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frost-queen · 9 months

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Family Business //part 6 (Reader!Winchester x Spencer Reid)

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Summary: Escaping by a hair, you are back on the run. This time things might be worse for you. Having a moment of peace, you all wonder what to do next, but not even a job notification can give you long peace. What would come out of it with a new one taking on a spot in the team? Read part 1 here! & part 2here! & part 3 & part 4 & part 5

Spencer held your hand tight, anticipating the moment. The sound sounded again as you pulled Spencer with you, taking a run for it. – “They’re running!” – Derek called out in the midst of the confusion. You pushed the glass doors open sprinting outside. Dean pressed the horn loud urging you to get a move on. Sam stood by the car, holding his phone up with some equipment. The sounds coming from his phone boosted. If you had the time you’d laugh at it. – “In the car!” – Dean ordered slamming his hand against the doorframe.

Sam unplugged his phone, tugging it in his pocket. You pushed Spencer forwards ordering him to go in a direction. He went around the car opening the front door. Dean blinked surprised at Spencer popping his head in sight. – “No!” – he called out not wanting him to ride shotgun. Spencer lifted his head up, looking over the roof. Out of the precinct ran his familiar team.

You had run over to Sam, grabbing him by his jacket. He opened the door as you pushed him inside. He stumbled on the backseat as you kept hitting his feet for him to make room for you. – “Reid don’t do this!” – Derek called out. – “Too bad.” – Spencer said jumping in the front seat despite Dean’s disliking.

“Sam move your big feet!” – you shouted as you were half in the car. Legs still on the ground. A gun shot got fired as it started you. It bounced off the roof above your head. Dean started the engine. – “Hang on.” – he called out hitting the gas. – “Sam!” – you yelled out as you almost got flung out of the car. Sam grabbed your arms, pulling you inside. Just as another bullet went your way.

One of the local officers was firing at you. Hotch pushed his arm down with a glare. – “Don’t shoot!” – he ordered loudly. You were able to shut the door still struggling to sit down properly while the car was moving. Dean’s eyes widened when he saw Derek stand in the distance. He had to spin the wheel rapidly to avoid him. The tires shrieked as you got flung to the side right onto Sam. Spencer was holding on tight to the dashboard fearing for his life. He never liked cars and the way Dean was racing made him panic.

Because of the quick maneuver, Dean had to spin the wheel back to avoid hitting another car parked. The car swung back as you got flung to the other side. Your head hitting the side of the car. Sam had held on tight so he couldn’t fall on you. Dean finally was able to get the car steady, racing off the parking lot. – “Everyone good?” – Dean asked checking his rearview mirror to look at Sam and you. Sam held his thumb out, out of breath to answer properly.

Spencer swallowed nervously adjusting his tie. – “Y/n you good?” – Dean asked needing a clear response from you. You touched your head, looking down at your fingers. Seeing specks of blood, you knew the knock on your head from the car had been hard. – “All good.” – you said hiding your hand. You wiped your fingers dry on your shirt hoping the wound wouldn’t be that clear to them. – “That was insane.” – Spencer said with a loud exhale. Agreeing you slapped Sam hard against his arm. – “Au!” – he called out startled. – “Who’s stupid idea was this?” – you asked loudly. – “You Dean?” – you blamed as he shook his head. – “It was your boyfriends stupid idea to just waltz into the station.”

You shot a glare at Spencer for being so reckless. He turned around in his seat to look at you. – “I couldn’t just leave you in there.” – he answered as you slapped him as well. – “Au! Sorry.” – Spencer outed rubbing his arm. – “And the stupid animal roars? Who’s stupid idea was that.” – you called out seeing that Sam held his finger up with shame. You wanted to slap him again, but slapped Dean’s arm instead. – “Hey! What was that for?” – Dean replied loud. – “For letting him do it!” – you answered. – “We got you out didn’t we?” – Dean spoke back. You exhaled deep letting yourself fall back in the backseat.

Touching your forehead you started to feel the headache from the bump come in. Your brothers and Spencer interpretated it as you wanting to be left alone. Dean kept driving wanting to be sure no one was following him. He knew the problem wasn’t gone but at least they got you back. That was all that mattered at the moment. To be reunited with family. Dean let go of the steering wheel with one hand wanting to search the glove compartment for something. – “Let me.” – Spencer suggested wanting to help out.

“I got it.” – Dean grunted out still struggling to open it. – “Just let me help.” – Spencer offered again as Dean gave up. – “Fine! The map.” – he said. Spencer searched for the map unfolding it. Dean glanced to the side trying to get a glance of the map. Sam came closer grabbing the back of Spencer’s seat. Moving his arm over it, he wanted to point at something on the map. – “We could go here. This route is long and calm. We could for sure stop on the way for some stuff.” – Sam spoke making Spencer move his shoulder out of the way. – “Sure what do you say Y/n?” – he asked turning his head to look at you.

You shrugged your shoulders. – “Anything that could give me some painkillers.” – you answered. – “Are you in pain?” – he asked as suddenly his eyes widened. – “Did they hurt you?” – he freaked out. – “No!” – you said loud. – “I just have a headache.” – you reassured him. Dean drove till the third small convenience store just to be certain. All four of you got out of the car. – “I’ll gas up.” – Dean said moving to the gas pump. – “Bring me some snack!” – he pointed at Sam who answered by gestured his hand up.

A little bell rang as you opened the door. – “You go get us some drinks.” – Sam said motioning to Spencer. Spencer nodded walking to the back of the store. You parted ways with Sam. Sam in search of snacks and supplies. You in search for some painkillers. You came into the pharmaceutical row. Searching the shelves, you came across some bandages. It made you stop hesitantly to grab them. Touching your forehead again, you felt the wetness under your hair.

Sighing loud, you took them. You then grabbed the painkillers just as Spencer rounded your row. Under his armpits he carried a few water bottles. – “Hey uhm… is this good enough?” – he asked for validation. You hummed soft seeing him sigh relieved. It was then that he noticed the bandages in your hand. – “Are you alright babe?” – he came closer grabbing you by the wrist. It was only then that he noticed the wettened darkness in your hair right by your hairline. – “You’re bleeding!” – he called out worried, tightening his grip around your wrist. – “It’s nothing.” – you reassured him. – “I bumped my head against the car, that’s all.” – you told him.

“Still! You should’ve told us.” – he spoke as another woman came in the row. The way she was looking at you made you feel uneasy. What if your face was already spread out on the tv. Warning people of the dangerous killer. You grabbed Spencer by the arm, pulling him with you out of the row. – “We’re leaving.” – you whispered to him, meeting up with Sam near the counter. You dropped the supplies on the counter, waiting impatiently as the cashier took his time to scan the items.

Behind him was a tv playing the news. They were speaking off political things, but how badly you didn’t want to see your face pop up. Spencer noticed how anxious you were, grabbing your hand. Sam paid as you grabbed almost all of it, leaving the store in a haste. Spencer smiled sheepishly at the cashier, taking the remaining things you forgot to gather in your arms. He left with Sam as they saw you hurry over to the car. – “What?” – Dean called out confused as you opened the trunk, throwing everything in. – “Car now!” – you said making him jump in action.

Spencer and Sam sped up getting in the backseat as you had taken the front seat. Dean started the car without questioning. On the main road he dared to ask what made you freak out. – “What happened?” – he asked glancing over to you. You exhaled deep, letting yourself slide down your seat. – “I have this feeling my face is going to appear on the tv.” – you told them. – “I felt like everyone in that store was looking suspicious at me.”

“They probably weren’t.” – Sam said moving a hand to your shoulder. – “In case you forgot I’m still wanted for murder. Perhaps even more now that you broke me out of the police station. It won’t take long before they start searching with choppers or so.” – you answered in a panic. Dean tapped your knee harshly. – “Hey! Snap out of it! They aren’t going to find you!” – he reassured you in a loud tone. His words didn’t ease your worries. – “We’ll camp in the woods for today.” – he offered in the hopes to ease you more. You slowly nodded, turning away to stare out of the window.

Dean drove off road heading into the woods imprisoning the main road. A road where he had passed barely any other car. He drove to an opener space between the trees. The four of you got out to take a breather. Dean decided to check on the guns. Sam went to have a look around to be certain the coast was clear. You were leaning against the hood, arms crossed. Spencer cleared his throat coming in sight, waving the bandages and painkillers in his hand. – “Did someone call for a nurse?” – he said in an attempt to make you smile.

You barely smiled as he approached. – “I… I uhm… I never got the chance to ask you about… you know.” – he started moving some hair aside. – “You mean my lock-up?” – you responded. He nodded taking some wipes to clean your wound. – “It… it… I don’t know.” – you sighed out trying not to focus on the stinging. – “They said I could get 30 years Spence.” – you told him. – “You aren’t getting 30 years Y/n. You didn’t kill anyone.” – he responded lowering his hands to grab a new wipe. – “I know that. You know that but they don’t.” – you explained with a sigh.

You turned your head to look away. Spencer breathed out soft, turning your head back by your chin. –“We’ll figure something out. I don’t care if I have to forge evidence or not, but you aren’t going to prison, Y/n.” – he told you making you smile faintly. – “So you’ll take 30 years for forgery.” – you teased giving him a soft nudge against his chest. Spencer smiled. – “Maybe they’ll let us spend 30 years together?” – he joked setting his hands on the hood around you. – “I doubt it.” – you scrunched your nose making him tap your nose.

He grabbed a bandage, covering up your wound with it. You took a deep breath, your mind caught in a thinking process. Spencer hummed loud to get your attention. Wanting you to share your thoughts with him. You exhaled deep. – “I…back there… I had this feeling that Hotch was believing me. That he could tell I was innocent. I can’t be certain, but it felt nice to be believed even if it was just a mirage.” – you outed making Spencer wrap his arms around you. – “He loves you; the teams loves you. Hotch will do anything in his power that you are unharmed.” – he answered. You grabbed your head, shaking it. – “I just feel like I am losing my mind.”

Spencer brought your hands down. – “You aren’t.” – he whispered cupping your cheeks. He kissed your lips tenderly as it warmed your heart for a moment. Sam and Dean returned to the car as the sun was lowering. The four of you got back in the car. Spencer and you in the back, Sam, and Dean in the front seats. All of you were munching on some snacks. – “So what do we do now?” – Spencer asked curious. Dean took a deep breath. – “I don’t know.” – he said. – “We don’t have many options.” – you told them.

“Either I leave the country, or I turn myself in.” – it was bittersweet but the harsh reality. – “You aren’t going to do any of those.” – Sam made clear. – “We’ll just… just…” – Spencer sighed. – “Those are worries for tomorrow. Let’s not think about that tonight.” – he continued. You snuggled up to him as best as you could in the car. Sam and Dean lowered themselves in their seat to lay better. Spencer kissed your forehead wrapping an arm around you.

Exhaling peacefully you closed your eyes to catch some sleep. Dean looked back to you with a saddened smile. How he wished you hadn’t been the target. He couldn’t sleep that much so he decided to get out of the car. He came sitting on the hood, watching the stars. He turned his head hearing a door shut. He huffed humored seeing Sam join him, offering beer. He accepted it as Sam joined him on the hood. – “What do we do?” – Dean questioned. Sam sighed deep. – “I’m not sure but we’ll figure something out.”

Spencer shot awake at the horn going off loud. – “Wake up sunshine!” – Dean teased as you woke up as well. – “What is it?” – Spencer asked rubbing his eyes. – “We’ve got work to do.” – Dean answered as Sam showed him something off his phone. It took Spencer a few moments to clearly see it and read it. You read along over his shoulder. – “Are you serious?” – Spencer questioned. – “Yep!” – Dean said. – “Isn’t that dangerous with Y/n. What if people are looking for her? I’m not putting her in more danger then before.” – he interfered as you hugged his arm, finding it sweet how caring he was.

“Hey, our job doesn’t stop. It’s around the clock no matter what.” – Dean spoke back with some arrogance as if Spencer wouldn’t understand. – “Relax we aren’t putting Y/n in any openness.” – Sam interrupted. – “That is why you are coming with us scholar boy.” – Dean mocked with a laugh. – “Me? Go hunting with… with you two?” – suddenly he felt shaky as you calmed him down by stroking his back. – “Y/n will stay in the car out of sight, and you’ll be an extra.” – Dean clarified. – “So… so what will you have me do?” – He was very curious about his task and if he was up to it.

“Nothing much you can leave the hardcore hunting to us. You’ll just have to run around and lure it to us.” – Dean couldn’t help himself but smile, checking on Spencer through the rearview mirror. – “So I’m just bait?” – he specified with a slight panic. – “That’s right Daphne so buckle up.” – Dean joked. – “But Daphne always get’s caught in Scooby Doo.” – Spencer called out. – “Then you better not get caught.” – Dean answered stepping on the gas.

Spencer swallowed nervously leaning back in his seat. – “It will be alright Spence.” – you said trying not to smile. Picturing Spencer’s first hunt seemed overly funny to you. Spencer quirked his eyebrow at you, trying to figure out if you were smiling at him or laughing about him. You quickly kissed him to stop overthinking it. Spencer sighed deep feeling a bit anxious about his first hunt of the supernatural.

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kimnjss · 3 years

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[ part two of a new series called: ‘giving new meaning to bts moments by adding yn’… (really bad name lmao) - feel free to request your own! ]

LOOKS SO REFRESHED.

friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar... it’s much harder. so while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party. // explicit. 3.4k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, fingering, yoongi has a lot of feelings... anal play, nipple play, biting, anal sex, this really turned out angstier than i intended lmao.

Yoongi is exiting the bathroom when you're entering his hotel room. Plush towel hanging low on his hips, dark hair appearing even darker from the water that drips from it. His lips stretch into a smile as he watches you make your way toward him. Amazed with how effortlessly beautiful you looked all the time.

A thin-strapped tank top covering your chest and stomach, stopping directly about your belly button. If he focused hard enough, he could see the tiny peaks of your nipples through the fabric. You've squeezed into a pair of bike shorts that do a great job n highlighting the gentle curve of your waist, the roundness of your hips.

He's nearly drooling over the sight of you as you make your way closer to his slim frame in the threshold, a soft hand landing on his bare chest. Yoongi reaches down to steady his palm on the small of your back while you lean into him, plush lips pressing against his.

“Hey, baby.” You're mumbling as you pull back, the tip of your finger tracing patterns over the skin of his peck.

His lips shift into a lazy smile, “Hi,” Voice sounding a bit dazed, drunk off the brief taste of your lips. A hand inching down toward the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a firm squeeze all while pulling your body tighter against his. “Are you gonna wear that out tonight?” Very unlikely he'd make it through an entire dinner with you beside him looking like that.

You're shaking your head, arms lifting to wrap around his neck. Chest paired against his. “Nope, I bought something when I went out with Jin,” He's nodding, barely taking in your words, his focus shifting to the push against his chest. And it becomes obvious with the way his lips curve into a dopey grin.

“I can feel your nipples through your shirt,” Yoongi says through a laugh, his hand reaching up to pinch it through the fabric. “Yoongi!” You say with a laugh, swatting his hand away from your body before wiggling out of his grip, crossing the room to flop down on the bed.

He's following behind you, fingers carding through his hair as one hand holds the edge of his towel up on his hips. “What else did you do today?” He asks while rummaging through his suitcase, picking out a pair of briefs that he slides on underneath his towel, letting it pool around his feet as he adjusts the band on his hips.

Yoongi nods along with the words you're saying as he pulls a hoodie from his luggage, shrugging it on before he's pulling a pair of dark jeans over his leg. “And then what happened?” He asks as he makes his way over to you, fists pinned on either side of your legs to lean down toward you.

The extremely hilarious story you were in the middle of telling him seems to become obsolete the moment you're being hit with the aroma of his cologne, pretty dark eyes boring into yours. His lips a pretty plush pink, looking enticingly soft. He must've noticed where your attention has gone, mouth shifting into a smirk. “Was that the end?” He laughs, brow arching as he urges you to continue.

“Mhm. That was it,” You're joining in on the laughter, hands lifting to rest on either side of his face. It's easy to pull him down toward you, mouth quickly molding with his.

He tastes heavily of mint, tongue pushing its way past your lips as he lifts his body onto the mattress. With a hand resting on your hip, he's laying your body back on the sheets. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers moving to knit in his damp hair. Kissing him was away so intoxicating, you could feel your head spinning even as he pulled back.

Smiling down at you with such adoration and appreciation in his eyes, Yoongi's lifting a hand to push the stray hairs out of your face before he's leaning in for another kiss. His hands slide down your waist, thumbs rubbing into your hip bones as he slots himself between your legs.

The sudden drag of his teeth on your lower lip has a moan emitting from the back of your throat, teeth clashing as the kiss grows sloppier, more desperate. He's reached around to palm at your ass, free hand trailing back up your body until he's able to grip the top of your tank top. With one swift movement, he's tugging it out of the way, heavy breasts spilling over the fabric.

“Fuck,” He grunts, mouth falling from yours to steal a peek at the newly exposed skin. His middle finger lifts, tongue quickly swiping over the digit before he's rubbing it into the hardening bud. Yoongi feels the way his jeans stiffen from the soft you're letting out, head tilted back slightly to expose the length of your neck.

And he's diving in without a second of hesitation, lips latching onto the clammy skin, tongue, and teeth determined to leave a mark. Soft whines fill the room, he's rolling your nipple between his knuckles, cock pressed firmly against your thigh. You can feel the pound of your heart between your legs and it comes with an unmistakable wave of arousal.

Teeth nipping from your jaw to your chest, stopping only to allow his mouth to take the place of his knuckles. His teeth gently tug at the skin, mouth shifting into a grin when you're whimpering at the feeling. Heat spreading throughout your body, thighs tightening around his torso – effectively pulling his body closer to yours. You wanted him. Like always.

He's pulling back after a moment, boob bouncing slightly as he releases it. Yoongi's body shifts above you, arms pinned on either side of your head so he's able to hold himself up. Taking a moment to admire the features of your face, the glint in your eyes. Love was a strong word, but it felt like the only logical way to describe how he was feeling now.

You're shooting him an odd look, nose scrunched slightly and brows furrowed. The palms of your hands fall from his hair, gliding down to rest over the sides of his neck. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You say through a laugh to hide your concern.

It was not at all like Yoongi to stop what he was doing (especially if it involved taking your clothes off) to just look. And the way he was looking at you. As if he was moments from professing his love, that was unlike Yoongi in so many ways.

An easy smile spreads across his lips, lowering his body so that he's holding up his weight on his elbows. You're still caged underneath him and you like it that way, accepting the kiss that he places on your lips. “I miss you,” He mumbles, not bothering to pull back from your mouth.

You missed him too. Just like you always did when he was swamped or too busy to call you up. Something that he always tried to make up for whenever he had the chance, but that didn't take away from the fact that you did miss him. You had to share him with the entire world and sometimes it felt a little unfair.

But, he was doing what he loved. And no matter how stressful and time-consuming it may be, he insisted that he was enjoying himself. So who were you to rain on that parade? Whining about missing him wouldn't change a thing. “I'm right here, silly.” Laughing it off and enjoying the smile that pushes on to his features.

“You are,” He agrees with a quick nod, leaning down to cover your mouth with his again.

A much slower kiss that screams what he did not say before. His fingers in your hair holding your face to his. Your arms reach to cross behind his neck, pulling him down until he's laying flat against you. Not an inch of space left. His tongue teases the opening of your lips until your jaw is falling slack allowing his tongue to twist with yours.

He loved you. And it was insane because he knew he wasn't supposed to. This wasn't what casual was, no feelings, just two people having a good time. He had broken every single rule he had set in order to spare your feelings. Didn't want to stick you with that feeling of longing that came with being with someone always on the go, but that's exactly what he did.

It's worse because he could end it, he knew that he should but he was so stupidly in love with you that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Hell, even his friends loved you! When the lines between just hooking up and falling in love started to blur, he had no idea. It came all at once, one night when you were too tired to do anything. So, you just sat around and talked, he listened to you laugh and then went on to do things to hear it again. Gone after that.

And there was no way back.

“Should we skip tonight?” He's already working his hoodie over his head before you can get your answer out. Which is, yes, of course. While you loved his friends, spending the night rolling around the sheets with him seemed a lot more appealing. He's reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand, typing out a quick message to Joon before he's setting it back down.

Not another moment is wasted as his hands curl into the waist of your shorts, tugging them off and tossing them out of the way. You're moving up toward the headboard, legs spreading wider for him. He's dropping down to lay on his stomach, arms looping around your thighs and easily setting them over his shoulders.

His eyes are zeroing on the wet patch staining your panties, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Making a mess already,” He's mumbling out before he's leaning down, tongue flattening over your slit through the fabric.

Lips latching on to where he suspects your clit to be, he's instantly filling the room with the loud suction of his lips. Fingers clutching his hair as his tongue pushes out to lap at your skin through your panties, the soft whines you're letting out going straight to his dick. “So sweet,” He groans as he pulls back, tongue jutting out to lick the bit of your juices from his lips.

“More,” You're breathless, a dull ache starting in the pit of your stomach and he's hardly done much. He's flashing his upper row of teeth as he chuckles, fingers hooking into the thin band of your underwear before he's dragging them down your legs. Placing a line of wet kisses into your inner thighs.

With the grip you've got in his hair, you're attempting to pull him toward your dripping pussy. Which earns you a firm bite into your skin, tongue swiping across the forming mark. The slight sting of pain mixes deliciously with pleasure his tongue brings, you can't help but moan. Fingers tightening in his hair.

“Be patient,” Despite his words, he's moving to press wet kisses along your slit. His hand lifts to lay flat on your thigh, keeping your legs from closing as he drags his tongue toward your clit. He's sucking it into his mouth, lips pursing as he slurps loudly. He's making a messy, spit dribbling from his tongue and sliding down your folds.

Urged by the sweet sounds that you make, your fingers tugging at his hair and hips rolling, effectively grinding your pussy on his tongue. Yoongi pulls back with a loud smack, eyes focused on the wetness dripping down toward your ass.

He grins. “What a pretty fucking pussy.” Making a show of licking your taste from his lips. “Should I fuck you with my tongue, baby?” Dark eyes lift to take in the look on your face. The flush of your cheeks, eyes hooded as you try to focus on him. His gaze drops to your fingers that work at twisting your nipples into a peak. Cock hardening at the sight.

There's a mischievous glint in his eyes and it makes your core tighten in anticipation. “Or...” Middle finger lifting and pushing past your walls without an ounce of hesitation. Slipping in to the knuckle, his eyes focused on you as he curls it up, mimicking the 'come here' motion.

“Both, both. Please, do both.” You were always so greedy when it came to him. He's obsessed with the way you whine but still pulls his finger from inside of you. “But then...” The digit is wet with your arousal and he uses it as a lubricant on your asshole, slowly pushing his way through. “What about this hole?”

He's pushing his way past the tight ring, a glob of spit falling from his lips and landing directly on the hole. “Yoongi, fuck.” You're gasping. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he leans forward, tongue pushing his way past your folds. Slowly, he's pushing past your entrance, finger loosening the grip around his finger.

You're letting out a soft gasp at the feeling of him pushing a second finger past your tightness. Holding his fingers firm against your ass, tongue fucking deep into you. Your feet slide against the sheets, wanton moans falling from your lip. Yoongi licks into you like a man starved, groaning against your core while pumping his fingers. Your feet drag over the sheets, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you.

The tip of his nose is smushed against your clit, nudging against it with every swipe of his tongue, applying just the right amount of stimulation to have the tingle growing in the pit of your stomach. Hips lifting as you're letting out a desperate cry of his name. Your orgasm is quick and it startles you, thighs shaking and back arching.

He feels the new tightness around his tongue, the gush of arousal that hits his taste buds. It has his cock twitching, moments from blowing his load despite the fact that he's hasn't even fucked you yet. Eating you out always had that effect on him, though. Enjoyed it so much he would be satisfied if that was all you wanted him to do.

Although, it never was. He can tell by the way you look at him when his head lifts from between your legs. Dark eyes taking in your fucked out expression as he sucks the taste of you off his lips. He looks so hot over you. Hair disheveled, your cum dripping from his lips and chin, nose glistening with your wetness.

“Fuck me,” You're whining, legs spreading in hopes of enticing him. He doesn't need much convincing, though, moving quickly to shove his jeans out of the way taking them along with his boxers. His body fits nicely between your legs, thighs pressed on either side of his hips.

He brushes the head of his cock against your over your entrance, and your legs lift to hook around his back. You're about to push him into you when he's being reminded of something. “Wait, wait.” The pout on your face makes him laugh. “You're ovulating,”

The fact that he has your menstrual cycle memorized teeters on the edge of endearing and terrifying. But you're too horny to think that deep into it, especially because you know he had given his last condom away to Hoseok the night before. “It'll be fine,” You say, but he's not the slightest bit convinced.

Birth control was never your forte and he was in no position to gamble with the whole pull-out method. “How about..” His hand wraps around his length, cock dragging from your pussy between your cheeks. Something you've only tried together once, but you've been eager to do it again. Just haven't said anything to him about it.

“Okay,” You're agreeing instantly, earning a surprise raise of the brow from Yoongi. He watches as you turn on to your knees, cheek pressed against the sheets. “Fuck. Stay just like that,” Sliding off the bed, he moves to rummage through his suitcase, plucking out a small tube of lube.

Your hands are stretched behind you, palms on either side of your cheeks to spread them slightly. He takes his time with making his way back over to you, taking in the way you look spread out and ready for him. God, he loved you so much.

The bed dips as he moves himself to kneel behind you, cock wet with lube which he spreads over your puckered hole. He takes his time pushing forward, watching the way his length disappears inside of you. Fists tightening in the sheets as a drawn-out moan leaves your lips.

You're squeezed around him much tighter than usual and it takes a few experimental thrusts before he's slipping into a comfortable pace. Hands gripping your hips as you push back into him, ass jiggling with each collide of skin. You're whining and hissing, breathy curses falling filling the air. He won't last long, had already been on the brink of it with his face between your legs.

“You're so fucking... tight, shit. I'm gonna cum,” Yoongi reaches around you, fingers dipping into your pussy. The palm of his hand presses against your clit as he pumps in and out of you. He's losing it the moment your walls are tightening around his fingers, hips pounding into you so hard your body is crashing down onto the mattress.

He's settling into a slow roll, allowing you to feel every inch of his cock as he drags it in and out. “Fuck,” He's groaning, stomach caving as cum spurts from the tip and filling you up. The first few hot strings of cum are what pushes you over, paired with the steady pound of the heel of his palm on your clit.

Your body shakes as you cum, hips rolling back into him. He fucks you shallowly through it, ignoring the sensitivity that vibrates through his cock. Instead, he focuses on the desperate whines, until your body is going limp beneath him. Heavy breaths shaking your back. He pulls back slowly, grinning at the way your hole squeezes around him as if protesting the emptiness.

“We have to do that more,” You're panting, feeling the trickle of cum that rolls down your thigh. His eyes follow it, nodding in agreement as he flops down on the mattress. The pounding in his heart is ten times worse than before and the way you curl up into his side doesn't help. An arm wrapped around his torso and cheek resting on his chest.

He watches the way your features soften, fingers tracing random lines into his side. Your soft breath hits his skin and your blinks start to slow. Fatigue washing over you and him too, but he can't seem to look away from you. Allowing his mind to wander to what it would be like if you were together and he could tell you all the things that were constantly bouncing around in his mind.

His hand lifts, fingers pushing a few stray hands of hair out of your face. He's two seconds from leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead when his name is being called loudly from the other side of the door, followed by a firm knock. It pulls you from whatever half-sleep that you were in, eyes squinting in the direction of the sound.

It's Hoseok. And from the use of his stage name, it's safe to assume they're probably filming too. He shushes you as he stands, finding his boxers in the mess of clothes. You watch sleepily as he makes his way to the door, cute butt poking out as he walks. The encounter is brief before he's sitting on the bed beside you.

He looks so cute, hair sticking up all over the place, cheeks flushed as he leans over the takeout, mixing it up before he's holding out a bite to you. You're leaning forward, allowing him to push the food into your mouth. Laughing along with him at the pieces that you miss. It's so comfortable. And nice.

You can't help but wonder what it would be like if everything wasn't this complicated. If you could just be together and talk to each other. Enjoy each other. If only it were that easy.

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bubblywriter0 · 3 years

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I’m your biggest fan! Bakugou x reader x Todoroki

Word count: 2.6k of filth

Warnings: non-con, smut, degradation, double-penetration

tagging: @twynity @tommy-braccoli

You were his secretary. Katsuki Bakugou, the hot-headed, incredibly stubborn, and undeniably handsome Ground Zero. Being the number three Hero's secretary had its perks, as well as its (rather exasperating) responsibilities. Which consisted of late nights, piles of paperwork, and plenty of arguments with the short-tempered Hero.

But you loved it.

You couldn't deny that it had you completely stressed most of the time, or that you were up till ungodly hours of the night more than once a week cleaning up his messes. But there was something charming about the snooty blonde, however hard it was to admit, and you could proudly say no one could match his outrageous temper the way you could.

Your manager could confirm this first hand, as she had been caught in the midst of one-two many yelling matches between the two of you and always silently thanked you afterward for being able to keep him in his place.

You held your own with the number three Hero, and though he would never admit it out loud, you were one of the very few people that could get him to see reason when his temper took over. You were a strong, independent woman. Which is why you never imagined yourself in this position, at least not in this way.

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Katsuki Bakugou was undeniably attractive. And an insatiable tease. He could (to your annoyance) read you easier than you anyone, and he had made your knees go weak too many times with his low-tone remarks or "accidental" intimate touches. But, you never gave in.

You never took action on the desires that bubbled right underneath the surface. Not when you were fuming, inches away from each other from some dumb, long forgotten argument, the tension so thick anyone who walked in would slam against it. You even humored the thought of going out on a date. Just two colleagues going out for a drink after work, if not only to scratch the itch of something more.

But the blunt hero never took the bait, couldn't seem to ask you out like a regular person. Instead, he had to drive you insane with teasing touches and suggestive remarks, that damn smirk and low voice carrying into your bedroom late at night when you were by yourself. Yet, being the responsible little secretary you were, you never gave in.

And then today, he finally seemed to snap.

It started in the middle of your meeting. Some bastard was going on and on about some dumb policies and Bakugou couldn't be less interested. He internally groaned as he checked his watch just to find that he would have to sit through twenty more agonizing minutes of this. Tch. If this shithead pulls out one more Venn diagram I'm gonna fucking lose it. He fought the urge to prop his feet up on the desk, instead letting his gaze lazily wander to you.

Aw. Look at you, such a good little secretary. His good little secretary, his brain added possessively. He chuckled quietly to himself, noting the way your pencil was tucked behind your ear, your brow scrunched in concentration as you scribbled down notes like a diligent student. He smirked as his eyes wandered down to see your pretty little skirt hiked up those cute thighs of yours. He licked his lips as he watched you bounce your foot gently, your thigh slightly jiggling from the movement. God, he just wanted to sink his teeth into you.

You barely caught the movement in the corner of your vision, too busy watching the presentation to pay attention to Bakugou -besides, you were more than used to him getting antsy during these long meetings. So it was safe to say you didn’t take note of the large hand making its way towards you.

You almost squealed when you felt the warm palm slide into your lap, your mouth dropping open in surprise. You practically burned up on the spot, immediately panicking and trying inconspicuously to pry it off. This only encouraged Bakugou, prompting him to squeeze the plump flesh, his thumb dragging slow, precise, and agonizing circles into your inner thigh as you squirmed, his teeth flashing as he grinned manically. He was going to enjoy this.

You couldn't focus on a word said after that, which was rather inconvenient considering you were supposed to be taking notes. The warm blush on your face hadn't left but your heart finally had slowed to a normal pace as the meeting came to an end.

You stood quickly and smiled at the men and women leaving, unsettlingly aware of the metal chair scraping away from the table and the flooding warmth as Bakugou shuffled across the room to stand next to you.

He grunted out less friendly goodbyes, echoing you lazily, and your eyes flew wide as you felt a hand sliding up the back of your thighs to your ass. You tried to swat his hand away but he caught your hand easily, pinning it against your back, clicking his tongue disapprovingly in your ear as he stepped up behind you. You let out a small whimper of protest and his grip on your wrist tightened painfully, pulling you with it so your back smacked against his chest, eliciting a surprised yelp from you.

He didn't even seem to care that the last man who was about to shake your hand flushed almost as bright as you, and you squirmed helplessly as Bakugou glowered over your shoulder at the hand that was still held out. The dumbstruck man didn’t move, Bakugou’s patience wearing thin as he bared his teeth and let out a low growl,

“Are you just gonna stand there shitty extra? You waiting for a damn show, wanna watch me fuck her real good or something?” Bakugou taunted cruelly, a hand wrapping around your neck as he leaned down to you. ‘Wadya’ say princess? You wouldn’t mind, would you? Bet your fuckin soaked right now, thinking about this shitty loser watching me bounce you on my cock, bet you’d like that, Hah” But all you could do was whine pathetically, trying to hide your red face, looking anywhere but at the flustered man.

“Oh?” His crimson eyes narrowed at the man who was still standing there. “So you do want a show? That’s fine with me, but let’s make sure that princess here is okay with it,” he grinned again as you were suddenly thrown forward, bent over, the blood rushing to your head as you felt rough hands traveling up the back of your thighs curiously. “Let’s take a little peek and see if I’m right, hm?”

But the poor man was already backing away, practically tripping over his feet and muttering apologies over his shoulder as he burst out of the conference room, his face bright with embarrassment and arousal judging from the obvious tent he was shielding in his pants as he made a bee-line for the bathroom.

As the clear door swung shut you were suddenly picked up from the waist, and it took a moment for your spinning head to adjust before you started kicking your legs out in an attempt to escape. “Tsk, such a fucking brat,” Bakugou growled as he swatted at your ass, a painful sting following as you let out a yelp.

“Stay fucking still slut.” You felt a tear drip down your cheek as you gave up your attempt to evade his grasp, your small body not standing a chance to the pounds of muscle you were up against.

Bakugou flopped your body onto the glass table, pulling your ass towards him and flipping up your skirt onto your back so he had access to your plump behind. His heated fingers traced the exposed skin and you bit back a groan as he ran a finger down your slit. Your body automatically shivered when he yanked your panties down, hiding your head in your hands as you felt cool air tickle your dripping folds. He was right. You were sopping.

“Aw, look at this,” you wined with embarrassment at his coos, his husky voice going straight to your exposed heat. “All wet and needy for me, huh baby?” You practically sobbed, your head nodding with shame. “Don’t worry pretty baby, I’ll take care of this mess” He pulled your legs apart and cooed again at the way your messy cunt dripped down all over the table, running a finger up your leg to collect some of your juices, popping the finger in his mouth and groaning at your taste.

“I’ll make it all better, yeah?,” he hummed, chuckling at your incoherent mumbles and sobs. He leaned forward so his hot breath fanned against your ear, smirking as he growled in a low voice, “I asked you a fucking question slut.” You gulped at his harsh tone. “You know how to use your words, right bitch?” You nodded violently, terror making your voice tremble stupidly as you tried to answer in between hiccups, “m’s-sorry, I c-can-” He clicked his tongue, cutting you off. “I-I I’m s-sorry,” he mimicked you, sneering at the way you trembled.

“Sluts who can’t follow simple orders don’t need to talk, do they?” You shook your head no shamefully, your cute little sobs and whimpers going straight to Katsuki’s already tight pants. “Good girl,” he cooed at your obedience, smirking as he undid his navy tie, pulling you towards him roughly. He reached around to your face and grabbed your jaw, his thumb prodding at your bottom lip. “Open,” he demanded, and you complied.

He smirked with satisfaction at how good you were being, how easily you were letting him handle you. Such a good little slut for him, he repeated the thought again as he coaxed the handmade gag all the way into your open mouth, drool seeping down onto your chin. “There.” He grinned at the image of you looking all fucked out, cunt all messy and oh so needy, throat stuffed full, with mascara running down those pretty cheeks. “Isn’t that better baby?” He rasped as he kneaded your hips, grinding his clothed cock slowly against your dripping sex. You whined around your gag as you squirmed, fresh tears running down your stained cheeks as your body begged for more, begged to be filled by something, anything.

Luckily for you Bakugou seemed to understand, fingers attacking your swollen clit as he humped against you lazily. “Need something pretty baby?” He laughed at your silence, but made quick work of unzipping his slacks as he pulled himself out of his pants, jerking himself once before spreading your cheeks. He groaned at the sight of his fat cock slipping between them as your needy cunt sucked him in, your body finally relaxing a bit as he slid inside you fully.

He gave you no time to adjust, pulling out halfway just to slam back in, making you squeal around your gag. You rocked yourself back and forth on the table, chasing your much needed release as Bakugou used you, pulling your hips back to try and fit more of him inside you, your eyes rolling back at how good he felt. He almost didn’t notice how close you were, focusing on the way your weeping cunt kept sucking him in, squeezing around him whenever he growled filthy obscenities into your ear.

But when you started babbling mindlessly around your gag, pushing back against him, he caught onto what you were doing, smirking at how quickly he’d reduced you to this. “Gonna come for me pretty baby? You gonna come around this fat cock?” You nodded, sobbing at how close you were. “Go ahead, make a mess slut,” he growled against your ear, teeth grazing your skin as his warm tongue slipped out and prodded at it. You shivered uncontrollably as your body convulsed, giving into the intense pleasure as you focused on the heat between your slick thighs combined with the way Katsuki’s mouth was working down your neck, your orgasm racking through your body in euphoric waves, your cunt squeezing around Bakugou's dick as you came.

You trembled as you slowly came down from your high, your sticky fluids sliding down your cheeks as Bakugou continued to pound into you. Everything felt so sensitive and suddenly the immense pleasure you were feeling mixed with something else and it was, “too m-much Katsuki, please s’too much,” but your cries were muffled and there was no way in hell he was letting you go now, grabbing your hips tighter as he thrust in and out of you, the lewd squelches from your dripping pussy making him feral.

“Aw, you can take it princess,” he grunted with a sick grin as you tried to crawl away from him, squirming hopelessly on the glass table. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re gonna stay here and take it all like a good girl, you hear me?” He slapped your ass hard, emphasizing his point while his hips drove forward to meet your messy hole, groaning at the way your cheeks tinted pink from the impact, spanking you again to hear to feel you squeeze around him even tighter. “You like that slut?” He sneered, “Of course you do.”

But you were too distracted by the flash of red and white that caught the corner of your vision.

You raised your head slowly, only to be met with the inquisitive gaze of- You gasped. Shouto Todoroki. The Shouto Todoroki, the number Two Pro Hero you’d watched on TV for years, fawned over, and now...

Bakugou could only assume your small gasp was from how good he was making you feel, and he smirked at this, driving his hips into you wilder with a new sense of inspiration and pride feeding to his unbelievably large ego. But how wrong he was.

Your breath caught in your throat as curious blue and grey orbs traveled along your form, his gaze cutting through the glass and heating your whole body up till you were almost positive it was on fire. You felt so exposed, so humiliated, and so utterly turned on.

His eyes slowly raised back to meet yours and you swallowed nervously. His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips and his mismatched orbs held yours with such intensity and curiosity, it was so..dominant.

And it was making your legs feel weak. It made you feel all hot and bothered as he watched the Ground Zero fucking into you without hesitation, shamelessly watching every move. And it didn’t take long for Bakugou to notice.

Bakugou was observant, and the sudden reactions your body was having to him was a pleasant surprise, but a little random, and it didn’t take long for him to realize your attention was focused outside the room, which annoyed him. “Oi, shit head whadya..” he trailed off as he caught sight of the red and white boy standing outside of the room, and he suddenly remembered he had a meeting with him scheduled for this afternoon, in this room.

He had half the mind too cover you up and go tell the icy-hot bastard off but, what was this? You certainly seemed to be enjoying the way the dual-colored Hero was watching you get fucked. Did this.. Get you off? A shit eating grin spread across Bakugou’s face at the realization, the wheels already turning in his head.

So his pretty little secretary wanted to act like a whore, huh? Then he’d treat her like one.

You hear Bakugou chuckle darkly, yanking your hips back to gain more leverage, sneering at the heat rising to your face. Lips brush against your ear and a raspy voice whispers, "Oh look, it's your favorite little hero, Shoto Todoroki. Wave to him, princess"

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Hope you enjoyed! Part 2 coming soon:)

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fandom-imagines · 3 years

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Escape Artists

Fandom: Halloween/Slashers

Pairing: Michael Myers X Reader

Warnings: Murder, mention of parental abuse, lightly-written smut (not too descriptive).

Words: 2.4k

He had seen her around the hospital numerous times. She was always sat surrounded by those weird beads that she made designs with, only to have to hand them to one of the nurses who always seemed glad to iron the pattern for her.

Despite having seen her and observed her, Michael had never actually interacted with the girl. Sure, she was interesting, seemingly too innocent to be sat in Smiths Groves, but he wouldn’t talk to her; he wouldn’t talk to anybody. This was how he lived. Day in, day out. Never talking to a soul and nobody willingly talking to him. That was how Michael liked it which is why he couldn’t help but be irritated by the person who was interrupting his mealtime.

“Hi,” in front of Michael stood the bead girl, nervously fiddling with her fingers. “I-I made this for you.” Before he knew it, Michaels hand now held a beaded blushing panda.

He was tempted to snap the poor thing in half, and he would have had he not felt a piece of paper stuck to the back with the crappy tape the sanitorium provides.

“Don’t look yet, look when you’re alone.” She said, leaving with a short nod.

He listened to her words, going to the bathroom, the one place he was allowed to be alone, to read whatever note was scribbled on the paper.

Do you want to escape with me, Michael?

Confusion overtook his mind, the creaking of the tiled walls being the only thing he could fully register.

Not only did she know his name, but she also wanted to escape with him?

Weirdo.

He simply shrugged it off.

“Morning, Y/N,” a kind nurse awoke the young girl from her peaceful slumber, something that was rare for her. “Here is your medicine.”

“Thank you, Nurse Green.”

Her small hands grasped the bottle of water they provided her each morning, spare hand now filled with the medication she took daily before gulping down all nine of them with one mouthful of water.

Yesterdays interaction with Michael still plagued her mind.

She knew what he had done to his sister, everybody did, but still he was the only person she somewhat trusted her. Not that she had ever actually spoke to him of course, even though she was exceptionally kind to all those on the ward. She simply hoped he had read the note.

Lunchtime came round quite quickly, Y/N refusing to part with her beads and Michael nowhere to be seen, something that wasn’t uncommon.

Her fingers picked out another green bead to add to her new creation, a soft smile gracing her lips as she fit the final bead into the pattern, creating an amazing leaf. She looked up with a smile on her face, ready to show the nurse only to be met with Michael face, head tilted to the side.

“Oh,” she spoke quietly, evidently shocked at the older boy’s presence. “Hi, Michael.” Her kindness didn’t falter however, the shocked look on her face quickly forming back into the smile she wore previously.

Michaels hand reached out to grab the box of beads, pulling it towards him along with a square pegboard. He quickly got to work making a pattern, something that was done in mere minutes, pushing it back towards Y/N before leaving, not sparing her a single glance as he went back to his room.

Confused, Y/N pulled the board towards her. On it was a perfectly designed tombstone, yet it was masked as a grey brick, something Michael knew the nurses wouldn’t pick up on, only someone that was looking or expecting it would. However, beneath the board was a small slip of paper, something that caused her Y/E/C orbs to widen, quickly yet carefully sliding the paper into the pocket of her knitted sweatshirt.

“He what?” Loomis’s voice was loud, booming throughout the office. “He interacted with another patient?”

The nurses were unable to tell whether he was scared or happy at this news.

Michael had never interacted with another patient before, never interacted with anyone at all so this was a big surprise to him.

“Leave this to me,”

Yes.

This one word was floating around Y/N’s mind for the entire night.

He wants to escape with her? Michael Myers wants to escape with her? It was something she could not refuse, so she got to writing.

Over the following months the two shared notes through the beads they would both make. Nobody had spotted this yet, the scheme too smart for the nurses and doctors alike at Smiths Grove. Loomis had been keeping a close eye on the pair, looking for something significant that he could use against Michael but there was nothing yet, nothing at all.

The girl was sat at her usual table, alone for once which was uncommon for her. She wouldn’t have been alone had she not told the usual people that she wished to be alone today.

She was waiting.

Waiting for Michael.

A small sense of glee filled her chest when she noticed him walk into the cafeteria, a small smile following suite. The smile only dropped when he ignored her presence, walking towards where he usually sat. He must have sensed her gaze, glancing up to catch her sight before glancing at the chair opposite him, a silent hint for her to come over which she gladly did.

“Hi,”

Michael didn’t give her a verbal response, something she was used to by now, he instead looked towards her hands that held her most recent pattern: a pink milk carton. She eagerly passed it to him, watching him closely for any sign of reaction as he observed it, the two unaware that somebody else was also watching him.

“I want you to cut all communication between Michael and Y/N,” Loomis seemed to have come up with a plan of his own. “We’ll see how he reacts to that.”

“Yes, Dr Loomis.”

Y/N sat at the desk in her room, spinning the board around the wood with her finger.

“Why am I stuck in here?” Her tone expressed how fed up she was of being confined her for the entire day. “I’m bored.”

“Why don’t you make something?”

“Why am I here?”

“A doctor wants to see you.”

“I’ve seen all the doctors. Which one?”

“Dr Loomis.”

Oh, so it worked, good to know.

A few hours later she was seated on her bed, legs crossed with her pigtails falling down to her knee.

“We’ve met before, Y/N. After you were first sent here.” Loomis did his best to be friendly, hiding the burning curiosity and urge to ask her everything he wanted in one go.

“Yes, Dr Loomis.” Her tone was friendly, also forced.

She was waiting. Waiting for-

An excruciating loud beep blared throughout the entire ward, signalling a door had been opened by one of the patients.

Loomis’s eyes widened, worried that it was Michael who had escaped. He didn’t even bother to say goodbye before rushing off, forgetting to lock the door on the way out, something the pair had planned.

Y/N had half expected their planned escape car to be gone by the time she had finished running to the door, Michael probably having using her to escape. Weirdly enough, he was sat there waiting for her, something that made her smile as she hopped into the car.

Their plan, something that had been in the works for an insane amount of time, had worked. Every part of it had gone how they had planned.

“Thank you,” Y/N’s voice was as soft as always, glancing at Michael whose eyes were focused on the road, seemingly dismissing her appreciation.

He wasn’t however. He was silently grateful for her. She had stuck by him, his quiet and rude self. She knew what he had done and had still accepted him, he could see it in her face. He assumed she was simply in for depression or something of the sort, uncaring as to why because all he cared about was leaving and finishing what he had started, but something about her drew him in and he began getting somewhat attached to the girl.

The pair drove for hours, having to stop by to get gas before pulling into an abandoned place far away from the main road so that nobody could find them.

“Do you want a drink?” Michael gave her a confused look as she sat on the car, hand stretched out to hand him a bottle. “It’s weird you know,” she continued speaking after he took the bottle from her hand and sat beside her, “I never thought I’d make it to adulthood.”

This further proved his point of her having depression.

“Not that I’m depressed or suicidal or anything. I just thought I’d die by now.” This simply confused Michael. If she wasn’t in there for depression, what was she in for?

The nights sky hung over the pair, stars being one of the only things lighting the place, supported by the car’s lights.

Y/N seemed to sense his confusion.

“Oh, you don’t know what I’m in for? Well, was in for.” Michael simply shook his head.

“I killed someone. My dad. He used to hurt me, physically, mentally, emotionally and a few other things. My mother just watched it all happen, so I tried to kill her as well but she got away and I was dragged there.”

Michael nodded as to show that he understood.

“It’s weird. When I was younger, I always thought I’d be a popular eighteen-year-old with a boyfriend, a lot of friends and all that stuff. I never thought I’d be here,” her gaze fell on Michael, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if I am a virgin.” Y/N made sure to finish her sentence off with a joke, hoping to ease the tension she felt whilst expressing her emotions whilst continuing to stare up at the sky, oblivious to the thoughts running through Michaels head, his face not showing any signs either.

Y/N jumped at the cold sensation of Michaels hand touching her bare thigh, goosebumps rising beneath her dress. “Michael?” She turned to face the unmasked man, only to be pushed to lean against the back of the car with attempted gentleness. “Michael?” She repeated, growing even more confused as he lifted himself over her, able to feel her heart pound.

She didn’t fear him, she had never feared him; he’d never given her a reason. Sure he could be rude towards her, but never fear-inducing, never to her.

“Michael?”

Her words were silenced as Michaels body crawled onto her own, his chest pressed against hers, both hearts racing, despite Michael’s calm composure and Y/N’s confused look. Her eyes widened as she felt Michaels lips against her neck, roughly sucking with such force that she knew it would leave a mark.

A soft moan left her lips when Michael’s hand wandered down to her chest, lightly toying with her nipples before grabbing her breast, massaging it as he did so. The moans that left her lips simply increased Michael’s urges, his desires; he wanted her, and it seemed like she wanted him too.

“Michael-“she murmured, fingers looping themselves in the strands of his hair as he nipped at her skin.

Her free hand ran down his front, searching for his clothed erection which she soon founds, enjoying the breathy moan that Michael made as she slid her hand into his pants. It was quiet, but not quiet enough. Michael’s own hand reached into her own panties, finger soaking up the wetness that had formed at his touch, something that almost made him smirk.

Another moan fell from Y/N’s lips as Michael’s fingers began to explore, the tightness she felt was almost too tight, yet Michael was surprisingly gentle considering who he was. This time Michael couldn’t resist his smirk, being thankful for the fact that his face was buried into the crook of her neck, marking her as his and his only.

Her grip on his hair tightened as he slipped another finger inside of her, giving her a moment to adjust before slowly moving. It wasn’t long before pleasure began to consume her, grip tightening on his hair further as she neared her end.

“M-Michael,” she moaned. “I want you,”

He seemed happy to comply, fingers leaving her heat to unclothe his member. He waited for a moment, searching Y/N’s eyes for any sort of hesitation before sliding in, giving her time to adjust.

“I’m ready, you can move.”

His movements were slow to begin with, giving it his best attempt at not hurting her, something that was incredibly hard for his rough self, but self-restraint can be a magical thing. It wasn’t until the word ‘more’ left her lips that he finally increased his movements.

The cold of the cars metal caused shivers to run down Y/N’s spine, made worse by Michael’s cold hands running across her, now bare, body as moans filled the air.

“I-I’m close,”

Her words only increased his movements more, desperate to reach both their ends. Michael’s hand moved down to her clit, harshly rubbing in hopes that in would held her meet her own release, which it did and she came with one final moan, her sudden tightness triggering Michael’s own orgasm as he came inside of her, their juices mixing together.

Cheeks flushed, both Y/N and Michael wordlessly laid against the car’s windscreen. Deciding to test the waters, Y/N leant herself against Michael’s shoulder, silently pleased when he showed no sign of rejection.

He was surprisingly warm, heating up her cold body in the cool night’s air; she never expected him to be so warm. She lightly wrapped her hand around his upper arm, snuggling herself into his shoulder before falling asleep.

Michael stared at the sleeping girl, confused and shocked at how she had so much trust in him, despite what he had done. It was oddly reassuring to him. Once certain she was asleep, he raised his hand to move a stray strand of hair from her face before falling asleep himself.

“Goodnight, Y/N,”

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smallesttits · 3 years

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°Recreation°

This is one of my stories from wattpad, felt like adding it on here. My wattpad is in my bio, ZONT STEAL MY SHIT IM BEGGING YOU LMAO ILL COME FOR YOU.

Warnings: publicish sex, and idk find out :)

"Y/n, I'm done! Ok- I'm done. Your attitude is so bad and I can't handle it anymore. I can't do- us anymore." Gavin [random kid I made up dw] yelled at me in front of the croud of people we were packed in.

It was just past 1 AM and gavin was pissed off that I finally met Vinnie Hacker. It was such a cool experience, he was so nice and cute and flirty. I knew I was hitting on him, but I didnt know he'd hit on me back!

"Gavin, I dont care. If we are done, then we are done," I snorted out, catching vinnie's eyes from across the room.

He looked breath taking as always, and his curly blonde hair was slightly middle parted from what looked like it was from stress. When our eyes met, he seemed to relax visibly.

Gavin started to argue again but I pushed my way past him, and into a bigger crowd.

The music was blasting and I'd lost sight of vinnie, gavin and I were fresh ex's, and I was in the middle of a crowded living room, with people going insane when the music started up again.

"SOMEBODY HIT THE LIGHTS-" I voice from my right screamed in my ear, and the lights immediately went out. I froze, but led strip lights and more spinning lights lit the room quickly. The crowd when crazy, even picking up people and spinning them around, pushing and shoving, bouncing and dancing, and way too much PDA.

I nodded along with the music a bit, smiling and waving slightly as I moved around the room. Arms suddenly wrapped around me with a grunt, and I was lifted off the ground into the air. Multiple other hands supported me, while I looked down to see who was the culprit of this act.

The one and only.

Vinnie Hacker.

I combed my fingers through his hair and laughed when he looked up at me smiling. Sitting in his shoulders, other people supporting me so I didnt fall, and vinnie and i's attention only on the beauty of one another.

The party not slowing a fraction, and people getting even more hype, the ringing from the speakers started to bother me..I pulled a bit on vinnie's hair, getting his full attention in about 2 seconds.

"You ok up there?" He asked, tightening his grip on my thighs that were wrapped around his shoulders and neck. The urge to choke him out was in the back of my head. I shook that thought away quickly.

Mostly.

"Its really loud and crowded in here, wanna go out?" I leaned down and whispered closely into his soft ear.

The smallest flush bloomed across his cheeks and he nodded quick, making our way out of the house.

Before we got out the door, his hands on my thighs disappeared, roaming up to my waist. I gasped, and relaxed when he gripped the sides, and slowly pulled me back down to the ground.

I pulled his hand and we finally exited the house, giggling when I saw an empty pool with blue lights on the sides and bottom.

"You really wanna go swimming y/n?" He asked, and chuckled when I began to lift my hair into a ponytail.

"Yep." I asked simply, peeling off my shirt and showing off my black bra.

I threw my shirt behind me, turning back to vinnie. He shifted and his eyes left mine for a split second, returning quickly.

I laughed out loud, continuing to strip out of my clothes until I was only in a small thong and my iconic black bra.

I turned back around to vinnie again, who was now just as naked as me. minus his man titties.

Laughing at and with each other, I skipped over to him and he grabbed me into his arms. My legs wrapped around his and we made eye contact. But if felt..

Different.

Suffocating sexual tension.

Before I could think, talk or even move, I was dropped into the pool bu him. Submerged in water, I quickly popped my head back up and out of the water. Vinnie was literally crying laughing at me. My hair tie floated away while I glared at vinnie, leaving my hair wet and slick down my back.

"Fuck you vinnie," I grumbled and wiped my eyes, getting the water out of them. He quickly sat down and slid into the cool water with me, swimming a little.

When his head popped back up again he frowned, and I continued to glare at him.

"People are starting to come out y/n, you ok with that? Or do you wanna go to like a room and we can get dried off and.." he trailed off and I walked slowly over to him, pretty much ignoring the enitre 'people coming out of the house' situation that could get us fucked.

His arms wrapped around my waist once again, and I placed mine around his neck. Lifting me slighty, I wrapped my legs around him again. His right hand slide down and grabbed my ass, making me gasp and push my face into his neck out of sheer embarrassment.

"Hey hey, look at me." He mumbled, and when I didnt budge, his left hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me back to face him.

"Y/n. I said look at me." He said as his eyes narrowed. I moved my face slightly closer to his, my lips propped open and a little drop of pool water on my bottom lip.

Speechless, I continued to stare into his... beautiful eyes. I glanced at his perfect features, and squeezed my legs around his waist.

I started to say something, but his lips mashed my words back down my throat as he pushed his face into mine.

I gasped and his warm tongue slid into my mouth forcefully. His grip on the back of my neck tightened, and I moaned at his roughness.

Pulling away after a minute, he looked at me, making me return the favor by forcing my head to sit straight and look at him.

Our faces only centimeters apart.

"Are you sure you want to do this y/n? People might-" he whispered, but I didnt let him finish as I shoved myself back at him. He took my actions as a yes, and his hand that wasnt on the back of my neck slid down to my thong. Pushing it to the side, he opened my folds and I felt water flow through them. My mouth gaped open, as his finger flicked and poked at my entrance.

"You like that? Hm? You like when I finger you in the pool where everyone can see? Dirty little girl arent you.." he hummed and licked up my neck. I went to respond, just as his finger dipped inside of me. I jerked forward in his arm, moaning quietly.

Pushing his finger in and out of me, I fought to keep my moans under control as he refused to slow his pace even the slightest. Slamming them harder, I let out a soft and louder moan I couldnt take back, and pushed my face into his neck quickly.

People had began to come outside, not paying attention to us thankfully.

"Moan in my ear baby. Let me hear those beautiful sounds..." he says, his hand under my ass coming up to grab my neck and pull me back to face him again.

I nod quickly, and his hand goes back down, as I feel my release arriving.

"Oh fuck, vin- please-" I moan quietly into his ear, and he rips my orgasm away quickly. I cry out lowly, my temper starting to rise.

"Shh. Be a good girl ok?" He hushes me, slapping my ass cheek quickly and I grunt.

"You ready?" He questions quickly, checking around to see if anyones noticed yet. I nod and check too, seekng the coast is clear.

Without any type of ease or slowness, vinnie quickly slammed himself up into me, making me spasm and scream out.

My eyes widened as he didnt stop, fastening his pace. People yelling and some laughing, crying- pretty much every emotion possible surrounded the pool, and my cheeks heated up. The door left wide open, music blasting outside now.

All I could do was enjoy the pleasure of vinnie inside of me while everyone watched.

Giving in quicking and ignoring the distractions, I moaned quietly as I watched the water move around our bodies.

Connecting our lips, his hand came up and fisted my hair, while the other helped me bounce up and down on his cock. The pool water slowing us from a faster pace, I still enjoyed every. Thrust.

Vinnie's moans began to pour into my mouth, and I swallowed one by one, providing the same for him.

"Oh fuck, vin.." I mumbled against his lips, and he smiled. Gripping my hair roughly again and pushing my face down on his harder, he knocked my g-spot effortlessly.

My head fell back in ecstasy, moaning breathlessly into the air, as I released hard around him. He groaned out and licked the top of my boob before sucking dark spots into my skin.

Enjoying the feeling, it suprised me when his warm cum finally filled me up.

"Mhm.. vin-" I started to moan and chuckle out, but getting interrupted by a loud crashing noise.

Protectively, vinnie's arms wrapped around my waist and head, to keep from from harm.

I flushed into him, until I heard the drunk, pissed and horrified screaming rant of Gavin.

"Y/N? WHAT THE FUCK? I- *hiccup* THOUGHT WE WOULD WORK T-THINGS OUT B-BAB- *hiccup* BABY!" he slurred and hiccuped out, tripping over air and around people to get to the front of the crowd I wasnt fully aware that was watching us.

Free porn for them I guess.

"Suck my dick." I moaned out to him, and pushing my face back down to vinnie's.

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buckybarnesdollface · 3 years

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Summary: Just some shameless Bucky on a motorbike smut. Probably one of my favourite things I've written. Posting it on my birthday because why not.

Warnings: SHAMELESS SMUT, Bucky on a motorbike, female reader

“Tony has a ridiculous amount of cars, does he realize that?” I grumbled as Natasha parked the Range Rover. She chuckled.

“Don’t tell him that – He’ll give you a lecture about why each and every one of them is special and important to him.”

I snorted as we made our way through the underground garage at the compound. We had just returned from gathering intel in the city, and as we passed the rows of Aston Martins, Lamborghinis, Ferraris and other ridiculously pricey vehicles I shook my head. My eyes landed on a sleek, black Honda CBR600RR, though, and I stopped.

“Now this,” I murmured, “I like.” I looked up at Natasha. “Whose bike is this?”

“That’s Barnes’,” she replied, but before I could get a closer look, she grabbed my wrist and shook her head. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. He won’t let anyone touch that bike – Sometimes I think he cares about it even more than he does Steve.”

I arched a brow. “Is that so?”

“Yes. Seriously, he’s really weird about that bike –”

“We’ll see about that,” I said, and then I was heading to the elevator, Natasha following and spouting warnings at me that I ignored. We found Bucky in the kitchen, looking like he’d just come from the gym as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He looked up as we came in.

“That’s quite the bike you’ve got down there, Barnes,” I said casually. The corners of his lips quirked up, and his eyes sparkled.

“You like that, huh?” he murmured, and I nodded, letting my eyes drop so I was looking up at him through my eyelashes.

“I do,” I admitted, and then a slow smirk spread over my face. “I’ve always been a sucker for a sleek motorbike. There’s nothing better than the feel of all that power between your legs.”

Behind me, I could hear Natasha cough to cover the fact that she’d just choked on the air she’d inhaled. Bucky’s blue eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He cocked his head to the side, grinning.

“I’ll tell you what, doll,” he murmured, coming forward until his body had not-so-subtly caged me between him and the island. “How about sometime I show you the bike? If you’re lucky, I might even let you take it for a spin.”

“I’d love that,” I purred. He smirked, winking before he slipped out of the kitchen. Once he was gone, I turned to Natasha with one eyebrow arched smugly. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“You are shameless,” she grumbled, but my grin only grew wider.

So that’s how, a few days later, I ended up in the parking garage with Bucky. He ran his flesh hand fondly over the body of the bike, a grin on his face.

“She’s a beauty,” I admitted, admiring the shiny black frame. “Can I…?”

“Go ahead, touch it,” Bucky urged, eyes glittering. I shot him a wry look before running my fingertips delicately over the sleek frame. I circled the bike, examining it, impressed with its pristine shape despite the situations I was sure Bucky’d had it in. I said this aloud, and he grinned. “I take real good care of it,” he admitted. “I’m always buffing out scratches and keeping the paint touched up and polishing it.” His grin was wolfish. “I like to take good care of anything that belongs to me. You treat them well, they treat you well.”

I felt my lips quirk up as my hand slid across the smooth leather seat. Bucky and I had been playing this game for months now, flirting and feeding the sexual tension between us, but we’d never actually done anything about it. It was driving everyone on the team insane, and I knew for a fact some of them had a pool going on when Bucky and I would actually hook up. That alone was enough to have me holding out as long as I could.

“How’s it handle?” I asked. Bucky smirked.

“Extremely well.”

“Even the curves?”

“Especially the curves, doll,” he purred, and I felt my stomach do a flip. I looked up to meet his eyes.

“How’s it sound?” I asked him, and he inclined his head.

“Start it up and see for yourself.”

Biting my lip, I flipped the kill switch and turned the key, and then held down the start button. The bike rumbled to life, and I grinned delightedly. I looked over at Bucky, and he gave me a quick nod, lips quirking. I threw my right leg over the bike to straddle it, impressed with how comfortable the seat was.

“Go ahead and give the throttle a little twist, doll,” he encouraged, and my hands found the handlebars. My right hand twisted the grip towards me just the slightest bit and the engine roared, bike rumbling beneath me and sending vibrations through my body. I hummed appreciatively.

“How’s that feel?” Bucky murmured.

“Amazing,” I breathed. “How do I look?”

Bucky’s eyes raked over me, muscle in his jaw twitching as his arms folded across his broad chest. “Better than should be legal,” he admitted, voice low. “Christ, doll, you look like a teenage boy’s wet dream right now.”

I smirked. “Does that mean you’ll let me ride the bike?” I asked coyly, and Bucky chuckled.

“I did promise you could take it for a spin, didn’t I?” he sighed, and I nodded.

“You did. No take-backs.”

With a grin, Bucky slid onto the seat behind me, hands on my waist as he leaned in so that his mouth was at my ear. His breath was hot as he spoke. “I’ll let you take it for a quick ride,” he breathed, “but when I say, we switch. There’s somewhere I wanna take you.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Where?”

“It’s a surprise.” His teeth nipped playfully at my earlobe, and I shivered. I nodded in agreement, and then kicked up the kickstand and put the bike in gear, slowly releasing the clutch and twisting the throttle. I couldn’t keep the grin from my face as we drove the bike out of the compound and out onto the open road.

It was exhilarating, the feel of the warm summer New York air whipping around us as we sped down the two-lane road leading away from the compound. I could feel Bucky, warm and solid behind me, his hands firm on my waist. We drove for ten minutes, but then his flesh hand squeezed my side, signalling it was time to switch. Sighing, I reluctantly pulled onto the shoulder of the road and moved so Bucky could mount the bike.

I stood back for a minute, biting my lip, and Bucky looked up at me with a dark eyebrow cocked.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Admiring the view,” I replied truthfully. The way his thick thighs hugged the frame of the bike was damn near sinful. Bucky chuckled and shook his head.

“Get over here,” he said, and I grinned before climbing onto the bike behind him and winding my arms around his waist. “Hold on tight, doll,” he ordered. “I like to go fast.”

He wasn’t kidding, either; we flew down the road until the trees we passed were just a green blur. He took the curves with a finesse I only wished I had, and I could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten and contract every time he leaned his body with the bike.

After about twenty minutes we pulled onto a smaller side road, and then another five minutes had us pulling up to a pristine little lake. Bucky stopped the bike, shutting it off and putting down the kickstand. I slid off the bike and looked around in awe.

“This place is beautiful,” I breathed. “How did you know it was here?”

Bucky shrugged. “I found it one day on a drive. I come here sometimes, to get away.”

I nodded, taking it all in. It was breathtaking, like a little slice of paradise. I could understand why he would come here to get away.

Things were silent for a few moments, both of us just enjoying the view and the late summer sunshine. I climbed back onto the bike, where the sun had warmed the leather and black frame. Bucky looked up and cocked an eyebrow.

“You just can’t stay off that thing, can you?” he taunted, and I shrugged.

“It’s warm from the sun. It’s nice.”

“You’re like a damn cat,” Bucky chuckled, and I hummed in response. I closed my eyes, hands braced on the seat behind me as I leaned back, head tilted towards the warmth from the sun’s rays. Bucky was uncharacteristically quiet, and I peeked over at him out of the corner of my eye to see that he had his phone raised. My brow furrowed.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered shamelessly. “The opportunity was too perfect not to. I’d be crazy not to capture my two best girls in front of such a beautiful backdrop.”

My heart did a flip in my chest, and I sat up straighter. “Best girls?” I asked, and Bucky shrugged. I shook my head. “Last time I checked, Barnes, I wasn’t your girl.”

“Aren’t you, though?” he murmured, coming to stand next to the bike. “I mean, the rest of the team already pretty much assumes you are.” The fingertips of his flesh hand traced along the subframe of the bike, dangerously close to the inside of my thigh, and I held my breath. “Plus, I wouldn’t have let anyone else ride this thing, and you know it.” He leaned in close, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Besides,” he whispered, “you know I’d break the jaw of any guy that even looked at you the wrong way, the same way I know you’d tear a strip off any girl that set her sights on me.”

My breath hitched, and my tongue swept over my lips. “Bucky…” I whispered, and his grin was lazy as his flesh hand trailed down my leg over my jeans.

“Tell me you’re my girl,” he murmured. “You know it’s true. I wanna hear you say it.”

I bit my lip. Of course I knew it was true; I’d been his for months, whether the words had been spoken or not. But I was scared to say it, to put an end to this game and make it reality. The flirting and teasing were harmless, but to admit I was his girl felt like an admission that was too dangerous to commit to.

I thought back to what he’d said earlier. “I like to take good care of anything that belongs to me.” It had been meant as an innuendo, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I really had been his girl this whole time. All the late nights at the gym when we couldn’t sleep, the early breakfasts afterwards, the secret smiles, the way he always gravitated towards me during missions…

I swallowed hard, lifting my eyes to his. “I’m your girl,” I said softly, and the grin that overtook Bucky’s face was like a kid at Christmas. He cupped my face gently, thumb tugging at my bottom lip.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to tell me what you want.”

“For you to say you’re just as much mine as I am yours,” I said boldly, and Bucky’s eyes sparkled.

“You know I’m yours, doll,” he chuckled. I smirked.

“Does that mean the bike is mine, too, by default?”

Something dark flashed through Bucky’s eyes as a wicked grin slowly lifted his lips. “Not how it works and you know it.” His metal hand reached out to start the bike, flesh hand tucking a loose curl behind my ear. The bike hummed beneath me. “But,” he continued, “I do like how damn good you look on it, and I know you said you liked the feel of all that power between your legs. So I think you’re really gonna like this.”

Bucky’s vibranium hand twisted the throttle, and the bike roared. I don’t know if it was because Bucky already had me strung out, but the feel of the engine revving underneath me had waves of pleasure jolting through me. I fell forward, hands on the fuel tank to brace myself, as my eyes drifted shut. Bucky twisted the throttle again, this time a little harder, and a whimper fell from my lips as the bike vibrated beneath me.

“Look at you,” Bucky marvelled, voice hoarse. “How’s it feel, having all that power between your legs, doll?”

I forced my eyes open and over at him. “Feels pretty damn good,” I admitted, “but I can think of something that would feel a hell of a lot better between my legs.”

Bucky’s jaw went slack, and then he was shutting off the bike and lifting my right leg to pull it across the seat so both legs hung off the left side of the bike and he could fit between them. Vibranium hand on my thigh, his flesh hand reached around the back of my neck to pull my lips to his.

The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongues and noses bumping against each other. My hands clutched at Bucky’s arms, and when his lips left mine to trail down my jaw and nip teasingly at the skin at my pulse point, I trembled.

“Bucky…” I whined, and he pulled back to look at me with hooded eyes.

“I got you,” he murmured, and then his hands were deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, tugging them and my lace underwear from my hips and peeling them off my legs. He hooked my right leg over the handlebar of the bike, and then his lips captured mine in another searing kiss, his flesh hand slipping between us to explore my folds. I groaned into the kiss, and I felt Bucky grin against my lips.

“So wet already, sweetheart,” he breathed. “This what you had in mind when you said you could think of something better?”

“Not exactly,” I huffed, biting my lip as Bucky’s fingertips pressed against my clit. He smirked, and then he was kneeling in front of me, hands on my thighs to hold me open to him.

“How about now?” he murmured, before diving in and licking a stripe up my folds, from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, hands flying to his head to tangle in his hair. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked as the tip of his tongue danced around the bundle of nerves, and already I was so close to falling off the edge, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving.

“Buck…” I panted, nails scraping against his scalp. He grunted, and I tugged harder at his hair, losing patience. “Barnes.”

His eyes flicked up, and I lost my breath; his pupils were blown, tongue still delved into my folds as he regarded me from between my thighs. It was the most sinful thing I’d ever seen, and it sent a fresh flood of heat straight to my core.

“Come here,” I whispered, and in an instant he was up and kissing me. I could taste myself on his tongue as he swiped it across my own tongue, and when my hands started undoing his belt buckle, he growled.

“Turn around,” he demanded, “and lean against the bike.”

I did as he said without question, hopping off the leather seat and turning to bend my body over it, wiggling my ass playfully. Bucky delivered a sharp smack to the flesh and I shrieked, another wave of heat flooding my core. I could hear him unzipping his jeans, and then his knee was sliding between my thighs to spread them further. He slapped my ass again, immediately soothing the stinging flesh by massaging it. I could practically feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

“Is this what you wanted, doll?” he asked, sliding the tip of his cock through my soaked folds. I moaned, hands clutching the seat below me. “You said you liked powerful things between your legs. Let’s see how you handle this.”

With one forceful thrust he was sheathed inside me. I gasped as he stretched and filled me in a way I never had been before, and he let out a quiet hiss between gritted teeth as my walls clenched around him. He only gave me a moment to adjust before he was pulling out just to force himself back in. It didn’t take long before he’d set an unforgiving pace, driving into me until the air was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh. The grip he had on my hips was bruising, sure to leave marks, but it only added to the pleasure I was feeling; I knew he’d mark me all over if I let him, claiming me as his for everyone to know. His possessiveness should have bothered me, but it only made me want him more.

Bucky’s thrusts started getting sloppier and he fell forward, chest pressed to my back as his flesh hand slipped under my shirt to palm at my breasts over my bra. His lips nipped and kissed at the back of my neck, and I felt my release drawing near.

“Shit…” I whined, and Bucky’s mouth left sloppy kisses over my heated flesh.

“Let go, doll,” he panted. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

I chased my release, and when it finally came, I cried out, body tensing before going boneless against the bike. Bucky’s hips stuttered and then I could feel him spilling into me with a low groan. He let his weight relax against me for a handful of seconds before he was lifting off me. With a tiny groan I pushed up off the bike, reaching for my clothes to pull them back on. Bucky grinned at me as he buckled his belt.

“I think I finally found a sound I like better than my bike’s engine,” he teased, and my eyes sparkled.

“And I think I’ve finally found something I’m gonna like riding more than your bike.”

With glittering eyes, Bucky caught me around the waist and pulled me to him to kiss me softly. When we broke apart, his thumb traced lightly over my lips.

“I know we joke around a lot,” he murmured, “but it really would mean a lot to me if you were my girl, (Y/N).”

“I am your girl, Buck,” I assured him, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “You know I always have been.”

Bucky’s smile was warm, and he nudged me back towards the bike. “C’mon, let’s get back.”

When we got back to the compound, Bucky parked the bike and then we headed to the elevator. I slipped my hand into his, and he looked down, eyes rounded in surprise, before squeezing my fingers gently and smiling.

We walked into the common room, still hand-in-hand. Steve was the first to notice, and his eyes widened before a slow smirk spread across his face.

“Alright, everyone, pay up,” he announced, and everyone’s eyes landed on Bucky and I. Nat and Sam shook their heads as they dug into their wallets, and Tony and Clint groaned. Wanda was grinning as she handed Steve a few bills.

Bucky’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on?” he demanded.

“They all had a pool on when you and I would finally hook up,” I replied with a shrug. Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

“What –”

I set a hand against his chest to calm him. “Easy, big guy,” I chuckled. “Why don’t you just forget about this, and come upstairs with me? I didn’t get to return the favour from earlier.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened, and the common room was filled with groans of annoyance.

“Just because y’all are doing the dirty now, doesn’t mean you have to be public about it,” Sam grumbled. Bucky’s eyes flicked over to him for just a second before returning to me.

“I apologize to everyone in advance,” he murmured to the room without breaking from my gaze. “Turns out my bike isn’t the only one that gets loud when you turn her on.”

“Bucky!” I gasped, cheeks hot and eyes rounded in horror. Before anyone could say anything, Bucky was dragging me out of the room and to the elevator, lips grinning against my throat. I pushed him off me, fixing an unconvincing glare on him. “You’re incorrigible,” I huffed.

“You know you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

Hard as I tried, I couldn’t maintain the glare. “Oh, fuck it,” I muttered, crashing my lips to his. When I pulled away, I was smirking. “Take me upstairs; I wanna see if the biker holds up as well as his bike.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, wicked smirk on his face. “I can go all night and into the morning.”

I grinned. “Good. Let’s go then, soldier; your girl’s in the mood for a long ride.”

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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A Starlit Swim

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Skinny Dipping Oneshot

Aelin shows Rowan to a lovely, secluded spot.

Written for Rowaelin Month 2021. Day 14: Skinny Dipping

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Warnings: Language, Lightest NSFW

1547 words

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“Shh!” Aelin hissed through a giggle, too loudly to be an actual reprimand.

Rowan snorted and kept a firm grip on his girlfriend’s hand as she pulled him through the woods towards what she insisted was a nice secluded spot.

“Aelin,” he shot his free hand out to steady her waist as she stumbled over a fallen branch, before righting herself and sending a quick smile over her shoulder. “Aelin, I didn’t say anything. That was all you.”

She either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore his point as she kept leading him down a path that only she was aware of.

The soccer team at Terrasen University had just won the championships, and as a Co-Captain, Rowan was very much to thank for that. He and the team set up a bonfire down by one of the lakes to celebrate. But what originally started as the team, their significant others, and friends, soon devolved into a full-on rager the moment some idiot posted a video on Instagram. Now, the entire lake and woods a couple of miles outside campus were crawling with excited, drunk college kids who were all celebrating the victory.

Rowan had been happy standing by the large fire with Aelin leaning into him, her back pressed to his chest with his arms looped her waist and his chin resting on her head. Lorcan and Elide were next to them, standing similarly, although Elide had to stand on one of the logs in order for Lorcan’s chin to reach her hair. Fenrys danced around handing out more drinks to everybody, while Lysandra and Aedion were somewhere in the group of people dancing by the speakers. Rowan had spotted more of his teammates around and recognized a couple of faces of people from classes in the hordes of partygoers, but he was perfectly content being with his small group of friends by the fire.

Until Aelin tugged his arm, urging him to lower his head so she could whisper into his ear. She’d said she knew of a hidden spot a little further into the woods, and that they should sneak off while everyone else was distracted. He almost argued, saying he was fine right where they were, but then she turned in his arms and kissed him in a way that had every coherent thought flying out of his head. He could only grin and nod as she pulled away satisfied and grabbed his hand.

So, now, Rowan was following Aelin as she maneuvered through the trees to this supposedly special spot.

They’d walked far enough that Rowan could no longer hear the music or voices from the party.

“Aelin, where are we going?” He hissed as he nearly tripped over another tree branch.

Aelin only giggled and shushed him again. A moment later she told him, in a horrifically bad haunting accent, “I’m luring you into the woods to kill you. No one will find your body.” Her laughter decimated the fake threat.

Rolling his eyes, Rowan snickered, “Nah, you like me too much to kill me.”

She looked back, almost tripping again as she winked, “I guess.” He caught her lip twitch as she unsuccessfully fought a smile.

“You guess?” he grumbled.

Aelin stopped abruptly and Rowan nearly sent them crashing to the ground before he stopped moving. She turned to face him and the next thing he knew, she was kissing the living daylights out of him. Rowan reacted instantly, the slight haze from a couple beers making him feel even lighter. Aelin pulled away before they got too carried away and ended up rolling in the leaves and dirt.

“Okay, maybe I do like you too much to kill you.”

Rowan laughed and Aelin grinned before spinning around and resuming her mission of pulling him through the woods to wherever she was imagining.

“Seriously, Fireheart,” he asked again as the trees slowly thinned out around them. “Where are we going?”

Instead of answering, Aelin’s giggling filled the air again.

Rowan chuckled under his breath; this was three-drink Aelin escorting him, then. It hadn’t taken Rowan long to notice Aelin’s varying drunk personalities. One-drink Aelin was affectionately named The Megaphone, the buzz of alcohol making her yell and shout. Two-drink Aelin, The Instigator, believed her purpose in life was encourage their friends to act on their ridiculous, sometimes insane, plans. Three-drink Aelin, this Aelin, was The Giggler because for whatever reason she found everything absolutely hilarious.

Rowan was also familiar with four-drink Aelin: The Horndog, who wouldn’t be dissuaded by a party full of people when she’d straddle his lap and practically jump him right there on the spot. Or, five-drink Aelin: The Francophone who gave up all use of their language and spoke solely in French. He wasn’t sure what six-drink Aelin was like—none of their friends were—but once, Rowan had witnessed seven-drink Aelin, forever deemed The Queen, because she’d insisted everyone call her Your Majesty and Queen Galathynius (Lorcan had quickly dubbed her Fire Breathing Bitch Queen much to her utter delight) and, just Rowan: Milady.

Aelin giggled again as she swayed trying to duck beneath a branch and Rowan gripped her hand tighter as he reached above her to push the leaves aside. It took him a second to take in what he was looking at. Aelin had led him to the edge of a small lake hidden within the forest. The sky was visible through the small openings between branches that stretched across the width of the lake, allowing Rowan to see the stars that were normally invisible by the lights of the city.

“How…” he trailed off, facing Aelin again to see her watching him with a rare, tentative expression.

“What do you think?” She asked hopefully.

Rowan stepped closer to her, pulling her into his arms. “Its beautiful, Fireheart. How did you ever find this place?”

She smirked and giggled again. “Magic.”

He raised a brow, amused, and waited.

Aelin sighed dramatically and tipped her head back, “Fine, Buzzard, if you want the boring answer it’s that I was out on a run one day and got distracted and lost and accidentally stumbled onto this place. It doesn’t look like anyone else comes here. Not that I’ve noticed, anyway.”

Rowan’s grip tightened around her waist, pulling her against him and grinning at her breathless gasp. Leaning down so his nose brushed her ear, he asked, “No one?”

She pulled back and flashed him a wicked grin. “Nope. You know what that means right?”

When all Rowan did was return her grin, she slipped out of his arms and stepped closer to the edge of the water. Aelin held his gaze, winking again, and she slowly lifted her shirt and tossed it aside.

Rowan crossed his arms, leaning against a nearby tree and smirked, content to watch the show his girlfriend was giving him. His gaze never left hers as she reached down to unbutton her jeans before rolling those down and throwing them into the pile with her shirt.

When she was standing there in just her underwear and bra she paused, raising a brow at Rowan.

“Well are you going to join me, Buzzard? Or are you just going to watch?” Her smirk told him there was only one right answer.

He slowly stalked towards her, his eyes darkening as she bit her lip while she watched him. When they were almost chest to chest, he gripped the back of his collar and pulled his shirt over his head, smirking at the way Aelin eyes roamed across his bare chest.

Once his pants were off, he grabbed her hand and made to lead her towards the water. Aelin followed without hesitation, only stopping once her feet hit the water.

“What?” Rowan asked, wading into the pleasantly warm lake and raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend still standing on the bank. “I thought you wanted to swim.”

She smirked, her eyes glinting in the reflected starlight. “Not exactly.”

Before he could ask what she meant, Aelin’s hand flew behind her to unclasp her bra, quickly pulling it off before slipping her underwear down her and throwing them into their growing pile of clothes.

Rowan practically growled as Aelin strutted into the water without a shred of clothing. Before she even reached him, Aelin watched as Rowan tossed his sopping wet briefs across the water and heard them land with a slap on the dry rocks.

When she got close enough, Rowan’s hand wrapped around her wrist and then her waist to pull her body flush with his. Aelin wove her wet fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist as their lips came together in a fierce kiss.

After a few minutes they pulled away, breathing heavily, and savoring the feeling of swollen lips and the other’s arms wrapped around them.

“Have you ever been skinny dipping before?” Aelin asked coyly, looking at Rowan through her eyelashes.

He ran a broad hand down her back, “Can’t say I have.”

She grinned, already having known his answer. “Then allow me to show you how fun it can be.”

By the time Aelin and Rowan meandered out of the woods, the hazy light of morning was just peeking through the trees.

*****

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angelicmark · 4 years

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hello old friend (m)

pairing: boyfriend!jaemin x reader

genre: angst, lovers to strangers, smut, fluff

warnings: unprotected sex, love making, a lot of fluff but sad ending, dry humping, fingering, a LOT of angst

wc: 12.2k

summary: you love jaemin, there was nothing more you could say. a part of you was convinced he was your soulmate, and more. but as time progresses, the more distant the two of you become. it tears both of you apart. soon, it starts to feel like you’re sharing a bed with a stranger each night. you turn from lovers, to strangers.

➣ apart of ‘right lover, wrong time’ series

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you can feel the closeness of his breath as he leans in, completely and wholly giving himself to you. the way his breath fans your face makes your heart skip, your body reacting immediately in the way he loves. when he kisses you, the world seems to fade away. it was cheesy to say in your head, and you smile in thought as you kiss him. jaemin just can’t help himself in smiling back, despite not knowing why you were. it felt like you were falling in love with him all over again, the feeling swelling up your chest and basically consuming you. kissing jaemin did that. being with jaemin in general did that.

the air in your lungs seemed to belong to him. your hands made home in his hair, and his rested comfortably on your hips. there wasn’t any hidden intent in kissing him right in that moment. it was just that; kissing. kissing your boyfriend like you depended on him for the air you breathe. you could feel his love, and you were almost certain he could feel yours. with the way he licked your lower lip, asking for permission, you definitely knew he could feel your love. especially in the way his fingertips started to dig in your skin, a soft hum escaping his throat. the moment was nothing less of being perfect.

“i am so in love with you,” jaemin breathes, breaking apart just to tell you how he feels. it was classic jaemin, and you’ve heard it plenty times before, but it never failed to make you feel like you belonged there together with him each and every time.

“me too, jaemin,” you kiss him on the cheek, nuzzling your nose there briefly. in return, you got a dazzling smile that made your heart beat faster in your chest. you were so content with where you were, it was almost scary. you weren’t sure what you would ever do without him.

jaemin breaks your thinking with running a hand along your cheek, staring at you with stars in his eyes. there was no denying the intensity your relationship held. loving jaemin meant completely bearing your soul with him, but there was no complaining on your end. it wasn’t hard loving him. being around jaemin was easy, loving him was easy. he made it easy.

“i want to be with you for like,” you pause as you kiss the corner of his lips, which raises into a small smile, “ever. forever and ever. i can’t imagine myself with anyone else.”

jaemin makes you look at him, and you can feel his head starting to swim with thoughts of being with you for until the two of you stop breathing. he licks his lips as he stares just a bit longer before pressing another sweet kiss to your lips. and it’s so head spinning, making you clutch onto him. he hums when he feels your hands travel to his shoulders, nails digging just softly there. jaemin can’t imagine a life without you. he’s so in love with you, he almost worries that it’s unhealthy. but he didn’t quite care, especially not when you made way to sit in his lap on the couch. your legs were on either side of his, and he adores you from there. you were so beautiful in his eyes, and you didn’t have to try.

you’re almost certain jaemin could feel, or rather hear, your heartbeat by now. it was pumping so fast in your chest, but it wasn’t in a bad way. no, not at all. you would be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t make you go practically insane. jaemin always knew how to make you go crazy, just for him. and little did you know, you drove him just as crazy. everything you did, he loved. he loved every bit of you, and he was convinced that wouldn’t ever change. there was nothing like being around you, in his eyes.

you’re broken out of your daze with your boyfriend when his phone seems to ring beside him. he pouts, eyes breaking from yours as he checks the caller. he smiles softly, letting out a breathy chuckle. “jeno?” you ease into jaemin’s hold as he answers the call, and you can hear jeno’s voice on the other line as you lean your head on jaemin’s shoulder. jaemin absentmindedly rubs soothing circles into your back with his other hand, finding you absolutely adorable like that. you can feel his cold fingertips trail along your skin as his hand travels under your shirt. it’s comforting all the same, and you don’t mind the contrast between your warm skin and his freezing fingers.

his conversation continues while you listen to the rumble in his chest. it’s your favorite sound, listening to him talk and realizing just how deep and gravely it sounds so close in your ears. you sigh, and jaemin glances at you, as if asking if you were alright. you assure him, pressing a kiss to his neck and making him smile when you nuzzle your nose there. it was such a tender, soft moment. you were so in love with him. your fingers travel to his hair, running your hands through his strands and admiring just how soft it actually is. jaemin made it easy to relax in his hold, knowing you were safe. you would always be safe in his arms, that much you knew.

you slowly close your eyes, sleep threatening to invade your time with jaemin. you end up falling asleep there, right in his arms. when jaemin catches sight of your slightly puff lips, closed eyes, eyelashes resting peacefully on your cheeks, he’s once again reminded of how much he loves you. he’s convinced he’s holding the world in his hands. when his call finally ends, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, watching as you stir lightly in your dazed sleep. the smile on his face doesn’t fade once, and he never once loses that feeling of love tingling in his bones. you were everything he needed.

“angel,” he whispers softly, another kiss being pressed on your forehead that causes you to snuggle deeper into his embrace. he hums to himself, “tired?”

you let out a soft noise, the sound going straight to jaemin’s ears and being evaporated into nothing but love in his body. “yeah..” your voice was groggy, sluggish almost.

“let’s get to bed then, sweetheart,” he grabs your waist with both hands, slowly sliding you off of him before taking your hand in his and helping you to bed. when he lays next to you that night, he realizes that if this was how the rest of his life were to look, he wouldn’t complain.

not once would he complain.

“you make me nervous.”

jaemin’s eyes shift, looking at you sweetly as he chuckles, “what?”

you pout, getting up from your bed and twirling his chair around so you’re standing between his legs. jaemin can’t help himself from placing his hands on your thighs, digging his nails in and making you look at him fondly. your hands travel to his hair, and he can’t stop the hum of approval falling past his lips. he had his own version of heaven right in front of him.

“we’ve been dating for over a year, but..” you pause, a sigh escaping you, “but you still make me nervous. i still feel how i did when we first met.”

jaemin’s hands travel to your shirt, and you can feel just how warm he is. how close he is. you watch as he lifts up the shirt slightly, before pressing a kiss on your stomach. you can feel his smile, hear the rumble of his soft laugh echoing off the walls. it warms up your temperature a bit, the slightly cold air starting to become hot.

“i love you,” he hums, pressing another, and another, and another kiss on your tummy. you giggle a bit, causing him to look up at you with stars in his eyes. “you’re so damn cute.”

the sudden movement of jaemin pulling you in his lap makes you jolt and let out a noise of surprise. you straddle his hips on the chair, looking at him with wide eyes. he smiles to himself, placing his hands on your thighs and staring lovingly. your shorts become almost invisible in this position, making his cold hands run along your exposed legs perfectly. you hum when he kisses you, his love leaking through the kiss. you can feel how in love he is, and you hope he feels your love too. he does.

he nibbles at your lower lip, silently asking you to open up, and you grant him the access easily. his tongue explores yours, making you let out a soft whine. his hands eagerly search for your hips, urging you to slowly and lightly roll against him. you can feel his growing erection against your clothed clit, making you gasp into the kiss. he chuckles a bit, pulling apart from you and resting his forehead on yours. his eyes are dark and hooded, making you want to please him. all you ever wanted was to make him happy.

when you press your hot core against him harder, he lets out a groan of approval, looking at you as his eyes flutter with pleasure. this wasn’t close to what you planned when you got his attention, but you certainly weren’t complaining. he felt too good to complain. especially when his dick rubbed just right against your clit, causing small whines to leave your mouth.

jaemin watched you roll your hips desperately against his, licking his lips, “using me to get off, huh baby?”

you place your hands on his shoulders, letting out a delicious moan that sends right through jaemin’s body down to his cock. his dick twitches in his pants at the sight of you trying so hard to get off on him like that. you can feel his fingernails starting to dig into your flesh as he lifts up your shirt just slightly enough for him to have his hands on your skin. your skin was burning under his cold fingers, making him smirk to himself. you were so worked up already.

the drag of his dick against your clit had you rutting against him quickly, “jaemin,” you sigh, your own nails digging into his shoulders. you started to bunch up his shirt in one of your hands, looking at him with glossy eyes that made him lose it inside. “jaemin, god.. your cock feels so good against me.”

he hisses when you pick up speed, dry humping him desperately as moans pour from your throat, “imagine me inside you, princess. i know you love getting filled, baby. my cock inside your warm.. cunt.” he groans when you drop your head into his neck, biting his flesh there.

“fuck,” you gasp, feeling as his hands start to guide your hips against his clothed cock, urging you to go faster and ride him harder. you feel his dick twitch beneath you, making you whine as you feel your stomach start to tighten. “love your cock so much.” you sound drunk, your words slurring together. he places a kiss behind your ear, making you shudder in his hold.

“are you gonna cum? just like this? my cock isn’t even inside of you, baby.” he whispers softly, his voice consuming your brain as you clutch tightly onto him and moan in his ear. he loves it, he loves the way you feel against him and he loves how he can feel how hot and wet you are, even with clothes on. you sound like heaven in his ears. “fuck.. i’ll cum soon.” “please,” you whine, lifting your head to look at him with pleading, wet eyes. “please cum for me, jaemin. wanna make you cum.” you let out a sweet noise as you lull your head back and close your eyes, losing yourself to the feeling of his cock bumping right against where you need him most. even with clothes on, he still feels so damn good.

he sighs, a groan slipping as he starts to leave kisses along your exposed neck, biting the skin and sucking. his hands trail to your back, feeling the arch as you lean into him, your body begging for him. as you feel yourself start to cum, you quickly push your head into his neck, trying hard to muffle the incessant moans leaving you.

“oh fuck,” you whine, high pitched noises traveling to jaemin’s ears. he loves it so fucking much, and you can feel as he starts to buck his own hips up in time with yours, making you fall over in his arms, “jaemin! fuck fuck, cumming.. jaemin.” you saying his name as you cum on his lap triggers his own release, a loud groan leaving him as he bites down into your shoulder, slightly dampening the shirt you’re wearing.

“shit,” he hisses, “so fucking pretty. cumming for me, and i don’t even have my cock in you.” he listens to the whines you let out as he fills his boxers and shorts full of his cum, his cock twitching while you both ride out your orgasms. your core clenches around nothing, resting your head on his shoulder as he soothes you in his lap.

“i love you,” you lean back, and you can feel his warm cum beneath you, making you laugh a bit.

he smiles with you, “i love you more.”

you pout, about to object before he starts to scoot the rolling chair towards the bed. when he reaches the edge, he lifts you up softly and urges you to sit there. there’s a burn in your thighs, making you frown.

“my legs hurt,” you complain, pressing your back into the bed as your legs dangle off the end.

he chuckles, looking at you with endearing eyes, “i’m sorry, baby. let me change you.” when you raise your head to look at him, you notice the change of clothes, “how did you change so quick?” you raise an eyebrow, which just makes him laugh some more. you can’t help from smiling back, too in love to care about anything else but him.

when jaemin removes your shorts, he takes notice of the lack of panties in front of him. he looks at you, “no panties?”

you cover your eyes with your forearm, “shut up.”

jaemin smirks to himself, before pressing a finger to your slit, making you gasp and quickly look down at him, “jaemin-”

“i fucking love when you say my name,” he interrupts, lowering himself to the ground on his knees, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. “you’re all mine. my pretty baby. my beautiful angel.”

“jaemin..” you softly whine, feeling as he starts collecting your juices along his fingers before prodding your entrance and making you lick your lips. “please..”

“please what?” he asks, looking up at you with hooded eyelids. you notice the shift in the atmosphere, making you throw your body back down against the bed as you thrash slightly.

“please, just please..” you let out a puff of air when he presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing in harsh but slow circles, making you more frustrated. “tell me what you want, baby.” his eyes travel down to your sopping wet pussy, smiling softly to himself, “want my fingers to fill you up? are you that desperate to cum again?”

you whine, raising your hips in his direction, making him tut at you and press your hips back down with his other hand that wasn’t assaulting your clit. “yes! fuck, please. want your fingers inside me, make me cum again, jaemin.”

how could he say no to his sweet angel?

he hums approvingly before pushing two of his fingers into your sweet cunt, watching you suck him in with each thrust. you let out a sigh at the feeling of being filled, arching your back for him. jaemin circles his other hand around your thigh that’s over his shoulder, pressing his forearm against your hips to keep you down. he looks at the blissed out expression on your face as he curls his fingers up inside you, and he feels your walls flutter around him, making you impossibly tighter.

“so tight, angel.” he kisses along your inner thigh, watching you closely as you fall into a pit of lust just for him. “but your greedy little pussy loves being filled, doesn’t it, baby?” he can hear just how wet you are with each thrust of his fingers, and he picks up the pace just to watch you fall apart and try to raise your hips.

“jaemin, jaemin.. fuck, jaemin,” you let out a soft sob at the oversensitivity you start to feel when jaemin increases speed and continuously curls his fingers up just to brush against your sweet spot. he knows your body too well, and your chest raises up, making you arch your back, when he presses the thumb of the hand pushing your hips down against your clit again. the pressure feelings so fucking good, adding well with his fingers filling you full.

“that’s it, baby. who’s fucking your sweet pussy, hm? who’s making you feel good?” he tilts his head, watching you with predatory eyes.

you thrash around as best you can, his fingers working at an inhumane pace and his thumb rubbing fast, hard circles into your swollen clit. “jaemin! you! fuck, you.. you’re making me feel good. only you.” you whine, your hands tugging desperately at the sheets below you. and he loves you. he loves you so fucking much, watching you fall apart just for him. you belonged to him, no one else. only he got to see you like this. “gonna cum,” you sob quietly again, your thighs starting to fidget.

“gonna cum, baby?” he asks sweetly, and you nod your head, “look at me.” his voice is low and demanding, making you raise your head to look at him. his fingers move so deliciously inside you, curling with every thrust and making you lose your mind. “look at me when you cum.”

you weakly raise yourself onto your elbows, looking at him directly as a long whine escapes your mouth. he looks at the fucked out expression on your face, smirking to himself while knowing only he could do that to you. your eyebrows are furrowed, mouth hung open as moans spill over and over again from you. you’re so loud, his name filling the once silent room. he has no complaints though, loving the way you fall apart for him. he’ll always love it.

“c- cumming, jaemin.” you stutter, your thighs resisting the urge to close around him as he keeps one of them around his shoulder. one final thrust has you struggling to keep your eyes on him as you cum around his fingers, clenching so tightly that his fingers stutter. he slows down the pace as you cum, helping you easily ride it out.

“there’s my baby,” he kisses your thigh again, leaving a few marks to admire later, “so pretty when you cum for me.”

when you hiss from oversensitivity, he slowly pulls away, dropping your thigh against the bed as you whine. “i thought you were just changing me,” you pout.

he laughs, “sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

you fall back against the bed again, “i’m so tired now.”

he hums, nodding his head as he picked out a fresh pair of shorts for you along with underwear this time. he sweetly dresses you, placing a kiss to your calve and smiling back when you smile for him. he finds you absolutely breathtaking. his heart tightens at the sight of you laying down, looking at him like he’s all that matters, all that ever will matter. he’s so in love.

“god i love you,” jaemin says, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. you scoot up the bed, jaemin chasing after you and ending up resting on you with his head in your neck. you can feel his breath tickle you softly, but you don’t mind, closing your eyes and easing into his ocean of love.

“i love you, too, jaemin.”

as you start to run your fingers through his hair, coaxing him to sleep, he realizes he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world than right here with you. you are his comfort at the end of the day.

you are his home, just as much as he is yours.

you can hear the front door shut as a very tired, and exhausted jaemin ushers through your door. you’re laying on your couch, about to ask him what’s wrong before he comes and plops right on top of you, arms circling around you and finding solace in your scent and warmth. you’re only slightly concerned, but you don’t push him to tell you what’s wrong. you never did, and a large part of him was thankful for it. you knew he would talk when he felt the time was right.

“i’m so tired,” he hums against you, sighing into your hold as your hands tangle into his hair. he was so at ease in your arms, nothing could replace this feeling.

you kiss the top of his head, “i can tell, baby.��

he closes his eyes, relishing in the warmth of your hold. you can hear the faint sound of cars passing by outside your apartment, the air being filled with nothing but his soft breathing and the cars. you find comfort in that small moment, realizing that the only reason was because it was jaemin you were spending the moment with. he carried the weight on your shoulders when you felt too heavy to carry it yourself. he loved you through your worst moments, and you swore you would love him through his. na jaemin was your stars on a clear night sky, he was your one true love. he healed you, and you were determined to heal him.

“i’m right here,” you tell him, and you can feel his body physically and visibly relax as you coax him to a realm of calmness. nothing else mattered but you and him.

jaemin raises his head slightly, having the sudden urge to need to look at you. your eyes meet, and he feels his heart tighten at just the sight of you. he knew he probably loved you more than he should have, but he didn’t care.

“i don’t think my love for you could ever be put into words,” he mumbles softly, his voice coming out more groggy and raspy than usual.

the soft smile on your face sends his stomach in a flip, “me neither, jaemin.” you brush his bangs out of his face, looking at him adoringly.

you turn your head to check the time on the clock, and realize just how late it is. you furrow your eyebrows as you look back at him, “it’s almost 12 in the morning. i thought you were staying back at your dorm for the night.” you say it in almost the form of a question, but it wasn’t pressuring.

he pouts, “i missed you. i couldn’t sleep without you.”

you chuckle lightly, “i love you, jaemin. but don’t you have lectures early in the morning?”

he hums, nodding his head lightly, “yeah, i do.” he sighs, “it’s so hard to sleep there, though. jeno stays up so late playing games with donghyuck.”

you laugh again, “i’m sorry, baby. you can stay here as long as you want. i love having your extra company.”

he smiles at you, softly pecking your lips. he kisses you again after a few seconds, this kiss lasting longer than the last. you can feel his body warming up the longer you kiss him, making you smile against his lips. he pulls back at that, giving you a cute pout. you only chuckle, kissing his cheek fondly. he can’t stop the smile stretching onto his face at your cute actions, accepting your love wholly.

“you’re a dream come true,” he whispers, looking at you with intent.

your smile fades slowly, the intensity behind his words making your heart pick up pace, “so are you.”

jaemin was a romantic by heart, you knew this. you knew he would always be this way with you. it was a given when it came to jaemin, but the way he worded everything he said would never fail to make you at least a little flustered. jaemin cared a lot, loved a lot, gave a lot. being in a relationship with jaemin meant you would get constantly spoiled, even when you didn’t ask for it. but you would never complain. jaemin was your comfort zone, he was the man who truly deserved the world and you only hoped to give him everything he deserved. loving jaemin was what love truly should be, and you were lucky enough to have him as your own, to call him your own.

jaemin nudges his nose against yours, “you’re my everything.”

you laugh a bit, “jaem-”

“i mean it,” he pouts again, but it’s a different kind of pout. he has a frown written on his face, and you gulp as he continues. “i don’t know where i would be without you. i don’t even know who i would be without you.” jaemin sits up unexpectedly, somehow dragging you with him so that you were seated in his lap. his eyes were twinkling at you under the soft light of the lamp. “i haven’t been in love like this.” jaemin pauses, his hands resting on your hips while his thumbs rub circles into your skin, “i think sometimes it scares me.”

you stare at him for a few seconds that feels like ages in jaemin’s world, “i love you so much, jaemin..” you kiss him slowly, “you don’t have to be scared around me.”

he knows this. the irrational fear of you leaving will never escape his mind. you are his whole entire world, just as much as he is yours. the kind of love you share is intense, but you wouldn’t trade loving him for anything else. you wouldn’t trade him in general for anyone else. he was all you needed.

“you are my light,” you kiss him again, showing him you truly meant it. and he accepts your words of comfort that night, sending his worries to bed for the time being. because if you were there right there in that moment, then that was enough for him.

you were more than enough for him.

your mind was fuzzy, eyes blurry as you wake up. you go to reach for your boyfriend that’s normally beside you, but find the bed to be empty. you frown, eyes flittering across the room to try and find some kind of signal he was still there. but you end up finding none, reaching for your phone in the end. you check the time, and realize he probably already left for classes. sitting up, you let out a soft sigh. waking up without your boyfriend next to you was almost heartbreaking. call you clingy, but you loved waking up next to him every morning.

you can’t stop the pout that reaches your face at the sign of no text from jaemin. he normally texted you when he made it to class, or left your apartment. you try not to think much of it as you get up, stretching your limbs lazily. you debate on texting him first, but go against it. he was probably just extra busy, and you hated to pry on him too much.

as your day progresses, and the longer you go without a text from your doting boyfriend, the more worried you become. it wasn’t like jaemin to not text you all day, or not at all. jaemin was chatty, to say the least. and he was almost as clingy as you most times. so this was new for you, and you were unsure how to act. you weren’t sure if you should text him or not. if you should call him, maybe.

you let out a long sigh, grabbing a bottled water as your mind starts to bounce with endless possibilities. it just simply wasn’t like jaemin to leave you hanging for the whole entire day. maybe he was expecting you to text first? you end up getting over your fears, and text him first.

[to: nana] 15:52

are you okay?

you haven’t texted today :(

it doesn’t take long for a ping to sound through your kitchen, and you gulp as you see his name in your phone. you feel your throat go dry as you read the words on your screen.

[from: nana] 15:53

i’m alright, baby. sorry for not texting

i had a long lecture today and passed out the minute i got back to the dorms

you breathe out a sigh, shaking off the moment of doubt you felt. you shouldn’t have doubted him in the slightest, but you couldn’t help the ache you felt when he left without a word.

[to: nana] 15:55

come over

miss you

not a second later, jaemin replies with ‘otw’ and a cute smiley face following it. this was your boyfriend. this felt normal. you were probably just overdramatic, so you decided to just let it slip. you let that moment vanish from your thoughts, and you didn’t let it effect you for the time being.

maybe you should have been paying closer attention.

when jaemin arrives, you circle your arms around his comforting body, inhaling his scent and feeling the warmth he provided. it was so nice being back in his arms, feeling as he hugs you tightly. you feel as jaemin kicks the front door behind him, walking you backwards just slightly.

“i’m sorry if i worried you,” he hums, kissing the top of your head and tugging you as close as he could.

you smile, “it’s okay, you’re here now.”

he was. he was there, in your arms and right where he belonged. and you were in his, right where you belonged. when you start to pull back from jaemin, you look at him with a soft glint that makes his heart flutter. you made his chest hurt from how in love with you he was. he ached at the thought of worrying you, suddenly feeling guilt wash over his body.

“i’ll make sure to text next time,” he kisses you softly, his hands coming to rest on your waist and tug your chest against his.

his lips were soft, only slightly chapped, and he tasted like coffee, “it’s okay, jaemin.” you ease him back into the real world, bringing him back to his feet. you were the only reason why he was kept in place.

“god,” he huffs, kissing you a little rougher and digging his fingertips just softly into your skin, “i love you, so damn much.” his voice is deep, the vibrations sending a shiver through your body.

“i love you,” you lightly nip at his lower lip between kisses, making him hum again, “so damn much.” you reciprocate his words, making him lightly chuckle. your heart sings at the sound, loving the way you can produce such a heavenly sound. you could listen to jaemin forever.

jaemin reluctantly pulls back from you, giving you big, bright eyes. he loves kissing you. “it’s only 4:30,” his eyes glance at the time, seeing that it’s getting late in the evening. he pouts, realizing he left you worrying all this time. “why didn’t you text sooner?” he questions, kissing your cheek.

you hum, “i didn’t want to bother you.”

he shakes his head as he looks at you, “you could never, angel.”

the reassurance makes your heart pound, and you could never feel more safe in anyone else’s hands, but his. na jaemin was the love of your life, confirmed.

“i’ll keep that in mind,” you smile lightly, making jaemin press another lingering kiss to your lips. he found you irresistible.

“hungry?” he asks, finally taking a step away from you, but not without holding your hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

you laugh, “just a bit.”

he raises an eyebrow, “because i’m starving.”

he leads you to the kitchen, letting go of your hand to look in the pantry, “uh,” you start, looking nervous, “i only have pasta,” you pout.

jaemin nods his head, “we’ll have pasta then.” he gives you a smile, and he looks like a domestic husband in your eyes for a minute. and you imagine yourself marrying him, a smile planted on your own face this time. jaemin nods at you, “what are you thinking?”

you just shake your head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “let’s make dinner, yeah?”

and he nods, agreeing to your statement.

you should have been paying closer attention.

“i have to go soon,” he huffs, kissing you sweetly, but you can taste the tinge of need. you press your chest up against his, looking at him with sweet, innocent eyes. he couldn’t stop the blood rushing to his cock at the sight.

“fuck me first,” you kiss down his jaw, sucking hard at the spot behind his ear that has him shuddering above you.

“fuck,” he groans breathily, quickly giving into you as he pushes down his pants just enough to release his hard, throbbing cock before your eyes. you lick your lips at the sight, getting excited as you make move to remove his shirt that you’re wearing. he stops you, giving you a soft growl, “leave it on. i love looking at you in my shirts while i fuck you.”

you clench around nothing at his words, nodding your head as you leave the shirt on, just for him. he hums, only making work to push your panties to the side. he smiles to himself when he sees how wet you are, licking his own lips at the sight. he could eat you out for hours, but he didn’t exactly have the time for it right now.

“jaemin,” your hands claw at his shoulders, bringing him back to reality. “please..” your voice was so sweet and soft, he couldn’t help from leaning down to press a quick kiss to the side of your mouth.

“i’ve got you, baby.” he presses his tip against your hole, making you whine as he slowly pushes into you, “so.. tight.” he groans at the feeling of your walls clenching so tightly around him. “it’s like i never fuck you enough,” he breathes, leaning back up to watch the way his cock slides into your slick heat.

“jaemin..” the way you whine out his name sends goosebumps on his skin, and you can feel his cock twitch inside you. when he bottoms out inside you, he rocks his hips against your pelvis and listens to way you moan for him, watching you writhe for him. “please, move. fuck me. i need you to fuck me.”

he chuckles lowly, “yeah?” when you nod, he licks his lips again before slowly moving his hips, “is this good, princess?” you shake your head, eyes turning glossy, “no? but i’m fucking you, aren’t i?” you hated how much he loved to tease you.

“for fuck sake, please just.. faster! move faster!” you’re frustrated beyond belief, letting out a soft sob when he abruptly starts to ram into you. “o-oh! fuck,” you claw at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as his own hands hold onto your thighs, spreading them apart and fucking you as he pleases.

his cock feels so good inside of you, you’re so full.

“such a tight cunt,” he groans, listening to both your moans and the way your slick coats his cock every time he thrusts into you. “your little pussy was made for me to fuck, wasn’t it, baby?”

you nod your head frantically, and he chuckles at the sight of you falling apart so quickly and easily for him, “yes, god yes, jaemin. my pussy is yours, all yours.”

he rewards you generously by pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing in fast, harsh circles that make you keen and thrash below him. he finds it to be a sight for sore eyes, admiring the way you furrow your eyebrows and flutter your eyes closed every now and then, losing yourself in the pleasure he brings you. his hand presses against your pelvis a little hard, but you don’t mind. not when he’s fucking you so well, filling you to the brim.

you can feel his nails digging into the skin of your thighs with his other hand, making you whine and clutch onto him tighter. he feels your pussy start to spasm around him, and he smiles again.

“i can feel you clenching, baby. tightening so sweetly around my cock.” his words are filth, but they sound so sweet coming from him. “such a pretty girl, all for me. my good girl.”

“yours,” you breathe, letting out a loud moan after, “your good girl.” your hands fall to his biceps, clutching onto him tightly as your nails cause indents into his skin. but he doesn’t mind, not one bit.

“can’t wait to fill you up with my cum,” he groans, his thrusts turning uncoordinated as the head of his cock press right against your sweet spot with each thrust, “you’ll be dripping of my cum. pussy will be so... full.” he loses his composure a bit when you sporadically start to tighten around him, making his body feel like it’s buzzing to life.

“please, please fill me up,” you whine, reaching out for him and trying so hard to thrust your hips up at him when he quickens the pace of his thumb on your bundle of nerves, “want you to stuff me f-full, nana.”

he growls at the nickname, “gonna cum, will you cum with me, princess? please?” he pleads you, making it so damn hard to deny him of his wishes.

you nod quickly, “yes, yes. wanna cum on your cock while you fill me up.”

he groans, his moans growing louder as he sloppily thrusts into you. “cumming, f-fuck.” he stutters, his body shuddering as he releases into you, making you cry out his name when you cum with him. you can feel both his and your juices dripping down your core, but you don’t really care.

“nana,” you moan sweetly, “so, so full.” he slowly comes to a stop, letting you go as he lowers his body onto yours, chest to chest. you can feel the sweat on his forehead as he nuzzles his face into you, making you laugh softly. you press a kiss to his temple, holding him in your arms.

“i... have to go,” his voice is raspy as he speaks, but he makes no movements on top of you, instead opting to snuggle closer to you.

“jaemin.”

“hm?”

“your cock is still inside me.”

he quickly shoots up, laughing at the statement before pulling out of you. he groans softly at the sight of his cum dripping out of you, threatening to fall onto the sheets. he’s quick to press two fingers into you, making you jolt as he pushes his cum back inside you.

“don’t want any falling out,” he hums lowly, making you let out a sigh.

when he’s done and places your panties back in place, he reluctantly pulls away completely and pulls his pants back up. he stares at you for a few minutes, watching as you hum with a questioning look.

“something wrong?” you ask, sitting up so you’re at the edge of the bed while he stands there. jaemin stands between your legs, looking at you with stars in his eyes, but they almost feel empty.

“i love you,” he says quietly, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against your lips. you accept him, just the same way you accepted him into your life.

“i love you, too, nana.”

his heart flutters at the use of the nickname, making him smile to himself. “i really have to go now, i’m already running a bit late.” he checks the time on his phone and pouting.

you nod your head, “i’ll see you later then?”

jaemin smiles at you, “of course, angel.”

and he rushes out the door, heading towards his afternoon classes. you press your back against the bed when he leaves, legs dangling over the edge still. you feel empty inside as you hear the door shut, and your heart tightens when you feel his presence completely leave the room. this feeling was different, and it never happened around jaemin. jaemin has never once left you feeling empty, and you wanted to believe that it was just this one time, but you were starting to grow afraid that this wasn’t a one-time-feeling.

you were so in love with him, unbearably so.

but time was growing, and things were changing.

things were definitely changing.

staring at the clock on your wall, you’re starting to notice the change in pace with jaemin. the texting became less frequent, the hole in your chest grew bigger, and the kisses he gave you were shorter. so, you stare. you stare at the clock, watching as time started to pass and the heavier your chest got as the seconds passed by. you can hear the ticking pass through your ears, your eyes growing droopy and your pain subsiding into a dreamy state. you were tired, it was late. it was so, so late. you should be asleep right now, but you’re not. you’re anxiously waiting for a text or call from your boyfriend. the boyfriend you came to love the past year and a half.

when you hear your front door open, you don’t flinch. you don’t move as you hear the soft pattering of feet on the ground as the familiar scent of jaemin fills the room and invades your personal space. but it feels different this time. and you should have noticed the shift in the room as he laid right beside you on the bed, but you refused to notice it. you refused to feel the emotion you so deeply feared. you refused.

your eyes meet his as you swiftly turn towards him, and he sees the exhaustion etching through your skin. he can see it. hell, he can feel it. and it makes his heart hurt at the sight of you waiting all this time, just for him. it makes him drink down the guilt, seeing the bags under your eyes. all because you love him.

he hushes you as you let out a soft hum, “you need to sleep.”

“i’ve been waiting for you,” you reply groggily, and it makes his throat close.

jaemin licks his lips, kissing the top of your head, “i know, i’m sorry.” he pulls you into his embrace, “i should have came earlier.” he doesn’t explain, and you don’t push. you lay in silence, the air growing thick and your body falling limp into his hold.

you want to hold onto him for as long as you can. you can feel the distance as you hold jaemin just a bit tighter, hoping to keep him with you for as long as you could. and it may have felt different, and you may have noticed the changes, but you refused to act on them. you held jaemin, because he was yours. he was completely yours. and he held you back, because you were his. you were completely his.

you held onto him, even while knowing you were probably growing apart.

you refused to believe it, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and feeling your love linger there. and he kisses you back, his own love flowing over you. jaemin could feel it too. he definitely could. he could see the way his actions were tearing you apart, and it was hurting him just as badly. he was selfish, so damn selfish. he could never be able to give you up. you were everything he could ever wish for, and he wasn’t even sure where the distance began, or when it would end. he wasn’t sure anymore.

the only thing jaemin was sure of, was that he was desperately in love with you. but time was changing things, and you were indefinitely growing apart. it broke his heart, and he was fighting a battle in his head as he held you that night. he clutched onto you so tightly, watching as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep. he kissed your head one last time, before closing his eyes himself.

waking up the next morning was painful.

you look over, seeing that jaemin was still next to you. and you should have felt relieved, but you weren’t. instead, your heart ached. your mind raced, thoughts consuming your brain that probably shouldn’t have. you were so torn. you could feel your eyes start to well up at the sight of him, watching as his chest slowly rises before falling back down into a calm sleep. and you wondered how much longer you would have mornings like this. how many more times would you be able to see him so vulnerable, before he was gone. before the two of you went separate ways.

you bite your lower lip, trying to shake off the feeling as you lean into him for the time being. you feel him softly shift, letting out a soft croak that has you lightly smiling. distance was growing, but your love wasn’t decreasing.

“morning,” you softly whisper, and your voice dances around his mind and makes his ears happy.

jaemin smiles to himself, one eye open as he looks over to you, “good morning.” he says it sweetly, making your eyes sparkle just a bit. he notices all too well.

“sleep well?” you ask, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. he leans into the kiss and smiles more.

“yeah,” he hums, “especially next to you.”

you chuckle a bit, and the air turns lighter. the both of you can feel it. “good.”

“did you?” he asks quickly, worry flashing through his features. he remembers how late you stayed up for him. you nod regardless, “next to you? of course.” you use his statement against him, and he laughs lightly. the glow of the morning lingered on his skin, and you were almost jealous of how beautiful he was even when just waking up.

“are you hungry?” he asks lowly, letting out a soft yawn as he stretches. you scoot apart from him, but he’s quick to bring you back into his arms, “not yet. don’t leave yet.” maybe he meant it in more ways than one.

your heart flutters, and the love you feel for him never dissipates, “a bit, are you?”

he nods his head, nuzzling his nose against your cheek lightly, “starving. i didn’t eat anything before coming here to crash.” he yawns again, “make breakfast with me?” his eyes stare with love, and your heart tightens at the sight of him.

“of course,” you smile at him. and he smiles back, content with the way things were at the moment.

making breakfast was calm, nothing out of the ordinary. the occasional kisses, him hugging you from behind, you doing the same. and you wished it would stay this way forever. you hoped it would. but there was no denying the lingering distance the both of you felt the morning, both of you trying to push it aside for another day. even as you kiss him, even as you hug him, even as he hugs you; you can feel it. and that’s the hardest part of falling in love, you realize. it’s the falling apart, and having to push it aside because the both of you desperately want to work.

you’ll push it aside, for another day.

studying for exams was stressful enough, you’ve decided.

you huff out as you highlight one last section, before dropping the pen on the table with frustration. it was beginning to become late and you check your clock to see it’s already a quarter after midnight. you notice a text from jaemin lighting up your phone saying he was on the way. you frown to yourself, starting to run into a pattern of only seeing him late at night nowadays. you sigh, sitting back into your seat as you gaze lazily at the materials in front of you. nothing was the same anymore.

getting up, you make way towards your kitchen and grab a water bottle. drinking the cold liquid eases your mind for a minute, only focusing on the temperature drop within your body. it feels good not to worry for the time being, especially with the circumstances given.

when you hear your front door open, you’re once again reminded of the fact that jaemin has a key to your apartment. you’re once again reminded that jaemin was your boyfriend that you’re heavily in love with. as he peaks his head through the kitchen, checking to see if you were there, your heart tightens, once again. and you were starting to become uncertain if it was a good feeling anymore. the thought scared you.

“are you always going to show up late?” you spit out the words before you can completely register what you were asking. your eyes go wide, and so do his. “shit, i-”

“i deserved that,” his shoulders slump as he let’s out a breath, a deep sigh lingering in the air. jaemin’s chest becomes constricted as he gazes at you, the uncertainty flashes through your eyes. it breaks his heart to see you this way, to know you’re doubting everything.

jaemin leans against the counter adjacent to you, making you frown again. he felt so far away from where he stood, and you were starting to understand the distance being created between the two of you more and more. as days go by, and as they turn into weeks, you’re starting to become painfully aware of the distance. he was there, but he wasn’t.

you were hoping it was just the stress of exams coming up, but the line between hope and fate were very thin.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” you say quietly, placing the water bottle down onto the counter. you look into his sparkling eyes, “i just miss you is all, and exams are beating me up.”

jaemin nods, leaning closer to you and placing his hands on your hips. he rests his forehead on yours, “i love you. i’m sorry for not being here much.”

you place your arms around his neck, and you try to engrave this moment into your mind for as long as you could, “i love you, too.”

he kisses you, and it’s a desperate kiss almost. not the lustfully desperate, but the painful desperate. you can taste the pain and distance the longer he kisses you, and he can taste the sadness and aching on your own lips. he wished this wasn’t as complicating as it was. he wished he knew what was going wrong in the relationship. he desperately wished he knew. the more he kissed you, the more he could feel how you felt. the more he knew it was only a matter of time before the distance got the better of you both.

and it pained him just as much as it pained you.

but you kiss him anyway, and he kisses you back. he runs his hands along your sides, nails digging into your skin as they lift up the light shirt you’re wearing to feel your skin on his. and he relishes in the sigh you let out, slipping his tongue in your mouth in a desperate manner. you taste of heaven, and he’s dying to stay there with you. to have you like this forever.

but the air in your lungs is begging to be released, so you pull back. both of you are breathing heavily, fanning each other’s faces. jaemin stares at you with a certain type of intensity that only really you could understand. and jaemin knows this. he knows you know him more than anyone else, and it breaks his heart at the thought of having to let you go. no one knows him the way you do.

he shakes it off, pressing a light kiss to your cheek, “you deserve the world.”

you smile softly to yourself, but your heart shatters, “you do, too.”

jaemin is left wondering if he was giving you the world that night.

you were falling apart. your heart was aching, and your world was shattering. you were falling into a spiral, staring at jaemin as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. it’s currently almost two in the morning, and you’re arguing for the first time ever. sure, you’ve had small brawls, but none close to this. none close to tears the way this one was.

it was uncommon for you and jaemin to fight. this was uncharted territory for the both of you in the relationship. your stomach twists as insecurities start to resurface, and you start to realize that this was the fall of your relationship. your heart tugs in your chest, and you heave out a loud sigh that catches jaemin’s attention. he narrows his eyes lightly, annoyance still etching his pretty face. you hated seeing him upset with you.

you sit down on the couch, exhaustion starting to poke through. it was late, as usual. and he said he would start to come by more often, but he doesn’t. he’s still showing up late every night. this leads up to you asking if he’s cheating, leading to this ridiculous fight. you knew you shouldn’t have doubted him, but it was starting to hurt. and you couldn’t help from asking.

“you really thought i would cheat on you?” he asks for the millionth time that night, picking at the wound in your heart.

you stare at him from your spot on the couch, eyes starting to well up, “i couldn’t help it, jaemin! you keep showing up late, barely answering my texts and calls. wouldn’t you think the same thing if your partner blatantly ignored you?” your voice was slightly strained from the previous shouting. you see his eyes soften at the sound. “i’m sorry, okay?”

jaemin eases up a bit, standing in his spot for a minute longer, before huffing a curse under his breath and quickly sitting himself next to you. you look away from him, a headache starting to grow from both being up so late and fighting for so long. you check the time and see it’s a little over half past two in the morning.

“i’m sorry,” jaemin starts, “i know i said i’d stop by more, and i didn’t.” jaemin fidgets in his seat when you don’t acknowledge him, not even sparing a glance or a hum.

it’s silent after this. and it starts to suffocate you, making your throat close up at the tears threatening to escape. you let out a shaky breath, starting to lean away from him. he notices the small movement, and he feels his whole entire world shatter below his feet.

“do you love me still?”

you freeze at the question, and for some reason, anger bubbles in your chest. you look at him with narrowed eyes, “do i love you?” you scoff, “jaemin, i love you more than i have ever loved anyone.” it wasn’t soft and comforting. you were spitting your words out with vile, “don’t fucking ask that.” you mumble.

it’s silent again, and you seem to soften up in the silence.

“jaemin,” you start again, looking at him finally and seeing how his nose was slightly red and his eyes were threatening to fill with tears. “because if you don’t think i love you, then,” you pause, and the air becomes heavy between the two of you, sparing dark glances, “what the hell are we fighting for here?”

and the world stands still at the question.

jaemin feels as if cold water had been dumped on him, and his heart tightens at the mere sight of you. the both of you were on the verge of tears, and you could feel your tears starting to fall down your cheeks. jaemin desperately wanted to wipe your tears away, kiss your lips, hold you close and tell you he was sorry. but he felt like he couldn’t do that now. you felt miles apart, even while sitting right in front of him. and he knew you felt the same way about him. you were breaking one another’s hearts in the silence.

“i should go.” jaemin announces in the cold air, and you want to fight him on it. you want to tug on his arm, tell him to stay. you want to kiss him and tell him you’ll get through it. but you don’t. you sit still, nodding your head at the statement as he gets up. “i’ll text you later, okay? i think we need to calm down for a bit.” and you knew that, in some ways, he was right. but you couldn’t stop the feeling in your gut that was telling you this was just the beginning of the end. maybe the both of you knew that.

“okay.” you nod your head again, and he hesitates to press a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there, before walking out the door to leave you in your thoughts. and he leaves that night, his heart heavy and tears falling down the minute he gets in his car. and you fall apart the minute he shuts the door behind him, curling up and letting your emotions roam free.

jaemin realizes he has no one else to blame but himself. you loved him, he loved you. and that should have been more than enough for the both of you. but, somehow, it wasn’t. why wasn’t it enough? were you missing something? what was missing?

you fall asleep with puffy eyes, and a hurting heart. jaemin does the same.

when you wake the next morning, the ghost of him seems to linger around the room. you can smell his cologne on your pillows, and you can practically hear the stretch he lets out every morning, a small groan leaving his lips. your bedsheets are cold, although, and your heart is empty.

checking your phone, you’re not surprised at the lack of notifs from jaemin. you only sigh, falling back into your bed and closing your eyes. your mind starts to flood of you and your lover, and you can’t seem to describe the ache in your heart at the thought of him alone.

jaemin doesn’t contact you for three days after the argument, and neither do you. you’re starting to see a pattern of him contradicting his words. he says he’ll show up more, but doesn’t. he says he’ll text and call soon, but he doesn’t. and you say nothing, and you allow him to hurt you because you love him. and jaemin knows this. deep down, he knows this.

when jaemin shows up out of the blue, late at night, you can’t say you’re surprised anymore. and the aching feeling in your chest soon turns normal at the thought of him. and you invite him in, letting him in once again. and jaemin breaks, knowing you love him through it all. he won’t ever find anyone who loves him half as much as you do. he knows, jaemin knows.

and kissing jaemin soon starts to feel like kissing a stranger. and laying next to him feels like falling asleep next to someone you barely know. but you hold onto him anyway, and he holds you back. even if jaemin knows this is the beginning of the end, he still holds you and ignores the dull ache. and you do the same. kissing him like he’s the air you breathe, loving him like he’s all you’ll ever need.

“i love you,” he says, whispering in your mouth as he kisses you softly.

“i love you, too.”

and it’s not a lie, it’s never a lie with the way you love one another.

but you knew, deep down, very deep down; you were losing your lover.

you were losing na jaemin.

you sip your coffee, stretching your limbs and letting out a noise of approval. you hear a bone or two crack and you huff at the feeling, your eyes closing momentarily before reopening again. you jump slightly in your seat as you hear your front door open. you check the time, noticing it was before midnight, hell it was before sunset, and you began to wonder if someone had broken in. and it made a twinge in your heart when you realized that him showing up late became a normal.

you leave your studies when you hear jaemin call out for your name, “y/n?”

your eyes grow heavy at the sound of his voice echoing around your apartment. you get up from your seat, heading towards the small living room section to become face to face to your boyfriend. when you catch sight of him, you notice the bags under his eyes, his chapped lips, and how he had gotten slightly thinner since you last saw him. jaemin hadn’t been visiting regularly like he used to, only showing up about once or twice a week now. the distance was tearing the both of you apart. it was strange how you could be right in front of someone, but still feel as if they were all way across the world.

“have you been taking care of yourself?” you rush towards him at the sight of him, and his heart aches from how much you still care for him. he doesn’t deserve you.

jaemin pushes your arm away as you go to reach out and cup his face. you frown at his actions, looking at him curiously. and he wanted to tell you that he doesn’t deserve you, that he shouldn’t have even came here, that you deserve better. but from just one glance into your eyes, he feels selfish all over again. and you let him be selfish for the time being.

“jaemin?” your voice was soft, and it made him melt at the sound. jaemin was so desperately in love with you. what the hell was he supposed to do without you? “you’re here early.”

ouch. that one pained him.

“yeah..” jaemin’s voice was low and croaky, filling the room as you watched his body slumping over in exhaustion.

“do you want to sleep?” you ask, wanting to reach out for his hand, but deciding against it. “you can sleep here for a bit.”

and you accept him into your home, the same way you accepted him into your heart. it makes him ache as he nods his head, following after you to your bedroom. his head is full with the scent of you as it fills the room, and he sighs at the smell. it brought him a sense of home as he laid in your sheets, noticing that you washed them and it now smells like your shampoo and laundry detergent. he watches as you climb in next to him, and he’s unsure if he should reach out to hold you or not. he wants to, his body itching to have you close just one more time. but he feels like a stranger, and you feel so far away from him.

he’s surprised when you make the first move, leaning into him as he instinctively wraps his arms around you. it was a natural position for you and him, falling into the routine that used to be there. but it felt different, so different. and you both noticed that shift in the air as you laid close to one another.

you soon realize it will never be the same with jaemin anymore.

your love soon turned into longing. it turned into chasing one another.

but you put it to rest for the time being, just one last time. one last time. you put it aside, once again, as you press a light kiss against jaemin’s lips. and he returns the gesture, holding you tighter in his arms. the aching is tangled between the two of you through the soft kiss. and he holds onto you like you’re slipping between his fingertips. and, in a way, you were. you are. the thought pains him, and he feels you pull away to rest your head back on his chest. but not before looking at him one last time.

just one last time, you swear.

one last time.

when you wake from the small nap, he isn’t there. but his cologne is, and the spot he previously laid is still just lightly warm, indicating he only left not too long ago. you swallow as you sit up in your spot on the bed, throat closing up while your eyes well up once again. this wasn’t the way it used to be. and jaemin wasn’t the jaemin you once knew.

jaemin leaves you empty.

one last time.

the next time jaemin spends the night, he ends up staying until morning. you can feel how tense the air is as you both wake, separating from one another to get out of bed. you hear the soft stretch jaemin does, his noise of approval leaving his throat. and you try to remember it and lock it away for as long as you can.

as the two of you make breakfast, it’s silent. and there’s no kisses exchanged, no hugs, just silence. and it feels empty in the cold apartment. you remember the warm mornings with him as he eats beside you at the table, and your body starts to ache. but, most importantly, your heart was shattering as the love of your life slipped out of your grip.

when the both of you finish, you’re left in the deafening silence once again. and you can’t take it anymore. you can’t do this anymore and act like it’s healthy for either of you while knowing it’s not. you sniffle, and jaemin hears it, his head shooting up at the sound. he sees the way your eyebrows furrow and your lips tremble, and it breaks his heart. his eyes soften, rushing towards you like you did a few nights prior to him.

“hey,” jaemin hushes, voice groggy still from sleep, “why are you crying?”

“because, jaemin,” you sob, “i loved you. i loved you hard, i loved you bad, i loved you so..” you breathe and look at him with watery eyes, filling to the brim and falling over like an overfilled glass, “i loved you so, so damn much.”

he could feel it.

you could feel it.

this was the ending of the end.

he listens to the crack in your voice as you speak, and he desperately wants to keep fighting for you. he wants to be selfish, just one more time. but he realizes that it’ll always be just ‘one more time’ or ‘one last time’ with one another. it will always be that way, and it would only bring pain each and every time. jaemin feels his earth shattering as he realizes this was it. this was definitely it.

you place yourself on the couch, and he follows right after you.

“there’s no fixing this, is there?” the question makes his heart tighten.

“i don’t think so.” you sob again at his answer, even while knowing the truth beforehand. your love for him was so overpowering, and you realized you would only continue to hurt yourself if this kept going on any longer. jaemin became a stranger, and the distance grew stronger. you hoped jaemin would come back around once he was done being alone, and you swore you would wait forever if it meant not letting go. but you were tearing yourself apart, and he knew this. you knew this.

“you deserve the world,” he says to you, looking at you with sad eyes, his own eyes welling up at the sight of his lover falling apart because of him, “but i don’t think i’m your world.” he wasn’t giving you the world, he concludes.

and the nights you would stay up just for him come rushing back. the endless nights of you waiting, light on the side of your bed, phone off silent just to hear a notif fall through or a call to pick up. you remember the longing feeling you got each night. you remember jaemin slipping in all those night, pressing a kiss to your lips and forehead before telling you to get some sleep. you remember the days he would come over just to tell you how his day went. you remember his coffee order and how he would always drink an excessive amount. you remember nagging him for it and telling him it was unhealthy. you remember him cutting back on the coffee orders just for you. you remember the way he would always caress your cheek and kiss your lips before walking out your door just to catch one last glance of you before leaving. you remember hearing your phone go off with a text just seconds after he closes the door to tell you he missed you already.

you remember the jaemin you once knew.

and you knew that wasn’t this jaemin anymore.

as much as it pained you, you knew.

and maybe you knew all along this was going to happen. but you still managed to shove it aside, until it was completely tearing you apart and you were left feeling more and more empty than before. you sigh, trying to calm yourself down as the inevitable was laid right in front of you.

jaemin looks at you, “i loved you so, so damn much too.”

you huff out a breath of air as more tears start to stream down your face. you still love him. and you knew there was no erasing that feeling when it came to jaemin, and you knew you would never forget him. jaemin became someone so special to you. he became your first love, and it was quite cliche, but you swore that, in some ways, he was your soulmate.

this wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

but as you stare back into jaemin’s eyes, you know there’s no turning back from this. and you ache and hurt and it feels like the walls are closing in on you as you start the journey of letting jaemin go. walking him out the door had to be the most painful experience you’ve ever felt. watching as he gathered his stuff, took his clothes he left there for times he slept over, returning the key you gave him to your apartment, watching as he began to erase the memories of him being there.

“i love you,” he starts before walking out of the door, looking at you with sincere eyes and pressing a kiss to your lips and then your forehead. “i will never stop loving you, and i am so fucking sorry it ended like this.”

and, soon, the apartment was empty again.

but the ghost of him lingered.

and you ached like no other, and you were left crying the days away as you tried to wash your sheets every night to get rid of his cologne that still stained the covers. and you’re suddenly very aware of jaemin’s words once spoken to you a long time ago when the two of you first began dating.

“if there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. i’ll stay there forever.”

he was quoting winnie the pooh, and you remember lightly laughing at his dorkish behavior before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and telling him that would never happen. and you remember feeling full of love, full of happiness. you remember when you had the jaemin you once fell in love with. and you remember when loving jaemin didn’t feel like loving a stranger. and you remember telling jaemin you’ll keep his words in mind anyway.

you wished you could tell him you remembered before he left.

when you finally manage to wash his scent out of your sheets, you’re left feeling empty once again. you lay on your bed and close your eyes. it’s only been three weeks and two days since the break up, but you’re still feeling heavier than ever. you never imagined a world where jaemin wasn’t in it after he showed up, and now you’re living the harsh reality of having to live without him.

you will have to learn the ways of letting go of na jaemin.

“i love you,” you whisper, knowing he was no longer there. knowing he was no longer your boyfriend. knowing you couldn’t kiss him and call him and text him and hug him whenever you wanted anymore. knowing he was going to find another person to give his love to in the end.

you knew. you know.

you sigh, rolling over and slowly opening your eyes.

this was the beginning of the undoing of na jaemin.

it’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. it sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “this is love.” and we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. but people change. people aren’t pictures. and you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.

a/n: please give this lots of love!!!! i worked super hard on this one and it took a lot longer than expected lol thank you for reading ! i really hope you like this one, as it’s very personal to me :)

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imaginexxharry · 3 years

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"Can you slow down?" For the writing prompts

Um Hi! It’s been awhile lol. I’ve been inspired to write again and loved how this turned out. Let me know what you think and send requests here.

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You don’t remember how you ended up like this. With Harry kissing you as you sit on top of the check out counter you’ve worked behind for hours on end. One second you were closing the bookstore and putting the new releases out for tomorrow. While Harry was doing his job at the end of the night sweeping the floors and cataloging books that found their way in the wrong section. Everything was normal and routine. You and Harry were just talking and about to lock up when he leaned in and kissed you.

It at first caught you off guard and you were confused, but you didn’t object. But the one thing you did know was that you always thought Harry was sweet and charming. You instantly had a crush on him the first day you started working at the bookstore a couple of months ago. He was always helpful when he trained you on how to operate the computer system and where certain books go. He had patience and never got mad when you would mess up the order logs.

But he also made you incredibly nervous whenever he was around because he was insanely attractive. You had to remind yourself not to gawk at him during work hours. But you never thought he would ever take any interest in you. For months now you have become close friends but that’s all just friends. You never thought it was more than that. But here you were kissing Harry.

Correction- Harry kissed you and you couldn’t help but smile into it making Harry’s heart leap.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this'' You panted trying to catch your breath. It’s not like you didn’t want to kiss him. You really did but you were supposed to be locking up for the night.

Harry pulled back just for a split second “It’s okay I'm pretty much in charge now since Ronnie is out of town for a few weeks.”

He looks down at your swollen lips and back at your eyes and smirks before cupping your chin to connect your lips again. But you stop him.

“I know but I feel guilty not getting the work done” You admitted and Harry laughed.

He pulled back completely to look at you. His eyes scanned your figure as you sat on top of the counter where you guys have helped customers buy books a million times. And here you were all perched upon it, eyes all doe-eyed and lips red. He thought you looked cute.

“What?” The way he was looking at you made your face heat up but also made you feel self-conscious.

“Nothing” he shakes his head “That’s why I like you Y/N always so hardworking.”

“You like me?” You say not believing him. It’s not that you don’t think of yourself as someone worth liking. It’s just that Harry was always just your co-worker and friend, nothing else.

“No, I just full-on kissed you because I hate your guts. And definitely not because I wanted to do that since the first day I started training you.” His eyes never left yours as he revealed this.

The bookstore was empty and all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat. Harry just confessed that he’s liked you since the first day you came here and you were stunned.

“Oh?”

“Oh what? Is it really that surprising?” Harry chuckles at how confused you look.

“I just- ummm.... I don’t know I didn’t think you liked me like that. You never showed interest in being anything but my friend ” You crossed your legs and fiddled with your hands looking down.

“Hmm” he hums looking around the room in deep thought. You were about to say something else when he decided to speak again.

“So all those times I stayed back to help you organize the bookshelf when it was my time to check out? Or when I would always bring you your favorite latte from the coffee shop across the street? Or all the times I wanted to spend time with you even when I finished training you?”

Harry places his hands on your knees and spreads them apart so he is standing between your legs now.

“Just to be clear you thought I did all that because I just wanted to be your friend?” He was so close you could feel his piercing green eyes bore into your own. His cute dimple was in full view because he was teasing, and he thought you were the most adorable thing he has ever laid his eyes on. You just wanted to lean forward and kiss him again, but you didn’t.

You sigh before saying, “I honestly really did. I just thought that you were being your nice self.” You say truthfully.

“I see..Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove to you that I don’t wanna be just your friend.” He looks down at your lips and lightly brushes your hair from your face before he closes the small space and kisses you again.

But this time it felt different. Harry was trying to show you how much he liked you. How much he wanted you.

Your head was spinning and your whole body felt like it was on fire. You’ve never done anything like this before. You’ve never had a boyfriend and you’ve only had one other kiss. If you could even call it that from this douchey frat boy in college and it was an awful kiss.

But you were even more nervous this time because your initial reaction was shock but now his lips felt familiar. But you pushed your nerves aside and brought your hands up to his face and deepened the kiss. Kissing Harry was magical and it felt right. You didn’t care that you were in the middle of a bookstore and someone could see you if they walked past the window.

Harry’s mouth traced down to your neck and you felt like you were gonna fall off the counter if he kept making these beautiful attacks below your ear. And suddenly your body lifted off the table slightly as you tried to control this urge to move closer to him. Harry’s hands found your waist to keep you in place as his lips found your collar bone at the same time his hand went under your shirt.

“Har-ry” you tried to say but it came out more like a whisper.

“Hmm?” He asks while still kissing you. You felt the vibration of his response throughout your whole body. Harry's warm hands were tracing your skin making you shudder and your mind started to race.

Suddenly you felt extremely nervous. You’ve never done anything like this before with a boy. You didn’t know what you were doing and everything was happening so fast. Even though everything Harry was doing felt wonderful you were still new with all things intimacy.

“Can you slow down?” You ask softly.

Seconds later Harry’s hands left your waist and he pulled away from you.

“Of course, I’m sorry if I read the situation wrong your lips are just so kissable” He was far away from you now and you suddenly wanted to take it all back because you missed his warm body next to yours.

“No! I mean no... trust me I do like you too and I really liked what we were just doing. I just I've never...done anything like that I just got a bit nervous is all.”

“I make you nervous?” Harry smirks making you feel embarrassed so you put your hands over your warm face. He laughed at your reaction and pulled your hands away so he could see you.

“Nevermind, It’s stupid. I’m just overthinking it.” You say shrugging your shoulders

“Hey no you're not. I understand what you're saying. Y/N We can go as slow as you want you just have to tell me what you want and I’ll do it for you lovie”

Your heart swelled from the fact that Harry didn’t make you feel bad for wanting to take things slow. He was so sweet and that nickname almost made your knees weak if you weren’t sitting down.

“I do really like kissing you so can we do more of just that?” You say shyly

“Your wish is my command”

Kissing Harry the third time was definitely your favorite. He cupped your cheek in his hand and this time he kissed you slowly and passionately it took your breath away. You weren’t shocked or nervous this time all you felt was an overwhelming desire to bring him closer and never let him stop. You forgot you were in the bookstore all you could think about was Harry.

So you grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him closer. He was caught off guard but he smiled into the kiss and laughed making you giggle. Which made it easy for him to slip his tongue into you. At that moment you never felt something so heavenly that you couldn’t control the small moan you let out as a reaction.

A loud bang caused you both to break apart. And you both looked down at the stapler on the ground that one of you must have accidentally hit in your heat of passion. You both start laughing.

“Maybe it’s time we actually do our jobs and lock up.” Harry said and you frown wanting to keep kissing him, but you nodded your head.

“Yeah..we should probably stop making out and finish up.” You slid your hands down away from his collar and brought your hands to your lap.

“Well, I never said we couldn’t continue this later.” Harry smirks and takes your hand to help you off the counter.

“But we still have so much more to do.” You say looking at the bookstore.

“The night is still young Y/N and you’ll be surprised how fast I can get things done with you as my motivation.”

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just-a-creep-babe · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 16

Jason the Toymaker: Holding Hands

W why did I think holding hands was an acceptable prompt for this? Why did no one try to stop me? Smdh,,,,,,,, I’m blaming you guys

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“Twirl for me, doll~”

The man’s voice is low and silky, his lips curling into a smirk in the reflection of the antique mirror

You gladly obey, spinning in place, enjoying the way the fabric feels when it puffs up and twists with the motion of your hips

“Slower, angel”

The pleased drawl in his voice has your heart fluttering in your chest

Again, you twirl in place, moving slower, giving him more of a show to admire his handiwork

The dress is absolutely breathtaking—no doubt about it

He tilts his head, dazzling features lost in thought for a moment

And then he offers up his hand to take, returning his full attention towards you

You try to ignore the warmth blossoming to your cheeks as you place your hand in his

His long, elegant fingers wrap around yours, the feeling somehow both comforting and electrifying at the same time

“Again,” he all but purrs

This time, your spin is much, much slower

His hand grasping yours leads the pace, giving him more than enough time to absorb every detail of the fabric hugging your curves

“Such a pretty thing~” he croons once you’re back to facing the mirror

And though he seems satisfied with what you’ve shown him, he still doesn’t let go of your hand

The simple contact, admittedly, has you feeling hot, your body tingling as the warmth of his body presses closer to yours

No matter how long you’d been with the demon, you could never quite get used to the way he spoke, or the way he sometimes eyed you up and down—like you were a delicacy he was moments away from indulging in

The faintest touches never failed to get your blood pumping and your thoughts swimming

He tilts your face up with his free index finger, so you’ve no choice but to look at your reflection

“Look at how perfect you look, angel. So divine~”

You know he wants you to look at yourself, but your gaze ends up wandering to him instead

He seems to notice this, and it has him smirking

He takes a seat on the vanity chair and, still clasping your hand in his, he tugs you down so that you’re sitting on his lap

You squirm, trying to get settled, when you feel his erection press against your backside

You freeze

His breath is warm on your neck as he chuckles, his grip tightening around your fingers, urging you to give the faintest squeeze in return

He carefully moves your hair to one side of you face and nuzzles into your neck, breathing your scent, taking in as much of you as he can

“My precious doll” he murmurs

His voice sounds huskier, deeper than it did a few moments ago

You suppress a whimper, fidgeting in his hold as you try to rub your thighs together, involuntarily looking for some kind of relief from the ache between your legs

He doesn’t hesitate to trail his free hand up your thighs, moving beneath all the layers of silk and lace to rub one long stroke up your slit

The contact has you stiffening, a gasp catching in your throat, your hips buckling as he reaches your clit

“P-please,” you breathe

“Please what, little doll?”

You swallow thickly, looking anywhere but at the mirror because you probably look like a mess and he barely started touching you

“Please... touch me, uhm… u-under”

He smiles into your neck

Every steady stroke has you growing wetter, soaking your panties as they push up into your slit, nestling ever so closer against your throbbing clit

“Mmh, you want me to play with your pretty little cunt, angel?”

He circles your bundle of nerves, toying with you at his own leisure

Your head rolls back onto his shoulder, arching faintly into him, one hand squeezing his while the other grips the armrest

“Yes… please”

He tugs the material aside, and then everything feel so much more sensitive as he slowly gathers up your arousal between two digits

Up and down, he drags his fingers along your slit, savoring the way you squirm and whimper and squeeze his hand with every jolt of pleasure raking up your spine

A groan bubbles past your lips, accompanied by quiet little pleas for more because he’s driving you insane

And then, finally, after what feels like way too long, he pushes one finger into your tight entrance, teasing it in before adding a second one

“F-fuck, Master~”

You try to roll your pelvis up into him, and it has him making what sounds like both a groan and a purr

He tilts his hand so that the heel of his palm grinds into your clit as he slowly works his fingers into your sopping sex

“Such a beautiful doll”

You almost shiver at the rumbling of his voice

And then he’s pulling his fingers from your core and shifting beneath you

There’s the sound of fabric rustling, followed by a breathy sigh, and then his hand, still slick with your arousal, gently lifts you up and settles you down on his full length

Inch by inch, he seats you on his cock—and the sheer size of him has you mewling openly in delight

“Atta girl, so nice and responsive~” he groans

Your core clenches and unclenches around him, trying to get used to the way he presses into your walls, splitting your insides wide open

And then he brings his fingers to his mouth, humming pleasantly at your taste, before grabbing your hips and guiding you so that you’re rocking on top of him

The pace he has you setting is slow and even, with synchronized thrusts that have your skin smacking against him, filling the room with the sounds of your pleasure

Your brows furrow, face contorting in bliss as his cock rubs right against your most sensitive spot, sending your cunt spazzing around him

And then he releases his grip on your thighs, letting you take full control, only to offer up his second hand for you to hold

You take it without second thought, using the newfound grip to steady yourself as you bounce yourself up and down on his perfect cock

“F-fuck—“ you groan, “fuck, fuck, fuck!~”

His fingers tighten around yours, his cock twitching, and you squeeze around him, whimpering pathetically

“Does my little angel enjoy that? Does that feel nice, darling?”

You nod, choking out a moan

“Y-yes, f-feels so good~”

You want so badly to rub at your aching clit, but he’s not letting go of your hands and it’s torturous

You pick up the pace, growing desperate, driving yourself harder and faster down onto him until you can’t stop cinching around him

Every stroke has you breathless, panting obscenities between lewd moans as your peak grows, your silky walls fluttering tightly around him

“So good for me, little angel. So tight and perfect for me to use~”

He presses his lips to your neck, nipping bruises and planting hungry kisses that have sharp teeth breaking through skin

Your peak beckons, so unbearably close that all you can do is moan and whine for him, the feeling of his cock repeatedly ramming your insides completely taking over your senses

And when he coaxes you to cum with more honeyed praises, your body submits to him, buckling in frantic thrusts as you ride out your high through the rustling of the dress

Your muscles tense, fingers grasping his until your knuckles turn white

With a low, smoldering moan, he reaches his own climax as well, cock twitching and spluttering cum, filling you to the brim with his thick seed

You sit on top of him, panting, your face flushed and glowing in the mirror—though you can’t even begin to compete with the way he looks—so utterly captivating and divine in the afterglow of his orgasm

He seems to almost purr as he presses you further into him, pulling your back flush against his chest

“Such a perfect doll” he sighs

He runs the pad of his thumbs over your hands, stroking at the underside of your palm

You settle back into him with a content noise, closing your eyes and enveloping yourself in his embrace

The last thing you feel as you slip into unconsciousness is the gentleness of his fingertips tracing over your soft hands

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whimsywispsblog · 3 years

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Fault in Our Stars

Warning: PTSD, references to childhood abuse and trauma, sexual trauma and depression.

Inspired by: @vukis2

Lips quivering. Tears trailing. Body shaking from the cold and fear. Eyes widened- alarmed and frightened.

Running into the dark forest was definitely a bad idea. But what was Donna to do other than run? Run for her dear life? Run away somewhere- somewhere away from the lands infested with blood-sucking vampiric creatures that feasted on her family's blood, leaving her the youngest and the damaged for last.

Damaged. Ruined. In every sense. In every way, a woman is not to be ruined.

The hazy light of the gloomy skies shaded by the canopies of the tall and twisted brown trees lit the dark path ahead. Each step was taken carefully as the rustling of the carpet of dried leaves, and twigs below Donna's feet gave a crisp crackle, each sound making the girl turn back while tightly squeezing the arm of her ragged doll, Angie. And the sounds of the high-pitched giggles turned into ear-piercing shrieks. In the dark forests, vile creatures lurk in every corner, staggering and tottering in the shadows hunting their doomed prey. A forest lore, narrated by every village person. Or was it a forewarning left to the villagers by the unfortunate quarries who could never return to see another sunrise?

Most never knew which, but that day, Donna realised that it was the latter.

The dark forests always played with its victims' minds: most never escaped from its evil clutches, and the ones that did, they were driven to insanity by never-ending nightmares of its devilish creatures. There was no escape.

Donna stopped as she heard sudden footsteps approaching. They were fast, very fast.

'Run.' 'Run.' 'Run.' She kept commanding her body, but her legs shook and felt heavy, making the girl fall on her knees. The girl refused to turn back, and she closed her eyes. The wind was strong, pushing her backwards as if tempting her to open her eyes and see what stood behind her.

And then, the sounds of the ravens squawking, but in human tongue filled the languid air of the forests. Their crows were so frightening, so horrifying that they made poor Donna's flesh bleed and cut.

//"She the woman who made the Devil destroy the paradise for a kiss,"//

"I did not fall. I did not fall." The girl repeated the sentence over and over again, clutching Angie close to her breasts. The ravens flew around her, its sharp beaks piercing through her tender skin, its shrill squeaks hurting her sensitive ears, the pitch getting louder and louder until it started ringing in her ears. They started ripping her hair from her scalp and skinning her thighs, relishing in her decaying flesh.

The girl then let out a loud scream.

"HE PUSHED ME!"

//"No one questions the Devil, whore!"//

And with that, it was back to the eerie tranquillity of the forests.

Eyes watching. Ears listening. Tongues wetting. Stomachs growling.

She was tired. Scared. But determined to escape from the forests' demons. But would she?

Donna shook her head sideways, swallowing all her doubts. She was going to escape and start her life anew, somewhere far, far away. In lands where she was not damaged. Not cursed. But welcomed with open hearts and warm smiles. And with that, she pushed herself up, not letting her mind succumb to the dark pits of self-doubt.

The frigid air bit into the girl's tender skin through her ripped clothes and burnt her lungs while numbing her nose. The girl hugged herself, trying to keep the cold away. Lips pale, eyes swollen, hair covered in icicles, and her body covered in dried blood and mud. It seemed like the path went on forever, and the sky-kissing mountains were just an illusion.

The earthy smell after the first rainfall that loomed over the dark lands slowly faded away as a more metallic smell with burnt char took over—burning flesh. Someone or something was close.

Donna chanted words of Orison to her creator- for protection. For courage. For salvation. And if the Gods chose to cut her thread of fate, then so be it. She was ready to welcome the torment of hell that awaited her. Somewhere away from the abhorrent lands that she walked on. Was walking on. Her trembling hands tightly clasped on Angie's neck while her steps became slower and more cautious.

The girl found a rock big enough to hide behind as the smell got stronger and sounds of inhuman growls got louder. She didn't want to see them as she shut her eyes tightly, her prayers chanted at a frantic pace bobbing her head back and forth. Until. A human voice caught her attention- a voice which she regretted listening to.

"Take the fat one. That's all you will get for the night," A bunch of snarls poured out from all directions until the person finally screamed, "SHUT UP! Go find more food somewhere else!"

The sound of soft whimpers made Donna peek from behind the rock. In a wooden cage were 6 small-sized men, looking down at the creatures in fear. They were the dwarfs. On the ground was a giant dwarf that shouted for mercy, as his limbs were torn from all sides and his body ripped with the splatter of blood and his insides. Donna held back her urge to gasp, biting her tongue so hard that she felt the taste of blood in her mouth.

"Oi fish freak!" Donna's attention shifted from the mutilated remnants of the corpse to that of a man, tall and sturdy with messy, greasy grey hair covered by a hat. He wore a long brown coat that swayed with his every movement. He had a gigantic hammer in his hand, one that made the girl tremble in fear. Not only could this man control a horde of dangerous human-eating monsters, but he was also burly, judging by the size of the metallic hammer.

"Hey, moron! Yeah, you! Come here ya quim!" A blob-like grotesque creature stumbled towards the man. It looked so ugly and ghastly that Donna felt the contents of her stomach rise to her throat.

"Fry these midgets and send them to Miranda." The fish-creature bowed its entire body as if nodding to the man. The man with the hammer turned away, facing the rock as a slight smirk appeared on his face, and that scared Donna. Did he see her?

Donna pulled herself behind the rock as she breathed in heavily, hoping that he hadn't seen her. She felt something warm and wet on her shoulder, and she slowly looked up. To her horror, one of those creatures stood behind her, looking at her famished. The girl let out a loud scream, pulling Angie close to her chest. But before the creature could put its sharp rotten nails on her, its head was smashed by something, making its blood splash all over her. The girl, who was still in shock, stared at the creature's headless remains, her body trembling like a leaf and her heartbeat thudding loudly.

Suddenly, her hair was grabbed, and she was picked up like a rag doll. Her eyes stayed fixated on the mushy brown ground, but a gloved hand grabbed her face and forced her to look at the person. It was the man with a hammer.

"Mhmm...Young blood," He said, observing the girl's face. His eyes landed on her ruby-red necklace. "Scarlet, eh." The man dropped Donna, and she landed with a soft grunt. He bent down to her level, watching her closely. The girl was about to beg for grace. The sounds of painful screams made her turn towards the horrific scene. The dwarfs were set on fire, all of them hurdling close to each other, screaming into each other's bodies as if sharing their pain and death.

The man in front of her grabbed her face and made him look at her again, pulling out something from his coat. An apple. Delightfully red. He brought the fruit closer to the girl's lips. Without wasting another second, Donna grabbed the apple from his hand and bit into its scrumptious flesh, greedily and ravenously. Without chewing properly, she bit into more and more until she choked a few pieces out.

The man watched the girl eat in dark amusement. A raven perched on his shoulder, crowing in his ears, making him grimace.

"Yeah yeah, it's poisoned." He said, shooing the raven away. The girl was just halfway through her apple, but she felt dizzy and sick. It was as if the world was spinning at such a fast pace, and she felt as if she was losing control of her body. The man effortlessly put the girl on his shoulder and walked away while magically getting his hammer to fly right into his hands.

...

Donna's eyes fluttered open to the sound of people talking and the muffled mewls of a younger person, probably a girl. She felt hot, and an unusual but familiar pain tingled throughout her body, pulsating through each nerve excruciatingly. The girl tried to move her wrists, but there was something tight and sharp clamped around her wrists, restraining any movement.

Angie...Angie wasn't there in her hands. Donna bolted up, alarmed and terrified. The room she was in was quite cold, dark and damp, like the inside of a cave. It was dimly lit by the lamps on the walls. In front of her stood a woman with raven feathers unfurled behind her. To her right was the hammer-man, telling the woman about something. Between them was another chained girl with platinum blonde hair, bloodied, bruised and naked. Probably a survivor. Or a prey.

The lady with the raven feathers grabbed the blonde girl's face and lifted her up, her feet away from the ground.

"Young Rose...Fresh virgin blood," The woman mused with a slight grin, squeezing the girl, Rose's face. The woman brought her closer, taking a deep whiff of the girl's neck. "She smells delicious. Girls! Come here!" The woman shouted, and out of the shadows glided three women, giggling and jumping with their faces covered in blood. As they walked, a swarm of flies surrounded them and, out of their sleeves, fell off maggots- wet and slimy.

The raven woman threw Rose in their direction, and the poor girl fell with a loud thud. "Her blood, please." The woman ordered the three girls.

"Of course, Mother Miranda!" The girls giggled and laughed, taking Rose and throwing her to a bed of needles and kept pushing her deeper into the sharp metal, impaling the helpless girl's body. The cave echoed with the laughter of the insect-witches and the weak cries of dying Rose.

Donna watched the scene in horror and started crawling backwards until her back hit the wall. The raven lady, Mother Miranda, turned her attention to Donna, looking at her with steely darkened eyes. The woman disappeared into a murder of crows and suddenly appeared in front of the girl and kneeled down to her eye level. Her pale and cold fingers grabbed the girl's jaw and pulled her forward, observing her closely.

"What is your name, child?"

"D-Donna", The girl stuttered, shaking uncontrollably. "Donna Beneviento."

"Ah, House Beneviento! My daughters and their spawns recently ravaged their Village and families," Mother Miranda chimed, looking at the three insect-witches who kept stabbing Rose's mutilated corpse with their large metallic nails. "Young Rose was from there."

"W-Why d-do you kill?" Mother Miranda smiled at the girl as she pushed the stray strands of her hair behind her ear.

"Human fear and blood keep us alive." The woman traced her fingers across Donna's cheekbones. "We were damned by the Old Gods, the ones who were in favour of your wretched kind."

"Y-you are all m-monsters!" Donna choked out, pushing herself away from the woman's touch. Mother Miranda grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair and pulled her close, biting the girl's neck. Donna let out a piercing scream, trying to pull herself away from the woman.

"Ah, that's a first. You're not Virgin blood. Unchaste!" Miranda raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl in disgust.

//"Stained and the tarnished scent of the vile harlot"//

A tiny scar near the girl's left eye caught Miranda's attention. The woman roughly pushed her hair away and looked at Donna's blistered scar in revulsion. "And she is a cripple."

"Not a virtuous Doll, eh?" The hammer man chimed, looking at Donna in amusement, but once his eye landed on her scar, his smile dropped.

Doll...Doll...Angie! Donna gasped and looked up at the hammer man in distress. "Angie! Where is Angie, my doll?!"

"Burning." Mother Miranda replied with an indifferent expression.

"W-What? N-no! NO!" Donna screamed and shouted, trying to push herself upon Miranda, but the woman was strong. Without much effort, she slapped Donna, making the girl break down into a whimpering mess.

Angie. The only remnant of her innocence now burnt away in the heat.

"This one's of no use to me."

"But she smells so delightful!" Said one of the insect witches, sniffing her around and licking the blood of the wound where Miranda had bitten her.

"Indeed she is, child. But your Mother won't be pleased with any of you drinking impure blood," Miranda spat, looking at Donna in contempt. Donna looked down, ashamed and embarrassed at the way they kept taunting her. Just like how she was harassed in her Village for something that wasn't even her fault...

'I did not fall...I did not fall...'

"Alright then, she can be a nice play-thing for the Lycans." The hammer man said, putting his hammer on the ground and resting his weight on it.

"Fine then, Heisenberg. The girl's fate is in your hands." Mother Miranda got up, glaring at the girl.

His name is...Heisenberg? Familiar name.

The man nodded, grabbed the girl's chain. He pulled the chain sharply with a slight grunt, making the girl stumble and dragged her across the sharp stony ground. Donna let out soft mewls of pain.

"Quit your whining!" He said as he dragged her slower this time, making every inch of her skin throb, red and wet.

Sounds of metal grinding metal stirred the girl from her disturbed slumber. She wasn't sure how she slept off. She was still shackled in chains, but instead of being seated in front of a Cult family, she sat alone in a chamber, cold. And wet.

"Ah, you're up!" A loud, boisterous sound made the girl flinch lightly. She slowly tilted her head up to look at the person.

Heisenberg. Smirking and eyes glinting with mischief. He held out a water jug to the girl. Although she desperately needed it to quench her thirst and wet her dried mouth, after the poisoned apple, she was afraid.

"Relax, there's nothing in the water," Heisenberg rolled his eyes in annoyance. The girl hesitated to take the glass from him, which caused the man to groan in frustration and sipped a little of the water. "See? I am alive. It's normal water,"

Donna quickly grabbed the jug from him with trembling hands and drank the water, messily and shakily, the water running down her neck. She drank in so fast that the poor girl choked on water, coughing up some of it.

Heisenberg chuckled, sliding a plate of stale bread and some bright coloured fruit. The girl didn't wait for another second and quickly devoured the food down, juice of the squished fruit staining her skin and clothes. Heisenberg observed the girl quietly with a neutral expression. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it up, smoking in a direction away from the girl's face.

"W-Why a-are y-you not killing m-me?" Donna's soft stutters pulled the man out of his thoughts. He rubbed his eyes as he contemplated her question, letting out a soft yawn.

"Didn't you hear what I told Miranda?" Donna nodded her head sideways, making the man sigh. "A play-thing for the beasts."

"W-Will they...k-kill me?"

"That depends." Heisenberg shrugged, walking away from the room. "Oh, and the chains will stay. " He said, closing the door behind him.

Donna pulled her legs close to her chest, tears trailing down her eyes. Her skin was bruised and bloodied, her clothes tattered, she stank, she was starved, she was tortured, and she was ruined. Too much for a lifetime.

The sound of the crow of a raven made the girl lookup. 'How did that bird get in?' The girl thought, looking at the bird baffled. The raven had red eyes and looked at the girl menacingly. It let out one more shrill crow and dove straight towards her, its sharp beak pointing at her. Donna curled into her legs and let out a whimper, too tired to scream. But the attack never happened. Instead, a laugh- malicious and vulgar- emerged. Donna looked up, and there stood the Hag.

//Broken disgusting whore! Shame on you!//

Donna didn't fight back. She stayed quiet, thinking of her time at home, back in the Village. The Hag continued with her taunts and screams, her ravens poking the girl's delicate flesh, but the girl was too tired, too lost. Too broken.

"I know," Donna whispered, fresh hot tears trailing down her cheek as she remembered the night, back in the Village, when she got the Stigma of the Fallen Maiden- The whore.

Bodies sticking together with sweat. A heavy weight on her chest crushing the delicate flesh of her breasts. Hair yanked and tugged with a few strands ripped off. Teeth biting deep into her skin, blood flowing out of it. An unbearable pain as she felt herself lose her chastity and virtue...No longer virginal and innocent. She was marked and claimed by another man.

//You are no graceful deer like a faithful virtuous maiden! You intoxicate them with your ardour! You vile demon!//

"I know," Donna whispered again, her eyes heavy and burning and swollen. She cried no more. She couldn't. There was nothing to cry for. She was forever going to be this- a whore.

"Oi Hag! Get the fuck outta here! Go teach your lessons about virtues and morality to those Demitrescu girls." It was Heisenberg. The Hag turned back at the man and laughed loudly and sharply, making both Donna and Heisenberg wince in pain. The older woman burst into raven feathers, disappearing from the room. Heisenberg turned his attention towards Donna. He took a few steps towards her until he was close enough.

"I know what happened that night," He said, looking dead into Donna's shocked eyes. How did he know? The man sat down, placing his hammer by his side and taking his hat off, running his hand through his hair.

"H-how did y-you know?" Donna asked, looking up to the man.

"Tales like these spread fast through the Village and beyond." He shrugged. Donna nodded, her eyes glued to the cold ground, observing its cracks and crevices. "You don't remember me do you?" Donna looked at the man. The name Heisenberg did ring a bell for her. But she couldn't recall from where. "Ya remember the name, Karl?"

Karl...Karl...Heisenberg...

Karl Heisenberg! Heisenberg's son!

Donna nodded her head lightly, old memories of their time together as children returning to her. It was him.

The only child in the Village who was never afraid of her or treated her differently. Every time they were together, Karl's father would forcefully pull him away, shouting and screaming and hitting him for playing with the Spawn of Demon. But that never stopped Karl from going back to her.

Until.

They turned 16. She was a woman, and he was a man. She grew beautiful, and he grew taller.

She couldn't remember much, except one night during the Village's ritual: Young women who bled for the first time.

It was in the outskirts of the woods. Young Karl and Young Donna. Sitting by the rock. Moonlight dancing on their youthful flustered faces. Karl's gentle hand on her cheek, pulling her closer. And closer. And closer. Lips just touching. So soft.

"You disgusting boy!" And after that, all she remembered was being pushed away by Karl's father, her head hitting the ground sharply. And Karl's faint cries, "Donna!"

"W-Where d-did you go after that day?" Donna asked, her hands deeply buried into the fabric of her clothes.

"Father sent me away to another Village, to live with my uncle. Cruel man- known to straighten up Wild Things. But I just ran away." He shrugged. There was a silence between the pair. But this was a comfortable one—just the sounds of their breathing, with the gentle whistle of the winds outside.

"Why here?"

"Mhmm?" Heisenberg peered at Donna, rubbing his scruff. "Ah well, like you, that useless Hag caught me. But things are fine here. I get a roof on my head, food and clothes. No whores though," He snickered but immediately stopped seeing Donna flinch at the word. "If you want to survive here, don't let that hag get to you."

"Do you have any advice on how I'll survive you?" The girl asked.

"Huh. Why do ya ask?"

"You say I am a play-thing for the Lycans. You said they might eat me."

"Ah, that. Yes, the Lycans do enjoy the company. They're just dogs." He said nonchalantly, waving his hand.

"But I don't want to stay here."

"Unfortunately, Donna, for people like you and me who are called 'wild' and 'vile', this is the only place that we get close to home." Donna looked away, feeling fresh hot tears prickling in her eyes.

"There's no 'we', Karl," The girl snapped. Karl hid his surprise at her sudden change of demeanour behind an irritated scowl. "I am everything you're not. I am not a vile whore-"

"GODDAMIT DONNA", Karl stood up, throwing away his hammer in frustration, breaking something nearby. "How long, how fucking long are you gonna keep crying about that bullshit?! It happened. You were fucked, whether you like it or not. Going around telling everyone that you aren't a whore won't change anything-"

"I know," Donna whispered, shivering from cold and fear. "Believe me, I know." The woman looked up to Karl, staring deep into his eyes. "But that doesn't make me a whore. That doesn't make me vile."

"Then you fucking accept the circumstances. It is written in our fates." Heisenberg sighed.

Donna stared at Heisenberg, pained by the helplessness that radiated off him, as the memory played in her mind.

Fate...

"Karl, your father won't let me be with you. Forget being near you. Your reputation will be tarnished because of me. The Village thinks I am cursed," Said a 15-year-old Donna. It was nighttime during one of their many midnight trysts in the woods. When the Villagers were fast asleep, and no one tried to hurt the couple.

"To hell with the Villagers and my father. They can say whatever the fuck they want, but I will have this life my way, and I will take you with me." Donna smiled softly, feeling her heart fluttering at her lover's determination and adamance to want a life with her despite all the difficulties they would face.

"But what if this is how things have to be? What if it is just...written in our stars?"

"Well then, fuck the stars. It's our lives. No one has a say in it. You choose your path and if that makes you happy, then fuck everything else. You choose your fate," He said, planting a soft peck on her cheek.

"You told me that day, we choose our fate, Karl," Heisenberg grunted, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Yea. I fucking did. Now, where has it got us both, hm?"

Donna stood up from her place shakily and limped towards Karl until she could feel the tug of her shackles. She was close enough. She raised a hand towards the man's face, but before she could touch him, his hand shot up and grasped hers.

"Don't", He growled, his ocean-blue eyes piercing into hers, trying to intimidate her.

"Please," She whispered, wriggling her hands a little, making the man drop his hand, letting the woman touch his face.

Donna slowly traced his scars. A story behind every one of them. Some she knew, some she did not. Karl didn't flinch as she kept caressing his rough skin with her softer, bruised fingers. He just looked at her as if searching in her for the old Donna he knew. The old Donna would dream with him about a beautiful future they would never have. He found her.

But to Donna, she never saw her old Karl. The one who dared to dream despite their doomed circumstances. He was now a broken man. A hopeless man who had seen and been through enough. A man who forgot what it was to experience bliss.

"I don't know if I will ever get to live this life with you, the way we dreamed. But...If there is still some life in you, I'd like that." Donna said, pulling her hand slowly trailing to Karl's chest, feeling the soft, slow thud of his heartbeat. With a wave of his hand, Donna's shackles broke. Karl slowly encircled his arms around her waist, gently but firmly and pulled her closer. With a hand cupping her cheek, he looked at her.

"I would have loved that. But look at me now. I am one of them." He said, his hand lingering on a cut on her cheek that she got because of him when he dragged her towards the factory. "But you. You can live on. A better life."

"I could have, but that better life that I wanted," Donna paused, breathing in as she felt her words being swallowed. "I wanted it with you."

"But I can't give that to you, Donna."

"Then give it to me here. Right here." Donna said, inching closer to Karl, feeling his hot breath on her cold damped skin. Karl pulled her close and rested his head on her forehead, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth and comfort he got from her.

"Get some rest. By tomorrow, you will be better." Karl said, pulling away from her. Donna held his hands tight, afraid to let him go. Afraid to lose him again.

"W-What do you mean?" Karl slowly loosened her grip on his hands and smiled at her softly. Picking up his hat and hammer, he walked out of the room, shutting it from outside. Donna sat down, confused and dejected. Lying down on the cold floor, the girl shut her eyes tightly and sobbed, her wails and whimpers slowly lulling her to sleep.

It was as if the ground below her was shaking. She didn't know what it was. Donna jerked awake as she felt a sudden push from below. The girl gasped, looking around. It wasn't the room where Karl had kept her. It was...smaller and more cramped and...moving?

"Ah, Lady Beneviento! You are awake!" A jovial and cheery voice pulled Donna's attention. It was a man, friendly and big.

"W-Who are you, and where am I?"

"I am the Duke, a humble merchant, and you are in my carriage. Lord Heisenberg asked me to take you to the other side of the forest."

"Karl? Karl, where is he?!" Donna asked, looking around frantically.

"He couldn't make it," Duke said apologetically. "He wants you to take that little box. That should help you earn a living, not luxurious, but enough to survive," Donna looked to her right and there it was, the box. She opened it, and inside was Karl's chain that he wore every day, some coins and some ornaments. And a small doll that resembled Angie. But prettier and newer.

"What happened back there?"

"Lady Miranda caught him trying to escape. Ah, it looks like we're here!"

"Duke. Can I go back?"

"I'd suggest you not. He wants you to stay alive, my Lady. Best you honour his wishes. Do this for him" Donna looked at the chain, tracing the engravings on it. The girl looked into the box and saw a small note in it.

Thank you for setting me free. I hope to see you in another life where we will be together, just like we dreamt.

The girl pulled the note to her chest, feeling a strange pain in her body. She felt heavy. She felt like she was breaking apart. She felt as if she couldn't breathe. Duke looked at the girl sadly. He couldn't help her, and he wasn't sure how to.

"Thank you," Donna muttered, stepping out of the carriage with the box in her hand. Ahead she saw a little Village. A chance for a new life, but one without Karl. How could she live without him?

'Best you honour his wishes. Do this for him.'

"Okay, Karl." Donna sniffed, a bittersweet smile on her face, as she walked towards the Village, her hand tightly clutching the chain. As she approached, a man, probably the gatekeeper, stopped her.

"Who are you, and state your purpose."

"Donna. Donna Heisenberg. I seek refuge in your Village. Mine was destroyed by monsters." The gatekeeper nodded and took a moment to observe her ragged state, his eyes softening as he noticed her bruises and blood.

"Alright, follow me. You can speak to his Majesty." Donna nodded, smiling softly.

A new life. A better life. For Karl.

In the woods, near the factory lay Karl Heisenberg, bloodied and stabbed on the ground. He held a glove tightly in his hand. Donna's glove. The one he pulled from her when his father forcefully separated him from Donna. Rubbing his thumb across the soft material of the glove, Karl smiled, looking up to the heavens, his vision fading away slowly.

"Thank you, Donna."

#karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg x donna beneviento #DonnaBerg

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faerune · 3 years

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the sun has come to save me

pairing: johnny silverhand x f!v [vera volakov]

summary: in the aftermath of mikoshi's destruction, johnny takes his old body for a joyride and v accepts an offer from the aldecaldos though they can't seem to shake the other's presence. johnny shows up for a drink.

warnings: smut with feelings! drinking! smoking! spoilers!

[AO3]

Johnny Silverhand is on her doorstep and boy, if her teeny bopper self could be here-

But she isn’t and Johnny barely looks at her when he shoves inside with not a hello but a “Where you keep your booze?”

They both seem to realize how redundant the question is when Johnny makes a b-line for the cabinet stocked with half-finished liquor bottles and mixers.

Vera clicks her tongue against the back of her teeth and frowns at him, shoving the door closed. She hasn’t seen him for weeks. Not since Viktor gave him the all clear. She wasn’t surprised. It seemed he was rearing to take his new...well, old body out for a spin.

Still, a text to let her know he wasn’t dead in a gutter would have been nice. She had worked damn hard to get that body back for him. She’s surprised he didn’t take it and run; get back to doing what he does best — shredding in some sleazy bar for free drinks or sniffing out any way to fuck a corp over.

Vera shifts on her bare feet, hip cocked out and her arms crossed. She bites her tongue because it’s weird how much the picture of a pissed girlfriend she must be right now.

She wanders over to where Johnny has uncorked a bottle of whiskey that’s been gathering dust in her cabinet. He pours it garishly into mismatched cups and hands her one. It’s the first time he looks at her, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“It’s like...ten in the morning,” Vera tells him, motioning toward the window aglow with sunlight.

“Like you give a shit,” he counters.

Vera ponders that for a moment and then shrugs, throwing the glass back. The whiskey burns her throat and she makes a disgusted noise, a little shiver shaking through her. Vera has never liked whiskey and regretfully his tolerance for it was not something they shared now. She catches Johnny’s crooked teasing smile before he takes the cup and bottle, swaggering over to her couch.

She wonders if he has noticed that — that they have bled into each other like ink on a soaked page. It is no coincidence that Vera has suddenly developed the ability to write with her left hand. And gained an affinity for shitty 2020s alternative rock.

Vera doesn’t bring her cup with her but follows him and sinks onto the couch with him, folding her long legs underneath her.

“So, where have you been?”

Johnny leans against the back of the couch, long silver arm stretching over the back and mirrors her so their bodies are turned towards each other. He takes a thoughtful sip and Vera fights the urge to roll her eyes. Always one for the dramatics. Though, it’s not like she can judge. Her annoyance with him has simpered to a warm, idle irritation. Something born more out of habit and unfortunate fondness for the asshole.

“Explorin’ the city. Seein’ what’s changed-” he begins. He points at her. “On my own terms. You were a good tour guide, V but-

“So…getting fucked up,” Vera continues with a wry smile.

Johnny laughs and sets his drink down, “Little bit of that too.”

“Why are you here, Johnny?” she finds herself asking, resting her cheek on her fist.

“Realized we never celebrated,” he tells her, relaxing back with a satisfied grunt and aims his eyes at her. “Got our bodies, our lives. Hell, I can’t figure anything better to drink to.”

“We got lucky,” Vera tells him as both a grateful praise and a truthful warning. The cautious paranoia she has adopted has nothing to do with his influence that’s for sure.

“When’d you become so pessimistic,” Johnny scoffs. “What happened to my favorite starry-eyed little merc?”

Vera avoids his eyes, stares down at a scratch in her coffee table. Her manicured nails play with the studs in her ear.

“You miss me?”

Johnny’s voice comes as a surprise, thick and sticky with emotion. When she looks up, he’s staring right at her, studying her face. Vera’s chest tightens. Maybe he does feel that itch, the unfamiliar and haunting foreignness of being alone in the silence of a room. The lingering touch of someone else on the soul.

“You wish,” she teases dryly but the tightness in her throat prevents it from packing the intended punch. Vera reaches out for the bottle because suddenly that burn seems all the more appealing. It’s easier the second time around but she still can’t help the little twist her face does. He takes the bottle from her, again without comment. This time, however, his face looks serious and inquisitive.

Instead of prodding, filling the silence with words she waits patiently. It’s a hard habit to break but she’s getting better at it.

“Fuck,” Johnny grunts, leaning forward to rub the heels of his hands to his eyes. “Feel like I’m goin’ insane.”

Vera watches him — the fall of his hair in a dark curtain around his face, the curve of his back in the black t-shirt he’s wearing. The couch dips with the shift of his weight and it hits her again like it always does. She could reach out and touch him right now.

“I keep tryin’ to talk to you,” Johnny says in disbelief. “Keep forgetting I’m not in your head anymore.”

She lets out a breath of relief.

“Me too.”

Vera’s lips curve into a tight-lipped smile, “Keep doing shit just to piss you off so you’ll talk to me.”

Johnny laughs at that. Well and truly laughs, deep in his belly. Vera isn’t sure she’s ever heard him laugh like that. It’s awfully contagious because pretty soon she is laughing with him.

“Been chewing on that fucking gum you chomp on,” Johnny tells her, snapping his ‘ganic fingers together. “Fuck what is it-”

“Cherrygasm?” Vera grins.

“Shit, yeah,” Johnny says, shaking his head and leaning back against the couch. “Get antsy if I don’t taste that teeth-rotting shit. Got me to quit smokin’ at least.”

Vera lets out an uncharacteristic snort, “Well, shit, I started.”

“Ah, V…” Johnny begins.

She gasps and clamps her hand on his shoulder, sitting up onto her knees in excitement, “Don’t tell me The Johnny Silverhand is about to lecture me on smoking right now.”

Johnny’s hand cups the back of her thigh and moves it to the other side of his waist. Vera blinks dumbly down at him, her hands held up in front of her, limp and awkward. The two stare at each other for a moment but Johnny’s chrome hand doesn’t leave her bare skin. God, he almost looks...scared shitless.

Her voice is tight and quiet when she speaks.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly.

Vera’s lips are on his. It’s rough, sudden and desperate as he responds in kind. A frantic kind of want starts to burn in her belly. Johnny is solid. Warm. Real. Her fingers sliding into his hair, Johnny grasping at her ass with bruising eagerness and flips her onto her back. He’s over top of her, around her.

Her thighs spread so his slim hips can settle between them. Johnny’s hand tightens around her thigh and he grinds into her through the soft fabric of her shorts. A little sound leaves her mouth that she can’t manage to swallow. He smells like shitty motel soap and his tongue tastes like fucking bubblegum just like he said. Their frantic hands both war with her shirt for a moment, pulling in every which way as they scramble to get it off.

Vera is exposed to the chill of her apartment, colorful tattoos spread over her heavy breasts, her stomach and the curves of her hips.

He is touching her, touching with long calloused fingers and chilled chrome; and is it a surprise she whines when he pinches her nipple between his silver fingers? Her head swims as it tries to grasp onto reality. Johnny’s warm mouth latches over her other breast with the kind of messy hot licks that make her squirm.

“Fuck,” she breathes, arching up into his mouth as he sucks greedily at her skin. Her breast, her collarbone, her stomach. Johnny nips at skin and soothes away the sting with a hot tongue.

Vera tugs roughly at his hair enough to make him groan deep in his chest. Is this what she has been aching for? To have him inside of her again?

“Johnny,” she huffs impatiently, losing grip on the back hem of his shirt when he shifts to lick and bite at the one of the pistols on her hips. Almost angered by the interruption, he moves up onto his knees and tears his shirt off over his head. Vera’s hands grab him, pull him back down to her. She needs to feel him. The solid weight of his body, the brush of the hair on his chest over her sensitive nipples, the ragged border of his shoulder where skin meets metal.

Johnny licks at her neck, loves roughly at her sensitive skin. Vera lets out another keen of impatience, rolling up against him as he rocks against her through their pants. Then he’s down again, trailing long tails of heat with his tongue.

She’s about to tell him to stop fucking around when he lifts her legs and yanks her shorts off in a swift motion.

“Fuck,” he groans, only giving himself a breath to gaze over her before tossing her legs over his shoulders. A happy purr of pride burns through her chest at that. Johnny buries himself between her thighs. Vera’s hand reaches overhead and grabs the edge of a velvet cushion as he covers her with his mouth and laps eagerly at her.

A moan, a breath-

She presses him between her legs with a hand on the back of his head, tangling again in the silk strands of black hair. Her body shudders, heat having hit her like a truck, burning through her body. Johnny’s tongue drags the small amount of wetness that has gathered at her opening and licks it all over her cunt. His hands grab her hips and yanks her closer to him, her ass lifted a little into his arms.

He lets her hips rock up against his tongue desperately but his clenched fist on her thigh that will surely bruise tells her that he normally does not allow this. Blinding pleasure aches through her all the way to her fingertips. Pretty moans and gasped whimpers offered to the room. It drowns out the news reporter babbling away on the radio.

Vera’s concerns and thoughts of past, future and present have been lost to her frantic train of thought.. It is only the two of them again. It is only Johnny between her legs flicking his talented tongue over her and pressing two warm fingers inside. Vera lets out a breathless, broken moan and bears down on them, her knuckles white as she grasps at the cushions and his hair in an effort to ground herself.

She wants to be filled, wants him, wants more, more, more.

Her chest is tight, her body is crying for it, begging for him and-

Vera’s lips only manage the first syllable of his name as her release crashes through her like a booming stroke of thunder. She moans loudly to the ceiling, her ankles locking together between Johnny’s shoulder blades. This is when he presses her down, holds her to the Earth, while she keens and groans deep in her chest for him.

Johnny doesn’t wait till she’s finished before prying her thighs away from his head and scrambling to settle above her. Her mind is a pleasured daze as he shoves his pants down his hips just enough to pull himself from the tight pleather. It’s good he doesn’t wait because he’s big when he slides into her, her cunt giving way to him in one stroke with how slick she is. Johnny lavishes his tongue over her ear, his breath hot and his hands greedy, touching and grabbing at any part of her he can reach.

Vera wraps herself around him — legs hitched up around his waist, arms around his middle. It feels as if she can’t seem to get her breath back but it’s alright because Johnny’s got her, fuck he’s got her in his arms and he’s inside her. She buries her face into his neck and thinks about how much she doesn’t want to let go of him. Vera cannot let go of anyone. Cannot give up. How many times has he called her stubborn?

Johnny grinds into her; stretches her and licks at her collarbone to smooth the dull sting inside of her. It’s been a long time for her and maybe he remembers that. Memories of hers she didn’t keep too well guarded— far too preoccupied with other parts of her psyche she didn’t want anyone to touch.

He grunts into her skin, bruising grip still on her hip and starts to fuck her hard. He stays seated within her, content not to draw himself out of her tightness. Johnny’s thrusts are hard and quick and shallow, leaving her breathless. Vera concludes that if he stops and leaves her aching and empty she would shatter.

Johnny starts groaning and huffing, breathing V and then Vera and then baby and it could be the force of his pace but she swears she feels him shaking in her arms.

He tightens, stills and grunts a slur of profanities against her neck before he relaxes against her.

Vera starts to chase her breath, staring at the cracks in her ceiling while his weight settles on top of her. It is quiet except for their breaths and the continued drone of the radio. Vera tries to latch onto the words but she can’t seem to make sense of them at the moment, heart pounding in her ears. The two of them, sticky chests pressed together and breathing in an awkward, frantic tandem. Her fingers slide up over his shoulders and back into his hair, his breath hot and wet as it beats against her neck.

Johnny doesn’t seem to be moving any time soon but she still keeps her arms around him, even if her legs have fallen back apart like jelly noodles.

When he finally picks his head up, her breathing has returned to normal. The edges of his hair are damp with sweat when she combs it from his face.

“You good?” Johnny asks her. She isn’t looking in his eyes, a burn of intimacy blooming in her chest that is hard to bear.

“Yeah,” Vera nods and aches when they disentangle themselves from each other. Vera reaches down and snatches up his t-shirt, tugging it on to cover herself. Johnny instead kicks his pants off the rest of the way and sprawls naked on her couch. There is a long and tender moment of silence between them, Johnny watching her curl her legs under her, tucking herself into the curved corner of the couch.

She reaches over the back to grab her half-empty box of smokes. Vera holds her lighter in her shaking hands and lights it with just a bit of difficulty. The burning drag feels good, settles the nerves that are bounding in her body; heart still pounding under his gaze.

Satisfaction. A heart-rending something she still does not want to name and thinks she might not have to. Loneliness, an empty ache with him so far away — though it may just be a foot or two in reality. Guilt too.

“I’m leaving.”

“Fuck, I know it wasn’t bad,” Johnny jokes and smirks lazily. It falls when she doesn’t chide him or smile back at him. Vera takes another shaky drag.

“Joining the Aldecaldos when they leave for Arizona. We leave in two days.”

Vera is an expert now in catching the quick strike of hurt in his features. No matter the words he slings at her she can see it and that fucking scares him. Vera knows because it scares the shit out of her too.

“Spit it out,” Vera huffs in irritation, anxiously flicking the ashes from the cig.

“You’re fuckin’ with me,” he scoffs with a shake of his head, “Why in the fuck would you wanna live the rest of your life with tarmac rats, eatin’ sand and-”

“It’s my fucking life, Johnny,” Vera snaps angrily, forcefully flicking more embers into the ashtray she pulled into her lap. “Finally. Just mine.”

Vera laughs breathlessly and shakes her head in disbelief.

“This city ate us alive. We are lucky to even be sitting here,” Vera tells him forcefully, her finger raised in accusation.

“Be fucking smarter next time then. You’re really going to give up? Let all of them-”

“All of who?!” Vera exclaims. “Arasaka? Millitech? Petrochem? NCPD?”

She stands, almost stumbling in her anger. The ashtray clatters onto the table. Johnny sits back and glares at her, watching her body curl in fury.

“Never thought you’d be a fucking pussy, V,” he snarls, yanking his pants back on when he stands.

“Aren’t you tired of fighting?” V breathes, staring up at him. There is a softness to her body, her voice — not of defeat but of exhaustion. “Johnny, this city takes . That’s all it does. It gives nothing. It took you. It took me. It took-”

Jackie. Evelyn. Her mother-

Vera leans over, blowing a column of smoke from the corner of her mouth and stubs out the cigarette.

“For some fucking reason we have another chance. I’m not going to waste it throwing my bloody corpse against a fucking wall like every promise this city makes isn’t a fucking lie .”

Johnny’s jaw is tight but he doesn’t speak. It’s how Vera knows there are no more walls he can throw up.

“A new start. It’s more than any dirtgirl from Heywood could ask for,” Vera tells him.

“Okay,” he tells her with a shrug.

“Okay?”

“Both know you won’t listen to me anyway,” Johnny grunts, arms crossing over his chest. A flippant flick of his hand. Still, there is something in his resolution. Something bittersweet and maudlin. Her body swims with the same ache.

She kisses him again, softer this time, arms threading around his waist. It isn’t long before Johnny lifts her into his arms.

Vera’s apartment is darkened save for the warm glow of a lamp and the ever-present neon flicker outside her window. One of her neighbors is playing some music that booms through the walls, into her stomach. A bright green and yellow light dances over Johnny’s face, cuts sharp lines into his cheeks. She refuses to let him take a drag of her cigarette, the pair of them tangled in sweaty sheets on her bed.

Vera leans her cheek against the side of his chest, staring up at the ceiling. He has an arm looped around her and she can’t resist playing idly running her thumb over each of his fingers.

“Panam and I are going to say goodbye to the city. Sunset on that bridge in Westbrook. Two days.”

They both know why she’s mentioning it.

The silent dark of the apartment swallows their silence.

Two days later, Vera is bathed in sunset glow as she says her farewells to the city skyline. A tangle of emotions ache in her chest but the heaviness is peeling from her shoulders like a bad sunburn. Panam had told her to take a long look. She left Vera with a reassuring touch on the shoulder and an understanding Vera had only found a handful of times before.

Johnny had left her apartment that morning after without waking her. Neither of them were really equipped for goodbyes anyway. How did you say goodbye to someone who knew you like that? Vera felt untethered, light and bittersweet. Despite herself, when she closed her eyes she could still feel the ache of tears pressing forth. A few fell freely, quickly swept away by a manicured finger.

So lost in fighting back the well of emotion in her chest, Vera doesn’t hear the car until it comes roaring around the last curve in the hills. The tarmac waves with heat, the shiny silver metal reflecting sunrays into her eyes. She squints against the brightness and eyes the red racing stripe that cuts across the back half of the car.

It rumbles to a stop at the curb. Too far away, Vera decides, pushing off the half-wall she had leaned her height against. She is already taking long strides — that might have been a jog if her legs were shorter — when the driver ducks out of the car and loops around to the hood.

“Just so you know,” Johnny begins, arms crossed, leaning back against his Porsche. “I get sand in my asscrack once and I’m leaving-”

“Johnny,” Vera huffs, pulling him down for a hard, messy kiss once she reaches him. An arm loops loosely around her waist, tugging her closer. Against his lips, she lets out a satisfied sigh, a beautiful, peaceful smile gracing her features in sharp contrast to the annoyed, fond tone that leaves her lips. “Stop talking.”

Johnny smirks lazily and straightens with a grunt.

“Know I can’t do that V.”

#johnny silverhand #johnny x v #johnny silverhand x v #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 spoilers #emily! stop using em dashes! enough!#:) no #writing*#ship: you're in my veins #i can't believe i actually wrote like at least....something sort of productive #i'd say read this on ao3 it's long and i haven't checked the formatting of it on tumblr i just wanna post

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Save Me From The Dark

Summary: If I don’t lie to my heart, who will?

Author's Note: The feedback to this story has been overwhelming and beautiful honestly, I've never done anything like this for a non canonical couple but so many of you have told me that this pairing makes sense to you too. They are just two lost souls to me and bringing them together is simply destiny. I saw on the timeline that TB was hard to watch tonight for my Seojun lovers, I thought this might cheer some people up. Sorry for the brevity I’m writing between lesson planning, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Special huge shout out to @ewolfwitchwisegirl who made a header for me, it's so gorgeous and better than anything I could have ever done. This chapter is dedicated to you for inspiring me with this masterpiece!! Everyone who makes a gif set, header or anything because of my story you are loved, thank you. I am honored.

p.s. the burn will still be slow but it’s slowly starting tehe.

"What? Where is she now?" Su-ah's face scrunches up in disdain as Ju-Kyung explains what she missed while in the nurse's office, the shorter girl looks more enraged than she's ever seen besides when that video of her being bullied was posted. Su-ah and Su-jin came over everyday until she finally caved in and let them in, taking turns crying in their laps. She’d been so ashamed to face them only to end the night teary-eyed with snot dripping from her nose, as they took turns wiping her runny nose. It was disgusting, but in that moment she knew that all her fears had been for naught, they were her friends regardless of what she looked like beneath her foundation. They'd been her saving grace and two huge reasons she could walk back through those doors with her head held high. Suho’s constant love and support only helping to make her feel even more invincible. She can feel that same protectiveness wafting off the her friend now, Su-ah is fierce when it comes to the people she cares about. She's just honored to be among that short list.

"She's okay. I covered her and brought her to the roof."

"And then you left her? All by herself?! Come on we have to go back she needs us." She staggers as Su-ah grabs her hand forcefully, spinning her in a circle but she digs her heels into the ground interrupting the motion.

Su-ah looks at her baffled, tugging harder. Her eyes squinted into two thin lines. Immediately she puts up her hands, calming the agitated girl.

"She's not alone."

Su-ah tilts her head cutely in confusion, seeming to consider who exactly could be with their friend and conjuring nothing after a short pause complete with a finger on her bottom lip. She puts the girl out of her misery and gives her the answer, "Han Seojun. He's with her."

She'd been just as bewildered when she saw the name flashing on her phone.

Han Seojun.

Sure they were friends, he was also Suho's best friend so they all hung out a few times but he'd never called her prior and she'd almost forgotten they even possessed the other's number. Making her believe that his reason for calling had to be important, since he’d never done it before so she answered without hesitation.

Before she could utter hello, he was barking at her "Where are you? Is Su-jin with you?" She looked over at the other girl, wind whipping her long raven locks wildly around her beautiful face. The frantic raise and fall of her chest was the only thing marring the picturesque sight. Breaking her from her admiration Seojun repeated his inquiry but there was an unusual quality to his voice the second time, he sounded as if he was pleading. She didn't know what was happening but he sounded as if every second not with Sujin was torture. Before he could repeat it thrice, she answered him.

"We're on the rooftop."

His speed reaching them was impressive, before Su-jin could fully interrogate her about who exactly was coming to the rooftop, he was already bursting through the doors and unafraid despite the wrath on Su-jin’s face, she stared in surprise as he called her princess of all things snarkily, she watched them appraisingly waiting for Sujin to sneer at the cutesy moniker but that reprimand never arrived. Seojun seemed comfortable, too comfortable easily pressing into Sujin's space as if he belonged there, as if he wanted to belong there. She felt like she was intruding watching them prod and snap at each other, so she slipped away no longer worried about her friends safety. She seemed to be in good hands.

She snaps back to reality realizing that Su-ah has been bombarding her with questions, "Han Seojun? Why is he with her? Was he the one bullying her, I'll get Tae-Hoon to kick his ass!" She looks at her friend considering her boyfriend, and then Han Seojun, almost in sync they both shake their head.

"No, forget that. He can't fight someone like Han Seojun, can you tell Suho to beat him up? Do you think he'll do it?"

She chuckles while capturing the other girl's hands, "We don't need anyone to beat him up. He didn't do anything, he helped us actually. He got everyone to go back to class and stop looking."

Now Su-ah looks positively beaming, smiling that bright wide smile that is definitely the reason that Tae-Hoon can't stay away from her.

"Why? Why did he do that? Are they close?" The girl ask coyly, always ready to matchmake.

It's not her place to say, she's just a bystander and honestly she doesn't quite understand what's happening, Seojun is always full of surprises. So she tugs Su-ah away, knowing that if pressed Sujin will retract and push Seojun away on principle, she doesn't know what's happening to the other girl but when it all comes tumbling down it's clear that Seojun won't be far behind.

"I think they're becoming friends. Sujin could use some more friends, don't you think?"

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He doesn't know what he was expecting, it was a crazy idea. Absolutely insane. But regardless of the insanity of his words, he meant each and every one of them. Standing this close to the crying girl he could see the swell of her right cheek, the same cheek that had been bleeding the night they met. Ran into each other, might be more accurate.

It wasn't a fever dream or a hallucination. It was all painfully real, she was being hurt and nobody else seemed to know. She hid it well, even he could admit that her ice princess façade never cracking at school. She'd always looked like a perfect little doll in her designer clothes, he had imagined that she had a loving perfect family. He of all people knew that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, yet he took one look at her expensive appearance and thought he had her all figured out.

He wouldn't make that mistake again.

So he knows that his suggestion is crazy but that doesn't ease the anger when she pulls away, turning her back to him before answering.

"No."

His fists tighten in the balls he has by his side but each quiet exhale that causes her small shoulders to lift up and down, unknowingly calms his rage and he finds himself smothering his own fury to offer another suggestion.

With a deep breath he says, "Ask Ju-Kyung if you can sleep over then. You shouldn't be alone."

She also shouldn't go home. Her words echo hauntingly in his ears, he used a belt. Bile coils tight in his throat, it was her father then he was the one hitting her, destroying his own daughter until she couldn't stand to be touched by others. The urge to fight has never been this visceral.

She sighs as if he's bothering her, he already knows what she's going to say before she says it, so he intercepts her stepping around her so they're face to face.

"I dare you to tell me to mind my business." He growls at her, giving her enough space so he's not looming over her much smaller figure but staring hard enough that she knows that he's serious, he's decided to make this his business she better deal with it.

She stares at him, mouth lax after his deep challenge glaring right back after she regains her composure but her eyes shift away, unable to meet his own now and without a word she huffs before stomping away. He watches her leave, knowing that he's reached the point of no return. He's going to follow this through to the very end.

If she tries to run, well he has long legs.

And a motorcycle.

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The pain of her raw water soaked skin grounds her, but the swooshing of the faucet does nothing to drown out her thoughts as she rubs vigorously at her palms, scratching at imaginary dirt that will never be lifted from her hands. Making the water piping hot she hisses at the sting of the water on her bruised hand, she has to punish herself. She almost did something infinitely moronic.

"You almost said yes." She whispers to herself in the grimy school mirror, looking back at her own face in disgust. Feeling the flame of hope desperately grasping for air, yearning to awaken under the boys insistence.

She can't explain her reaction to him, they are nothing; less than nothing she wouldn't even consider him a friend.

Yet, he knows more about her than her best friends. Knows her deepest darkest secret and instead of gossiping or avoiding her, he's chasing her down and demanding to help her.

"He's insane. There's nothing to understand, there's no logic to insanity." She reasons with herself in the mirror, choosing not to focus on the fact that she's having a conversation with herself. His crazy is rubbing off on her, when she put her head on his chest it must have leaked on her.

She can remember the heat that always seemed to radiate from him, maybe that was a result of being loved. He was warm. She wanted to reach out and grab....

What? Grab what? She immediately reels her wayward thoughts back in.

What am I thinking?

She needed to stop her train of thought now. That had been a mistake, a lapse in judgement. It wouldn't be happening again. If he was hellbent on following her she couldn't stop him but she knew it wouldn't last, no one was that selfless eventually her pity story wouldn't be enough and he'd realize she wasn't worth the effort.

She tries to convince herself that this is what she wants. Lying to herself has become as natural as lying to others, it’s a means of survival.

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Upon entry to the cafeteria every eye shifts to her or so it seems, time too stops as they all cease their conversations to watch her like she's an animal on display. Her skin prickles from the overwhelming attention before the silence bursts like a bubble and the noise washes over her, people begin to point in her direction whispering not so subtlety to the person next to them.

She almost bolts before she feels a hand on her elbow, her instincts almost make her snatch her arm away but the familiarity of the perfume halts her movement.

"Come on. We've been waiting for you."

Su-ah doesn't give her a chance to decline dragging her over to their table, Ju-Kyung's smiling face greeting them. She's shoved down onto the bench, in between the two like they're trying to shield her. The idea makes her feel warm and uncomfortable so she pushes it to the back of her mind.

She silently eats her food, staring intently at her tray before she finally relaxes as she realizes that no one is talking to her, they aren't demanding to know what happened. She's not ready to talk about it, not yet and they are showing her that that's okay. They will be here for her regardless of not knowing the full story. Under the table she discreetly grabs both of their hands, squeezing them hard. Squeaking in embarrassment when both girls twist and smother her in tight hugs, she pretends to loathe it pushing them both away but they cling to her until she gives in. She's so weak today.

"Oh. Seojun-ah over here!" Ju-Kyung blares in her precious ears, waving rapidly over her shoulder and she feels her stomach dip. Not him again he never ate lunch here and when he did it was with his gang, why was Ju-Kyung calling him here?

Pinching at her vulnerable thigh under the table, she hisses at the other girl "Hey! What are you doing? Don't call him over."

Unfortunately it's too late, she can already feel his aura behind them getting closer. There's barely room on the other side of the bench, then Hyun-Kyu yelps before looking up in their direction, then he swallows and nods as if receiving an order, he presses his glass further up his nose before collecting his lunch and leaving. She watches the interaction confused before turning to look at Ju-Kyung who has an exaggerated look of innocence on her face.

"I guess he was finished eating. It works out though, now Seojun can sit there."

He's slipping into the evacuated space before she can yell at Ju-Kyung for meddling. Huffing she burrows into her food refusing to look up. She’s only been ignoring him for a few seconds before he seems to reach his limit.

"Give me some."

She watches in shock as familiar hands invade her space and grab her tray, pulling it across the table before lifting one of her sausages to his mouth with his fingers, the uncivilized swine. She's reaching out before she can reconsider or think about how they will appear to others she doesn’t share her food damn it, she reaches to cover his hand stopping him from biting and stealing her last sausage.

"What the hell are you doing? Don't touch my food." She scowls at him, grabbing at her food and humming victoriously when she gets it back. Only to stare wide eyed and flabbergasted as he shrugs before devouring the juicy morsel, directly from her fingers, a brief brush of warm wetness on her finger tips. They both freeze, staring at each other. The air between them charged, almost crackling from their locked eyes.

"Seojun! You're the man! You're a natural flirt, eating from her hands!" Appearing from thin air Seojun's gang boisterously chants his name, clapping him on the shoulder and she physically cannot be in this room any longer. She shoves her tray at him, grabbing her backpack before hopping over the bench.

"I'll see you both later." With a tight smile at her friends, she races from the cafeteria unaware of the eyes tracing her every step.

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The rest of the day drags by, she spends it lost in a daydream making sure not to look at the boy behind her. She just wants to get home and lock herself away, this time nothing will get her to open the door. With a sigh of relief, she stands as the teacher dismisses them for the day. Packing up slowly to miss the surplus of students at the door, they are all still looking at her warily spreading rumors about her rudeness and supposed narcissism. Creating explanations for her scene in the bathroom, the majority of them painting her as stuck-up. She doesn't mind it's better than them knowing the truth. Let her be a rich spoiled bitch in their minds better that than a victim.

Like clockwork, Su-ah and Ju-Kyung latch onto her from the left and the right. She lets them pull her out the door and towards the entrance, absently listening to their heated debate of where they should eat today. She sighs out loud, amused but hiding it behind a passive face.

"Why are you even arguing? You know we’re such going to get spicy tteokbokki anyway."

They always do, it's like arguing is their warm up before the noodles because no matter how passionate they both get about the different possibilities they've never eaten anything else together.

Walking out the school gate, they all jump back as a motorcycle suddenly skids into their way blocking them completely. Instantly she's annoyed, breaking their linked arms she storms over to the idiot, shoving at his chest before shouting at him.

"Hey! Are you crazy? Were you trying to kill us?" She slaps at his helmet when he tilts his head at her, the loud knock satisfying as she glares at him.

Then he reaches up like he's staring in a shampoo commercial and tugs the helmet off his head, hair stylishly falling onto his neck. Instead of looking upset at her rough treatment he smirks, leaning over the handle bar right into her face.

"Since when are you scared of my bike? Don't act so fragile princess." She gapes at him affronted by his unapologetic attitude, then further bothered by his second use of that infuriating nickname. She's nobody's fucking princess. As she opens her mouth to tell him this, he turns away from her before talking to Ju-Kyung.

"Take her to your house tonight. Have a sleepover or whatever you all call it. She told me she really wanted to ask you but she was too embarrassed." He points over at her, lying easily through his too white teeth. She wants to punch that smile off his face.

"Hey when did I say anything like that to yo--!!"

But he's on a roll, bulldozing through her interjections with the same ease he used that night on the highway. Pulling something from his pocket and thrusting it at her.

"Give me your number."

What.

"What?"

He looks at her like she's wasting his time, rolling his eyes before repeating slower, the asshole.

"Give me your number."

She scoffs at the brazen order, sneering at him before grabbing her friends. "Let's go."

But never of them are budging, so she pulls harder but still they don't follow and she turns to them both annoyed. "Didn't you hear me let's go."

"Give me the phone."

Her jaw drops as Su-ah reaches out at Seojun, he looks as surprised as she does before he shakes himself from his confusion and hands the girl his phone. Su-ah happily taps away before handing the phone back over.

"There you go." Su-ah smiles easily before tugging them all away now, she wants to fight her hold and run back and take his phone, delete her number and tell him once and for all to leave her alone and stop playing whatever game he’s playing.

"I'm hungry from all that arguing, let's get tteokbokki." Ju-Kyung states happily, leading them towards the shop.

She just goes along quietly, feeling outnumbered and indignant. They were supposed to be her friend. She pouts the entire way.

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Seojun watches the three girls walking away, eyes fixated on the figure in the middle until they turn a corner and disappear from his sight. She'd looked like she wanted to kill him, a woman had never looked at him with that particular expression before. She could be quite scary when she wanted to be.

Hooking his helmet onto the arm bar of his bike he finally looks down at his phone, thankfully still in one piece.

When he sees the number he smiles softly before his eyes shift down and laughter bursts out of his chest, he can't stop the bubbling bouts of joy that fall from his lips.

8298263098

Princess

With another chuckle, he pulls on his helmet before revving the bike to life and peeling out of the school feeling lighter than he has in a long time. He doesn’t question his gut, no he’s not someone who overthinks he jumps first and looks later.

#true beauty #true beauty kdrama #han seojun #kang sujin #Seojin #the couple that should have been #yall see the visuals #the chemistry in every scene #Seojin rights period

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