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yours to keep

johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader

wordcount: 4.6k || dedicated to @guyfieriii an: teensy smut, fluff, banter, friends-to-lovers babeh summary: You’re in a dress. Your legs are fucking out. His throat all of sudden dry, suddenly unable to focus on anything—hand grasping his glass, the ice clinging and clanging against it. Then your eyes land on him. The rest of the room faded to nothing. He can feel his cheeks warm, his smile beginning to rise—all of it natural, all of it without thought. other soap work.

“Why’d they call ya, Squid?” “‘Cause I’m tiny and can swim well.” “Seriously?” You smirked. “No. I kinda… maybe took out a room full of people with a knife. Nothing really. Just… My old Lieutenant said I must have had eight arms or something. So, Squid.” He watches as she looks down. “They tried Octo and Pus for a day, but… realised even within the military, the latter bordered on an HR complaint.” “Steamin’ Jesus.”

Soap remembers when the rumours swirled about you and Gaz.

The two of you were—and are—just good friends. He knows that, believes it, even. He knows there’s nothing but innocence when Gaz’s arm is slung over your shoulders, pulling an easy laugh from you—even if you were bruised and covered in blood, dirt and whatever else. You both knew one another—the only two out of the whole 141 that did—before it was formed.

It didn't matter how good you were, the whispers still followed. They pricked at you. Soap remembers how you’d dip your head when you passed certain tables in the mess. How you only walked a little taller if you were with him, Ghost or Gaz.

Now, the rumours were about you and him.

The two of you having shifted and changed. One minute work colleagues, and then two people who’d needed the other for body heat. He hadn’t meant for the jokes to flow when the only thing that separated the two of you was underwear. But, your eyes had been shimmering, surrounded by snow tinting your lashes. Your beauty was apparent to him before, but harder to ignore when he looked down at you close to him.

“You d’this with all the boys, lass?” “No. Just ones from Scotland, it seems.”

Truthfully, he’d thought you were stunning the moment he first saw you. But, there’s something about seeing the specks in someone’s eyes that makes things feel more intense. Been given the rare chance to study each angle of your cheeks, nose and brows—the way your lips curl when he makes a joke you clearly don’t want to laugh at. Letting him commit you all to memory, in case he never got a moment quite like it again.

Then evac rescued you both, and he half-expected things to go back to how they were.

But they didn’t.

The two of you remaining close, flirtatious banter flowing even in a room full of people. He thought you’d be less bothered, but you were more riled by the rumours. Especially at the beginning—when they first began—making your head dip, fists clenching and your eyes struggle to meet his.

Now, he’s sure you lean into them, practically desperate for someone to dare egg you on so you can tell them he blows your back out.

Not that he’s had the chance. But, fuck, would he.

He’d do more than that given half a chance. Not just because you’re beautiful, not just because you make him laugh—but because you make his whole fucking heart soar. You make him better without doing anything, easily able to pull the good parts of him out.

It had all been gradual, having crept up on him. The way you’ve embedded yourself into his thoughts.

At first, it was in admiration at your hand-to-hand, the way you use your smaller frame to bend and twist. Then it was because you let your hair down, your head bent back, and your neck all exposed. The dark and dingy inn is full of weightless laughter and thudding music in some country far from home. Gaz pouring a clear bottle directly into your mouth. The way your eyes hit the light and how big your smile was when you stood straight, doing something instantly to him. Making him almost cross the short distance and wipe the vodka from your chin and lips with his tongue.

Before, you were just Squid.

Now, you’re more than that.

You’re paradise and perfect days—and a messy bunch of emotions and snark he hates being away from.

Has been since you let him call you a nickname he’d only ever heard Gaz use and Gaz alone. He’d tried it, tested it, rolled it around on his tongue before he even said it to you. Almost having said it at the inn, when your eyes were glazed and your tongue loose. But, he’d waited—wanting you alone, all to himself so he could watch your reaction.

See if he’d earnt calling it you.

“Mari.”

“You know that's not my name, right?”

Your face having turned, the slyest smirk on your face.

And he had hoped you don’t know he’s been working up to saying it. Almost getting lost in the odd twinkle of your eyes.

He knows, down the path of whatever the two of you become—if anything—this would be the moment he realised he liked you, liked you. That he imagined, for a brief fucking moment, that there could be a future.

“Oh? Aye? Heard Gaz call it y’… just assumed.”

Shrugging, you stabbed your food again, a soft laugh escaping the air, blessing the space between them. “No, no, no. But it’s okay, you can call it me too. I mean, we did share some floorboards and a ratty blanket, the least I can do to thank you for keeping me warm.”

He can’t even remember what he wanted to ask. The image of you against him—slightly shivering, eyes staring into his as your hand clutched his back—at the forefront.

Everything else had vanished, stolen from his mind. Plucked by your beautiful eyes and brain-wiping smile.

“What is your name?”

“You know that’s classified, Johnny.”

“You know mine.”

You had shrugged again, smirking. “If you keep letting me steal your fries, I might let you know.”

He pushed the rest of his plate towards you, “Y’got it, lass.”

“Why you want it so bad?”

He leaned close, even if the rest of the mess hall wasn’t listening—not even paying attention. “Just be nice t’know what t’call y’when I’m fake blowin’ yur back out.”

Your eyes met his.

Time all of a sudden frozen. His own flicking from your eyes to the rest of your face, watching, waiting. The two of you have been towing this line so well, recently; dancing on the line of will-they-won’t-they flirtation. And sometimes, he’s not sure if he’s gone too far—if they’ve gone too far.

So he hopes for a message. One from your face directly—cause it can never lie.

And he sees it, a twitch of your lips, a slight narrowing of your eyes, before you steal another one of his fries, and bring it to your lips.

“You’d learn it quicker if you actually blew my back out, Johnny-boy. I’d be like putty in your fuckin’ hands,” you had said, soft, sultry, and so low it took him a moment to realise what you’d just said.

And then, like all good moments, it broke—Lt appearing, looming over the table.

Since then—when shit really hits the fan—he seeks you without question. Your eyes land on him, instantly knowing—as if he’s a book and you already know all of his pages.

When it’s you, he knows from the way your shoulders are sunk, the clear need to be held being written into each muscle. Mostly, it’s the dullness sitting in your eyes. Usually, they sparkle. Not quite a disco ball, but something close to it. When they shine bright, they make the darker days easier and the good days that bit better.

He won’t admit it to anyone, but he loves having your head on his chest. For a moment able to dream—think—of a time when you’d be here for reasons not so sad. That you’d be here because it’s the two of you, against it all.

Not just as friends.

As something so much more.

Then you leave before he wakes, the reminder it’s not quite that yet, feeling something close to a blade making tiny cuts—not enough to bleed him dry, but enough to make it sting, singe and ache.

He really does hate the rumours—mainly because he wishes they were true.

“If you could eat anything for breakfast, what would you choose?” “Gotta b’ a Scottish brekkie, ain’t it?” “Streaky bacon?” “Aye. Not a brekkie without it.” “I guess.” “Y’not a fan?” “Prefer cock for breakfast, if I’m honest.” “Fuckin’ hell, Mari.” “What? You forgot for a moment you’ve been stabbed, mission accomplished.”

It’s rare. Unusual.

The whole lot of you crammed in a bar, never mind some small pub in Manchester. Even more unexpected that it was booked out—a specific request for the group of you to bask in the success of the last mission. The one which had taken weeks—stole more from you all than you’d known you could give.

It had been hard. Long. Difficult.

So many more words he couldn’t quite think. But in all of it there were moments, tiny fragments he clutched onto. You seek him out, your face sunken and sad, burying your head into his chest as you hold onto him for what felt like hours. Him on a rooftop, staring out into the dark with Ghost, the two mindlessly talking, thinking, and planning, before he asks him where he wishes he could be.

Now, as he sips his first drink, he replays it. Smiling to himself, because while Lt didn’t say this place, he suspects the name he whispered belonged to the person behind the bar. The one who keeps side-eyeing him, the occasional half-smile gracing their mouth.

He takes another sip as he thinks of you.

You who Soap had watched lose sleep. Finding you huddled over a map or screen with Gaz, low whispers, reluctance to rest. Using the few free hours of any given day to train—needing to be better.

You didn’t ask him—or even Gaz—you’d asked Ghost.

It ate at him. Chipped away.

Soap blamed the lack of sleep for where his mind went. Using the same time stuffing down his jealousy over the fact you didn’t ask him. The wallowing peppered with thoughts of being inadequate, making his jaw clench, making him unravel just that bit more.

In a way, they were all protective of you—not that any of them needed to be. But, it wasn’t something bizarre, out of character. It was something they all felt, tied together by the simple fact they’d come to care for the five-foot-something Squid.

Even with that, he knows he feels something more.

It’s been churning, twisting and transforming inside of him for weeks—months. His heart almost leapt from his chest when he thought you were in the building he’d watched being blown up. The compass he relies on to keep him north, disintegrating, dark shadows coming down around his eyes until he sees you emerge from smoke and flames—without your pissing helmet.

Y’know how to scare me, lass. Keeping you on your toes, Soapie.

Now, he’s waiting for you. Paying attention to the hands on his watch—side-eyeing the door until it opens, blasting in cold, Gaz leading you in.

And—

Fuck. Shit. Bollocks.

You’re in a dress.

Your legs are fucking out.

His throat all of a sudden dry, suddenly unable to focus on anything—hand grasping his glass, the ice clinging and clanging against it.

Then your eyes land on him. The rest of the room faded to nothing. He can feel his cheeks warm, his smile beginning to rise—all of it natural, all of it without thought.

Punctuating it all is the soft lulls of Friday I’m In Love playing as he takes the moment to truly drink you in. It feels like minutes, maybe an hour—and he isn’t going to squander it for a second…

And then you blink, stepping up to the bar.

“Hi, could I order—wait, you are beautiful,” you say to the woman behind the bar—your eyes staring at her.

Gaz steps in, apologising, but all he’s focusing on is you.

You’re here.

Looking every inch radiant from head to fucking toe.

And he needs another drink. He needs a shot.

He needs…

A fucking hope and a prayer because he’s not sure if he can pocket his feelings anymore—unsure if stuffing them down will go well with alcohol, bitterness, and the smoothest scotch he’s had in ages.

So he orders another.

And three drinks down, and Soap is sitting across from you. A wobbly table between you both, your elbow leaning on it, rocking it from side to side occasionally.

The scent of fusty ale and brass having faded, swapped for a floral perfume and the elements of his drink.

You’re focused, even with slightly glazed eyes, on the bar—on the others behind the two of you. Likely on the girl behind the bar, the one you keep staring at—the one who keeps shooting Ghost smiles.

And he’s jealous.

He’s jealous because he’s wondering if you’re jealous.

If you want him—your two’s Lieutenant. The one who trained you, sparred with you, and made you go to sleep.

“C'mon, lass. Desert island, who’d y’want with you?”

“It’s her.”

“Wha—?”

You blink, staring at him—your glass in hand as you shake your head. “What?”

“Who’s ya best friend, lass?”

Your hands play with your glass, spinning it on the wooden table—the one with chipped and glass rings all over its mahogany surface, “From that, I’m guessing you’re hoping it’s you.”

“It’s not?”

“No.”

His throat dries.

Suddenly realising he shouldn’t have pushed this button. Not sure his frame of mind can even take it. Alcohol bubbling in his stomach, his throat—

“Who then?”

“Gaz. Obviously.

“Why is tha’obvious?”

“He lives closer.”

“Is that wha’ makes a friendship, then?”

“Well, my best friend wouldn’t willingly choose to live further away from me, would they?”

He smiles, realising you’re pulling his leg. Winding him up. Teasing him.

“Don’t you live closer to, Lt?”

Leaning closer, you take a purposeful sip, staring him down. Searing down to the core. “Yes, but he can’t be my best friend.”

Tell me why. Tell me it’s me.

Choose me. Pick me.

His heart thumping more, almost in beat with the song. Thump. Thump. Thump. It almost rises up, almost in his throat, pounding against the space he needs to breathe through.

“And, why’s that?”

You drain your glass, clanking it down. “I can’t be best friends with someone who calls me ‘Squidlet’, Soap. It’s demeaning enough that I let him call me that, never mind rewarding him for it by giving him more of my awesome personality. He can be third in line.”

And it sinks.

That feeling. The hope. The want.

“Well,” he says, quickly. “Ah, I’m glad y’pulled y’self away from Lt to drink with me then, ya fourth.”

“What?”

“Nothin’”

Your hand clutches his arm, stopping him from raising his own glass. “Tell me.”

“Yur’ always wit ‘im. Before. Could n’va find ya.”

“Who? Gaz?”

“Nah, Lt.”

Inwardly, he cringes. Hating the alcohol, hating how it makes his tongue loose in his head. Letting all of it, each festering feeling, bubble to the surface.

Because you’re more than his friend.

You’re so much more.

“Johnny… it… we were just sparring.”

“Yea, it’s alright—“

“Wait. Are you jealous?”

“No!”

He doesn’t mean to snap.

Your eyes stare at him, hand dropping from his arm as you slowly reel back. And then you stand, and he inwardly pleads for you to sit.

Please, Lass. Please.

Your mouth opening, words all set to be spat, but then you shake your head, walking until you’re out of his sight—the cold draft on his back is enough of an indication of where you've gone.

Leaving him with a choice.

One that begins to grow inside of him as the song begins. One he’s heard already, but now it feels different. It’s motivating, it’s making him down his drink, slamming it back down.

It’s making him stand, turning, watching the other three men staring at him, two with a knowing smile, one with a knowing stare. Even the woman—he doesn’t know the name, who he’s sure is fucking Ghost—leans against the pumps has that look.

And he knows.

Like they all do.

His feet move him to the door as Price grabs him around the forearm. “So, the rumours true, or?”

“Aye, well ther’ about to be, sir.”

“That so?”

“Yeah… I’d apologise, but, excuse me.”

It’s cold.

That’s what he thinks first when he steps outside. Eyes adapting to the dark, to the mist from the rain—letting the bitter feeling coat his bones. The dread, the fucking ache caused by even letting you go.

He pleads.

Hopes, too.

Please don’t have left, lass.

Scanning, looking, and then he hears it. Pacing—pacing that he knows so well it’s burned into his brain. Finding you, watching you down the side of the alleyway, turning to face him as you stop, hands flexing at your side as you stare at him.

“You’re very annoying.”

“Aye, probably,” he says, stepping closer. “But, that’s cause y’drive me crazy, and I canne’ stop thinkin’ bout ya. And then, your wir’ him and…”

Your eyes roll, strands of hair sticking to your face. “Oh, shut up. You know it’s you. You know I like you. You have to.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. Because it’s woven neatly between my faux-contempt and sarcasm.”

“Well, y’can probably see how I may have missed that, ay?”

“Not really. I think it’s pretty obvious. Personally. I don’t share a bed with Gaz. And I’m not standing outside as it fucking pelts it down in a ridiculously thin dress because I like British weather. I’m stood out here because the guy who is my best friend, and that I’m pretty sure I could be in love with, is being a dickhead.”

Staring, he steps closer, watching you fold your arms. “Y’in love with me?”

“Of course, that’s the part you heard.”

“Mari—“

You cut him off, not just with your eyes, but with your words. “I mean, as big as Ghost is, it’s not him I ask to lie in bed with after a difficult mission. It’s not him that I go to when I need to smile or laugh. Fuck, I only chose him for sparring because he doesn’t go easy on me, and… and I can’t have you thinking you need to save me.”

“I don’t—“

“—but you do. You practically ripped up Urzikstan to find me.”

“Cause y’were ambushed, lass. Not cause I dunna think y’can handle y’self. Shittin’ Jesus, I know y’can. Y’terrify me because I canne’ lose you. Not cause I dunna think y’can do it.”

It sits there.

His words. Yours. The two of them ferment, shifting. The space between the two of you gets smaller until his hand is on your cheek, and yours is on his waist, and he wants nothing more than to close the gap. To kiss you. To taste the drinks you’ve been sipping from your lips.

But he pauses.

Needing to capture this, the two of you.

“Soap…”

“Yea’, Mari…”

He watches you swallow, how your eyes flick from his own to his mouth. “I’d be lost without you, Johnny.”

He’s not sure who moves first. You, or him.

But you taste like sweetness and alcohol—your lips cold against him, tinged with the droplets from the sky. Your perfume envelops him, swirling with his, making a concoction of something he thinks he wants to bottle. You and him. A scent he’s both never smelt before and yet had been craving as his hand slides around your cheek—clutching you close as he feels your hands dig into his waist.

You moan against him, soft, low, almost vibrating through him. Your soft, fucking lips and he slides his tongue against your teeth, and he almost loses his goddamn mind.

Because it’s happening.

And he doesn’t want it to slip through his fingers. Not now, not ever. Moving you, as you suddenly begin guiding him, his back against the wall of the pub.

For a moment, he stops, and then your fingers crack open his belt. The sound loud, so loud, in the silence of the night and the rain making puddles. Your mouth capturing his, your hand sliding down the space and nestle of hair between his stomach and cock. Your hand wraps around him, and it’s…

More than he thought it could be.

Even more so when you stroke him, pumping him with your hand, eliciting a groan as he feels your grip tighten, teeth rolling over your bottom lip as you slowly lower to your knees in front of his very eyes.

“Fuck, Mari. Y’dont even know what y’do to me.”

“I can feel it, if that helps.”

“Ay, behave.”

Your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth, lips practically touching the head of his cock as your breath dances over the tip.

“Make me, Johnny.”

He blinks.

Stares.

And then your mouth is around him, taking him into your warm fucking mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip of him. And it’s everything. The image of it alone almost makes him come down your throat until it hits him—

“What the fuc—“ you snap.

His hand dragging you off him, up onto your feet.

“No girl o’mine is suckin’ me off on her knees in this shite weather.”

Your lips part, rendered silent as you just stare. “Your girl?”

“Aye, if you want to be?”

Just the wind blowing down the alleyway, your perfume hitting his nose like it has done all night. Scratching the back of his brain, coaxing him closer with its scent-filled fingers.

“Did you… did you just stop me from sucking you off?”

“Aye.”

“Fuckin’ hell, you love me, you love me back...”

He runs his tongue over his teeth. Because fuck, he kinda does, but, also, fuck.

“This fuckin’ dress—“ he groans instead, turning you, pressing your back against brick as you smirk. “—that fuckin’ smile.”

You clutch his waist as he winds his hand up your thigh, his belt clattering against his legs as his trousers slide down. “All for you, Johnny.”

“Steamin’ Jesus, Mari. Call me that again,—“

And then you say your name.

Surrendering it, presenting to him. It’s the best thing he’s ever been given. It almost mingles with your breath, it’s that silent. The only evidence of you speaking it is the wisps of your exhale swirling with the air.

He rolls it around his mind, as he did with your nickname, and then he says it as he slips his fingers under the band of your lace. Sliding two inside of you, groaning at the feel of you—of how much you want him. Not Simon. Not Gaz. Him.

“Only you,” you say, all breathy, eyes closed.

As if you can read his thoughts. Like you’re living in his fucking head.

“Only ever you.”

“Fuckin’ hell.”

Your eyes open, lust boldly staring at him as he finds that spot—the one which makes you grip his shoulder, nails digging in through his shirt.

And he’s going to ruin you. He’s going to fuck you until neither of you can take anymore.

He promises it to you with each stroke of his fingers inside you, each ghostly kiss he gives you as you chant his name and he catches each one.

He will. But not here.

That’s what hotels are for.

“Hey, none of that being cute, shit, today. I’m in enough trouble with Price as it is.” “Ay. Alright. But, y’think I’m cute?” “Shut up, Johnny.” “Got it, lass.” A beat happens, him staying as he watches you. “You don’t have to stay, Soap.” “I want t’.” “Okay.” “Alrighty.”

He awakens to a knock.

It’s not loud, but dull.

And very bloody insistent.

Slowly, he opens his eyes, half-hoping his mind hasn't lied to him, before finding your face close to his—turned to him, watching him.

It’s not a dream.

“Hi…”

“Hello,” you say, rocking your hips as you smile.

If you ever try to tell him you don’t look beautiful in the morning, he’d pull up this image of you—right here.

“Someone’s at the door, Johnny.”

“Y’got legs, Mari.”

“No, I don’t, actually,” you say with a smirk. “Someone fucked me to the point they’re broken. I almost knocked myself out getting to the bathroom for a wee an hour ago. You did this, so you go.”

It blooms in his chest as he stands, throwing on his underwear as he heads to the door.

The smirk not fading, not just because of the knowledge he’s done that to you—made your legs weak—but that you were staring at him how you just had been doing. The realisation that your body is naked under those expensive, Egyptian bed sheets—the same ones he’d fucked you under, on top of and likely around throughout last night.

If you’re trying to blow my back out, you’re succeeding. Y’know I don’t like t’fail missions, hen. Call me that again. Wha? Hen?

It’s different, unique.

A look he’s never seen. It’s almost content mixed with adoration, happiness trying to be hidden by disdain—the latter something you’ve perfected over time.

Am I your best friend now? No. You’re something else. Oh, upgraded, am I? What is it you say? Aye?

He looks back, finding you watching him, hand up, close to your face, trying to shield your face. Maybe hiding a smile, a devious smirk. But, it’s the look in your eyes he almost can’t place, it almost stops him. Makes him ask what is wrong.

But they knock, again. Interrupting a moment he’s been wishing for more than he does a shower after being covered in guts and blood. Whoever they are, impatiently bothering them.

It’s not until he opens the door, the person standing with a cart and metal dishes on it does he realise—

“Room service.”

The minx.

The beautiful, fucking minx.

He grins, almost to the point it makes his cheeks ache as he takes it from them. Trying to guide it back into the room with minimal clanging and difficulty. His hands are desperate to pull the lid off, finding your hand on top of his—body covered in pulled sheets from the bed, teeth biting your lips.

“What’cha done ‘ere then?”

His hand brushes your cheek, finding it as soft as it always is—your eyes softening, lips widening as you move into him. It’s different, and he’s glad. It’s closer, with no space between the sides of your body, no remaining space left purposefully because of friendship.

“Streaky bacon…”

“Aye?”

Lifting the tin, seeing a whole plate full of it. His head turning, looking at you, watching you smile up at him—your hand on his chest, drawing those soft shapes—the same ones you did when the two of you caught your breaths after the third… maybe fourth… time he made you come on his cock.

“Y’still like t’ same thing for breakfast, Mari?”

“Only if it’s yours.”

His cheeks burn—his ears too. “Y’heavenly, you are.”

“I try”

You lift the other tray, his eyes finding an array of fruit. Watching you take a piece, popping it in your mouth. His questioning look must be evident, your eyes watching him as you swallow.

“Ghost once told me sugar is good post-workout—refuels the muscles or something,” you say, swiping your tongue against your bottom lip. “And we still have this room till 11am, don’t we? And I thought, since we’ve already wasted a lot of time—”

He captures your lips.

The sheet falling from between the two of you, like paper to the floor—effortless and silent. His body flush against you, feeling your giggle bubble through you to him. All light, airy—and fucking perfection.

“Mine,” he whispers against your lips as the two of you fall back into bed.

“Yours,” you whisper back, throwing your leg over him as you straddle him, hovering your lips over his. “All yours, till you’re sick of me.”

He moves your hair from your face, grasping your hip—thump fitting over the growing bruise he’s already left. “‘never be sick of you, Mari.”

an: reader is called mari... because of calamari... squid joke ;)

prequel jealous!soap fic here

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(Right) Hook, Line, and Sinker

*Banner by my love @persphonesorchid

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your horrible friends trick you into going to a haunted corn maze, where you inadvertently punch a zombie. Jungkook is, of course, in love.

Word Count: 12,353

Warnings: Smut

AN: This is the penultimate installment of the Autumn Leaves Collab, which is hilariously the reason I even made a Tumblr. We have one cute autumn-themed fic for each of our beloved boys by some seriously fantastic writers, so please go and check them out! Hope you all enjoy :)

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(Right) Hook

It was a beautiful autumn day. The leaves were a gorgeous blend of crimson and gold, the temperature was brisk but not freezing, and the sun was kissing the horizon, setting the entire sky aflame in a blaze of unadulterated glory.

You couldn't have asked for a better day to be backstabbed by your friends. In fact, you didn't have any friends. Just terrible people who promised you donuts and cider and then turned around and forced you into a haunted corn maze.

Your best friend had laughed herself to tears watching your expression change when you caught sight of the sign and realization dawned upon your stupid, trusting brain.

"You betrayed me!" you screeched. Mijin dug the knife in deeper by cackling like the evil witch she was.

"It's your own fault for not looking up the name of this place beforehand," she snickered, wiping her eyes dramatically. You huffed and crossed your arms, sinking into your seat with no intention of getting out. They could drag your cold dead body from the car if they wanted to go into the maze.

"I'll pay for your donuts."

"... Okay."

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"FUUUUUUUUUCK THIS!" you screeched, sprinting away from the terrifying clown that had leapt out at your group. Your friends doubled over laughing as you sped off, eager to put distance between you and the most recent jump scare.

In fact, you had been a little too eager to escape, and after a couple twists and turns you realized you were lost. Alone. In a creepy corn maze. While the sun was going down and probably also laughing at your idiocy. Fuck.

For a few slow, spooky moments, you struggled between your pride and your sanity. Should you call Meej and ask her to find you, and deal with even worse teasing later? Or should you just woman up and get through this maze to keep the last remaining shreds of your dignity intact? Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Well, that decided that. You weren't gonna go crawling back to her now. They would find your cold, dead corpse in the morning and she would cry at your funeral and you would sneer at the asshole from your new home in hell. If this wasn't already it.

Meej

LMAO DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST PANIC LOSE YOURSELF

YOU MORON

LOLOLOL

The wind picked up and you jumped as the leaves of the corn stalks rustled tauntingly around you. Every little echo and noise sounded like another monster sent to get you, and a falling leaf made you jump and put your fists up for a fight. The shadows looked as if they were reaching for you with inky fingers, and you couldn't tell if your shivers were from the bite of the air or the chill in your chest.

In your head, you knew that it was all fake, that anyone coming at you was just a paid actor in makeup and costume. Unfortunately, your cowardly reflexes and adrenaline convinced your body otherwise and you crept through the maze like a very tense, jumpy mouse. You were so intent on the possible danger ahead, however, that you didn't notice someone creeping up behind you.

"Boo." You felt the barest whisper of hot breath on your ear and you froze. Then your body went on autopilot.

"NOOOOO!" you screamed as you automatically whirled to face your attacker. You weren't entirely sure what had happened, but suddenly the knuckles of your right hand were on fire and there was a collapsed zombie in front of you cradling his nose.

"Oh my fucking god," you gasped as you realized what you had done. You crouched next to the poor dude probably earning minimum wage, and rummaged around in your bag. Did you not have any tissues or napkins or anything?

"I am so sorry, are you okay? Wait that's a stupid question, your nose is bleeding, uh, fuck, shit, can I help? Oh god."

Your victim's shoulders began to shake and you panicked more - you didn't mean to make anyone cry for fuck's sake. Shit, who was the real monster here? Then you realized that he was laughing.

"Uh… zombie guy?" you asked stupidly, wondering just how hard you had hit him. He smiled widely at you. Unfortunately, combined with the costume makeup and the blood flowing from his nose, the gesture was not as reassuring as he intended it to be. You appreciated the attempt, though.

"Jungkook."

"Sorry?"

"I'm Jungkook. What's your name?"

You stared at the boy, wondering just what was going on in that head of his and just how hard you had hit him. Because you were raised to be a polite young lady and some of society's training stuck despite your attempts to fuck the patriarchy, you ended up responding automatically.

"I'm [Y/n]."

Why had you said that? Was your first name and appearance enough for him to figure out your full name and sue you? Was that why he had asked? Well too bad zombie conman, joke was on him because you were broke as shit. The safest thing would probably be for you to peace out and make yourself scarce, but you were still worried about the blood dripping from his nose.

"Um, I didn't break it, did I?" you asked timidly as Jungkook got to his feet. He offered you a hand up, which you took despite feeling like you should be the one helping him. His skin was warm despite the fact that he must have been in the maze for at least an hour already.

"I don't think so," he replied, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve and adding real blood to what was (hopefully) just fake decoration. "That was a mean right hook."

"I'm so sorry!" you blurted again, guilt filling you at his words. Wait, you weren't supposed to admit fault out loud if you were getting sued, right? You had watched that in a show somewhere.

"Nah, it was hot."

You blinked at him. Surely you hadn't heard correctly. By the way he was grinning at you - and it was not cute, considering you were now staring at a grimacing zombie covered in blood - you in fact had. This guy was not right in the head, and you began backing away slowly.

"Okay that's great!" you babbled. "I'll-see-you-around-bye!"

With that, you turned and sprinted away despite your protesting legs. You really had to start going back to the gym sometime. If you did, maybe your rusty skills would be brushed up enough for you to defend yourself from this weirdo.

~~~~~

Line

Jungkook stared after you as the moonlight illuminated your fleeing form. Your feet barely made any noise as they pounded through the dirt and leaves, and he found himself even more enamored. You hadn't even given him enough time to tell you you were heading deeper into the maze instead of towards the exit. Well actually, that was probably a good thing. He had to be out here for a bit longer and this meant that you might still be around when he got off.

"Dude, what happened?"

He turned to see Taehyung who was dressed as a creepy clown and, in his opinion, looked way scarier than any undead creature could. Because clowns were real. And they could be anywhere.

"I think I'm in love," Jungkook sighed, unable to keep himself from poking his nose despite the way it made him wince. It was sort of like wiggling a loose tooth, except in this case it was a reminder of the beautiful moment he met his future wife. He was rewarded by his friend's very unimpressed expression, only mildly obscured by the giant red nose on his face.

"With someone who physically assaulted you?" asked Taehyung, crossing his arms and somehow going from creepy clown to bitchy clown. It was amazing what his friend could do with one tilt of his hips.

"I mean I got closer than I was supposed to because she was cute. And then she punched me."

Jungkook touched his nose again with a dreamy sigh as he gazed in the direction you had run off to. What were you doing now? Were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you?

"My head rang like a bell. Like wedding bells. Our wedding bells."

Taehyung closed his eyes in resignation, knowing his friend was a goner and probably already picturing your babies sparring with each other. If he was talking about the same girl he scared away from her group earlier, she definitely was pretty enough for any of them to get a little closer than strictly necessary for scaring. He opened them again and scanned his friend just to make sure he was really fine.

"Wait, do you have a boner?"

"She had perfect form, okay?!"

~~~~~

"I fucking hate you," you groaned as you sank down onto the picnic table bench next to Mijin. After what had to have been at least half an hour (the corn maze couldn't even possibly have been that big) of what felt like constant scary clowns and zombies and evil butchers popping out at you, you had finally found the exit. And of course your friends had already escaped and were sitting and eating donuts and drinking hot cider like the assholes they were.

"Yo, what took you?" she asked unsympathetically with a mouth full of cinnamon, powdered sugar, and deep fried dough. "After that clown, no one else showed up. We got done like twenty minutes ago."

"What the hell?" you whined, unceremoniously grabbing your friend's cider and downing it, wishing it had something stronger so you could forget this evening had ever happened. It definitely wasn't because you needed the warmth - you were sweating like a pig from fear and more physical exertion than you had performed in the last month combined. Were you just cursed? Wait no, you did not want your thoughts to go there right after that horrible experience.

And because it just wouldn't quit, Mijin poked your shoulder and pointed to where a familiar looking zombie was strolling towards you in a decidedly un-shambly fashion.

"[Y/n]!" chirped the zombie - Jungkook, was it? - as he waved cheerfully in your direction. Meej raised her eyebrows as you looked behind you and then pointed to yourself in confusion, as if he could have been referring to anyone else. Suspicion began to bloom in your mind.

"Jungkook," you greeted as he came closer, ignoring the curious eyes of your friends. "Do you happen to know the reason I was constantly assaulted by horrifying creatures while my friends here made it through untouched?"

The boy grinned at you, and now that you weren't overcome with hysteria and guilt, you realized that even under his make up his eyes were large and mesmerizing. Wait no, he was a weirdo, why were you noticing how pretty his eyes were?

"Yep," he said unashamedly, his smile widening at your inadvertent pout. "I asked my friends to help."

"I said I was sorry!" you cried indignantly, crossing your arms and scowling at the reason your lifespan had been shortened by ten years. "You didn't have to torture me!"

His eyes widened in surprise, making them impossibly bigger and - dare you say it - cute.

"It wasn't for that!" he protested. "It was so I could catch you after my shift!"

"I - what?" you asked stupidly, now completely bewildered. Jungkook suddenly looked down at his feet, and his voice took on a more hesitant tone.

"I was gonna get a late dinner now, um, will you come?"

Mijin's eyes were now burning a hole into the side of your head as you resolutely pretended neither she nor the rest of your friends existed. What the fuck was going on with your life today? First you got tricked into a haunted maze and now the fucking zombie you punched was asking you on a date?

"Um, it's past midnight," you mumbled, unable to come up with any other response as your brain continued to buffer. The hopeful gleam in those large, innocent eyes did nothing to help. Neither did his adorably bashful expression.

"Okay, early breakfast. On me. Please?" he asked, voice taking on a begging quality. His lip began to jut out in a pout and even under the horrible zombie make up you noticed it was full and plump. "It's the least you can do after you punched me in the face."

At that your friends began to snicker and Meej outright snorted. You felt your own face begin to burn despite the nip in the air. And then your so-called best friend decided to punish you for ignoring her.

"Yeah, she's free," she offered, making you swivel and gape at her second betrayal of the evening. Never one to do anything by halves, she then proceeded to hammer the final nails into the coffin of your friendship. "And she has no plans tomorrow that would make her have to go home early."

"Great!" said Jungkook happily as he and Mijin ignored your indignant splutters. "Just let me get cleaned up and I'll be back here in fifteen."

He jogged away with annoyingly bouncy steps and you whirled on your Brutus.

"What the fuck?" you hissed, ire rising at the smirk on her lips. You opened your mouth to screech at her and she shoved a donut hole into it.

"He's cute," she said conversationally as you chewed hard, determined to give her a piece of your mind. You swallowed, took a deep breath to prepare for your rant, and she stuffed another one past your lips.

"There, there," she said, patting your head as you glared at her, cheeks full of delicious pastry.

"He seems like a nice guy, but keep your location sharing on and if you don't text me every half hour I'll come find you okay?" she said soothingly, patting your bulging cheek. "If it really was something nefarious he'd probably pick a girl who couldn't fight back."

You pouted and slouched in your seat as your other frienemies snickered. Fuck those NPCs. You didn't know them. They weren't even important enough to have names in this universe.

You sulked while you waited for your mysterious zombie boy. Why were you being forced on a sketchy late night date with a total stranger who liked getting punched? Meej continued to feed you donut holes, petting your head and back as if you were a baby. Unfortunately, it was actually working to chill you out because you were an easy bitch.

"Ready?"

You glanced up at the familiar voice, gasped, and immediately began choking on the powdered sugar that flew into your windpipe. Jungkook had removed the zombie make up and clothes, and while he had seemed cute, you hadn't been expecting him to be a total fucking smoke show even with a swollen nose. Fuck location sharing, you would let this guy dismember you and thank him for it. From the way Meej chortled as she handed you more cider, she knew exactly where your mind was at.

"I-uh-yeah," you said suavely, getting up and tripping over the bench as you tried to get out. He moved easily to grab you before you could land on your ass and you felt yourself pressed against a very firm, muscular body.

"You okay?"

Oh no, he was even cuter up close. You gulped and nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his large, sparkling eyes or his wide smile. His two front teeth were ever-so-slightly larger than normal, making him look like an adorably handsome bunny. Who happened to be ripped beyond belief.

A flash went off and the two of you turned to see Mijin, who was pointing her phone at the two of you. You quickly stepped away from him, wondering if your face was as red as it felt.

"Don't mind me," she said innocently, tucking it back into her bag. "Just getting a picture so if [y/n] goes missing I can give the police a lead. Jungkook, right?"

You glared at her, knowing that while it was kind of true, she probably also wanted to memorialize the stupidly dazed expression on your face. The upside was that the muscle bunny wasn't offended, which gave him points toward not being a Gen-Z Ted Bundy.

"Jeon Jungkook," he told your friend with a grin and a nod. "If that helps."

"Good boy," Meej said approvingly. "Have fun, kids."

She gave your butt a goading slap as you turned to follow Jungkook away, and when you turned to yell at her she somehow managed to throw another donut hole right into your mouth. Maybe she really was a witch.

~~~~~

As you walked towards the parking lot, it hit you that you were about to get into the car of a complete stranger. Granted he was a very attractive, nice-seeming stranger who looked to be about your age and whose full name you now knew, but still. This was what all those old stranger danger videos warned you about. The darkness of the night and the rustling of the leaves did nothing to lessen the creepiness of the atmosphere. As if coming to the same realization, Jungkook turned to you with an uncertain expression on his face.

"There's a Denny's about five minutes away from here, it's the only place still open for food," he explained, pointing his finger somewhere to the east. "You can tell your friend that's where we'll be."

"Denny's," you mused, shooting off a quick text to Meej. "You're a real romantic, Jeon Jungkook."

That bunny-like smile appeared back on his face and you felt your heart give a hop in response as the two of you began walking again. You couldn't tell if it was just because of him or also because you had eaten too many donuts.

"I also make some mean ramyun, but hopefully I'll get to show you another time."

"Hm, that's very presumptuous of you considering you're taking me to a Denny's after midnight," you teased. "Are you just that charming?"

"I hope so," he told you earnestly, the blush that rose on his cheeks doing more to endear him to you than anything else so far. You reached his car, and he gallantly - and cutely - scrambled to open the passenger door for you. When you smiled at him in thanks, he froze and stood at the door, gaping at you like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh… is everything okay?" you asked uncertainly, grin slipping off your face. Jungkook turned bright red and swallowed, shaking his head.

"Y-you're just even prettier when you smile," he stammered, before closing the door and hurrying to the driver's side. You barely heard the slam over the way your blood began to pound in your ears, and a small voice inside of you screamed that this was all way too good to be true and you were about to get murked. Another voice, one that sounded suspiciously like Meej, told it to shut the fuck up. Mijin had the unfortunate (or fortunate) habit of always being right, so you decided to listen to that one instead.

Jungkook still seemed flustered as he got into the drivers' side, which was absolutely fucking precious. It relaxed you further despite the awkward silence that descended as the two of you tried to figure out what to talk about.

"So… was that clown also your friend?" you finally asked, remembering the recurring horror that had kept you lost in the maze for so long. Jungkook grinned and nodded, though he quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

"Yep, that's Taehyung. Honestly I think his costume is the scariest," he confirmed, and you shuddered in acknowledgement.

"Yeah, zombies and werewolves and stuff aren't real. But clowns are, that makes it worse."

"EXACTLY! See, you get it!"

The awkwardness between you dissipated as you began to banter back and forth more comfortably, and you found yourself laughing outright more often than not. As it turned out, not only was this zombie boy a confusing mixture of sexy and adorable, but he was also funny and kind. You had a feeling you weren't going to come out of this night alive, but for entirely different reasons than you had initially expected.

The easy conversation continued through your late dinner/early breakfast, and you found yourself enjoying talking to him even more than the greasy eggs and bacon on your plate. He was just so sweet and cute, it was impossible not to like him.

As the food dwindled, you found that you didn't actually want this night to end. You realized you were growing increasingly enamored with this strange boy, but you weren't sure if he felt similarly after actually having a conversation with you.

Well, you were a strong(ish), independent(ish), woman who knew what she wanted, right? You were a twenty-first century girl! All you had to do was be brave and be the one to ask for his number!

You took one look at Jungkook's handsome face and sparkling eyes and decided no, you were not a brave, strong, independent woman. He was way too attractive for you to be able to grab life by the proverbial ovaries and just straight up ask him out. You let out an internal sigh at your own cowardice, then eyed the table where his right hand was idly drumming the edge of the forgotten menu. Do it, bitch, whispered the Mijin-voice in your brain.

Steeling yourself, you set your own hand on the table and crept it forward until it brushed against his own. He stopped talking mid-sentence and froze, then pulled his hand back as if he'd been scalded. His eyes were so wide it would have been comical if your heart wasn't currently sinking in your chest.

"Uh, I have to pee," he stammered, before bolting upright and almost running to the bathroom. You sat there, stunned and humiliated. That had actually been worse than just hearing no. What should you do now? Stay here and be awkward? Call Mijin and have her come get you?

Before you could fully make a decision, a beautiful guy who was decidedly not Jungkook plopped down into his seat. Another equally gorgeous boy sat in the empty space next to you, giving you a bright smile that squished his eyes into adorable crescents.

"Hi! I'm Jimin!"

~~~~~

"Why are we doing this again?" complained Jimin from the passengers' seat as Taehyung followed the car in front of them. "I'm tired, I want to go home."

"Because," said his best friend, "we all put enough effort into Kookie getting this date and he better not fuck it up."

"Wait, with that girl you told me to scare away from the exits?" he asked, suddenly interested. He sat up a little straighter in his seat. "She was super cute."

"Yep, and now I'm invested and I want to see how it goes."

They both sighed a little when they followed Jungkook's car into the Denny's parking lot. It made sense, it wasn't like there was anything else open or around, but still. Denny's? Taehyung parked far enough away that it was unlikely they'd be noticed, but when Jimin went to follow you and Jungkook inside, he tugged him over to the windows instead.

"Seriously?" he asked incredulously, staring at his friend in disbelief. "This is literally the creepiest thing we could be doing, and that's saying a lot considering where we work."

"I'm not hungry," Taehyung replied with a shrug, crouching behind a bush to hide his form from the parking lot. Jimin rolled his eyes but followed suit. When Tae got like this, it was usually better to just humor him.

"Man, she's really pretty," said Jimin, trying not to think about the fact that he was currently admiring a girl through the window of a Denny's while hiding in a bush. Surprisingly, the date actually seemed to be going well - you were laughing, Kookie was laughing, and you were smiling more often than not.

Honestly it was beginning to get boring and Jimin was feeling more and more like a stalker. And watching the two of you eat an absurd amount of eggs and bacon was starting to make his stomach grumble. He was cold, tired, hungry, and it didn't seem like things were going to get interesting any time soon.

"Can we go yet? I think he's doing fine."

As if on cue they watched as you tried to touch his hand and, in true Jungkookie fashion, their friend panicked and ran away. Taehyung gave him a pointed 'I-told-you-so' look, which Jimin ignored as he got up and dusted himself off before heading towards the restaurant doors. If Jungkook was too scared to properly flirt with a pretty girl, then his hyungs would just have to show him how it was done.

~~~~~

"Hi! I'm Jimin!"

"Uh, I'm [y/n]," you replied automatically, before cursing yourself for giving your name to a stranger for the second time that night. Should you be worried? Weird things definitely tended to happen when you sat alone at a Denny's after midnight, but they usually involved alcoholics or tweakers, not beautiful mystery men. Well, maybe they were alcoholics or druggies and it just hadn't destroyed their systems yet.

Seeing the trepidation on your face, the other boy gave you a reassuring grin that simultaneously relaxed you and made your face warm.

"I'm Taehyung. We work at the maze too. We - er - we came here to get some food, and recognized you."

A lightbulb went off in your head when he said his name and you gaped in shock. What the fuck? The creepy murder-clown was secretly also a hot guy? Was everyone that worked at that maze secretly a supermodel? They both laughed and you realized you had said the last bit aloud.

"That's really sweet of you," said Jimin, scooting a little closer to you with a twinkle in his eye. Despite the fact that he had probably been outside scaring people all night, he still smelled quite nice. "I'm not aware of that being a prerequisite, but if it is you'd definitely be a shoo-in."

You felt your face flush bright red at the compliment, but luckily you didn't need to respond because Jungkook chose that moment to return. He looked incredibly pissed, which was honestly pretty hot. And confusing. If he wasn't interested anymore, shouldn't he be relieved to have a distraction?

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked flatly, crossing his arms as he eyed the way Jimin was crowding your space. You were clearly flustered, and the way Jimin was looking at you made his jaw clench in irritation.

"We just wanted to get some food," said Jimin innocently. He smiled at you again and inched even closer, pressing his muscular thigh against yours. "But now that I'm here, I think I'm more in the mood for dessert."

Suddenly his warmth was gone and you realized that Jungkook had picked his friend up by his armpits like a dog. The effortless way he lifted him had you eyeing the stretch of his jacket across his biceps, and you recalled just how firm his body had been earlier. He deposited Jimin next to Taehyung with an uncaring thwump and sat next to you, right where his friend had been. His thigh was just as firm as Jimin's, and you felt your chest go fluttery at his proximity.

"Can I get you guys anything else?"

The tired looking waitress sighed when she saw the two new additions to the table, and while they ordered, Jungkook turned to you with that bright smile.

"Did you want anything?" he asked softly, leaning in closer so you could hear him. You were incredibly confused. First just a brush of your hand was enough to send him fleeing, but now he was sitting in your space and looking at you like you were the only person in the room. Maybe he really did have to pee that badly and you had bad timing? Either way, you wanted to prolong this time with him.

"Um, I could go for a milkshake," you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and trying not to stare at how close his lips were to your own. "I don't know if I can drink a whole one though."

"We can split one!"

Jimin's voice broke through the small bubble that had enveloped you and Jungkook, and you looked across the table to see a cherubic smile on his face. You didn't know him well enough to know that this was actually his shit-eating grin, and you also didn't see the knives Jungkook was currently hurling out of his eyes.

"No way, she's gonna share one with me," he protested with an annoyed huff, before turning to you again and looking uncertain. "I mean, only if you want to."

Fuck, this boy was way too cute. You were getting an enjoyable whiplash from the way he switched between being possessive and shy. You nodded, unable (and unwilling) to resist the hope glimmering in his eyes. You gave your order to the waitress, who had started tapping her foot impatiently - not that you could blame her - and brought your attention back to the table.

"So you really punched our Jungkookie in the nose?" Taehyung asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. The full force of his attention amplified your embarrassment and you covered your face with your hands.

"Wait, what?" chortled Jimin, reaching across the table to tousle Jungkook's hair. The former zombie scowled and flicked his friend in the forehead, and the two began to stage an odd over-the-table battle. You slumped further in your seat.

"Your hand looks bruised, let me see."

Warm, gentle fingers pried your own off your face as Taehyung pulled your hand closer to inspect your knuckles. You fought down the urge to shiver as he brushed his thumb across your skin, and the small smile he gave you - more of a smirk, really - made your cheeks heat up.

"He's hard-headed for sure, but it doesn't look too bad," he said with an unfairly attractive arch of his brows. The hint of a smolder in his dark eyes made the gesture seem more suggestive than it should have, and you swallowed hard, unable to look away. "Want me to kiss it better?"

All of a sudden, your hand was back at your side, but now enclosed in another warm grip. You looked at Jungkook in surprise, though you couldn't say you weren't pleased at his attention. He laced his fingers through yours, and you marveled at how perfectly your hand fit into his.

"Leave her alone, hyung," the boy said with a glare, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You hadn't prepared for how hot that looked, or what it did to your insides, and your cavewoman brain short-circuited at the action.

"Are you going to kiss it better then?"

Oh fuck, you had said that out loud. You watched the glare evaporate off his face as he whipped his head to stare at you, then your joined hands. You could almost see steam coming out of his ears as his brain buffered, and your insecurity began to re-establish itself. Until he pulled your hand up to his face and brushed his full, soft lips against your skin, making you shiver.

Your own lips parted slightly in surprise as you stared at him, fully aware that your heart was pounding and your skin was tingling. His own dark eyes looked back at you, and the intensity in his gaze made you wonder if perhaps he wasn't so innocent after all.

"Is that better?" he murmured against your skin. You nodded, momentarily mute, and his happy smile took your breath away. In a burst of courage, you leaned forward and planted a soft peck on his nose.

"Just returning the favor," you said with a shy grin, ignoring the "ohhhhhhh nice one" from Taehyung. The dazed look on Jungkook's face was definitely worth it.

"You know, I think I cut myself shaving this - "

"Shut the fuck up hyung, you grow like five hairs."

Jimin's offended expression made you laugh, and some of the embarrassment you felt at the two other boys witnessing your awkward fumbles with Jungkook dissipated. His grip on your hand tightened as if taking ownership, which set your silly, weak heart aflutter. You relaxed a little further once Jimin's food arrived and he focused his attention more on eating than on sending you flirtatious glances. Until the waitress brought your milkshake.

"What flavor did you get?" asked Taehyung interestedly, eyeing the tall glass with poorly concealed mischief.

"Um… cookies and cream…?" you ventured with a frown, considering the coloring made it pretty obvious. Taehyung's cheshire grin widened, and from the corner of your eye you saw Jungkook's ears turn pink.

"Oh, do you like cookies?" asked Jimin, having been lured away from his pancakes by the promise of being able to tease his friend. You glanced between the duo, feeling like you were missing something.

"Uh… doesn't everyone?" you asked. Jimin chortled in glee at your response and you spared a peek at Jungkook, who looked resigned and annoyed.

"Well our Jungkookie here is the sweetest of all, wouldn't you say?" said Taehyung with a shit-eating grin. "And his cream-"

He was cut off by a stream of milkshake hitting him in the face. Jungkook glared at him from beside you, straw to his lips and pointed straight at his friend. You and Jimin burst out laughing at the shocked expression on Taehyung's face, and you couldn't help but want to rib him back for how much he had been teasing Jungkook all night.

"Well tell me," you drawled, "how does his cream taste?"

Jungkook choked from beside you, and Jimin laughed so hard he fell sideways into his friend's lap. Taehyung just grinned and wiped some with his index finger, then held it out to you.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" he countered, recovering from his surprise impressively quickly. Your jaw dropped in surprise, and as if he took it as an invitation, he brought his finger closer.

Only for Jungkook to lean forward and lick it clean instead. Which was not hot. Definitely not.

"Thanks, hyung," the boy said with zero expression on his face while Jimin gasped for air. You were actually starting to get concerned for his lungs. "The ice cream was good, tasted like there was some bullshit mixed with it though."

"Maybe Taehyung should take his head out of his ass," you said without thinking, then blushed when you realized you had acted as if you were with Meej and the rest of your friends. They were just so goofy that you had gotten too comfortable, too fast. You needn't have worried though, because Jimin had fallen to the questionably clean floor under the table and Jungkook was staring at you with an even dopier grin than when you had punched him.

"You're amazing," he breathed, making you blush even harder. To avoid having to respond, you took a large slurp of your milkshake, then sighed in contentment.

"Kookie, you invited her to the Halloween party already, right?" asked Taehyung, eyes amused. He clearly wasn't offended by your remark, and that helped you relax again. Especially because Jungkook took that sparkling gaze off of you to scowl at his hyung. His attention was making you feel too many things.

"I was going to, before you showed up," he complained, and you fought down the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth at how cute he sounded.

"Oh please, you ditched a pretty girl alone at a Denny's after midnight before we showed up," retorted Jimin, who had finally recovered and was running his hand through his hair to fix it. You couldn't help but giggle at the way Jungkook's plump lower lip began to jut out in a pout, and you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"So what's this about a party?" you asked him, chest tingling at the way he immediately perked up and turned back to you. His eyes were so large and bright that you were left momentarily breathless.

"My roommate and I are having a Halloween party this weekend," he explained, looking adorably hopeful. "Um, if you're free, would you want to come? You're welcome to bring some friends if you want."

"If you give me your number, I can - OW!"

You suppressed another giggle as Jimin glared at Jungkook, who had not-so-subtly kicked him under the table.

"I'd love to," you replied, ignoring the two older boys. Jungkook's face lit up brighter than the moon outside, and you unlocked your phone and handed it over to him so he could enter his contact information.

He pouted a little when you did deign to get Jimin's and Taehyung's numbers as well, though he snickered when he saw that you named them TweedleJim and Taedledum. They did tone down their aggressive flirting - slightly - but by the time everyone had finished eating and paying, you wondered how purple the older boys' shins were going to be tomorrow. There had been a lot of kicking from your irritated date, and he had decidedly muscular thighs and calves.

"It was great meeting you," said Jimin as the four of you left the restaurant. The mischievous cast had returned to his face, and he pulled you into a hug that lasted far longer than necessary and only ended when Jungkook shoved him away. Taehyung didn't hug you, but instead took your hand and pressed his lips on your knuckles right where Jungkook had.

"Can't wait to see you this weekend," he said with a wink and throaty chuckle as the youngest ripped your hand away. He stomped towards his car, towing you behind him, and you gave a half-hearted wave to the two monkeys sporting identical grins behind you. You had to half-jog to keep from falling over, but the way Jungkook's cheeks were puffed out ever so slightly was too cute to be annoyed with.

Despite his irritation, he still opened your door for you, and your insides melted further. When he entered the driver's side, you took a moment to admire his pouting profile as he started the car. Then you grabbed his right hand, tracing the skin of his knuckles with your thumb.

"Jungkook, you know I think I like you a lot, right?" you asked, smiling at him. It was a little embarrassing to say aloud, but he seemed like he needed the reassurance after being teased by his shameless friends all night. His large eyes widened in surprise and a slow smile began to consume his face.

"Yeah?" he breathed, eyes shining as he looked at you. You noticed he had a cute mole under his lower lip.

"Yeah," you confirmed softly, gazing back at him and feeling your cheeks warm. You weren't sure who moved first, but then his soft lips were pressed against your own. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than the vanilla still lingering on his lips, and you sighed in contentment as you tangled your fingers in his baggy shirt to bring him closer. He complied, letting his own hands cradle your cheeks gently.

Then twin thuds sounded from either side of you, and you broke away to see Jimin and Taehyung grinning from opposite windows. You screamed in horror and clung to Jungkook before realizing who the fucking idiots staring at you were, and Jungkook swore under his breath.

"I'm going to murder them," he hissed as you laughed weakly and pressed a hand to your pounding chest. It had gone from butterflies to straight up heart attack far too quickly for your preference, and you whole-heartedly supported his statement.

"I'll help," you offered with a scowl as the two idiots gave you cheeky waves and scampered off to a different car. "Do you have an extra shovel?"

"Oh, I couldn't let you do physical labor like that on our first date," Jungkook replied innocently and you smiled in spite of yourself.

"But Denny's and getting harassed by your friends is fine?" you countered, though you placed a chaste peck on his cheek to show you weren't actually bothered. Despite the fact that you had literally just kissed, his cheeks flushed.

"We'll do something better next time," he promised, and your heart fluttered at the casual way he said it. Still, you couldn't help but give him a little shit.

"What makes you think there'll be a next time?" He whirled to look at you, eyes wide, and you began to giggle.

"That wasn't nice," he complained, that adorable pout making its way onto his face again.

"I'm sorry, what can I do to make up for it?" you teased, eyes flicking back down to his lips. He grinned and leaned forward, but a loud honk from what was presumably Taehyung's car startled both of you again.

"Let's get you home," he groaned, leaning back in his car. You laughed and took his hand, twining your fingers with his as he drove out of the parking lot.

"I mean, I doubt they'd follow us all the way to my place…" you said, brushing his hand with your thumb. Jungkook drove a little faster.

~~~~~

Sinker

"You think I should've put a shirt on under this?" you fretted as the Uber driver pulled into the parking lot of a decently sized apartment complex. Mijin rolled her eyes as she adjusted the halo atop her cow onesie, which was the exact opposite of yours in terms of being revealing.

"You're the one trying to seduce a guy who's clearly already gone for you," she deadpanned, making you flush.

"We just met a week ago! How would you know?" you protested, checking the tape keeping your robe semi-decently over your chest for the hundredth time since you'd entered the car.

"I've read your texts, they're disgusting," she said fondly. "He texts you good morning and good night every single day with hearts and everything, it's pathetic."

"I think it's cute," you said defensively, making her laugh and ruffle your hair.

"That's because you're just as whipped as he is."

"Be nice to me," you warned. "Or else we can go back and you won't get to meet any of his hot friends."

"Bitch I'm the one who agreed to come in case this is secretly an enclave of hot serial killers."

"Er, not to interrupt, but is this the right apartment?"

You both looked at the Uber driver, who you had completely forgotten about, then at the building outside.

"Yep, thanks! Sorry about that," you confirmed, opening the door and hopping outside. You shivered in the cold and mentally cursed yourself for going the hot girl route instead of the sensible funny costume route. Then again, you had goals for tonight that hopefully involved a cute ex-zombie between your legs.

As soon as Meej got out of the car, you nodded to the Uber and scurried up the stairs to the proper apartment. Even without knowing the apartment number you could've guessed which unit was the right one from the music pulsing in the air.

You opened the door cautiously, not really knowing what to expect, and a wave of warm air and bass blasted out at you. There was a decent amount of people in the room, and you stepped inside with Meej in tow.

"So where's your man?" she asked, trying to scan over the sea of heads. You shrugged, also looking around to see if you could find him.

"You made it!"

You turned to see twin gorgeous boys wearing togas and wreaths, and smiled despite knowing they were probably up to something already. Mijin outright ogled, and you couldn't really blame her.

Jimin was a vision in white, with a golden belt bearing a sun motif and a laurel crown. Combined with his smooth, pale skin, he nearly glowed. Taehyung wore a green toga, with silver moon adornments and a small toy bow-and-arrow. It played wonderfully with his tanned complexion, and you stared for a moment despite being preoccupied looking for Jungkook. They were already gorgeous before, but in their costumes they truly personified the Greek gods they were dressed as.

"Hey guys," you greeted, but before you could introduce them to Meej they grabbed both of you and all but dragged you further into the house. You sighed internally. It appeared that their antics were already in motion.

~~~~~

"Where is she?" Jungkook complained from his seat on the couch as he pouted into his plastic cup. He had been daydreaming about seeing you again since pretty much the second he had dropped you off that fateful night. The two of you had made out for an inordinately long amount of time in your parking lot, and he had driven away with a happy heart and a raging boner.

Between that right hook, first date, and the constant texts you'd been exchanging throughout the week, it was safe to say he was completely enamored. Not only were you scrappy, but you were gorgeous, funny, and nice, and talking to you just felt right. And amazingly, you seemed to feel the same way. So where were you? You said you couldn't wait to see him, so why weren't you here yet?

Jimin chortled at his younger friend's expression, patting his head like a child. Which he definitely looked like considering he was sagging in his seat in a cookie monster onesie.

"She'll be here," Taehyung assured him with a grin. "If not for you, then for me."

Before Jungkook could respond to his obnoxious friend, a slightly slurred, high-pitched voice came from his side and he winced.

"Jungkookieeee!"

"Uh, hi Dina," he said with a polite smile at the girl dressed as a slutty cookie. So this was why she had pestered him to know what his costume tonight would be. He looked around for help, but of course his two friends had oh-so-mysteriously disappeared in his time of need.

The sound of the door opening drove Dina out of his mind, and his gaze shot hopefully towards the entryway. It was hard to see, but there you were with that friend who had forced you to go out with him that night. He needed to remember to thank her for that. She would probably be the maid of honor at the wedding.

Even from halfway across the room, obscured by other partygoers, you were so pretty he wanted to die. Had you somehow gotten cuter since he had last seen you? He shot up immediately, not even noticing that Dina had been trying to sit on his knee, and she was sent toppling to the floor.

"Owww," she whined despite not looking like she had hit anything. Jungkook sighed in frustration. He really did not want to deal with her right now, not when you were right there, but he wasn't an asshole.

By the time he had helped her up, made sure she was fine, and pried her clinging acrylic talons off his arm, you were nowhere to be found. With an annoyed scowl, he realized that neither were Jimin or Taehyung. His eyes narrowed. They wouldn't.

He found you in the kitchen, sipping a drink and being caged against the counter by Taehyung. Jimin was engaging your friend, who looked more amused than charmed. Your expression was decidedly patient, which soothed Jungkook's ruffled feathers somewhat despite the way his hyung was staring at you like the hunter he was dressed as. Then he got a full view of your actual costume.

He had thought he couldn't be any more attracted to you, but you had proven him wrong. You were wearing a silky boxing robe tied tightly over some criminally short shorts that revealed a very appealing amount of leg. Your knuckles were wrapped in athletic tape, and his nose and his dick twinged at the same time. You were perfect.

Jungkook would have taken more time to admire you, but Taehyung was way too close, and currently playing with the hem of your robe. Something in his brain growled mine.

Then the older boy tugged you towards him by the tie of your robe and Jungkook went on autopilot, striding forward and ripping you away from his hyung. He opened his mouth to yell at Taehyung, until he realized he was holding you and his hand was touching warm, bare skin. He looked down and you stared back, mouth open and face pink. He looked further down and realized your tie had gotten undone. Your breasts were somehow still covered, but it was completely obvious you were wearing nothing underneath. His brain short-circuited.

Jungkook stood there, frozen and gaping, for an embarrassingly long amount of time. Then your friend surreptitiously stomped on his foot, and he came back to his senses. He was not about to let his hyungs see you like this.

You gave a squeak as he scooped you into his arms, clinging to the front of his onesie in a way that he quite enjoyed as he strode wordlessly out of the kitchen. He didn't even see Dina, who he almost trampled into crumbs in his haste to get you away. He quickly made his way to his room and shut the door behind him with his foot.

"Um, Jungkook?" you asked timidly, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes. He froze again when he realized what he had done, and that your robe was still untied and revealing a tantalizing amount of skin.

"S-sorry," he stammered, trying and failing to not ogle at the expanse of skin revealed by the cascading fabric. "I just… didn't want them to see…"

Your lips began to twitch up into a smile, and you brought your arms around his neck.

"Oh?" You asked softly, voice almost a purr. The look in your eyes made his heart stutter and his dick twitch. You brought your lips to his ear, and your hot breath sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "And why's that?"

You licked the shell of his ear, tongue warm and wet, and something in him snapped. Jungkook tossed you into his bed, and crawled over to trap you between his arms. The flash of worry that he was going too far vanished when you grabbed the front of his onesie to pull him down and crush his lips against yours.

"Because," he said as he pulled back, slightly breathless. You were a vision below him, splayed out and licking your lips as you stared up at him with hooded eyes. "You're mine."

He saw your mouth begin to curve into a smile before he was on you again, hot and hungry and demanding. Your lips slotted against his perfectly, and the whimper you gave when he sucked your lower lip between his teeth added more fuel to the heat blooming in his abdomen. You evidently felt the same, because you wrapped your legs around his waist to bring his hips against yours, making you both gasp as his erection rubbed against your clothed core. Despite the tickle of his costume, it sent arousal flooding through you.

"O-oh, Kookie," you moaned as he turned his attention to the line of your jaw, planting soft kisses and nips until he reached the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Then he began to suckle harshly, making you gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair encouragingly. If his hyungs couldn't keep their hands to themselves, he'd just have to show them who you belonged to.

His hands skated across your bare stomach, making you shiver, until they came to rest at your covered breasts. Then he sat back, looking perplexed.

"Why isn't this moving?" He complained, tugging lightly at your robe. You burst into giggles at the confusion on his face.

"It's boob tape," you explained, and laughed harder at his uncomprehending expression. "It's basically double-sided tape for clothes. Did you never wonder how girls wear drapey stuff without nip slip?"

"I just thought it was some weird boob magic," Jungkook responded sheepishly, and you dissolved into giggles again.

"You're cute," you said between chuckles, then gasped when he ground his hips down hard against you.

"Cute?" he asked darkly, making your mouth go dry. He proceeded to peel the robe off your chest - luckily the tape stayed on the fabric and not your skin - and his gaze went molten. He stared long enough for you to begin to squirm beneath him, and you brought your arms up to cover yourself. His own shot out to grab your wrists and pin them on either side of your head.

"No, let me see you," he demanded, and the pure want in his voice went straight between your legs. His eyes raked over you like hot coals, the heat in them bringing a pretty flush to your cheeks.

"God you're so beautiful," Jungkook whispered reverently before descending again to devour you. You moaned into his mouth, wrists straining half-heartedly against his grip, and he took the opportunity to part your soft lips with his tongue. He licked into your mouth in hot strokes, and your thighs tightened around his hips in an effort to bring him closer. The whine you let out as his cock rubbed you through your shorts made him even harder, and he broke away from your mouth to trail wet kisses down your jaw and your neck. This time, he went past your collarbone to suck bruises that bloomed red and purple on the skin of your chest.

"Jungkook," you moaned breathily, trying to control yourself despite how good he was making you feel. The way he was pinning you down so easily despite how shy he had acted at the beginning was doing a number on you.

He paused to give you a boyish grin at complete odds with the way he was making your pussy clench, before dipping his head to roll your pert nipple around his tongue. Then he sucked hard and you keened, arching into the warm wetness of his mouth.

"Fuck, touch me please," you begged, desperate to feel his hands on you. His eyes darkened further and that innocent grin turned wicked.

"Anything for you, baby," he promised, and the pet name turned you on even more. He released your hands to explore your soft curves, and yours immediately went to the buttons of his adorable but currently unappreciated cookie monster onesie.

You were able to make quick work of them despite the distracting way he was nipping your neck and pinching your nipples, and you forced him backwards so you could shove the upper part of his costume off his frame.

"Oh, fuck you," you groaned when you got a full blast of his glorious body. Jungkook smirked as you ogled his abs, no trace of that stumbling boy left in his dark eyes.

"I mean, if that's what you want," he teased, preening under your gaze. You wanted to roll your eyes, but they were still glued to the hard ridges of muscle on prominent display.

"Shut up and take this off," you grumbled, shoving his onesie further down his waist. "It's tickling me."

Jungkook grinned impishly at you before obeying, and when he kicked his costume to some random corner of his room you sighed in a mixture of arousal and despair at the way his muscular thighs flexed. He was just so perfect, and by the size of the bulge straining against his boxer briefs he was going to be just as perfect there too.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him back down to smash his lips against yours again, not particularly caring that this kiss was much sloppier than prior. By the way Jungkook groaned against your mouth when your tongue skimmed his, neither did he.

It was even headier now, with his toned chest pressed flush against your breasts. You ground your hips against his with a breathy whine, raking your nails lightly down his back. When you squeezed his ass - yes, it was just as firm as you'd hoped - he bucked forward, driving his cock harder against you. You briefly wondered if you were soaking him through your shorts, then decided you didn't care.

When you began to wiggle out of your shorts, shy Jungkook made his appearance again. He pulled back, eyes wide, though he couldn't stop himself from licking his lips.

"A-are you sure? I was just… kidding," he said, as if you couldn't see his dick leaking through his boxers and you weren't half naked on his bed and begging for his touch. It was cute, but this sweet Jungkook wasn't what you wanted right now. So you pouted and began to push yourself off the bed.

"Fine, then I'll go see if Taehy-oof!"

Your gamble was rewarded as you were immediately forced back onto the bed, Jungkook's hard eyes blazing above you.

"I said you're mine," he growled, giving your nipple a hard pinch. You yelped at the mixture of pain and pleasure, and felt yourself grow impossibly wetter at the edge in his tone. You threaded your hands in his hair to bring him down for a kiss, but he paused, lips hovering over yours. "You're mine, right?"

Despite the aggressiveness of his actions, there was a hint of pleading in his tone, and you couldn't help but smile as your heart fluttered.

"Only if you're mine too," you replied, making his eyes light up. Jungkook had been yours since you had delivered that knock out punch to his nose heart. He closed the distance eagerly, and you lost yourself again in the heat of his lips and tongue. When one of his hands found its way between your legs, he groaned at how damp you were even through layers of cloth.

"Yours," you murmured, rubbing against his hand shamelessly. His eyes flashed and before you could process what was happening, your shorts and underwear were ripped off and you were bare beneath him aside from the robe halfway off your shoulders. His hand went back and you moaned as his fingers dragged along your wet folds before changing course to start rubbing light circles on your clit.

"You're so sexy," Jungkook groaned against your mouth as you bucked your hips forward, chasing the friction. He pressed his middle finger into you, and the sound that you made was almost enough to make him explode then and there. You were so hot and wet and tight around him already, and if you felt this good around a finger he couldn't wait to feel you around his dick.

You licked sloppily into his mouth, rutting against his hand as he pumped his finger in and out of you and swallowed your whimpers. When he added a second finger your breath caught in your throat, nails digging into the skin of his back.

"J-Jungkook," you gasped when he began grinding the heel of his palm against your clit while rubbing his fingers against your walls. He was working you up embarrassingly quickly, and when your orgasm hit it almost took you by surprise. Your body went rigid as waves of pleasure shuddered through you, and Jungkook hissed and pressed wet kisses all over your neck, working you through your high as your walls spasmed around his fingers.

"Wow," was all you managed when you came back to reality. It was partially due to the orgasm, but mostly caused by the beauty of Jungkook's flushed face and disheveled hair hovering above you as his hungry eyes drank you in. You tugged him towards you by his hair and kissed him hard for a moment before pushing him back a little and giving him your best seductress eyes.

"Fuck me now, please," you said sweetly, in a husky voice you were surprised came from you. Jungkook's eyes somehow went even darker and he almost dove to the side of his bed to open his nightstand, retrieving a condom he ripped open in record time. You giggled a little at his eagerness. Until he kicked his boxers off. Dicks were always objectively funny looking even at the best of times. So why did his make your mouth water?

"Is there anything about you that isn't sexy?" you said in a half grumble, making him laugh as he rolled the latex over his tantalizing length. He hovered over you, one hand by your head and another on his cock as he lined himself up, and you reached up to thread your fingers through his silky hair. He smiled down at you, eyes bright. Then he rubbed his tip against your folds and you moaned, tightening your grip.

"If it makes you feel better, everything about you is sexy too," he breathed, eyes filled with a mixture of adoration and lust as his lips fell to capture yours. All you could do was gasp against his mouth as he began to press his cock past your aching folds. Despite how wet you were, it was still a slow, excruciatingly delicious stretch, and he cursed, hips stuttering against yours.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, thrusting lightly in and out to coat himself further in your wetness. The feeling was definitely mutual, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him to go deeper. When he bottomed out, you both stilled for a moment to get your bearings, though he wasn't sure how much good it did him with you quivering beneath him and your walls hugging him so tightly.

"Please move," you finally whimpered when you couldn't take it anymore, giving a little buck of your hips that had Jungkook hissing. His lips crushed yours again as he began giving slow, measured, pumps that had you arching your chest against his hard pecs. He was glad he'd made you cum once because he didn't really think he was going to be able to last very long. Though that didn't mean he wasn't going to try again.

So when he angled his hips a certain way and you cried out and clenched around him, he maintained that position despite the way his thighs protested. He kept one hand on your waist, locking you in place, and brought his other to rub his thumb lightly against your clit.

"Oh fuuuuck," you groaned, head falling backwards Jungkook worked his magic on you. You were usually content if you could get on top and rub one out with a guy during sex, but this boy seemed determined to ruin you for anyone else and the worst part was that you wanted him to. He was hitting all the right spots and doing all the right things as if you'd been having sex for years, and between the thick drag of his cock and the attention he was giving your clit, you were hurtling towards the edge a second time.

"God, do that again," Jungkook groaned, and you hazily wondered what he was talking about, unable to think past the delicious way he was pounding into you. You didn't realize you were pulling his hair, and when the coil inside you snapped again you gave another hard tug with a desperate whine.

He fucked you through your second high, shuddering at the way your already snug walls squeezed him like a vice. The sounds he was forcing out of your throat were too much, and he felt himself starting to lose it.

"Fuck, [y/n], I'm gonna cum," he cursed, pace growing uneven even as his thrusts became harder and deeper. To his shock, panic, and disappointment, you pushed him off of you and onto his back. Then you ripped off the condom and engulfed him in the confines of your greedy mouth and he gasped, hips stuttering against you.

"Fuckfuckfuck," he choked, spilling himself down your perfect throat as you swallowed around him. Even after he was done, you kept swirling your tongue around his length as he moaned and let his head fall back against his sheets. You gave a little suck that had him whine and thrust against you despite the oversensitivity before you pulled back, looking way too innocent and cheerful for what you had just done.

"Taehyung was right, your cream's pretty good," you said with a wink, and he felt his entire neck and face go red.

"Oh my god," he complained, tackling you back down onto the bed and holding you against his chest as you giggled and wrapped your arms around him. The two of you lay there, snuggling and enjoying the post-coital haze.

"Jungkook?"

"Hm?" he asked a little sleepily, opening his eyes and blushing at the cute way you were looking up at him.

"Did you mean it?" You looked sheepish, and he woke up a little more.

"Mean what?" he asked in confusion, and you flushed, looking uncertain. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek, trying to reassure you even if he wasn't exactly sure what he was reassuring you about.

"Um… about me being yours. And you being mine," you mumbled shyly, avoiding his eyes. He felt his heart swell at the pink rising on your face, and he couldn't keep the stupid lovestruck smile off his face.

"Of course I did," he replied, holding you tighter and smushing your face into his chest. "You're my girlfriend now, you can't escape." Your muffled laugh was music to his ears, and you hugged him back just as hard until you finally pulled away, complaining you couldn't breathe.

"Okay, boyfriend," you said, eyes sparkling happily. He was elated that he had been the one to put that expression on your face. He was less elated when you began to clamber out of bed after kissing him on the nose.

"Nooo, stay here," he pouted, then tried to pose on the bed in an enticing manner.

"I want to, I really do," you told him ruefully as you blatantly eyed his abs. "But I can't just straight up ditch Mijin when I begged her to come with me."

"Oh yes, the maid of honor," Jungkook said with a nod, mollified by how disappointed you actually sounded. You looked confused for a moment before your attention was drawn by your robe.

"Ah shit, the tape isn't sticky anymore," you grumbled as you futilely slapped the fabric against your chest. Jungkook was momentarily mesmerized by the way it made your breasts jiggle before shaking himself out of his daze.

"I'll wear it, and you can wear mine," he suggested eagerly. It wasn't quite the same as seeing you in his clothes or anything, but it was close. You shrugged in agreement, slipping off the robe - which should not have been as arousing as it was when you were already basically naked - and tossing it towards him as you padded around the room to grab your shorts and the onesie. Jungkook stared at your ass for several enjoyable seconds before going to his dresser to grab some basketball shorts.

"This is… kinda big."

He turned around and felt himself torn between laughing and melting into the floor. You had put on the cookie monster onesie, which was sized for him, and were almost drowning in it. You had rolled up both the sleeves and the legs multiple times and yet it still looked hilariously large on your smaller frame.

"You look perfect," Jungkook promised, making your face flush that pretty pink again. Though you frowned when you looked at Jungkook, who was now wearing basketball shorts and your boxing robe. "What's wrong?"

"I… don't know if I want people seeing how hot you are…" you grumbled, eyes glued to his six-pack. Jungkook's heart fluttered when he realized you were jealous, and he grinned at your adorable pout. He strode up to you, enjoying the way you licked your lips when he cupped your face.

"How do you think I felt seeing Taehyung all over you?" he demanded, making your eyes widen before he bent down to capture your lips. Feeling you melt against him was enough to rile him up all over again, but when his hands began to wander you pushed him back a little.

"Fair enough," you replied breathlessly, sounding incredibly reluctant but firm. "Let's go."

You resolutely marched to his door and pulled it open, only to run into a very irate, very drunk cookie.

"Uh…" you began awkwardly, not exactly sure what this chick was doing here.

"Jungkookie, who is she?" the cookie wailed, pointing at you with a venomous glare. You would've felt more worried had Jungkook not looked so done with his life. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"This is my girlfriend, [y/n]," he said, shooting her point blank with the truth. By the way she reeled backwards, it might as well have been a real bullet. Jungkook took the opportunity to usher you past her, lock his door, then take your hand and tug you to the living. You were impressed at the speed in which he had done everything, and wondered just how many quick escapes he had to make from that girl.

"Nice costume."

You turned to see Mijin, Taehyung, and Jimin smirking at the two of you. A fourth extremely beautiful man had wandered somewhere near the vicinity and brightened when he saw you. Despite the pig nose and the blanket he was wrapped up in, he was still impossibly tall and handsome and broad. This had to be the last super hot guy in Jungkook's friend group, right? It was just impossible for there to be more.

"Oh! Are you Jungkook's mystery punching girl?" he asked cheerfully, seeing you with Jungkook. You blushed at the descriptor, and Mijin chimed in before you could.

"I'm Mijin," said your friend as she shook his hand, utterly unfazed by his weirdness. Well, he was a fucking dime so you supposed you couldn't blame her. The man beamed, making his eyes sparkle.

"Yep. It was love at first fight," she said with a grin, and you rolled your eyes at the terrible pun. To your surprise, the new guy's jaw dropped and he stared at your friend in wonder. Then he elbowed Jimin away from her and held out his hand with a charming smile.

"Then it's meant to be, because me Jin!" he said proudly, pointing at his wide chest and ignoring the way Taehyung facepalmed beside him. Meej chortled, giving his costume a very obvious once-over as Jin snickered at his questionable wit.

"Are you a pig in a blanket?" she asked, clearly vibing with her very handsome, very lame suitor.

"Holy cow! You got it!" Jin said cornily, and you heard Jungkook groan at the guy's terrible joke - considering Mijin's costume was exactly that. A cow with a halo. Unlike the rest of you - including a now pouting Jimin - your friend smiled widely.

"Yeah, can you believe [y/n] told me my costume was lame?" she asked indignantly, making Jin gasp in affront.

"They tried to say the same thing about mine!" he complained in commiseration, and the two of them cast peevish looks at the rest of you. You and Jungkook made eye contact and despite the short time in which you had known each other, you knew exactly what he was thinking. What the fuck is happening?

"Uh… we're gonna get drinks…" said Jungkook slowly, backing away from the two farmyard animals. He took your hand again and the two of you fled the scene, once again almost trampling a bawling Dina.

"That's just the way the cookie crumbles," you heard Mijin remark from behind you. All you heard after that was a weird squeaking, as if someone needed to replace their windshield wipers.

"Jungkook, is it weird to say that those two together scared me more than that maze?" you whispered loudly as he handed you a beer. He shook his head and stared behind him, shuddering.

"To never being that fucking corny," he pledged, holding his own bottle out. You nodded and clinked yours against his and took a much needed gulp. Then, unable to resist, you leaned in to kiss him. It ended up lasting much longer than you had intended, and when you pulled away he had a dreamy smile on his face. "I guess it'll be nice if the best man and the maid of honor are together though."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

Jungkook distracted you with another mind-melting kiss, and by the time he released your lips, your legs were jelly. He noticed the way you were clinging to him and grinned that sweet smile at you before easily picking you up and setting your butt on the counter.

"Better?" he asked, nestling himself between his legs and tilting his head up to look at you upside-down. You giggled and leaned down to give him a peck, then stroked through his hair with your free hand. The two of you watched the party from the relatively quiet confines of the kitchen, where Meej and Jin where getting increasingly close and Jimin was now attempting to avoid the advances of a sad cookie while Taehyung laughed his ass off on the sidelines. It was odd how easily things had come together when you were the last person who would ever willingly enter a haunted corn maze.

Jungkook snuggled his head under your chin and you smiled, wrapping your arms around him and letting your hands rest on his bare sides. Who would have thought getting lured out of the house by the promise of donuts would lead to so much more? You knew Mijin would use this as an excuse to drag you out to more activities, but when Jungkook nuzzled your shoulder you found yourself more excited than chagrined. Fall might be ending, but your time with him was just beginning.

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#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts jungkook smut #autumnleavescollab

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y0urm4m · 6 days

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My kind of man.

(Based of this song but instead of a Matt Pov it’s a reader pov but when writing I almost immediately thought of this song)

Warnings/description: mentions of sexual interactions, Angst to fluff 🤷‍♀️. (Sorry for the no smut this time 😪)

Writing comp: @bratzforchris @nicksbestie

Word count: 2,010

Story elements tried to use/used: angst,fluff, Friends with benefits,home.

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I sighed staring down at my phone, 3 notifications from Matt.

We had always been friends and nothing more but recently things had taken a turn. We had decided to be friends with benefits, ‘no strings attached’ were his exact words.

The first few months were fine, we’d meet up, either go out or stay at home and at the end of the day we’d find ourselves out of breath, tangled in one another’s bedsheets. I couldn’t help but admit I always had a thing for Matt, I just could never find the confidence to tell him. It was sad to admit but I was scared of how he’d react.

I decided to talk to Kiara for advice, she had been my friend since before I could walk, I just hoped she was able to help. Unfortunately, she sighed pulling me in for a hug. “I’m only trying to help but from what you’re saying, it seems to me that it’s not just ‘no strings attached’. I can tell by the way your face lights up at Matt’s messages or when he knocks to pick you up, that must mean you feel like there’s a genuine connection.” As the words left her mouth, a few tears fell. “I hate how emotions always get the better of me.” I sobbed into her shoulder. “I know you do, I hate seeing you upset. I just want to help.” Kiara sighed softly, hugging me tighter. The rest of the day I couldn’t even bear answering his messages without bawling my eyes out.

That was the day i stopped doubting my feelings for Matt but I couldn’t relate when thinking about how he felt.

My attention was brought back to my phone buzzing, of course it was Matt. I answered the phone. “Good morning Mathew.” I huffed. “Morning, what you doing today?” He asked. “Literally nothing, why?” I replied, looking at my self in my bathroom mirror. “You want me to come pick you up?” He said. “Sure, give me at least ten minutes to get dressed.” I sighed, brushing my hand through my hair. I looked like death. “Y’know you don’t have to worry about clothes with me, they’ll just end up creased on the floor.” He joked. “I’ll see you in 10 Matt.” I replied ending the phone, taking a deep breath.

— I finished brushing my hair when I heard my door open. “Hey do y- you’re going to Matt’s again?” She muttered, closing my door behind her. I nodded. “I’m sorry ki.” I said, turning to look at her. “No need to apologise but you really need to talk to him about how you’re feeling. You tell me your happy but I know you’re not.” She added, rubbing my shoulder. My face dropping at her words. She was right, she was always right. My bottled up thoughts and feelings were making me miserable and driving me crazy.

Just as if Matt had known we were talking about him, my phone started ringing. “Right I need to go, I promise I’ll text you when I’m there.” I said, hugging her before beginning to walk downstairs. “Hey y/n, please talk to him.” She whisper-spoke, giving me a small reassuring smile. I nodded, rushing out the door so I wasn’t leaving him waiting.

— The car ride was silent apart from a little small talk here and there and the dreaded feeling that was in my stomach. I felt Matt’s hand move from the gear stick, toward my upper thigh. “You okay?” He asked, looking at me slightly before looking back towards the road. I gulped, trying to stop the feeling of the lump forming in my throat and nodded looking down at my finger nails that I had bitten the night prior.

After what had felt like an eternity, we had made it to Matt’s. I slipped out of the car door, walking straight through the front door as Matt also entered the house. I felt his arms slither around my waist as he placed his head in the crook of my neck leaving small kisses on my neck. He mumbled something incoherent. “What did you say?” I asked, pulling away to slightly glancing at him. “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled pulling my face towards his, our lips inches away from each other. I could feel his hot breath on my upper lip as the gap between us closed. At first it was just a soft peck but eventually it became a rough and passionate kiss, one of his hands made there way back towards my waist the other finding comfort in resting on the top of my bum. He pulled away places soft kisses down my face and up my neck as he whispered. “Should we take this upstairs.” Before returning his lips to mine.

Kiara’s words from earlier began playing on replay in my head. ‘You really need to talk to him about how you’re feeling.’ I immediately pulled away, Matt’s face shone with concern. “Are you sure you are okay?” He asked, looking down at me. “Uh- yeah I think I just need some more sleep or something.” I replied, rubbing my hand over my face, trying to play of the fact I could’ve bursted into tears if he asked if I was okay one more time. “Oh do you want to take a nap?” He said, running his hand through the back of my hair. “No it’s fine, I’m just going to use the bathroom quickly.” I said, ushering myself over towards the bathroom.

I couldn’t even tell him I’ve been having a bad day let alone a bad month, all because I just can’t seem to talk to him as I never planned on ‘catching feelings’. I pulled out my phone, messaging Kiara. She told me to stop doubting myself and just tell him. I looked in the mirror, recollecting my thoughts before walking back out the bathroom to be greeted by a confused Matt.

“Matt can we have a sit down and talk, like a proper conversation?” I asked, sitting down at his kitchen counter. “What about?” He asked, following me to the kitchen like a lost sheep. “Just sit.” I sighed, rubbing my hand on my thighs to calm my nerves. Once he had finally sat down I began speaking, the only other thing that could be heard was the sound of the rain hitting the ground outside. “I know this is all of a sudden and I’m sorry but I just can’t live with the pressure of not saying anything and I know we said no strings attached but this past month has been killing me and I just really needed to speak to you.” I ranted on, watching his smile drop. “I- uh- I don’t get your point. I’m sorry” He sighed, brushing his hand through his own hair. “You don’t need to understand Matt but I need to get this off my chest.” I said, taking a deep breath to try and stop myself from crying. I looked up at Matt, his face stayed straight with no emotion which made me bite my lip doubtfully.

Maybe this was a bad idea, I should have just stayed home.

I stood up from my seat. “Y’know don’t worry about it Matt I’m just going to leave and I’ll make my own way home so don’t worry.” I sniffled, trying to fight back the tears forming in my water line. “Wait why are you going.” He shouted following me. “Doesn’t matter. Please just leave me alone.” I said softly and with that I walked straight out the door.

The current rain immediately got me soaked and cold. I’m so embarrassed, I wish my feelings just wouldn’t get the better of me. The tears I had tried so hard to keep in eventually fell as I sobbed, walking a few meters down the street before looking down at my phone.

My teeth chattered as I unlocked my phone calling Kiara. “Kiara.” I said, looking at my phone screen. “Y/n are you outside in the rain, what happened?” She asked, clearly confused and concerned. “I tried to talk to him but I couldn’t bear hearing his reply so I walked out.” I replied, as my breathing became shaky and the tears fell once again. “Y/n I’m coming to pick you up, I’ll stay on the phone but try to stay out the rain so you don’t get a cold.” She said, as the sound of her rushing around filled my ears. “Okay.” I said, sniffling. “Right I’m going to leave now, do you want me to stay on the phone?” She asked, as I heard the door slam behind her. “If you wa-.” I began speaking but someone shouting my name caught my attention.

“Wait up!” Matt shouted, running towards me himself also getting drenched. My body trembling even more from the feeling of my cold, wet t-shirt and my damp hair sticking to my skin. “What do you want Matt?” I choked out, ending the phone and telling kiara I’d talk to her later. He looked down at me, pulling off his jumper passing it to me. “I don’t want your jumper, you’ve made it pretty clear of your intentions so leave me alone.” I spat, shoving the jumper into his arms. “C’mon y/n don’t be like that.” Matt spoke softly. “Matt i really don’t want to talk right now, I’ve already said too much.” I sighed, closing my eyes for a second. “Please just put on the jumper and let me speak.” He pleaded, passing the jumper back to me. “I’ll take the jumper then but I’m not interested in what you have to say.” I huffed, pulling his jumper over my head and on.

“Y/n just listen, I never wanted it to be this way if you had told me how you felt months ago I would have asked you properly.” He sighed. “Get to the point Matt.” I rolled my eyes, shoving my phone in my pocket and crossing my arms. “Y/n I wished you’d realise how much you mean to me, I love you.” He said, as I took a sharp inhale as the last words left his mouth. “Wh-what.” I said, finally looking up at him for the first time since he’d ran after me. The whole world stopping as I took time to reassess the what he had just said.

“I- I love you.” He sighed, running his hand through my hair. “I uh-.” I began speaking but before I could finished my sentence, I felt his lips smash into mine. “I really do love you.” He whispered into the kiss. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, his finding their way around my waist. The smell of a mixture of his cologne and the rain filled my nose as my heart skipped a beat, we had kissed many times before but this time it felt different. It felt genuine. It was as if the world around us had disintegrated, leaving just me and Matt.

I pushed my hand through his now wet hair as he pulled back, the feeling of his lips on mine disappearing. “I want to start over, not just a silly situantionship. I want an actual relationship with you, we can learn from each other and our past mistakes but only if you’d like to.” He said, putting his hands in mine. “I’d love to.” I smiled, nodding my head. The dull, dreaded feeling I had felt the past month had washed away as the rain poured. “Let’s go inside, can’t have you getting a cold.” He said, giving my head a quick, light and cold kiss as we walked back towards his house hand in hand. “I love you Matt.” I said looking to the side, up at him. “I know you do.” He chuckled, looking down at me.

I had Matt and he had me. He was all I could have asked for. It was a genuine connection. It really was love.

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A/n: honestly don’t know how to feel about this one as it was super short but I hope you all liked it and enjoyed reading — hugs and kisses Gracie 💋

Tag list: @junnniiieee07 @patscorner @mattyb4dominicans @watercolorskyy @brooklynn0103 @imwetforyourmom

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golbrocklovely · 2 years

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careful what you wish for: halloween special // sam golbach

A/N: i've been asked countless times over for a sequel to the sequel and so... here's what i got for you: choose your own adventure ! will you choose vampire!sam or demon!colby? or maybe you'll indulge yourself with both fics. either way, your night is gonna be very busy ;) happy halloween ! hope you enjoy.

prompt: it's been a while since you last saw the boys, and sam has made it known that he wants you all to himself tonight. || vampire!sam x reader

trigger warning: SO. MUCH. SMUT, knifeplay, bloodplay, drinking blood (from both parties), oh yeah... we're going there, lots of vampire biting, supernatural powers, some forcing thru said powers so be mindful of that, oral (for and from both parties), unprotected sex, check-ins, mentions of: babygirl, whore, slut, cumdump, cursing, sam is very aggressive and crazy about you, also... colby's dead but like... not really lol

word count: 2705

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It had been quite some time since you last saw Sam and Colby. They tended to appear in your life like a fire, setting your whole body and life ablaze; but then disappear like smoke. It was confusing but thrilling all at the same time. The hatred you once had for them had now been stifled by the immense amount of lust you felt for them.

They showed up whenever they wanted to, even if you had been begging for them to appear prior. But, they always had a way of letting you know they were close. Recently, Sam had started leaving notes all around your house. The first one was sort of sweet, a ‘I'm thinking of you’ type of message. The next one was a bit more concerning... ‘I love to watch you.’

Colby was right about one thing: Sam was a bit of a freak.

But the one that couldn't leave your mind? ‘I can't wait to taste you again. I'm going to have you all to myself.’

And knowing Sam, this message had multiple meanings.

On a quiet fall night, Halloween to be exact, the boys came to your house. It was abrupt, but you were excited nonetheless to see them.

Colby smirked as you answered the door. “Trick-or-treat, princess.”

“Have you missed us?” Sam asked playfully.

You rolled your eyes as the boys forced their way in. “Of course. What else am I supposed to do to pass the time than miss you guys?”

“Oooh, she's feeling sassy tonight,” Colby whistled, then his tone shifted. “God, I can't wait to take you in every part of your house.”

“I don't think that's gonna happen tonight, Colby.” Sam stated.

Colby raised an eyebrow at Sam, "Why?"

In a split second, Sam's hands wrapped around Colby's neck, snapping it with a loud crack. Colby's lifeless body dropped hard to the ground.

You shrieked. “Oh my God! Did you just kill him?”

“No. He's fine. He's a demon for Christ's sake. He's immortal. He's just...” Sam pursed his lips, trying to find the right words. “Out, for the time being.”

Your eyes couldn't remove themselves from Colby's still body. It made your heart race, with fear and arousal, that Sam could easily do something like that. How powerful he was.

He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso, "I told you; I wanted you all to myself. And now, I get to have you."

He pulled you into the kitchen, not too far away from Colby's dead body, and pushed you against the counter.

“Do you want to know something, baby?” He asked.

“What?” You responded, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“On Halloween.... my powers are crazy strong.” He confessed.

You cocked your head. “Really?”

“Yeah. But not only that, my blood.... why don't you have a taste?” Sam grabbed a knife from your block of knives, pushing the tip lightly against his neck and slicing his skin open. Blood slid down his neck, his shirt soaking it up immediately.

You hesitated, side-eying him. “Uh... I don't know.”

Sam cut you short. “Oh sweetheart, I insist.”

You shook your head. “I don't really-”

His voice turned monotone, but commanding. “Drink me.”

You felt your mouth latch onto Sam's cut instantly, not a second thought crossing your mind. For a split second, you were uncomfortable with his blood pouring into your mouth, but the moment you tasted it.... it set your whole body on fire.

You moaned into his neck, drinking more and more of his blood. It felt like liquid ecstasy. Every one of your senses heightened the more you drank. Goosebumps rose across your body, and you felt like you were on cloud nine.

“Enough, baby girl.” Sam spoke.

You pulled your mouth away, but you wanted to continue drinking from him. It was so addictive.

“How do you feel?” He questioned slyly.

You inhaled happily, “So... fucking good. Fuck, I feel high but in the best way.”

He smiled. “Well, you deserve it. Plus, it's gonna make everything I do to you tonight so much better.”

His words affected you deeply. You could already feel your panties dampening. It must have been from his blood, but everything about him in this moment was turning you on, exciting you.

“But first...” Sam continued. “Tit for tat, Y/N.”

You were a bit confused, lost in your own thoughts. But suddenly, Sam's eyes turned red, his fangs sliding out. He bit into your neck a second later, groaning against you. You gasped, your body relaxing against his hold and the counter. You already felt lightheaded and him drinking your blood made it even harder to think. He grinded his hips against yours as he drank from you. You could already feel his bulge against you, pleasure surging up your body from the sensation. You pressed your hips harder into his, needing some form of relief. You clawed at his shoulders, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Sam yanked his head away, licking your blood off his lips. "Fuck me. You taste divine, baby girl."

You could barely string together a thought. All you could manage to say was "Please.... I need you."

“Hmmm, is that so? Are you aching for me?” He teased.

You nodded your head, “Yesssss.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He inquired, biting his lip.

You squeezed your thighs together, “Yeah, I do.”

His stare intensified as his eyes met yours, “Is your clit desperate for my tongue?”

You whined, almost speechless. "Sam..."

“Okay, okay. If you insist.” He chucked darkly.

Sam grabbed the knife from before, pressing it against the top of your shirt. "Don't move, okay? Wouldn't want you getting hurt..."

He pushed the knife in with such precision, you could feel it tickle your skin but never cut it. You held your breath, not sure what he was doing. But suddenly he slid the knife down your body; your shirt cutting in half. You could feel the fabric rip against your skin hastily, and your breath hitched.

"There we go," Sam pulled what was left of your shirt off, leaving you completely naked from the waist up. "Now... these little shorts."

The tip of the knife pressed into your hip bone, your body trembling in anticipation. Even though you should be scared, you couldn't help feeling so aroused.

"Don't worry, baby. I got you. I would never hurt you," Sam whispered huskily into your ear. He moved the knife in one swift motion, and your shorts fell off your body. "See?"

Sam placed the knife back on the counter, cupping your hips tenderly. "Now these panties? I think... I'll just take them off with my teeth."

His fangs slid out once more. You kept eye contact with him as he dropped to his knees effortlessly. Then he pressed his lips lightly against the top of your panties, trailing kisses across your skin. Feeling his mouth so close to your sex made your clit throb. Your head lulled, your back arching. Sam bit into the band of your underwear, pulling them down expertly. You pushed them off as they fell to the floor. He smirked, his eyes landing on your dripping sex.

Before you could even plead for him to move, his mouth was already on you. His tongue lapped at your hole, darting in and out. You thrusted against him, gripping the counter tightly. It must have been his blood making you feel like you were already about to come because it had never taken such little action to make you so close so fast.

You shuddered, “Holy shit, Sam! God, you feel so fucking goooood!”

“That's right, Y/N. Fuck my tongue like the slut you are. Go crazy for me.” He laughed mischievously.

And you did just as he said. You bucked your hips with wanton, your moans echoing off the walls of your kitchen. You could feel Sam's hand reach up, his fingers rubbing your clit lazily. The added pressure made your thighs shake. You felt electricity shoot through your whole body as your orgasm began to build.

You desired more, “Oh my God, Sam! Pleaseeee, rub me harder.”

“Is that what my little whore wants?” He jeered.

Your pussy reacted to the name, clenching, “Yesss.”

He grinned evilly. “Then beg me for it.”

You wailed, knees shaking from the pressure on your clit. “Sam, please. I need it so bad! Fuck!”

“I don't know...” He tsked. “Do you really deserve it?”

You weren't sure why, but you couldn't handle his playful banter tonight. You needed to come so. fucking. badly. You glanced at the knife, and before you could even stop yourself, you grabbed it and placed it against his neck.

He froze as you hissed down at him. “Rub. My. Clit.”

Sam’s eyes went red at your command, his fangs popping out. He growled darkly, "Oh FUCK yeah baby girl!"

He latched onto your clit, his mouth wildly fucking your cunt. You tossed the knife back on the counter, desperately panting as heat pooled in your belly. Sam glided two fingers deep into you, fucking you hastily. He raised one leg onto his shoulder, your pleasure growing more from the new angle. You could feel yourself edging, Sam rubbing your clit faster and faster.

“Come as I drink your blood.”

He sunk his teeth into your thigh, and your body exploded in ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense that your legs gave out on you, but Sam was able to keep you from falling over. He gripped your hip with one hand, pressing you into the counter. Your hips moved on their own, fucking his fingers until finally slowing down. Sam removed his teeth from your thigh with a soft moan.

He exhaled, looking up at you. “How's my baby girl? You doing okay?”

“I'm... so good. I think I can stand on my own now.” You sighed deeply.

He slid his hand off you and removed his fingers from your sex gently. He stood up, pressing his body into yours.

Sam rubbed your arms softly, “You know, you threatening me with that knife was very hot.”

“I don't know where that came from.” You blushed, embarrassed.

He answered, “My blood, most likely. It brings out the animalistic side of anyone that drinks it.”

“Oh... good to know.” You giggled.

He cleared his throat, his eyes landing on yours. “Well, now that you got to use me for your pleasure...”

“Tit for tat?” You guessed.

He hummed, a mischievous glimmer in his eye, "Exactly."

Sam spun you around, bending you over against the counter. You gasped at the speed, hearing him rip his clothes off in one swift motion. Then, he suddenly lined himself up with your entrance, his cock already dripping with precum.

“I'm taking everything I need from you, Y/N. You're mine.” Sam snapped.

He plunged himself deep inside of you, a loud groan falling from his lips. Your pussy clenched around him, your back arching. “You are such a little whore for me, aren't you Y/N? No point in denying it. You took me so easily; you needed me so badly.”

You nodded your head, unable to form words as he passionately thrusted. Your body shook against the counter with each of his thrusts, your hands grabbing onto anything you could just to hold on.

Sam’s groans were unrestrained. “God, baby girl, you're such a slut. Look at you, taking my cock so well.”

“Mmmm, you make me feel so good, Sam.” You purred.

“Better than Colby. Say it. Say I'm better than him.” He demanded.

You bit your lip, agreeing with Sam. “You are better than Colby.”

He chuckled, “That's right. He can't make you feel like this, can he?”

You shuddered against him, his cock hitting something deep inside you, making it hard to breathe. "Yessss, fuck. Yes, Sam."

Sam clutched your hips tightly, pounding into you quickly. His hand slithered into your hair, yanking your head back as he pulled. The sensation was electrifying, your pussy quivering. You could feel the buildup of your orgasm rising again.

“My whore. My slut. My good girl. You're not allowed to be anyone else's. Only mine!” Sam dictated.

You panted, “Yes Sam! Only yours! Fuck, please go faster.”

His thrusts sped up, ravaging your cunt. The hand in your hair slid back down your body, spanking your ass once. You gasped, and before you could say anything else, his fingers moved to your clit, massaging carelessly.

“Oh my God! Please touch me more!” You screeched.

“Do you deserve it? Do you deserve to come again?” He asked, slowing down his movements.

You rubbed yourself against his hand, needing any friction you could get. “Yes! Please!”

He held you still for just a moment, “Are you gonna be my good girl?”

You mewled, begging for him, “Yes! Yes, I'll be your good girl!”

He pressed his fingers harder against your clit. The added pressure made your knees buckle, your pussy leaking in pleasure.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come Sam!” You whimpered loudly.

“I'm right there too, baby girl. Come for me. Do it!” He ordered harshly.

Your pussy spasmed around Sam's cock, your juices leaking down your thighs as his cum filled you up. You bucked wildly against him, moaning wantonly and incoherently. His grunts were loud, his hips smashing into yours a final time before stopping.

You both rested against the counter for a minute or two, catching your breath. Sam suddenly perked up, pulling out of you.

“Get on your knees for me, Y/N. I'm not done with you yet.” He barked.

You turned towards Sam, dropping down to your knees without another thought.

Sam hissed, “I'm gonna fuck your mouth until I come again. I want to fill you up as much as I can tonight.”

His cock pushed towards your lips, and you felt your mouth drop open. You took his cock deeply, sighing at the heavy feeling of it. You bobbed your head, taking him in and out. You could taste yourself on him, making your cunt ache with abandonment.

“You really are gonna be my cumdump tonight,” he laughed cruelly. “I filled up your pussy, and now I'm gonna fill up your mouth.”

You hummed around his member, your tongue swirling up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, your mouth.... no wonder why Colby loves to use it. Jesus, I'm not gonna last long." He snarled, his hips trembling.

You licked the underside of his dick, wrapping your hand around it and jerking him as you did so. He cursed your name, then pulled himself away from your mouth.

He tilted your head up to look at him. Then he whispered huskily, "You're gonna hold your head still, and I'm gonna face fuck you and come down your throat."

You felt your head freeze, your mouth watering at Sam's words. He slid his cock back into your mouth, fucking you harshly. Every thrust into your mouth turned you on and seeing him in pure ecstasy made you wet.

He gritted his teeth, holding the sides of your face, “That's it. Take it, slut. Be my cumdump, take every inch of me. Fuck, I'm so close.”

You stared up at him, your eyes watering as you choked on his member. His eyes landed on yours and you could feel him start to leak more and more onto your tongue.

A guttural groan ripped through Sam, "Take every drop, Y/N. That's it, fuck! I'm coming!"

He buried his cock deep inside you, his cum sliding down your throat and filling you up. Your body vibrated with little bursts of pleasure, almost like mini orgasms shaking through you. You swallowed his load until he pulled himself out. Your mouth leaked with spit and cum, your eyes lulling back with exhaustion.

Sam helped you to your feet, checking on you. "Are you okay, baby?"

You nodded lazily; your body spent from all the pleasure. He held you against him, kissing your cheek sweetly.

You heard a groaning from the other room. You peered over Sam’s shoulder, confused by the noise. Then, Colby slinked into the kitchen, rubbing his neck.

"Bro... not cool." He spat, grimacing.

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midnightfantasiez · 2 months

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Twisted Love | 하나 (chp. 1)

SUMMARY: you were certain that you would never find love nor ever lose your virginity throughout university, that is until a man named Lee Sangyeon came into the picture and offered to become your tutor; in exchange for keeping your grades up, and most importantly, teaching you everything you needed to know about sex. it was all just for fun & games, that is until one of you started to develop feelings for the other.

PAIRING: tutor!Sangyeon x afab!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: frat parties whoopie 🤠, alcohol consumption, Sangyeon is such a flirt dear god, petnames (sweetheart, princess, good girl, baby), reader gets drunk, kissing, oral (reader receiving), Sangyeon's goddamn tongue 😮‍💨, foreplay, cum tasting (Sangyeon forces reader to 😃), size kink, readers loses their virginity to Sangyeon, p in v sex, unprotected sex (be careful irl folks), cursing, multiple orgasms

WORD COUNT: 3,535

A/N: and so the chaos begins 😈 shoutout to both @sungbeam @momhwa-agenda for beta reading this for me!! 💗

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The loud, blaring music was the only thing that resonated within your eardrums as you tried your best to navigate the fraternity house with a glass of Long Island Iced Tea in your hand. It didn’t help that the entire venue was dimly lit and crowded, no matter which corner you tried to escape to.

It was the day right before the new semester started, and your roommate convinced you to join the frat party hosted by the co-ed sorority house just down the block from your apartment. To commemorate both of you finishing up your first year and venturing into the next, your roommate decided it was about time you both stepped out of your comfort zone and had a little fun before hell started the following day.

There was a problem, though: you weren’t much of a party scene type of girl. Sure, you drink a little bit occasionally, but frat parties were definitely out of the question. On the other hand, your roommate often heads down to the local bars every weekend to get wasted and return home during the wee hours of the day. If only you both didn’t have 8 am classes every single day (because, well, being a law student sucked), you were pretty sure that your roommate would’ve gone out every single night if she could.

But it was totally fine with you, though—you are both still good friends, so you often just turn a blind eye to her drinking habits. In fact, sometimes, she was the perfect friend to go to whenever you needed drinking advice; she was the one who broke you out of your shell and ventured into the whole new world of alcohol consumption anyway.

Thanks to her, she managed to drag you out of the house and attend this frat party with her because you promised to spend more time with her after finals were over after turning down multiple of her offers during the previous semester. Now, there was no escape for you since you were free from studies, and your part-time job didn’t really need your assistance until several weeks later; you had no choice but to give in.

You were constantly linking your arms with her wherever you went, staying close to her at all times because, quite frankly, you struggled with social anxiety. But as long as you were close to your roommate, everything would be much more bearable than it was.

However, at some point, you unintentionally slipped your arms off her, and she probably didn’t notice either, as she blended into the crowd of strangers fairly well. Now, you were just standing in the middle of the room, groups of people constantly walking past you. Immediately, you started to panic—the alcohol in your system was also giving you a hard time as you tried your best to look for your friend since you were slowly starting to get tipsy.

But you were determined that you needed to reunite with your roommate no matter what, so you tried your best to push through the crowd with the glass of cocktail in hand, hoping that she hadn’t gone too far away and that you would be able to find her as soon as you could.

That was until you unintentionally bumped into someone, and the alcohol in your system was once again slowly disrupting your senses. As you try your best to squint your eyes and look up to who it is, you are greeted by a somewhat built tall man leaning down to your eye level, trying to start a little conversation with you.

“Hey, are you lost, pretty little thing?”

You were met by a tall black-haired male, about 176cm tall, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand as he began looking at you from top to bottom. Even when you were tipsy, you could clearly examine his well-built body and how good he looked. You had no idea such good-looking students resided in the sorority house.

“O-Oh, yeah…I mean no…I’m supposed to look for my friend…”

“Hmm, what does she look like? Perhaps I could help you find her?”

“Oh no! It’s okay; I can handle it myself—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you began losing your balance. You were about to stumble to the ground until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, preventing you from actually having that impact.

God, this is why you hated alcohol.

“I don’t think you’re in a very good state to go hunting for your friend, sweetheart. Let’s go get some water from the pantry,” the male insisted, and he began guiding you all the way to the kitchen, which wasn’t located too far from where you were standing. He immediately made you sit on one of the chairs surrounding the dining table. He quickly fetched warm water in a glass and handed it to you.

At this point, your subconsciousness was slowly fading away, and you were still holding onto your cocktail, not wanting to let it go. In return, the male himself had to help unwrap your fingers surrounding the glass of alcohol and place it far away from you. Once he did so, he gently placed the glass of water in your hands, guiding you to drink it while you began whining like a baby.

“I don’t wanna~ Give me back my cocktail~” You slurred.

“I’d like to think you’ve had enough alcohol for the night, princess. You’re going to blackout soon if you take another sip of that,” the male replied while he was slowly trying to push your arms down from trying to take the alcoholic beverage located on the dining table.

“Who are you to tell me what to do~ You don’t even know me~” You whined, slowly getting slightly annoyed with everything.

“I am certainly gentlemen enough to step in and stop a stranger from doing something they might regret later on,” he insisted.

“No, no, no! I don’t like it! Give it back to me!” You were starting to raise your voice a little, but it wasn’t loud enough to cause a commotion; well, technically, this was a frat party where loud music was just blasting all over the entire house.

But the male wasn’t going to back off so easily. “Princess, please stop it; you’re not going to last—”

The next thing that happens is you dive into his embrace and seal your lips with his. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and began kissing him messily, devouring the hints of whiskey that were left on his lips. The male himself was initially taken aback; his eyes widened, and he did not know what to do. Yet, you were devouring him hungrily, and you eventually tried slipping your tongue into his mouth, and that was when he knew he was fucked.

In response, he kissed you back aggressively, tilting his head to the side to gain more access to your mouth. And boy, did he enjoy the little hints of cocktail left behind on your lips. If this is what you have always heard about your roommate telling you how making out when you’re drunk looks and feels like, it definitely exceeded your expectations. You were on cloud nine, the tension and lust in the air being all prominent, causing you to crave for more.

Suddenly, your hands slowly creep up on his built chest, touching them as if it were something all brand new to you. How rock solid it felt, and how badly you wanted to lift his shirt actually to feel it bare—

“Sweetheart,” he panted.

“Y-Yeah?” You asked, all while still kissing the male aggressively.

“Do you wanna see what’s underneath?”

“Hell, yes, I fucking do.”

He smirked in between the kisses. “Well then, let’s take this somewhere else, shall we? Somewhere more private and where we will be having loads of fun together.”

You couldn’t remember exactly how you ended up in one of the empty bedrooms upstairs in the sorority house. All you remembered briefly was how he picked you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around him all while he took you upstairs, lips still intact with one another.

The next thing that happened was that you were lying flat on the bed, your pants were completely stripped off from you and tossed on the ground, and the male himself was situated in between your thighs, slowly leaving trails of kisses all the way close to your cunt.

As soon as he reached your underwear, he began rubbing it slowly and gently, causing you to elicit a moan as you arched your back from that sensation. He knew what he was doing, and it felt so good.

“H-Hey…can you…uughh…can you kiss m-my…”

“You want me to eat you out?” Well, that was pretty straightforward.

“Hnngh…yeah…please…” you begged.

“Only if you call my name, sweetheart. It’s Sangyeon.”

“S-Sangyeon…please…”

If only you knew how pretty his name sounded coming out of your mouth, oh god, how badly he wanted to give you whatever you asked for.

“Now that’s a good girl,” he smirked as he pulled your underwear down and tossed it straight towards the ground; the cold air that was hitting your now wet spot suddenly sent a little wave of current down your spine.

As he slowly made his way back to your cunt, he noticed how you were already dripping wet, and he grinned at the sight that was in front of him. Your face was flushed, chest moving up and down heavily, and god, the way you looked so adorable in his eyes—making him want to make you cum as much as he possibly could.

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous right now. I’m going to devour you up so bad and suck you dry, not leaving a single drop of your juices behind.”

With that, he immediately connected his lips to your wet cunt, your moans now much louder and more prominent than before. If you thought his fingers were deadly enough, apparently, he had another wildcard up his sleeves—his tongue.

Your head was spinning as his tongue throbbed in and out of your cunt, picking up his pace gradually, where he decided to yank you slightly closer to his mouth, causing him to penetrate his tongue deeper into you. Your hands gripped the sheets of the bed tightly, and naturally, you arched your hips up in hopes of wanting him to eat you out more.

“Hnngh, Sangyeon! I-I’m going to cum!!”

You were pretty sure that he heard that because the next thing that happened, he quickened his pace, and within seconds, your liquids came gushing out from you, and that didn’t stop him from licking every single drop.

As you slowly came down from your high, he was gently kissing all of your sensitive areas around your bud before lifting his face to move up towards you; now, both faces were just merely inches apart.

“Taste your own cum, baby. Tell me how it is,” he mentioned quickly before diving down, locking his lips with yours, his thumb pulling your chin down slightly to ensure you have gotten every single drop left on his lips.

Once he pulled away so that you both could breathe deeply, he gently caressed your face before asking the question.

“How does it taste, princess? Did I do a good job?”

“Y-Yes…It tastes so good…”

Instantly, a smile plastered across his face, and he leaned down for another peck on your lips. “Is there anything else I could do to pleasure you this evening, princess?”

There was something that you have always wanted to do from the back of your mind, but you have always been afraid to try it out. Ever since you entered college, you have always felt pressure around you when most of your friends have told you how they have already lost their virginity, making you feel like you’re still a little child waiting for your parents to get you your favourite strawberry flavoured lollipop from your local candy store.

However, you were also terrified of losing it, especially when you have heard horror stories on campus about how some girls have had traumatic experiences doing it with people that they didn’t really love or trust.

But it was always on your to-do list before you graduated from college, and if you were to ever do it, you would definitely not do it when you were sober. What exactly was the reason? You have no idea. Perhaps losing it when you were tipsy or drunk would have felt ten times better for you so that you wouldn’t have to remember about it much.

Given the fact that this Sangyeon guy has treated you nothing but well so far throughout the party, you figured that he probably isn’t those bad guys that people would tell you to stay away from. Besides, you were certain that you wouldn’t be meeting anyone from the party ever again when the new semester began.

It’s now or never.

“I want you, Sangyeon. I want you so bad.”

At first, you immediately tilted your face towards the side, not wanting to see the expression on his face as you said that. Who were you kidding, asking a random stranger to take away your virginity just like that? If he were a fuckboy, he probably would’ve done it right away without even having to wait for you to pose the question.

God, this is going to be another awkward moment—

Immediately, you felt his fingers wrapped under your chin as he turned you to look back at him, his face now merely inches away from you.

“If you want me to fuck you good, then I suggest you keep your eyes opened and watch carefully, baby.”

He then pushes himself back up and immediately lifts his shirt all the way up out from his head and throws it to the floor. You were pretty sure you were drooling at this point because you finally saw his bare, well-built body in person—rock solid toned abs, big built chest, and god, his body proportions were to just die for.

Before you could even comment on his body, he quickly yanked his pants and boxers down, revealing his now huge erected cock that he was rubbing slowly.

God, it’s a hell of a monster cock.

“Like what you see, princess?”

You quickly snap back from reality as he now slowly positions his cock directly onto your cunt, the tip now rubbing your entrance as he crawls up to you again.

“Are you ready, sweetheart? Ready to take it all in?”

You gulped. “Y-Yeah…I guess…”

He smiled and giggled at the sight of you. “You look so cute, do you know that? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

Immediately, one of his hands finds its way to yours and interlocks them while his other hand helps push his giant cock into you, causing you to yelp and shut your eyes tightly from the impact.

Oh my god, you actually did it.

“Hey, baby, you okay?”

Trying your best to find the right words as you panted, you slowly responded to the male while your other free hand grabbed onto his arms. “Y-Yeah…I just…”

“I’ll give you a moment to adjust, hmm? Tell me whenever you’re ready; I’ll start off slow.”

After a few seconds of calming your heartbeat down a little, you slowly give him a nod, indicating that he could continue with what he was doing. The pace started slow but impactful, your walls were absolutely tight as hell, and his cock was just trying its best to loosen and break them apart.

“Let me guess,” he panted. “This is your first time doing it, huh?”

“W-What? How did you know?”

“Oh, I know alright; I’m pretty much a veteran when it comes to sex.”

What in God’s mind made him say that out loud?

As much as you wanted to comment on that, you were so out of your mind to even think straight because Sangyeon was now thrusting faster into you, knowing that your walls weren’t as tight as they were before.

“S-Sangyeon!”

“Use your words, baby. Tell me, how are you feeling?”

“I-It…it feels so good…aaahh!”

“You like it when I fill you up with my cum, baby?”

“Y-Yes, I want you, I want you so bad!”

That was all he needed to hear, and he reconnected his lips with yours for a couple of seconds, kissing you feverishly before breaking the kiss to pound you much faster and harder. In return, you suddenly felt a knot in your stomach, and that’s when you knew you were near.

��S-Sangyeon…”

“Yes, baby?”

“I-I’m going to cum…” you whispered, desperately trying to warn him beforehand.

“Then cum for me then, tell me. Where exactly do you want me?”

“I-Inside! Please! Cum inside of me!!” You screamed.

It was as if you both had the perfect timing as you both came together, filling each other up with your own respective liquids. You let out a deep gasp from your orgasm, and Sangyeon groaned out loud before he collapsed on top of you.

It took a few moments and a little breather before he lifted himself up a little, desperately trying to find your lips again and devour them slowly. You then moved your fingers up into his hair, slowly enjoying every bit of feeling how soft it is.

As your exhaustion slowly takes over you, your eyelids begin to fall, and you finally pass out into dreamland, his soft, plump lips on yours being the very last thing you remember.

You were awakened by the sound of your alarm coming from your phone as you tried your best to reach for it, which was placed on your nightstand.

When you finally squint your eyes to turn off the alarm, you shoot up from bed based on what you see on your screen.

You had 10 minutes left to prepare for your first class of the year.

Immediately, you hurried out of bed and dashed right into your toilet, trying to clean yourself up within 5 minutes so you would have the other remaining 5 to dash to campus.

You didn’t even bother putting on makeup for the day (which you would usually wear lightly); at this point, you only cared about being presentable and not looking like a homeless college student who got kicked out of her apartment.

There goes my effort to actually make a good first impression at the start of the new semester.

You couldn’t even say a simple good morning to your roommate who made your favourite toasted cream cheese bagel as you dashed straight out the door, having only one of the straps on your backpack slung over your shoulder.

As you made your way towards campus, the usual short route that would’ve taken 5 minutes if you walked and 2 minutes, if you dashed, felt much longer. But you knew that it was completely your fault since you were the one who overslept and fucked up your sleeping schedule.

Or did you?

That was when questions began popping up in your mind. The last time you remembered you were still awake and conscious was when you were at a frat party with your roommate.

A frat party…

That’s right.

You went to a frat party at the sorority house not far from your apartment, and then you remembered getting separated from your roommate and trying your best to locate her throughout the house…

…and you bumped into a man named Sangyeon.

Fuck, you actually lost your virginity last night.

The next thing you knew, you had already arrived right in front of your lecture hall, and you quickly took a quick breath and tried to compose yourself, shaking off all of the thoughts that had happened the night before.

Screw it, I’ll deal with whatever happened last night later.

You quickly navigated the entire auditorium, only to find that the front seat was left that wasn’t taken. You absolutely hated sitting in front, especially when you weren’t at your best self this morning. But you didn’t have much choice left as your professor walked into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

You reluctantly sat down and took your laptop out, turning it on while you began to hear your professor’s voice in the background.

As you were busy trying to rummage through your bag to find your textbooks, you began hearing the girls around you squeal, making you tilt your head up to see what was happening.

That was when you wished you could hide under the table and vanish from campus right this second.

A tall, black-haired male walked into the hall with a folder in his arms and made his way right next to your professor while introducing himself. His neatly styled hair was parted to the sides. He also wore a black blazer over his white tee, which, quite frankly, made him look effortlessly attractive.

“Class, this gentleman right here is Lee Sangyeon, and he will be the teacher’s assistant for this semester.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

A/N: me as i write this sangyeon series: "why do i do this to myself 😃" (no yall do not want to know the endless amount of brainrot i went through writing this)

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houseofhyde · 1 year

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aemond doesn't know...

pairing. modern!aegon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis. ...that aegon and you do it in his van every sunday.

warnings. modern au, fuckbuddy!aegon, best friend!aemond, artist!aemond, drummer!aegon, light angst, smut (p in v, creampie, hair pulling, light anal play (?), use of slut.)

word count. 1.5k

hyde’s input. happy valentines, guys, gals and whores! <3 i was supposed to be posting a daemon smut but i got sidetracked bc scotty doesn't know by lustra came on shuffle and, well, my mind is hyperactive. my attraction to aegon is purely fueled by the fact i've been attracted to tom glynn carney since dunkirk. not completely comfortable writing for him yet though, so i may end up restricting myself to only writing modern aus when it comes to aegon. fic has not been edited!!

taglist. i've chosen not to tag anyone as this is the first time i'm posting for this character and am unsure who on my taglist is comfortable reading aegon fics.

let’s get one thing clear: you are not dating aemond targaryen.

sure, he walks you to class every morning despite his own being on the other end of campus; and drags himself out of bed at one, two, three in the morning to pick you up on the nights you work the closing shift. and, ok, he brings you out for lunch, and dinner, and home for the holidays. sure, he’s filled sketchbooks with drawings of you, he’s skipped out on lectures just to clean vomit out of your hair and last-nights make-up off your face, he’s almost stolen a handful of picture-perfect kisses beneath mistletoes and sunsets.

but, he’s never made his move.

so aegon feels no remorse for his love-struck brother as he rips off the red lace panties that conceal his latest best friend.

she’s always there for him, waiting with open arms- between open legs- and offering the warmest of hugs for his cock. she’s pretty and clean and tastes like a tangy peach, just a little too ripe but perfect for his liking.

“hey there sweetheart,” his voice, bouncing off the walls of the overheating vehicle, coos over his own excitement. she’s hard to resist, dribbling with sticky sweetness, and aegon swears- he swears!- that she winks at him, taunting him to slip inside to the promised land. “hmm, what’s that, darling? i missed you too.”

“would you stop talking to my pussy like it’s a person and hurry up!” and there you are to burst his bubble, on all fours with your skirt flipped up over your (in aegon’s opinion) perfectly shaped ass and trying oh so hard to not comment on the mess of empty beer cans and fast food wrappers and miscellaneous parts of a drum-set that occupy the unholy grounds of the back of aegon’s van.

“don’t listen to her, sugarplum,” you’d cringe at his choice of pet-name, were it not for the fact the insufferable bastard’s leaning down to press a kiss on your rear-cheeks, peaceful pecks concluded with the lewd- and unexpectedly intriguing- drag of his tongue over your asshole. you lurch forward, stopped only by the grasp of his hands on your hips. “she’s just jealous of what we have, always trying to get between us.”

he’s a cruel torturer, a sadist who gets a kick out of making you squirm and cry and ache for his touch. maybe it’s about the power it gives him, to see you so pliant and needy for naught but him. or perhaps it’s a point he’s needing to prove, to curse that stuck up little brother of his who’s always making comments on the women he choses to indulge himself him.

oh, what he’d give to have aemond stumble upon this scene of him, the puppet master, and you, the poor thing on a string, mouth dropping open in a quiet plea as aegon toys his thumb over your puckered hole, an unspoken threat to fill it before he so much as touches your soaked cunt.

“aegon, please!”

“hmm, i seriously need to get a recording of you saying that,” you don’t need to look over your shoulder to know he’s grinning like the cat that got the cream. nevertheless, you look, and what a sight he is: eyes more black than blue, hair a messed crown upon his head, hardened nipples the prettiest shade of blush pink. unlike you, he’s shamelessly nude for anyone to see, dare they stumble too close to the rocking van. “make it my ringtone, or put you on our debut record.”

you’ve no real clue who our encompasses, though you guess it’s whatever recent mediocre band the targaryen boy’s landed himself in.

the same band aemond keeps saying he needs to take you to see, a so called night-of-laughter you need away from all those assignments and exams that keep getting in the way of your designated best friend dates.

“you’re so gross,” your words clash with your actions, arching your back and further presenting him with where you need him most.

“oh, but you love it.”

and you do, you really do.

you love how aegon fills you, slow at first to “get your pretty kitty stretched”, and all at once after he’s got the first few inches in, no warning before the head of him brutishly knocks against your cervix. you love the groaning and moaning and utter bullshit that finds it’s way out of his cushioned lips, whines of so tight and praises of you take me so fucking well, baby. you love how he talks you through it, voice a gentle whisper of encouragement from the moment the took your virginity till even now, months and several more encounters later. you love that he plays you like an instrument, skillful with the move of his fingers and careful with the pressing of your buttons.

“yeah, like it from this angle, don’t you? like to take me nice and deep,” he’s spewing out behind you, fucking into you at a speed that’s got not only you whining but the van too. “what a pretty little slut i’ve made out of you.”

you hate that he’s aegon. dirty, slimy, enemy/big brother to your best friend, aegon. you hate that it would crush aemond to know this is how you’re spending your sunday, cramped in the back of his brother’s van as he defiles you from behind. you hate that you keep coming back.

“what’d you tell him this time, huh?” like he’s reading your mind, aegon questions you, words slurring together in the haze of lust, no need to name the man you both know unites you as much as he divides you. “where’ds he think you are?”

“ch-aah,” the word is lost among the slapping of skin and the cry of sheer terrified pleasure you feel as he reaches so deep you’re almost sure you feel him in your guts, arms giving out beneath you and leaving you pressed face first into the floor. “church! he, he thinks i’m in church.”

“if he’s thinking you’re on your knees,” aegon’s words fall upon deaf ears as the cord begins to tighten in your lower stomach, threatening to snap any second and leave you to fall into the pits of pleasure. “he’s not entirely wrong.”

he doesn’t need to be told when or how to touch you, he just knows, and so it’s no surprise when the rough pads of aegon’s fingers rub over your aching clit. the euphoric feeling of the tough skin dancing over your buzzing bundle of nerves and his cock, pulsating and raw, fucking into you over and over and over, molding a home for itself within your tight cunt, it’s all too much.

“c’mon, pretty girl, you can do it.” he’s so encouraging, so supportive as his free hand tangles itself in your hair, swift with the way it’s pulling you up till your back hits his chest. “give me what i want, go on. cum on my cock, pretty please baby.”

you do as he commands, mouth dropping open in a cry of ecstasy heard only by you, aegon and the walls that make up his beaten van. he’s not far behind, thrusts turning sloppy in the final moments as he fights through the squeeze of your orgasm before he’s spilling inside of you, head burrowed in the crook of your neck to stiffle the pathetic whimpers born from the feeling of stuffing you full of his cum till it’s dripping out of you and onto the floor, joining the rest of the mess.

“shh, shh, atta girl.” the press of his lips against your forehead is grounding, soothing you just as much as the stroke of his hands over your thighs as you crash back against him, energy drained and muscles aching. aegon’s no better, heart running at the speed of a stallion and skin burning hot red from the unbearable heat. “that’s it, you’re good. i’ve got you.”

as it always goes, you pull away first.

you fight back a discomforted frown as the emptiness hits you, what remains of his spend inside of you now dripping out to the surface of your slit. neither of you talk as you clean yourselves up, him tugging his clothes back on and you checking just how badly your makeup has smudged.

it's worse than any walk of shame, really, this stifling silence that fills the space between you as he sparks up the engine and begins the drive back.

“this can’t happen again.” it’s only once you’ve stepped out the door that you speak, hand resting on the handle and eyes focusing anywhere than his hands on the stearing wheel, the same hands he’d had burried between your thighs less than an hour before.

“you said that the last time.”

“i mean it!” you don’t. “this is the last time, aegon.” it’s not.

you only make it halfway up the path to the door of your house till he’s honking his horn and rolling his window down.

“i’ll see you same time next week, yeah?”

“fuck you!” and, yet, you smile.

“can’t wait, sweetheart!”

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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months

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into the deep end ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (12/07/23)

word count ; 1328

content ; sexually explicit content, tentacle sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, belly bulge, oral stimulation (amab receiving), overstimulation, slight pain play (suckers), face fucking

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; abyss monarch cookie x non binary afab reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; as i haven’t touched on this sort of thing (tentacle sex) before in my writing this might be a bit shaky, apologies if this is the case.

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For as cold and reclusive as they tended to be, your monarch was nothing if not receptive to your requests and your needs. If you complained of hunger then they’d fetch you as best a feast as they could find. If you were vexed by the abyssal chill then they’d wrap you up in their cloak and make a shelter out of whatever debris they could find in order to shield you from the cold. A sore throat was met with a warm drink and a promise of medicine once you got to the next settlement. Any injuries were immediately addressed no matter how small.

And if you asked for rough play then that was exactly what you were going to get.

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A dozen tentacles roamed the expanse of your body, groping and massaging and stroking you from ankle to crown: twisting around your calves like wild vines, creeping upwards to nip and caress the expanse of your thighs — suckers dangerously close to your gushing cunt; encircling your midsection and latching onto the softness of your stomach and the dips of your waist, going around once then twice and again once more until the very tip was prodding gently against the underside of your ribcage; wrapping around the peaks of your breasts to grope and massage at the soft mounds of flesh, leaving round bruises in their wake whenever they lifted and moved to another patch of unclaimed skin to tweak and tug and tease; lightly lounging around your throat, touch lighter than elsewhere but no less heavy and thick as it’s weight pressed against the column of your throat and throbbed in time with the thrum of your own pulse. Constricting, pulsing, teasing and effortlessly hoisting you off the ground with appendages far stronger than they appeared — all the while watching with those calculating emerald eyes that you adored.

And then there were their other appendages: thicker, slimier, longer and darker than the rest. Lacking the painfully pointed and relentless suckers of their companions but no less invasive and controlled as your monarch used them to use you as only they could.

One was buried snugly inside of your pussy, thick and long and twisting in just the right ways as they pounded into your hole and stretched you beyond what should have been possible. Slender, rounded tip bullying your g-spot with vigour as your slick gushed and poured out around it, coating your thighs, your lips, the floor below and the base of the tendril with your juices. Though they paid it no mind, continuing to fuck into that sweet cunt with a ferocity and intensity you’d come to expect from them.

Another was busying itself with your ass: it’s natural lubricant trickling out of your hole as it worked its way deeper and deeper. The pace was much slower and it’s movements more calculated, more intentional, more organic that it’s counterpart, but nonetheless impactful. Rotating and throbbing and thrusting and gushing that cold, thick substance as it worked its way in inch by inch.

The third, and final, of these unique appendages was pressed against your lips — the tip swollen and leaking a watery white liquid that was almost salty when you darted your tongue out to taste it. Yet still, obedient as ever, you parted your lips and welcomed it onto your mouth as it went further and further down — letting your jaw fall slack and even then still struggling as it filled you to aching. Only finally settling once it was deep in your throat and you were struggling to breathe for the weight of it and the overwhelmingly oceanic flavour that clung to it and settled on your tongue.

Then, once all had been left to settle for a brief few moments, did the real fun begin.

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If only you could see the complete mess that they were making of you. See how your stomach bulged outwards so that they could see their tendril pumping in and out of your soaking pussy as clear as day. See how your back arched up to meet the tentacles teasing your chest, embracing the scratches and suction marks even as you winced and as small pin pricks of blood bubbled up to the surface of your breasts, slowly trickling down your stomach. See how pretty you looked with their length stretching your mouth open as your cheeks and chin grew wetter and wetter with your saliva and tears as you lost yourself to your pleasure. See how willingly you took them into every crevice and cavity, how obediently you accepted them and let them ravish your body.

How you let your jaw hang loose and free as they fucked into your welcomingly warm and wet mouth. Rough and fast and thick as they filled you to your throat over and over again, as relentless as you’d begged them to be — letting out a string of muffled, breathy groans and moans as they focused on bringing you to your end.

But you were too far gone to even consider how you looked — too lost in your own mounting pleasure to notice anything beyond your own body and what was being done to it and how good it felt to be filled. To have your pussy stretched and your ass played with and your mouth used all at once by your beloved. To be grounded in the moment by the same pulsating appendages that suspended you in the air as if you weighed nothing. To feel both on fire and numb at the same time.

And then something snapped and shattered and your mind was washed away by the pleasure that flooded your body as you finally — finally — reached your climax. Punctuated by a loud moan as your vision exploded into a veritable fireworks display of white flashes and smudges and smears, so bright and clear that they even stained the insides of your eyelids and remained just as present as your head lolled back from the effort. Mind swimming, mouth full, heart pounding and lungs aching, overwhelmed by everything inside and outside of you and yet totally and blissfully numb.

Unable to recognise — or, perhaps, simply uncaring of — the state that your orgasm had left you in as you were forced to ride out that high by your monarch. None of it mattered to you, not the slick covered thighs nor the sweat-slicked hair nor the saliva that slid down your neck or even the marks that littered your body from where their tentacles had once been. No. You were too caught up in your fiery gooseflesh and your need to be touched by your monarch.

Your monarch who continued to fuck your spent cunt through your high no matter how much you trembled and shook.

Your monarch who used your soft lips and generous tongue until they couldn’t anymore, spurting their release (hot and watery and white) onto your suction-raw, prickle-scratched chest.

Your monarch who slowly brought you back to the ground and held you in their arms as you panted and whined and moaned — overstimulated and yet still begging for them somehow.

Your monarch who shushed you and brushed the sweat and drool and tears from your face even as they twitched and ached with a need for more — a more that they knew you were in no place to provide.

Your monarch who wrapped you up in their cloak, unbothered (for now) by the residual mess, and helped you lay down even as you trembled and whimpered and moaned, still caught up in your climax.

Your monarch who always gave you precisely what you asked for without taking any more than what they knew you could give. As cold and isolated as the abyss from which they took their name and yet far more loving than most would think.

Who could punish and pleasure, loathe and love, deliver and destroy all in the same breathe. And you wouldn’t have them any other way.

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lokisprettygirl · 9 months

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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 6 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 7

Summary: A missed period causes Daemon to snap at you again.

Warning: 18+, Smut, sex, Reader has a personality, Discussion of mensuration and Pregnancy, arguments and angst, flashbacks of abusive relationship, sexual abuse, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, he’s not the best boyfriend, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, some violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

"You were famous" you mumbled softly as you went through the pictures on his phone. It was Sunday and you shared your day off with him so you both were in the bed just relaxing for once, you were sprawled out on your front as you scrolled through the images on his phone from the time he used to fight professionally.

He had saved some memories from the past, moments that he still cherished. His mouth curved into a smile as you said that and he pushed himself up on his elbow to kiss your cheek, you tilted your head so his mouth trailed down over the length of your neck.

"I wasn't actually that popular, just known amongst the people who watch the sport" he mumbled so you hummed in agreement.

"Have you ever been with a woman that knew you?"

"Are you asking me if I have fucked a woman that knew who I was?"

"Yeahhhh?"

"I have..once or twice" you nodded as he said that and pecked him on the lips.

It's been two weeks since his birthday party and the opportunity that was presented to him by the chairman of UFC federation and you were trying to make him open up to you about why he didn't want to fight anymore.

"Don't you miss it?" You asked him so he chuckled,

"Fucking other women? No ..you wear me out enough darling " he said playfully and it made you smile,

"I know I do but i was referring to your fighting days. Don't you miss being in the ring?" He averted his gaze and shrugged as you questioned him,

"Noo" he mumbled before he laid down on his back and stared at the ceiling.

"Okay" you got on top of him but he immediately flipped you underneath him, he still had an issue with you being on top of him and you didn't really mind, you wanted to give him all the time he needed.

"Did you always aspire to be a chef?" He asked you so you nodded.

"Mostly yeah, a part of me did"

"And what about your ideal mate? I'm sure I'm not the type you must have imagined for yourself" He smirked as he questioned you.

"Not the type? You mean tall, sexy and handsome type?" You chuckled so he shook his head and kissed you, his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear and he lowered them down.

"The fucked up and damaged type"

"You're not damaged baby..and we are all fucked up in one way or another" you mumbled softly as your fingers caressed his scalp,

"Whatever helps you sleep at night" he snickered as he pushed his cock inside you slowly, you winced a little so he looked at you,

"Something wrong?" He pulled out of you so you squeezed your eyes.

"No it's just my tummy, I should have gotten my period like ten days ago and I still don't have it" you answered calmly but you noticed the immediate change in his demeanor, he took his cock out, buttoned up his pants and got off the bed to stare at you.

You felt awkward now so you sat up and fixed your clothes as well, you knew you had said something wrong because he had that typical look of panic on his face.

"Dae?"

"How …come?..Why..why why are you missing your periods? I thought you were on pills? Are you not?" He asked hurriedly.

"I am.. of course I am..it's just.."

"Just what then? You think you're pregnant somehow even though you were popping your pills?" He raised his voice a little and your eyes teared up,

"Daemon calm down please ..I'm pretty sure I'm not pregnant "

"Oh you're sure? Well if you're sure then I should just believe you right?" He snickered as he crossed his arms.

You fell silent for a moment because you didn't want to escalate this argument further, he usually calmed down after a few moments of outburst but this time he seemed particularly triggered.

"Are you fucking someone else? because this child in you can't be mine" Your mouth opened in shock at his words, you glared at him as he said that and immediately got off the bed to storm out of his room,

"Where the fuck you're going huh?" He asked you as he followed you.

"Talk to me when you are willing to listen okay?" You said to him as you grabbed your bag and stormed out of the main doorway, you heard the sound of something breaking inside as you waited for the elevator but you didn't want to go in there right now and deal with him.

You didn't want to leave him when he was obviously hurting but you had a feeling that he would say things in anger that would hurt you deeply and things he'd most definitely regret later.

On the way to your apartment you bought a pregnancy test kit, just in case, you were pretty sure you weren't pregnant but a test would remove those lingering doubts you had in your head now. You had no idea what you'd do if you were indeed pregnant, you didn't want a child at this stage in your life.

And the way Daemon had reacted you feared that he won't be there for you if you were expecting his child.

As soon as you were inside the apartment you took the test and those two minutes where you had to wait to watch the stick turn either blue or pink felt like hell. It wasn't unusual for you to have your periods late this way but you have never been this sexually active before in your life. Both of you got sexually intimate everytime he was around you.

As you watched the stick turn negative you breathed a sigh of relief, you took the test again just to be sure and it turned up negative again.

You checked your phone to see if he had called or texted but your heart sank at the nothingness. A lump formed in your throat as you tried to hold back your tears but failed miserably, he had told you that he wouldn't be the perfect guy for you and in moments like these he really wasn't but you didn't want his trauma to taint your relationship with him.

You didn't want to believe that he'd just abandon you if you were indeed pregnant. He was a good man and he wouldn't just abandon you like that. You wanted to keep your faith in him until he'd prove you otherwise..

Around ten at night he finally came to see you and as you opened the door he stared at you for a moment before he stepped inside your apartment. He had a small pharmacy bag in his hand that he passed to you,

"Take the test" he told you sternly.

"Daemon i have–" before you could even speak he had cut you off,

"Take it, please" his voice softened this time so you sighed and took the bag from him.

"Should have used the fucking condom" he mumbled under his breath and you bit on your cheek to calm down because you were starting to feel really frustrated by his behaviour.

"What if I'm pregnant? What are you gonna do?" You crossed your arms as you questioned him.

"Well first of all I'd like to know why and how? Aren't those pills hundred percent effective?" He questioned like a jerk.

"Ninety nine" you mumbled meekly

"Whatever..If you are really taking them everyday then you shouldn't be pregnant, isn't that right?" He raised his brows and you nodded before you chuckled,

"But what if I am, hypothetically What if I am pregnant and for the sake of our relationship let's just assume that I'm not a fucking whore that's whoring around and the child is yourssss ..what then?"

You raised your voice and he opened his mouth to say something but then the look on your face broke his heart. He already knew that he never deserved a woman like you in his life especially considering how awfully he treated you at times but moments like these really shook him up, he always projected his issues on you when you didn't deserve it at all. Maybe you were pregnant and if you were it wouldn't just be your fault or your responsibility to bear alone.

He was just scared after what had happened last time, he always lived in fear. Even though he was meticulous about it and always asked you if you were taking your pills, he wasn't as careful about the precautions as he had been in the past.

He walked towards you and you took a step back so he walked closer to you again and placed his arms around your body.

"If you're pregnant then the baby is mine, I know that. I'm so sorry about what I had said earlier, I regretted it as soon as it left my mouth. Can you forgive me darling please?" He asked you softly as he made you look up at him, you were still upset but you didn't want to stretch the issue knowing that he was clearly feeling triggered by a memory.

"Are you going to leave if I'm pregnant?" You asked him so he placed his forehead down on yours.

"No, never, I'm sorry my words made you feel that way. I am just not ready for a child but I'd never abandon you I promise" he assured you, he had no intentions of leaving the woman that was willing to stand by him through his bad and worse.

"I'm not either" a part of him felt relieved as you said that.

"Okay, then we will deal with it if it comes to that, for now I just want you to take the test for me ..so can you please do that?" His voice had a pleading tone to it as compared to before.

"I have already done it twice, i am not pregnant" he pulled away as you said that, saying that he was relieved would have been an understatement.

"You're not?"

"Nooo.. I don't know why my period is late but I know I'll have it sooner or later" he sighed as you said that.

Now he felt even worse about the outburst he had. He stepped away from you and leaned against the back of the couch in your living room.

"I don't deserve you darling" he looked down as he said that.

"Don't say that..Is there a reason why you freaked out other than not wanting a child?"

You asked him and he felt as if the ground has been pulled from underneath him and swallowed him whole,

"I'm pregnant" she said to him as she placed the stick down in front of him at the dinner table and it most surely was positive. He stood up immediately, his appetite was gone.

"How did it happen?" He asked her as he grabbed the stick to inspect it.

"Do I need to tell you how babies are made you jerk?" She got upset so he took a deep breath,

"Noo i…i meant we were using condoms and you're on pills so...I"

"Are you telling me that it's my fault?" She glared at him. He wasn't ready for a baby, he was just twenty four and the international fight week was just right around the corner, he had been training so hard for the tournament and he didn't want to get distracted. But as much as he didn't want it, that was his child in her womb and he wasn't the type of man to abandon someone like that.

"I'm not saying it's your fault.. I'm just confused is all ..did you see a doctor?" He asked her softly as walked closer to her and bent down to her level to talk to her, she glared at him before she slapped him hard.

"That's for questioning me" he was so used to them that he didn't even flinch and he wasn't surprised when she kissed him roughly after that, that was all she did to him, she'd hurt him and then love him, the cycle never stopped.

"We are going to be parents and I need you by my side alright?" She said to him so he nodded.

Later on he had discovered that she did it on purpose, she was poking holes in the condom and she had stopped taking her pills so he won't be able to get away from her for this tournament but he did it anyways and that's where it all went down for him. That's when his life changed forever.

"Daemon?" He heard your voice so he snapped out of his thoughts,

"Can you hold me?" He asked you softly so you immediately walked towards him and your arms wrapped around his neck, you knew his outburst had everything to do with none other than the thorn in his past- Samantha.

Over the course of four years of their relationship she had ruined him slowly, the biggest regret he had was that he didn't fight back until it was too late.

A part of him always wanted to hold on to her because he wanted to believe in the love he had for her, he wanted that woman back that he had fallen in love with, she was a completely different person when they had first met.

She was kind, so caring, she always looked after him so later on when she changed so drastically he often felt as if he was the one to blame for it, that he was the one to change her and that's exactly why he never stopped her from doing whatever she wanted, she made him believe that he deserved it for what he had done to her, that he was the reason she had turned into a monster.

"I don't want to punish you for her wrongdoings but I keep doing it, are you sure you don't want to get out of this mess?" He asked you so you pulled away to look at him.

"Daemon if I wanted to leave I'd have left already, if I didn't care about you then I never would have gotten myself in this relationship, I'd never ever want to hurt you but I'm only human and I'm going to make mistakes" you told him honestly and he nuzzled his face between your neck, his fingers traced circles on your waist.

"You never hurt me, I get hurt by my own fears and insecurities and then I take them out on you. I just need you to know that you're very important to me and I don't want to lose you" He whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

"Let's just forget about it, okay? I'm not upset with you"

"You should be"

"But I'm not"

"That's because you're an angel, my very own Angel who is determined to stand by me no matter what" you smiled as he said that,

He was never overly sentimental but once in a while he would say a few words that left you feeling giddy and gave you all the butterflies. You caressed his scalp gently before you kissed his forehead and then his lips softly, in moments like these he could clearly see how different you were from her, how tenderly you treated him even though he gave you several reasons to get upset and hurt him.

"Is there any chance you'd want to have sex with this angel before she actually gets her period?" You bit on your lips and it made him smile, he grabbed your chin and kissed you before he picked you up, instead of taking you to your bedroom he took you to the couch instead and laid you down. You kept your eyes on him as he took his jacket off and then his shirt followed, you couldn't hide your lustful gaze as he pulled his zipper down.

He crawled on top of you and undressed you quickly as if he couldn't wait any longer.

"Do I need to worry about your health? Why aren't you getting your periods if you're not heavy with my child?"

He questioned as he pushed himself inside slowly, the way he always wanted to discuss important matters during sex intrigued you and frustrated you at the same time.

"I uhhhh god..okay…I don't know but it's nothing new, probably just hormonal" you mumbled so he nodded, a hint of smirk formed on his face at the sight of you, he thrusted in and out of you slowly until you were melting underneath him.

His breath hitched in his chest as you caressed his scars with your fingertips, the old Daemon would have swatted your hands away quickly but this new in love Daemon allowed himself to enjoy the touch, your touch always felt soothing to him and that's why he was so afraid of you at first, he didn't want to get used to this, he always feared you'd change into her as soon as he'd show you his vulnerability.

"Cigarette?" You asked him post coitus and he thought about it for a moment before he got up and picked you up to take you to the bedroom. He sat you down on the bed and stared at you briefly,

"What do you want, baby?" You asked him as you grabbed his hand in yours and pulled him on the bed,

"Can you just..just lay with me?" There was a hesitation in his voice as he laid down next to you, he had no idea that you'd give him the whole world if he'd ask you so sweetly.

"I'm here" he closed his eyes as you caressed his prominent cheekbone with your fingers. After a moment of quiet you finally spoke,

"You should fight again" his eyes opened again as you said that. He had a habit of discussing important matters during sex and you had the habit of doing it post sex.

"I do fight, everyday"

"You know what I mean"

"I can't, i can't do it again, it's too late" he sighed and he was hoping you'd let it go but you were as stubborn as he was.

"It's not, it's not too late, i have seen you fight, you're different from those other guys, you train them to perfection and yet they're never able to defeat you"

He let out a deep sigh as you said that. He can't fight, just being in front of the crowd felt unimaginable to him..

"You can do anything you want dae, I believe in you"

You mumbled softly just to put the thought in his head.

You had found a video of him on YouTube a few days ago, from his last ever professional fight, it was the first match of his qualifier round for the international UFC week, he was doing good, he was easily winning but something bad had happened between the second and third set.

The fiery passionate man that had won the second round didn't return for the third, he was there in presence but his mind seemed distracted, he seemed hurt and scared and then he was beaten to pulp until he finally gave up.

Everyone in the crowd was shocked, his supporters were disappointed in him, nobody knew what went wrong, some also felt that he lost on purpose because he was paid in hefty from the opposition.

So many accusations were thrown at him but nobody knew the actual truth.

You didn't either but deep down you had a sneaking suspicion that his loss that night was because of Samantha, she was his curse and she never wanted to see him succeed, she always wanted to keep him caged and closer to her, she hated the attention he had on him and how she was slowly losing him from her tight grasp, this tournament would have changed his life in every possible way and perhaps she couldn't take it so she did something to ruin it all for him..

You didn't know the truth but you had a feeling you would find out soon.

"One Chicken Caesar Salad with croutons on top and dressing on the side, table 9" Claire put the order on the tab so you quickly prepared it and sent it out. Daemon would be there soon to pick you up, you were almost at the end of your shift. The head chef was on vacation so you were handling everything by yourself and you just wanted to go home with him. However Claire returned soon after and told you that the customer wanted to compliment the chef so you made your way outside to meet her.

As you approached the table every hair on your neck stood up, it wasn't just any random customer, it was her -Samantha.

You recognised that creepy smile she had on her face, before you could say anything you noticed her attention diverting towards the door so you turned around and it was Daemon.

For Seven years he had been running away from his past and the dreams he once treasured so deeply, he was running from that toxic woman but his past had finally caught up to him.

He stood there shellshocked as he came face to face with the woman that had destroyed everything about him that made him so uniquely him.

She broke his heart and took away his every reason to smile. She crushed his spirit and now as she found out that he was finally moving on in his life with you, she had returned to remind him why he'd never escape her.

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sammysmaddy · 5 months

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Two

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Pairing(s): John x Daughter!Innocent!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Incest, naive!reader, manipulation, graphic descriptions of porn, fluff, virgin!reader, oral (female receiving), daddy kink *I guess*, praise kink, soft n fluffy, angst (?), light thigh riding, smut implied

W/C: 5.7k+

A/N: I forgot I was supposed to be posting this story! Happy almost Thanksgiving to my American followers!

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Some time ago...

Things started off innocently. Sam and Dean were at school and you were at the motel doing what you usually did- you read, and read, and read, and read until John walked through the doors.

You were ecstatic to see him. John had been away for a few weeks too wrapped up in the case to even call home. The look of relief in your father's eyes when he saw you was like no other, he loved you more than anything in the world.��

John took you to lunch, saying it was to make up for all the time he missed with you- not bothering to pull Sam and Dean out of school like he usually did. Things seemed normal all throughout lunch, you chose of course, but things changed drastically when he asked you a certain question during the car ride home.

"Do you know what sex is?" John asked, looking over to you as he kept a firm grip on the steering wheel.

Your brows furrowed at the question. It sounded familiar, it really did, but you had no idea what it actually meant.

"I don't think so," You told him calmly and he let out a low chuckle.

Judging his reaction, it definitely seemed like something you should know about, so you began to feel a little embarrassed at your lack of knowledge.

"You mean, your brothers never taught you what it was?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and keeping a small smile on his face.

You shook your head and he didn't seem particularly pleased or displeased.

"Normally, by your age, you know what it is. You're already legally an adult." John mentioned.

"So then... does Sammy know about this?" You asked, tilting your head, and wondering why your twin had never said anything about sex.

"I'm sure he does, sweetheart. Caught him with one of Dean's not-so-private skin mags," John chuckled and you scrunched your nose.

"What's a skin mag?" You asked him and he continued to chuckle at your question.

"It's pictures of sex. We call it porn," John answered and you frowned, still not knowing what the hell he was talking about.

"Daddy, I don't know what that is," You reminded him and instead of the instant explanation you wanted, he looked over smiling and shaking his head.

"God, I wish you could stay little forever," He sighed and you continued to frown, wishing that you knew why this conversation was occurring or why it was so important for you to know about. "When you and Sammy shower together, does he ever touch you?" He asked and his face shifted to concern.

"Yeah, he helps me wash my hair sometimes, but mostly he just uses all of the hot water," You huffed out, crossing your arms, and John shook his head.

"I meant, does he put his hands on your body?" He reiterated and you shrugged your shoulders, not knowing what he was gaining with these questions.

"Sometimes he helps me wash my back," You answered and John nodded his head.

"Do you ever wonder why you have different body parts than him?" He asked and you slumped your face, of course, you wondered why, but you knew that it was just because you were of different sexes.

"I guess, but Sammy says it's just because I'm a girl and he's a boy," You told him all the information you knew and he nodded his head.

"So, you know that boys can't get pregnant right?" He asked and you nodded your head. "And you know that boys don't get periods?" He asked again.

"Yeah, because Sam doesn't get them and neither does Dean. Only I do," You crossed your arms, thinking about how unfair it was that they didn't bleed once a month.

"Okay, well at least you know the basics," John sighed, rubbing at his temples with his fingertips.

"Is this the part where you tell me what and why we're talking about this? You said you didn't want to talk about when I get my periods," You turned your head to look for his reaction, and he just shrugged his shoulders in return.

"I don't. It's just- It's just important if we're going to talk about sex," He muttered and you rolled your eyes.

"I don't know what that is," You reiterated, growing more and more impatient by the second.

"I, uh, I never had this conversation with your brothers. They kinda figured it out on their own," He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't holding on tightly to the steering wheel.

It wasn't even worth responding to, so you decided to stay silent until he said something else. You could tell that he was feeling awkward, but you weren't- you were just impatiently waiting.

John looked over and gave you a small smile to which you just raised your eyebrow, then his face straightened and he knew you were waiting for something more.

"You know what, sweetheart? I think it just be better if I showed you."

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He dragged himself in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. His eyes were locked into hers as his forehead began to form sweat beads, panting like he was running a marathon.

Their lips connected and their tongues ran against each other as he continued to move above her. When he pulled his lips back, she had her mouth parted slightly, close to tears falling out as she cried out profanities.

But she wasn't actually upset and he wasn't actually hurting her, they were enjoying it- John made sure you knew that.

You stared at Sam's computer in awe, they were so in love with one another- so happy to be together like this. You didn't understand what was so awkward about it, you were confused as to why you had never seen anything like this before- confused as to why you had never done it.

They both looked so pretty like this, so close together and in complete and utter bliss. She was gorgeous, her breasts were perfectly symmetrical- almost like she was handcrafted. Her lips were stained with red and her body was glistening in the bright lighting that infected the room.

He had the perfect body too, big strong arms that held onto her like she was a breath of fresh air. His chest was chiseled flawlessly and he reminded you of John and your brothers, they were all just as handsome as he was.

"Remember: You only do this with people you love," John reminded from behind you, watching you closely as you reluctantly peeled your eyes away.

"I can do this with Sam?" You asked as your eyes reached his.

John frowned at your question and you grew impatient as your excitement only grew.

"I love him. How come we don't have sex?" You questioned again and John's face fell into the palm of his hand, his fingertips rubbing harshly against his temples.

"Sweetheart, you don't do that kind of stuff with your brothers," John answered with a sigh, picking his head up to look back at your confused stare.

"Oh, right. That's her Daddy. I almost forgot." You said and his eyes widened.

"I think you've had enough for today," John cleared his throat and his hand reached over you to stop the video playing in the background, but your hand reached his first.

"Daddy, don't turn it off. I like it," You told him with a small smile, his wide eyes staring at you as you watched his Adam's apple move up and down as he gulped.

John nodded his head slowly, bringing his hand back to rest at his side, and you turned your head to watch the screen again.

You stared intently as you began to focus on all of the sex happening right in front of your eyes. She sounded so pretty every time he shoved himself fully inside of her. He was grunting and telling her how much of a slut she was and at first it confused you- it was a bad word and Dean used it negatively when he didn't like someone. So why did she seem so happy to hear the mean name?

After watching the first few minutes, you discovered she actually liked being called slut. She kept saying yes yes yes, and it only made him go faster, which in return made her cries louder. Her begging was like music to your ears, and for a second you began to imagine yourself in her position.

What if someone made you feel that good? What if they made you so happy that you were screaming in pleasure?

Thinking about being her brought out a feeling that you had never felt before. First it gave you the chills and you had goosebumps prickling on your skin. Then you started to feel it in your stomach- almost like period cramps, but in a good way.

After that, having pants on almost seemed uncomfortable, especially after feeling a new type of wetness in your panties. You watched as he dipped his head down to kiss her again, so passionate and raw, and it made you jealous.

"Why don't you kiss me like that?" You snapped your head around to look at John.

His face became flushed and it took a few seconds for him to respond back- which were mostly incoherent mumbles.

"Don't you love me, Daddy?" You asked and he instantaneously jerked his arm away as you absentmindedly placed a hand on it.

"I do love you, baby, I do. I just- they're not real. I didn't mean to- uh, they're not related." John managed to muster out, obviously flustered by your comments.

"She kept calling him Daddy," You frowned, once again thinking about how much you wanted to be in her position.

"I know, sweetheart. It was just the first video I clicked on. I wanted to get this over with." He sighed and it hurt your heart that he didn't want to do it with you.

What if he didn't love you enough to do those things? What if Sam or Dean didn't love you enough?

"Don't be sad, Y/N. It's just a video." John said, picking up on the sudden mood change, and reaching over to cup your cheek.

Usually, it would make you feel better- it's something that he always did when you were upset- but it was different this time.

"You don't love me enough for sex," You said, pushing his hand away and looking down.

John had put you through all of this trouble of telling you about it- even showing it to you, and now he was going to deny the pit you felt in your stomach?

"Y/N, you didn't even know what it was thirty minutes ago. You're not ready to have sex," John said in a quiet tone and you continued to frown.

Why was he being like this? Why would he show it to you if that's not what he wanted?

"I'm ready. I want to be like her, Daddy. The video made me feel things." You told him honestly, gaining the courage to look back up at him.

Just as your courage regained, you could tell that his was suddenly gone. He looked as pale as a ghost as he swallowed down whatever liquid was in his throat.

"What kinds of things, princess?" John asked nervously, almost sounding like he was guilty of something.

His eyes were locked on yours and you couldn't help but feel like you might be able to break him. A perk of being Daddy's little girl was getting whatever you wanted.

"I don't know how to explain it," You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to explain the way your core was aching for something.

"It's called being horny. It's natural," He chuckled nervously, a light sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Do you feel it too?" You asked, seeing the way that his pants were tightening around his lower region like a tent.

"Fuck, sweetheart," He sighed aloud, and your eyes watched as his hand pressed against the crotch of his pants.

"I want to be like her, Daddy," You confessed as your eyes began flickering up and down between his face and his legs, not sure which was a prettier sight.

The sweat and the bulge were both good indicators that he was ready to do things that were in the video, you just knew it. With a sudden whiff of confidence, your hand reached back and landed on his thigh, rubbing circles with your fingers.

John didn't say anything. He didn't move either. You watched closely as his pants became more restrictive and it was evident that your hand on his thigh was doing something for him. Smiling at the reaction, you looked back up to him and saw an unusual darkness in his eyes.

It came as a surprise when his hand came to meet yours and you expected him to move it away, but instead, he trailed it higher. Your fingers traced the rough denim material until they landed in between his legs. A small groan left his lips and you grinned at the sound because of how much it resonated with the guy in the video.

After your hand sat there for a few seconds and you admired how hard he felt underneath you, he stood up without warning. You frowned, wishing that he never moved.

Sighing aloud, John looked down at you as you looked up at him through your lashes. His hand came up to rest on your cheek as his thumb lightly brushed your bottom lip.

You held onto his hand, relishing any touch that came to your body, and just as soon as it began, it ended. He pulled his hand back and you watched as he walked towards the opposite side of the room.

"Come here," John commanded in a low and gruff voice, sitting on the edge of the unmade motel bed.

You weren't sure whether to be eager or concerned as you stood up from your chair and made your way to him. His arms opened up as an invitation and you straddled his hips, lazily hanging your arms on his shoulders as you began to realize how intimately close the two of you were.

You looked down, feeling instant relief as you pushed the weight of your core on him. It wasn't much, but even through your jeans and his, you could feel how good he felt pressed against you. His fingers came to the bottom of your chin and motioned your head up so that he could look at you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" John asked, his eyes begging for you to say yes as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Yes, Daddy. I love you," You confirmed, breathlessly waiting for him to do something to relieve the rapidly burning coil in your stomach.

John's lips connected with yours as soon as he got his answer and you tried your best to copy his movements. It was effortless when your mouth began to move in sync with his. Each time his tongue reached into your mouth you felt like you knew exactly what to do.

His lips felt like soft pillows every time they ran against yours- he was so perfect, you wanted to make him happy just like the guy was in the video. You chased his mouth as it pulled away, but didn't complain when you felt the wet kisses on your neck.

John was sure to be careful as he took his time, giving you soft and warm kisses all along the crook of your neck, occasionally stopping to nip at your ear.

Your fingers raked their way through John's hair and you heard him groan when you shifted your hips in an effort to get more comfortable. His fingers reached down, pulling the fabric on your torso over your head.

You felt the goosebumps on your skin in reaction to the colder air and you traveled his gaze to your breasts. John brought his hands up, cupping through your bra and marveling at the sight in front of him. You took the initiative to reach around and unclasp your simple cloth covering, letting it slide down your arms and shoulders as your nipples hardened.

"You are so beautiful, sweetheart," John said breathlessly, his eyes completely focused on the stiff peaks in front of him.

Your cheeks swelled with his approval and you moaned when he brought his mouth to one of your breasts, tweaking the nipple with his tongue and running small circles around its entirety. Something about the way he was sucking made your core itch for attention, so your hips pressed up as close to him as possible.

John moaned against your breast, his lips ghosting the skin on your chest and latching around the other nipple, treating it just as well as its predecessor.

His hands trailed down the sides of your body, reaching the middle, and undoing the button on your jeans before encouraging you to stand up. As you raised, he slowly pulled your jeans down and let his fingertips touch your skin as they moved south.

When the denim was pooled around your ankles, you held onto his shoulder for support as you kicked them off lightly.

"Sit back down, Y/N," John told you and you followed directions.

Straddling his hips once again, feeling much less constricted, he gripped tightly onto your sides. He shifted you slightly so that you rested completely on his thigh, instead of in between, and began to move your body back and forth.

Small whimpers fled your mouth as you felt the friction rubbing against your aching core, it felt so unfamiliar and foreign to your body- but it felt so good.

"Feel good, princess?" You heard John chuckle lightly, as his hands continued to move you.

The wetness from your panties was sure to have made its way out, but you didn't care. Being like this with him like this felt so good.

"Daddy, I want to make you feel good too," You told him, looking back into his eyes.

John's hand reached up and brushed a stray hair away from your face, smiling at you.

"Let Daddy make you feel good first," He answered in return and you nodded your head.

His lips collided with yours as his grip on your hips tightened, picking you up and laying you flat on your back. He continued to kiss you passionately as he hovered above you, his hand reaching down and dipping into your soaked panties.

You felt him smile into the kiss as his fingers easily glided through your slick and you moaned every time they would ghost against your clit.

"You're so wet for me, baby."

"Is that a good thing?" You asked him and he chuckled at the question.

"A very good thing," He told you and you smiled with the praise.

Placing a quick peck on your lips, he adjusted himself so that his knees were on the ground. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your soft cotton underwear, pulling them down, and encouraged your thighs to open more.

John brought his calloused thumb up to work small circles on your bundle of nerves and you moaned at the feeling. Everything that he did made you feel more and more relieved, you could practically feel how much he loved you. When you situated yourself on your elbows so you could see what he was doing, he looked up at you.

"Can Daddy taste you?" He asked, licking his lips, as he looked directly into your eyes.

"Please," You squeaked out, feeling hot and bothered and needing as much of him as you could get.

Watching as his head disappeared in between your legs, you bit your lip as his tongue trailed once up your slit and collected as much wetness in his mouth as possible. You could hear his groaning in approval just before he began to delve into your core again.

Not bothering to suppress your satisfaction, you moaned as his tongue flicked itself over and over on your clit, bringing out a type of burn that you'd never felt before.

You could feel your core heat up as he relentlessly attacked you with his tongue, alternating between circling and flicking, perfectly timing when one or the other became too much or dull. He began to suck down lightly, pulling more moans out of your throat, and you felt the uneasiness in your stomach waiting to spill itself.

Your fingers locked themselves in his short hair, gaining a grunt from him as he began to go faster with his motions. His tongue was hammering your sensitive bud at a furious pace, leaving you a moaning mess as something suddenly snapped inside of you.

"Daddy," You whined when he didn't stop.

Your hips buckled and your thighs tried to shut themselves as John's hands wrapped around and held you down. He kept the pace as he helped you get through whatever it was that just happened. Once he was satisfied, he came to the surface, leaving your legs shaking.

"What was that?" You asked him, panting as you tried to stop your legs from moving on their own. He continued to hover above you.

"That was an orgasm, sweetheart," John told you before placing a tender kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself when his tongue reached into your mouth, moaning at how satisfied and happy he seemed to be.

•••

Things were never the same after that day. John insisted on not taking your virginity until he was sure it was going to be special. He wanted the whole candle-lit dinner and the rose petals on the bed, but mostly- he wanted it not to occur in a shitty motel.

John wanted the whole nine yards just for you and as much as you wanted that too, you didn't really care about the fine details. You wanted him as soon as you could get him and you didn't care what the circumstances were, even if that meant losing your virginity in a crappy motel where the beds creaked.

Plans were whisked away from the two of you, a hunt would come up or Sam and Dean would stick around for too long. It almost seemed impossible to find the 'right' time.

In between, John helped you learn different things that surrounded sex. You could only assume that those acts were just as satisfying as the real thing, but it only made you crave him more.

You were so eager to please John and he seemed to feel the same way about you, making you feel more special than Sam or Dean ever felt. Everything just made so much sense, everything seemed so perfect.

It was hard to contain yourself around your brothers, but John wanted to keep your relationship a secret. You didn't understand why. Why wouldn't he want to show Sam and Dean how happy he made you? Was he embarrassed? Were you not good enough to boast about?

Those questions didn't matter in the middle of the night when he would steal you away to his truck. Every bliss-filled night brought a euphoric feeling that lingered for the following days... but then he would leave. Again.

It became a routine. Things would seem so hopeful that maybe in a few days, he would be able to steal you away for the night- make it special, but those plans seemed almost hopeless as the weeks went on.

The hunts became more frequent, especially after Sam came home from school, and John wanted both of his boys as strong as possible- so he chose to hunt by himself most of the time.

John also became a bit hunt-hungry, losing days of sleep and trying his best to find the monster that killed your mother. It was consuming him and John only really ever seemed to be at peace when he was with you- when you helped suck out every ounce of worry from his soul.

But a strange guilt was burning slowly in your core. Sam was the one person you trusted in your entire life. The one person you could trust with your secrets, the one person you could trust to be on time, the one person you could trust to be there for you.

When Sam would come home from school and tell you about his day, or come back from a small day hunt with Dean, you would have nothing to say to him.

You weren't reading like usual, you were too busy with John or learning new things from porn. You weren't supposed to tell Sam and it ate at you every day.

It hurt to keep something so special and important away from him. You've told him everything since the moment you could talk- the only saving grace was that he was keeping things from you too.

First, it started off with him not telling you about sex or what it was. Then, it turned into getting girlfriends that he wouldn't tell anybody about. He was hiding things from you for the first time in your life and you didn't understand why.

Was he upset with you? Did John say anything to him? Or was he just growing apart from you?

Showers seemed to be less fun for the past three months. Sam barely talked to you. He barely cracked a joke, he didn't even turn the water cold on purpose to make you squeal. It was just a shower now. You got in, you washed your hair, he washed his hair, you washed your body, he washed his body, and then you both got out.

Sam wasn't the same Sam that you knew and loved, but you tried your best not to notice.

It was another day. Another boring and quiet shower. Sam hogged all of the water while you focused on trying your best to be normal.

To be honest, you were upset. All of these months, waiting for him to say something. You were waiting for Sam to explain why he was acting so strangely, but he didn't.

Sam closed himself off from everybody and every shower that remained silent, other than the casual 'pass the shampoo' that seared into your heart. Maybe Sam didn't love you as much as he used to. Maybe he found someone else.

You couldn't hold it in anymore- you couldn't live without knowing what was going on in Sam's head.

"Are you okay?" You asked Sam quietly. He just shrugged his shoulders in return.

Sam muttered 'I'm fine' and nodded his head, turning back to finish washing his hair. You frowned, knowing that he was probably not fine, and continued to pry.

"Sammy, please. Just talk to me." You frowned, watching the soapy water fall down his back.

"Talk to you about what?" Sam asked in return, bitterness in his voice that shocked you to your core.

His tone definitely showed you that he was upset about something, and it hurt to know that he was bottling it in himself. You trembled when he snapped, shivers running down your spine that brought you to cross your arms, and you watched the way he glared at you when he turned around.

It hurt especially because it was the same glare he often gave your father. It was the same hatred in his eyes and you didn't know what you did to deserve it.

"Y/N, I'm not angry. I promise. I'm sorry for scaring you." Sam must have picked up on your hurt as his face slumped into concern, placing his hand on your arm.

You immediately pulled away as Sam continued to look at you sympathetically.

"I just wished you talked to me, that's all," You replied quietly.

"Yeah, well, I wished you talked to me too," Sam muttered in a voice so close to a whisper you almost couldn't hear. You decided to look back up at him.

"That's what I'm trying to do, Sam," You told him just as softly as before, looking into his soft eyes.

Sam gave you a small smile out of courtesy, and you could tell it was hurting him just as much as it was hurting you.

"I just feel like you are avoiding me. Like you don't want to tell me what's going on in your life anymore." You admitted.

"What about you?" Sam scoffed and you raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, you don't talk to me about your life. Why should I?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"I don't go to school anymore and I barely leave the motel. There's not much to say," You sighed, frowning at how his aggressive switch was flipping on and off with each comment.

Sam didn't get upset with you often, but most of the time he was irrational and tended to say things that he didn't mean.

"Just- just tell me about a book you've read recently," Sam struggled to get out and you shrugged your shoulders.

"Um, okay. I read The Little Prince recently. The guy in the story crashed in the Sahara desert and-" You were quick to explain.

"You told me about that book months ago, Y/N," Sam cut you off with hints of a low growl. You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to reach his eyes as they ran away from yours.

You hadn't read it in a while, but, it was the most recent book you had read- that part was true. The truth about what had been preoccupying your past few months was a secret, a secret that John didn't want anybody to know about.

For a second, you thought about telling the truth- maybe Sam would be happy to hear about it. Happy that John loved you so much. Happy that you weren't sitting at home miserable every day.

Ultimately, you decided that you didn't want to upset your father. What if he stopped whatever it was that was going on between the two of you? That, in addition to Sam and Dean, was the only thing that ever made you truly happy around here, and you didn't want to take it for granted.

"I, uh, I reread it. It's a great book," You lied, this time trying to look away without being too conspicuous.

It hurt every part of you to lie to Sam like this, especially because you were lying about one of the most important things in your life.

You never lied to Sam, ever. When he didn't say anything back, it ate you completely. The guilt you felt was pounding in the back of your throat. It only took you a few moments of silence to realize that you couldn't take it anymore.

"Sammy, I'm- I'm lying to you." You told him, feeling a rush of relief flood your body as you looked down to the ground.

"I know, Y/N," Sam told you quietly and you nodded your head, the guilt vacuuming back into your body.

This is why you shouldn't have lied to him in the first place. He knew you so well, too well to let anything slip by.

"Do you want to tell me the truth?" He asked softly, bringing his fingertips to your chin so that you could look back up at him.

You nodded your head, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as he looked at you with so much care- something you missed dearly from him.

"I- I can't." You told him, jerking your head to look anywhere but at him.

You loved Sam more than any person in the world, but this was something that you needed to keep from him.

"Because Dad said you can't?" Sam asked you and your eyes shot up to look at him, widened at full capacity.

He knew. That's why he was so upset. That's why he didn't talk to you, why he closed himself off from everybody. But, why? Why did he seem so upset about it? If Sam knew, why hadn't he brought it up sooner?

"It's okay, Y/N, really. It's okay, you can tell me the truth." Sam told you, pulling you close as you frowned into his chest and began to let your mind run.

What if John found out you told him? Would he not want anything to do with you anymore? Even though the shower was still running against the both of you, the only wetness you could feel were your tears.

"He's going to hate me, Sammy," You told him, sniffling as you pulled back to look at him. His arms were lazily hung around your torso as he stared down at you with soft eyes.

"Y/N, did he hurt you?" Sam asked softly, gripping your waist tightly and gently forcing you to keep focused on him.

"What?" You asked, furrowing your brows as you noticed that Sam seemed to look sad. "No- no, he didn't hurt me. Why would he hurt me?" You questioned again and his grip loosened around you, looking just as confused as you did. "Are you upset?"

Sam took a few seconds to answer, head shaking a confused expression formed on his face.

"I, uh, no- I'm not upset. I just thought-" He trailed, seeming to be at a loss for words. "I just thought he was hurting you."

"Daddy would never hurt me," You gave him a small grin, shaking your head at the silly comment. "Sammy, he's made me very happy." You purred, feeling his body tense as your fingers glided up and down his sides.

It was a small chance that you took- if he wasn't upset... then maybe he was happy. Maybe he was just jealous this entire time.

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Survey Says-! (18+ Rodimus/EVERYONE)

Chapter 3: Chatterbox (Rodimus/Swerve)

Rodimus is NOT bitter about the results of the crew satisfaction survey, in fact, he’s fully prepared to change! He’s determined to change his crew’s minds, and what better way to do so than to get to know them- in the carnal sense that is.

There are no problems with this plan in Rodimus’s mind. There are many in Ultra Magnus’s. Magnus engages in some unfortunate(for Rodimus) damage control as head of Cybertronian Resources. Rodimus is not easily deterred.

Read on AO3 here! Other Chapters Here!

FIC TAGS: Rodimus/Everyone(But y’know, not like. EVERYONE. Just a lot of various background characters and also more specifically with some others), Takes place post dark cybertron, but pre the whole ship disappearing thing and the mutiny, smut, Chastity, denial, Rodimus is a slut, Ongoing humiliation, HR Violations as comedy, Ultra Magnus is clueless, sticky sexual interfacing, comedy, sexual comedy, dubious consent (if you squint and tilt your head), contains illustrations

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Authors notes: Ok so my personal headcanon is that Swerve can absolutely get it, and the whole crew would probably let swerve hit on some capacity, but he never wants to ask so he's very pent up. I think he and rodimus fuck a lot as well, like out of convenience.

CHAPTER TAGS: rodimus/swerve, blowjobs, oral fixation, subspace(I think??? rodimus gets loopy from how horny he is), dirty talk(but like in a swerve will not shut up kind of way)

Rodimus was adjusting to his punishment quicker than Ultra Magnus had expected. He appeared to be more efficient during his shifts, still fidgeting in the captains chair, but now no longer interfering and bothering those others on duty. Magnus was exceptionally pleased with his work in the past 3 cycles. He could practically already hear the joy coming just around the corner for Rodimus, when his efforts to become more professional rewarded him with the praise the prime so desired.

Ultra Magnus remained still by the captain’s side, listening to him confidently delegating, listening to the tone with which Rodimus ordered Mainframe to adjust their trajectory to closer suit their previous path. A more focused, concentrated expression set itself across Rodimus’s faceplate, a contemplative hand resting over his intake and chin. For once, Rodimus was keeping his field close to the chest, which Ultra Magnus decided must have been an intentional choice to maintain a professional face. The larger bot beamed internally, turning his gaze out to the observation window.

Hazarding a moment of praise, Ultra Magnus sent Rodimus a brief ping.

UM: Your professionalism is noted and appreciated, Captain.

Rodimus stiffened further in his chair, optics briefly flicking to Ultra Magnus before refocusing out the window.

After a moment of quiet, Rodimus responded.

R: Thank you, Magnus.

Ultra Magnus’s spark swelled with pride at Rodimus’s progress. If things were going this well after only 5 cycles, Magnus had no doubts that this punishment would be over sooner than either of them had expected.

“This is somehow worse than I ever could have thought.” Rodimus moaned, faceplate flaring purple with energon as his friends gazed piteously at the magnetizer around his panels. He had propped himself up on one of the table booths at Swerve’s, now being treated as a makeshift examination table as Whirl, Skids, Tailgate, and Swerve crowded around. It was off hours, and the bar was empty, save for the group that had gathered around the ailing captain.

“Is it really that awful?” Skids asked, cocking his head. “I mean… It’s not like it’s really constricting anything, yeah?”

“Well no, not NOW, but when I’m- Y’know, when the junk can’t exactly escape the trunk-” Rodimus gestured unhelpfully over his crotch, earning a stifled snicker from Whirl.

“Yeesh, yeah that sounds tough, Rodimus.” Tailgate winced sympathetically.

“Yeah, it is tough.” Rodimus huffed, crossing his arms over his chassis. “And can you believe ratchet didn’t take it off? My health could have been at risk and he didn’t even consider it!”

“Uh, yeah I can absolutely believe that Ratchet did that.” Skids chuckled.

“He could have at least checked!!” Rodimus glared at Skids, earning a slag eating grin. “I thought I was Ratchet’s friend, I can’t believe he’d let this happen to me.”

“Must be slowing ‘The Rodimus Apology Initiative’ down somethin fierce then, eh, Roddy?” Swerve asked, nudging Tenn in a different direction to mop a half dry energon spill off the ground.

“I’m still trying to squeeze as many meetings in as I can, but they take longer to bounce back from now.” Rodimus sighed, sitting up and going to slide off the side of the table.

“Wait! I bet I could get it off!” Whirl piped up. Rodimus turned to him hopefully. “Just lay back down, trust me.” Whirl snickered, clacking his sharp claws together. Rodimus’ tank squeezed uncomfortably at the idea of those things feeling around his junk.

“Ha Ha, I don’t think so.” Rodimus scoffed, shifting up off the table and stretching. He sat back down on the booth’s seat, snatching his engex cube up and taking a long, laboured swig.

“Y’know roddy, you could always just… not torture yourself with the meetings?” Tailgate pointed out.

“And forfeit connecting with my crew? For shame.” Rodimus placed an offended hand on his own chassis, faceplate aghast.

Skids looked as if he was about to say something as Siren’s voice crackled over the speakers.

“Attention Crew! We are currently on course to pass into a minor cosmic storm in 10 kliks. There is nothing to fear, however, we encourage all those not currently on duty in the engines and bridge to take shelter within their personal hab suite, so as to prevent any damage caused to communal areas. Thank you!”

The group took a moment to process, before sighing and beginning to disperse.

“Be seein you.” Skids nodded, stretching a bit before jogging out of the bar.

“Take care fellas!” Tailgate chirped before trotting away.

“Good luck with you spike issues!” Whirl snickered halfway through his transformation.

Rodimus groaned, slowly taking a long sip of engex. He wasn’t exactly feeling hot in the panels, but all that observation had done something to liven him at least a bit. He felt warm, just on the edge of pleasant and uncomfortable, like an itch you can reach but never seem to satisfy.

Swerve gathered up the empty cubes the group had left, wandering to put them away. He noticed Rodimus was lingering and cleared his vocalizer.

“So uh… wanna come back to mine for some holovids?” Swerve asked.

“Frag yes.” Rodimus answered.

(go to my AO3 for the illustrated version)

It wasn’t as if this was the first time he and Swerve had fooled around like this. Far from it in fact. Whenever there was downtime, the two of them always seemed to be in the right place at the right time to blow off some steam.

This was different though.

“Y’know, he actually ad libbed that line, it was like- Ah- s-slower please- it was like a stroke of genius, right?” Swerve babbled, his clumsy digits petting at the side of Rodimus’s helm. The couch was comfortable under Rodimus’s side, giving his knee joints a much needed break as he laid his helm across Swerve’s lap and attended to the minibot’s spike. The captain lazily dragged his glossa around the side of his shaft, mouthing at the tip gently. His optics felt glazed and unfocused, gazing out at the holovid screen and only halfway understanding what was going on.

Apparently it was a human parody of another human movie, something about their approximation of space travel before they’d really achieved anything in that field outside of throwing some of them to their moon. Rodimus swiped his glossa over Swerve’s tip, gathering the prefluid that had beaded there and swallowing it down.

“A-ah-AND! See, there, they’re like, doin kind of a riff on how in the original movies-” Swerve choked as Rodimus sank his helm down on his spike, taking it easily into his mouth. “Ghh-hah- Roddy-”

Rodimus hummed lowly, indicating for him to keep talking. He didn’t really know why he did, Swerve was a thousand times more annoying like this. He was a lot less chatty when Rodimus was spiking him, and the constant trivia about this movie wasn’t exactly a turn on. Under different circumstances, Rodimus might have been inclined to file this night away in his memory banks as yet another sub par interfacing.

Rodimus felt his fans flare a bit as Swerve’s hand absently stroked over his jaw and neck cabling. Rodimus huffed weakly, dragging his glossa gently up the underside of Swerve’s spike.

“I- hah… I really gotta make you watch Star Wars sometime…” He said, digits stroking over the cables at the back of Rodimus’s neck. “Ouh- I think you’d love Han, he’s like T-t-Taa-ahah- t-totally your style-”

“Mhhmm….?” Rodimus hummed out, slowly pulling his helm back up to lay wet kisses against Swerve’s tip. He was really trying to keep this casual, genuinely, he knew this was just some fun like they usually had… but primus… it felt like he was on fire. Heat oozed from his plating, so much so Rodimus was worried he might melt through the couch cushions. His processor was getting those popups again, warning him of his overcharged frame and his closed panels causing him elevated discomfort, as if he couldn’t feel them himself without the warning.

Rodimus’s optics flickered as Swerve’s digits found a sensitive spot just below his audial. He shuddered and let out a long curl of steam against the minibot’s spike.

“Oh totally,” Swerve panted a bit, grateful for the reprieve, “He’s like a smuggler, but he becomes a hero. It’s all super cool.”

“... cool…” Rodimus agreed, tilting his helm into Swerve’s touch.

“Honestly though? You might like Star Trek better, it’s like the human version of whatever we’re doin, y’know? Explorin the universe?” Swerve’s servo gently urged Rodimus back to work. Rodimus gratefully took the spike back into his mouth halfway, bobbing his head. He was lucky for the other mech’s lack of endowment, or his throat would have been shredded by then. He savoured the blocky seams and soft mesh of Swerve’s shaft, greedily laving his glossa against a flickering biolight and shivering at the lick of charge that rippled down his throat.

The lack of attention Rodimus’s array was getting left his whole frame feeling sensitive. Each gush of prefluid Swerve left on his tongue left the bigger mech’s intake tingling pleasantly, like his whole head was filled with comfortable static. His glossa in particular felt afferent, conducting each spark of charge down through Rodimus’s frame and leaving him quivering. Somewhere in his slowed down processor, his mind produced the image of him overloading just from oral sensation alone. Rodimus whimpered and squeezed his legs tighter around his panels.

“You ok, cap?” Swerve asked, finally turning his face to look at him. He went to place a comforting hand on rodimus’s shoulder plating, only to draw it back with a hiss. “Ah- you’re burnin up-!”

Rodimus sluggishly pried himself off Swerve’s spike, licking his own drool from his dermas. Primus, even they felt sensitive. “‘M fine, Swerve.” He said, immediately going back to mouthing at Swerve’s tip.

“H-hah- If you're uh- If you’re sure- just- Ah- Y’know um-” He reset his vocalizer, digits stroking over the backs of his forehelm finials. “It’s cool if you wanna stop- I don’t want you to overheat or anything-”

I don’t want to stop, I want to keep going, I want to keep using my mouth like this, I want to taste your-

Rodimus pulled back again, just briefly. “I can’t leave a bot hurting like this.” He murmured, tucking one of his arms up under Swerve’s leg and gently rubbing an overcharged digit against Swerve’s valve. Swerve made a noise like his engine was stalling, servo suddenly tightly grasping Rodimus’s finial.

“J-just focus on the spike, Roddy-” Swerve gasped out, steam hissing out through his gritted dentas. Rodimus drew his hand back. On another night he might have pouted about it, but the bartender’s digits gripping at his finials made his processor feel even fuzzier than it already was.

“Uhuh…” Rodimus mumbled, swallowing thickly before returning to his task.

Swerve’s thumb caressed gently up the backside of his finial, grazing at the tip. A lick of charge fizzled between their contact. “I don’t wanna finish too soon… wanna keep your intake on me-ah- as long as possible…”

Rodimus bit back a needy whine, feeling his fans bursting out another gust of hot steam. He rested his helm against Swerve’s retracted modesty panel and licked slowly at the topside of his spike.

“Y’know, its nice you’re doin’ these apologies, I can’t remember the last time ya sucked my spike… you could work on bein’ more generous.” Swerve chuckled breathlessly, canting his hips up to smear the tip of his spike against Rodimus’s cheek.

I never do this because you never shut up. Rodimus thought to himself dazedly.

“... uhuh?” He mewled out, tilting his helm to lay an apologetic kiss against Swerve’s tip.

“Yeah, with an intake like this? ‘S downright greedy not to share.” He scolded teasingly, his servo wandering off of Rodimus’s helm and over his spoiler. Rodimus shuddered, his optics flickering and resetting without permission as Swerve dragged his digits through the gathering coolant there.

Rodimus stopped trying to form coherent thoughts at that point. He let out a desperate, weak moan, obediently licking and mouthing at Swerve’s spike as the minibot groaned lowly in approval.

The kliks came slower after that. It felt like he’d switched his processor off, his movements sluggish and lingering, desperate to taste and feel every crevice and edge and cable Swerve’s spike had to offer. He could distantly feel his panels were wet and leaking again, but Swerve’s digits were petting his spoiler and back plating and finials so gently, melting every worry away.

He could distantly hear Swerve still talking, mentioning the movie, trivia, calling the actors by name like old friends. Occasionally Swerve would say something nice about Rodimus’s intake, or his frame, sending sparks of charge down his overheated body and making him wriggle.

Rodimus felt Swerve’s servo shift, finally urging him to go faster. He wrapped his dermas tight around Swerve’s shaft and began to rock his head. He let his optics flicker off, a dazed giddiness gathering in his overheated processor as he swallowed more and more of the other bot’s prefluid.

“-Rodimus- oh primus- frag-!” Swerve’s vocalizer was raw and glitchy, his hips no longer able to keep from bucking up into his captain’s intake.

Rodimus hollowed his cheeks and pushed his head down further, greedily swallowing around Swerve’s twitching, straining spike.

“A-ah- Oh- Frag, Roddy, I’m gonna- fuck- Like that-!” Swerve babbled out, digits going taught around Rodimus’s spoiler and finials.

Rodimus’s frame surged with excess charge as Swerve unloaded into him, filling his throat with sticky, hot transfluid as the minibot tensed and gasped out steam. Rodimus’s body was alight with energy, his plating flaring and clamping and shaking with unspent charge. It had nowhere to go but out into heat through his desperate, wheezing fans, unable to vent off the heat fast enough. Rodimus felt like his processor was melting, thick and gooey and slow like blown glass. He moaned dumbly.

Swerve finally went still, chassis heaving as he tried to regain control of his vents. “Primus- haaaaaahh….” He wheezed, shakily letting go of Rodimus’s kibble. “... you ok, cap?”

Rodimus pulled back, clearing his vocalizer. “Nnnhhaaahh….” came his glitchy reply. He reset his vocalizer again, offlining his optics and shaking his helm as he began to finally dismiss the army of popups in his processor. “J-just peachy, bud, don’t you worry.”

Rodimus shifted, beginning to return to a sitting position. He made a point not to acknowledge how drenched his thighs were, or the puddle he’d left on Swerve’s couch, in the hopes that Swerve wouldn’t notice.

“Good god, Roddy, what the frag did I do that made that happen?” Swerve snickered. Rodimus cursed internally.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, embarrassment hot in his tanks.

“I thought you were exaggerating about the whole leaking thing, man, you should get that checked out-”

“I did!!” Rodimus sniped hoarsely, still trying to get his vocalizer under control. “Ratchet graciously told me he wouldn’t take it off and gave me some stuff to keep me from overheating.”

“You could ask First Aid?” Swerve suggested, sliding off the couch and closing his panels.

“... I guess. I doubt he’d do anything about it, he’d just defer to Ratchet.” Rodimus huffed. He was still trying to cycle his fans back down. There was steam hissing from between his plating in embarrassing, non-vent places. He must have looked obscene.

Swerve thought for a long, uncharacteristically quiet moment. He returned to the couch with a towel to begin mopping up Rodimus’s mess. The captain bit down on his lower derma to keep quiet as the soft fabric pressed against his panels and inner thighs. He’d never missed that awful, painful overload Blaster had given him more. “Well if you can’t convince any medical staff to get it off ya, there’s always the scientists?”

Rodimus raised his brow ridges. He hadn’t considered that. He began to do the calculations in his processor. Perceptor might be a hard sell, but Brainstorm might be more inclined. He didn’t know Nautica well enough to judge her thoughts on the matter, but it couldn’t hurt to find out.

“That… Is a very good point, Swerve.” Rodimus mused, a scheming smirk slowly pulling at his dermas.

“As you can see, the damage to the hull is negligible, however, if left, could pose some problems in the future.”

Rodimus nodded sagely at Mainframe’s words. “We’ll slow the engines a bit then, send out some maintenance crew to the hull to patch the worst parts. We can dock somewhere later on to address the more minor stuff when we have the time.”

“Yes, Captain.” Mainframe nodded.

“Blaster, send the maintenance crew my orders, please.” Rodimus called, turning on his heel as Blaster relayed the message. He made his way back to the captain’s seat, about to sit down when the shift change ping appeared in his processor.

Right on time, Megatron entered the bridge, nodding to Ultra Magnus as he passed him. Rodimus bit back a frown and also nodded back at Megatron’s curt greeting.

Rodimus cleared his vocalizer a bit, wandering up to Ultra Magnus. “I’m going to consult with Brainstorm about fixing the ship’s shield generators.” He lied, keeping his tone professional and stiff. It felt more like he was doing an Ultra Magnus impression than anything else.

A little spark of guilt bloomed in his chassis when the larger mech’s dermas quirked up in the smallest of smiles. He could feel the unearned pride in Magnus’s field. “Very good, sir.”

Rodimus offered a halfhearted smile, before turning and strolling off down the hallway. It took about 2 kliks of considering how easily he’d get that magnetizer off before all his guilt melted away into giddy excitement, and his faceplate was set in a smug, impish grin.

There was absolutely no way this could go wrong.

#transformers #valveplug #my fic #my art #rodimus #swerve #rodimus/swerve #rodiswerve #/nsfw #mtmte #transformers mtmte #maccadam

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epickiya722 · 2 months

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While I won’t deny that there is some misogyny in Hori giving Mirko and his other female characters costumes that expose more skin (mainly for fan service) whereas male characters get costumes made from their dna so they don’t have to be half naked, people hating on Mirko BECAUSE of her costume is so laughable since her leotard is meant to look like the one-piece bodysuits wrestlers wear and her hero alias was even inspired by a real life wrestler

It is very damn laughable.

At most, the female characters do expose skin.

But the male characters also service fanservice, if not more. It's just that people are so use to male characters going shirtless during fights, I feel like it just flies over their head that some of those moments are fanservice.

Need a whole board to count the amount of time Midoriya and other male characters went shirtless. That one shot of Todoroki after he almost killed Midoriya after their match? Yeah, the way it's shot, even in the anime, that's fanservice. The costumes are tight, and there are scenes to showcase how tight to give emphasis on the muscles. Crust's costume exposes his abs and thighs and Vlad King's got a whole cleavage window.

That AFO scene when he regenerates his body and he's all buff and nude? That was fanservice.

That scene when Mr. Compress shows his face? Fanservice. Shigaraki and Dabi have became walking moments of fanservices.

What reason does Shigaraki actually need to be shirtless?? After season 5, he can't keep a shirt on. Dabi? "It's to show his scars." Oh, that, too! But it's obvious the team caught on that he has fans that want to lick him. Hence, his recent costume change.

If people gotta talk about the fanservice over Miruko, then bring the same energy for the male characters and the female characters more. That's what bothers me.

Miruko is designed to reference an actual kickboxer. Mirko Cro Cop is a real person (even referenced in the first chapter of JJK which tickles me because it was for Itadori, who is my other favorite. Yeah, Horikoshi and Gege read other's stories and are friends). If the wrestling gimmick wasn't clear enough, her backstory has her wear a mask like a wrestler does and she fights others... in a wrestling ring!! She fights like a wrestler!

So her costume actually makes a lot of sense! Both in the case of her fighting style and aesthetic.

Yes, some of the designs for the female characters could be a little better, but it's the amount of energy people want to bring to voicing their hatred about Miruko's actual pretty tame costume to everyone else. She ain't the only damn body in the story serving fanservice, so stop acting like she is.

And considering that Miruko is also a grown woman is always what make me even more confused.

In the case of Yaomomo and Hagakure, it makes sense people would be uncomfortable. They are still teenagers, just 16. I'm sure we all are tired of the teen girls being half nude for fanservice trope.

But Miruko? That woman is almost 30. I would expect for people to thirst over her just as much as they do the other characters. Grown women are allowed to be sexy.

Oh, my bad. Apparently not. I forgot how people get upset with women who are confident in their sexual appeal and want to show it off.

The same people who complain about Miruko being sexy are the same people who probably read smut posts about Bakugou.

The way the fandom acts towards Miruko is the point of my post from yesterday.

Y'all hate her costume, but don't mind it on your character for your obvious horny reasons. A lot of the fics and art was horny.

Call Horikoshi a "misogynist", but some of you ain't even no better because of your treatment of Miruko. If you're gonna complain about her costume being "too much", then I need to see that for almost every single body on that same post. People like to say "You're just horny for her", well, what's the problem? Same people who complain that Miruko fans find her attractive are the same people who find their own faves attractive and only that. Some of you probably can't remember your fave's favorite food or their birthday. So I'm trying see what's the problem.

"Oh, here's another Miruko butt shot."

That's the only butt shot you noticed? Hm... kind of odd to be specific about a Miruko butt shot instead of "Oh, here's another butt shot". Is it just me who smells the absolute bullshit that this fandom is sometimes? Just me? Could be just me.

And it's not even just the costume that bothers me.

#kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #miruko #mirko #rumi usagiyama #usagiyama rumi #I'M SHIFTING INTO MIRUKO FANGIRL MODE #💜🐇🌙

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astroluvr · 2 years

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Angel Girl

summary: you and jack are in the process of getting divorced- on your terms, but when he sees you again at a party, things take a left.

warnings: there is smut- like 2/3 smut, so minors DNI!! for everyone else, this story contains: jealous!jack, toxic!jack, slight degrading, slight choking, car sex, ass slapping, humiliation, and i'm pretty sure that's it lol

a/n: this is my first and last time ever writing smut and i also don't really read smut, so if it sucks, you can tell me. it also took me a month to write this, so i apologize for any awkwardness and any inconsistency throughout and the sloppy ending. this will more than likely be the worst smut you'll ever come across, but that's probably a good thing. i hope you enjoy!!

People told the two of you when you first got eloped after a year of being together that you were moving too fast, but your hearts and minds were impenetrable forces in the fever pitch of your love. From there, things moved even faster- and eventually in different directions.

It wasn’t that you two fell out of love, but instead realizing it just wasn’t for the best. You gave up the battle long before Jack did, despite how much it hurt you to. You were young and there was still so much that you two had to offer to the world before you drained yourselves with the effort of keeping a flame alive.

You found a new confidence and security within yourself and your personal ventures that you didn’t know you lost and Jack’s career flourished over the months. Nothing slowed down for either of you afterwards.

It was a hot summer night somewhere in a rich neighborhood where people had houses dedicated to throwing parties. You didn’t even know the owner of the house, but it was an extended invitation that you weren’t going to miss out on. Claiming it was in the name of your promotion, you put on the hottest outfit in your closet and made yourself look as good as you felt.

All the windows and doors were open and letting in the muggy air. Your body was sticky and even the wine cooler in your hand was starting to sweat. You giggled to your friend as you held it up to your head and leaned back against a wall with her.

“This is nice.” you laughed after she tipped her own drink in your mouth. You grimaced at the taste and remembered how partial Angie was to strong drinks.

“Yeah, I feel like I never see you anymore.”

“You live right around the corner, Ang.”

“Yeah, but you’re always working and stressing out over the divorce.”

“Separation.” you corrected her quietly and she gave you a side eye. “And I’m not stressed about it. It’s just that every time I try to talk to Jack about it... he clams up. Talks about getting back together and he gets weird.”

“Weird how?” Angie asked, and the moment she saw a frown form on your lips and your shoulder slump, she stopped you short. “As a matter of fact, I don’t want to hear it. We’ll discuss it when we’re hungover tomorrow. Tonight, you need to catch a body, girl.”

You laughed at her bluntness and grew warmer than you already were. “Angie!”

“No, I am sick and tired of hearing about your bitch-ass ex-husband-to-be.” she set her cup down and ushered you to take a long sip out of your own drink. “He stressed you out enough when you were together.”

After giving her a quick peck on the cheek, you grabbed her hand and danced your way into the center of the party, where the music blasted and sweaty bodies grinded against each other’s. You had no intention of going home with anybody besides Angie for the mandatory night-out sleepover, but that didn’t mean you weren’t feeling yourself or the eyes on you as you danced to the music.

With Angie as your hype woman, you slowly worked your way closer to the floor with her chanting behind you. You were all laughs and giggles as you danced and traded places with Angie as she pulled out moves that were more advanced than your own. It was when the two of you were hugging on to each other while yelling out moves that the crowd wafted away and a few people pulled out their phones.

You couldn’t quite catch who was at the door, but it was obvious that you were distracted because you totally missed the deep voice that drew your attention.

“Y/N.” Angie hissed, unravelling from you as a handsome man came into view. “Sorry, she hates crowds.” You glanced at Angie for her lame excuse, but she shrugged aggressively.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” you smiled politely, and held out your hand. “Nice to meet you.”

The man in front of you looked down at your hand with a smile and you began to retract it in embarrassment, but he caught it quickly and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. With a soft giggle, you pulled it from his loosening grip and clasped your hands behind your back. Angie caught your eye over his shoulder and with a quiet whistle, she disappeared back onto the dance floor.

“I’m Garret.”

“Hi, Garret.” you said quietly, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“I can’t quite hear you over the music.” his said, and you went to repeat yourself, but he tilted his head back to the kitchen. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter? I want to hear everything you have to say.”

“Okay,” you agreed, nodding your head and letting him lead you away.

You weren’t nearly wasted, so you indulged yourself in another wine cooler that sat in a cooler behind the bar. You held one out for Garret, but he shook his head. “I’m a scotch kind of guy.”

“Good to know.” you smiled at him as he leaned back. “Too strong for me.”

Garret laughed as he picked up a bottle of it and poured it into a shot glass. “I’m surprised. You seem like the fun-loving type.”

“I don’t come out to stuff like this often. My bones can’t keep up with it.” you joked and Garret laughed. “What about you?”

“Um, I’m not really a party guy. We were just supposed to be bar-hopping.”

“That’s how they get you.” you sighed jokingly and Garret laughed.

“I like you.”

“Well, thank you. I’m really glad our paths crossed tonight.”

“Do you want to dance with me?” he asked, and you nodded setting down your drink and following him back into the center of the house.

Your hips were already moving just a few inches away from his front as he held your hand behind your head. You laughed when he spun you around and tugged you close to his chest. He stared down at you underneath the dark lights and a surge of confidence ran through your body and you licked your lips before getting close to him.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he whispered in your ear as you grinded against him, trailing your hands along his sides.

You tilted your head coyly with a teasing pout. “But we just started dancing.”

“I know, but I don’t know if I’ll make it through this.” he chuckled when you crouched the slightest bit and looked at him through your eyebrows.

“Hang in there, tiger.” you breathed out, and the man’s breath hitched as you continued your sensual grinding.

There was no doubt about your effect on him as the sweat glistened on his forehead under the lights while he stared at you slack-jawed. You felt powerful as you worked your way around him, feeling the way he flirted with boundaries each time he carefully placed a hand anywhere below your waist. You smiled at him invitingly, but he was still too scared.

As you stood up straight, pressing your chest to his and getting dangerously close to his lips, you saw a head of the unruliest curls. Garret continued to stare as you kept your fiery gaze on the tall figure that cut through the crowd with confidence and an air of dominance that made your heart flutter. Your hold on Garret’s shoulders loosened when Jack locked eyes with you.

“Hey, do you want to go somewhere else?” you didn’t give Garret time to answer when you started to walk away, causing him to follow you.

“Uh, does m-my place sound good? Or I could get us a nice hotel?” you turned around to give him an answer- being that you had no interest in either of those places, but a loud call of your name stole your attention.

“Y/N!” with just a few feet away from the front door, where traffic was steady, Jack was approaching you both with an eager grin. “Hey, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” you immediately muttered, much to Garret’s confusion.

“Do you know him?” Garret asked you, putting up a macho charade as Jack got closer. “Hey, man, if you’re drunk, you need to stay away from her.”

Jack’s smile got wider as he looked down at you with an incredulous grin before looking back at Garret- whom he towered over, and taking in his puffed chest and pursed lips before laughing.

“I’m her husband, goofy, who the fuck are you?”

“Jack.” you hissed, and he looked down at you with a shrug.

“You’re married! You were going to let me take you home with your husband here?” Garret looked appalled and all you wanted to do was pinch Jack for stirring this up.

You turned around, but not before throwing Jack an angry look. “No, I’m sorry. Jack and I aren’t an item.”

“But he’s your husband?”

“Legally, technically, yes.”

“Yo, I’m not into that kind of stuff. I’m not a freak like that.” Garret took a step back and your cheeks warmed.

“No, we’re married, but only in the eyes of the court.” you tried again, but it was useless.

“I think I’m going to pass on this one. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. If you weren’t married, we would’ve hit it off, I’m sure.”

“I’m sorry about all of this.” you said, but he was long gone before you could quite finish your sentence.

With a huff, you turned around to Jack who had on the tightest white tee shirt and a pair of blue jeans. You weren’t sure if it was the deprivation getting to you, but he got hotter every time you saw him. Of course, perhaps that was because of his rigorous training to get in better shape for tour or whatever genetics he had, but it was irresistible, which is why it took you so long to remember you were supposed to be mad at him.

“Hi, angel girl.” he said cheerfully, getting close enough for you to push your hands against. “I didn’t mean to mess with your boyfriend.”

“You are so aggravating, Jack.” you shook your head, and scoffed at him.

“I was just messing with him.” he defended, seeming more agitated than anything. “I didn’t tell him a single lie. We’re married.”

“We’re over. It’s only paperwork.”

“Paperwork that meant the world two years ago.” he mocked, before changing his demeanor in your silence. “You’re mad because now you think you aren’t gonna get laid?”

The music seemed a lot louder before Jack arrived, and now he was taking over your senses. The black light and strobing LEDs were replaced by his darkened blue eyes, the smell of weed and sweat became his cologne, and all you could hear was his voice that deepened with every word that edged closer to his taunt.

“I’m not doing this with you tonight.” you rejected him, turning around on your heel out of the door even though you had no way home outside of Angie who was playing beer pong on top of someone’s shoulders.

Before you could even make it a few steps away, two large hands were clutching onto your waist and pulling you back. Your back met Jack’s chest, eliciting an involuntary shudder. Even though you didn’t even try to fight him, his grip got tighter and his beard grazed against your skin as he lowered his mouth closer to your ear.

“Let’s go outside, hm? Because I’d love to know where this attitude is coming from.” he whispered, and you pursed your lips. “I’m not a fan of it, if I’m being honest.”

“Jack, I-”

“Outside, angel.” he let go of your waist and instead placed his hands on your arms, guiding you outside.

You kept your head down as Jack navigated you to the door that was already open. A few people stood outside on the porch with drinks and smoke, and they greeted the star accordingly. If it wasn’t for him removing his hands to dap them up, you wouldn’t have realized how cold it was.

“You alright?” he asked, when he put one of his hands on your lower back and you nodded.

“Just cold.”

“I’ll turn the heat on in the car.”

You weren’t sure how he was able to do it. The way Jack was able to lock eyes with you and snub out the fire that you set inside the party came so naturally. You were nervous in a sense, but it seemed like time was moving too slow for your taste as he took long strides towards his Jeep that was parked a little further away from the rest of the cars.

“I wasn’t going to sleep with him.” you said timidly, and Jack only spared you a quiet glance before looking up towards the moonlight.

“I know, angel.”

“How would you know that?” you frowned, stopping in your tracks when you remembered who were dealing with.

The haze that his dominating presence wore off as you realized just who you were dealing with. A smug, cocky man who always expected to get his way. It only took Jack a few seconds to turn around and look you up and down with an amused smile playing on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Not this! I’m not getting in the car with you, so you can sweet-talk me into a dinner or something and then turn it into us getting back together. I’m done, Jack. I’m done with all of it.”

Jack didn’t say anything further, he only continued to walk towards his car.

“Don’t do that, Jack. You know how much I hate when you walk away when I’m talking to you.” you started to follow him against your better judgement. “Jack!”

“You said you don’t want to do this, so we won’t. If you want to go back to that party and dance with random guys that aren’t man enough to fuck you, go right ahead.”

“Who do you think you are?!” you got closer to him and Jack glared down at you. “We are separated, Jack, the only thing that’s left is to sign the papers. We’re over, so you don’t have the right to walk into my life when you feel like it and talk about who you think I might be fucking.”

Jack’s nostrils flared before he grabbed you again and pinned you against the outside of the car roughly. “I’m your husband.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.” you told him finally, straining as he got closer to you, his eyes on your lips and yours on his. “We’re over.”

“You want to know what I’m over? What I'm sick and tired of?”

“What?” you asked roughly and Jack licked his lips before straightening his posture and looking down at you.

“I’m fed up with this fucking attitude.” he told you before grabbing your wrists and tugging you against his chest. You didn’t have a choice but to look up at him. “And I'm really tired of your mouth. And I’m sick and tired of you acting like you don’t miss me, angel.”

His last sentence was low as his firm frown turned into a smirk. You willed yourself to not have a reaction, although Jack’s hold on your mind and body was making a fool out of you.

“Still, though, I want to apologize.” he released your wrists and gave you a falsely sympathetic look. You didn’t say anything, given that Jack had taken over the moment- perhaps one he’d been waiting on. “For scaring off your dick for the night. Wouldn’t have been as good as mine, but we both know that. So let me make it up to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You need it, angel girl.” Jack laughed out in amusement and you glared at him with all the dignity you could muster. “Fuck, I need it.”

When you didn’t immediately protest, Jack’s hands attached to your hips that he used to press you further against the car. His lips suckled to each sensitive spot on your skin masterfully. Your own hands fell to the metal of the car as you became even more determined to not allow Jack to win your body just yet.

It became harder to purse your lips as his beard irritated every body part he nipped or kissed at, and his hands gripped your hips and waist. Jack must’ve taken notice, which wasn’t surprising, because when he looked up at your face from your neck, he couldn’t help but laugh and run his thumb against your lips.

“Damn, it’s like that?” he chuckled, shaking his head before kissing your chin and standing straight to look you in your eyes. “Come on, Y/N, we both know that mouth makes much prettier noises than saying shit you don’t mean.”

You kept quiet once more and Jack raised his eyebrows before talking. “Maybe I’ve lost my touch, then. Forgot all the spots that had you falling apart just a few months ago. Is that it? Because I don’t want to embarrass myself, baby, if I’m not making you feel good, stop me now.”

“No.” was all you could utter, and it was clear you would’ve been better off keeping your mouth shut because Jack only teased you further.

“No, I’m not making you feel good or no, don’t stop?”

“Don’t stop.” your voice was airy and complacent, feeding into his irritating ego.

“What was that?” he got closer, getting his ear closer to your mouth.

“I said, don’t stop, Jack.”

“Why not? Why don’t you want me to stop?” he egged you on further and you whined childishly. “That’s not an answer.”

Jack’s smug blue eyes landed on you again, and you let out a heavy breath.

“I don’t want you to stop because I want you to fuck me. I want you to keep making me feel good.” you twisted your foot into the gravel as you faced Jack’s pensive expression. “Please, Jack.”

“There she is.” Jack grinned and another sigh escaped from deep within your chest. “Want me?”

“Yes, please.”

Jack bathed in your submissiveness, his hard-on becoming painful when you became something resembling putty as he opened his front door and sent the chair back before sliding in and pulling you onto his lap. You were sat right against his crotch and before you could even take a breather, he was tearing the fabric of your top.

You gasped at the way things picked up so quickly, but Jack couldn’t be bothered to slow down. Your head flew back and you hardly noticed the evening chill finding its way into the car.

“Jack, p-people are gonna see.” you breathed out while he kissed along your breasts that were sitting in your lacy bra- that you were rather surprised he hadn’t ripped. Your top was still straggling on your arms as he palmed at your stomach.

“I don’t care.” he gripped your hips when you leaned up at an effort to reach for the door and you whined. “It’ll tell everyone you’re mine, won’t it? Since you like to lead men on and make ‘em think you don’t already have someone taking care of you.”

You wished you could dispute it, but even as much you declined and tried to make it clear that his “care” wasn’t necessary, you couldn’t. When you first broke up, Jack was rather subtle about making sure your car was kept up or you weren’t giving yourself a headache trying to figure out how you were going to pay your bills- although that was never really a problem for you, and you only contributed it to making things amicable.

It was soon after that the few hundred dollars every other week, all kinds of pretty clothes being sent to you, and transfers to get yourself ‘something nice’ became overbearing. No matter how much you appreciated it all, it wasn’t very helpful when it came to trying to have Jack understand that it wasn’t his place anymore.

Once you blocked him on all everything, and started returning things to sender, Jack got to you through your friends. You had no clue how many times your friends secretly swiped their cards with the money Jack sent to treat you before you caught on.

“I keep telling you, Jack. You don’t need to do that.”

“Even if you keep trying to tell me that you’re not my wife, I married you and I made you a promise. No piece of paper will ever undo that.” he whispered, unclasping your bra and making you whine when he pulled it away slowly and the rest of your shirt fell by his feet. “I’m going to take care of you forever, whatever you could ever possibly want or need, I’ll make sure you have it.”

One of the most damning things Jack could ever do to you, is talk. It didn’t even have to be dirty talk, not one lewd word had to fall from his lips for him to get what he wanted from you. Even towards the end when the arguments were tiring, he could hold your eye contact and lower his voice to a gravelly hilt, and you would be as good as gone.

The same way he talked to calm you down was the same way he talked as he lifted up your skirt to bunch up right above your hips and inching his fingers up your inner thigh to meet your warm core. Your heart pounded and you swallowed as if you nervous and this was uncharted.

“I can’t clean up all the mess I've made, sweetheart, I know that, but I can start here. I can start with you.”

His words carried a layer of guilt and acknowledgment, and it wasn’t everything, it wasn’t going to be the first brick to build the house, but it was enough. It was enough for you to nod and spread your legs invitingly before leaning to kiss him.

“Thank you, angel.”

“Just this once, Jack.” you mumbled against his lips as he slid your underwear to the side and felt him hum against your lips. “Being serious.”

“I know.” he said dismissively before capturing your lips at the same time his fingers slid into you.

You hadn’t forgotten him or how it felt when he touched you. It was like relighting an old candle, the spark and fire that spread from the bottom of your was the same as it was all before. You writhed on his lap and Jack’s other hand wrapped around your lower back to keep you still. The sound of your arousal and loud moans filled the car as you rocked onto his fingers.

“Fuck, Jack. Fuck.” you couldn’t help but let out a pant and kiss him hotly once more before grinding into him.

“I still got it?”

“Mmhmm.” you swallowed, gripping his wrist as he curled his fingers inside of you. “Jack, this- this isn’t enough. I need you.”

“You sure you can take it? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“Shut up.” you uttered without thinking, and your and Jack’s eyes flickered onto each other’s at the same time. Yours were a lot more nervous, though, especially when he squinted and removed his fingers as you whined. “Jack, I’m-”

“This mouth,” he interjected, licking his own lips and pushing his slick fingers into your mouth. You suckled at a lame attempt at avoiding his next move, but it was obviously no use when he clucked his tongue and pulled his fingers away. “It’s going to get you in a lot of trouble with me, angel. Keep trying to play brat and I swear, you’re going to come crawling back and begging me to fuck you again, and I know you don’t want that.”

The tension was palpable as you stared at his stern expression. “Please, Jack. Please, baby.” you rolled your head desperately as you massaged uselessly at his shoulders. “C’mon.”

He swallowed tensely before his chest tensed and one of his hands slipped down to put the seat back. You immediately took it as a chance to rub over his chest and trail your hands down to the strained fabric of his jeans that was right above your core grinding against Jack’s rough denim.

“You’re all mine tonight, you know that, right?”

“Mmhmm.” you hummed, palming him while you hissed as you elicited your own pleasure.

Before you could fall into a decent groove, Jack’s large hand gripped your chin and forced you to look down at him. The street lights were no more than ambience lighting as they illuminated his features, capturing the light that escaped his hooded blue eyes, the gloss of his plump lips, and the shine that coursed through his hair. Beneath you, he was still yours. For as much as you pushed, he pulled.

“Say that.” he muttered, low and raspy, while your mouth opened in close.

“I’m yours tonight.” you whispered back and Jack smirked before bucking up his hips into your hand.

“Alright, then.”

With the nod towards his visibly hard crotch, you unbuttoned his pants with jittery hands, and looked up at him to find him still waiting for you to do something. When you paused for a moment too long, growing nervous, Jack’s husky voice filled the car to bring you reassurance when he leaned up to kiss your forehead.

“You don’t have to. I won’t think anything of it.”

“I want to.” you breathed out, and Jack raised his eyebrows. “It’s just been so long and I don’t want to... I don’t want it to be less than you expect.”

“You think I’m worried about how good it is when this is the closest, I've gotten to you in months, pretty girl?” Your cheeks warmed at his sentiment that made you shake your head as Jack’s hands trailed up your bare torso as he relaxed you with his touch. “I get to touch you, that’s all I care about.”

His thumbs grazed your peaked nipples and you released a choked-up moan as you leaned towards into his body. Jack rumbled at the back of his throat when he released himself from his pants, and felt you slide against his tip. The both of you moaned and gripped each other, Jack’s hand going to squeeze at your hip and your own to his bicep.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he huffed, gripping his shaft in his hand as he looked up at you. “You’re still sure?”

“Yes.” you mumbled, clutching the hem of his white shirt in excitement.

You both held eye contact as you lifted up on your ankles to allow Jack to guide his length towards your center. You pursed your lips and let your eyes slip shut as you held onto Jack’s shoulders and waited for the inevitable sting of the stretch overtake you.

“Fuck.”

“Oh, my- Jack.”

Your head fell and Jack helped lower your body to meet him. Both of your hearts were pounding in slow succession as Jack lifted back up to grind you against him and kiss along you.

“Missed the way you sat on this dick all pretty, baby.” you tilted your head back and quivered salaciously while he marked the column your neck. “Bet you missed the way it felt all in you, too, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“Yeah? Ride me like you mean it, then. Like you’re so sorry for being so mean to your husband.” he said as if he were a victim.

If you weren’t in such a daze, you would’ve shaken your head and said something snarky, but the only response you could offer to the way he rolled his hips and gripped your ass. You nodded and leaned up, placing your hands on his sides while looking down at him.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, baby.” he told you, fondling your breasts as you leaned back and set your pace and immersed yourself in the full feeling that Jack provided.

“You’re so big, J.” you rushed out through your moans and Jack smirked. “Fuck.”

You readjusted yourself to a more comfortable position and halted when the angle hit all the right spots. You cursed under your breath and Jack laughed as he grinded his own hips to match your languid rhythms.

“You’ve had so much mouth, angel, what happened?” he teased you condescendingly and you huffed when his two fingers found your clit and circled the bud even slower. Your mouth fell open and your eyes were quickly drawn to Jack’s. “Has all of this been your really cruel way of saying, ‘fuck me, Jack’?”

“Jack.” you swallowed, picking up your pace as you bucked your hips desperately when he removed his fingers and stopped fucking you. “Jack, please, baby.”

“All of that shit talk, and now look who’s fucking themselves.”

You hadn’t realized how quickly you’d picked up, lifting yourself and bucking your hips for the slightest bit of stimulation. The buzz in your body was nothing compared to the pure shock Jack could send up and through you in a matter of seconds. You knew what you had to do would give Jack more satisfaction than the tight squeeze your hole was giving him- and that was saying a lot as he bit his own lip.

“Please, Jack. Please, fuck me.” you begged, and you weren’t being granted a second of mercy as he sat up on his elbows and quirked an eyebrow curiously. “I can’t do it; I need you to.”

A tear slipped from your eye in a wretched attempt at pulling at the string that kept the ball in your stomach together. You bounced like there was nothing left for you when you got from on top of him, and it was almost enough to persuade him. Almost.

“Ask your husband to fuck you.” he told you, holding your chin and looking right into your teary eyes as you ground against him hopelessly.

“Please, fuck me, Jack.”

“Ask the man that gave you his last name to fuck you.”

“Please, Jack.”

“Is that what you want, Mrs. Harlow? You want me to be a good husband, right?”

“Y-Yes.” you pleaded, your hips growing sore and Jack’s hand around your chin finding a different place to squeeze right underneath your chin.

You looked at him and gripped his wrist that was connected to the hand around your neck. A tear slipped from your eye and down his arm, making him grin.

“Awe, poor Mrs. Harlow.” he said as you angled yourself forward with a new angle. “I want you to ask me to fuck you like you mean it, angel. This little act-” he tsked as if you weren’t giving your all into an orgasm. “It just isn’t doing it for me. Literally.”

Although he was lying straight through his teeth, it was almost embarrassing how you tugged at his wrist and leaned forward to capture his lips. It caught Jack off guard to a point where he had to brace your hips and chase away all that you had worked up to keep himself from bursting. You didn’t mind though as you continued to grind against his tip and tug at his hair while pulling away for untraceable pants of air.

“I want you, Jack. All I want is for you to fuck me. Just this once.” you panted and Jack’s cheeks flushed when you sank back onto “I’m all yours, Jack, I promise. Please, please.”

Jack didn’t let a moment of silence hang in the air before he thrusted upwards and made you gasp in shock. He had you reaching behind him and scratching at his rough denim in vain with the force and speed that he was filling you. His grunts followed your moans as you leaned back against the wheel and hung on to his forearms that were steadying your hips.

“Fuck!” you yelped out, your breasts bouncing against his face when he rested his forehead against your collarbones.

“You have- shit, no clue how bad I’ve got it for you still.” he said, driving into you until your eyes were rolling back and you could hardly process his words over the pure euphoria and skin against skin. “You’re not anyone else’s to touch besides mine, you got that?”

You couldn’t muster any response besides a lazy nod and hitched breath, which was in no world acceptable to Jack when he nipped at your chest and slapped the skin of your ass hard.

“You hear me?”

“Mm, yes.” you nodded, and Jack licked his lips before crashing them against yours.

“Don’t you ever forget who your husband is. Don’t ever forget your last name is Harlow. Don’t ever forget who’s making you see stars on their dick. The man you married.”

“I won’t. You’re my husband, Jack, I know.” you whispered in his ear and his hips stuttered at the sweet words.

It all came to you at once, a black flash and Jack registered it before you could. “Hold it.”

“I can’t, baby.” you whined, grinding your clit against a prominent vein for a chill up your spine.

“Hold it, angel. Or I swear-”

“Please don’t stop, Jack.” you sighed, and he grunted through his attempt to hold back.

“I won’t.”

Your actions became lazy as your orgasm approached you, and your arousal was coating the entirety of Jack’s cock. You dropped your head to his forehead and whimpered until he finally lost the pace he’d set. His fingers finding your clit once more bought you back to the tide and your legs shook as your climax wracked through your body moments before Jack shot into you.

“Holy-”

“Fuck.” he finished, fucking into you for a moment before finally reeling back.

Your legs gave out around him and your head fell to his shoulder while he kissed the hot, sticky skin he could find. You wrapped your arm around his neck and rode out the wave of pleasure before he was gripping the bottom of your thighs and kissing you gently to coax your attention.

“Lift up.”

“Jack,” you pouted, and he ran a hand through his bed of curls. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, but you can’t stay like this.” he told you and you huffed as he moved you back to his lap and his heart pattered when you fisted the back of his chain and lifted off of him. “I think I have a clean towel in here. Clean you up real quick.”

Jack made light work of your tired body and settled you to his passenger seat when he was done with a kiss. “Can I go back home with you?”

Jack pulled away from the closeness, but he was drawn back by your hand still playing in your hair. It was something he missed, the feeling of your fingers mindlessly twisting around in his curls and brushing the strands back into place before messing with another section. He missed the moments where if you weren’t in each other’s skins, it wasn’t enough.

“Of course, you can.” he reassured, pecking your swollen lips. “Are you okay, though? Would you feel better going back to your house?”

“Your house.” you said again, this time a lot softer and Jack nodded, relishing in the feeling of your hand trailing from the back of his neck to his cheek before it found your lap.

You sat in the white tee shirt that he was wearing and your miniskirt that was around your waist just moments ago. You felt more content with Jack than you did in a long time, in his passenger seat, and his clothes. You felt like you were his again.

Upon arriving to Jack’s house, memories flooded you again. The memories of arriving home late at night, where you could barely keep your head on your shoulders. The memories of rushing up to the front door to beat the other to the last of whatever desert that you were both craving. The memories of clothes not making it past the foyer.

Those were the memories that hit you first as Jack got out to lead you to the door. The memories of how cold the house felt after an argument or how scary it was to be all alone in bed at night and Jack couldn’t be bothered to come home.

Those were also the kind of memories that Jack kissed away from your mind from beside you, rubbing at your lower back in a limbo between sleep and conscious in the early morning. You could count out all the freckles on his nose and how many times he fluttered his eyelashes to fight the day ahead. You also couldn’t think of the last time you felt so content somewhere.

You had been awake for no more than hour and turned around to face Jack not long ago. You started off with your head against his chest, but when he twitched one too many times, you resorted to just close enough. You finally couldn’t ignore your body waking up as you took your leg from around Jack’s own.

“Where are you going?” he asked with his eyes closed, his heavy arm wrapping tighter.

“To the bathroom.” you answered softly, captured by his pretty blue eyes.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, licking his chapped lips and stretching out.

“I could go for something.” you nodded, and Jack mimicked the action before reaching out to rub your thigh that you had to admit was still sore. “I’ll be right back.”

Jack nodded and tugged his pillow beneath his head before rubbing his face and trying in vain to find sleep.

In the bathroom, you couldn’t help the butterflies swirling in your stomach and the smile that graced your face. Perhaps, you thought, you and Jack could work it out, that today could be a starting point. All the possibilities of what could become had crossed your mind until you stood up and found a black bra hanging on the back of the door.

Everything stopped for a moment, and everything that Jack had said the night before raced through your mind as you stared at it. Your heart pounded and your legs shook as water ran across your hands and your cheeks became wet. In a burst of adrenaline, you scoffed and threw open the bathroom door, hating yourself for being in only his shirt and a pair of his boxers, for how pathetic you looked staring back at him as if it was anyone else’s fault but yours for getting the idea that Jack could have possibly changed.

He was sitting up in bed, his lips floundering for the words to come to him, but you were already snatching your purse and shoes from the side of his bed.

“Y/N, quit it for a minute!”

When he made the mistake of touching you, you pushed at him and shook your head. “Don’t even try to give me that shit, Jack. Don’t try to tell me it’s nothing- that you were thinking about me the whole time.”

“Please let me explain.” he pleaded, picking up your purse that you dropped, but you only continued your fit of rage. “Angel.”

“I’m not your fucking angel, Jack. I’m not this docile woman that’s going to keep putting up with your shit because you know how to sweet-talk your way out of shit.”

“I was with her because I was lonely. The papers- they-”

“And I’m not? Fuck, I wasn’t? I wasn’t lonely when I saw your stories of you out with your friends in different cities? I wasn’t lonely when I was here trying to figure out why I couldn’t have that baby, Jack?”

“Y/N.” your words panged him, and you knew they did. You refused to back track, though, you had held in your pain and regret for far too long. “Come on, you know how sorry I am about that.”

“Yeah, sorry enough that you could shower me with gifts and follow me around and scare off another guy that might treat me better? That would actually be a husband, is that it? Fuck you and fuck your ego, Jack. I’m done. Seriously.” you threw your hands up and sniffled before digging into your purse and fishing out a gold wedding band.

Jack didn’t realize what him until it hit right against his pounding heart and fell to the hardwood of his floor. By the time he looked up, you were already on your way out, and he knew better than to follow you.

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