him with a huffed laugh. "Yeah, I spilled honey all over my shorts without realizing it, and I had ants all over me in a matter of minutes. I was terrified."

"I was highly amused."

I shoved him. "Yeah, dork, I know you were! You and Seraphina both thought it was the funniest thing on the planet, and then your mom had to come out and spray me down with a hose before I came back in the house."

Spencer barked a laugh, and I wanted to punch it right out of his mouth.

"Tell me again why this is relevant to our current situation?" I reminded him with and sigh, already over his antics.

Thankfully he seemed to take pity on me; He reached a hand out and played with a strand of my hair, smiling even brighter than when I opened the door for him. "That's when I started to feel it. You were just... so cute all angry at me and Sera for laughing, and it... It changed everything."

"You know, that would be more romantic if I hadn't been covered in bugs," I responded with a laugh.

"It's true! And it confused the hell out of me, because how was I supposed to cope with the fact that I actually had a crush on my little sister's best friend like some stupid cliché? You were always so feisty after that, too, and it certainly didn't help... And when I graduated and went off to college, I thought... I thought there was no chance you would ever be able to break the heart you'd managed to steal."

He swiped his thumb gently over my bottom lip and smiled, his eyes going all tear-y again. It sent butterflies through my whole body.

"I would never even dream of breaking your heart, Spencer..."

Our foreheads pressed together then, and the unwavering adoration in his voice when he spoke made me forget all prior confusion and minor embarrassment over re-living our origins.

All that mattered was that he was here, holding me in his arms and making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"I know you won't, Honeybee."

———

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Proving a point (m)

pairing: boyfriend!renjun x fem!reader

summary: renjun had enough with his friends doubting his dom skills so he decides to prove them what he’s capable of

word count: 1,773

warnings: masturbation, fingering, oral sex (giving), unprotected sex (when in doubt don’t go without!), choking and hair pulling, voyerism/exhibition kink

a/n: I never thought I would write renjun smut but he insists on staying in my mind for no reason so I had to... @odentist you didn’t ask to be tagged but you encouraged me to do this so this is your fault too 👀 do give me some feedback! ❤

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As you’re laying in bed busy scrolling through your social media, you don’t even notice your boyfriend blankly staring at the ceiling as his phone keeps buzzing on the side. You hear him huffing and finally grab the device and scroll through the messages on the group chat.

NJM: renjun is really soft

LJN: how could he ever dom someone like Y/N

ML: I don’t see anyone doming her like ever

LDH: I could dom her… just saying

NJM: yeah right

LDH: I could!

LJN: would she let you though…

ML: you guys are drifting from the point

NJM: right!

NJM: renjun!

NJM: are you insisting you could dom someone?

HRJ: ok, that’s enough

HRJ wants to share live video with everyone

ML: what is that?

ML: is it a virus?

LJN joined the share

LDH joined the share

NJM joined the share

LDH: c’mon mark!

ML: ok, alright!

ML joins the share

You feel a soft hand caressing your stomach, slowly moving up around your breast to your collar bones to suddenly grab your neck with a strong grip. You gasp, dropping your phone on the bed, and look to your boyfriend only to notice his phone right in your face.

“The guys keep saying I’m soft… It’s starting to upset me.” Renjun coos from behind the phone. “Should we show them what really happens in this room?”

You nod as best as you can having your neck mobilised. In your sex life together you always took turns in the lead as you’re both ok with being dom or sub, but you had noticed how bothered he has been lately because his friends don’t believe his dominant skills, specially with those angelic facial features.

Renjun takes advantage of your open mouth and lets a string of saliva fall on it leaning down after to kiss your lips before he releases your throat. You swallow his spit and breathe in deeply to refill your lungs, you were no stranger to breath play but this time he really caught you off guard.

He removes the covers off of you and the phone follows the lines of your body, head to toe and back. You look him in the eyes waiting for his instructions, for some reason the thought of his friends watching whatever he’s about to do to you is already soaking your panties.

“Take off your shirt.” He says in a stern voice and you follow his request immediately.

With his free hand he roughly squishes one of your breasts and his mouth sucks on the other one. Making sure the camera is picking up everything he occasionally slaps your boob as he gives your nipple some love bites. You hiss in between soft moans that escape your mouth.

He does that for a while and then leans back to show his friends your abused breasts. Renjun moves down on the bed tapping your leg.

“Open.” He simply says and you already know to spread your legs wide for him.

He moves his phone close to your core running a finger through your slit over your panties. Even with the dim lighting in the room the wet patch in the fabric is pretty clear. He pushes it to the side and runs two fingers between your folds catching some of your juices, then holds his hand up to the camera so the others can see it glistening.

In a quick swipe he removes the last piece of clothing on you and leans between your legs centring your eager pussy on the screen.

“Play with yourself.” Renjun looks you in the eyes and you bite your lip moving a hand down your body.

Your fingers find your clit and you start rubbing circles on it. While you’re focused on your task, in between moans you feel two of his fingers sliding easily inside you. His hand moves in sync with yours so you decide to test the waters slightly speeding up your movements to see if he would do the same. Unfortunately that only made him stop, removing his fingers and getting up to stand next to the bed.

“Did I tell you to go faster?” He says in a harsh tone, his phone capturing your face.

You shake your head not moving an inch.

“I’m gonna ask again. Did I tell you to go faster?” He raises his voice and you know he wants you to use your words.

“No.” Your voice is shaky. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re sorry? Come here and show me.” He looks at his pants then back at you and you know exactly what to do.

You kneel in front of his crotch and massage his bulge.

“No teasing.” He grabs your jaw and you gulp.

You tug at the waistband of his sweatpants and yank them down his legs, followed by his underwear, eyes never leaving his. Renjun lets go of your jaw once his member is free, standing tall in front of your face.

You start licking the tip tasting the pre-cum that’s oozing out. Your tongue moves along the whole length getting it all wet and ready for you to take him in. One of his hands caresses your hair getting it out of your face while the other holds his phone capturing all your moves.

You start sucking the tip of his dick and slowly move your head forward to take more of him in your mouth. His hand that was caressing your hair now grabs a chunk of it pushing you until your nose touches his stomach. You almost gag but close your eyes and breathe through your nose ignoring the fact that his dick is inches away from the back of your throat.

“That’s it, take it all in.” Renjun praises you. “You’re such a good girl.”

You open your eyes to look up at him, tears forming as he loosens his grip on your hair for you to bob you head. As you keep sucking him you can see he’s holding back his moans probably so his friends won’t hear.

Once he’s fully erect inside the warmth of your mouth he pulls out leaving a thread of saliva and pre-cum behind.

“Get on all fours.” He instructs and you quickly get into position.

You moan as he lands a loud smack on your ass and then scream his name when he pushes himself into you without any warning or a trace of mercy.

“You love to be filled up like this don’t you?” He asks staying still inside you.

“Yes!” You reply in a moan. “Your cock always feels so good inside me.”

“Well if you like it so much, why don’t you fuck yourself on it?” You know this is not a question, but an order.

As he stands still you move your hips away from him only to bring them back making his dick go in and out of you. You keep moving like that, earning an occasional slap on the but that gives you motivation to keep fucking yourself on his length. As you start feeling a knot form inside you, you know you need him to take the lead.

“Please Renjun…” You beg still moving your hips. “Please fuck me like only you can.”

“You can’t cum on your own, uh?” He asks in a cocky tone as you vigorously shake your head. “Pathetic.”

He removes his member off of you and flips your body so you’re laying on your side. One of your legs is pushed over his shoulder and he gets back inside you. He now thrusts into you hard and deep as you moan uncontrollably.

The phone is still held up high enough to capture all the action, from your abused pussy to the fucked up expression on your face. Renjun feels you getting closer to your orgasm by the way your clenching around him so he slows his thrusts.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do.” His stern voice goes straight into your core and you bite your lip hard so you don’t cum right there and then.

You close your eyes as he resumes his strong thrusts, clenching your hands on the sheets of your bed as little whimpers escape your mouth.

“You look so desperate, I love that look on your face.” You open your eyes at his words and are confronted by his phone right in front of you.

The thought of his friends being on the other side and seeing you so desperate to cum was not helping your fight against your orgasm so you did the only thing you could think of to drive your boyfriend crazy.

“Shit…” Renjun curses under his breath as you clench around his length rolling your hips just the way he likes it. “You really want to cum that bad?”

“Please Renjun!” You plea knowing you won’t last much longer.

“Alright then.” His voice his shaky now so you know your little stunt is working. “Cum with me, now.”

He takes his hand to your clit but he barely touches it before you come undone on his length moaning loudly. That triggers his own orgasm making him spill his seed inside you. Your body shakes in pleasure and his grip on the phone tightens not to drop it on you as he rides off both your highs.

He then moves the device closer to your core as he slowly takes his dick out. He smiles as he shows the boys his cum dripping out of you while he plays with it pushing it back inside.

When Renjun feels your body relax he cleans you up with a piece of clothing discarded before. He then climbs back on the bed pulling you to his embrace. You curl up on his side hiding your face on his neck.

“Who’s your daddy?” He asks holding up the phone to show both your faces.

“You are, daddy.” You smile against his skin.

“Good girl.” He shows a cocky smile to the camera. “Are you tired?”

You lazily nod.

“Ow, can you handle round two though?”

You lift up your head to face him and nod vigorously while biting your lip.

“That’s my girl.” He gives you a peck on the lips before he continues. “Now, say goodbye to the guys.”

You look at the camera with an ecstatic look on your face and wave.

HRJ stopped sharing live video

NJM: NO

NJM: FREAKIN

NJM: WAY

ML: was this real?

LDH: ok maybe I couldn’t dom her…

LDH: how did he not break with that look on her face?

LJN: I take it all back… RESPECT RENJUN!

#czennet #nctcreations #kpopscape #renjun smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #gimme gimme feedback #thanks for reading

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Honey, I’m Home

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: You’re not a normally an affectionate person but when Tom comes home from filming, you can’t keep your hands off him. He happily accepts your cuddles and fluff ensues

thank you to the anon who requested this! I deleted it on accident

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“Honey, I’m home.”

“Honey, you’re home.” You ran into the room when you heard Tom’s announcement and threw your arms around Him. He stumbled back in surprise as he dropped his suitcase, not used to you showing affection. He wrapping his arms around your waist as you coiled your legs around his torso to keep yourself up, all while pressing kisses along his cheek. You pulled away briefly before grinning and pulling him into a long, well awaited kiss. It lingered much longer than usual before you pulled away, staying in his arms as your feet touched the ground again.

“Hi, darling.” He spoke softly as he rubbed your back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” You said as you took in his scent. “Never leave again.”

“I missed you most.” He smiled fondly, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I seriously doubt it.” You chuckled out of the corner of your mouth. Tom noticed you were still holding on to him and flushed a little. You’d hadn’t been dating very long, just a few months, but he was already well aware that you were not a very affectionate person. You were never cold to him, you just weren’t as into cuddling and touching as he was.

“What have you done today?” He asked you, keeping his arms firmly around your body.

“I’ve waited for you to come home.” You laughed. “And that’s about it.”

“Aw.” He grinned. “I’ve been counting down the minutes until I got to see you again.”

“Me too.” You leaned up on your tip toes to rub your nose against his. “Take me with you next time, okay?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” He smiled and pulled you in to a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” You pouted as Tom began to walk away, feeling the urge to follow after him.

“The bathroom.” He told you, and you relaxed. “I’ve been in the car for four hours.”

“Oh.” You laughed lightly. “Right.”

“I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead before going to the bathroom. You sighed once he left and wheeled his suitcase into the bedroom, finding him washing his hands at the kitchen sink when you returned.

“There you are.” You came behind him and kissed his shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” He touched a hand to his stomach. “Do we have any food in the refrigerator?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged coyly. “Take a look.”

Tom gave you a knowing look before opening the refrigerator.

“Oh My God.” He looked at you over his shoulder. “You angel. You got the ingredients for a roast chicken.”

“Not just any roast chicken.” You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’s that weird one you like with the apples on it. I was gonna make it for when you got home but I figured we could do it together.”

“You’re a genius.” He turned around and kisses both your cheeks. That’s why I love you.”

“I aim to please.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him. You let it linger longer than usual, but he wasn’t complaining.

“This is going to be so good.” Tom grinned once he pulled away. “I’ll start peeling the apples. Could you get started on the seasoning?”

“You got it.” You kissed him again before getting the chicken out of the refrigerator.

Tom went to the kitchen counter and began to wash and peel a few apples. After a few minutes, he felt your arms around his waist as your head rested on his shoulder.

“Hi.” You greeted as you kissed his shoulder a few times. Tom smiled to himself as he looked at you.

“Hey.” He said softly. “How’s the seasoning going?”

“All done. The chicken is marinating in it now.” You told him before peppering kisses along his shoulders and up his neck.

“Feels good, baby.” He mumbled as he stopped peeling the apples. He wiped his hands off on a paper towel and rested them on on top of yours.

“Well you’re doing such a wonderful job peeling those apples.” You giggled before kissing behind his ear.

“They’re almost done.” He told you. “What’s next?”

“We have to make the rice.” You said as you walked over to the cabinet.

“But we don’t eat rice.” He smiled, knowing what was coming.

“We eat quinoa.” You finished his thought as you handed him the quinoa. Tom chuckled as he took the quinoa and poured it into a pot.

“Hey.” You said suddenly, walking over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I missed you. I missed seeing your face everyday.”

“I missed you too, love. It’s not a good day for me unless my eyes meet yours.” He rested his forehead against yours as you scratched his scalp with your nails.

“Who knew you were such a poet?”

“Being away from you really put me in touch with my inner tortured artist. In other words, I cried every night.” He joked, making you laugh.

“Never leave me again.” You sighed as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You swayed together in the kitchen for a moment, just staying in each other’s embrace.

“Not planning on it. I think you’re stuck with me forever, actually.” Tom told you as he kissed the top of your head.

“Sounds good to me.” You pressed a kiss to his neck just as your timer went off.

“Chickens ready to go in the oven.” You sighed and reluctantly pulled out of his embrace.

“I’ll put it in.” He offered. “How long?”

“30 minutes.” You answered.

“Okay.” Tom slid the chicken in the oven and shut the door. “I’m gonna unpack a little.”

“By unpack do you mean throw all your clothes in the hamper?” You raised on eyebrow at him as you squeezed his hand.

“Yes I do.” He pulled you by the hand into his body and gave you another kiss before retreating to the bedroom. You watched him leave before going to set the table, smiling widely when he came back into the kitchen.

“Hi honey.” You greeted as you set two plates on the table. “Did you unpack?”

“Yes. I’ll help you with the laundry tomorrow.” Tom promised, going to the oven to get the chicken out.

“Thank you.” You said as you set the drinks out. “I just want to sleep in and have a lazy day.”

“Trust me. Once I get in that bed with you I’m not leaving for a week.” Tom clicked his tongue as he pulled your chair out for you.

“Dirty boy.” You gasped as you sat down. Once you were both seated, you rubbed your foot against his leg just to keep contact.

“I meant for cuddles.” He whined, face flushing. “You’re very cuddly today.”

“Why thank you.” You gave him a poised smile while serving him some chicken.

“I’m not used to it.” He continued, trying to get an answer as to why you were especially clingy. “I know I’m a lover of snuggles and whatnot but you usually react like a cat being touched.”

“Aw. Just what every girl likes to hear.” You replied sarcastically as you held his hand on the table.

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed your hand apologetically. “It’s a nice change.”

“Well I missed you.” You shrugged. “I didn’t get to touch you for two weeks. I’ve been building it up, you know?”

“I know the feeling. And the chicken was amazing.” Tom said as he wiped his face with his napkin. “Thank you so much for getting the stuff.”

“Of course. You work so hard. I wanted you to have a nice meal.” Your told him as you collected your plates. You kissed the top of his head before putting the dishes in the sink.

“I appreciate it.” He said as he turned around in his seat. “And I appreciate you putting my favorite sheets on the bed. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You walked over to him and draped your arms around his shoulder as you bent over.

“I’ll put the comforter in the dryer before we go to bed so it’s nice and toasty.” You whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek several times.

“How did I get so lucky?” He craned his neck to look at you fondly.

“I ask myself that everyday.” You kissed his neck and patted his shoulder before continuing to clean off the table.

“I’m gonna shower real quick.” Tom told you as he put the cups in the sink. “I feel gross form traveling all day.”

“Okay.” You frowned a little upon hearing he was going to be leaving again. Before he walked away, you tugged on his shirt and kissed him. He chuckled against your lips when he pulled away and let out a sigh.

“You really missed me, huh?” He teased.

“You have no idea.” You sighed. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” He promised as he left for the bathroom. He showered quickly, also feeling the tug at his heartstrings from being away from you. He dried off and got dressed as fast as he could before taking a seat in the living room.

“Hey.” Tom smiled up at you when you padded into the room. You climbed into his lap and curled up against his body, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to stay in place.

“Hey.” You snuggled into his chest and took in a whiff. “You smell good.”

“Thank you.” He chuckled and rubbed your back in circles.

“Did you clean behind your ears?” You teased as you looked up at him.

“I did.”

“Good.” You looked down again and held him tighter. “They’re kinda hard to miss.”

“Hey.” He pretended to be offended, smiling when he felt your body shake with laughter.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you toyed with the strings of his sweat pants. “Just teasing.”

“Are you okay?” Tom asked finally. As much as he appreciated all your affection, it was very out of character for you.

“Yeah.” You assured him. “Just missed you, is all.”

“You’re never this affectionate.” He pointed out. “Is something bothering you?”

“No.” You said and took your head off his shoulder. “Sorry. I’ll stop.”

“No!” Tom practically shouted and pulled you right back. “I like it. I love it, actually.”

He bent down to press kisses all over your face, a giggle emitted from your lips each time he did. Once your laughter died down, you looked up at him and stroked his cheek.

“Does it bother you that I’m not an affectionate person?” You whispered as you traces his freckles with your fingernail.

“I mean, I’d love to be doing this all day every day, but I want you to be comfortable. That’s more important to me than anything else.” He told you. “My love language is touch but yours isn’t, and I’m okay with that.”

You smiled fondly at him and sat up a little so your faces were close.

“Tommy?” You asked softly.

“Yes?” He matched your tone.

“This was the first time you were away, and it made me realize something.”

“What’s that?” He tilted his head as the setting sun lit up his eyes.

“I love you.” You smiled shyly as you told him. “And I don’t like being apart from you.”

“Aw, darling.” He put his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb softly against your face. “I love you too.”

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: both non-sexual and sexual pet play, dom!jimin, sub!jk, sub!tae, handjob, yoongi and yn pretending like they don't wanna suck the souls out of each other, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation

A/N: welcome back to my best boys ;;;;-; this chapter is being cross-posted from ao3. in the future i'll try and upload in both places at the same time!

DAY TWENTY-THREE

It’s two blocks of pure ice that wake Taehyung up that Tuesday morning. Before he’s even really coherent, he’s hissing and tucking into a ball away from the cold.

“Puppy, shh, it’s just me.”

Even as those chilled items that Tae can tentatively identify as feet tuck between his bare legs, he goes lax and accepts the body that wraps around his curled back. “Minnie,” he mumbles, and it’s so quiet that the older boy probably doesn’t hear, but his grip tightens anyway. “‘What time ‘s it?”

“Early, I’m sorry.” Jimin’s voice, unlike his thawing toes, blows warm across the back of Taehyung’s neck. “Missed you.”

A sleepy smile of bliss crosses Taehyung’s face for exactly three seconds, at which point he recalls the fact that he didn’t go to sleep alone tonight. Shooting up so quickly that his shoulder catches Jimin’s chin, Taehyung peels his eyes open to see Jungkook, awkwardly hugging a pillow to his chest with his legs crossed.

He bites his lip, avoiding their gazes. “Sorry, I, uh, don’t mean to disturb.”

“Shoot.” Jimin rubs his face blearily. “I didn’t see you there, Jungkookie. I should go-”

“No, no, stay,” Taehyung begs hurriedly, launching himself back onto the mattress and wiggling himself back into the curve of Jimin’s front. “Jungkook, um, you can come cuddle too if you want. I like being middle spoon.”

The youngest gazes back and forth at them, never resting long enough for eye contact. His indecision is palpable, but there’s a pleased glimmer too. “Is that...okay with Jimin-hyung? I don’t wanna intrude.”

Jimin’s voice is soft, his eyes slipping closed as he eases his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, arms snaking around his torso. “You can be a part of us too, Jungkookie.”

The words are perhaps more intimate than Jimin even realises, and in the vulnerable setting of a bed in the early morning hours, Jungkook’s hard swallow is audible, before he slowly puts the pillow aside and tucks his feet under the covers, slipping down. It’s not until Taehyung’s arm is his headrest and the other one provides a comforting weight low on his hips that he speaks up again. “Do you… do you mean that just for now, or… Or for good?”

“What do you think, Minnie?” Taehyung’s fingertips trace lazily over the bare skin that’s exposed by Jungkook’s shirt riding up. “Can we keep him?”

Jimin hums in affirmation. He’s just about asleep again, but Taehyung can feel his pleased smile against his shoulder. “Of course we can, puppy.”

The repeated nickname causes Taehyung’s heart to twitch just as his dick does. It’s no less endearing and special, but Jungkook is still perfectly awake and right there, and it feels a little confronting.

But Jungkook just chuckles, twisting around in Taehyung’s slack embrace to face him, eyes bright. “If you’re a puppy, what am I?”

Taehyung’s careful not to jostle Jimin. He’s begun snoring, nothing more audible than regular snuffling, but still Tae doesn’t want to disturb that rest. “What do you mean, Jungkookie?”

He scrunches his nose, thinking away. “Well, there’s Minnie and there’s puppy. I want a cute nickname too if I’m gonna be - you know - with you guys.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung begins haltingly, “Jimin calls me puppy because… God, it feels silly saying it out loud. He calls me puppy because sometimes when we’re together I go into puppyspace. You know; like petplay.”

“That’s not silly,” Jungkook says reflexively, even as his eyes widen and lips part. “What’s it like?”

“Puppyspace?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook nods eagerly, and the motion is transferred through Tae where they connect, making Jimin grunt and bury his nose deeper into the crook of his neck. “It’s so peaceful, Jungkookie. He takes care of me so I don’t have to think. I can nap and cuddle and play, without all of the stresses of life. It feels all warm and cosy, you know? I love it.”

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in wonder, his fingers finding their way to Taehyung’s worn black sleepshirt, fiddling with the hem. “Can I try? How do you… how do you know if you can do it?”

Behind Taehyung, Jimin lets out a half-asleep groan, his nose pressing against the taller one’s back. “Of course you can try. Let’s just sleep for now, though? I’m sure Minnie can play with both of us later.”

It’s that promise that allows Jungkook to settle, nodding with a tentative hum and shifting down so that his head can rest in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung falls back under like this, with a heartbeat thrumming against his back and soft, even breaths tickling his bared shoulder.

“Hobi?”

Hoseok pauses, frothed toothbrush clamped between his teeth. “Mmng?”

“I don’t-” you cut yourself off, clearing your throat to dislodge the thickness that distorts your voice. “Can we not tell them?”

He bends over to quickly spit out the majority of toothpaste, but when he stands upright to face you again there’s a smear on his chin. “Tell them what?”

You blink. “Last night. I just… I don’t want them to- to pity me or treat me like I’m glass or anything. I know it won’t happen again, it was just…” Shrugging hopelessly, you give up on trying to put words to it. “I don’t know.”

The dom remains silent for a few moments, lips pursed in thought. “The chicken must have been bad,” he concludes.

Bewildered, you cock your head to the side. “Huh? What chicken?”

“You and I went out for dinner at this fried chicken place, but when you got home last night it made you sick. That’s why you aren’t quite yourself today. I’ll get Yoongi-hyung to make some hangover soup.” His eyes are warm, pulling you into a comforting one-armed hug. “Just the chicken, that’s all. Yeah?”

You swallow down the swell of gratitude and instead bury yourself into his safe embrace. “Yeah. That’s all.”

To his credit, Yoongi doesn’t ask questions, pushing all his concern into his cooking. The doctor all but feeds you himself, hovering with a furrowed brow and a napkin. Strangely enough, his fussing goes a long way in cheering you up, and you let the events of yesterday wash away with the salty broth.

Hoseok hangs around for a while before going down to do some laundry, Namjoon briefly jumps in to steal a spoonful directly from the pan, eyes never leaving the novel he’s holding open with a single hand. Even Jungkook stumbles in blearily at one point, nose first, requesting an extra two bowls for Jimin and Taehyung as well.

You’re onto your second serving by the time it’s just Yoongi and you. He’s pulled up a chair beside you, cradling a coffee. “I got a text this morning, you know,” he begins gently. “I can ignore it if you’re not up to it.”

It takes you a moment to process his words, recalling Sejin’s instructions the day prior. “It’s your day, then?” He nods silently, scanning you for any reaction. You hum, spoon swirling lazily in the dregs of your breakfast. “I’m up to it,” you answer finally, “if you are.”

“Always,” Yoongi replies immediately, voice bared and soft. His hand passes over yours, squeezing briefly, before he stands up and clears the bowls from the table. “Aspirin is in the pantry if you need it, blue container.”

You give him your thanks, left alone as he disappears upstairs.

Grabbing a glass and pouring yourself some water, you track down the aspirin and take out two tablets, grimacing as the bitterness sticks to your tongue. While you may not actually be sick, a headache was beginning to bloom between your brows.

So much had happened in the past few days, you almost felt like you’d gotten whiplash. The early days of lounging around the house and chasing pleasure seemed so distant. Feelings tangled things up more each day, unraveling quicker than you can get a hold on them.

It wasn’t just you, either. You saw the way the guys looked at each other, how gentle they were, how thoughtful. It was in the little things. Jungkook’s laundry pile started featuring clothes from the other maknaes; Namjoon and Hoseok always sat so close together, even when there was room on the couch; Yoongi had started giving the others bigger portions when he cooked, even as his stayed the same. And Jin…

You startle when a door opens, glass almost slipping from your hands. It’s the unfilmed room across the stairs. You frown as a tall figure slips out, swamped in a massive pink hoodie that you’d never seen in the house before. A sleeve-covered hand reaches up to rub under the hood, dark hair poking out. Your breath catches. Jin…

He moves across the hall gingerly like his body aches, hand never leaving his face as he grumbles sleepily. For a split second, your mind entertains the thought of sprinting past before he sees you, avoiding the conflict that is no doubt upon you.

But only for a split second. Because the only thing worse than being confronted by him is not seeing him at all. You wait, instead, until he rolls his shoulders back, tipping his face to the ceiling to stretch out his spine. The hood falls back, exposing a serious case of bedhead, tired eyes, and sallow skin. But it’s Jin nonetheless, beautiful despite his apparent exhaustion, and your heart breaks again for being the one to cause this.

He notices you when his head comes back down from the stretch, and were you not in such despair you may have cracked a smile at the way he jumps. “Y/n…” he mumbles, voice barely audible.

Your mouth goes dry. Even if it wasn’t you don’t know what to say, simply bracing yourself for anger.

He doesn’t stiffen his features, however, simply watching you with melancholy eyes. “You look sad,” he says weakly.

Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him speak to you, and it takes you that much time just to process his words, eyes pricking sharply. “I am sad,” you reply honestly, blinking the wetness away. “You look tired,” you whisper in return.

His bottom lip trembles, before flattening tightly. Instead of responding verbally, he just nods.

The two of you sit in that silence for a while. Jin’s breathing is ragged, his eyes unfocused as they slip past you. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips.

Finally, you can’t stand the silence. “Are you still mad at-” you begin, but your words die in your throat as you’re enveloped tightly by him, clutching you so close that your chest constricts. The tensed breath you didn’t know you were holding rushes out of you with a sob, and your arms fly up to hug him back, just as tightly.

There’s nothing more than just a simple hug, but your heart is still full, almost overwhelmed by the cathartic relief of having him close to you again, his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands rubbing circles on your back, the gentle sway as he rocks you in the hold.

It lasts for an eternity too short, and when he pulls away you feel untethered, already pining for that contact again.

His eyes are swimming, though you see the way he tightens his jaw to hold it back. “I’m devastated,” he admits, “but I miss you too much to ice you out like this. I need time but god, I don’t want space. Can you give me time?”

You’re nodding hastily, sniffing as your nose threatens to run. “Of course, Jin. I’ll be here. I… I think I-”

“Don’t-” he interrupts sharply, sucking in a shaky breath. “Don’t let now be the first time we say it. Later,” he promises.

We. Your skin breaks out in goosebumps, electricity thrumming along your nerves. You let that word settle you, repeating it in your head as Jin sends you a sad smile - but a smile nonetheless - and takes his leave, disappearing upstairs.

You decide to take a bath, in the end, letting yourself soak in the thought of “we” a little longer.

“So, what, we start barking? Chew on some sticks?”

Taehyung colours violently and Jimin sends Jungkook a sharp glare in rebuke. “Say less,” he scolds the youngest, before reaching up to run his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, breaking up the curls. “We just ease into it. Taehyung doesn’t use it for humiliation or anything like that, he just likes being taken care of. Isn’t that right, pup?”

Taehyung hums, eyes already fluttering as he leans his head into Jimin’s palm. The three of them had migrated onto Taehyung’s now-made bed after their breakfast after Jungkook once again mentioned wanting to try petplay.

Significantly larger than Jimin, Taehyung has to awkwardly shuffle down the mattress further to rest his head in Jimin’s lap, but Jungkook can immediately see the lines of stress that melt away once he does so. Jimin smooths his hand down to cup the younger’s chin, delicately stroking the soft flesh as if he were patting a sleepy dog.

“You’ll just watch for now,” Jimin instructs Jungkook without removing his gaze from Taehyung, “and if it feels right, you can join in. There are no expectations and no rules, only to respect the process and don’t disrupt Tae’s petspace. Got it?”

Jungkook swallows as Jimin chooses that point to lift his steeled gaze, brows high as he waits for Jungkook to agree. “Got it,” the youngest confirms. He gets comfy, tucking his feet under him and leaning up against the pillows.

“Such a lucky boy,” the dom begins with his voice like melted sugar. “Dogs aren’t meant to be up on the furniture. But you’ve been good lately, so I thought I’d treat you.”

Taehyung’s eyes flutter closed. He shuffles slightly, stretching one leg out until his ankle dangles off the edge of the mattress, but doesn’t audibly respond.

Jimin chuckles fondly through his nose, hand running down to rub up and down Taehyung’s clothed tummy, which is now facing upwards. “Oh, pup,” he coos, “you must be tired after the big walk. How about we rest for a bit, and we can play later?” Instead of waiting for a response, the dom just gasps like he’s forgotten something important. “Oh! Your collar! I must’ve taken it off when I took off the leash. Never mind; Jungkook, dear, could you get me the brush and collar out of the bedside table? Bottom drawer.”

It feels like the very particles in the air shift when Jungkook is ripped away from the observer role and into an active participant. He swallows away the dryness in his throat to little avail and nods, fumbling with the drawer handle and pulling out a barely-used hairbrush and velvet dog collar. “These?” he asks redundantly, nerves settling when Jimin gives him a pleased smile and holds out his hand.

“Alright, little puppy,” Jimin announces, his voice lilting easily back into the candyfloss tone that all owners used with their pets. “Let’s give you a brush before we put your collar back on. I don’t want your coat getting matted.”

Taehyung gives a small, throaty hum and lifts himself laboriously up onto his elbows, tipping his head up to his master. Jimin pats his cheek warmly and calls him a good boy, and Jungkook gets a front row seat to the beautiful sight of a sleepy, lusty Kim Taehyung going pink in the face, a shy smile twitching his lip.

‘Brushing his coat’ is just brushing his hair, but even Jungkook can see that the technique is slightly different. Jimin does it slowly, methodically, line by line from the front to the back, then reaching around to the nape of his neck to give it a good brushing there - Taehyung all but shivers at each swoop of the brush - even folding down each ear when he goes past. Watching it is nothing short of mesmerising, and Jungkook feels his spine tingle, wanting to feel it too.

Was it too soon to join? He could always ask for the brush later, he decided. Though even as he reached that conclusion, the thought was slipping out of his mind sand through fingers, hazier and hazier the more he listened to Jimin’s lull tone and watched his patient movements.

“There we go,” the dom whispers, passing the brush over one last time to settle all the curls in their rightful place, “much better now. Chin up, pup; time for your collar.”

Taehyung’s chin lifts the minutest of degrees. Jimin waits for a moment, but the brown-haired boy looks almost like he’s falling asleep on the spot, swaying slightly as his elbows prop him up.

“Silly me,” Jimin tuts with a smile, reaching out to manually adjust Taehyung how he wants him. “Doggies can’t understand human words, can they?” Like a proud parent, he turns to Jungkook, grin widening as he sees the state the boy is in. “I am trying to teach Tae-tae some commands. Sit, lie down, wait. Suck. He’s getting better.”

With that, the dom grabs the collar off the duvet and fiddles with the buckle, undoing it so that he can wrap it carefully around Taehyung’s neck. The process reminds Jungkook much of what happened when his parents put a collar on his childhood dog: slipping a finger under the material to test how snug it was, shifting it around until the small dangling pendant was to the front, giving it a little tug to ensure the buckle was on right.

At the gentle tug, Taehyung practically topples, going lax with his face down on Jimin’s thigh and snuggling down, breaths even. Jimin doesn’t comment on it, simply humming in acknowledgement and returning to softly stroking his back and shoulders. But he does glance over to Jungkook again, eyes glinting. “Do you wanna come a little closer, hm?”

At the invitation, Jungkook almost trips himself scooting over, wrapping his arms around one of Jimin’s and holding it to his chest. Seeing the tender moment shared between Taehyung and Jimin had made him feel positively touch-starved, desperate to feel some of that sweet attention.

Jimin’s eyes widen in bemusement before twisting his hand in Jungkook’s grip and giving his stomach a little scratch. “Goodness me, little energizer bunny, huh?”

Jungkook whines, recognising that higher-pitched voice. He was being talked to like a pet, and the thought made his insides hot. He presses his face against Jimin’s shoulder, feeling the heat on his skin there too.

“No need to get all shy on me now, bun,” Jimin teases. “I’ve already seen that little friend in your pants. Well, I suppose he’s not that little.”

Jungkook tightens his arms around Jimin’s one, wanting to rock his hips up to feel some friction. He just squirms instead, hoping his need is answered. “Jimin-hyung.”

Jimin sucks in a breath. “Can this bunny speak, hm?”

Jungkook blinks, the furnace inside him cooling for a moment. “Am I not… supposed to?”

“I’m not telling you off, I’m asking,” Jimin explains softly, cocking his head down at the potentially-sleeping Taehyung in his lap. “Tae-tae likes to be non-verbal. It’s just preference. Would you rather keep speaking?”

After a moment of thought, Jungkook nods, then props his chin up, sending Jimin his best puppy eyes. “Minnie, I need you,” he pleads in a small voice, writhing against him again.

Jungkook’s fingers curl when Jimin’s hand dips lower suddenly, grasping his length from over the fabric of his sleep shorts. The pleasure is like a bolt that shocks his whole body, and when Jimin strokes him once, the texture of the fabric increasing the friction, the guttural sound that falls from his lips is more animal than human.

Jimin just smiles placidly, patting the throbbing heat once. “Does it hurt, bun? Want me to make it go away?”

“Y-yeah.” Jungkook’s breath is shallow with excitement. This feels like new territory, relying fully on Jimin to relieve the ache, too helpless, too stupid to do anything about it himself, just a dumb bunny with a generous owner.

“You’re drooling, bun,” Jimin points out, voice raspy with arousal. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Jungkook feels fingers at the elastic band of his shorts before Jimin withdraws. He whines, a pout threatening to form, but the dom just runs his fingers and palm over Jungkook’s mouth and chin. Then, when his hand delves in and grips Jungkook, he’s slick with Jungkook’s own drool, the slide wet and hot and electric.

He moans, but saliva won’t stop gathering in the hollows of his mouth. It’s like it’s impossible to close it at all, every firm, purposeful stroke making it harder to do that basic function.

“Noisy boy,” Jimin scolds, though there’s no venom to his tone. “You might wake the puppy up, bun.”

With a strangled groan, Jungkook’s head flops down, his teeth banging against Jimin’s shoulder. A thought floats across his dazed mind, of pressing his teeth into skin, lovebites to colour the bronze.

But his teeth don’t sink into flesh. Fabric fills his mouth. Jimin’s shirt. His teeth don’t stop, though. On the contrary, he chews on the cotton, letting it muffle the sounds he can’t help but make.

“Oh, good boy,” Jimin praises warmly, his hand speeding up mercilessly to pitch Jungkook over the edge. There’s no foreplay, no kisses or teasing touches. His hard cock is a problem that his master is kind enough to solve, that Minnie-hyung is making go away, and he won’t stop until his bunny has finally-

When Jungkook comes, his whole body feels it like an earthquake. Every muscle jerks, pulses so that his toes curl and his core trembles, the drool soaking the fabric of Jimin’s shirt now until he feels it run down his own neck, blubbering through the waves of it.

Jimin slows down after the first burst of cum, but doesn’t stop, only tightening his grip like he’s milking every last drop out.

Once the tides of pleasure have dipped back down again, Jungkook goes boneless, whimpering until the hand finally leaves his softening, oversensitive cock.

He’s panting, all of his body weight on Jimin to stay upright, and it takes a few moments for his senses to properly return to him, his heart still beating erratically in his chest. “Oh, fuck.”

Jimin giggles elfishly, before reaching up to tap on Jungkook’s bottom lip with wet fingers. “You made such a mess, little bunny. Clean it up, now.”

Jungkook welcomes the digits, blinking blearily as the bitter tang of his own cum fills his mouth. He sucks Jimin’s fingers clean two at a time, swirling his tongue between them dutifully. It isn’t until he’s done and Jimin is praising him that he restores enough energy to sit up again.

Across from him, Jimin peels the soaking wet sleeve of his shirt off his shoulder, laughing softly in good humour even as his brows furrow at the weird feeling. Before Jungkook can offer up an apology, Jimin is stripping it off entirely, chucking it away and rubbing at his now-bared chest. “Much better,” he muses to himself. After a moment of letting Jungkook clear his head, Jimin turns to him, his dry hand returning to lazily card through Taehyung’s curls. “How was it, Jungkook?”

“Uh,” Jungkook replies eloquently, feeling the way his cock still throbs every few seconds in aftershocks. “Uh.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jimin states proudly, before sending Jungkook a serious gaze. “We’ll talk later, yeah? When your dick isn’t hanging out.”

Jungkook flushes, scrambles to tuck himself away, and the movement jostles the bed enough that Taehyung groans, craning his neck up with bleary eyes and rumpled hair.

The two sitting on the bed go silent. Jimin cocks his head to the side and cups Taehyung’s cheek. “Were you- Tae-tae, did you just have a nap in the middle of the scene?”

Taehyung beams sleepily, eyes still lidded. “Mm.”

“Tae! Are you out of petspace now?”

“Think so.” With a dramatically loud cry, Taehyung reaches an arm up into a deep, arching stretch, rubbing at his eyes once he’s done. “Mm, yeah, definitely. My foot has kinda gone dead too.”

As Taehyung sits up to rub at his foot, pressing his thumbs into the muscle, Jimin’s shoulders sink with a deep pout. “Tae-tae,” he whines again, “you know I like playing with puppy.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung replies easily, though it doesn’t sound like he is in the slightest, “I guess I just wanted to destress more than anything. I didn’t sleep so well last night.”

Jimin’s face softens, his complaints dissolved at Taehyung’s words. Without a verbal reply, he just reaches out, hooks his finger on the neckline of Taehyung’s shirt, and pulls him in for a kiss, humming into it slightly.

The movements, the touches are so natural and intimate that Jungkook feels like he’s intruding. It only lasts a moment before they break apart to go shower, but it’s enough time to sear the sight behind Jungkook’s eyelids. Maybe he’d been allowed to join them in their scenes, even cuddle with them, but he wasn’t a part of that bond that tied Jimin and Taehyung so strongly together. The thought sinks in his stomach, and he decides to skip the shower, getting dressed instead for a long workout downstairs.

When you knock on his door, Yoongi is at his desk, a pair of black-framed reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He glances up, an eyebrow lifting in mild surprise.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You muffle a smile at his domestic getup - a grey t-shirt hangs off, far too big for him but outlining his chest and strong shoulders nonetheless, and his long black sweatpants all but cover his bare feet, toes tapping the carpet unconsciously as he waits for your reply. “I’ve been informed that today is your day.”

“Ah, checking in to the Fuck Hotel, I see,” he quips casually, slipping his glasses of and shutting the lid of the laptop he was working on. “We do have one vacancy.”

“Is that so?” you say, unable to stop your grin as he stands up from his office chair and rolls his head back like an athlete warming up.

“Comes with a continental breakfast,” he assures, before ducking his head with a sheepish chuckle. “God, hyung is becoming a bad influence on my sense of humour.” With slightly pink cheeks, he stretches out a hand towards you, before jerking it back and freezing, fingers curled and tensed. “Wait. Shit.”

You frown, glancing down at yourself, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. “What is it?”

“Hm. I just remembered my prompt, is all.” He takes a step back with a thoughtful furrow of his brows, clenching his hands into fists and putting them behind himself. “Dammit, I was meant to think of a game plan but I got distracted sorting out- uh- client emails.”

“Was this a bad time?” you ask with a light laugh, even as you cast a guilty glance towards the laptop. A month in and he was still doing work?

“No! No, it’s fine, it’s just…” Wincing, Yoongi scratches at the back of his neck and takes another step back, gesturing down at himself, and at the messy work desk. “I’m not in sexy mode yet. I look like a stay-at-home dad trying to work out how to order groceries online while my toddler is finally having her 2pm nap.”

You pause before an incredulous laugh bubbles out of your throat. “Okay, first of all, I think stay-at-home dads are very sexy, and I happen to think that you are very sexy. Secondly, ‘her?’ Why was that whole analogy so specific?”

Yoongi huffs defensively, petulantly throwing himself down to sit on the bed with his legs splayed wide. “I used to have a life plan, okay? But that’s not relevant now. The point is, I haven’t worked out how to do a good scene. I don’t want to it to be disappointing. Or, god forbid, boring.”

Your frown just deepens. “It doesn’t need to be an elaborate setup, Yoongi. Just fuck me. Touch me, at least. I can’t believe we’re still both wearing all our clothes when I’ve been very explicit about my intentions.”

You don’t miss the wince that flutters across his face. “That’s kinda the issue. Touching you, I mean.”

“You don’t wanna touch me?”

“I-” Yoongi all but stomps his foot, teeth clenching in frustration. “Of course I fucking want to, but I have to stick to my prompt, Y/n.”

Your mouth drops open. “So your prompt is that we can’t even touch each other? Doesn’t exactly sound very appealing for a porn show.”

He clicks his tongue. “You can still touch me,” he corrects with a dry gaze.

Unconvinced, you narrow your eyes. “Isn’t that convenient?” you question rhetorically. “Gonna make me do all the work this week because you haven’t organised it in your planner yet, Doctor Min?”

He glares at your teasing tone. “Excuse me for trying to play the game properly.” You swallow as his eyes run down your body heavily, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. “If I could touch you, trust me, I’d have you dripping by now.”

Your thighs tighten, but you force them not to move. The last thing you want him to know is that you’re just about dripping already. “Sounds to me like you’re just lazy.” He doesn’t react, watching you make up your mind. You suck in a breath to hype yourself. “If I walk away right now, you’ll get nothing. Not only will you lose your prompt, but you’ll be stuck with blue balls. But if you give in and fuck me already, then you’ll only lose the prompt.”

“Who says I’ll even have blue balls? I’m perfectly comfortable,” he fires back immediately, tipping his head to the side cockily.

“Oh, please,” you drawl, letting your eyes fall to the sizeable bulge beneath his sweatpants, “you aren’t that big soft. Don’t kid yourself. So do you wanna get off, or not?”

His gaze hardens to stone, jaw flexing. “I’m surprised you think I need you for that. Aside from the fact that there are six other people in this house, I brought a fleshlight from home for a reason.”

Now that is something you hadn’t expected him to say. You freeze from your spot in the doorway, feeling heat pulse between your legs. Your spark of resistance is quickly fading, overtaken by need, so you don’t hesitate in firing back while you can. “If you think your fleshlight is better than me, then that’s your loss. Enjoy the bunkbeds; I’m off to do what you’re too cowardly to.”

“Have fun, sweetheart,” he snips, one of his hands sneaking under his shirt to rub his lower abdomen, fingers slipping below the hem of his sweats. “Shut the door on your way out.”

Feeling like you’ve lost the argument (and a little too horny to care) you have your final say by slamming it, thumping your feet with every step down the hall to your room.

Once inside, it takes mere seconds to throw yourself onto your bed back-first and shove your hand down your pants. But then, before you even dip into your wetness, a thought strikes you.

Pulling your hand out and making your way to your desk, you use your other hand to clumsily type in your password, and open a browser. It doesn’t take long to navigate to the page with all the paid streams for your own show, and with a slight flush you select Yoongi’s bedroom, impatiently punching in your credit card details.

After an agonising wait, the payment is processed and you’re brought to a private livestreaming site, a single window open in front of you.

The angle itself is strange, making Yoongi’s room look larger than it was, but you’re surprised at just how high quality the video and sound is once you bring it to full screen and slip your headphones in your ears. Yoongi is hunched over his nightstand, and you can actually hear the wooden slide faintly in the background as he opens and closes a drawer, returning to his office chair with a seemingly-transparent fleshlight and a bottle of lube.

Something about watching him through a camera in the corner of his room feels so wrong, especially as he palms impatiently at the tent in his pants, uncapping the lube and pouring a generous amount into the opening of the toy. You’d never been much of a voyeur - or, at least, so you thought - but you couldn’t take your eyes off him, blinding slipping your hands down your pants but over your underwear, simply pressing down on your clit to ease some of the crying need.

Oddly, the lube pours down and begins to drip out the other side, creating a dark patch on his clothed thigh. The audio picks up Yoongi cursing, and there’s no further preamble before he’s using one hand to hook down his sweatpants and kick them off to pool on the floor. The motion causes his cock to jerk up onto his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his grey shirt, visible only by a few pixels of darker grey.

He scoots a little down the seat of the chair and hitches a leg up over one of the arms, eyes slipping closed as the hand not holding the dripping fleshlight grips his own cock, thumb pressing at the head.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans lowly, the sound running through your headphones and straight down between your legs. His brows are furrowed like it’s almost paining him, but he hovers the opening of the fleshlight over his tip as if he’s trying to hold back.

Slowly, he lowers the toy down one inch at a time, until the lube is drooling over his cock. Finally, the transparent toy slips down over his cock and his hips jump off the chair, his knuckles white on the arm of the chair and the fleshlight as he growls and lifts it back off again.

The sight of him intentionally teasing himself is too erotic for you to stay unmoving, and you find yourself burning up, losing the headphones for a moment to shuffle out of your own clothes. You hurry as much as you can, grimacing at your sopping panties, but by the time you’re back in your chair with nothing but a bra and tuning back into the stream, Yoongi’s not even focused on his toy anymore.

It sits propped up on his thigh, with two of his fingers lazily, almost absentmindedly thrusting deeply inside of it to keep it steady as the rest of him swivels in his chair to open his laptop again.

You frown and squint at the tiny screen on the stream. Rows of fuzzy squares stack up, and while you can’t be certain the phallic shapes of some of the miniscule images inside them make you think he was on a sex toy website.

He quickly opens a new tab, however, and your heart begins to beat nervously as a familiar page comes up. One you’d been on just earlier.

With bated breath you wait, hands grasping at the meat of your thighs and clothed breast to hold off on touching between your legs just yet. Yoongi navigates the Bangasm page, going through the same payment process you did.

It isn’t until you’re met with a miniature version of your own room on his screen that you realise what’s happened. And it’s when Yoongi squints and leans in closer, before turning to face the camera directly with a bewildered look, that you know you’ve been caught.

Frozen, you watch the on-screen, Yoongi look back and forth twice, before slowly scooting his chair back on an angle to the table, so that the laptop is in eyeshot even as his body is facing the camera fully.

Your mouth is dry, but the fleshlight he picks up again is wet, so wet that his fingers glisten, almost slipping off the toy entirely. He holds it tightly, transferring it to his dominant hand and teasing the top over his tip, biting hard on his lip.

The squeeze you have on your thigh is almost painful as your core burns, but you’re too stunned still to move, watching him dance the opening of the fleshlight over his cock, never dipping it inside.

With a twitching grin and lusty eyes, he glances towards the laptop. Your whole body feels hot as you glance over your shoulder to the camera in your room, before looking back at the screen. He’s not moving, chest visibly heaving even as he stares patiently at the computer screen.

He’s… waiting for you.

With one strangled breath, you tilt your chair away from the desk, adjusting your own laptop in a similar setup to him. Eyes locked on the stream, terrified you’ll miss a single moment of him indulging himself, you let your fingers uncurl from your inner thigh and trail them down, wasting no time in automatically locating your clit, massaging around the small bud.

Pleasure flows through you like hot water, down to your toes. After holding out for so long, after being so aroused for so long, the simplest touch has your knees weak and your head lolled back against the headrest.

On screen, Yoongi’s grin widens, and he rewards you by lowering the fleshlight, the clear silicone making way for the tip of his cock. He doesn’t stop there like last time, though; instead, he slowly but surely plunges it all the way down until it’s flush with his pelvis. Your eyes fly open when the flushed head pops out the other side, and Yoongi clearly enjoys it too judging by the way he curses and grips it tight, practically panting.

Without really intending, your fingers dip down and slip inside, two already. You barely feel a stretch with how wet you are. Although the feeling of something inside you is nice, you know your fingers just aren’t enough, especially with the angle of you slumped back in your chair.

So, you chance one look back at the screen - Yoongi is using the tip of one finger to spread his precum around the glossed tip of his cock, but his eyes are firmly locked onto you - and walk on shaky legs to your closet, where an unassuming (and so far unused) black silk bag lies amongst your shoes.

The amount of time it takes for you to duck into the bathroom and quickly wash the silicone vibrator you have with soapy water feels like an eternity, and by the time you hurry back it isn’t the toy that’s vibrating.

Frowning, you hesitantly answer the call that’s coming through on your phone from a familiar contact.

Yoongi’s voice immediately fills the room as the pixelated version on the screen rests his phone on the side of his desk, not jerking but twisting the fleshlight in slow arcs around his cock. “Couldn’t get enough of me, hm?”

“Says the one calling me,” you offer back lightly, switching onto speaker mode so that you can settle back in your chair, “enjoying the view?”

“A little too uneventful for me yet, sweetheart,” he teases, and his breathy groan is timed with the Yoongi on the stream lifting the fleshlight up a little and plunging it down again. “How about you put that toy in your pretty little pussy for me. For us.”

You feel your core pulse at the reminder that it wasn’t just Yoongi on the stream. Any number of anonymous strangers could be tuned in right now, seeing you with your legs spread.

The only way to cope is to lean into it instead of shying away. You slide the black silicone toy through your folds to slick it up, sighing with every light pass over your clit. Once it’s as wet as you are, you press the slightly bulbous tip down until it slips inside you, immediately shivering at the feeling.

The toy is small enough that you don’t need any special prep, yet big enough that it was satisfying, and curved just right. It had been your old reliable long before coming on the show, and there’s something strangely familiar and comforting about feeling it fill you out as you push it in deeper.

“Fuck, there we go,” Yoongi praises, and you hear the wet smacking noise of him snapping his hips up into the toy. “I may not be able to touch you, but you’ll still call my name when you cum for me.”

Your toes curl, and you’re no longer able to focus on the stream, letting your eyes fall shut and your ears tune in to his voice alone as you work the toy in and out of you.

He doesn’t waste any time in joining you, and the resulting sounds that fill your room are obscene, him making no effort to muffle the gravelled curses and moans, nor the wet thwack of silicone that gives away his movements.

The noise is somehow even more thrilling than the sight, and the feeling of his eyes on you encourages you to speed your hand up, even reaching down to desperately rub at your clit with the flat of your fingers, shivering at the wave of pleasure that wracks through your body.

It’s not long before you hear Yoongi’s voice turn guttural and the pace of the flesh light pick up frantically.

You wrench your eyes open and gaze blearily at the computer screen just in time to watch the stream of white that spills up through the back end of the fleshlight and over Yoongi’s knuckles. As hot as the image is, you whine at being made to watch this through the pixels instead of in real life, and the thought of being right fucking across from him as he fell apart is enough to make you seize up in your chair, orgasm draining you thoroughly, with not enough force to squirt but dripping on the seat nonetheless.

You take the toy out once pleasure turns to the sharp tweak of oversensitivity and pant, fighting to catch your breath as your feet feel positively numb.

Coming down from your high, you almost forget the running phone call until you hear his voice come through the speaker again. “Have a shower and then come back down to my room. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”

The beeping tone leaves you alone in your room, and you loll your head back over the edge of the chair with an exhausted moan, not without a grin playing on your lips. You wouldn’t protest to that.

#the gentlemen #tgm #bts fanfic #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #vminkook smut #vmin smut #jikook smut #taekook smut #i don't even know how to tag anymore fksdfjsk

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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scenario: you start seeing Jon which leads to the two of you having to hide it from your family and especially Damian.

pairing: jon kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can you tell my kent family hyperfixation hasn't left yet? i swear it's becoming an issue lmaooo but this might actually be the longest fic i've written for this blog.

you talked with your friends who you had snuck into the gala with. Rachel had begrudgingly agreed to come to meanwhile Cass and Steph were the only other ones who agreed to come on their own accord.

"Damian, your only friend is here," Dick said, earning a kick from his younger brother before getting up and leaving you and Raven alone. you knew it was a rare occasion that she even decided to show up so you didn't want to leave her alone. "we probably won't see my brother for the rest of the night. whenever his friend comes, it's like everyone becomes a background character. for him being my adopted 'twin' brother, I have yet to meet this friend."

Raven laughed as you saw the wine that the couple on the dance left on your table drunkenly. the bottle was little more than half-filled and you gave one quick look to Raven before pouring the wine into both of your glasses and discarding it right away.

"to not having fun for the rest of the night," you giggled as the two of you chugged the wine down in a mere few seconds, "drier than I thought it would be but it beats having to pay for it," Raven muttered as you agreed to sneak another bottle from the bartender so you wouldn't have to pay for it. even with your dad paying for all your necessities, the drinks at his galas were far too expensive for you to even willingly pay for them yourself. the only reason why he even paid for all your expenses was because you agreed to skip out on college to help run some parts of Wayne Enterprises with your brother.

another reason why you couldn't exactly go and pay for it yourself was because Bruce was not one to exactly be chippy at the idea of you getting plastered drunk at one of his public galas. "I got one of two ideas. one: I'll go flirt with the bartender and you can sneak behind him and get the other bottle or two: I can flirt with the bartender for enough time to see if he'll just willingly give it to us," you told Raven as she nodded with option two.

the bartender happened to be in his younger 50s. you recognized him from previous WE events and although he was familiar with your family, you doubted that he would say anything to your dad about you flirting him with. all you had to do was push the top of the dress down a bit and hike up the bottom to get his attention.

"hey Martin," you said, leaning up against the bar table and smiling, "enjoying the night?" you asked as you saw him flinch back in surprise. he nodded, trying to divert his eyes from looking at you in anyway you could have felt to be disrespectful.

"I was thinking, how much does the bottle of Lafite Rothschild go for?" you asked, giving him a pouty face. he gulped nervously, "almost ten grand ma'am," he replied, grabbing it from the wine stand, "even for me? I mean, my dad must've paid for it so does it even go for that much considering I am his child?" he asked.

you could tell that you had caught him in a predicament, "I would assume not, I assume you're twenty one, right?" he murmured, handing you the precious bottle. you smiled (a fake one that anyone could see through) and nodded before giving the old man a light kiss on the cheek, "thanks Martin, I appreciate it," you said, giving him a wave before leaving.

Raven perked up seeing the bottle in your hand, "snagged a ten thousand dollar bottle," you said excitedly as you waved it in your hand. Raven stared at you in shock, "you got a ten thousand dollar bottle in less than five minutes?" she exclaimed.

you giggled before whispering in her ear, "the benefits of being a child of Bruce Wayne is that you can practically get away with anything. especially when you're the daughter." you popped open the bottle as you handed her the wine glass and poured the drink with care. you gave her a slight cheers before taking a small sip and being pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as dry for a wine with a huge amount of alcohol percentage.

as the night progressed, you and Raven got actively more drunk. you hadn't realized how hard the wine had hit you until Raven was drunkenly getting pulled home by Gar as you sat at the table with a little less than the bottle still full. you hadn't seen your dad or brother all night and you figured they must've been pulled into doing Batfamily work at some point and left you alone with Steph or Cass. hell, maybe even Dick if he was still around.

you weren't actively apart of the vigilante work all of your siblings did but you did help them out with the technical parts of it when Tim wasn't available. you didn't really like fighting or risking your life so after you graduated, you interned at Wayne Enterprises under Tim's orders while Damian worked under your dad.

at the age of twenty-one, you still hadn't met most of the league for the exception of Wonder Woman and The Flash. the rest were strangers in your head and much to Damian's luck, he wanted to keep it that way. at least in his case with Jon.

"ow, I am so sorry," you slurred as you managed to hit someone on the shoulder. he chuckled seeing as how you were not attempting to get up, "you okay there ma'am?" the man with a southern accent asked. you giggled as you attempted to get up, "I'm ( your name ) and you are?" you asked.

"Jon Kent, pleasure to meet you," he said, kissing your hand. you blushed as you heard one of your favorite songs come through the speakers, "would you like to dance?" you asked, not even caring that you had met this just a few mere seconds ago. he nodded, figuring that since Damian left him stranded at the gala, he had nothing to lose.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played throughout the ballroom. Jon immediately took the reigns as the lead as the lights got dimmer and you danced against Jon sensually. "what got you dragged here?" you asked Jon. "my best friend invited me as his plus one. you?" he whispered in your ear, "I work for the company so I kind of had to attend," you managed to say before turning around and facing him.

you looked at Jon with drunken yet loving eyes, "you're handsome, you know that?" you said with no hesitation in your face. Jon laughed, placing his hand on your cheek, "right back at ya, darlin'," he replied as the song switched to another one of your favorite songs.

side to side by ariana grande started.

you shrugged, feeling as though you had nothing to lose and got up on your toes gave Jon a kiss on his lips. he was slightly taken back but played it off by returning it. the two of you remained kissing through the entirety of the song until Jon felt a familiar tap on his shoulder.

"I gotta go but if you're up for it, I'd love for ya to give me your number," you nodded excitedly as you practically snatched his phone from his hand and typed it in as quickly as possible with your name having a hundred emoji's next to it, "text me in the morning!" you screamed.

Jon laughed before following Damian from behind, "you suck, you know that!" Jon exclaimed, "I meet one girl I actually like and you drag me away!" Damian rolled his eyes, "please, you act like there isn't more girls out there to hit on." this time, it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes, "I got her number so I guess that's a plus."

you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache but to a few messages on your phone. you smiled realizing that it was the boy you had met the night before.

"good morning...or actually good afternoon!"

Jon laughed from his side of the phone.

"good afternoon darlin'. I hope you had a good sleep."

you were texting your way down the stairs, greeting Alfred and Bruce before grabbing a plate of lunch and sitting down on the bar top. "what time you'd make it home?" Bruce asked, sensing the hangover you had. "a bit past midnight. drank a bottle of Lafite with Raven before dancing with a boy you invited," you said honestly.

Bruce felt himself go stiff at the admittance of you drinking the Lafite bottle but remained silent as Alfred placed Advil and one of your Gatorades next to you. "yeah, whoever must've danced with you last night must've been drunk too because you'd want to dance with you?" Damian said coming down the stairs.

you threw him a fork, Damian dodging it with ease, "I'd shut up if I were you. I'm actually getting coffee with the guy in like an hour," you replied, chugging down the rest of the food before getting up and going to your room, "yeah and I pray for the man who now has to deal with you," Damian screamed loud enough for you to hear.

you pulled on a skirt and tights before slipping on a sweater and fixing your hair and quickly doing your makeup. you grabbed the keys from your bag and took the back entrance to get to your car. one of the benefits of getting paid so much was that you were able to afford cars that were out of price range for a lot of people your age.

the coffee shop you decided to meet Jon at was a few blocks into the heart of central Gotham. you got a table farthest from the crowd as you didn't want any attention on you and your potential boyfriend. you saw Jon approaching at the front of the coffee shop and pulled on your sunglasses so no one outside could see who you were.

"nice to meet you, this time with me not being drunk," you told Jon, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "pleasure is all mine sweetheart," he replied, putting his arm around your shoulder. you got up to the front of cashier and scanned the menu.

"I'd like a venti mocha with oatmilk, what about you?" you asked Jon as he scanned the menu nervously before muttering that he hardly orders coffee. you smiled, "and an order of a grande peppermint hot chocolate," you added on as you took your card out, Jon's eyes widening at the black American Express card.

"wow, Wayne Enterprises must pay you really well," he exasperated, "yeah, I guess you could say that," you said as hesitantly as possible. after the two of you got the coffees, you got back to the table as you took off your sunglasses in a sigh of relief.

"do you really wear sunglasses everywhere you go?" Jon asked. you debated on telling him the actual reason but decided on a vague answer, "eh, it's more for secrecy. I guess if I get another date, I might tell you the real reason," you winked, making Jon blush.

through the weeks, you decided to keep the biggest part of your life a semi secret to Jon still. he knew vaguely of a few things but one mistake on your end managed to throw all of that away in more ways than one.

you were walking downtown with Jon, his hand grasping yours as the two of you roamed an area of town that you knew didn't have major significance to WE. you were holding a coffee in one hand as you walked about a few things that happened to you that week to Jon. it wasn't until you walked towards a busy street that your heart fell to your stomach.

a huge billboard, like signs you would see on highways, of you and Damian representing Wayne Enterprises stood in the middle of an intersection. you stared at the ground, your one secret given away as Jon stared down at you, a look of shock in his eyes.

"wait, you work with Damian Wayne?" he asked as he could tell that you did not want to look at him. you sighed, a bit scared, "work partners might be a little too far from what we are," you gulped, finally realizing that you had to admit to your family ties.

Jon looked at you, now more confused than shocked.

what you didn't know was that at the same time that you were about to confess everything to Jon, a paparazzi had taken dozens of photos of you and Jon that were immediately uploaded to various Twitter accounts and gossip magazines.

"Damian Wayne is my adopted brother. Bruce Wayne is my adopted dad. that's why I have a lot more money than any regular Wayne Enterprise worker."

Jon immediately stumbled to the ground, not expecting that answer coming from you. you immediately felt tears hitting your eyes as you figured that maybe Jon didn't want to be with someone so rich and famous. someone's whose family was always in the spotlight.

"DAMIAN WAYNE IS YOUR BROTHER?" Jon screamed, catching you off guard as this was the first time Jon had ever screamed at you. you nodded, trying not to look at him in the eyes, "he's going to kill me. your entire family is going to plot my murder. I'm a dead man. Clark is going to find me in a ditch," Jon started talking to himself.

it was now your turn to look at Jon confused, "wait, what?" you asked, wiping your tears. "YOUR BROTHER IS MY BEST FRIEND. Damian Wayne is Robin and I'm Superboy!" he whispered the last part, "I've been dating my best friends sister this entire time without realizing it!" he screamed.

you finally connected the dots. every time Damian said he was going on patrol with Superboy meant that he was going to hang out with Jon and every time Damian said that Jon turned down a patrol session usually meant that you were going on a date with him. both of you stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"small world, eh?" you asked, trying to defuse the tension, "guess we better figure out a way to tell them, huh?" Jon replied as you both heard your phone going off with texts and calls. you opened it to see that Dick, Bruce, Tim, and even Jason and Alfred were frantically calling you.

"hello, what happened?" you asked, picking up Dick's call. "GET HOME NOW!" he yelled through the phone as you heard Damian's screeching voice from the other side, "why? what happened?" you asked, staring at Jon now in fear.

"SHE'S DATING JON? I'M GOING TO KILL HIM BEFORE I KILL HER!" you heard Damian scream before something broke, "pictures of you kissing Jon came to the public on Twitter and he saw them," Jason said, half annoyed.

both of your hearts fell to your stomach as you realized it was now or never. everyone knew of your relationship and it wasn't even something both of you tried to do intentionally. you grabbed Jon's hand, yours shaking in fear as you got into the passenger side of his beat up red truck. he could tell you were beyond scared to go home and he now knew it was time. he had to man up before it got worse and you attempted to break up with him.

once you arrived to Wayne Manor, you sat still, not moving an inch. "it'll be okay darlin', I promise it won't be too bad," he murmured as he opened your door. you nodded as you hopped off and started walking towards the door.

you could hear Damian's yells still going on from the other side door as you opened it. you grasped Jon's hand and walked into the living space, Damian's eyes immediately looking at you before charging to Jon with every ounce of strength he had. Jason quickly grabbed you as Jon dodged him and Damian went straight to attack him again. you couldn't bare to look at the sight and felt tears spring to your eyes as you hid your face into Jason's side.

"hey, you okay?" Jason asked. he could see the tears in your eyes which instantly made him a bit upset. "enough," Jason screamed, catching everyone's attention. Jon and Damian saw the hurt look on your face and as soon as Jon realized you were upset at the fight he was having, he kicked Damian off of him and walked towards you.

he grabbed your hand and whispered an apology into your ear as he stroked your cheek lovingly, "I'm sorry dear but I wasn't expecting Damian to do this," Jon said as Damian watched the way Jon was treating you. a part of him knew that Jon would treat you right. Jon wasn't like your typical average boy but the fact that neither of you told him is what set him off and seeing you being so lovingly with Jon set him off again.

Damian ran towards Jon again but this time, you shielded him which made him stop immediately, "Damian, stop, please," you croaked. Bruce saw you trying to neutralize the situation and stood next to Damian, hinting at him to quit it, "I'm sorry we never told you but the reason why we never did was because we had no idea who the other was. I didn't know Jon was your best friend and clearly didn't know that he was Superboy and he had no idea I was even related to you nevertheless your sister. please, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine," you explained.

Dick, Jason, and Tim stared at Jon who grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, "and I would have never made the move if I knew she was your sister but we fell in love and it was like a soulmate connection. we were meant for each other and I want her to be in my life. she's it for me," Dick sighed mesmerized as Tim and Jason gagged at the cheesy confession.

Damian growled, "if you even think of hurting her, Clark will be down one son and I mean it. that's my sister and no man will ever be good enough for her. you are my best friend and she might be a pain in my ass, she means the world to me. I will not hesitate to dig your grave and bury you alive if I see one tear of sadness coming down her face," Damian stated before hitting Jon on the shoulder purposely before walking away.

you smiled, your heart swelling at Damian's speech. he never once said anything like that about you and in his Damian way of being, you knew this was his way of accepting your relationship with Jon. you smiled at Jon before giving him a huge kiss on the lips, making your dad and all of your brothers gag at the sight.

"okay, save that shit for privacy, no one needs to see that," Jason said as he walked away. Bruce gave you one look before turning to Jon, "your father knows in case you were wondering but feel free to stay for dinner if you'd like," Bruce said before walking away with Tim and Dick walking away with him.

"I love you," you whispered to Jon as he let out a laugh against your lips, "I love you too and I'm all of this was cleared out." you nodded in agreement as you grasped his hand, "wanna come up to my room? I figured we should catch some sleep before Alfred calls everyone for dinner and Damian starts another fight," Jon agreed, giving you a kiss on your head as the two of you walked up the stairs.

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Incubus: Coming of Age (Part 2)

Pairing: Incubus!Baekhyun x You

Genre: fantasy, smut 🖤

Tags: plot (typical me), demon boy (incubus), monstrous cock (like ya ain't ready), breeding kink, oral (f & m), overstimulation, breath play, dirrrty talk and more~

Raiting: 18+ (21+ it's even steamier than the 1st one 🙈)

Word count: 5.7k (the bock got me inspired haha)

Summary: Baekhyun left an indelible mark on you that one night. But the thing is it was a year ago! and that damn demon never came back... Maybe you should just forget about him... Well only maybe of course ;)

Part 1

General Masterlist

Hey guys this is the final part of this very steamy two shot ^^ I hope you guys will also like it. Please tell me what you think ^^

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...To a Man

How am I supposed to go back to a normal life after that?

Well in fact... you didn't. It was over a year later and Baekhyun never came back. Every night you were hoping that somehow, he would come visit you again. But every night you laid in your bed disappointed, actually, even worse: frustrated.

Because after that fateful night you never touched yourself to your handsome boss Doctor Park Chanyeol again. Actually, you completely lost interest in him. Sure, he was still very handsome and gentlemanly but you just... didn't care anymore.

To be completely exact you didn't touch yourself to Chanyeol, but you still did have intimate sessions with yourself... Well, you tried at least. Because nothing, NOTHING... came close to what you felt when Baekhyun took care of you that night. Actually, you knew no human being, no simple mortal could possibly fuck you that way. It's not something a being of flesh and blood can do... It's something only an unholy creature could do, something only a demon could make you feel.

So, every time you succumbed to the urge of relieving yourself by letting your fingers play with your folds it ended in either, a complete failure where you couldn't even drive yourself to your peak or a lukewarm, disappointing and frustrating orgasm...

A whole year...

A whole year spent fantasizing about a teenage demon that only used you to pass a stupid exam then vanished from your reality without failing to completely shatter your whole world...

So yeah... it sucked...

You sighed to yourself, staring at the same old ceiling of your room. It was one of those nights where the tension was just too much, but you didn't feel like going through the hassle of actually pleasuring yourself knowing damn well it was going to be temporary and frankly dissatisfying.

You turned to your side, determined to chase off the frustration by getting some good sleep. Exhausted you drifted pretty quickly into a deep slumber.

But the sleep was anything but good... You found yourself covered in sweat, wrestling in your sheets, engrossed in a fever dream. Not much of it made sense but you felt like hands were roaming your body, like an usually warm embrace was enveloping your form, you felt like rugged flesh was lapping at your ear. You heard like jerky breaths, lowly grunts, like an unnaturally deep voice talking to you...

Missed me... Kitten?

"Baekhyun?!" you shouted as you sat up in your bed, eyes snapping open.

You looked around in a slight panic, your night gown clamped to your sweaty skin and your chest heaving up and down.

"Fuck" you cursed yourself under your breath, disappointed when you realized your mind played tricks on you again... You're just here alone in your room, soaked in frustration... and arousal.

"God damn it" your curse again as you slip your night gown over your head and kick the covers off your heated skin. You are left naked on top of your bed. Immediately the cold air sends goosebumps on your humid skin, hardening your nipples.

You let you fingers slip to the crux of the problem. You know there's only one way to finally be able to chase away the memory of Baekhyun, even if it's only for tonight.

The cold fingers on your drenched heat draw a sharp breath off your lips. You're so excited about this stupid fever dream, so excited about him that only a few rubs already have you with your toes curled up in pleasure. You fist your sheets tightly.

"Aaaah... Baekhyun" you softly moan his name. With eyes closed shut, you try to recall the way he felt inside you, the way his eyes glowed red, the way his low voice sent shivers down your spine...

Oh... Kittennn~...

It was like you could hear him... you gave no rest to your sensitive and throbbing nub...

"Baekhyun I'm gonna cum" you whisper to yourself. Pleasure slowly taking over your entire body. You slip a finger inside your drenched heat to aid yourself to your peak a little quicker. Then another one. You aim directly for your sensitive spot and you feel yourself tightly clenching around your fingers. You're so close... so soclose.

"Aren't you going to wait for me?"

This time...There's no doubt.

Your eyes snap open again as you stop what you were doing and you are met with Baekhyun staring you down at the foot of the bed, licking his lips, eyes already wavering with a tint of red.

But for a second you doubt. Is it really him? You can't help but to ask yourself. He looks so different. Sure, the spare shaped black tail still loosely dangles behind him but other than that his whole aura changed. The boyish features are completely gone. Instead, he looks broader, like more muscular. His plain black tee is tightly hugging his fit and toned body, making it easy for you to see abs peaking from underneath the constrictive fabric, abs you can't recall from the previous visit. His matching jeans let you see through their rips his smooth silky skin and generous thighs... But the most noticeable change is definitely his horns. The cute 10 cm (4in) tall skin-colored horns were replaced by huge 30cm (1ft) long ones. They were directly sprouting in a spiral from his forehead and stood proud on top of his head. Their base was black but as they went up it faded to a dark and deep blood red.

Overall, he looks so much more mature...

He isn't a boy anymore... he's a man.

"Baekhyun?" you start hesitantly as the demon already slips beside you in bed. "Is that really you?" you can't help but to ask.

"Yes... Kitten... It's me" he whispers in the low voice you missed so much. Bringing his lips close to your ear and you feel his rough tongue lap at your sweet spot, the familiar sensation draws a shaky breath out of you. For a minute you don't say anything you're just there, under his spell as he plays with you. In the midst of all this you didn't even notice you were stark naked, or maybe you just didn't care. You don't want to protest quite frankly, you let him do, you let him gently nibble at your bare collarbones and plant gentle kisses on your neck. You let him because... that's what you've been waiting for... For a whole fuckingyear.

But then you shake your head, snapping out of it... You leave his side taking the sheets to wrap around your naked body and get up, knowing that his soft kisses keep you from thinking rationally.

"Baekhyun..." you turned your eyes back to him "you changed so much". He chuckled and the red glow faded to slowly disappear as he gets up.

"Yes... I know, a lot can change in 12 years..." he casually says while stepping closer to you.

Wait... What?!?!

"What 12 years? No, it was just last year" you correct him, and he takes your hands in his slender black stained fingers.

"Maybe to you... but not to me" You suddenly recall the demonic blood moon years... Maybe that's what he meant... "I'll be turning 30 this May."

Your jaw drops... how was that even possible?! But then again, here you are questioning the passing of time for an.... Incubus... so what's crazier really?

"You remember what I told you about breeding?" Baekhyun's voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Yes... that it is an incubus sole purpose, right?" you say absent mindedly, still dazed at the situation. But you're brought back to the present moment when Baekhyun squeezes your hands tightly and dives in your gaze with his piercing dark brown orbs.

"Yes, I came back for that..." he leans in and you instinctively lean your head back giving him unconditional access to your neck. Baekhyun's voice goes down an octave again, lips only millimeters away from your ear. "I came back for you..." he whispers before he licks around your sweet spot, making your heart loudly thump in your chest and your toes curls on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You bite your lip trying to restrain your voice.

"I'm going to breed you" his voice is hypnotizing, "You will bare my children and bring them into the world" You can't even wrap your mind around what he's saying, "I chose you, y/n. I only want you" His voice his putting a spell on you. "I can fuck any women I want but..." his hand is now wrapped around your nape, and the other one gently pulls on the sheets that you let fall to the ground without resistance.

"Baekhyun what do you mean?" you ask in a jerky whisper, only focusing on his hot breath on your ear. He ignores your question.

"I need your approval to breed you, y/n..." His blunt nails grazed against the naked skin of your lower back, you start to softly moan, you're completely wrapped around his fingers. "So, say yes, y/n... Say yes Kitten" he says before his large palms grope your butt cheeks closing in the last centimeters that were left between his clothed body and your naked one, sending radiating heat from your core to your entire body.

What are you supposed to reply? Are you supposed to say no? How could you do such a thing after waiting for him for a whole year, everyday growing a little more desperate, a little more frustrated... How could you possibly say no, when his hands were roam your body like they have always known you. When he whispers with that voice in your ear. When minutes ago, you would have given anything to have another night with him...

You... just...

Can't.

"Okay..." you whispered ever so quietly, barely audible even for your own ears.

You feel Baekhyun's cheek lift against yours as he smiles. When he pulls back, you can see his pointy teeth glistening under the full moon, like they did a year ago, he's wearing the same evil smirk that you know so well, or maybe this time he's even more devious...

Fuck...

Right there something snaps, something changes. When Baekhyun looks back the red glow in his eyes is more intense than ever, his expression is wicked. Lust dancing in his dark orbs as he licks his lips with appetite.

You don't even notice the red glow around your naked form before you feel your feet being lifted from the ground. Baekhyun smirks at the confusion plastered on your face. His magic makes you levitate and harshly throws you on the bed, almost smashing your heard on the headboard. You should be stunned but the scene taking place right before your eyes keeps you conscious and focused.

The red glow now circles Baekhyun and in a fraction of second his clothes are gone. Not dropped to the floor, just gone. They completely vanished. And he stands right before you in all his glory. You can't help but to let your eyes trail his body.

His sharp jawline, long narrow neck, his collarbones. The muscles of his pecs and arms moving and mesmerizing you. The dangling black tail. The toned abs already lightly sparkling with sweat.

Then your eyes finally go below the waist band.

You do remember the enormous… thingBaekhyun fucked you with last time. How could you forget? You could never. That's why you know for a fact that this thing right there in front of you, rock hard, lightly twitching and oozing precum at the slit, is actually bigger.

Your jaw drops to the floor. The veiny and pulsing monstrous cock is as lengthy as your thigh and as thick as a soda can. When you look closely it seems like the sides are beaded. Your heart jumps in your chest. Because you know that huge ass cock is made for pleasure. Tingles start to bubble in the pit of your stomach, and you unconsciously press your thighs together.

Baekhyun can't help but to smirk when he notices fear and anticipation swim in your confused eyes.

He steps closer to you.

"Oh Kitten" he starts as he crawls in bed to you. The wicked smirk still dancing on his lips, red glowing eyes fixed on you. "We're going to have so much fun."

Then with the familiar flick of his wrist your legs fly open at his will. You gasp in surprise. And Baekhyun's smirk goes wider when he notices how your folds glisten with juices.

"Kitten look at you..." He says gesturing his chin towards your most private part. "You're always so wet for me" his low voice send shivers down your spine as embarrassment rush to your cheeks. But the spell maintains your legs nice and spread out for him.

Baekhyun leans in closer to your drenched heat teeth and tongue out.

You gasp loudly arching your back when you feel his rugged tongue aiming directly for your clit. Still very sensitive from almost cumming a few minutes ago.

"Mmmmh... Kitten you taste even better than last time" he purrs, lips pressed to your core, the vibrations sending electricity in your body.

Baekhyun takes his sweet time gently lapping at and around your nub to tease you, while cascades of juices flow out of your impatient center. You can't endure the teasing anymore, not after all this time, not after a whole year. You unconsciously buck your hips up, grinding your pussy on his tongue while a tiny pleading whimper escapes your lips.

Baekhyun stops in his track. You're taken aback when glowing red eyes look back up at you and he shakes his head fainting disappointment. But the smirk is quick to comeback.

"Baby" his warm breath fans your delicate parts. "Don't be so fucking greedy" he says before sinking his pointy white teeth in the sensitive little bud. The sting pulls a scream out of you while you grip the sheets. Immediately after Baekhyun's tongue plunges inside your hungry little hole, reaching the deepest part right away. At an alluring speed, his long tongue comes in and out of you, each time poking your sweet spot. Your loud moans echo through the empty night, the familiar knot, quick to tighten again after this much teasing.

"Baekhyun don't stop" you plead, feeling your release coming. Baekhyun's red orbs sill fixed in yours while his tail lazily dangles behind him.

The incessant stimulation of your g-spot got you clenching around his long and rugged tongue while you finally cum, letting go of the knot. You scream in absolute bliss.

That's it... this feeling... The sensation you've been craving.

"Fuckkkk" You cry out.

Baekhyun parts himself from your throbbing center for a moment, allowing you to ride out your high at your own pace. Your chest is heaving up and down, sweat is pearling between your breasts.

"Baby, don't think it's over just yet" he says smirking again. "I have so much more in store for you..."

Right then, you still haven't fully recovered and Baekhyun dives down to your soaked folds again, but this time his hot and wet tongue only focusses on you swollen nub. You scream out in surprise and pleasure. Immediately your back arches again.

His tongue somehow feels like vibrations, the feeling is intense and suffocating, and you know you won't be slow be thrown into another strong orgasm again. Your hand instinctively flies to Baekhyun's hair, resting in between his two horns, fingers harshly pulling at his luscious raven black locks.

"Is Kitten cumming again?" he says with a mouthful.

You can't even process an answer as the crushing orgasm washes over you again, excessive amounts of your arousal coating your tights and linking your center to the sheets. You moan out with no restrain, making no effort whatsoever to keep your voice down.

When he's done Baekhyun sits back up on the bed. You don't even notice how he strokes his huge monstrous pole in his fist.

"Kitten, I hope you're not tired yet..." you jumped when you felt is unnaturally hot tip glide against your folds. "Because it’s my turn now"

He shimmied his way to your parted thighs. Like last time he rested his cock on your stomach to measure it up to you. Now there's no doubt the thing is much much bigger than last time. A year ago, it reached to your midriff, now the red tip is comfortably placed between your boobs. In a sort of trance, you wrap your hands around it, the both of them can barely circle the girth of his dick. It's huge... Abnormally long and terrifyingly thick... but you can't wait to feel the thing inside you.

Baekhyun smirks when he notices you eyeing his member with burning desire. He pulls his hips back and aligns himself at your entrance. His tip teases you as you bite your lip, gathering your wetness for a smooth crossing.

"Look at me Kitten" your eyes shoot back to Baekhyun's glowing orbs. "Look at me while I make you take my cock" You let a tiny whimper out when you feel him pushing himself inside you. The tip gently and slowly parting you. Baekhyun grunts in your ear.

"Fuck Kitten, you're so tight for me baby" he breaths out in his low voice.

With every centimeter it gets better and better, you feel no pain at all only divine pleasure. You feel each one of the beads along his shaft, each one more pleasing than the last. Last time just that one slow stroke made you cum. And you know, history won't fail to repeat itself.

"I'm gonna cum" you whisper in a strangled breath, your eyes still locked with Baekhyun's. His smirk goes wider at your frowned brows and trembling lip. But he keeps on steadily pushing his cock inside you, spreading you further and further.

"I know" he whispers before violently pushing the last few centimeters in. The unexpected and overwhelming pleasure washes over you as you sink your head back in the pillows, a long string of moan falling of your lips while your cunt twitches uncontrollably around Baekhyun, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

"Kitten" he says while pulling back slowly as you are still high from your climax. "I don't think you're ready for me" You difficulty open one eye to look at him and nod to contradict him. Baekhyun chuckles. "You think?" he asks popping his dick out of you while your walls desperately clench around nothing.

"Yes" you whisper, squirming, craving for him to fill you up again. "Yes, I missed you so much" the words roll of your tongue before you even realize it. Baekhyun lifts an eyebrow.

"Really Kitten? You missed me?" you nod again. "Well... you only waited for a year" you gasp as his hot tip circles your aching little nub before going back to your entrance. "I waited for 12 years" he says in an unnaturally low grunt.

He slams his hips into yours in one powerful and shattering thrust which sends you right back to screaming again. His movements are fast and precise each time he sends his big cock smashing against your g-spot. The pleasurable feeling is unbearable.

"Baekhyun... Aaaahh..." you moan his name, as you get dangerously close to the edge again.

"Yes, moan for me Kitten" he says through greeted teeth. "Aren't I a lot better than last time?" he pants out.

You can't believe it but it's true. You didn't think it was possible but yes. He got incredibly better at fucking you to the point that you're ready to pledge your pussy to him for eternity. For him only. You'd do anything to be fucked like this every day until your body eventually gives out from exhaustion.

"Yesss.... Aaaaah... fuck" You shout closing your eyes under the pleasure. Your loud and unrestrained moans make Baekhyun smirk.

"You're mine" he growls continuing to fuck you deep and hard. "Fucking look at me I told you" He plants his nails at the side of your face, making you wince and also open your eyes. The red glow is brighter than ever. "Say that you're mine" he commands.

"I'm yours" you whine locking eyes with him as the clenching of your cunt warns Baekhyun of how close you are.

"Kitten, are you gonna cum again?" he chuckles eyes locked into yours, furiously pumping his abnormally large cock inside your now shapeless hole.

"I'm gonna make you mine Kitten. I'm gonna pump you full of cum. Do you want that Kitten?"

"Yes please" You beg in a short breath, your release getting dangerously close.

"Good girl" He grunts getting close to your ear, his rugged tongued licking the shell of it. "Now cum. Cum around my big cock while I fill you up to the brink with hot cum."

The low whispers are enough to rocket you over the edge. You scream in absolute bliss, twitching around his huge cock as you feel the hot sticky liquid rushing into you and overflowing out. Just like last time the quantity is insane, testifying of Baekhyun’s demonic nature.

When Baekhyun finally slips out of you, you feel your heat meekly clench around nothing, already missing Baekhyun's monstrous cock.

You are left completely dazed, lying on the bed, eyes still rolled back in your head, focusing on the fading sensation of your peak.

You don't even notice when Baekhyun stands by the bed and you also don't notice how, contrary to last time, cumming has not calm him down. The "thing" is still alive and lively. In other words... he's far from done with you.

"Kitten I'm gonna fuck your face now"

You don't have time to process the meaning of those words that you are pulled by your arm. Your body is lying across the bed while your head is resting upside down on the edge of the mattress.

"Open wide Kitten" Baekhyun's hot and wet tip brushes against your lips. Almost out of instinct you open your mouth.

Baekhyun presses himself inside your narrow mouth. The stretch is excruciating, the thing is too big. Way too big for your tiny mouth and you barely manage to take the head of his dick inside your crowded mouth. Baekhyun grunts loudly, indulging in the feeling of stretching your cute little mouth to his convenience.

"Fuckkkk... y/n"

When he reaches the back of your throat he starts to slowly pull out, taking his cock completely out. You cease the opportunity to take a deep breath. Good call! Because the next second, Baekhyun goes back inside you but with much less care. He places both of his hands on your cheeks gripping your face tightly to facilitate the penetration.

He has no mercy for your poor sore throat, his powerful thrust silencing you except for the wet and sloppy sounds that your mouth makes.

"How does your cum and mine taste Kitten?" he grunts again.

His voice sends shivers across your skin, your eyes roll back as your pained pried open jaw gradually goes numb. You want to scream yes but you can't. You want more, more of this intoxicating taste taking over your mouth and clouding your mind.

"Fuckkkk... Kitten... You're gonna make me cum" He whispers, his voice conveys the feeling of his high getting closer. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth baby. You want that Kitten?" You only produce a gargled moan but Baekhyun knows how eager you are to taste more of him.

He fucks your face a little more before whispering

"Such a good girl for me"

Only instants after you feel the stream shoot to the back of your throat, instantly filling your mouth. So many squirts crash on the inside of your cheeks and on your tongue, some even go through your nose. The bitter taste invades you and your entire body, making your head dizzy.

When Baekhyun pulls out you hurriedly swallow a big mouthful of thick and hot cum before drawing a sharp -and much needed- breath.

Baekhyun gently strokes your cheeks.

"You're such a good girl for me Kitten" he says before laying back on the bed. His back is settled against the headboard. And your eyes go wide with stupor when you notice that...Still... The monster has not... calmed down.

You feel exhausted and drained out by all the orgasms you failed to count. You can't even move a muscle... even if you tried.

But you don't have to because once again your body is enveloped by a red glowing light. With that you are lifted in the air. Baekhyun's magic spread your legs into an impressive split, suspended above him while he patiently waits for you with his hands behind his head.

Beads of sweat formed on his chest and rolled down his toned abs. Sweat also sticking his bangs to his forehead and his horns. He's absolutely gorgeous, he has the kind of looks that nobody would ever be able to turn down... and especially not you.

But he looks everything but tired.

Slowly his magic lowers you down. You gasp when his hot tip brushes against your drenched folds.

"I just need more of you Kitten. Can you handle me?"

You want to respond but already the steady descent as you stretched out around his girthy cock. Making you whimper as a response. Slowly but surely Baekhyun makes you go down, cunt perfectly angled with his huge dick. Each centimeter, each bead going inside you, feeling like agonizing pleasure.

When you are halfway through the red light around your body goes off and he drops you to take the rest of him in one go. And it’s too much for you. The way his cock smashes into your sensitive sweet spot while Baekhyun has his glowing red orbs fixed on the place your bodies meet sends you into the abyss again. This time the pleasure is so intense that not only your needy cunt absolutely crushes Baekhyun's cock with uncontrollable spams but also gushes of your juices come out of you in powerful streams, drenching Baekhyun's muscular torso. Baekhyun smirks as he clicks his tongue and shake his head.

"Kitten... You came again with the very first stroke" he says fainting disappointment, taking pleasure in seeing you struggling, shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolled back, jaw hanging open and toes curled up.

Then you feel yourself getting lifted again the red glow comes back around your figure. You whimper as you feel Baekhyun slide out of you. But right before the tip pops out, he smashes you back onto him. You arch your back as a delighted long string of moans escape your lips.

"Damn Kitten you're so tight" Baekhyun says through greeted teeth.

You can't even reply anything as he's already lifting you up with his magic. Each time he increases the pace until he has you jumping up and down his girthy length. The familiar knot tightens again.

"How good does my cock feel baby?" Baekhyun asks his red eyes fixed on you as he makes your boobs bounce.

"It's the best.... Baekhyun it's the best thing ever. I wanna be fucked like this every day" you answer in a delighted scream. It's visibly what Baekhyun wanted to hear as the evil twinkle in his eye intensifies.

"Yeah Kitten? You want that?" he grunts in the low voice you love so much, sending swarms of butterflies fly in your stomach. He goes faster again. The wet sounds of skin clashing bounce off the walls punctually interrupted by Baekhyun's grunts and your moans.

"I'm gonna c-" You want to announce but Baekhyun interrupts you.

"Not yet Kitten, this time you'll cum with me and when I tell you to" He makes you hover over his dick. Still, just above him. You squirm only wanting to be filled again.

"Say what you want Kitten"

"I want your cock Baekhyun" he raises in eyebrow. "Please" your pleads make Baekhyun smirk again.

"Yeah baby? Is that what you want?" he says as he slips the tip inside, the beaded shaft make you scream in bliss as Baekhyun slowly lowers you on his cock, legs spread wide, offering him the best view on your swollen and twitching cunt.

"Yes!!!" you scream while tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

But then Baekhyun's spade shaped tail swiftly wraps around your neck, the slick scales gliding on your skin send goosebumps in the nape of your neck. When the tail has made a full circle around your neck, Baekhyun suddenly tightens the grip.

"Then fucking take it" he smashes you onto his huge cock.

You open your mouth to scream but not a sound comes out. You are completely silenced. Only the wet and lewd sounds of your pussy can be heard as Baekhyun's tip touches the deepest part of you, forming a visible bulge inside your stomach. Tears of pure joy roll down your heated cheeks.

Baekhyun then goes back to his insane rhythm. Every time angling you just right to smash your sensitive spot. Gradually your mind goes blank as he fucks you furiously, your jaw hangs open and your eyes rolls back into their orbit.

"Look at me" Baekhyun whispers in his demonic low voice. Your eyes snap to him. "I'm gonna cum inside you" he continuous to whisper. You nod vigorously, cause you know it means he'll finally let you cum too. "With this one I'll make you mine. I'll impregnate you. I'll make your belly swell with my children" You nod again, streams of tears wetting your cheeks. The restriction of blood to your brain makes you see stars as the pleasure rises again to an unbearable level.

"Now cum. Cum for me Kitten" Baekhyun grunts.

You feel his cum flow into you, this last thing sends you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you ever felt, that's including the ones Baekhyun gave you in the past. This one is different. This one is too much. His big fat cock smashing into you, his drenched chest glistening, the dirty talk, the pet name, the commanding tone, the demonic voice, the tail around your neck, the thick and hot cum filling you up.

Your spread-out legs shake uncontrollably as Baekhyun leads you to completion. Just as you are on the verge of losing consciousness due to the air restriction but also the heavenly stimulation of your orgasm, Baekhyun loosens his tail around your narrow neck. A strangled scream escapes free of your sore throat as you are finally able to vocally express the immense pleasure you feel.

"Yes, that's it baby" Baekhyun purrs as he keeps you going up and down his length.

You cry out a long moan as your head is thrown back and your tongue hangs lose out of your mouth. Baekhyun slowly decreases the pace until it comes to a stop. He lifts you out one last time, as soon as his big member pops out of you, gallons of his cum flow out of you. Baekhyun lays you down gently next to him. Before linking his lips with yours and shoving his long and rugged tongue inside your mouth and you don't even notice the red glow marking you in the lower stomach region.

You lay there for you don't know how long, trying to gather your thoughts. You are completely drained, fucked beyond repair...

After a while Baekhyun stands back up.

"In three weeks, the children will be born" you difficulty open your eyes back to look at him. "I'll be back to take them... and you."

What?!?

"Wait... me? Also babies??? Plural?" so many questions shoot through your mind.

"Yes" Baekhyun says as he wipes himself with a piece of cloth he found. "I marked you as mine" It's only now that you notice the small drawing Baekhyun tattooed on you with his demonic magic. It's a language you can't comprehend.

"What is this?" you asked pointing to the tattoo.

"It means you are to be my wife". Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

"WHAT?" You yell, flabbergasted.

"Yes, you know what a succubus is right, female incubus? " you nod unable to speak one more word.

"Well, no succubus are born. Succubus are only made. They are human women chosen by incubus to become their wife and bring their heirs to the world."

You want to say something, but you only stutter nonsense.

"Over the next three weeks you will kiss your humanity goodbye. Horns will sprout out your forehead and you will grow a tail. Your magic energy will increase, and you will slowly be able to use different magic spells. In three weeks, I'll bring you to the magic realm where you will live with me. And serve me with your body..." Baekhyun marks a silence "and heart."

"But... you... I-" Baekhyun sits next to you on the bed and cups your cheeks to make your troubled eyes meet his.

"Wasn't that what you asked for?" He asked in the most honey toned voice, his darks orbs fixed into your unsure gaze. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip "Right Kitten?"

"Yes..." you whisper, hypnotized by his intense stare.

"Over the past year, your feelings for me bloomed, didn't they?" You felt blood rushing to your cheeks as Baekhyun's eyes were unwavering.

You didn't answer anything, but you didn't have to... Baekhyun knew exactly how to read you. Maybe because he felt the same way...

He got back up and with magic popped his clothes back on. Red smoke started to appear at his feet, gradually growing around him.

"I'll be back in three weeks... Wait for me Kitten, okay?" He said with that adorable boyish smile you haven't seen in a year, he winked at you before disappearing in the red smoke.

You rubbed your belly, where life had taken its domain. This time, you wouldn't have to try to go back to a normal life.

It was impossible anyway... and frankly you didn't want to.

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