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yoonlattesworld · 2 years

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Hellooo! So this one shot is a part of "His world" . I will write a few one shots which are in the same universe as "his world" because i just love that story line and i got a great response to it too! So here you go my favorite people!

You can read "his word" here

Mafia yoongi x reader ,feat. His baby sister

Summary: baby aera wanted to spend a day with her two favorite people and so did you. So ofcourse who is yoongi to deny his two favorite girls?

Genre: tooth rotting fluff so be careful!

No warnings just some few kisses here and there! And..a little mature language?

Author's pov

"But i don't want to go to school today!" Aera said, her pout increasing as she stomped her small leg on the floor causing you to sigh for the nth time "but sweetie today is Wednesday! Don't you love wearing colorful clothes at school? You told me last week you wanted to wear your favorite yellow dress" you said trying to coax her but she still shook her head stubbornly and plopped down on the floor "no no no! I don't want to go" you massaged your temple because of the forming headache. You know scolding her is of no use but after trying to talk to her gently for almost an hour your patience was running out "aera baby we can go to the park on Sunday. You know yoonie has to go to work right?" you said but your eyes widened when you saw tears filling in her doe eyes . "No go away" she pushed you away when you tried to hug her causing you to sigh again "what is happening here?" Aera looked up hearing his deep voice as he walked in the room with a stern look on his face "y-yoonie" she said slightly scared while you held his arm to silently tell him to handle her gently. Yoongi crouched down in front of her small form and made her look at him "is this how you talk to y/n while I'm gone?" She shook her head immediately saying "i-i want to go to a park but y/nie said no" sniffling while he wiped her tears "hmm but that doesn't mean that you can push her like that right?" She nodded looking down, a guilty look on her face "so what do good girls do when they make a mistake?" He said fixing her hair while you smiled looking at the both of them "a-apologise" he nodded with a hum while aera looked at you with a pout "I'm sorry y/nie i didn't want to hurt you" you smiled walking towards them and crouched down besides yoongi talking the small girl in your arms "it's okay baby. You didn't hurt me" she giggled when you tickled her waist while yoongi placed his arm around your shoulder holding you both close to him.

Aera looked up at you both with a pout on her face again causing you to narrow your eyes playfully "but i still want to go to the park. Please?" You pursued your lips while yoongi chuckled booping her nose. You swear this 7 year old girl knows how to convince everyone around her. You admit it has been a while since the three of you went out together and you also wanted to skip work today and go out with aera and yoongi. Well,guess we can skip a day off school together. You looked at yoongi with a pout on your face causing him to sigh as now two pairs of puppy eyes were looking at him "yoongi can we go to the park pleaseee?" While aera nodded excitedly because now she had you on her side too. Yoongi looked at you both for a moment with a raised eyebrow wondering who was the small child because you were practically sitting on his lap while aera sat on yours. But then he took his phone out from his pocket (after lifting you for a moment. Yes he can lift both you and aera together.) And called someone "namjoon I'm not coming to work today. Cancel the meeting with mr.song" he said and cut the call causing you and aera to squeal simultaneously and aera kissed his cheek before running out of the room to choose her favorite dress while shouting "thank you yoonie!" While you giggled and pecked his lips and stood up. As you went to walk away he stood up and held your wrist, pulling you back towards him making your back bump into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist "and where do you think you are going babygirl " you smiled giddily when he turned you around and smashed his lips on yours. Even after dating for almost 3 years,he still didn't failed to give you butterflies. His hold around you tighten and he kissed you harder while you cupped his face and pulled back after a second. You giggled when he chased your lips and placed your palm on his mouth to stop him from kissing you "you can kiss me later yoongs. We still have to go to the park!" He huffed allowing you to move away and watched as you skipped towards the closet with a bright smile on your face "i can't even kiss my girl " he mumbled and went to get ready too.

After you got aera ready too,you both walked downstairs to see him sitting on the couch looking at his phone. He was wearing some black jeans with a black t shirt and a leather jacket while you and aera were wearing matching blue hoodies because aera decided that it's too cold to wear a dress. Yoongi looked up hearing footsteps and smiled looking at you both "my pretty girls" he said when you both came in front of him and kissed both of your forehead softly "let's go?" You both nodded excitedly and followed him outside after locking the door. He started the car after you sat on the passenger seat with aera on the back seat "let's go!" She shouted causing you both to laugh as you repeated "let's go!" Yoongi started driving towards the amusement park while you and aera sang some songs even though you both can't sing to save your life but to yoongi it was the most beautiful sound in the world after your moans and cries of pleasure while his cock worked in and out of your walls.

You three arrived at the park and yoongi parked his car. Aera immediately ran inside causing you to run after her as yoongi chuckled and followed you both. "Let's go to that first!" Yoongi nodded and brought the tickets of the meery go round. And after riding almost every ride, you both finally sat on a bench and yoongi went to get some snacks to feed his hungry girls. You three went to different rides again after eating and dragged yoongi with you two who took photos of you and aera at every opportunity. You and aera dragged yoongi towards the roller coaster despite his protests but you were the one who was screaming the most claiming that you are gonna die today causing yoongi to laugh and aera to giggle through her tears because scared for her life too.You and aera were so busy laughing and having fun that you didn't noticed yoongi's men following you three at distance. ofcourse yoongi wouldn't take a chance when you both are with him. While yoongi's two men who were following you three were watching you all with pure amusement on their face because it's quite rare for their boss to laugh and run around with you like a small child.

After eating in a nice restaurant, you helped a sleepy aera in the backseat who mumbled some incoherent words too tired to even keep her eyes open but then she said something that caused your eyes to flow wide open as well as yoongi's "thankyou.mom...and..dadda..love..you" and fell asleep. You looked at yoongi who had a distant look on his face causing you to think that he didn't liked her calling you mom but then he smiled slightly and made you sit in the car too. Reaching home you put aera to sleep and took a shower while yoongi waited for you in the bed. You both know that you need to talk about what happened today but you both were too tired so neither of you decided to say anything. It almost felt normal. Like she was meant to call you that.

You crawled on the bed as yoongi opened his arms for you and held you tightly while you placed your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead mumbling "i love you babygirl " and you mumbled a small i love you yoon back . And just like that,you fell asleep while yoongi just held you, thinking about what happened today.

But eventually, he fell asleep too after kissing your head one last time. While aera was passed out on her bed not caring about a thing on the world.

It was a good day.

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interstellix · 4 years

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full hearts ↳ lee minho (lee know)

genre: angst, fluff

summary: no matter how it’s played, it’s always the same ending - unless a new one is unlocked

word count: 2235

requested: “i would like to request an au with minho please and ummmm well :O IT’S CUTE”

warnings: mentions of blood

a/n: LMFAOO ALLY LOML I’M SO SORRY IDK WHAT THE HELL WENT WRONG HERE I- listen consider this a free coupon for a free request with no expiration date bc this shit went straight to hell LOL but ye ily mwah @walkingonwave also why tf did it get so long fjdfdhjdk

you hate it when someone plays your video game. not one that you own, but one that you’re in.

you hate it because, no matter how often it's played and how often you have to experience the same story over and over again, you never get used to the terror and pain lacing it.

there’s more to it than the eye meets, what the screen shows and what the player is served; to you, it’s simply too much.

“I swear, this game ruined my life,” minho sighs before showing you a smug smirk, “good thing I have one more.”

you shoot him a glare but still glance at the digital wristband he wears which, much to your relief, shows a glowing red heart next to two black ones. indeed, one more life.

“how can you even be joking in this kind of situation?” you ask between heavy breaths and look him up and down. “you’re bleeding from your arm, you just got shot in your leg and there are probably two, three broken ribs as well.”

minho snorts, “can you blame me? the player sucks.”

you can’t argue against that. the player does suck for sure, constantly getting you and the rest of your team in trouble, making you die left and right, using potions and other items like they’re lollipops handed out to children; honestly, you’re surprised they have even made it this far into the game - the final stage and battle. that said,

“yeah but you can still control what’s going on behind the scenes. maybe, maybe you wouldn’t be in the miserable state y-”

you’re cut short by the high-pitched, piping noise you’ve by now come to dread, not fancying the explosion it’s shortly after to be accompanied by; just as it comes, minho wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you up from the shattered pavement you had fallen limp on.

“as if you’re in place to call me miserable,” he sighs and runs away from the spot all while still carrying both his equipment and you. “look at yourself, I’m impressed you even have enough energy to complain so much.”

you remain silent, aware that you can’t deny it. the adrenaline rushing through your body is really the only thing keeping you awake despite you being in a fairly worse state than you had claimed minho to be in.

said one doesn’t slow down but occasionally steals glances at you and upon noting the exhaust slowly but surely taking over your features, he calls out, worry clear in his voice, “god damn it, y/n! keep your eyes open, you still have a full life left, right?”

though not all too pleased by it, minho takes the low hum escaping you as a valid answer and keeps running to the first possible shelter found. you eventually find yourself in a two story building, not in a particularly perfect state with the catastrophe of a final battle going on in the city but enough for shelter.

“minho?” hearing the energy gradually leaving your voice, minho bites his lip to stay relaxed and instead hums, waiting for you to go on. “how can you stay so calm?”

as he enters a bedroom and carefully places you down in the rightful bed inside, he answers simply, “if I show you I’m scared, you’ll start panicking even more, right?” slowly, he removes the heavy equipment from your body, showing you a small smile while wiping a wound on your cheekbone clean from blood. “I don’t really fancy that idea.”

the playful look in his face loosens into a soft one, lips curled up in a small smile and eyes warm, “make sure you get some rest, yeah?”

as soon as you hear this, your eyes widen and fear quickly fills you. tightly grabbing onto the hand now cupping your cheek, you question in a shake breath, “where are you going?”

“I have to find the rest of the team, it’s been a while since we were separated and I still can’t get in touch with them-”

a sharp pain settles itself in your abdomen when you hastily sit up in the bed but at that moment, you can’t seem to care any less about it and hold onto his shoulder instead. “w-wait, you’re just gonna leave me here?!”

minho lightly pushes your hand away and answers with clear confusion, “no, but we can’t just ditch the re-”

the conversation is cut short when the nth explosion erupts in the outside world, followed by a whole chain of more and you look out through the window, the city might as well be considered the hell on earth by now; the sight of dark smoke, fire and more and more buildings getting destroyed only adds to the lump of fear and anxiety in you. you look back at minho and with pleading, glossy eyes, you just barely manage say through your irregular breathing increasing at a ridiculously high pace,

“min, p-please, don’t leave me alone.”

he furrows his eyebrows, not understanding just how desperate you are for him to not find the rest of your friends, to the point where it almost sounds selfish. “what’s wrong with you? we have to find the guys to finish the ga-”

right then, just as he catches a sole tear escaping your eye, realization seems to sink down on him, features once again softening. it’s nothing about selfishness at all, nothing about wanting to ‘ditch’ the rest of your friends. it’s simply the fear and pain of losing the person most dear to you - him.

“y/n...” minho’s hand returns to your cheek, this time to tenderly wipe the corner of your eye dry and as he speaks, his voice is almost comforting even during the definition of war currently going on, “we’ve played this game so, so many times, baby. you already know I’m always right with you.”

eyes shutting close, you lean into the touch of his hand and whisper, “you know that’s a lie, minho; I hate this game so much, we play everything together with the other guys, beat the final stage every, damn, time but we never get a happy ending. that shit just doesn’t exist in this game and I can’t handle it anymore.”

just as your vent of panic comes to an end, your wristband suddenly starts beeping, two quick, disturbing tunes. even more confused, minho looks down at its screen only for his jaw to drop; out of your three hearts, only a half of the last one is still shining and instead of the bright red, it’s a purple.

with a mix of anger and his own panic, minho groans while scanning your body for any possible causes of it, “when the fuck did you get poisoned?!” before going on, he finally finds a dark patch on your upper arm, staining it with the same shade of purple as shown on the screen. “why did you never tell me?”

despite the sobbing you’ve broken out in in the middle of the chaos, you choke out, “wouldn’t matter, player drained it all.”

minho’s jaw clenches and while he himself stays quiet, his mind is screaming, trying to figure out how to solve the situation. reaching out to the sheets under you, he pulls off a strip and hurries to wrap it around your arm in hopes of the poison to not spread as fast anymore. “listen well, alright?” he begins as he ties a tight knot. “don’t move or you’ll only lose even more health points; I don’t care if there’s never a happy ending, I won’t have you dying on me before we’re even done here.”

“but-”

“I can’t have you getting scared either. I won’t be able to focus on the game if I know you’re scared,” minho interrupts. he cups your face, solid eyes locking with your own, words gentle as they’re uttered,

“look at me, y/n. don’t think of anything else, just look at me.”

though staying quiet, you do as told. you do as told, relishing in the warmth radiating from his hands, letting yourself relax at the sight of your boyfriend so close up even though he looks like mess on two legs. you do as told, only for one tear after another to build up in your eyes.

minho leans his forehead against yours. when he whispers, you notice that you’re not the only scared one here, the shakiness in it revealing more than enough. all that said, he still manages to say every word you both need to hear and trust.

“just a little more... I don’t care about a happy story, if the game’s going to end, I want it to end with you next to me so hang on just a little more.”

whether it’s the pain, exhaust from the poison or you simply finding a sense of calm for the first time in a good while, you don’t know but it nevertheless leads you to slowly give into unconsciousness.

the last thing you just barely manage catching is a feather-light kiss to your forehead and a tenderly spoken assurance,

“I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

who knows how long it’s been? probably no one, but long enough for the screen of your wristband to meet you with three now full, red hearts as soon as you wake up.

you stare at your hands curled up right in front of your face and even though your vision isn’t clear enough after sleeping, you can still make out how they’re free from bruises, wounds and dusts. furthermore, it’s quiet. uncomfortably quiet, purely because you’re not used to a sound clean from explosions and other rumbling noises. it confuses you for a second and you start wondering if there’s been a restart. however, realizing that you’re still in the same, unknown bedroom as before and remembering that you have yet to go through the ending of the game, you know it’s still not over.

barely daring to look away from your hands even the slightest bit, you think for yourself, “if it’s not over, what’s going o-”

“finally up, sleeping beauty?”

a sharp gasp emits from you as you hear this and within moments, you’re sitting back up in the bed. by the edge of it, he sits; the window invites the morning sun you haven’t seen in what feels like a lifetime, its light illuminating his face in gentle shade of orange; a smile graces his lips and even under strands of hair, the gleam in his eyes is clear, bright upon finally seeing your own open.

four seconds. that’s what it takes for you to process that, as unfamiliar as this scene is after playing the game so many times, it actually is minho sitting right next to you, in person, pure flesh and blood. four seconds is what it takes until you launch yourself at him, arms tightly wrapping around his neck, face digging into the crook of it.

you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent you’ve grown fond of after spending so much time with minho. when you don’t say anything, he asks, “don’t wanna know what happened?”

you shake your head. “I don’t care.”

an airy chuckle escapes minho. his arms wrap around your waist and hold you closer to him and while starting to explain anyway, he unconsciously starts swinging your bodies from side to side. “believe it or not, that stupid player unlocked the secret ending.”

though confused, you don’t bother moving the slightest bit while humming in confusion. he doesn’t either and instead continues, “turns out if you beat the game in critical mode and gather all trophies, you unlock the secret ending.”

“and... what exactly happens in the secret ending?”

“in the secret ending...” minho murmurs, “the whole team survives.” as if on cue, loud yelling and laughters can suddenly be heard outside the bedroom. you’re barely aware of it though as he pulls away, just enough to get a look of your face. “the city can rebuild again...” he momentarily glances to the side where the window shows an unusually peaceful view. you follow his gaze, though only until his index finger and thumb takes a hold of your chin, turning you back to face him. “and you and me...”

with the current being through and through unknown to you, you find yourself growing more nervous than ever. when his thumb just barely grazes your bottom lip, your breath hitches and hands drop down to his shoulders, tightly grabbing onto them.

the time minho spends on leaning closer feels painfully long and yet, you’re barely aware of exactly when the barely existent gap eventually is shut. his lips are soft against your own, slowly moving against them. the feeling of it alters between the one of featherlight, pure pecks and long, passionate kisses and you can swear it’ll drive you insane right there and then.

you don’t though. instead, you can only melt under the touch, the loving hold around you leaving you in a serenity in the finest sense of the word.

when you eventually part, minho’s hand travels upwards to tuck stray hair behind your ear as he looks at you with a smile bigger than you’ve ever seen on him,

“stay together.”

maybe, just maybe, this game isn’t so bad after all.

#stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #lee know #lee minho #bang chan #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #i.n #yang jeongin #angst #fluff

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maknaesdancersrappers · 6 years

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🎶 You've been playin' hard to get with me all night, we both know exactly what you want right 🎶

a/n: y’all hoES ARE LUCKY THIS SOUNDED APPROPRIATE AS A PART TWO TO ALL I WANNA DO HMPH

this is very long bc i decided to add in this one request i was also not aware of until recently so there IS a keep reading line, but once again, if it doesn’t show up on your app, I’m sorry, that’s not my fault anymore.

Shall we go to hell?

Never in your wildest dreams did you think that the cute, chubby kid back in elementary had grown up to be such a fucking god--more so have his head between your legs and abuse the fuck out of your clit piercing.

“Oh my god.” You gasp out when you feel Jaehyun suck your piercing back into his mouth for the nth time since he’s gone down on you, disturbing the bundle of nerves yet again and sending spikes of pleasure through your system.

He chuckles, dragging his tongue flat against your entrance. “You’re probably the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Two of his fingers enter you, curling inside of you as he slowly pulls them out.

You buck your hips against his fingers, making him pull back to enjoy the show of you fucking yourself.

“Look at you,” Jaehyun smirks, “Enjoying yourself?” He grounds his palm against your clit and moves his digits in and out of you. “You’re so wet, can you hear that?”

You do and you never thought the squelching sound of Jaehyun’s--or anyone’s--fingers pumping into you would turn you on so much. Your hands have gripped the sheets by your hips as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

Jaehyun must have known you were close, maybe by how you were holding your breath or how your walls are tightening around his fingers, so he ducks his head back down, assaulting your clit once more to push you over the edge while adding a third finger.

You moan out loud; and you swear you sound like a pornstar. Your hands grab onto his hair, weakly trying to pull him away when the knot in your stomach unravels in a second.

He continues to move his fingers inside of you, riding your high out and slurping up your release.

As you catch your breath, Jaehyun sits up and admires his work; your pussy bright pink and dripping. You whimper when he spreads out your folds and the cold air of the room tickles you.

You push the hair that had stuck on your sweaty face away and cover your eyes with an arm, “I never came so quickly from oral before.” You confess with a breathy chuckle, “How many girls did you practice that mouth on?”

“It’s all I’ve ever done.” He admits, making you look at him, “I mean, I’ve had sex--like twice, but most girls I’ve been with are the type to wait until marriage, so the most I’ve done with my exes are oral.”

“Well, don’t worry it paid off.” You gesture for him to come down and when he does, you lick your release on his chin that he didn’t bother wiping away.

“Holy shit.” He breathes, bringing his hands up to your face to hold you still as he kisses you, tongue invading your mouth so you could taste yourself on him.

You moan at the salty sweet taste; sliding your arms over his torso and being reminded he is still fully clothed.

Jaehyun’s lips leave yours and trail down your jaw and neck. His hands find your boobs, roughly kneading them into his palm.

“S-so the time you had sex--” You panted, combing your fingers through his hair.

“--sucked. Both instances were boring because she only wanted to do missionary.” He moves his mouth over one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it.

You relax back against the pillow and looked up at the ceiling, savoring the feeling of his warm, wet mouth over your breasts. How can someone not submit themselves to Jaehyun if they knew what he could do? How good his hands and mouth feel? Your pussy involuntarily clenches at the thought of his dick.

“Hey,” You sighed, biting your lip when he sucks a little too hard on your boob that’s sure to leave a mark. “I had my way with you for body shots, why don’t you have your way with me in bed?”

The vibration from his chuckle tickles you a little, “Are you sure about that? I’ve had some pretty wild fantasies.”

“Did you think about them with me?” You whisper, waiting for his reaction.

His flushed cheeks and bobbing Adam's apple had you grinning in a burst of pride and elation. Pushing yourself up, you reach for his shirt and start to unbutton them for him.

“How did you imagine me, Jae? Did I spread my legs for you?” You stretched your legs out for him, placing them over his thighs and displaying your piercing in full view at him.

Jaehyun’s mouth parts, suddenly feeling parched.

“Did I straddle your hips?” In one swift movement, you did as you had suggested. You pushed his dress shirt off, licking your lips at the sight of his perfect skin beneath, and started to push yourself up against him, “Did I ride you like this?”

You feel his sigh on your chest before his hands travel up your waist to play with them again after he throws his shirt away. Your own hands trace over his pectoral muscles down to his abdomen, gently scratching at the firm skin.

“Tell me, Jae.” You whine, throwing your head back when his lips start to kiss your neck. “Was I on all fours while you take me from behind--”

“Yes.” Jaehyun chokes on his reply, sounding desperate when you’ve hit jackpot.

“Yes?” You push him away, amused. He nods and you smirk, “Then show me.”

He waits a second, staring at you with such intensity that makes you regret your words. But then he’s pushed you off, leaving you on your back as you watch him work to get his pants off. He doesn’t break eye contact for one second and in the back of your mind, you remember seeing his photos on social media; the ridiculous DP blasts for org events or some confessional post on an anonymous-based group that fawn over him. None of those pictures looked like the boy in front of you; eyes piercing, dark and hooded with lust.

Once his pants and boxers are pushed down and off his long legs, his cock bobs up, standing fully erect and red at the tip.

“Turn over.” He growls and you respond a little late, his hands shoving you to get on your knees and pushing your upper body against the bed. He exhales harshly as his eyes glazes over your bottom, your pussy starting to glisten again in anticipation.

You yelp in surprise when his palm smacks the side of your ass, the stinging sensation making you clench your nether regions. “Shit, what happened to being the university’s nicest?”

He spanks you again, this time on the other side. “I never claimed to be nice.”

You inhale deeply when you feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance; running the head through your folds and brushing ever so slightly against your piercing, making you flinch.

“My ex didn’t even let me have sex with her unless I had a condom on.” Jaehyun grumbles, stroking his cock with the head just barely entering you.

He turns to everyone reading this, “But that doesn’t mean you should go sleeping around without a condom, okay? Stay protected, kids. This is only fiction.”

Slowly, he penetrates you, filling you up until his cock is fully sheathed inside you. He groans out a curse when you tighten around him, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. “That feels so good, fuck.”

He gradually starts to thrust, pulling out with the tip still inside before easing back in. He doesn’t pick up his pace until you whimper, sticking your bottom out a little more. The slight shift in position has made all the difference because it gives Jaehyun deeper access and his cock is already hitting the sweet spot within you.

His hips snap into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the creaks of the bed as it thumped on the adjacent wall.

You’re a moaning mess, hiding your face into the pillow while grasping at it, desperate to hold something to anchor yourself from Jaehyun’s thrusts. You find yourself shaking at a sudden release, legs quivering as they struggled to hold your weight up if not for Jaehyun’s hold on you.

“You feel fucking amazing.” He drives his cock into your sopping cunt with more force than before that has you screaming into the pillow until your throat felt raw.

All of a sudden, there’s a knock on the door.

“Hey! Keep it down, would ya? You’re not the only people in the house.”

You didn’t hear them clearly and continued to bawl out moans.

“Hey! I said keep it down or I’ll have the guys bring the door down and escort you out!”

A guttural sound comes from Jaehyun when at the threat made against the two of you. He’s not going to let anyone disturb him just because you couldn’t shut up. He spots your undies on the bed, snatching them up and balling in his fists while he forces you to move your head to the side. He stuffs them into your mouth, effectively shutting you up as you gag on your own underwear.

There was a sarcastic ‘thank you’ outside the door but Jaehyun ignores it, pinning your shoulders down as he uses it to anchor his weight over you.

“Are you that much of a slut that you can’t keep your voice down? Huh? Do you just want everyone to know you’re being fucked right now?”

You groan, tears springing from your eyes when you feel another orgasm building up.

“I’m so close, [Y/N]. So close.” Jaehyun grunts, “Come for me one more time.”

He snakes one hand down to toy with your piercing and this is where you lose it; thrashing against him when his fingers teasingly tug at the metal ball. You clutch onto the sheets with one hand and grab his wrist with the other, trying to stop him but by the time he lets you stop him, you’re climaxing for the third time tonight. You feel warm liquid spurting out of you, coating your inner thighs and soaking the bed below you.

The realization that he had made you squirt had triggered his own release: Jaehyun pulls out, shooting his cum far enough that you can feel bits of it landing on your shoulder and the space by your eyes on the pillow.

For almost a minute, the room is silent save for the sound of you and Jaehyun catching your breaths. You slump down on the bed, taking your makeshift gag out of your mouth and moving your jaw around.

“You okay?” You hear Jaehyun above you, his body still hovering over your frame.

You twist around despite your body screaming at you not to and lazily grin at him, hands sliding up his sweaty chest and circling around his shoulders. You pull him down until he’s flush against your body, his head resting on the junction of your shoulder and neck.

“Yeah.” You sigh, playing with his hair. “That was amazing. I’ve never squirted before.”

“You’re welcome.” Jaehyun chuckles and you enjoy the vibration of his bare chest against yours. “I feel bad for whoever sleeps here, though. We should probably remove the sheets as a warning or something.”

You snort, “Well, the university’s nicest is back.”

He sits up, kneeling back on his knees.

Your eyes instantly fall down to his dick, “Are you still hard?!”

He shrugs, “Not completely. Don’t worry, I know you’re probably sore.”

“If you hadn’t gagged me, I would suck you dry.” You let your sights linger on his face. “Hey, scoot up here.”

“Doesn’t your jaw hurt?” The worried tone in his voice warms your heart.

“It does, but I have other ways.”

When he climbs up higher your body, now straddling your waist, his cock perfectly sits between your breasts.

You push them together, using them to stroke him. “How does that feel?”

Jaehyun puts his hands on the headboard above your head. “Oh, shit, that feels nice.”

“Yeah?” You bite back a smile when you see him lazily thrusting with his eyebrows bunched up.

It only takes a few more minutes with soft urging from you for him to ejaculate the remaining semen he has to offer. You strain your neck to catch his release with your tongue, lapping the salty sweet substance up.

“God damn, [Y/N].” Jaehyun drawls, pushing his hair back with a hand.

“You’re oddly sweet. Every other guy I’ve blowed are salty as fuck.”

He laughs, “I like eating fruit? I eat two fruit cups from Starbucks everyday.”

“You can get two bowls of fruit at the salad bar I go to for half the price of two Starbucks fruit cups, Jae. Stop supporting those capitalists.”

“Show me where and I’ll treat you a bowl.” He winks, making you giggle. He moves to get off of you, collecting his clothes off the floor and starts dressing.

You do the same, slipping your nightie back over your body and throwing your denim jacket on. You take your panties and slip it into Jaehyun’s back pocket. “For you.”

He blushes, the color rising from his cheeks to the tips of his ear. It was hard to believe he was pounding into you minute ago, slapping your ass, and gagging you with your own underwear.

You continue to watch him put on his clothes, thinking about how people will react when they find out that their golden boy is just another name on your list of fucks. You’ll probably receive some hate messages from troll accounts, but it’s nothing you’ve dealt with before. As Jaehyun buttons up his shirt, you start to feel empty: just another lay.

You stand up, sparing a glance at the bed with the mess you and Jaehyun made. “Oh, wow, did I squirt out that much?” Your eyes widened at the huge wet spot evident on the blue sheets.

“Let’s just strip the sheets off and hope the owner isn’t waiting outside.” Jaehyun starts to pull off the fitted sheets from the foot side of the mattress.

You deal with the other end, reaching across the width of the bed to untuck the sheets. Your eyes catch something glint from the light and you gasp.

“How hard did you come for you to shoot your load on the wall?!”

He looks to where you’re pointing, face starting to turn beet red when he realizes what you were talking about. “Well,” He clears his throat, “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

After stripping the sheets off and throwing them with the soiled pillow on the ground, you and Jaehyun make your way out the door.

Before you can open the door, he stops you.

You shoot him a questioning cock of your brow.

“Hey, I gotta ask--since we’ve been clearing up rumors earlier.” He licks his lips, “Why don’t you do relationships?”

Your lips quirk upwards, “It’s not that I don’t do relationships. Guys only want one thing from me, as you had just experienced.” You gesture to the bed before trying to open the door again.

“Wait, but what if,” He hesitates just a second more, “What if I want more?”

Seeing that you were clearly taken aback from his words, he starts explaining, “I meant what I said earlier about liking you since we were kids. I just didn’t know what your type was and if you even liked me back. I think it sucks that guys don’t even bother trying to date you, I mean, you’re beautiful and funny--I don’t get why you’re barely passing when I clearly remember you being top of the class in elementary.”

You fail at trying to smile, “No one’s trying to set me straight, I guess? It’s always party here and party there. I’m only reminded to study when there aren’t parties and those are days before midterms and finals.”

“Well,” Jaehyun says a little exasperatedly, “I can be that guy for you. We can have study dates on school nights and I’ll take you partying during the weekends. We can... we can do anything you want--together, you know? As in, like a couple--if you’re open to the idea--”

“Really?” You stare up at him, amused at how he’s stumbling over his words. “Anything I want? Like, candlelit dinners, walks on the beach, sex in the library, and all that jazz?”

“Yes! Anythi--wait, did you say sex in the library?”

You burst out laughing at his reaction as you nod, “It’ll be nice to relieve some stress after we study, no?”

“I guess...” He pauses, “We?” Jaehyun is smiling at you with both famous dimples ever present on each cheek.

“Yes, ‘we’. Who else?” You reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his, “Now, that salad bar I was talking about is open 24/7 and I would like to redeem that fruit bowl offer.”

He squeezes your hand back, opening the door for you. “After you, then.”

a/n: hit me up when u wanna reserve a spot in hell

#nct scenarios #nct smut #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun smut #spotify drabbles

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melikeylikeyjimin · 6 years

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Mental || Seventeen

(I don’t own this gif)

Word Count: 2k Words

Genre: Psychiatric Patient! Hoseok x Doctor! Reader, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery, Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH

a/n: I’m sorry...

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The time was drawing closer and closer to our escape. I was nervous thinking about all the things that could possibly go wrong but I had to get everyone out of here. I couldn’t bear the idea of having to watch them suffer through being experimented on. They didn’t deserve that, no one did.

I wasn’t sure really where we were going to go when we got away from this place but I’m sure we’d be able to take care of it and figure everything out. Everything will be okay.

I glanced at the clock which seemed to be for the nth time since we got back from the shipment area. Jisoo had started packing a small backpack to take so we had resources after we got out of here. She lent me a backpack too and a few outfits to bring as she didn’t trust going back to my room. I put the small amount of money I had on me in the bag as well as some water bottles. I wasn’t really sure what all to bring but I figured the essentials would be good enough. I zipped up the final zipper on the backpack and set the bag down by the door.

Jisoo set her bag down next to mine and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “I know you’re worried but everything will be okay, I promise. We’ll all get out of this and live a better life.” I nodded even though I still had my doubts. There was still the sinking feeling in my stomach that something bad could happen.

I sat down on the couch to give myself another quick pep talk as we only had fifteen minutes until we were going to take the stairs and get everyone out of their rooms and get out of this place. My pep talk basically consisted of me telling myself the same things that Jisoo had been. That everything would be okay, we’d all be okay, there’s nothing to worry about. I had to put forth a face of fake confidence that everything would go accordingly to plan.

I felt Jisoo’s hand on my shoulder and I knew it was time. I wasn’t ready but it was time. I took a deep breath to try to slow the increasing beat of my heart. I swung the backpack over my shoulders and followed Jisoo out of her room to the stairs. This was it. We were really doing this.

We walked to the door that led towards the stairs. We started quickly but silently walking down the stairs to our first destination, Hoseok’s room. After multiple flights of stairs we reached the 12th floor and I looked both ways before entering the hallway and going towards Hoseok’s room. Surprisingly, there were no guards around his door. I grabbed my keycard and swiped the door open. I turned the knob and saw a surprised Hoseok.

Jisoo followed me into the room and quietly shut the door behind her. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

“I came to get you.”

”What do you mean? I can’t leave this room…”

“Hoseok, they’re using the patients here to test out pills on. I can’t let them do that to you, I-” I felt myself tear up.

Hoseok stood up and cut me off, “You don’t have to explain further, I trust you.” He cupped my face and kissed me gently. I felt comforted and grabbed his hand.

”Let’s get out of here.” He nodded and held my hand tighter. We followed Jisoo out of his room and back into the stairway.

“Is it just us or are we getting more people?” Hoseok asked.

“We’re getting two more people. Both are also patients of mine, I can’t leave them behind, they’re too important to me.” Hoseok didn’t say anything else. We reached Jungkook’s floor. I quickly opened his door and all of us filed inside. Jungkook was asleep.

I walked up to his bed and sat down, “Jungkook, wake up.” He didn’t stir but I needed to keep my voice low. I shook him until he finally began to stir.

“Y/N? What are you doing-”

I cut him off, “We don’t have time for that right now, you need to come with me. We’re getting out of here.”

Jungkook nodded and grabbed my hand, “I trust you.” I felt a deathly glare from behind me and could already tell who it was. I looked back at Hoseok who was glaring at Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook looked at Hoseok and I could tell they would not get along. I smiled and let go of Jungkook’s hand which Hoseok quickly replaced with his hand. Jungkook frowned and Jisoo sighed but led us out of the room.

We quickly took off for Yoongi’s room on the 4th floor and I opened the door to find him awake. He seemed surprised but didn’t show it very much.

I walked up to him and kneeled in front of him, “Yoongi, you don’t have to talk, but I need you to trust me right now and come with me.” He nodded. I grabbed his hand and led him outside of his room and back towards the stairway. We were so close. We just had to reach the first floor and then go out the side entrance. We could do this.

With Jisoo and I leading and Hoseok and Yoongi holding one of my hands each with Jungkook following behind, we made our way down the few flights of stairs. Freedom from all of this was so close and in reach. I opened the door and we all slowly made our way towards the exit.

We turned the corner and were met with something unexpected. My heart stopped. Dread was crawling up my throat. “I always knew it would be you, miss Y/N.” I swallowed as I was shaking. In front of me stood Mr. Song and a two guards. Both guards having their guns drawn and aimed at us.

Mr. Song continued talking, “I always knew it would be you that would defy me and try something as stupid as this.”

“What you’re doing to these poor people is wrong.” I spoke. “They are all good people who don’t deserve to be treated as your test subjects.”

Mr. Song laughed, “You really think they are good people? Hoseok’s a murderer yet you hold his hand still? Jungkook too. And you still think they are good people?”

“Yes, I know they are good people. Hoseok has made many mistakes in his life but how could he not. He’s been here for so long, without much social interaction or proper treatment. How could he learn properly or get better when those around him aren’t even doing their job correctly?”

“How naive. No one would even miss any of these people anyways. They’re the misfits of society that no one accepts anyways.” I felt both boys who were still holding my hands tense up.

“They’re no different than you or me. They’re still people regardless of their mental health problems.”

He chuckled, “You really believe that? You still believe it when you know very well at any second Hoseok could flip?” I was angry. I couldn’t stand the way he talked about any of them. They deserved better. They didn’t deserve to be treated like they were less. No one did.

“I trust Hoseok completely with my life. Even if I were to die by his hands.”

“You say that now, but trust me it won’t last for long. You think you know him, but you don’t.” I could feel Hoseok’s body shaking in anger. I intertwined my fingers with his and gently rubbed my thumb over his hand. It was my way of comforting him and saying everything would be alright.

I stared right at Mr. Song,”I don’t care.”

Mr. Song sighed, “Obviously you aren’t going to be reasonable, so let’s just get to the point now.” My body tensed as I heard the click of the guns’ safety being turned off.

“You have two choices, Miss Y/N. You can give me the patients and act like none of this happened, or we can do this the hard way and you can die trying to fight for their freedom.”

I could feel Jungkook’s worried eyes on me. “Y/N,” he started. “I know you want this for us, but I don’t want this at the cost of you possibly being injured or dying.” I smiled but didn’t say anything. I knew Jungkook felt that way but I couldn’t. He’d have to forgive me this time for not thinking about his feelings.

I looked over at Jisoo and we spoke with our eyes. We both knew what the right thing to do was and what the consequences of it were. She nodded and grabbed Yoongi’s other hand slowly squeezing it to get the signal across. I looked over at Hoseok and saw his worried eyes on me. I smiled brightly at him and squeezed his hand.

We were going through with this.

I looked once more at Jungkook and he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, Jungkook.” I said. Then all of us took off at breakneck speed towards the front entrance. Jisoo pulled Yoongi’s hand from mine and they both took off ahead of Hoseok and Jungkook and I. She promised me to save at least one of them.

I let go of Hoseok’s hand as we ran side by side. I heard gunshots fire and I braced myself to be hit by at least one but instead I heard a scream of agony from behind me.

It had to be a lie. It wasn’t real. This was all a nightmare. My fault. All my fault. It’s all my fault. Everything else around me didn’t matter anymore. I crawled towards his body.

“Please. Please don’t leave me.”

Jungkook smiled sadly at me, “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t let you die.”

”Why did you do this? I should have been the one who was shot not you. I don’t deserve to go on. You have so much more to look forward to.”

Jungkook slowly brought his hand up to my face to gently caress it, “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”

Tears. Anger. Sadness. Numbness. I felt everything. I put my hands over his wound in his chest. I had to stop the bleeding.

“Why won’t the bleeding stop..? Please don’t leave me. I know you can survive this, Jungkook.”

He took my hands off his wound and held them, “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you. But this way, you’re safe from harm. You can keep living on and-”He took in a shaky breath, “and love Hoseok.”

He continued to wipe my tears away, “I love you, Y/N. Never once have I stopped loving you, so please don’t be sad.”

“Jungkook…” I felt his movements getting slower as his eyes started to slowly get heavier.

“Jungkook, please…”

“Come closer just for a moment…” He whispered. I moved myself closer to his body. His head twitched as he tried to push himself closer to me. His lips ghosted over my cheek before I felt his body become heavy in my arms.

“No...No...No, Jungkook don’t leave me behind..!”

Hoseok silently pulled my body away from Jungkook’s.

“No, stop! Jungkook! Hoseok let go of me!”

Hoseok didn’t listen to me as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder before running to where Jisoo and Yoongi were waiting by the exit.

The cool wind hit my hot tear-stained face as I looked back at Jungkook’s unmoving form. The door shut behind Hoseok and I couldn’t see Jungkook anymore.

“Jungkook…” I whispered.

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rauliskafan · 6 years

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Enamorado

Time to catch up with the ADA and the Caterer on Valentine’s Day!!! What sensational surprise does Rafael have up his sleeve??? As always, for the amazing @svu-stories!!! Enjoy!!!

“And you're really sure that Lucia doesn't mind?"

Rafael sighed as he tightened the arm already draped around your shoulders. With a silly smile, he leaned close for what you assumed would be a kiss. But he simply nuzzled his nose against yours and let out a little laugh.

"As if she would pass up an evening with her grandson," he said. "Besides, it was partly Zachary's idea."

"It was?" you asked, hating feeling slightly out of the loop. But the last few weeks had run you ragged with a party almost every night. A book launch here, a birthday party there. At one point your eyes had nearly popped out of your head at the opening of a yoga center on the Upper East Side. Your instructions were clear; every member in attendance was a vegan to the nth degree. And then you saw the Swedish meatballs meant for the next afternoon's soiree at an outdated gentlemen’s club. Derek never ran so quickly as when he tried to take the tray back to the van. He missed his chance when the center's owner caught sight of him. Panicked, he tossed the meatballs into the trash. Which saved both of your hides for that moment. Which also meant that you had to stay up all night to make a fresh batch of the appetizers.

Yes. It was all beginning to take a toll.

"He said that he didn't want her to be lonely on Valentine's Day," Rafael continued while you half-listened. "We even not her a card and some of those chocolate covered cherries that she likes so much... mi amor, are you listening to me?"

Snapping out of your reverie, you swiftly met his eyes and saw his smile even as his stare seemed worried.

"I... yes," you started. "Chocolate..." Unable to finish the thought, you felt your cheeks blush, and Rafael ran one large, loving hand down your arm, and the cabbie turned the corner.

"Glad you're not on one of my juries," he teased. "I'd lose right out of the gate."

"I'm sorry," you sighed, taking his hand and pressing it to your lips. "My mind's on---"

"Crepes and canapes and cold cod," he said with a smirk.

"That's a lot of alliteration in one breath, darling," you laughed back, and he finally gave your cheek a small peck and pushed one lock of fallen hair behind your ear.

"I know you're stressed," he said.

"And I hate it," you sadly confessed, curling into his chest, hearing the soft crinkle of paper and supposing he got you a card too as you played with the buttons on his vest and the polka dot pattern gracing his tie.

"I'm supposed to be able to handle it," you whispered.

"You can handle anything," he murmured back.

"So sweet," you said, leaving his supreme sense of style to gaze at the far more stunning sight that was his sapphire stare. "I don't know. Maybe I'm getting old."

"You look younger than the day we met," he swore.

"Sneaking some scotch at work are we?" you teased, but he firmly shook his head.

"It's the truth. You are beautiful."

"And exhausted," you admitted. "Guess I understand why Zachary would prefer to be with your mother."

"Hey. Don't do that."

He pressed two long fingers under your chin and narrowed his eyes.

"Our little boy loves you with every beat of his heart."

"I know," you said, shifting back in your seat to wipe away the stray tea that slid down your cheek. "But does he love me running late or dropping him off at Hogan Place? Or taking him along to that boutique in Brooklyn?"

"Well... he did say he never knew there were so many cheeses."

That got a laugh out of you, and you slowly turned your head to glance out the window, seeing a few flurries falling from the night sky.

"Still not fair to him," you said.

"What isn't?" he asked.

"His life’s already been scattered enough,” you said. "He needs stability. On all fronts."

"Are you sure you're only talking about Zachary now?" Rafael asked.

Before you could reply one way or the other, the taxi inched to the curb. The street seemed silent given the night, an evening when you expected a collection of couples darting in and out of every restaurant. Paying the fare, Rafael linked his fingers with yours, his smile expanding as you passed by a small market and other shops selling vintage clothing and assorted antiques.

"Not the best night for window shopping," you said.

"But can you imagine all the people on any given afternoon?" Rafael shot back. "Or on a Saturday?"

Stopping in your tracks, you waited on the pavement until he paused and looked into your eyes.

"Since when do you spend your lunch hour looking for lamps?"

He chuckled and softly kissed your forehead, leading you along the sidewalk once more.

"Talking in hypotheticals, mi amor," he said. "Still think it's a pretty accurate assessment."

You started to pose another question when he paused before a dimly lit facade.

"What's this?" you asked, taking a step closer to the glass and peering inside.

"Valentine's Day dinner," he said. "Come on."

He held the door open, and you stepped inside to see a decent-sized dining room. Hardwood floors gave way to brick walls... leading to a series of windows looking upon a small courtyard at the back of the building.

"Isn't that nice?" Rafael said as he guided to you to a small table set for two just beyond a bar bordered by mirrors. Removing your coat, he pulled out your chair and sat you with another kiss. You quickly glanced at the champagne chilling on the table, but then you looked around, seeing no one else.

"What did you do, Rafael?"

"Whatever do you mean?" he innocently asked, removing his coat and lighting two candles before assuming the seat across from yours.

"I'm thinking that you rented this whole place out just for us," you said.

"Would you blame me? Maybe I wanted you all to myself."

To that you had no argument, but in your mind you briefly worried about the cost, thinking of all the gigs you'd have to book if, in his excitement, he had overextended himself for this one special night.

"Don't look so worried," he soothed, popping the cork and pouring you a flute of the golden, bubbling liquid. No. This was a not a night for quarrels, and you waited with glass in hand as he lifted his drink in a toast.

"To... stability," he started.

"Stability?" you echoed.

"Yes," he continued. "Never let it be said that I don't listen to you. Because the story you just told... I've heard it many times."

A small part of you wanted to snap at him, to tell him to give parties and potato puffs a try. But not tonight. Not when he had a point. Not when you hated the story as much as he seemed to loathe hearing it.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I know I shouldn't complain. So many things are perfect for us right now."

"But you have every right to ask for more," he said.

"Do I?" you asked, your voice weary and wavering.

"Absolutely," he said. "So, I... I took the liberty..."

His voice trailed off, and he reached into his pocket for a slim envelope. Sliding it across the table, Rafael's eyes sparkled as he nodded his head to the sealed packet.

"Open it," he said.

"You're making me a little nervous here," you admitted, setting your glass aside but still doing as he asked. Pulling out a three page of document littered with legalese, your eyes began to glaze over...

...until you focused on the bold print of utmost importance.

"You... what did you... you did this?" you choked out.

"One question at a time, mi amor," he teased, bringing his chair closer to yours so you could peruse the document together.

"I have been listening," he said. "And your point is well made."

"What... what point?" you asked, still struggling to form even the simplest of words.

"I know you hate running around town," he continued. "I know that this is what you've always seen as the endgame."

"But... how can we... I mean now..."

"It's handled," he said, taking your hand again and staring at you intently. "There's no time like the present. The location is perfect. And I want you to have your heart's desire."

"You... you bought me... you’re giving me... a restaurant?"

Waves of worry washed over you. Yes, it was something you had always dreamed of, cooking the food that you loved most for a menu of your own design. And Zachary could have a home away from home. Stability. But were you really cut out for this? What if you flopped? What if the place stayed this empty even on the nights when your sweet husband hadn't planned an intimate dinner for two?

"Mi amor? You're trembling."

The worry in Rafael's voice seemed to rival your own, and you blinked back a few tears as he reached for your face.

"Do you not like it?" he asked.

"I... of course I do," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't know if I can make it work."

His face relaxed, and he eased you onto his lap.

"You can make it a success and so much more," he said. "You whipped me into shape. And I was a far more complicated project."

Laughing through your tears, you felt his arms surround your waist and rested your head against his. If you closed your eyes, you could almost picture the place teeming with customers, the kitchen awash in activity as you put the finishing touches on each plating, every mouth smiling at the first taste... wanting more of where it came from.

"I'll need some help," you admitted.

"You'll have it," he promised. "Bring Derek on. Hire as many others as you need. And I give you my word that I'll be here, too. Every off hour that I have."

"Seriously?" you asked, leaning back to arch an eyebrow. "You're going to cook?"

"I'll leave that to the expert," he said. "But I'm sure there's other things to be done."

"Like lots," you said with a small sigh. Looking around again, you felt your heart flutter, wishing for just one more dream come true.

"But what... Rafael, if I mess this up, I'll let you down."

"Never," he said quickly, kissing your shoulder. "In no universe is that even remotely possible."

"Screwing this up?" you asked.

"Letting me down," he replied. "You've never done anything but amaze me. I don't see why this should be any different. Why shouldn't the world's best woman, chef..."

He paused to kiss you, and you smiled against his lips.

"Go on," you said.

"Wife. Mother. Goddess among us mere mortals."

"That's too much," you said.

"Not nearly enough," he argued back. "I won't... I'll never make you do anything that you don't want to."

"I know," you said. "But… but I really want this."

Scooping you into his arms, he stood strong and spun you around the dining room. You clung to his neck, your laughter mingling with his until he gently set you back on the floor.

"Someone's about to launch the hottest restaurant in the city," he said.

"And someone has the sweetest husband," you said. "No one ever got a better valentine."

"Except for me," he said. "Because I have you."

He kissed you again, and you held him for a long time until he pulled back and patted your cheek.

"I did arrange for dinner," he said. "It's waiting in the back."

"Scratch that," he said. "Let's see what we can scrounge up at that market. I want to try out my new kitchen."

And as he smiled and helped you back into your coat...

"Lead the way, enamorado."

#raúl esparza #rafael barba #the ada and the caterer #law & order: svu #svu fanfiction #imagine #for my friend

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shingeki-no-scenarios · 7 years

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Title: Shadow

Pairing: Armin x Fem!OC

Genre: Angst, Drama

Warnings: Implied cheating, strong language, alcohol abuse

Summary: He tries to ignore it, but it was always there. It seemed to be more obvious in the night.

A/N: From this request. I got carried away and made this too long oops

She stepped into the apartment quietly, while hoping and praying that he wouldn’t hear her come in. It was 3 in the morning, after all, and she didn’t want to have to explain herself. She didn’t have an excuse prepared as to why dinner with the girls lasted 9 hours.

“You’re home.” a sleepy voice spoke, making her jump back in surprise.

“You’re awake.” she whispered, watching him slowly get up from his spot on the sofa and rub his eyes.

“I wasn’t awake. I dozed off about 10 minutes ago, then I heard the door open.” he replied, welcoming her for a hug. It was left unrewarded, however, as she headed straight for the room. He expected it, but it still hurt.

“I’m going to take a shower then hitting the sack. Feel free to join either activity.” she said nonchalantly, not even making eye contact.

“Oh, alright then.” he replied, to which she just replied . He did expect it– she has been cold the past few months, after all. What he thought of as simple PMS ended up being torture that went on for months.

“I love you.” he called out as he prayed that she would finally say it.

"Yeah.” she replied, as she closed the door.

––

“Let me take this call. It’s the team manager.” she said abruptly, quickly making her way out of the room.

It was the first time they’ve had an interaction this civil in weeks (or months. Armin wasn’t sure anymore– he lost count).

He was helping her pack her bags for a week-long business trip, and they were having a rather smooth conversation since she finally moved on from giving one-word answers and took on answering in complete sentences. As much as this change gave him hope, he was still suspicious. After all, coming home at 3AM (or not coming home at all) without any calls or texts, along with speaking less and less, became the norm for her.

“Yes, babe. I’m on my way. Let me just finish this, alright?” he heard her say from the other room. His blood turned cold.

Babe?

“I said yes, okay?” she said, her voice sickly sweet. “Yes, I love you too. Bye.”

With a heavy sigh, he continued on with folding her shirts and sweaters, smiling at her sweetly when she joined him, as if he didn’t hear anything.

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“Well, if six of them went out, then the four of them must have been really cheap.” he added, voice shaking with worry. “I mean, it’s clear that only two of them had dinner.” he pushed the credit card receipt towards the group.

“Come on, Armin. Don’t you think you’re overthinking this?” Jean said as he eyed the receipt suspiciously. “I mean, it could be a glitch.”

“I disagree.” Eren interjected. “35 bucks for 6 people? At Greg’s? Do your math.”

“You always disagree with me, asshole.” Jean scathingly replied, eyebrows furrowing at the boy seated in front of him.

“That’s because you’re fucking wrong!” the other replied, raising his voice.

“Guys! We’re missing the point here.” Marco interrupted, cutting the argument before it escalated. “We all came here to listen to Armin, remember?”

Armin, on the other hand, sat motionless as he stared into space as the group started to debate. It was him who called for the meeting, yet he spoke a lot less than the others; he was in total shock. Even if he found it days ago, he found it hard to confront the issue, and he definitely needed the help of his friends. He’s seen it over a thousand times ever since she carelessly left it on the coffee table, but his heart pinched with anxiety whenever he laid eyes on it. It was a simple credit card receipt, but it was clear evidence and it held a grim reminder of the reality he didn’t want to face.

“Well, I’m sorry.” Connie broke the ice and offered a small smile of reassurance. The rest of the boys followed, finally registering what Armin just implied.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” he replied as he gingerly took a sip of his tea.

Or at least he thought he was.

––

“Slow down, man. There, there.” Eren soothingly said as he patted Armin’s back. The poor blonde had consumed too many tequila shots, and now it was all coming out on the pavement of some unknown street.

Heaving one last time and wiping his mouth on his sleeve, his started to make his way back to the club, only to have Eren stop him.

“Let me go. I’m going back in.” he stoically spat as he shrugged Eren off him. He wanted to have one last drink, as he swore that he was one more shot away from completely numbing himself– it sounded perfect.

“Armin, this is the nth fucking night that you ended up like this. What is up with you?” the other exclaimed in exasperation as he ran his hands through his hair and lightly tugged at it. “Who are you?” he questioned; he did not recognized the person standing in front of him at all.

He felt as if he was facing a total stranger because it really wasn’t like Armin to drink himself silly– almost every night, at that. The intelligent and wise friend he had seemed to be gone, and was unfortunately replaced by a drunken fool. He realized that more than angry, he was simply concerned.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” he muttered, realizing how judgmental and impatient he has been. He knew what his friend was going through, but he still chose to be his short-tempered self. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s fine.” Armin said in a deadpan voice as his blue eyes met Eren’s gray ones. “I should be sorry. I don’t know any other way to heal internal scars, so here I am, consuming alcohol like a fool.” he spat out with disdain. If he were Eren, he would be just as angry at how utterly immature he was when dealing with this situation. What could he do? He couldn’t leave her, but he couldn’t take the pain either.

Eren opened his mouth to retort, but it was quickly ignored as Armin rolled his eyes, then turned his back and walked back into the club.

––

The house was pitch black when she stepped in, save for the light that was coming from the TV screen. Squinting, she noticed the silhouette of a hunched figure that sat in front of the TV. Looking around, she noticed that the area close to him was covered in pictures of them, along with empty beer cans and empty noodle cups. The living room had become a total mess. What on earth is going on?, she thought.

“Armin?” she tried calling out, only to get no response.

Her vision was hazy (she had been out for a couple drinks with him), urging her to step closer to Armin and the TV set to see what was up, only stopping when she noticed the video he was watching– their wedding video.

“... to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”

“Liar.” he muttered upon hearing it.

“Liar!” he yelled, throwing empty beer cans at the screen and letting out sobs of pain.

She jumped back in shock and covered her mouth, holding back a sob that was threatening to escape– she didn’t want him to know that she was there. She was guilty as charged, yet she did not have the gall to tell him.

The worst part was that she didn’t feel sorry.

Turning back, she quickly but quietly made her way out of the apartment, running as quickly as she could once she closed the door.

As soon as she exited the building, she immediately hailed and jumped into a cab, and gave the driver directions to the only place she found safe at the moment– his house.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I don’t know. I don’t know why I do this. I’m sorry.” she muttered under her breath. Closing her eyes, she pressed the side of her head on the window and let the tears fall.

––

“I think we should get a divorce.”

The pair had been sitting in silence in the bathtub, letting the water run through their clothes and soak them to the bone. They weren’t sure how they ended up like this, but they were sure that they were coming to an end.

“I think we should.” she replied, her hands softly skimming through the clear water as she avoided his gaze.

She was still as beautiful as he remembered; after all, it was her looks that got him in the first place. However, something was missing. It was as if she was physically present, but mentally and emotionally absent.

“Look at me.” he pleaded, trying to make eye contact with her, hoping he could see past her icy gaze and look into her soul. Maybe that way, he would finally get answers.

“I can’t.” she shook her head rather violently as she buried her face in her hands, letting the tears fall there.

She couldn’t bare to look him right now, not when she didn’t feel any sympathy or empathy for him. In fact, she didn’t feel anything at all. She was a monster and she knew it.

“I love you.” he whispered.

“I loved you.” she whispered back.

––

Taking a deep breath, he let the cool, fresh air fill his lungs as the sun gently hit his face.

Ah, lovely.

He used to come to this side of the park with her, and several memories that were made in the exact spot he was standing came flooding through his mind. It took him a few years before he got the courage to come back to that spot, out of fear of the memories coming back.

Today, he wasn’t afraid at all.

In fact, he was happy.

As much as she hurt him, he was still able to smile for her, knowing that somewhere out there, she is giving love as much as she is getting the love she deserves. He was also happy knowing that by hurting, he was able to grow and grab onto other opportunities. Sure, he had gone through hell and back because of her, but he still had a lot to thank her for. Had it not been for her, he wouldn’t be able to give love another chance, and most importantly, love himself.

Just when his reverie was getting deep, it was broken upon hearing someone clear their throat. It was her.

“Hey” she said softly, offering a smile. Thankfully, it was no longer awkward between them.

“Hi.” he replied, noting how great she looked in her gown.

“You look great.” she commented as she gently dusted off the lint on his coat and straightened out his collar.

“So do you.” he said with a bashful smile. “Perhaps leaving each other did us good.” he added, making her burst into laughter.

“Clever.” she said through chuckles. “Anyway, we should head back. They’re all looking for you.” Furrowing his eyebrows, he checked his phone and gasped upon seeing he had 10 minutes left before it started.

“Yeah, you’re right. We should.” he mumbled, quickly putting his phone in his pocket and making his way out of the park. Oh no, the nerves were kicking in.

“Slow down!” she called out, giggling as she jogged after him. “You wouldn’t want to nurse your broken leg at your reception, right?”

#snk #aot #armin arlert #armin x oc #fic

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