#came out for the nth time to more people last night and i'm trying not to crawl into that pit | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

karteinss · 7 months

Text

Maid Cafe | My Boss is a slut!

Top Male Reader x Bottom Diluc

*Continuation/Bonus part of the previous part of Maid Cafe.

CW: Slight Reader x Kaeya for the first half, Dub-con (?), Creampie, slight degrading, slut shaming, ass to mouth, feminizing (ass called ass-pussy).

“Angh— Ah~ mnffhh”

Moans were heard throughout the dim office. You fucked the warm tight hole even faster, gripping the blue haired man's hair as you fucked him like a rabid dog, he was moaning like a bitch in heat as he came for the nth time.

“You like this, don't you?” You teased the man but all he could do was let out whorish moans.

“You fucking slut, you love this didn't you? Being fucked in the office, wanting other people to see?” You whispered into his ear as you nibbled on it, your thrusts became faster as wet slaps filled the room.

Before he knew it, you came inside of him, making him let out a small whine.

As you both cleaned up the mess in the office, Kaeya said goodbye as he winked, leaving you alone in the slightly dim office.

You sat on your office chair as you leaned back, letting out an exhausted sigh.

After you knew he worked in a maid cafe, you couldn't help but fuck his tight little ass-pussy everyday, and everywhere.

You glanced over at your watch, showing the time of 12am, it was already time for you to go home but you wanted to stay in the office just for a bit.

You looked down, noticing the tent in your pants. You were still hard after the encounter as you reached over the bulge and started to rub your fingers onto it, making you let out a small moan at the touch.

You had sex in the office already, so why not rub one off here too, right?

You stood up as you made your way to the men's bathroom, making your way inside. As you made your way inside one of the stalls, you immediately unzipped your pants and pulled down your briefs just enough to pull out your hardened cock, teasing the tip as you started to fist your cock.

“Anghh...F-fuck..”

You groaned loudly, imagining a tight ass-pussy clenching down onto your fat cock, you thrusted faster onto your hand, trying to reach your climax before you hear a small whimper.

“mnhh..!”

A soft and whiny voice was heard, making you confused. That was definitely not you, so who..?

You suddenly heard squelching and even slight moans, there was definitely someone here, and possibly doing the deed too!

But, last he checked there wasn't anyone on this floor. No one could possibly be here either except for your boss, you, and those who had a night shift but they were all women besides you... But Kaeya left just a few minutes ago, and Diluc said he'll leave first...So who exactly?

Another moan was heard, this time in a more high pitched tone, a desperate plea to be fucked. Your eyes glitens in lust as you unlocked the stall door and searched in the other stalls in a hurry.

The moans got louder and louder, a needy plea to be fucked like a slut they are. You frantically searched every stall, desperate like the horn dog you were, wanting to get your dick wet.

As you tried to open the last stall, you realized it was occupied as you smirk. You knocked as you teased the man that was in the stall.

“What a slut you are, open the stall.” You demanded, wanting to fuck this whiny man, the way his voice was so feminine and so...

Before you could finish, the door unlocked, revealing a familiar red hair, spreading his legs out for you and with a dildo inserted inside his pink hole.

It was your boss, Diluc.

This was your chance to fuck your hot boss, no?

You smirked at the sight as you whistled, taking in the beautiful sight Infront of you as you walked into the stall and locking it.

“I knew you were a slut all along, Boss.” You teased as you revealed your hardened cock to Diluc as he was eyes wide, not expecting such a humongous cock. He blushed at the comment, turning away and not looking at you, drool and sweat was on his face, watery substances was on the floor.

“I..I-I'm not a slut..” He denied the allegation as he looked back at you, his red crimson eyes were full of need and lust as you looked down to his hole that was clenching onto a medium sized dildo, the way it was pink and fluttering made you smirk.

You hummed in response before leaning onto the red haired man before slowly taking out the dildo from his ass, letting out a loud moans from him.

“Anhhn-noo” He whined as the object was taken away from his hole and thrown into the slippery ground. His slutty hole was dripping with lube as you licked you lips and squatted, your face was Infront of his well lubed up hole as you decided to implant a kiss on it, making your boss let out a whimper in response.

“N-no~ T-that's dirty..!” He whimpered, tears were starting to form from his eyes. He whined even more as you slip your tongue inside the tight hole, tasting the sweet walls as you licked and ate him out.

“Mnffhh!!” He moaned out loudly, his tongue sticking out as he tried to get your tongue out by pulling you off by your hair but to no avail. He kept whining, saying things about how it's dirty but you didn't mind.

“mfyu mfwanted twhis, hnwo?” You said as you were eating him out, your tongue teasing his insides as you held his thighs apart. Meanwhile your other hand was jacking off, leaking precum from the head.

As your tongue plunged deeper inside him, it ripped out a moan from him as he reached his climax.

You pulled out as you licked your lips from the feast, you whistled at the sight of him in bliss.

What a slut he is.

“You want my cock, don't you?” Your husky voice asked him, making him twitch. You spit on your hand as you wetten your cock with the spit.

“Y-yes..” He says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as you teased him by slightly pushing in your cock head inside his wet hole but not moving afterwards, making him whine in disastifaction.

“N-noo~ p-pleasehh..need you!” He whimpered out, his beautiful crimson eyes were glassy as he begged you to move.

“I can't hear you, darling..” You smirked, making him blush at the sudden pet name, he hesitated before replying.

“P-please fuck my slutty hole..~!” He whimpered out, which made you smirk further as you plunged deep inside him, immediately hitting the deepest parts of him as he rips out a scream of pleasure.

“ANGHH~!! O-OHH—” He was practically moaning like a birth in heat, fat drops of tears released from his glassy eyes as he was squirming on your cock, signaling you to move as you nodded.

“Fuck, your hole is as tight as your brother's.” You whispered into his ear as he let out a small needy whimper.

You pulled out slightly before thrusting back in the tight wet heat, making his hole stretch as his eyes roll back from such pleasure.

“Mnffhh~~”

“Is my cock good, baby?” You cooed as you pounded his ass like no tomorrow, wet slaps were heard throughout the bathroom stall, making it noisy as hell as you couldn't help but groan.

“Y-YES! F-faster..!!! Mmhhh~”

“Ahh fuckk...! You're so fucking tight...!” You pounded faster, wanting to reach your climax as all Diluc could do is scream yes's.

“MNFF~! Y-yes..! Yesyesyesyes!!!” He moaned out between his sobs of pleasure, he was filled with ecstasy as you finally hit his prostate after a rough thrust, making him scream.

“A-ANGHH~!!!!!” He cried out as he spilled cum on your stomach, he was exhausted but you weren't done yet.

Your thrusts didn't stop, you kept pounding and pounding into his hole like it was your personal Fleshlight, the way it clenched down on your fat cock made you roll your eyes back as you couldn't help but fuck into the tight heat.

His moans were slutty, like his brother. You wondered if you could have a threesome with both of them...

You kept fucking into his body, also reaching for your climax as you were pounding him like a rabbit, fucking his ass-pussy in such a rush as you finally came inside his wet hole, filling it with your cum.

Diluc was drooling so much at this point, eyes unfocused and cloudy from being fucked dumb by you, only thinking of you and your cock...

You pulled out as his hole gushes out your cum as you smirked at your creation.

“My Boss is a slut.” You said to yourself as you zipped back your pants and left him lying there.

#dom reader #smut #sub character #top male reader #top reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin fanfic #maid cafe #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc smut #diluc x you #sub diluc

870 notes · View notes

flydotnet · 7 months

Text

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

Well, would you look at the anomaly: for once, I'm not making Matsuyama eat the floor! He gets to be a bit of a caretaker this time, and not in a WY fashion, just in a "taking care of your soccer buddy" way.

I was originally going to write this one with a very similar premise but also with an OC, but my brain decided it wasn't Ziggy time - it was platonic JunMatsu time instead. To be fair to my brain, they're my favourite parallel in all of CT, and I don't write them nearly enough as their canon selves (the HSAU being another thing altogether in that regard). To say this all started from watching France 24 and seeing a weather forecast for Amsterdam, London and Paris one morning last week…

It may just be me, but God the idea of those two being roommates during international tournaments lives rent-free inside my head. It's done so since I first discovered Mikono's work on Twitter like a year and a half ago, but man, she makes a compelling argument.

Midway through writing this, for some reason that I can only call "JY Anime Is Ongoing Syndrome", my Misugi decided to become an assistant coach instead… when I was trying to set this fic during either the U19 tournament or U23 Olympics. So that was weird, but I guess this means this story is set in an alternate timeline where Misugi did end up becoming coach instead of a useless-ass defender one of Japan's flagship players. I like writing this guy as a bit more aloof and loopy than he'd be in canon, just because I like that characterization from doujins. It's a fun way to write what's otherwise a very serious character! Misugi can be a bit silly, as a treat.

---------------

A Dulled Blade Can Never Win

Summary: Fatigue, roommates and a bit of a bad heart day.

Fandom: Captain Tsubasa

Word Count: 1.3K words

AO3 version available here.

-----------

His heartbeat is irregular, today.

That’s the first thing that came to Jun’s mind when he woke up. Live for over twenty years with a sham for a heart and you’re bound to be attuned to its overly demanding needs, even while half-awake. The discomfort is an instinctive thing, like the sting of a bug bite or the sensation of needing rest. He doubts anyone not in his shoes would understand this to the unconscious level he feels. Who even thinks about their heartbeats? It’s like breathing, to normal people.

Well, maybe normal people do think about their heartbeats when they’re abnormal. They’re just not as used or attuned to their pulse as he is. Now, he only has to find out why: it could be regular arrythmia, it sometimes happen, but it could also be a lot more devious.

The thought remains on his mind for the rest of the morning. He follows conversations about strategies, tactics and who gets to be a starter player this time around. Coach Kira asks for his opinion and all he can provide is surface-level pleasantries, he’s sure of it. Or maybe he did just spew out whatever ideas he had brainstormed during the night. Who knows; not him, unfortunately.

It’s all very fuzzy and beyond him, at times, in this strange way that shouldn’t be the case anymore. You don’t live for over twenty years with a faulty heart to get distracted by its symptoms anymore. He’s swallowed the hypertrophic cardiomyopathy so long ago, why is it now biting him back? Can’t he just do his job properly?

Eventually, they’re back in their rooms. Somewhere in the haze of his heart bothering him for the nth time this week, he remembers he should research their next opponent – Spain, maybe? Or was it Brazil? Too familiar. Portugal, then? No, no, they’re already eliminated, have been for a while judging by the fact he can’t even remember… God, this is starting to look bad on his front.

Why can’t he focus? Even the lines in his book are starting to swim and make no sense. His heart is still beating too fast, and his head feels light on his neck. Perhaps he is about to slip into an attack and isn’t realizing yet. Maybe that’s what the haze is. Perhaps he should see Coach Gamo about this? Wait, no, he’s the med school student here, what is he even think –

Hey, you in there?

The voice is loud, strong and perhaps a little frustrated; yet it nonetheless remains calm and controlled. It snaps him out of that… was it a pensive trance? Or was it something else? Who knows, who knows… He didn’t even know he had slipped into one. That’s… weird. What was he thinking about? Ah, dammit, the page of the book is cornered, he must have done that when he jumped.

Right, yes, there is someone right in front of his face – his roommate, as it turns out. He hadn’t even heard Matsuyama come in, how long has he been here? Questions for another time, he supposes.

“Oh, it’s just you,” he nonchalantly replies. “What can I do for you?”

“You were zoning the hell out, so I was wondering if you were okay.” His eyes squint. “You don’t look like it to me.”

Oh no, not this spiel again.

“Why thank you for the concern, but I’m quite alright. I was merely just deep in thought.”

Of course, it’s now that Matsuyama has chosen to be a sceptic.

“Oh really? You’ve been like that all morning-long, man. What were you thinkin’ about?”

“Uh…” Good question, isn’t it! “Our next opponent.” Yeah that sounds good – what?

Somehow, during that very short snap of inattention, somehow, his suspicious teammate has found the time to lean in front of him and put a hand on his forehead. Soon enough, he’s started gritting his teeth, eyebrows knitting.

“Wait, you’re burning up!” He yells out immediately thereafter.

“That’d explain some things,” Jun thinks out loud with half his mind operating. “Wait.”

Goddammit. It’s not how you reassure someone like Matsuyama. Once he’s onto you, he’ll never let you go. If only he could’ve kept it shut…

“What do you mean, that’d explain some things?”

This is a good way to buy a one-way ticket to the infirmary, yes.

“Things being fuzzy, for lack of a better term. I thought it was just my heart playing tricks on me.”

“You sound awfully unconcerned about that.”

“You do tend to become used to things like this. I’m pretty sure you’d know what I mean by that.”

He has a chuckle at his comrade’s expense.

“Point granted, after some time, it must just be an annoyance.” His eyes squint again. “You’re sure you’re –” oh, now they’re wide open, “hey, wait, you’ve still got a fever!”

Well, looks like his diversion plan has failed. That’s the issue with trying to convince Matsuyama of all people: this guy never forgets. It’s like he has a built-in radar for people’s discomfort and he will do something about it, no matter the price and no matter how harsh his tone has to get (he usually apologizes about fifteen minutes later, twenty if you’ve really worried him. Don’t ask Jun how he knows that). Oh well, he’s tried.

Maybe that’s the reason why they keep sticking the two of them in the same bedroom, even after all those years and fine-tuning who goes along with who (and his roommate would be able to chart it all out, if you could read his handwriting). They just figured he’d pay attention to Matsuyama’s numerous bruises and he’d keep watch over his tendency to… embellish the truth, yes. Habits die hard and if those two aren’t the living showcase of that, then what is?

“It does sound like it, if you say so.”

“Well, you’re the future doctor of us two, so… Where do I bring you? The infirmary?”

“You could also let me be, Matsuyama. It’s just a—”

“I’m not doin’ that, no, not when I know who you are.”

“You can’t ask for a doctor’s advice and just ignore it.”

“That’s not medical advice and you know it.”

Oh… He isn’t even smiling.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry yourself about it,” Jun tries saying with a hand on his chest (force of habit).

“There aren’t a lot of guys you could be saying that to here, but I’m certainly not one of them.” He kneels back down to his level. “Especially if it’s about your heart, then I’m not lettin’ that shit pass.”

Stupid force of habit.

“You don’t completely zone out like that, usually,” he continues. “You’re sure you sleep at night?”

“I do, yes.” Perhaps not much, but yes, he does get some winks in… when insomnia doesn’t hit, that is. “Although I’ll agree with you, I’m usually sharper than that.”

“To the infirmary it is with you, then.”

Jun sighs. For all intents and purposes, it’s very much affectionate.

“You really aren’t gonna give up anytime soon, won’t you?”

“Nope. It’s either you go willingly or I’m getting someone with bigger arms than I am to put you there.” Matsuyama sighs as well. “I hate that phrasing, but it’s for your own good.”

Eventually, Jun feels his shoulders lower.

“Fine, fine,” he replies as he gets up. “It’s an off day and seeking medical assistance for non-urgent situations is better than letting something potentially dangerous fester. I’ll go.”

His roommate follows, far more relaxed than before.

“Good. I’d have hated forcing your hand.”

“I know.” He walks to the door. “See you later, then.”

Before he can open it, however, Matsuyama follows.

“Wait, Misugi! I’m coming with you.”

“If you want,” he replies with a shrug.

Maybe one day he’ll be able to admit he likes having someone to rely on – but for now, they just make their way out of the living quarters in silence.

#whumptober 2023 #no.4 #you in there?#captain tsubasa #fic

1 note · View note

manila-bae · 1 year

Text

Girlie is afraid and anxious.

I have quite a lot of thoughts in my head tonight so I wrote them here in hopes of me being able to let them out and calm myself down. I'm unsure how you exclusively date someone in this very modern time.

As implied in my old posts, I have been single for quite some time now and came from a four-year relationship, so I have no idea how dating happens these days. I don't know if courting someone is still a thing, or does one just simply ask the other person out and they just literally see where it goes? I'm totally clueless about how it happens now! When do they decide they want to date someone? How do they realize that they like someone enough to date them exclusively? Do they happen to ask up front if they plan to date you exclusively? Or is this just literally trying to feel it all the way until one makes the first move?

I can't help but feel like laughing because of all these questions in my head. I really have no idea how dating happens these days. It makes me anxious when I think about me being loyal to the guy I'm talking to and the possibility of him talking with more than one woman. I know that some people would frown upon me being loyal already but I just take it seriously, even just being in the talking stage because dating is not something I'm willing to play with. Anyway, it makes me anxious because I really don't know how should I go about this. I don't want to come off too strong by asking serious questions but at the same time, it confuses me and makes me anxious that we're communicating almost every day for almost two months now and we have not been out on a real date still. Or does that only happen when he officially asks me out? I do not know, and that's what makes me anxious. My guards are all up because I don't want to allow myself to develop feelings for someone who might not be thinking of dating me exclusively and might not be willing to develop his feelings for me.

Admittedly, I am afraid to get hurt again. There, I said it. I am afraid because the last time I got hurt, I lost myself and it took me a long time to find myself again. The last time I got hurt, I felt like everything was taken away from me and I had nothing left except my broken heart. So yes, I'm afraid to get hurt again. I'm afraid to get my heart broken again. I'm afraid to fall for someone who might not feel the same way towards me. So when I say I'm afraid and anxious, I have reasons to be because I don't want to go back to that dark place I was in.

Last night, I was bawling my eyes out because I was praying to God again (for the nth time) that if this man is not meant for me and that our connection will not develop into something more, He should take him out of my life as early as possible because that would hurt less than me continuing this and getting hurt more in the long run. I was literally begging with tears for God to just please, please get him out of my life. I'd rather he ghost me now than be rejected by him in the future once my feelings develop. I've been praying this to Him for several weeks now because I just am so afraid of where this might go, and so last night, I prayed and begged. I told God that I don't want a man as another life lesson, I want a man who will be there to love, care, and support me and if he's not that man, God should take him out of my life already. Again, I've been praying this for weeks now after seeing on TikTok that some girls do this, and God always does it immediately for them so I thought of trying it out too. I know God knows what is best for all of us (my Catholic self is speaking) and the TikTok girlies said that when they pray this, God acts on it as fast as he could. And despite my praying this for weeks now concerning the same man, this man never goes away. He's always there to chat with me and we even went out once. Every time, I pray that God takes him out of my life if he's not the one for me and if the two of us won't work out eventually... but this man always comes back, it's literally irritating me at this point. Hahaha! I don't know what God even wants to happen to me but I just truly hope and pray that He will do what will make me happy, calm, and contented.

I told myself that I'd give this man around June probably because I do believe that men who are not serious with someone won't talk to you almost every day for three months or more. Only men who are serious and have good intentions will do that, because hello? Three months is already a long time for you to just be tiptoeing around a woman you only want to fuck and leave after, right? I don't want to let my guard down so easily, so I have this push-pull thing when it comes to him because yes, I do enjoy his company and all that, but I'm also afraid to let my guard down because I don't know what he wants with me and out of this connection we have. I'm really skeptical about this. Again, I have cried and begged and prayed for God to take him out of my life but well, he's still here. I don't know when. I'm not looking forward to that day coming because I really don't want that to happen since I am really enjoying this man's company and I do enjoy talking to him. But then again, my guards are up and they will be up until the day comes when he lays out his feelings and officially asks me to date him exclusively and be his girlfriend.

That might sound so delusional but I am just being true. I want this to work out despite the fear and anxiety I have, and despite my being unsure of where this is going to lead. If it works out, I'll definitely be happy. I admitted to myself that after such a long time, I found peace and happiness again with someone. If it doesn't, then I'd just have to say thank you to him for making me happy even for a short time and for allowing me to find peace and happiness again which I have never felt because of someone for a long time now. It will hurt, I know. I feel pain so much and embrace it as long as I could because I allow myself to just feel, so I will just let that pain linger until I have grown out of it.

But God... if there is a chance that it can work out, then please let it work out. Maybe it can. All I have are these maybes and ifs right now but if these maybes and ifs are powerful enough to make all these come true, then it won't be a loss for me to have these maybes and ifs.

0 notes

miyarii · 3 years

Text

-deserved-

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Reader, Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: cheating ;-;

Summary: He still remembers it all. How he hurt you. But now that doesn't seem to matter to you. At least not anymore, when you've moved on. And he is left behind to pick up the pieces of his own broken heart. Maybe he deserved it.

Note: i saw that someone requested a part 2, and i immediately read through the fic again and realized holy shit, they were right. this is vague. this is bad. oh gosh, i hope i delivered it somewhat sufficiently. i don't think i did. well, i need to improve more >-< i'm tagging @multi-fandom-fanfic for this since they requested for a part 2. i hope it lives up to your expectations ^o^

part 1 | part 2

He couldn't sleep.

There were bags on his eyes, and his appearance was messy and unkempt. He looked at the clock on his bedside table, watched as it turned 2:13 A.M. 7 months later, and thoughts of you still plagued his mind.

Well, it was only fair. He deserved it.

He stopped seeing her after you left. He remembers it all. Even in his drunken haze, he remembers all of those times he let himself be stupid. Him texting you he wouldn't be coming over for the night. The feeling of her skin on his, her coy giggles as they danced around, soon ending up tangled in each other. Her stupid little kisses that spurred his recklessness on. Him excusing his wrongs, his guilt, by saying he was drunk. And repeat.

He thought he loved her all those times, only to regret it in the mornings. Fucking stupid, and he hates it. How could he even think of loving another, when you were already there?

He missed you. So damn much.

As if his body had a mind of its own, he picked up his phone, already scrolling trhough his contacts to call you. Just when he was about to press call, he stopped. He didn't have the right to do that anymore. Instead, he opted to read your last messages to him. For the nth time.

'Goodmorning, Atsu. Did you sleep well?'

'Hinata-san's texting me. Are you still asleep?'

'If I find out you ended up drinking at some bar and got shitfaced AGAIN, I will kick your ass.'

'I have to go to work. Can't drop over your place rn. I'll just tell Hinata-san you'll be late, ok? See you later <3'

'I love you.'

The last brought him to tears.

I love you too, he meant to text back. But at that time, he was too busy trying to stop her from kissing his face all over. With a heavy heart, he willed himself to at least get enough rest for today.

"My girlfriend's in the shower. I'll just tell her I have people over today. Make yourselves at home."

"Ya' have a girlfriend, Omi-omi? How long?"

"Yes. We're still new, but I can see myself with her for a lifetime. Now shut up." He was in disbelief. Kiyoomi actually had someone. How did he manage to keep it under wraps?

Immediately, Bokuto and Hinata started chatting about random topics, volleyball, food, their favorite matches. He only listened halfheartedly, too engrossed in looking around Kiyoomi's apartment.

And then he saw it. A neat, framed picture of Kiyoomi and his girlfriend, the man sporting a small genuine smile..... and your bright one matching his. His whole world stopped.

Fuck him.

You stepped out of your shared room with Kiyoomi, already smiling and ready to greet your guests. The moment your eyes landed on him, your smile faltered. He only stared at you, hoping that you will see the longing hidden behind his gaze. He missed you so much.

Then it hit him again. You were with Kiyoomi, not him.

Kiyoomi, being the observant person he is, noticed the quiet exhange between you. His brows furrowed, and he leaned over to whisper something in your ear. You froze before whispering back, and he watched as Kiyoomi's brows rose in confusion, and then his face morphed with an expression Atsumu couldn't quite define. Atsumu felt something stir in him, but he quickly tampered it down with another reminder that Kiyoomi was your boyfriend, not him.

You looked back over to the three of them, and smiled. "Hello. My name's Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you." Hinata looked at you with surprise, him being the only other person to know that you were with Atsumu before. Bokuto only smiled, unknowing of the atmosphere surrounding the group. "Hi, Y/N-san! Nice to meet you too, I'm Kotaro Bokuto."

"Do you guys want anything to eat? I can pull something up." You looked at Kiyoomi, who in turn looked at the others.

"Nah, we're all good! We just came over to discuss tactics for the upcoming match," Bokuto answered, still quite oblivious to the scene unfurling in front of him.

Atsumu blinked.

'I can't tell you to love her more than I did you... because I know there is no one in my life who I will love more than you.'

'You deserved my love, Atsumu. It was me who didn't deserve yours.'

Was that just a lie?

As he watched you laugh with the others, nuzzle up to Kiyoomi every now and then, seemingly oblivious to his eyes burning into the two of you, he knew that you weren't lying. You wouldn't be able to love anyone more than him, but you certainly could learn to love someone just as much. And you didn't deserve his love. Because you deserved the love of someone better.

Well, he thought, it's only fair. I deserve it.

228 notes · View notes

universalistotalis · 3 years

Text

The Fifth Date

Bokuto Koutarou (Timeskip!!!) x Female Reader

credits to the owner of the picture :)

3k words

kinda long but it's worth it i guess

Masterlist!!!

You can’t believe this. You just can’t!

“Hey, are you alright?” Bokuto Koutarou looked at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. You looked up and wondered if he really was worried or just being polite but either way, you stared right at his pupils.

“I am.” You agreed, letting go of his gaze and wanting to end the conversation.

This was your fifth date with him but there were no sparks since the first. You just didn’t feel his vibes and he could be so noisy at times which you hated. There was selfishness underneath his skin and it reeked in your nostrils. You hated egotistic people and you weren’t going to tolerate this much longer.

What your friends saw in Bokuto, you had no idea! They were all swooning over him when they set you up on a date together. They kept saying that he was perfect so you, being the hopeless romantic that you are, expected a prince who would be a gentleman, who would listen to you talk for hours on end, who would be so loving and caring… But instead, you were presented with boastfulness and chaos all wrapped up into one big muscle of a man! He did look like a prince but that was it!

“You know you can tell me right? I’ll listen.” You didn’t mistake the softness in his voice as he continued to stare at you lovingly.

You didn’t know if it was the beautiful place that he brought you to or if it was his kindness that made your brain turn into mush. But for the first time in five dates, your heart was hammering, its beats already like drums in your ears.

“I-I’m fine.” You stuttered and kept your eyes on the horizon.

You heard him sigh beside you on the railing you were both leaning on. The place you both drove to was divine as it overlooked the city. The twinkling lights below were mimicking the stars above and there were lanterns that hung overhead as well, casting the whole place in a lazy glow. You took a deep breath of the fresh air as you calmed yourself from the most stressful day of your life and from your whirlwind of a date.

A little rustling was heard and before you knew it, you were enveloped in warmth and his scent. Bokuto wrapped his jacket around you, letting you face him, so that he could pull the zipper up to your chest.

“There, so you won’t have to worry.” He smiled sweetly.

So he did notice the large coffee stain on your shirt and not once did he show that he was irked by it. You tried your best to cover it but of course you can't. Everyone at work gave you the side glance or the 'what-the-fuck-happened-to-you' look but he didn’t!

This can’t be happening. Were you reminiscing all those moments with Koutarou? AND NOW YOU’RE CALLING HIM KOUTAROU?!

You rolled around on your bed, a pillow tucked underneath your arms. A muffled scream was released as you felt an intense tingling sensation all over your body. You were supposed to end that fifth date! You were supposed to tell him that you both should see other people!

But the way he acted that night… it was as if he’s… perfect.

“Don’t hide from me.” He whispered in your ear as you cried in his arms. As his scent and warmth put your senses to overdrive with the jacket, you couldn’t help but sob. It was like the world was against you today. Even the document from work that you were so ready to pass, crashed on you. Even the coffee that you made this morning with care, splashed your white collared shirt. Even your ID lace that seemed so insignificant, decided to get caught on the doorknob and almost snapped your neck in two! And to spice things up, your evil boss humiliated you in the inter-department presentation even when the CEO of the company congratulated you on a job well done!

It was the little depressing and annoying moments that accumulated in your chest.

“Today has been s-so hard.” You cried in his shirt. “I keep on trying my best but it’s like I’m not doing enough. I'm not enough.”

The gentle rocking of your body stopped as he heard the words fall out of your mouth.

“Hey, don’t say that.” He cooed and trying to hold you at arm’s length. “You’re more than enough.”

You shook your head and tried to avoid his eyes again as he searched for yours. Fingers gripped on your chin to steady you and you melt for the nth time tonight.

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself. Alright? This day may have been difficult for you and maybe there are more days that would be the same but you shouldn’t doubt your efforts. The fact that you made it through, that’s already something to be grateful about.” He said while wiping your tears away. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t cry about them once in a while. Let yourself feel but then get back up again, yeah?”

You nodded but you felt another round of sobs escape your mouth. He pouted as he saw your wounded state and again, you were held close to his broad chest, away from the hurt, the pain, the stress…

This was dangerous. Are you actually falling for him? You’re actually falling for the loud guy that you swore you hated?!

‘Hey, hey, hey!’

His voice reverberated inside your skull and with that sound came the print of his smile on your brain. He had the nicest set of teeth and the nicest golden eyes you’ve ever seen. His skin was flawless too and under any light, you swore he was shining.

You couldn’t help but grin at the—

Yes…

This is bad. Really bad.

“You wanna dance?” He offered his hand out to you, smiling shyly. You were surprised at his somehow timid expression as you were so used to him being his confident self.

“I don’t know how.” You said breathlessly as you stared at his gorgeous face.

He let out a chuckle and reached out for your hand under the table. “Let’s figure it out, c’mon.”

The platform was small and there were four couples slowly dancing to the romantic song that was being played by a live band.

He led your hands to encircle his neck while his rested on your waist. All the motions, even the slightest graze of his skin on yours, were making your mind hazy. Everything seemed to blur and the only thing that made sense were the two of you in each other’s embrace.

“You’re so tall.” You whispered mindlessly which made him chuckle. He noticed that you could barely wrap your arms around his neck and that your arms were getting floppy due to fatigue. He then guided you to hug him around his waist instead so he could pull you closer.

“I’ve never danced like this before.” He confessed, swaying stiffly at the music.

“I can tell.” You giggle and look up at him in time to see him pout.

He poked your side, deliberately tickling you for a while. “That’s mean.”

“But it’s my first time too. And I kinda like it.” You said shyly, feeling your cheeks warm even with the cold night air.

“You think you could get used to it?” He asked, hope laced in his question.

“Of course.” You smiled up at him.

He smiled back and his eyes twinkled as he stared. He scooped your right hand and brought it to his lips for a quiet kiss then slowly intertwined your fingers with his, all while maintaining eye contact.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” You screamed into your pillow again as your head played that scene.

Sleep was so far away now that your adrenaline was so high because of him! You swore you could still feel his lips on your skin. It was as if he imprinted it there and nothing on earth can take that away now.

“Bokuto, stop haunting me! Let me sleep!”

“Now, listen here, missy.” The owner of the restaurant pointed to you sternly as she stood behind the counter. “Tell this boyfriend of yours to stop going here and actually get some much deserved rest! Athletes shouldn’t be tiring themselves!”

You chuckled at her actions and stole a glance at Bokuto who’s pouting excessively at the older woman with his hair seemingly deflating at her ministrations.

“But I like your food!” He whined.

The woman clicked her tongue, as if annoyed. “You can have better food from where you live. Now, stop pestering me!”

“I will come back here more often if you say that!” He smirked and leaned on the counter.

“As if! I know you’ll come back no matter what happens.” She rolls her eyes then turned to you. “We can’t get rid of him even if we wanted to!”

They kept bickering back and forth as you waited for the fruit shakes and other snacks that Bokuto ordered for takeout. It was a long drive back home and he said didn’t want you to get thirsty or hungry. You just listened to their banters and even though they were dissing each other out, you can’t miss the loving and motherly look the owner had for Bokuto.

“You’re a regular here?” You asked him as you settled on the carseat.

“I’m a fan of the view. And as you saw, I’m quite close with the owners and the workers. This is my safe space.” He replied and started the engine.

“When was the last time you went here?” You inquired, suddenly curious of his whereabouts.

“Yesterday.” He shrugged. “And the day before that. And maybe the whole of last week.”

Your eyes widened at his answer. “This is like two or three hours away! How?!”

“I needed some place to relax. And think.” He smiled sadly as maneuvered the car to begin the journey back home.

“Are you alright?” You blinked at your question. His voice seemed low and so sad in contrast to his usual loud and noisy screeches that you were so damn used to. This Bokuto in front of you was so hard to read!

He turned to you for a split second before averting his eyes on the road. “I am. I guess.”

“Don’t hide from me.” You bit your lip hard as you repeated his words to you. You wanted to know him more, to understand his feelings, and to make him feel better.

“Hey, you can’t use my lines against me.” He laughed lightly as he looked at you. Your eyes were begging him to tell you how he is and who was he to resist? “I’m just nervous about the incoming games, that’s all.”

“You still get nervous?” You turned to him, a little surprised.

“Why are you so shocked? Of course, I do! Some less nerve- wrecking than the others but I do always get tension at every game.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair while thinking. “But the upcoming match is a qualifying game for the Olympics so everyone is anxious.”

“Who are you against with?” You asked.

“See, now that’s another one of my worries. The competitors have still not been announced so we have to wait for a month. A whole month! What am I supposed to do?!” He said exasperatedly. “And just last week, one of our teammates got injured so they gave us time off. You know, to rest and shit. But I am restless and—"

“So that’s why you come all the way here?” You concluded.

“Yeah.” He breathed. “The drive gets my mind off of the anxiety and their food just makes me feel like I’m home.”

‘So he is human after all.’ You said to yourself. It was the simplest realization but it did so many wonders for your feelings and understanding towards him.

The drive home was filled with stories of sadness and laughter. You both sipped at your drinks and munched at the chips he bought. And as you both neared your home, it dawned on you that this was the best date you’ve ever had in your life! Bokuto’s so laid back and chill, kind and generous. He listened so intently and patiently to all your life stories and he had a good memory too, remembering the things you’ve told him about yourself in the past dates.

You sighed while sitting up. There’s no question that you were falling in deep for this guy. During the drive, he became his noisy self, acting all the spikes he did at the games comically but instead of being annoyed, you had tears in your eyes because you had laughed so much at his acting. You loved listening to him talk and you realized he wasn’t selfish at all!

Go figure.

Maybe you just mistook his confidence for selfishness and egocentricity.

You can’t believe that you were itching to lengthen the time you had with him. The car was now parked in front of where you lived and it was time to say goodbye.

Your eyes met and there was a tinge of sadness in his eyes which surprised you.

“Look.” He turned to the passenger seat and leaned closer. “I know that I’m not the best date there is and you may have been agreeing to these just because of obligation from your friends but… I’d like you to know that I—“

Closing his eyes, he exhaled. “I really like you.”

As the words were uttered, your body visibly tenses under his gaze.

Panic rises in his gut as he realized what he did. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“N-no!” You tried to swallow. “You didn’t scare me.”

“Then why do you look like you’ve seen ghost?” He chuckled lightly not giving up his stares.

Your shoulders slumped as you sighed. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

He nodded, still looking. “I guess this will be our last, huh?”

“What?”

“I know you don’t like me and you hate my company. I just really like you so I tried to drag it out for so long.” He said sheepishly as he deflated back into his seat. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and I’m so sorry if I did.”

This was not how you imagined ending your date. You were supposed to be the one saying that this will be the last. You were supposed to be excited about not seeing him again. You were supposed to go now! But the universe really did pull a reverse card on you today.

“Bokuto…” You started, feeling the guilt consume you to the bones. “I’m sorry if I made you feel that I didn’t like you.”

He was fiddling with his fingers now.

“It's just that your first impressions lasted so bad that it blinded me to who you really were.” Be honest. Just be fuckin’ honest! “I did think I didn’t like you but after tonight, you proved me wrong.”

His face looked at you in a flash, eyes finding the meaning behind your words.

“I didn’t know you could be like this!” You gestured to him, a little frustrated because your heart was pounding so bad and it became so difficult to breathe.

“Like what?” A smirk was beginning to form at his lips.

“This!” You laughed. “You’re fun to be with. You’re calm and reliable when needed. And just… yeah.” You’re just perfect.

You stared at each other’s eyes for a while longer, trying to read and drown in each other.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to give it another try?” You asked, hoping to god he’ll say yes to your request.

His eyes widened for a moment and his gray hair perked up a little bit.

“I told you I like you.” He smiled. “Why would I say no to that?”

Your phone beeped beside you. And if you weren’t so red enough from the memory, you knew that you were flaming red now.

It was a text from Bokuto.

Can’t sleep :(

You sighed at what he said. His anxiety about the game catches onto him so much that he often gets insomnia. The poor baby. You were about to reply when another text popped out.

I may or may not be outside your home.

“What?!” You panicked while swiftly looking for a hoodie to put on. Why is he here and why were you feeling excited at the thought of seeing him?

You asleep, little owl?

You bolted towards the doors and true enough, he was there, leaning on his car and dazzling in all his six feet and three inches glory. He looked unreal in this light even in his simple hoodie and joggers.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His husky voice greeted you as you walked closer.

“No. Can’t sleep too.” You smiled. “What brings you here?”

He shrugged. He didn’t know what came over him when he closed your distance and hugged you tight. To him, you looked like an angel sent to earth only for his eyes to see! You were in an oversized hoodie, hair a little tousled, and your face was so calm under the moonlight. Something inside him prickled at the thought of being domestic with you.

Slowly your arms wrapped around his waist and you surrendered your weight to him. In that moment, he felt like he would burst! Never did he expect for this to happen, for you to give him a chance, but here you were. He deeply breathed in your scent and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” Your voice was a mere whisper when you looked up at him.

“Like a date?” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Yeah?” You nodded.

He wondered if you had any idea about how you're making him feel crazier by the minute. If you don’t, then that’s much worse. “What am I gonna do with you?” He chuckled, arranging stray locks of your hair.

“You can go on a date with me.” You laughed and he was sure, so sure, that you felt his heart do a cartwheel when you were resting your head on his chest.

“I’d like that.” He replied hugging you tighter.

It was funny to you that you planned that fifth date to be the last. It turned out to be the first. The first real date where you felt like a princess in a fairytale. It was the first out of a never- ending series of romantic dates because Bokuto Koutarou had no plans of letting you go. Ever.

Okay, wait, hear me out. Have you seen that scene where Bokuto and Akaashi were just outside the hotel and they were just talking all calm and casual? MA'AM THAT'S WHERE I DIED SEEING BOKUTO AHHHH HE'S JUST SO PRECIOUS AND I DO BELIEVE HE CAN BE SERIOUS AND MATURE IF GIVEN THE CHANCE. I AM SIMPING HARD HELP

Masterlist!!!

Reblogs, replies are appreciated! <3

107 notes · View notes

unhinged-wallflower · 3 years

Text

Feelings in a Song

A/N: This was inspired by Dancing On My Own by Priska. I'll put some lyrics in the story to match the reader's emotion.

In this oneshot: Nanami Kento x Gn! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Grammar Errors.

Summary: Reader is a hired pianist for a company event, and they see their first love, the one who never returned their feelings. The reader is then pouring out their feelings throughout their performance.

"You will do great! It's not the first time you performed in front of a crowd! So what's the big deal?!? You told yourself for the nth time.

You took a deep breath and re-organized your music sheets for the nth time. You cleared your throat and placed your fingers on top of the piano keys. Taking a deep breath, you start playing the song. You closed your eyes as you let the vibrations of the sound hit your ears.

You've always lost yourself once you started playing. It was a comfort for you. Even if the songs didn't match your feelings, you were always able to express raw emotion. Pressing the keys, and a sigh in content when the sound waves hit your ears.

Soon enough, you finished. The audience rose from their seats and applauded. You got up and slightly bow, thanking them. It was a mistake to scan the area. As soon as you did, your eyes stopped at a pair of familiar eyes.

Your lungs felt as if they were hit with a brick. "What is he doing here? Does he work for this company?" A wound that was once sewn is now tearing up. For a split second, you felt like you needed to say hello to him, but when his attention turned to a female next to him, you sat back down.

You were now looking for a new song to perform, but someone taps your shoulder. You turned to look at the person, and it was the hostess.

He smiled at you, "Rumor has it that you can sing! Could you whip something up and sing a song for the audience?"

You looked at him and unconsciously nodded. After he left, you were cursing yourself for agreeing since you didn't prepare anything. Then it hit you, the song that you were practicing for the past week. It wasn't new or something yours, but you were able to memorize the whole thing. It was a song that you were able to relate to.

Scanning the area one more time. You needed to look at him. You needed to remember how this man used to make your heart skip beats. You needed to remember the pain that this man brought you when you realized how you couldn't have him.

"Nanami Kento, this one is for you."

You pressed the keys and let out a shaky breath.

The soothing of your voice caught the attention of everyone, but not him. People stop talking, and some got closer to where you were performing. Your eyes never left his figure the way he was close to the female and not paying attention to you.

"I'm just gonna dance all night

I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line, yeah

Stilettos and broken bottles

I'm spinning around in circles"

You close your eyes and slightly pressed the keys harder. You were trying so hard not to break down.

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh

I'm over right over here, why can't you see me? oh

I'm giving it my all

I'm not them you're taking home, ooh

I keep dancing on my own."

You didn't know why it hurt so much to see him again, it was a one-sided love after all. He was your best friend and you didn’t thought you could have fallen in love with him. You were a hard believer that best friends shouldn’t date. You remembered how you confessed to him, but he turned you down. He then started to avoid you, afraid that he was going to hurt you even more, but he thought wrong.

Your voice grew more raw as you sang. The pain you’ve let go is now consuming you. The piano keys were pressed hard, you needed to express everything. Even if it meant shedding some tears.

You open your eyes, and what you saw almost made you lose your composure. He was staring at you with wide eyes. He looked at you speechless, but when he saw your pain in your eyes he turned away.

"So far away but still so near

The lights come on, the music dies

But you don't see me standing here

I just came to say goodbye"

You smiled sadly. You sang your heart out as the song was ending and pressed the keys a bit harder to add more emotion. Your voice slightly breaking, and tears were falling. As you press the last key, everyone applauded as loud as they can. For some reason performing this song made you feel better, and you were able to let go the man you once loved.

Masterlist for JJK

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento scenario #nanami kento x gender neutral reader #nanami kento x reader

34 notes · View notes

ldyinblckmsk · 4 years

Text

Always the extra, never the lead

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back hoho serving another angst (if you squint your eyes lol). I hope I broke your heart or makes you feel pain or sad coz that's what i wanna make you feel while you read my piece oftrash. This plot is plaguing mah mind. Also, the title sucks lolololol I can't think of anything argh!

Enjoy :)

It's funny how people cheer themselves up by thinking that they are the main character of their own story. You think that it's ridiculous to give themselves a fake hope while the fact that the cycle of their story doesn't change anything. They'll never be the protagonist, no matter how hard they try to be one.

That's why you gave up, right. You settle yourself to be just a bystander, watching the main roles act their piece under the big spotlight. Watching the man you love entranced by the stare of the girl he likes. See, it's not you. Because, after all, as much as you wanted to be the Cinderella or Snow White or any other damnsel in distress, he'll never be the prince that will save you. You're just an extra.

Confess your profounding love to him? You already thought of it and considering the consequences of it, you're just a coward who didn't want to jeopardize the only relationship you had with him. You're fine with being his bestfriend. At least, you still have an excuse to be at his house until midnight just hanging out with him. You can still wear his hoodies and imagine yourself acting like how the other girls did to their significant other.

That until she came.

He spent less time hanging out with you. He rarely even talks to you and ask if you're still breathing. As if all of a sudden, every memories you spent with him vanished like a bubble when the narrator introduced his leading lady. Of course, you were jealous, infuriating to be honest, she stole your man, the ash blond you were crushing since you laid your eyes on him. And the thing that makes you go insane is the fact that you don't have the right to be angry because he's not yours to claim.

The only thing you can do is sit there and let yourself drown in pain. Pretend that you're fine with the set-up and act normal. You didn't want to mess up the play, don't you?

Fine, my ass. You're not a masochist.

They're still not together, that means she's not his either. They're still at the phase of knowing each other, so you still have a chance to confess. There's no way that they already fall in love with each other that fast.

Here you are in his room, laying comfortably on the silky sheets of his bed, staring at the ceiling. You just invite yourself to his house.

"Hey, dumbass! Are you even listening to me?" His voice snapped you out of trance. "I'm sorry. I got a lil dizzy for a sec. What were you saying?"

"You alright?" The hint of concern on his voice didn't go unnoticed by you and you just cherish this moment that way you always do. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold hands touch your forehead, his other hand on his comparing your temperature. The small act of friendship makes your blood rush to your cheeks.

"Geez. I'm fine, Katsu." You rolled your eyes at him, swatting his hand away. As much as you want to prolong the skinship, you didn't want to make yourself become a flustered mess. "Now, what were you saying?" You propped your head with both hands under your chin, as you roll on his bed now laying flat on your stomach.

"I said are you coming with me this Friday night. We're just going to eat." You looked at him suspiciously. For a second, your heart triumphs.

"Wow, you already want to see me again."

"Tch. Just say yes or no, idiot." You chuckled at his scowling face. "Just admit that you missed me, grumpy-chan."

"You're a pain in the ass."

And just like that, you didn't have any decent to sleep as you were so excited for Friday to roll. Whatever plan he has, you can't help but to think that it's like he's asking you to go out with him. Ignoring the second line he said, you let yourself dive in fantasy.

It's Thursday and you're still conflicted on what to wear, you asked for help of your friends. Surprisingly, they agreed to help you right away without raising their brows and questioning you about the date with the 'mystery man'. 'Cause they already know who it was, just from how eager you look.

Your love for the blond isn't news to them. Being classmates and friends for almost three years, they already knew how your mind works though they didn't really know how frenzy and complicated the wires in it. They just know the surface of it.

"How about this?" Mina showed you the haltered red dress that ends just above your knee. You decided on it right away which makes your friend shakes their head at your eagerness. After that, you're just casually having fun, giving you advices and tips on your so-called date from their experience.

You saw him leaning on his car, permanent scowl on his face while constantly checking his phone. You eyed him from your position, awe struck at the ravishing aura he oozes. The white dress shirt he's wearing highlights the muscle he workrd so hard to built. He looks so clean and sinful at the same time.

"There you are, grumpy-chan!" You walked towards him slowly, smacking his back as your usual greeting, smile plastered on your face with the hint of blush spreading on your cheeks. You watched him stunned for a while, eyes roaming to your body. "About fucking time. Let's go."

You were surprised when he opened the door for you but you just shake it off. He's gentle, seems like his careful with his actions.

He glanced at you for a moment before he went inside the car. His heart went wild when he saw you. He thought you looked prettier when you dressed up. He always saw you wearing baggy shirts that's why when you showed up with that tight dress he malfunctioned for a bit. You looked bold and sexy like a predator hunting its prey, quite opposite from the girl he's pining. He shakes the thoughts of you away as he began to drive.

Akiya is full of sunshine and rainbows. She's sweet and looks vulnerable like an antique dishware that needs to be taken care of. And he has the great urge to protect the quirkless girl. Funny, how he was so bully to Deku being quirkless and here he was falling for one.

He was so upset to himself when he found out his stupid affection to the girl. Their constant talking amd bubbly personality made it possible to like her. But everytime he's with her, his mind straying away to your well-being. He knew that you have feelings for him but he didn't dig further because you're not vocal about it. With how much his time was spent with you, he cared deeply for you. He loves you, of course, but it isn't like kind of love you felt for him.

After sorting out those endless thoughts, still, his adoration for Akira weighs more than your friendship.

That's why he's inviting you to dinner with him.

The anxiety is bubbling up inside you. The look on his face screams that there's something going on inside his head that you're not ready to unravel. Call it instinct but something feels odd. The ambience around you doesn't suit your guts. You're beyond happy that you're having a good time with him but there's this unsettling feeling that's eating your inside.

Is this what you think it is?

He's the one who initiates the conversation first, sensing the awkwardness in your table. Feeling blue, you just answered him with nods and short words. Clenching your jaw as you forced yourself to smile naturally. It's not really that difficult for you to do it since you are good at hiding.

The dinner was served and you just sat there, eating in silence. You don't dare move your eyes from your plate. You felt him checking on you for the nth time of the night then followed by a sigh.

You fucking knew it. Your grip on the knife was tight while slicing the tender beef. You're silently praying that you'll have the control of your emotions tonight. The night is still young but the 'date' is nearing to end.

"Y/n, just don't fucking talk and listen to me." His hand combing his spiky hair in frustration. He didn't know how to break it to you without hurting you. "What's with the serious talk, grumpy-chan? It's not like you, ya know." You laughed.

"I said I'll do the talking, idiot." You rolled your eyes at his remark."You know Akiya, right?"

"Uh, yeah, she's the girl you like, right." You said with an obvious tone in your voice, smiling, almost seemed like you're teasing him. Almost. Because the bitterness you felt left a hint on your voice.

Silence. No one dared to speak. Not because of your last statement. It seems like gods are not in the mood to heed your prayer as you desperately trying to stop the tears that you didn't know were already falling. You inhaled deeply, calming yourself down, slowly accepting your defeat.

You were the one that breaks the eerie silence. "So, you two are already together. Is that what were you going to say to me? Or is there anything el–"

Oh.

Realization strucks your chords. How can you be so fucking simpleton? A small laugh leaves your mouth while nodding your head crazily, new batch of tears forming in your eyes. He only watched you, confused.

"Oh my god! You fucking knew it. Am I right?"

"Y/n–"

"I'm a clown. You knew I love you yet–" You laughed again. People gaze at your direction, feeling pity at your state. You are mess right now.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Yes, I knew it. I knew your feelings but your my bestfriend for fuck's sake!" He raised his voice, bloodshot eyes lingering at your form.

As if like you flipped your switch, you looked at him with blank eyes, no emotions were found as you speak to him. "Is it entertaining? Is it funny to watch me make a fool of myself? Am I stroking your ego when I looked at you with fucking heart eyes huh, Bakugou? Tell me."

"That's why I'm fucking talking to you right now. I want you to stop it. I need you to stop loving me because I can't reciprocate it...I love Akiya."

"I know! Don't fucking rub it on my face. I know it. I already knew it! Okay? And yet here I am still fucking hoping that there's still a chance." You're desperately trying to sound fine, wishing for your voice not to crack. "I-I'm still fucking praying that I wish it's me. Why the hell it can't be me? Why, Katsuki?"

No, you're not going to break down in front of him. That will be last tears you'll shed. You shut your eyes tightly, regaining your control over your emotions. You didn't spare a glance at him, looking yourself at your mirror while retouching your make-up. You grabbed your phone, texting Mina to pick you up while you're talk to him. "Just so you know, I'm not going to cut ties with you. If that's what you're worried about. I'm still your friend, dropping the 'best'."

You looked up at him, eyes meeting his for the last time. You saw his pained expression, clenching his jaw when he looked away. You get up, ready to leave. "Another thing, next time when you reject someone don't do it over a fancy dinner. That just gives them a false hope and that's fucking painful." You chuckled.

Bitter smile plastered on your face, you prepare yourself for the conclusion of the story. Walking to his side, you bend to him while placing a kiss on his cheek, whispering your final dialogue as the side character.

"Goodbye, grumpy-chan."

#bnha x reader #bnha angst #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bnha #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugō #bnha bakugo katsuki

254 notes · View notes

jaeminscoffee · 4 years

Text

Ineffable.

Ineffable - Too great to be expressed in words.

Pairing - Lee Taeyong x reader

Genre- Pure fluff!

Word count- 2.58k

Warnings- None but please let me know if THIS amount of fluff is cringe or not kselkkd. Also, I'm sorry if this story's dissapointing, my health hasn't been the best so if the storylines not good, let me know :)

Summary- All it took was a couple of smack on his head, water splashed onto his face and being called friend on the first date for him to step out of his comfort zone and confess to you.

You and Taeyong had a really complicated relationship. If you could call it one.

You're neither friends, nor enemies, neither were you dating. You wish you were but no.

But still at the end, the two of you always end up paired together, be it projects, going for business trips, being promoted together, you'd basically seen him all day. So it was obvious the two of you spoke.

Well, you spoke, he'd listen, giggle at your talks, and then say a sentence or two max. You guys would be what people other than your friend group called acquaintances.

Anyone with eyesight would know immediately that you're head over heels for the lad. You made it a little too obvious. Always talking frantically around him, your heart flutters when you hear him laugh, his presence in all just made you giddy. And so you'd always been happy when he'd be paired up with you in everything.

Your friends basically divided themselves into two groups. One that supported you and pushed you to go confess your love for him, the other being one who ridiculed you for loving a guy that they thought would never like you back.

On the other hand, Taeyong was just shy.

Your bubbly persona overwhelmed him. Of course he liked you too, he just needed one smack at the back of his head. Or not because his friends have done it way too many times, yet here he is, just daydreaming scenarios of what he'd do for you if the two of you dated resulting in him not talking much.

So when Yuta, his friend, poured the tiniest amount of water onto his face and yelled 'BOOMER' at him, he thought it's finally time to make a move.

A hangout. Exactly what the two of you needed.

Break time had come to an end, you were walking with Luna to your cabin, when you crossed paths with Taeyong, who was indulged in a conversation with Johnny, another one of his friends from the same department as the two of you.

"Oh boy, here we go again" Luna spoke from beside you. You look at her, confusion spread all over your face. "huh?" she let out a chuckle, shaking her head, "You've been staring at him long enough for him to look back at you-" she pointed at the direction where Taeyong and Johnny stood with her head, as you turn around to look at him "-but you were so busy devouring his existence to realize that", He waved at you, which you did back but then turned back at Luna, flustered.

She looked behind you gesturing something to either Johnny or Taeyong, then turned you around and pushed you towards where the boys were, Johnny doing the same with Taeyong as both your bodies collided, gently, but hard enough to send the two of you stumbling back a few steps.

You hear the other two laugh and walk away, you turn back to send a glare at your friend, but ended up landing on Johnny who winked to that.

You face your crush, "Hey" you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ears. He sent you a smile and nodded his head, greeting back.

"How's your day so far?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow in anticipation. "It's been good, tiring but doable" he ended the answer. Your shoulder slouch down as his answer again ended in a sentence. "What about you? How's yours going" you look up, caught off guard, since this was the first time he's ever asked a question back.

Okay that's an exaggeration, he did ask questions, but that was a rare occasion.

"It's good! Tressa spilled her coffee over her documents which got Mr.Kim extremely mad, i finished the final task just a few minutes before break, i was just going to gather my things and head out" you smile radiantly. He smiled at your excitement of finally getting off of work.

There was a second of silence, this time Taeyong being the one breaking it.

"Could you wait for just a little while? I'm almost done too, so we can head out together" he asked, fidgeting with his hands, a habit he has that comes out of nervousness "If that's too much of a hassle you could go now that's fine too!-" he quickly added after seeing your eyes widen.

You interrupt, waving your hands in the air in quick motions, shaking your head," No no! It isn't, i could wait" you smile at him, which he returned back with equal enthusiasm.

No longer than 10 minutes later, you and Taeyong made your way towards the elevator, him initiating small talks every now and then, asking questions about you, to which you gave long answers for.

"-and then Lisa just threw up on him because of how much booze was in her system" you end your story from last Saturday, Taeyong let out a hearty laugh at the ending, sending warmth streaming all through your nerves.

The door opened at the basement, where his car was parked, "Oh? I took the bus today,I sent my car for servicing yesterday " you say, stepping out. "That's fine! I could drive you" he offered.

"No no! That'll be a trouble for you! I could just take the bus-" "Please. I'll kidnap you if I have to, if that means you'll ride with me" Taeyong said, smiling widely at you. You giggle at his words, feeling heat rush up your cheeks, as you cup your face to reduce the heat.

"Alright no need to involve kidnapping here" you say making your way towards his car alongside him.

Okay Okay Taeyong, be outgoing. Fun to be around. Ask questions. This your chance.

"Welcome aboard" He said, the second you stepped into the passenger's seat, you laughed at his antics, reaching out to fasten the seat belt. Taeyong beat you to it, reaching over across your body, tugging at the seat belt and fastening it.

The proximity had blood rush up your cheeks once again, damn it.

"Safety first!" he said wearing his own seatbelt, starting the car, pulling out of his parking space and out of the basement.

Once you were away from the building of your work space, you turn to the side looking at Taeyong's side profile, admiring the way the street lights shone upon his face,highlighting the scar on the right side of his face, he's perfect, no doubt. But this slight scar proved he was too, nothing more than just a human. The grip he had on the steering wheel made the veins on his hands more prominent. "So Tae-" "-Y/n" you start at the same time, "Oh you go first" you say quickly, knowing that if you'd stay there admiring Taeyong he'd probably ask you to go first.

"There's this really good restaurant by the corner in just two minutes and it's really late, so, wanna go grab dinner together?" he said in a breath, looking at you for a split second before turning his focus back onto the road.

"Oh sure! If though, either you let me pay or we share the bill" you reply excitedly, smiling at the fact that you'd get to spend more time with him.

"No? Come on, let me pay for the first date-" he stopped abruptly as you look at him with wide eyes, "date.. I like the sound of that" you let out a chuckle as you see him gulp down.

The rest of the car ride, you spoke back and forth, Taeyong replied much better than how he'd used to, you two even jammed to some of the radio music together, eventually pulling over in front of the restaurant Taeyong wanted to take you to.

"Korean barbecue? How did you know I was craving it?" you say, removing the belt and turning towards the driver's seat, to see no Taeyong.

You jump when the door of your side opens, Taeyong standing there with his hands out, offering it to you. You hit his palm at the extremely cliché action, then held it and stepped out of the car. "Because it's Saturday and everyone craves it on the weekends, now let's go!" he pulled you out of the seat, slamming the door shut and jogging towards the restaurant as you laughed at his sudden bubbliness.

The two of you went and took a seat at the end of the restaurant, it wasn't anything too posh, but it wasn't not too plain either, it was cozy. Taeyong removed his coat and hung it on his chair. And then hurried over to your side and pulled your chair out, you smack his shoulder, to which he grinned and made his way back to his seat.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked, looking at the menu.

"The classic, wouldn't want to add any other flavor to the classic" you reply back, looking at the names of different delicacies written on the card, not noticing Taeyong look at you. It's when you set the menu card down that you notice his gaze. You feel yourself starting to blush for the nth time that night. This is the impact Lee Taeyong has on you. One gaze is all it takes and you're completely melted.

The waiter came in minutes later, took your orders and went back, you just waited, having common talks with the boy in front of you, sometimes drifting into your subspace, maybe fangirling over him way too much from time to time.

"Oh oh I got another one, do you know why Hershey chocolate closed down?" he asked.

One thing you found out about him is that he's a sucker for pick up lines. "because I'm too sweet?" you giggle as you see a frown forming up on his features "come on, yong, that's a classic try again."

"Unfair! Even if you know the answer you shouldn't say it!" he whined out, messing his hair, you laughed out loud at how cute he looked and sounded, drawing a few eyes onto the table, which neither of you paid attention to, Taeyong joining along with you with his tiny giggles.

The food arrived, and you dig in immediately, earning a chuckle from Taeyong as you stuff your cheeks.

You looked cute.

"Alright this is a tough one, are you my appendix?" he asked, gulping down a decent amount of food.

"clearly not? why?" you reply, voice coming out muffled.

"because i have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like i should take you out" he said, looking at you intently. You start choking due to his reply, to which Taeyong laughed out loud, calming himself, leaning forward to pat the top of your head and pushing your water glass at you.

"Taeyong what in the name of heaven even!" you ask, now you lean forward to hit him as he started laughing again.

"Hey admit it, that was a good one!" he said, looking at you with his eyes wide as you kept hitting him.

"Whatever. Eat" You chuckle and turn back to your food, the blood most probably clot on your cheeks through the entirety of the night.

The both of you finish, getting up from your seats as Taeyong gestured you to wait for him by the entrance.

He paid for the food, and made his way back to you, with two fruit Popsicles in his hand.

He handed one over to you, and started walking the opposite direction from where his car was parked. "Yong, it's this way-" you say, standing in the same place. "I know" he simply replied, stopping and turning back around to look at you. "Come on hurry, follow me!" he said and started walking again. You jog to catch up with him.

You walk in silence for ten minutes, eating the Popsicle he'd bought, shoulder's sometimes brushing past each other.

"We're here!" he said excitedly, you look up from your feet and stare at whatever Taeyong was looking at, eyes immediately lighting up as you see the calm waters of the river in front of you.

"Beautiful, right?" he asked, smiling at you as your eyes stayed fixed at the scenery in front of you.

You hum in agreement, walking towards the railing to get a closer look, Taeyong following suit.

"Thank you" you said, all of a sudden.

"Hm? For?" he asked, confused. "Today, it was fun! I guess we can call ourselves friends now right??" you ask, taking your eyes off the river and turning to look at the boy.

Come on Taeyong, this is your chance.

"Y/n." he started, you look at him with your eyebrows raised.

"Friend's is so far off from what you really are to me, Y/n" he said, letting out a sigh and turning to face the river.

"What do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant. You felt your heart flutter, beating a little faster than normal, if he would back out now, you'll take a step forward.

"Oh god how do i do this, I- just.. Okay listen, i like you okay? I really really like you" he said fast, turning to look at you this time. "I thought I made it obvious? How didn't you get even the slightest of hints if my feelings for you?" he said, his eyes furrowed.

"Because, honey you never made it obvious, if anything, you looked like you had no interest in talking to me" you said, laughing and stepping forward, feeling your stomach churn in weird ways, the muscles of your face, starting to hurt from how widely you were smiling.

"don't mind that! I'm just-just usually like that around everyone-"

"I like you too" you cut him off, stepping forward to get a little closer to the boy.

"-and i felt like, wait what?" he stopped, looking at you with wide eyes.

"i said i like you too! I think, in fact, I'm in love with you. A little too much" you add, seeing a red hue take over Taeyong's face, as he temporarily looked down, and back at you the shocked expression replaced by an extremely wide smile.

You two just stared at each other, Taeyong stepping forward with a questioning look on his face.

"Can i kiss you?" he asked, his voice tiny. You laugh in content, and instead of answering him, you walk closer to him, standing on your toes, placing a soft peck on his lips.

Taeyong let out a chain of giggles, leaning forwards and capturing your lips again, hands going around your waist, yours finding its way around his neck as the two of you smile into the kiss.

He pulled away first, looking at you with a loving look.

"So i can call you mine from today right?" he asked, his eyes shimmering in the twilight.

"Only if you tell me one of the best pick up lines you've got" you reply, crossing your arms over your chest watching Taeyong mumble out a 'you know it' and step back, looking you up and down, placing a hand under his chin.

"I-...damn, I'm sorry you're so beautiful you made me forget my pick up line" he said, looking straight into your eyes.

"Ew Tae, you are such a cheesy man" you say, taking large steps towards him. He reached out to you, snaking his hands around your waist placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"I'm your cheesy man"

223 notes · View notes

nuoyipeach · 3 years

Text

Nothing Can Keep Us Apart (haerene)

April 28th, 2019

posting it here for @miracle-aiden , but I wrote this long ago so it's probably not that good😅 more newer haerene otw tho

ft. Bae Jinyoung

Donghae couldn't believe what she had just told him. He couldn't believe all those plans of their future he had prepared are going to waste. He couldn't believe how she was so easily going to leave him, and yet against her own will.

"Why baby?" he asked for the nth time holding her hands, trying not to cry seeing her tears. "Why? Why why why? You don't always have to listen to your father. Arranged marriage? Screw it! You're mine, remember. Only mine."

Joohyun could not help but burst into even more tears, being pulled into his chest as she gripped onto his shirt tight, arms around his torso and face snuggled into his chest. She hated her father for many things, but this was now on the top of her list.

"I don't want this Donghae. I never wanted any of this. But there's nothing I can do." she sobbed, and his hug only tightened around her.

"I can't think of letting you go to another man." Donghae mumbled, but audible for her to hear. "I can't even imagine it. The only other male I can think of you going out with is Jinyoung. That's it. I'm over protective and clingy I know. But it's because I love you so much."

Joohyun couldn't stop crying anymore. What he called over protective and clingy, she loved it. She always found it adorable how he looked out for her in public, and how he limited her contact with men. She never found it unfair or dominating, because he himself followed the same, limiting his contact with women. And Joohyun hated the average men, making Donghae special, and vice versa.

"Donghae... I'm sorry. I don't know anymore. It's for the stupid company, and the guy agreed because he benefits, and..."

Donghae placed a finger on her lips to stop her from further trying to explain. He knew how powerful her father was, but he hoped their three year long relationship was stronger. Sadly today, it wasn't. He looked at her face, completely wet from tears, and couldn't help it anymore as he started kissing every inch of it, even under her ears and on her neck and collar. Joohyun's hands locked themselves around his neck, knowing this was probably their last night together.

"Please Donghae, make this night special..."

He knew what she meant right away, and complied with her wish.

Joohyun couldn't sleep no matter how late it was, even in her favourite sleeping environment, that was under a blanket with his arms around her, her small body engulfed by his larger one feeling all of his body warmth on her own, and his slow breaths hitting the back of her neck. But she knew he wasn't asleep either because of how quiet the room was, unlike usual when his soft snores could be heard, one of her favourite things to listen to.

Slowly she shifted and turned around, pulling the blanket up a little to cover her chest, considering they were both naked, and faced him. "Donghae..." her soft call was enough for him to open his eyes, and his hand automatically carassed her face. Every touch, every feeling, every thing about him right now only made her even sadder, and tears soon pooled in her eyes, each wiped off by his thumb.

"Don't cry love. Please don't. It makes me even sadder." he choked, his voice breaking in between. Joohyun tried her best holding it in, and quickly moved closer into his embrace as they hugged each other again.

They enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, needing only each other's presence to live in peace. He sniffed her hair, while she traced her fingers on his arm. If they could they'd stay like this forever, never letting go.

But they had to, especially now when Donghae's phone rang. He sighed and kissed her forehead before reaching over her to the side table, surprised to see the caller. He turned the screen towards Joohyun, who squinted her eyes as surprised as he was, and motioned him to put it on speaker.

"Hey Jinyoung."

"Hyung! Is my sister with you!?!" the young boy asked in a seemingly worried voice.

"Yes, she's here."

"Oh thank God. I was scared when she didn't come back. I thought she... She killed herself."

"She's here Jinyoung don't worry. Remember, you'll never be alone again..."

"I am now..." he cut off Donghae with sudden sobs. "I'm alone again. Mum's gone, now noona's being sent off to some stupid forced marriage. Hyung, why is my father like this... In this case, I'd rather be dead. Right?"

"No you don't. You deserve to live. What if Joohyun needs your comfort? Wouldn't you feel bad for not being there for your own sister? Stay strong kid, you'll get through this."

A whimper was heard in reply, and the call was disconnected, and Joohyun giggled slightly at first, before tears pooled again.

"He loves you so much. Thank you Donghae."

He smiled back at her weakly. He knew how much her brother meant to her. He was ten years younger than her, making him only fifteen. That meant he was only seven when their mother died, and was left under the care of Joohyun. And when Donghae came, sure he was quite protective and jealous at first, but he now looked at him like a father figure, like he did with his sister, since getting any love from his father was far away.

Now hearing the boy's cries broke his heart almost as much as Joohyun did. He still didn't want to believe this was their last night together, and was now full of instant regret why he didn't propose sooner. But would it still have worked back then with her father? He was sure it wouldn't have.

"I'm going to miss you so much Joohyun, I might die from it."

"Donghae..." she cried again, and he pulled her closer cuddling her tight like his life depended on it.

Joohyun stood in front of the mirror hopelessly, in a white dress she had hoped to wear only for Donghae. But here she was, wearing it for some man she had no idea about, other than his face. She felt so terrible, so useless, so cheap, so disgusted, that she couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror.

Jinyoung couldn't help feel just as bad for his sister, watching her from behind as she looked down, and he could see droplets of water fall on the hem of the long dress. He walked up behind her, and hugged her tight, head in her shoulder.

"Please don't cry noona. Please don't make me sad." he chanted like a child, hugging her tighter and hiding his eyes in her shoulder, trying to prevent his tears from spilling out. Joohyun couldn't help but let out audible cries now, turning around and hugging her brother back, causing him to cry just as much.

"Be a good boy... Promise me. Don't... Don't be like dad."

"I know... I'll be like hyung, Donghae hyung is the best." he said trying to smile.

She couldn't help cry even more at the mention of the name, having been unable to see him the past week after that night. But she knew it was for the best. She pulled out of the hug, and saw tears streaming down his face. She wiped them off and kissed his forehead, making him cry even more.

He loved her hugs, kisses, when she holds his hand, when she cooks for him, when she tutored him. He loved those moments when she came home from her dormitory, and he was the first to jump onto her even before their pet dog. When she introduced Donghae to him, and only him, he did feel jealous of the man for getting as much hugs and kisses as he did back then, but he knew how much she loved him. And he knew he himself was the most important male in her life if she was introducing her boyfriend to only him.

Joohyun now stood at the door with her father, keeping her hands to herself. The elder man noticed, and tugged her arm putting it around his. "I'm so proud of you." he said keeping his head high up, making her scoff. She didn't bother to even spare him a glance, keeping her face down all the time, even when walking to the altar. But she couldn't help feel sick in her stomach, and while the priest went on about the vows, Joohyun threw her bouquet onto the floor and ran off behind the hall to the washroom.

Jinyoung quickly followed behind, not bothered by the women only sign, and stood behind her as she threw up constantly. "Jinyoung... Get my bag... now!" she spoke in between gags, and he ran back out then in with her back pack. Joohyun took it and pushed him out of the toilet, locking it, but the boy didn't leave, standing in front if the door like a body guard. He fumbled his hands together, pacing around, when he received a message.

Hyung

Jinyoung, please take care of your sister and yourself. In about half an hour, I won't be around anymore. There's no point for me. And don't worry, I know my business is small, but I've left it to you. Be good and take good care.

Jinyoung's whole body system simply shut down as he somehow managed to understand what Donghae meant. At that moment the stall door opened, revealing Joohyun in a change of clothes, and a pale expression. He ran to her side, holding her hands tight.

"What's wrong noona? Are y..."

"We need to get out of here." she cut him off. "We need to leave, and find Donghae."

"Why?"

"I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed, and after seconds of processing, Jinyoung grinned a little, before he remembered the message.

"Noona we need to be fast. He's going to kill himself! Let's go!"

They first went into the back room to gather their things, then snuck out of the back into her car, putting their luggage into it. Good thing the wedding was in their own mansion hall, so getting all their belongings wasn't a problem. Jinyoung turned on the tracking in his phone, and found Donghae at the Han River bridge, and Joohyun was quick to start driving.

And it was only then when the people inside realised what was going on. A runaway bride. Jinyoung watched the guests come out of the hall, the groom in front creating a havoc, as they drove out of the land their father owned. She drove fast, but carefully, a smile spreading across her face as she thought of the small life inside her. The same smile now on Jinyoung's face as well. But they weren't there for long as the siblings soon reached the bridge, and recognised the black car from far. Joohyun quickly parked her's behind it, ran out and hugged the figure standing near the railings of the bridge, feeling his body freeze and tense up.

"Joohyun? What are you doing here?" he asked when suddenly engulfed in another hug from the front.

"Hyung please don't do this!"

"Jinyoung? Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but after she asked me to find you."

Confused, Donghae pushed the two off, and stood looking at both of them. "Find me why?" he asked Joohyun, who swiftly pulled something out of her pocket and showed it to him, making sure the test lines were visible. Donghae's eyes widened, shifting between the item and Joohyun's face.

"Seriously?" he asked, and she nodded, suddenly off the ground being spun around in the air. She laughed at his antics, and they pulled each other in for a kiss.

"Bleh." they pulled away and giggled at Jinyoung covering his eyes. "We have to go, remember. Dad's not going to let us off. What do we do?" he asked as Donghae put her down, then smirked mischievously.

"Give me your phone." he said taking Jinyoung's phone, and started to type away.

Dad, we've had enough. I hope you enjoy your burden-less life. You won't be seeing us anymore.

After sending the message, he took out the carrier card, and Joohyun's, then crushed and threw them into the river behind them. He took her car keys, moved all their bags into his car, and left the keys on top. He pulled the two into his car, and drove away to the nearest bank, and made Joohyun withdraw all her money, then break her card. Jinyoung had none, so they moved on to his house, and he sat them down to explain what he'd do next.

"We'll get you two new identities, change your surname, then we'll move."

"Where hyung?"

"Well, I actually moved my business to Sapporo, so we'll move there."

The siblings nodded, and instantly decided on a new surname, taking their mother's, Bae. Donghae took them to the government office, where they registered their new identities.

Bae Joohyun

Bae Jinyoung

Next he took Joohyun to a different floor, and she hugged him when she realised what they were doing. Registering their marriage. Once they finished, with Jinyoung as the witness, they drove back to his house.

Donghae booked quick flights to Sapporo, and by the next week, Jinyoung ran around carrying boxes in his hand, exploring his new house. Who would've thought that Donghae was apparently rich? Even if not to their father's extent, he was still amazed by his new home as he left the boxes and ran around the two story house, front yard, and big back yard that had a swimming pool as well.

Once their new house was finally made homely, Donghae went into his bedroom, smiling as he entered to see Joohyun putting up polaroid pictures of them on the wall. He crept behind her, and engulfed her into a hug, peppering kisses into the crook of her neck. Joohyun laughed feeling ticklish, until he stopped and turned her to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. He pecked her forehead, going down until her lips, then slowly bent down on his knees, his face in level with her tummy. He lifted her shirt, her hands layed on his shoulders, and kissed her tummy in several spots.

"If it wasn't for you," he whispered against her skin, "we would have both been gone by now." he hugged her tummy, leaning an ear against it. Joohyun felt so happy she couldn't contain her tears as her fingers combed through his hair.

Everything would finally be perfect.

12 notes · View notes

princessjungeun · 4 years

Text

Photographs: Ryujin x Reader

You and Ryujin have known each other for only three years but it definitely feels like longer. You both entered JYP on the same day and later you both discovered you were both cast at the same Got7 concert.

Right away Ryujin gained popularity within the company for her looks and incredible talent. She was without a doubt one of the prettiest trainees in the company if not the prettiest. Her dancing was just as incredible too, dance was something she was naturally gifted with but she did have her struggles too.

You on the other hand...unfortunately you didn't have a "glow up" until months before your debut so when you first arrived to the company you didn't stick out to many people. You're also a foreigner so many people couldn't understand you when you tried talking to them so they didn't bother. However, Ryujin stayed by your side and protected you from everyone and everything.

You remember the first day you two met like it was yesterday.

You held a suitcase that was half the size of you in one hand and wore a huge backpack on your back as well. You struggled to keep your eyes open due to the ten hour time zone difference. But knowing you'd be able to take it easy the first 3 days was the only thing that kept you from passing out right there in the airport.

A staff member that picked you up from the airport gave you instructions for how to get into your dorm, giving you a temporary key card until you received a real one on Day 4. When you got up to your dorm room you first knocked on the door but nobody opened it. You struggled to grab the key card from your back pocket due to the gigantic backpack that went past your butt.

“It's ok I got it." You heard a voice next to you but your bags blocked your view. She wiggled past and took your suitcase for you. Before you could choose a room the girl was already putting your bag in a bedroom that had other belongings in it.

"You're gonna be my roommate. You can sleep on the top, more headspace." She was a good four inches shorter than you but her personality said otherwise. You admired her boldness and how she didn't bother asking you what you wanted for yourself.

Right as you were going decline her plans so you could take the single across the hall you looked up and saw her face. She was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen. "Uh yeah that's cool... i-uh I'm L/N F/N" you introduced yourself to her. She responded "Shin Ryujin."

Since then you two have been inseparable, she was always around you no matter what. Everyone knew you and Ryujin were best friends, a few suspected you two were something more which technically wasn't wrong but it also wasn't right.

The relationship you had with her was so strange but you never bothered to ask about it. You've both had your fair share of sleeping in each other's beds, in addition to the few times she kissed you. You have both even admitted you'd date each other. The nickname you gave her, Jinnie, she deeply hated if anyone else called her by it. However when it fell effortlessly from your lips she couldn’t help but smile. You had fallen for her long before then but you knew it'd probably never work out. But everyone knew you were off limits to everyone but Ryujin.

"Jinnie come on please!" You begged the blue haired girl for the nth time to just look at you so you could get a picture of her. She rolled her eyes and looked at you just long enough for you to get a picture of her. "Yah! Y/N!" She shouted at you. You looked down at the disposable camera in your hands "you look beautiful today, I had to!"

She looked at you and asked "why do you always take pictures of us?" You simply responded "Because one day when all this is over we can look back and remember all the things we did that we wouldn't have remembered if it wasn't for the pictures."

The real reason was for when you finally came clean about your feelings and she rejected you and disappeared from your life, you'd have a few things to remember. Or if she shared the same feelings which you doubted, you'd both have pictures to remember from the years before. Either way it was a win win.

Ryujin went over to the bookshelf in your shared bedroom, she grabbed a familiar box and went through it. You watched her face change as she was clearly remembering when each photo was taken. "Why didn't I know you took half of these?" You smiled and said " I'm sneaky I guess."

You looked over at the pictures that you had taken over the years, smiling at the memories that played in your head like small movies.

You and Ryujin had been practicing from sun up until sun down getting ready for your performance. You both knew the only reason she was here was because she didn't want you to practice alone. She had perfected her routine hours ago, but you were still struggling. You had just gotten one of the worst criticisms in your entire trainee period the night before. You honestly don't know how you haven't been eliminated from MIXNINE yet.

You and Ryujin both sat on the floor taking a small water break. "Jinnie look at me! Do a cool pose." You pointed your camera at her. She looked up and made a peace sign with a small smirk. "Ooooh you look so cool and you're not even trying!" You whined. She laughed and helped you stand up so you two could get back to your dance practice.

You shuffled through the box again and found another picture

A picture that was taken on an airplane before you all headed to Japan for the first time.

"Jinnie come on stop playing around I'm scared!" You whined to her. You've only ever been on 3 flights total. From New York to Seoul to visit your cousin and aunt for the summer. That's also the time when you two went to see GOT7 which resulted in you getting scouted. Then flight back from Seoul to New York. And of course the most recent, from New York back to Seoul.

Ever since your last flight which was from New York to Seoul, you've been terrified of flights. The turbulence was so bad you literally fainted due to fear onto the passenger next to you. The anxiety you faced was so bad your manager oppa had to carry you out to the van from your dorm so you all could leave.

"Ok ok sorry Y/N" Ryujin spoke to you softly. "It'll be fine, just think of something else. Like that time Lia fell asleep in the shower, or when Yuna asked every TSA agent we passed if they thought she was pretty." You laughed softly at the small things your other members did. You felt Ryujin reach for your hand, grazing her thumb over the back of your hand. You grabbed your camera and quickly took a picture of her smiling back at you.

You blinked yourself out of your trance and saw her staring right at you which made your stomach do flips. You lean forward and hug her, she envelopes you in her arms and she falls back onto the floor holding you. You both laugh and she looks down at you in her arms. Both or your eyes find each other and her eyes flicker down to your lips quickly. You notice and hide your face in her neck hoping she doesn't make fun of you for blushing. You pull away and she uses her thumb to move your head so you're looking back at her.

"Y/N-ah... be mine?" She whispers her next words which catch you off guard. You sit up and say "Jinnie...I don't know... do you only have eyes for me?" It's no secret that Ryujin is a flirt, she kisses all of your members on the cheek and back hugs almost everyone she meets. Ultimately making it feel less special when she does the same to you.

She turns around and you lay back so your back is on her front. You look up at her so she's looking into eyes, she wraps both her arms around your torso and leans down to your ear and says "i only want you. You're the only one I look at." She presses a soft kiss to your ear then temple which makes you blush. You play with her fingers and say "then why do you always do things with other people?" She responds "so I know it's only you I get butterflies with and nobody else." You try to hide your smile but it didn't work. She asked again "so...be mine?" You nodded with a smile and she held you tighter.

A bright flash came from the other side of your room, Yuna sitting on her bed holding your disposable camera. She sprinted out of the room before you two could catch her before yelling "ITS FOR MEMORIES!" You looked up at the girl who still held you close. "We're kicking her out. She can room with Yeji unnie." She nodded in agreement before kissing you again.

After all these years, the girl you wished you could call your own was finally yours.

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #itzy imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy ryujin #shin ryujin

99 notes · View notes

smileyoongle · 5 years

Text

Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

cнapтer ғιve: тнє ραѕт ιѕ ιи тнє ρяєѕєит

Character Count:

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

---------------------------------------

The past creates the monsters we feed today, which become the demons we fear tomorrow.

-Vexicus

----------------------------------------------------------

Namjoon could tell that the day wasn't in his favour at all. Since the previous night, he had to endure a countless number of surprises. The revelation that Hana was actually on the run from a gang who called themselves 'The Black Serpents', was one of them. Namjoon remembered that gang very well. This gang was the one he was busy killing on the night of Hana's disappearance.

They had taken her.

They had tortured her for 4 years until she escaped.

Namjoon gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, a heavy silence falling over the living room of the gang's house. Everyone was shocked and guilty. If only they had dug deeper into that gang's whereabouts.

Suddenly, Namjoon stood up and looked at Hana, who was sitting on the couch and trying her best to not cry.

"Find them. I want each and every one of them alive."

Yoongi simply stared at Namjoon, not really believing Hana's story.

"Didn't we actually kill the entire gang that night?" Hoseok asked, frowning in confusion as everyone nodded in agreement. Except Namjoon and Jungkook.

"No one ever dies in our world. You think you killed someone until they come back alive the next day." Jungkook replied, staring intently at the sun which was beginning to set.

It had been hours since they came to the gang house with Namjoon. Hours since Hana began to narrate her story, which according to Jungkook, sounded pretty accurate.

Everyone's mind was a mess. They didn't know what to believe and what not to believe. Everything sounded so right yet so wrong.

"I'm sorry for everything you had to go through." Hana mumbled, making everyone's head turn to her. Her cheeks were red and stained with tears. Her lips were quivering as she tried to sound normal. But she was far from that at the moment.

Namjoon kneeled down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees, looking into her eyes as she wiped away her tears.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. This wasn't your fault, okay? You're here now and I'm not gonna let anyone touch you." He promised, smiling softly at her. Those words seemed to pierce through her heart as she threw her arms around Namjoon. He caressed her hair and mumbled calming things to her.

Moments like these made the members question their leader's choice. To them, Namjoon seemed so normal at times and it looked like he was born in the wrong family. He didn't belong to the darkness. Not at all.

"I'm glad you're back." Namjoon stated, rubbing Hana's back in soothing circles. She meekly nodded, giving him a broken smile as she pulled away.

Nobody saw it. Nobody but Yoongi. The glint in Hana's eyes was almost negligible but it was there. Yoongi could see through her lies and he was determined to find out what she was hiding. Without a word, he left the house and made mental notes on where to begin.

___________________________________________

"You can start tomorrow. Be here at 7." You nodded at the middle aged man as he handed you your uniform. He was too busy calculating the profits to even acknowledge your 'thank you'. You shook your head and headed out of the dark building, glancing over your shoulder while your mind screamed at you to go back and return the uniform.

It's supposed to be a new start. Why would you wanna throw yourself back into the kind of life you lived before?!

You bit your lip and walked faster, willing the provoking thoughts to leave you alone. What could you do anyway? You needed the money so that you could get out of Namjoon's hair. Because no matter how much he insisted, this wasn't right. You couldn't be a burden to anyone anymore. You wanted to be independent. You wanted to be someone who people looked up to.

Running towards the bus, you got inside just as the doors closed. You handed some change to the ticket collector and proceeded to sit at the last row. The bus was quiet and warm, the low purring of the engine lulling you to sleep.

"You better behave, young lady. That man has paid a fortune for you. If I hear any complaints, you won't like what I'll do to you."

You didn't respond, your fingers busy tugging at the small dress that you had to wear. It wasn't a dress actually. It was more of a lingerie set. Because that's what you were to your father. More of a slut than a daughter.

The door opened and your head jolted up, eyeing the man who stepped in, the smell of his expensive perfume invading your senses. He seemed to be in a good mood but as soon as he saw you, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"H-how old are you?" He asked, his eyes raking over your body. You glanced at the floor and bit your lip, knowing that he was probably gonna leave you alone.

"15…" you mumbled, your eyes filling with tears as your heart sank for the nth time on reminding yourself about your life. The man chuckled bitterly.

"That bastard….he was gonna let me do this…. fucking animal." He murmured a string of curses and within a second, he was out the door.

You sighed in relief and hesitantly pulled the blanket on the huge bed up to your neck, covering your exposed body as you cowered further into the headboard. You could hear shouts and curses along with a number of thuds and yelps from outside. And just like that, everything fell silent. You gulped and stared at the closed door, waiting for him to come and pounce on you. After what felt like centuries, the door finally opened to reveal your father standing in front of you with a busted lip and a bruised eye, a long tail of leather trailing after him as you realized that it was a whip. Immediately, you started shaking and crying.

"I didn't do anything ...please don't hurt me…." You begged, clasping your hands in front of you as he moved closer to you. His face was blank and his eyes were cold. This wasn't your father. No. This was a money-hungry man. "Useless is what you are. I should have killed you when your mother died. You deserve this. You deserve this and every single kind of pain that exists in the world…." He mumbled, gripping the whip harshly before letting out a growl of frustration. You screamed as he threw the leather towards you, the harsh material making contact with your skin and leaving a bloody trail behind….

With a sudden jolt, you woke up. Loud gasps left your mouth as sweat beaded on your forehead.

Just a dream. Just a dream.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked out the window, your vision hazy as a tear slipped down your cheek. It was your stop.

You staggered down the last row, making your way to the exit as people stared at you. Everyone looked so angry with you. Like you had committed a crime.

Like you were useless.

Gasps continued to leave your lips as your lungs burned. You managed to get off at your stop, the cold night air making you hiss. Your vision was still blurry, you couldn't make out your surroundings very well. The image of your father kept dancing in your mind. His words playing again and again like a broken record player. You started running as soon as you realized what was wrong with you. You were having a panic attack and Namjoon's house was still pretty far from the bus stop. You couldn't pass out in the middle, it was a long and quiet road. No one would know what happened to you.

Your legs started giving out as you rushed, wincing as you struggled to breathe. Your breathing was heavy and erratic.

No. He isn't here anymore. He can't hurt you.

Your heart yelled at you but the words didn't fit well with you. You could feel bile rising in your throat as you squinted to see Namjoon's house in the distance.

Just a little more.

White spots started covering your vision. You couldn't stand anymore and you felt like you were drowning. A faint noise buzzed in your ear and you turned around to see blinding lights directed towards you. It was a car. You slowly brought your hand up and covered your eyes as an overwhelming pain covered your head. You let out a small whimper before falling to the gravel road, your eyes closing and pulling you to the darkness.

___________________________________________

Namjoon paced around in the living room of his house, worry and concern eating him up inside and out. According to Walter, he had come home right after you left for your job hunting. If only he could have come a couple minutes earlier.

Since you didn't have a phone with you, there was no way to get in touch with you. You didn't tell him what kind of jobs you were considering either so he didn't know where to find you. He glanced at the clock, gritting his teeth on seeing the time.

9:30 PM

"Where are you, Y/N?" He mumbled to himself, shaking his head and sitting down on the couch. He was already guilty when he had come to the realisation that he had left you alone without any explanation. He didn't want to do that. He was just caught off guard by Hana's appearance.

Namjoon winced on thinking about what you must have thought when you saw Hana hugging him.

No, Y/N. She's only my best friend.

He felt the need to explain to you. He wasn't in love with you or anything but he wanted to tell you that he isn't playing around. He genuinely and desperately wants to know you.

The ringing of the housebell brought him back to his current situation. Thinking it was you, he rushed to the door and pulled it open.

"Thank God you're ho-Yoongi?"

Namjoon gaped, his eyes trailing down to the body in Yoongi's hands.

You.

"Y/N?!" Namjoon exclaimed as he took you from Yoongi's hands and rushed inside to place you on the couch. You weren't completely unconscious as your incoherent mumbles could still be heard. Namjoon tapped your cheek, trying to get you to open your eyes. He leaned his ear towards your lips, wanting to hear your voice.

"He's never gonna leave me alone…."

Namjoon frowned and brushed your hair away from your face before lifting you up again, your small form fitting perfectly in his arms.

"Walter, get some water. Also, call the doctor. Now!" Namjoon ordered, carrying you up the stairs and into your bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed and covered you with a blanket, rubbing your hands which were freezing in order to keep them warm.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I should've come back sooner."

Meanwhile, Yoongi stood completely shocked. He didn't know who you were when he saw you fainting right in front of his car. Namjoon's house was the closest so he thought he should just take you there. Oh, what a surprise….

Yoongi trudged up the stairs and followed Namjoon's voice into a bedroom, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

"She fainted in the middle of the road. She seemed to be struggling to breath. If you must know." Yoongi stated, catching Namjoon's attention who was too busy trying to wake you up.

Namjoon's heart sank after hearing those words. He couldn't know what happened to you unless you woke up and told him but he assumed it was some sort of panic attack. He glanced at Yoongi, not wanting to deal with him at the moment. He knew that he was gonna have to answer Yoongi's questions but he wasn't ready. Cause he didn't have any answers himself.

Yoongi stared at the younger male, enjoying the worrisome look on his face. He guessed that you were the reason behind Namjoon's distracted behaviour these past days. Whatever it was, he was gonna find out sooner or later. For the moment, he just had a name to hold himself back from bombarding Namjoon.

Y/N...

Taglist: @uwunamjoon @shadowstark @addy-nerd @tzuyyyuuu @stressedinmedschool247 @ifellinluvwithdorks @min-t-posts @floofwrites @pretty-in-pink-just-because @bts-d-onut @fangirllbookworm @mystical-writer @it-is-dana @ximaginx @kpopgirlbtssvt @pearylove @anothermisspark @annoyingpessimist @motivation-idontknowher @tipu-tempus

Lemme know if you want to be added to the taglist! Also tell me if I missed out anyone on the taglist! Did you like this chapter though?

-XX

210 notes · View notes

awakeshedreams · 6 years

Text

Helping Hand {2}

Prompt: “what are you waiting for?”

Summary: You’re used to helping people and you enjoy doing so. However when a friend asks for something your heart heavily accepts, you find the will to be selfish for once in your life and get what you’ve always wanted- who you want, even if it’s just for a moment.

Pairing: Jungkook×Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. College!AU. Friends to Lovers!AU

Wordcount: 4.5K

Warning: sex lol ?

A/N: KKSSRY SORRY :( better later than never right ? Anyways here's the second part have a nice day and enjoy! Thank you for the responses on the last one, means alot 💜 I'd like some feed back on this one too if you have time thank you 💜 ps my laptop is acting up so I had to post this on mobile so I can't add 'read more' im so sorry :(

*italics=flashback

1 . 2

You're running so fast down the hall, sneakers squeaking with every pressure of your feet against marbled floor.

Your lungs burn and your eyes sting but it doesn't matter. You can’t stop running, you won’t stop running. Not until you get to him. You need to see him. But are you ready for it though? The realisation dawns on you and you slow down a little, hesitant as your sudden rush of excitement dies down, reality and fear taking its place.

But it’s too late, because as you bump into a broad solid chest and almost fall over only to be rescued by a strong arm encased around your waist that has you looking into deep dark eyes you had begun to miss and longed to look into, a conversation you shared with Mia not too long before resurfaces in your thoughts and you find yourself fisting the fabric of his shirt.

You exhale and inhale deeply, sweaty palms gripping the doorknob as you gulp. All you have to do is get pass this door, into the bathroom and apologize. Easy.

“You can do this Y/N.” You chant again for the nth time and the more you say it the less effective it is. You’ve been standing in front of the toilet door for over 5 minutes. Luckily no-one else has come to use the loo because it'd look weird as hell having you just stand there when you could just walk in. But you’re scared. You’re not sure of what. You've said so yourself that you don't mind what choice she makes, you don’t deserve to ask for more. You're lucky if she even as much says anything to you. But still there’s a churn in your belly that tells you that this is not going to end or proceed as expected.

Shaking your thoughts away you finally push the door open and step into toilet. You find her there, applying her favourite lip gloss through the reflection. You stiffen when her eyes jump to you before she resumes her duty, wiping off some around the edges.The silence is toe curling and so you decide to finally speak; “We need to talk.”

She pauses, squinting her eyes before turning around to face you with her arms crossed, "I know you fucked Jungkook.” Your face reddens as you grip your bag handle tight, lips ajar.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to say and you watch her eyes narrow as she huffs. This is so not like her but maybe if she ended fucking the guy you like after he lowkey rejected you right after your date you wouldn’t be yourself too.

“You know Y/N, I never expected you to be such a whore.” You stumble back slightly at her words, throat going dry. Ouch. “Come on, fucking the guy you knew I liked? You're the last person I expected to do that. I trusted that you would be-useful to me but you ended up stabbing me in the back. I really hate you Y/N.”

“I know what I did is wrong and you don’t have to accept my apology but I'm sorry. I just- I don’t even know."

“It doesn’t matter. I guess I’ll just do things on my own and get Jungkook by myself. You weren’t of any help.” She throws her hair over her shoulder with a sigh as she grabs her bag on the sink and leaving the toilet. Wait. Did she just say... “Mia, you were using me just to get with Jungkook?” you catch up to her, grasping her arm. You don’t care at how she eyes your hold on her with disgust as anger and confusion brews in your being. “Answer me.”

“Yeah. I was. I was using you to get with Jungkook.” She admits annoyed, wiping her arm when you let go of her but you don’t catch that over dramatic display of hatred. Your heart sinks to your feet.

“Mia..." You croak out as your eyes begin to tear up. You thought you lost Mia the night you lost Jungkook, but there was an inkling of hope in you. However now learning this it feels like you’ve lost her, your friend, twice. And it has an ugly twist forming in your belly.

“Don’t act all hurt. I should be the one who is hurt. Y/N, you have no idea how shit you’ve made things for me and Jungkook.” She shakes her head as she clenches her fist and glares at you.

“Mia, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry for sleeping wit-"

“Not that. Even since before.” She scoffs and you furrow your brows. What is she talking about. “Before you and Jungkook met, we were dating for 6 months.” The information settles in slowly, but surely. And soon your small heart is filled with so many overwhelming emotions welling up in you. Jungkook was actually in the longest relationship term you've ever seen him be in before he met you and it was with Mia. You didn't know that. You feel so deceived, Mia said she didn’t know Jungkook and Jungkook pretended not to know her. What happened? What created such a hostile air in between them and what caused they’re break up?

“Suddenly you came around. It was because of you.” She seethes and you’re more confused than ever, did she just answer the questions in your head?

“What do you mean?”

“You. He started caring for you. He literally only knew you for a month and he was so relaxed with you... do you know how hard it was for me to get him to open up to me even just a little? And you had him wrapped around your little finger in one fucking month? Someone like you?” You don’t manage to answer, just looking at the ground as you fiddle with your fingers. It looks like you had done her more wrong than you knew you have. “I got jealous . I mean who wouldn't get jealous? I did, so thought I'd make him jealous too. I fucked his friend.” She says with no remorse but you can tell she wish she had never done it because she obviously would do as much as faking a friendship for months just to get him back.

“And it’s all because of you. You know the moment we had an argument, he ran straight to you? God sometimes I wish you would just disappear. I don’t even know what Jungkook see’s in you to like you that much.” How did she know that Jungkook liked you? You doubt she was standing outside the room when he confessed or that he told her.

“He told me that night at the date.” She confirms and you gape at her. Oh. "He told me to stay away from you because he knows what I'm doing, he said that he won’t forgive me again if anything happens to you, can you believe him? He’s such a prick!” she groans and while she is going through it your heart is fluttering, he talked of you like that?

“He really likes me...” you deadpan, forgetting Mia's presence and it bothered her as she clicks her tongue but you’re not paying attention to her. Jungkook really likes you and you just shut him off.

You’ve apologized to Mia and now that that is out of the way, you need to get things with Jungkook right for once and for all.

“Mia, again I’m sorry. I need to go.” You sincerely say one more time before you zoom off, leaving a stunned Mia standing there.

“Y/N?” Jungkook breathes out, his face barely inches away from yours, your chests pressed flush against each other as you gaze into each others eyes. So many words are being exchanged through a simple look of the eye, words neither of you know how to convey verbally.

“Jungkook, I-" you thoughts get stuck in your throat and you feel your eyes tear up. You were the one who cut him off but you were crying.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he furrows his brows, trying to reach up and cup your cheek but you flinch away from his touch, heart breaking when pain flashes across his face at your repulsiveness.

“Sorry,” you push him off you, not looking at him once as you walk away. You heart sinks with every step as the image if Jungkook's shoulder slumping when you walked past him replays in your head.

It feels so wrong but you know it’s right. You’re not ready, not yet. Because all it takes is you crying your heart out to sleep that night for you to wake up feeling fresh and determined.

This isn’t good.

The moment you step into the field you freeze in your spot. Maybe the look of defeat and loss on the faces of those who sat at the gold and black benches in contrast to the cheers of those in red and white should have indicated the situation for you but now that you see the score board you realize the initial assumption your tried to push back was right. Your college team is behind by several marks. And this is very unusual.

Your eyes fall to the team members who are clearing the field, on a 10 minute break before the game resumes. Naturally you search for him in the midst of people as you walk past the audience bench to the players area but there’s isn’t a sigh of him. Hesitantly you tap one of the players shoulder, a broad shouldered Seokjin you knew to be a friend of Jungkook's.

“Y/N!” he beams, almost going in for a hug to which you raise a brow at him, eyeing his sweaty figure.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly laughs as he scratches the back of his head, making you chuckle. “What's going on?” you motion towards the score board and Jin sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

“Man, I don’t really know but we're doing pretty shit. Even Jungkook isn’t playing as well as he should be.” Your ears perk at the mention of his name and you clear your throat. “Do you know why?” you ask almost desperate and you wonder if it makes you sadistic to want to be the cause of his apparent distress, frankly you do want to be the reason. Only because you want to be the one to de-stress him.

“No idea. Why?” he teases with a knowing grin and your cheeks flush, “But I think it should be fine. Since you’re here now, our lucky charm. Should've come earlier.” He pats your shoulder and you laughed. There’s this inside joke/myth within the team, that you’re their lucky charm. The college football team didn't really have that great of a reputation but ever since Jungkook took over as captain in the new batch, they have been on a winning streak. And quite coincidentally you’ve been there at every game.

“Come on, you guys work too hard for you to say that I’m the reason you guys win. I just sit there and barely pay attention, football is boring.” You joke and SeokJin raises a brow as he hums.

“Yet still you come here all the time, to watch this ‘boring football’, I wonder why...” He ponders aloud and you pout at him.

“Anyways, since you’re here and we're on break, you should go check up on Jungkook. He's in the locker room at the end corner by himself. I think he'll gain his senses once you guys talk or something.” He begins walking into the locker room and you furrow your brows before you speak. “What makes you think that?”

“I know.” He winks before disappearing into the crowd of his team mates. Ripping your gaze from the group of sullen boys who cheer up when Seokjin begins cracking his dad jokes, you walk towards the opposite direction.

You brace yourself and step into the room. The first thing you notice is that just dark, the lights weren’t switched on and the sun was setting ahead. You walk in further before you find Jungkook, his head hunched over his body as he sat at the bench. He’s is shirtless, a light sheen of sweat over his back that moves up and down with every heave of his breathe. His fists are clenching, unclenching , clenching.

You freeze when he abruptly looks up and turns his head to face you, looking at you with wide eyes that glimmer through the wet bangs that lay over his eyes, some sticking to his forehead. “Y/N?” he says in disbelief, voice hoarse but low, afraid that you’re a figment of his imagination and that even the force of his voice would have you fading away into thin air.

“Hey.” You smile, awkwardly standing there.

“Hi.” He responds and then there is complete silence as you just stare at each other.

“Fuck, you probably think I'm a loser even more now. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He laughs humourlessly, running a hand through his locks in frustration. “No Jungkook, you’re not a loser. And I certainly don’t think that.” You sit down next to him and Jungkook scoffs throwing his head back to rest on the lockers with his eyes shut. You try to keep your eyes on his face, not his ripped body but even that is hard since he looks even hotter now, all sweaty and breathless.

“Yeah right. I’m a fucking excuse for a captain. Can’t even lead my team into winning because i- you know what forget it.” You frown at him, is he dumb? “Jungkook, you’re not a loser. How many times have you guys won huh?” you place a hand over his thighs and Jungkook's eyes shoot open, gaze flickering to where your hands are before he looks up at you.

"Jungkook you’re a great captain. You've brought honour to the college with your team and no-one else could have done it. You're a champion. You can get back there on that field and win it.” You squeeze his thigh and Jungkook stares at you blankly. It’s hard to read his thoughts when he remains so blank and unresponsive. “You know, we can only win if you're there.” He suddenly says, leaning forward and you chuckle at his ridiculousness.

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?”

He turns to face you, his dark eyes locking with yours and the sudden proximity of your faces has your breathe hitching, cheeks prickling. “Y/N, why are you here?” he asks, almost sounding frustrated but you take no offense to it somehow.

“Because ... because I care.” You gulp, finding it hard to form a sentence with his intense gaze on you. “For me or the team.” He questions, head tilted.

“Both. But especially you.” you confess and then there is a long silence as you simply stare at each other.

“You confuse me. You tell me go away and then you tell me this. Why?” he shakes his head as he looks away, running his fingers through his hair again, biceps flexing.

“Because I like you.”

“What?” he whips his head towards you as he shifts in his seat as his cheeks redden. "Why are acting so surprised I literally told you that already.” You roll your eyes at his reaction as you chuckle.

“Yeah but I thought... You know... after that night and when we bumped into each other and you ran away that you didn't feel the same anymore.” He shrugs and you groan in frustration. Why was he making this so hard?

Without warning you push yourself off your seat to straddle his lap and cup his cheek. “I’ll show you okay? How I feel. How you make me feel.” He stares at you wide eyed and surprised but he nods as his hands rest on your hip and waist.

You lean down, capturing his lips in yours. The kiss is sweet from the fruitiness of your gloss and a little salty from the sweat on Jungkook. You take in all of him, fingers trailing down the edges if his torso while the other tugs at the hair in the nape of his neck. His hands slip under your top to fondle your breast and eliciting a deep moan from you that has him tightening his grip on your waist to pull you closer to his chest. You feel his hard cock pressing against your soaking clothed core and you can't help but grind onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans, hips bucking up to met yours. You steal a glance at the digital watch on your wrist. You've got about 6 minutes left. “We need to make this quick, baby.” You pant out, not missing the way Jungkook smirks at the term of endearment as he bites his lips.

You palm him through his pants and he rolls his head back, he hisses when you reach into his tight pants and take out his angry hard cock. "Wait, I don't have a condom on me.” He grabs your wrist to stop him, but you peck the corner of his lips and grin at him.

“I’m on the pill.” He nods and let's go of you, his balls going tight at the thought of being able to fuck you raw with no hindrance and fill you with his cum. He let’s you take control, watching in bliss with hands tight around your waist as you rub his tip against your slick entrance. When you sink down on him both of you gasp. You immediately clench around him but you don’t stop, the drag as he guides you further down while you take in all of him pleasurably painful. It’s intoxicating and it has you catching your breath, nails digging into his shoulders as you start moving. "Oh my god,” you moan jumping on his cock as Jungkook’s fingers hook on the middle of your bra under your top, pulling the fabric down so that your breasts are now free of the constraints, nipples pebbled visible through the natural just shows how aroused you are home your tits bounce and your chest heaves with every thrust.

“Look at you, hopping on my dick like a fucking slut.” He growls as he latches onto your stiff nipples through your top and you shriek, arching your back into his mouth. He chuckles against your jiggling breasts as he moves onto the next, pinching and flicking your free needy buds with his thumb and it has you rolling your head back, the corners of your vision blackening as your high arrives. “Jungkook, baby, I’m so fucking close,” your thrusts are weaker, thighs aching but you are desperate and try to go faster despite your throbbing thighs. Jungkook senses your frustrations through your whines and hooks his hand on your hips, lifting you up and slamming you against his cock, occasionally bucking his hips up to yours.

“Jungkook, I’m going to come oh my god,” you pant as you let him fuck into you and you cry out as you release around him, hips twitching as he continues thrusting his hips up to yours with his brows knitted. "I’m so fucking close.” He grunts, snapping his hips up to you before he spills his warm seeds into you with a growl.

You stay like that for a while, his head on your shoulders and your head on his breathlessly. “I really like you Y/N. Fuck I love you so much.” He confesses into the crook of you neck and pulls you closer to him by your waist. A smile graces your features as you tightened your embrace over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mia and I earlier. I didn’t think it was important. Sorry.” “It’s fine.” You chuckle with a shrug and he chuckles as well.

“Are you going to pull out or...” You remind as you eyes trail down to where you are still joined and you’re surprised his still intact in you, did he get hard again? "Fuck right,” a tint spreads over Jungkook’s cheeks as he lifts you and stands you up, shoving his dick back into his pants. You try to ignore the outline of an obvious bulge with pursed lips, holding back a laughter. “If you win, we can go for a second round tonight. Maybe more.” You sing song with a shrug as you begin walking out, leaving a wide eyed Jungkook who is getting dressed. A grin slowly spread across his face as he catches up to you.

“Wait,” he holds your hand, pulling you into his chest as he drapes his varsity jacket over your shoulder. You notice he is wearing his gear already. You raise a brow at the action, a bit taken back. Jungkook’s eyes trail down to your chest, where two wet patches lay where your nipples should be. Your cheeks heat up as you recall how Jungkook was sucking on them before this. "Thanks,” you gulp and Jungkook chuckles, taking your hand in his. Just then the door flies open sand Seokjin peeks his head from the door, light pouring in.

“Hey cap, hey Y/N. Hope you guys are done, the games about to start.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Right. Um, guess I’ll be going then.” Jungkook grins, unable to control the giddiness he feels and infects your heart too, swelling as he swings your joint hands.

“Good luck Jungkook. Go win it.” You pat his chest. “I don't need luck, I have you here. And a night of just me and you fucking to look forward to.” He quirks a brow with a smug smirk and you smack his chest.

“Whatever. Go.” You usher him out and he laughs, heading for the door. “Oh and Jungkook?” you call out, biting your lips and hugging the jacket closer to your body when he steps out the door. "Yeah?” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“I love you too.”

Jungkook tilts his head, a grin that makes your heart race spreading across his features as he pushes himself of the door frame. He nods to himself before turning his back on you and walking out.

What was that? You furrow your brows but you don’t pay much mind to it.

They do end up winning the game, and you should've recognised the look Jungkook had earlier sooner. The look of determination and unmatched prowess, the same look he’s giving you now as you’re sprawled beneath him, completely naked while he is half dressed hovering over you with a devilish grin.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he cocks a brow and you quickly shake your head. You don’t care for the ache in between your legs, you want him even more now. “Alright baby girl, on your knees.” He commands and you quickly scramble into position. He takes his place behind you, wet chest pressing into your back while damp hair tickled got ears when he places a kiss on the top of your glowing shoulder.

“Are you ready?” he breathes into your ear, and you eagerly nod, whimpering when he cups your breasts under you roughly to gain a verbal answer from you.

“Yes, fuck Jungkook I want your cock!” you arch your back to press your behind into him, gasping as his twitching member rubs at your entrance. “Such a needy slut for my cock. Even after I’ve fucked you so good so many times just tonight... tsk tsk tsk,” he shake his head and you let out a strangled cry as his hands trail down and pinches your engorged clit, sensitive from previous abuse. But still you buck your hips into his hand, panting as rubs the button of nerves.

“Please, I can never get enough of your cock, I need it. Please fuck me again- oh Fuck.” You throw your head back, immediately clenching around him as he shoves himself in you with ease, gasping with every thrust while you grip the sheets.

From the reflection of his mirror ahead, you feels yourself grow wetter with time at the sight of him pounding into you ruthlessly from behind, lips caught in between his lips with furrowed brows. But from the corner of the mirror image on the reflection, something glimmering catches your attention.

The gold trophy of today’s victory.

A reminder of how you ended up in this situation not that you were complaining at all.

Also a reminder that tomorrow, and for more than a couple days, you might not be able to make it out of bed or even stand on your own two feet. But you don’t mind. You really don’t.

“Fuck,” you grunt as Jungkook strengthens his thrusts, the bed squeaking while you fist the sheets , mind on the edge of sanity again as his cock pounds into you and bumps your g spot.

This is going to be a long long night.

How was it ? I hope you all liked it thank you for reading 💜💫

#bangtan #bts #bts angst #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts smut #bts au #bts scenario #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook au #bts scenarios

241 notes · View notes