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Call An Uber? | 01

BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut 

Summary:  Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right?

What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking. 

Warnings: Mild swearing, hysterical fan behaviour 

Word Count: 7.1k (Chapter 1 is longer than usual)

A/N: Okay, so in my next phase of finally crossposting my works to tumblr, I’m adding this massive multi-chapter fic. 

I began this slow-burner (emphasis on slow-burn) a couple of years ago, so it’s easy to see how my writing has changed and evolved throughout.

Basically, I wanted to imagine what it would be like to have one of those ‘chance encounters’ every fan has thought of at least once. Thus, this fic was born, and though it is full of coincidences and wishful thinking, I always try to work realistically to make it enjoyable (and not as foolish as the premise makes it sound).

I hope you enjoy the ride, and feel free to check out the rest on my Ao3 in the meantime while I try my best to transfer everything in an orderly fashion! <3

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      Reader 1st person POV

Imagine being asked to remember the most boring day of your whole existence. If you're anything like me, then it's a bit hard to recall...but for once I was certain.

Today was that day.

Or it was, until something outrageous happened. Something so unprecedented and so unbelievable that I struggle to recall it at all.

I suppose I'll give it my best shot anyway. 

A clear and uneventful morning leading straight into the annoyingly peaceful afternoon, and I had still only picked up and dropped off a measly number of people. Yes, being an Uber driver had its ups and downs, and I had been one for about a year and a half already. It paid decently enough most of the time, and the job just worked hand-in-hand with the flashy new car leaving a gaping hole in my bank account.

Despite all these alleged perks, today had been an obviously gruelling exception.

The lack of activity could be blamed on a number of scenarios, for instance a public holiday or event stirring attention somewhere else. Whatever it was, it was decreasing the number of customers in this usually bustling city of Seoul much to my dismay. I needed good cash, and I’d been working my ass off lately in order to get exactly that. Even closing myself off to social media and other forms of communication with friends helped me focus solely on working nowadays.

I need a real job… 

Then suddenly, even as cliché as it sounds, God decided to answer all of my prayers. A loud ding emitted from my phone and I almost veered off the road in sheer astonishment.

“Thank the Lord!” I pulled up quickly onto the curb and examined the Uber request, almost questioning if I had imagined the whole thing out of desperation.

The name read ‘J’. Literally just the letter, boldly sitting in the middle of my screen. I raised an eyebrow, and normally would have considered declining the request if it seemed too prank-worthy, but I needed this job. I didn’t think the person had even registered or used the service before, as there wasn’t a clear rating to be seen anywhere. Once again...I needed this job.

The pinpoint appeared nearby, and luckily it was only about a five-minute drive to reach the destination. It was located just outside a large shopping mall in central Seoul, and even though this was a seemingly quiet day, it shouldn’t have been this empty. There were of course a few groups of people and individual shoppers wandering about, in and out of the entrance looking for easy buys. Even so, I knew this place to be quite popular and to say I was astounded would be an understatement.

There must be something going on in the city somewhere. 

Making a grab for my phone about three minutes after looking around for ‘J’, I considered sending him or her a text to ask where they were. The place was basically empty, so spotting someone on the lookout for their ride shouldn’t have been too difficult.

“They mustn’t be out yet.” I clucked quietly to myself, typing out a message to indicate I had arrived.

The gentle hum of my engine was the only sound accompanying me as I waited. After another thirty seconds, I received a short reply of “there soon”. I glanced at the simple words a second time before lightly scoffing.

“Okay ‘J’, I’m in no rush.”

Still amused over the less than eloquent reply, I leant back into my comfortable leather seat and hummed to myself to pass some time. I would’ve usually had the radio going, but for now I wasn’t really in the mood for any background distractions. I liked silence when it was comfortable, and especially in a place such as this shopping mall, it was rare to come by.

The reverie was soon shattered when faint sounds of various screams erupted from somewhere in the distance, and I instantly jerked my head up with squinted eyes to observe the area. Tinted car windows revealed just enough of the area to discern an overall lack of movement.

The paved courtyard outside the mall wasn’t occupied by a single human being, which was even stranger than before. The only moving things I could eventually see where a couple of dirtied napkins being thrown around in the slight breeze, and a ripped paper cup from a popular juice bar rolling around caught in the same fate.

The frantic screaming continued. Should I be worried? The shouting wasn’t in terror or anger, that much I was sure of. I usually would pin it on some brawl breaking out nearby, but these sounds where mostly female when I listened closer. In any sense, it definitely sounded extreme.

I wondered briefly if there was some massive sale happening at a famous clothes brand down the street, causing a flurry of panic within female shoppers. The anticipation from the sounds caused me to tap my fingers on the steering wheel in curiosity.

Then it happened. An enormous group of Korean women and probably a few men, some looking fairly young, flocked around the corner of a building in an intense hurry.

Was the sale here or something??

My eyes widened in shock, as the group only seemed to be growing in numbers. Many were holding their phones out, as if recording something, and I scanned the rapidly moving crowd with anxious eyes to spot the source of the commotion.

Two well-dressed men seemed to be caught in the centre of it all. The pair that stemmed this chaotic crowd were clad from head to toe in designer clothes, including darkly coloured masks and sunglasses, not to mention the hoods covering their heads. The shorter of the two donned a lighter colour palette through a milky white button-up, while the other was dressed in a charcoal black hoodie and black ripped jeans.

They appeared to be trying to escape the bundling mass of people, as they moved quickly and swiftly ahead of the horde in their haste. I gripped the wheel in surprise. The screams where deafening and I could feel them grating my nerves. I hoped my client would not be caught in this mess. I wanted out, and I wanted out as soon as possible.

Maybe they’re famous, maybe idols?

A small excitement sparked at that thought, but I was still daunted by the scene playing out in front of me. If they were idols, I felt incredibly sorry for them. This was a clear breach of privacy and personal space, and they didn’t deserve it at all. This was the reason for hatred against K-pop fandoms all around the world.

“Who do they think they are?” I found myself muttering, eyebrows furrowing in disappointment.

Suddenly, the more brightly dressed man glanced around and pointed directly at my car, turning to his well-built friend to shout something following a flurry of gestures. I stiffened and my breath hitched when both started sprinting towards me, their fans following desperately to try and at least touch them.

Oh no.

My breathing sped up and the situation finally dawned on me. The empty mall, the shady name and blunt text response. The timing…

I unlocked all my doors and gripped the wheel harder, if that was even possible. The mass of people followed the two guys as they drew closer to my car, and I prayed to God that they didn’t leave any scratches or dents by the time I was gone. The one that acknowledged me first reached the car, and I jumped slightly when he opened the passenger door and clambered in swiftly. The other darkly dressed one threw himself in the backseat next and I jumped again when both doors slammed shut simultaneously.

“Hello!” The first guy cleared his throat from where he sat next to me and I could see he was bouncing his knee in apprehension, obviously wanting to scoot the fuck out of there, but still trying to be polite towards me. His breathing was shallow, and I could see large beads of sweat rolling down the side of his half-hidden face. I was in no mood to sit around and ponder about him.

“To hell with this!” I exclaimed with a squeak, and the second after the passenger door closed I shifted the gearstick and floored the pedal. Making sure that no people were in my way before skidding slightly around the pick-up bend. Only the sound of one singular hand slapping the boot of my car made me wince, but I was glad there was no other physical contact on my precious red Hyundai.

Only the sound of laboured breathing could be heard amongst sighs of relief as we pulled away from the mall. I looked into the rear-view mirror to see some people giving a hearty chase down the road, but most of the fans had broken away and were just waving towards my car as we rolled down the street.

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and I could feel a small smile resting on my face at the thought of escaping something like that. What a turn of events for this tedious day! A muffled gasp caught my attention and I looked into my mirror again to see the darkly dressed guy’s eyes screwed shut as he laughed breathlessly, one hand slapping his knee. His friend was just leaning his head back against the headrest as he gulped in large breaths of oxygen through his plump lips. They had both pulled down their masks and lifted their shaded glasses to catch their breaths, but the sight caused my own eyes to widen dangerously.

Holy shit on a stick, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook are sitting in my car. What in the ever-loving…

My breathing hitched at the realisation, but I continued to drive steadily. The thing I needed to focus on most of all was getting away from the crazy population of the city. I knew internally I was freaking out a little at the thought of members of my favourite boyband sitting in my own car, but I kept it under wraps knowing they would definitely not appreciate another bout of whatever that shemozzle was before.

I guess nothing goes unnoticed when you’re that famous. Why the hell were they alone?

Jungkook stopped laughing as he looked at my wide-eyed and slightly terrified expression. He suddenly grew apologetic due to his unexplained laughing.

“Sorry, uh, just how you drove off… sorry.” His voice died down as he gradually started to regain his composure, and I watched a shy demeanour suddenly take over his form, as if he had been hit with a realisation of overstepping his bounds. Jimin just turned and glanced pointedly at him, and then back at me to search wearily for a response.

“No it’s fine, I’m just a tad shaken,” I huffed out an exasperated breath, amusement showing on my features at the maknae’s sudden behaviour change. The idol next to me cleared his throat as I turned another corner, luckily no traffic barred my way and I was easily able to fly down the main road.

“We’re very sorry for what happened back there, that was probably quite troublesome for you. We apologise for the inconvenience.”

“Seriously don’t worry. You guys definitely needed an escape from…that. I’m glad to help, honestly.” I smiled to ease any worry radiating from the two flustered boys. “J, right?”

I glanced upwards into the mirror to lock eyes with Jungkook, not missing the way Jimin tried to conceal a smirk from the younger member. “Ah, he’s not that creative with names it seems.”

The older boy’s melodic speaking voice caused my lips to part in an involuntary breath of awe. I had always loved Park Jimin’s voice, whether it be singing or speaking or doing literally anything. Jungkook’s amused exhale and gentle chuckle also made me quite soft.

“Ah, sorry about my rude message too.” He looked downwards and bowed slightly. I noticed how politely he spoke and my insides turned to jelly once again. I felt warm and fluffy from their pleasant mannerisms.

“Don’t worry guys, how could I expect an essay when you were running for your lives?”

The two boys couldn’t contain their amused smiles as they exchanged another glance, seemingly conflicted. I could tell they didn’t know quite what to do with themselves in this situation, as they surely seldom had to get rides from anyone else other than their own personal drivers. I saw Jimin’s brows crease in concentration next to me, as if he was trying to figure out how to maintain his sense of professionalism. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt anxiously.

“You guys may want to start with an explanation, if that’s alright?” I decided to help them out a small bit. If I could establish a comfortable atmosphere here, it would be much easier to converse and work out what to do.

“I notice that you put the next street over as your destination, but I’m fairly sure you’d both want to go further than that.” I made my point with a raised eyebrow and gestured to my phone sitting on the dashboard, destination showing clearly across the bottom of the screen.

Jimin clicked his tongue and leant in to read my phone more clearly. My skin tingles at his closer proximity.

“Seriously Jungkookie, any other place would’ve been better,” he eventually spoke, and although his tone was whiny with complaint, I could see the traces of a smile dancing across his features. He was obviously trying his best to remain stern.

“Ah, sorry hyung. I didn’t have all that much time in this case, did you forget?”

The cheek of this boy.

Jimin turned around and pointed at the younger boy while failing to hold back a giggle.

“Oi, show some respect you brat.”

Jungkook was snickering to himself, and I couldn’t help the smirk from tugging at my lips involuntarily. The group these guys came from always had this certain dynamic of playful teasing that won over so many fans. I included myself in that list honestly, as I always managed to have a good laugh watching their energetic interactions. It made me feel so youthful, as though an inner child would come out to play even though I was still adolescent at the age of 22.

They were fine joking around with themselves for a bit, but I could tell they were still very conscious of me and my presence in the car. They stopped chuckling and Jungkook cleared his throat noticeably in the back, silently handing over the responsibility of the situation to his elder.

“Um, sorry about that as well,” Jimin began to launch into a heartfelt apology, his bouncy blonde hair lowering with his head in a meaningful bow. I stopped him softly with a smile and made steady eye contact for a couple of seconds. His oak-brown eyes were confused, and I knew he was trying his best to deal with the situation properly. Just as his leader would.

“It’s fine, no more apologies please,” I requested warmly, easing the tension as he leant backwards in his seat to relax.

“I just want to know how you both ended up there, if you don’t mind sharing that is. Also feel free to give me somewhere to drop you both off.”

Jimin glanced over at me once more as if calculating my chances of being a threat. I made sure to keep my expression calm and clear while focusing on the empty road in front of me.

“Do you know us?” the sudden question from behind caused Jimin’s head to snap backwards, and my heartbeat to speed up incredibly. It wasn’t an accusing tone Jungkook used, but more on the curious side. Jimin still showed slight disapproval before turning his gaze back to me, a newfound curiosity also flashing across his features. It seemed he became a little shy after the topic of their fame rolled around, but I could tell he still wanted to know pretty badly.

“I’d consider myself a pretty big fan, not insane but you get what I mean,” I managed to force out, swallowing the lump in my throat at the thought of explaining my admiration for them.

They were literally sitting in my car and I never thought I would be shy, but here I was with an embarrassed blush alighting across my face. Jimin widened his eyes next to me, his mouth parting slightly in his shock. Jungkook inhaled a sharp breath before letting out another hearty chuckle.

“Wow! I never would have known.”

“Neither, I guess you must not be as emotional as many ARMY are when they see us,” Jimin smiled at the thought, and it was easy to say he didn’t mean anything bad by the comment.

“I’m just here to do my job. I’m not usually one to express my emotions that intensely, but I’ll let you both know that you’ve made my entire day.”

I saw Jimin turn his radiant smile towards me with an abashed sound falling from his lips. “Thank you, you’ve done so much for us already. Thank you for rescuing us.”

I saw him throw a questioning glance at Jungkook, who in turn squinted his doe-like eyes in confusion.

“It’s (Y/n). You can use honorifics if you want, but I don’t care much for them,” I explained softly, easing his sudden bout of guilt for not even knowing my name.

“Ah, thanks once again (Y/n)-ssi.”

Both of the boys were nervous, as they had just learned that I was a fan and were probably expecting me to flip out on them at any given moment. I knew Jungkook was shy around girls especially, but even he was kind of uncharacteristically silent in the back.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to freak out on you,” I assured them, keeping my eyes fixated on the road with a mostly amused expression. “I’m curious as to why you guys were alone with no protection out there. That usually doesn’t seem to happen.”

“No, definitely not,” Jimin sighed and I heard Jungkook hum in agreement.

“We didn’t mean to get separated from the others, we were all meant to just be shopping,” Jungkook huffed, and I could tell the young man was still shaken from his escapade from the mall. His large dark eyes were still slightly widened from the adrenaline spike.

“Yeah, everyone was together, and then we weren’t. Then the fans appeared and all we could do was run. Jungkook had to download Uber and make an account and everything on the spot. Lucky you were there because our drivers weren’t going to be around until a few more hours,” Jimin provided, his voice rough and raspy with weariness and relief. I could tell the shorter member was finally beginning to relax in the presence of the vehicle.

“Shit, I gotta call the Boss!” Jimin whipped out his phone and groaned when he discovered a couple of missed calls from his manager already.

I gave him a nod to let him know he could make the call safely. I wouldn’t record it or anything shady like that, I respected them too much and it wasn’t in my nature at all. Jimin gazed over a final time before finally deciding to place his full trust in me. I was already driving the car he was hitching a ride in, so trust honestly couldn't have mattered less when both of their lives were pretty much already cradled in my hands.

“I’d like to thank you as well (Y/n)-ssi, you really did save us back there,” Jungkook commented quietly as he leaned forward so I could hear. Neither of us wanted to interrupt Jimin as he fell into a heated discussion with his manager, or possibly Namjoon from the sounds of his replies over the phone.

“It’s okay Jungkookie, I know you guys deserve a much-needed break after all that. Sit back and enjoy the ride is all I'll say,” I said with a sigh, and finally decided to relax as well by releasing the tension in my muscles to sit more comfortably. I noticed Jungkook smirk cutely at the nickname accidently slipping out, and was just glad that he didn’t find it inappropriate.

“No, I swear she’s fine. She won’t do anything like that hyung,” Jimin’s suddenly louder response caused my smile to drop and my eyes to swivel around to the blonde boy. His temperament had grown agitated and I could see he was having difficulty trying to convince his managers and group leader. His round cheeks were blown out in exasperation, and I could clearly read the worry flitting across his expression.

“Jimin-ssi, if he wants to talk to me he can,” I offered softly so I didn’t spook him, raising my eyebrows in encouragement. We’d travelled a fair way, so pulling over was an option even though it was probably still too dangerous to linger in one place for long.

“No thanks it’s fine, I do trust you.” Jimin shook his head and I couldn’t help but smile at his kind, yet stubborn nature. These boys had no idea who I was, yet they put their faith in me and my driving ability for longer than they even needed to.

Jimin finished up with his call after another few minutes of stressed reassuring.

“Um, (Y/n)-ssi? I have an address I need to put in. If that’s okay.” He turned to me after letting out an explosive sigh, and I nodded towards the phone resting on the dashboard.

“Go ahead, distance isn't an issue.”

Jimin smiled at my response and shyly reached forward for my phone, still trying to be respectful.

“Hyung said it would be ideal if you dropped us off somewhere nearby the dorms so there’s no suspicion, but apparently all nearby areas are swarming with fans trying to figure out what’s going on.”

“Shit,” I breathed, the full realisation dawning on me. If their fans found out who I was, I wouldn’t be left alone for a while. I could imagine receiving threats and loads of unwanted attention, possibly not even being able to leave my house for a few days at the very least.

“So, you’ll have to drop us at the actual dorms then.”

“What?” I questioned in an instant. That sounded like the dumbest thing I’d ever heard.

“Isn’t that the area where most of the fans would be?”

“Well, most likely, but there's security.” Jimin ran a hand down his face as if trying to rub away the sudden bout of stress brought on, and I could fathom just how tired he was from all the rambunctious disorder.

“Why not drive you somewhere far away and get your driver to pick you up or something?”

“I did suggest that, but they just want us back as soon as possible so they can calm everyone down. I don’t mean to be rude, but they can’t exactly know or predict what you’ll do.”

That definitely made sense. Watching another car pull out of the building might also cause the fans to suspect the worst. They could even believe that I kidnapped the two band members instead of saving them. Well, that and there was absolutely no reason for their company to trust me with two of their idols that much.

“Okay, but one of you lend me a mask or something. I’m not going in there with a death wish.”

Jungkook chuckles from the back seat, and I’m slightly startled due to not hearing from the younger boy for a while.

“You’re right though, here you can use mine. I have my hoodie anyway.” A hand appeared next to me holding a familiar black mask, the faint but fragrant smell of a rare cologne wafting around me at the action. Of course, anything he’s worn would smell this expensive. Seeing how normal they can act, it’s hard to remember just how rich they actually are.

“Thanks.” I slipped on the mask and the smell was now stronger. I almost swooned.

“It’s actually not as far as I thought,” I commented when the map displayed the route to take. I knew the traffic was most likely to be more congested in this area than the city mall was before, so I decided to take a couple of back routes.

“Good plan,” Jungkook piped in with a nod and I saw the excited grin plastered on his face.

“What are you so happy about?” Jimin scoffed with a raised brow.

“I dunno, just this whole thing is so… exciting? Nothing like this has ever happened before,” Jungkook replied while trying to smother his grinning, but failing miserably.

“True, you guys would usually be living a careful life, right?” I decided to join in. Jimin and Jungkook didn’t seem to be shy or guarded around me as much as they were, but I knew they were still keeping face amongst all the drama.

“Of course, we don’t want our precious fans to worry about us,” Jimin went on in a level tone, his hand flying up to emphasise his point. I still couldn’t get over how captivating his voice sounded in person, and how it was this close to me...

“Speaking of fans, you’re an ARMY?” Jungkook’s cheeky lilt gained my attention and caused me to look up and lock eyes with him in the rear-view mirror.

“What of it?”

I try to suppress my sharp exhale of amusement, but fail miserably as well. Kookie’s adorable expression of playful confidence, bordering on egotistical even, made the laughter bubble up.

“Well, obviously you’d have a favourite, a bias.”

The question causes me to now laugh loudly, smacking the wheel once.

“Ah, I should’ve seen this coming honestly.”

Jimin clicked his tongue at his junior band member. “As if it matters.”

His voice is also playful, and I can tell he’s just as curious as the maknae by how he looks across at me with raised eyebrows and a small knowing smirk adorning his full lips. They were both taking this as a joke, and I was not going to be any different.

“Of course it matters Jimin, this is the question that decides my fate,” I feigned offense, and watched as his smile caused his eyes to disappear in the cutest, squishiest way imaginable.

Before I could say anything else, an embarrassed blush swarmed my cheeks as I spluttered, “Oh crap, I forgot the honorific.”

“Its fine,” Jimin assured. “You mentioned you don’t care for them before, so I can live without it.”

I smirked at him and shook my head slightly. “You’re actually too nice.”

His melodious chuckle was then interrupted by the mischievous maknae in the back.

“Hey, don’t change the subject hyung. Who’s your favourite member (Y/n)?” I noticed he took instant advantage of the honorific drop, and almost slipped an amused snort.

“Well it’s not either of you, that’s for sure.”

I knew they could tell there was a certain level of sarcasm in my tone, but they still let out varying noises of defeat.

“What, no way. It must be Jin-hyung then,” Jungkook groaned and I couldn't contain a giggle. His narcissistic nature was showing, and this time I wasn’t even sure if it was a joke or not. Jimin chose to pipe in as well, obviously enjoying the mystery that was my ‘supposed Bangtan bias’.

“Nah, I reckon it’s Tae. She’s weird enough to be a perfect match for him.”

Oh my, he really went there.

Both of the boy’s breath hitched, as if they thought I was going take offense and kick them out on the curb.

“Honestly, if you think Tae’s weird then I’m a whole other level. Although I guess I can never know who you guys are behind the screen.”

Jimin visibly relaxed after hearing me take the joke, but then grew serious again after my last comment.

“We’re fairly genuine to our fans, as much as we can be,” He defended, but wasn’t insulted. Jungkook nodded in agreement from the back, still smiling from the joking around that happened before.

“Of course, that’s why you’re one of my favourite groups, but you have to admit it is kind of impossible for someone like me to make a judgement on someone I’ve never met.”

“That is true, I guess. We really do try hard for you guys. I never thought super hard about that,” Jimin looked upwards as he pondered, and I felt proud that I’d gotten more than enough glimpses of both their true natures just from this simple car ride. Though, realistically they could be phenomenal actors and I wouldn’t know any different.

“We may be one of your favourite groups, but I’m still waiting for the member~,” Jungkook started lowly from the back, his sentence breaking off into his famous high pitched giggle when he saw my deadpan expression staring him down in the mirror. Jimin joined in and I sighed in defeat.

“Okay. I don’t have one.”

There’s a small silence, but both boys explosively let out sounds of understanding.

“Ah, you’re one of those.”

I was about to question what Jimin meant, but Jungkook cut me off.

“I was just about to pin her as a Yoongi stan.”

The sudden and serious statement made me cackle, although the sound was muffled by the black fabric of the mask over my mouth.

“Oh boy, you have absolutely no idea. My best friend…” I trailed off as laughter gripped me, almost causing me to veer off the road uncontrollably.

“Jesus Christ, watch out!” Jimin breathlessly squeaked as he made a grab for the wheel to steady the moving car. I gripped the wheel harder in fear, but amusement washed over me once again.

“Hyung did your voice just-”

“Shut up.”

I couldn’t stop the amused snort, but managed to regain control. My chuckles were now borderline wheezes, and I could hear Kookie in the back sharing the same demise.

“As I was saying,” I began, but erupt once more as the memory of Jimin’s voice crack surfaced back to the front of my mind. Jungkook is in shambles, but Jimin is just sitting with his head buried in his hands next to me, shoulders shaking as he tries to avoid his inevitable embarrassment.

“Stoooop.” He drawled it out and reached behind him to smack the chortling maknae on the knee somewhat harshly. I knew he hated the fact that he just got embarrassed in front of some stranger, who had also been established as a pretty avid fan. Poor Chim.

“You forget I’ve seen videos of your many embarrassments,” I offered in between chuckles, and caught the moment his face scrunched up in an adorable cringe. A sigh of defeat fell from his lips. “Yeah, I give up.”

He still chuckled and shook his head, the tinkling sounds causing me to bring a hand up to clutch my chest dramatically. Both boys laughed cutely once again at my reaction, Jimin’s eyes disappearing as he covered his face with one small hand.

“You sure you’re not a Jimin stan, noona?” Jungkook chimes in. I raised a brow and decided to skilfully avoid the question.

“Ah, so you picked up that I’m older than you?”

Jungkook stopped, his jaw going slack at the sudden question, and I found myself face to face with his widely memed blankness instead. I almost can’t contain myself.

“Oh, yeah maybe? It kind of actually just slipped out.”

I find myself giggling at the return of his shy persona, and he smiled bashfully at the floor in response. His tongue pushed out one of his cheeks in shame.

“Yah, don’t assume such a thing,” Jimin chuckled, obviously grateful that the heat was finally off of him.

“Don’t worry, I’m the same age as Jiminie I believe,” I decided to help the poor boy out, craning my neck forward to check the next turn off for oncoming cars.

We were actually almost to the destination, and the trip had flown by way too quickly. After Jungkook made a noise of comprehension, Jimin looked around suddenly and grunted in surprise.

“Crap, I was meant to call Namjoonie back a few minutes ago.”

“What are you doing hyung?” Jungkook chided in flippant scolding, to which Jimin responded with another angered slap. He brought out his phone and dialled a number quickly, obviously not concerned that I could very well easily read and memorise it in two seconds flat.

As If I would anyway.

I fell silent as Jimin waited for the phone call to connect.

 Jungkook 3rd person POV

 Jungkook also waited, breathless at the thought of how dire the situation was to their careers as a whole. This was such a strange occurrence to the famous band members, and he thought about how normal and relaxed the car ride had actually been when compared to how awkward they thought it was going to turn out.

When Jungkook had made the Uber request originally, he and Jimin were prepared to face the worst. Anyone who had the opportunity to drive a car unsupervised with two famous idols in tow could easily turn the tables and expose them more, or maybe even do worse things…

He shook his head at the thought and silently swallowed the bile rising in his throat. He glanced over to your form sitting in the driver’s seat, stiffened slightly due to the very important call being made.

You had been nothing but kind and understanding so far, not to mention hilariously easy going. Jungkook found himself respecting you immediately. You could have freaked out and demanded autographs or photos from them at any time. You could have decided to not drop them off where they wanted and just continued to drive for eternity. You could have even taken them anywhere you wanted to, but no, you listened to them, respected their privacy and even agreed to risk your reputation to drive them into their dorms where countless fangirls could eat you alive if they found out.

You were just amazing, and Jungkook knew his hyung felt similarly. Well, considering how he defended you without question before when Namjoon probably jumped to conclusions, it was evident that Jimin trusted you too.

Jungkook was completely numb from bewilderment. Everything could have gone wrong for them in their haste to escape the mob of their excited fans, but it didn’t, and it was all thanks to you.

These types of people drive our purpose, we’re so happy to have reached you.

Although if he was honest, he wouldn't mind at all if you got all flustered and cute while gushing over him. Just a little bit.

 Reader 1st person POV

 I watched as Jimin jerked the phone away from his ear suddenly, a loud voice booming loudly through the tiny speaker to reach even my ears. Jimin’s face winced as he brought the phone back to his ear hesitantly.

“We’re so sorry for the mess Sir, but it worked out.”

I knew that he was most likely talking to his manager or director with how his language changed. He ruffled his blonde hair anxiously and continued to listen to the voice on the line, eventually digging his teeth into his bottom lip in another bout of anxiety.

“Wait, we’re almost to the dorms, she’s got a mask on and everything-” Jimin was cut off and my eyes darted in between him and the road ahead to try and figure out what was happening. His breathing sped up and I could see his own eyes meeting mine a few times worriedly.

What is going on?

We were getting close to the dorms, and I had already noticed how the housing had become wealthier the more I drove through the city. The streets were becoming beautiful and cleaner. I knew that the boys lived in most likely the richest place in the city, and this place was by far the definition of that.

One thing I also noticed is that there were a few groups of girls dotted here and there that were walking or sitting around the footpaths. Some even saw my car and started pointing and taking photos while jumping up and down.

“Well, there goes my anonymity.” I sighed and slumped further in my seat, as if to hide my face better than it was already hidden. The only sound as I drove onwards was Jimin’s occasional reply into the phone next to me. His responses were becoming less worried, but still sounded unenthusiastic.

“Yes, I understand, okay I’ll tell her,” Jimin murmured and I held my breath at the sound of the call being hung up. My curiosity was nothing short of burning, and I instantly turned to the blonde boy when he looked at me pointedly.

“Um, our manager needs you to come in with us so you can speak with him and sign some stuff.”

I look forward again and nod once in understanding. “Yeah, I knew this would most likely happen. Confidentiality, right?”

I crack a smile at the thought of actually going in and meeting the famous Bang Sihyuk, CEO and founder of Bighit Entertainment.

“Wow,” I breathed after fully wrapping my head around what was happening.

“I guess you never thought this would happen.” Jungkook chuckled from the backseat, and I scoffed in disbelief.

“Yeah it’s not every day you meet two members of Bangtan and their producer.”

The sarcasm was heavy, and the two boys grinned in amusement. Jimin leant forwards to rest his forehead on the dashboard in a weary manner. “Ah, I’m so sorry for forcing you into this mess (Y/n)-ssi.”

“What did I say about apologising? I love you guys and your music; this is the least I can do to repay you for all the happiness you have brought me.” My voice became emotional and quiet as I let out all my pent-up feelings. I didn’t know how exactly I could express my bundling thoughts into formed words, but I felt as though that might have been just enough to let them know how ecstatic I truly was that this miracle had happened to me.

“You must be an angel,” Jimin smiled at me so sweetly and genuinely that I had to rip my gaze away from him in order to prevent tearing up. I heard Jungkook sigh in awe at my words, and I looked up to see him smiling shyly at the ground before glancing forward.

“Devoted fans like you are the reason we have made it this far, (Y/n).”

Jimin turns his head and gives Jungkook a look that says 'Well that was fucking sappy' but I can’t help but smile wider and let out a tiny gleeful squeak unknowingly.

His words had caused my emotions to storm again, and I was so fortunate to hear them in person that I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I gripped the wheel tighter so I wouldn’t let go and do anything stupid. Since I had my mask on, they could only see my smile through how my eyes and cheeks bunched up, but unfortunately the mask wasn’t large enough to cover my entire face.

“Awe you’re so cute when you blush like that!” Jimin laughed loudly, reaching out to poke my reddening skin. I gasped and knocked his hand away softly with one of my own.

“Leave me alone, I can’t control it or anything.”

Jungkook was also sniggering in the back, his cheeky nature making a comeback as I shook my head to try and rid myself of the heat.

“Sorry for that noona.”  

Now he was using the word to tease me, and I fought the urge to slap him like Jimin did before. “Silly boy, I swear you’ll never make me blush again.”

“You sure about that? I’ll accept the challenge.”

“And we’re here!” I dragged out the first word to hopefully try and cut him off. I could still hear him giggling in the back, his knowing smile holding an impish quality.

The sight before me was spectacular, if that was even enough to sum it up. The area in which BTS lived was absolutely breathtaking, and I knew that this was in fact one of the, if not the richest place in all of Seoul.

The gardens were marvellously well grown and maintained, while the architecture seemed to gleam and glow in the sunlight, too perfectly constructed to be true. Modern was also an understatement, as this place seemed borderline futuristic. To describe it in one word, glorious.

“I don’t even know if someone like me should go in there,” I stammered, my voice cracking multiple times in sheer astonishment.

“Don’t be silly, how else are we gonna get in there?” Jimin joked and I snorted lightly at his change of demeanour.

“Walk, silly.” I shared a cheeky glance with the maknae behind me when Jimin gasped.

“Rude, and here I thought you were a fan?”

“I’m joking Jimin, alright how do we actually do this?” I looked around and saw a parking space out the front of the main building. Jimin gestured towards it and nodded, giving me the go to proceed.

There were no fans lurking around this place due to the security, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape any photographers if they were there. Luckily we had only a few brief, yet concerning encounters with the fans while driving in to the complex itself.

If Kookie hadn’t given me the mask I would be dead meat cooking on a spit. 

I parked the car carefully and fell back into my seat with a sigh. Jimin and Jungkook eyed me with concern clouding their features.

“We’re so-”

“Park Jimin, will you eventually heed my words?” I tilted my head and blinked rapidly at him with a smile on my face. He sees my playful, yet tired expression and shakes his head with an annoyed groan.

“I probably will never stop apologising for the trouble we’ve caused.”

I sighed again and exaggerated a pout, borderline mockery if you will. Jungkook let out a huff and a click of his tongue indicated the long-awaited comeback of his cocky attitude.

“Come on hyung, she already said it doesn’t matter.”

His tone caused Jimin to narrow his eyes towards the back accusingly, and I watched as the younger member sat back down, satisfied with the reaction.

“Thank you maknae,” I rolled my eyes and suppressed a chuckle at his scoff, catching Jimin’s amused and appreciative look. I observed around one more time before turning my gaze upwards to glance at the building next to us.

“Okay it’s now or never boys, run and don’t look back.”

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golden daddy | jjk

Summary: Jungkook’s tired of you seeing him simply as your best friend’s brother, so he decides to show you exactly who he is. Best friend’s brother AU!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: masturbation, use of sex toys, exhibition, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, cumplay, daddy and baby girl kink, penetration, dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, rough sex, cunnilingus, slight degradation (use of slut), spanking, anal play, squirting, creampie

A/N: Hey there demons, it’s me, ya girl, fucking around and updating twice in one day cause im w i l d and have no control. Let me know if you enjoy it, let me know if you hate it too idk i need feedback (and friends ᵘʷᵘ). It’s half 3 in the morning cause i’m a mess™ and so this is barely edited rip

“Well, if you didn’t want me to fuck you tonight why the hell were you wearing that damn dress? I can practically see your tits” Joonho spat out and you were instantly reeling. You picked up your half full glass of red wine and threw the contents at him, spilling the moderately expensive wine all over his preciousVersace suit. Honestly, you were sure he spent the entirety of this train wreck of a date either staring at your tits or talking about the money he had and how much he had splashed out on the damned suit for this date. You had triedputting up with all of it, however you drew the line when he quite boldly asked you to head over to his for a quick tumble in the sheets.

“You prick. My clothing choices don’t mean shit. I could literally stand here naked and that still wouldn’t mean I’d want to fuck you. In fact, we could literally be the last two people on earth and I’d set myself on fire before even thinking of letting you touch me, asshole” You hissed before grabbing your purse and stomping out of the restaurant.

The cold wind hit you like a freight train and you immediately began shivering, cursing yourself for not having the foresight to bring a jacket. Whipping out your phone, you quickly ordered an Uber, wanting to be home, out of the dress and sitting on your sofa with your best friend while the two of you watched horror films that were so bad, you couldn’t help but laugh at them.

“Hey! ____, you bitch. Get back here. I hope you’re going to pay for the dry-cleaning bill. This suit is Versace” Joonho yelled in indignation, stressing ‘Versace’ as he stomped out of the restaurant just as your Uber pulled up.

“Oh, fuck you and your damn Versace suit, you god damn troglodyte” You screamed back, your face twisting into a scowl; you quickly got into the car, flipping him off as you did so.

You sighed once you were safely in the Uber, the driver quickly driving off, leaving Joonho behind, even as the pompous male tried to chase after you. You huffed, wondering when your taste in men had dropped so low. This was the fifth date in the last month alone. Somehow, each and every one of them had turned out to be wrong. The first was far too disinterested, refusing to maintain a conversation the entire night. The second had outright ignored you, preferring to text whoever the hell he was texting. The third had literally broken down into tears, crying about how the love of his life had left him and how he was still not over her. The fourth had ‘forgotten’ his wallet at home and pulled a runner, leaving you to pick up the bill. And finally, the latest and the biggest dick of them all was Joonho.

Eventually, you arrived back at your dorm building; groaning as you noticed the ‘out of order’ sign on the elevator. This was a fantastic end to the night. The elevator to your building had fucking broken down. Simply wonderful. You huffed as you dragged yourself up the ten flights of stairs, in your stupid six-inch heels, wincing as said shoes pinched your toes. You almost yelled out in victory when you finally made it to your flat. You quickly pulled out your keys before throwing the door open and dragging your exhausted body into your home.

You noticed that most doors in the dorm were closed, meaning that most of your house mates were all either asleep or out. It had been weird living with so many people under one roof at the start, especially considering there were seven boys and only four girls. But that made complete sense, as most girls tended to stick to single sex accommodation only. You, yourself, didn’t really care who was under the roof as long as you had somewhere to sleep. Besides, your dorms were one of the nicest dorms to live in, slightly more on the pricier range for a student; but still affordable. You quickly kicked of your heels and shoved them into the shoe rack before walking into the large, spacious common room.

“Wow. I didn’t expect you to be home this early” Your best friend, and one of the girls living in the dorms with you, Sooyun said, looking up from her spot between her two boyfriends, Namjoon and Hoseok. Jungkook, Sooyun’s older twin brother, was spread out on the loveseat, scarfing down his snacks, sending sideways glares to Namjoon and Hoseok whenever he felt they got too ‘handsy’ with his precious babysister. You stressed baby because really, she was only two minutes younger than him.

“Hands where I can see them!” Jungkook suddenly yelled, causing all of you to jump. Hoseok immediately pulled his hands away from under the blanket the three were sharing and off of Sooyun’s thigh. You watched as your best friend let out a frustrated groan.

“Jungkook, whyare you still here? Didn’t you say you had some project you had to work on. Also, if my boyfriendsof a whole fucking year, want to touch me, they’re allowed to! Besides, they do much more than just touch-” Sooyun began only for Jungkook to let out a screech.

“Please stop talking! It’s bad enough that you’re dating not one but twoof my best friends, I don’t need to hear your sordid sex life. I’m still going to pretend that hyungs haven’t defiled you and that you’re waiting till marriage” Jungkook said sending both boys glares as Hoseok snickered at the younger boy, Namjoon simply smirked, pressing a kiss to Sooyun’s shoulder.

“It’s not like we were the first to defileher. Although we’ll definitely be the last” You heard Namjoon mutter against her skin. Jungkook immediately stiffened and you had to roll your eyes. Hoseok and Namjoon loved teasing and riling up their younger friend; and it turned out, Sooyun was a sure-fire way to do that. Sooyun quickly cleared her throat, pushing Namjoon away as she turned her attention back to you.

“Anyway. _____, why are you home so early? How bad was this one?” Sooyun asked and you sighed, throwing your purse onto the table before sinking onto the love seat, next to Jungkook.

“He thought that because I wore this dress, I’d put out. Plus, he spent the entire time speaking about himself and how much money he made and how expensive his stupid Versace suit was” You groaned and Sooyun sent you an apologetic look.

“Well that’s what you get for dating random dickheads” Jungkook muttered and you turned to him in shock, as you spluttered, unable to respond to him. That was completely out of the blue for Jungkook. You had known him three years now, the entirety of your university life, and never once had he commented on your choice in men.

“I said what I said. Anyway, I think its time I actually left, that damn film project isn’t going to edit itself. I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Jungkook said standing up, before looking at Hoseok and Namjoon expectantly, expecting them to leave with him. Namjoon and Hoseok refused to budge, instead the later raising a single eyebrow in response. Jungkook huffed, grumbling under his breath before turning to you, giving you a once over. Your breath caught in the middle of your throat, your skin burning under his heated gaze. His eyes were dark, shining in the dimly lit living room, and he had the slightest smirk on his soft pink lips.

“You look good by the way. See ya” Jungkook said with a wink before crossing the common room and entering his own room, the door slamming shut.

You immediately stiffened, unsure of how to react. Without realising you were doing it, you pinched yourself, unable to believe what had just happened. Had Jungkook just… had he just flirted with you? No. There was no way. He was an entire three years younger than you, not to mention your best friend’s brother. You were just imagining things. You were sure of it. Even if you still had trouble breathing and heat was pooling in the pit of your stomach.

There was no way you were hot for Jeon Jungkook.

A couple hours later, you find yourself lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. You groaned in frustration; you turned to look at the alarm clock on your bedside table, almost screeching when it read 00:34am. You had work in the morning and ideally, you wanted enough sleep. Especially considering you worked as a baby sitter for a 4-year-old and a 6-year-old. The last thing you wanted to do was spend the day sleep deprived while running after a couple of screaming kids.

A part of you knew exactly why you couldn’t sleep. It had been a good four months since you’d had sex and the pent-up sexual frustration was finally getting to you. You bit your lip before your hands began wandering over your stomach and down to your shorts, before dragging both them and your underwear down your legs. You threw them off the bed, uncaring as to where they landed in your bedroom. Your knees began rising as you slowly spread your legs; almost groaning at the feel of the slight chill of the night air against your heat.

Your hand trailed up your leg before brushing against the inside of your thigh. You dragged a single digit up and down your slight, lowly groaning at the slight stimulation. You spread your lips with your pointer and ring finger before rubbing your clit tightly with your middle finger. Your breathing began deepening as you continuously rolled your clit between your fingers, eyes fluttering at the sensation. Soon however, the stimulation wasn’t enough and you needed more. Your fingers trailed through your dewy hot lips, finger circling your slit before plunging in knuckle deep.

You pumped the finger in and out, feeling your slick walls clench around the digit. You let out a quiet moan, another finger joining the first, whining at the slight stretch. You continued pumping into you, your walls fluttering in pleasure as your juices slowly trailed down your fingers until you were so wet, all you could hear was your fingers thrusting into you and your low breathy moans. Soon, the pleasure began dulling and you groaned, thrusting another finger inside, back arching at the burn of the stretch. It was a sweet pleasurable pain and you began thrusting your fingers in even faster, looking for release desperately.

Ten minutes later and no matter how much you fingered yourself or rubbed at your clit, your orgasm still hadn’t approached. You yanked your fingers out of you and glared at the ceiling as your chest heaved. You felt unbelievable empty and the need for release was entirely too strong. You flipped yourself over, blindly feeling around your bedside table before reaching the draw. You quickly opened it and began rummaging around until you felt the cold, slightly ridged vibrating dildo.

You spread your legs once again, rubbing the head of the dildo against your slit as you wettened it. You rolled the tip against your pussy, mewling at the sensation. Once it was slick enough, your turned it on and slowly began inserting the thick head into your tight pussy, breathing deeply at the stretch. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of the vibrations deep within you as you continued push the toy into you. When you inserted it in as deep as it could go you pulled it out, before pushing it back all the way in once again.

You began pumping the toy into you, hips swirling slightly as you tried to stimulate yourself further. The vibrations against your walls were helping, and despite being filled, you couldn’t help but feel empty. Sweat covered your entire body and you groaned, bucking into the vibrator harder to try and pull your orgasm closer. However, nothing was working. You let out a small frustrated cry and pulled the silicon toy out of you, turning it off and throwing it beside you before staring at the ceiling in irritation.

“Why” You whined into the night air, writhing slightly on your cotton sheets, fingers digging into the mattress as your clit throbbed for relief, your walls clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. You were so wet your thighs were sticky and you could smell it thick in the air, and it only ceased to incense you further. You knew exactly why you weren’t satisfied with your toys. You needed a cock. A realcock and you’d gone far too long without one.

Your heart was racing and your slit began dripping as you imagined fucking yourself on a big, thick cock. Sliding up and down as it split you open. Your throat died up and your hips thrust against the crisp night air, uselessly humping the air. You continued imagining a nameless figure, one that seemed entirely too familiar, even though you couldn’t place him. His face was blurred but his arms were well defined and he had thick, strong thighs with bulging muscles. You imagined him sliding between your spread legs and into the depths of your heat. You threw your head back and pressed two fingers into your swollen clit as you continued imagining the faceless man fuck into you with his big cock.

“Fuck!” You cried, you could feel your orgasm near you but no matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t reach your peak. Although, the faceless man was helping slightly. You plunged two fingers into you, letting out a small hiss as your hands moved as fast as they could, fucking into you.

“Hey ____, you okay? Holy shit” Jungkook enters your room without knocking, catching you with your legs spread and your fingers buried as deep as into your cunt as they could be. You still all of a sudden, sitting up straight, your hand still between your thighs as you stare at him in shock. As soon as your eyes adjust to his figure in the doorway you gulp. The faceless man becomes cleared in your mind.

You were fucking masturbating to Jungkook.

Your best friend’s brother Jungkook.

Three year’s younger than you Jungkook.

You were fucked.

“I’m just gonna go” Jungkook says, beginning to turn around and against your better judgement you call out to him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Wait Jungkook!” You call out and he turned back to you, cocking up his eyebrows. You look at him in embarrassment and begin stuttering, unable to form the words that you want to say. Jungkook immediately draws himself to his full height, a small smirk on his face.

“Is there something you need baby girl?” Jungkook asks, his voice deep and raspy and dripping with satoori. You immediately flush under his gaze, your slit gushing slightly at his voice. You had no idea that Jungkook calling you baby girl would have such an impact on you, especially considering you were definitely older than him.

“I… I need” You stammer and Jungkook’s grin widens. He’s almost like a wolf who’s found his prey. He stalks towards your bed, eyes trained on your figure as you breathe heavily under him.

“Do you need me baby? Do you need daddy?” Jungkook asks and you let out a low groan at his words, nodding furiously.

“No baby, I want you to say it. Tell daddy you need him” Jungkook says, crouching down in front of your bed and levelling his gaze onto yours. Briefly his eyes wander over your body, eyes stopping at the hand covering your pussy. Hot lust courses through your veins and your eyes darken slightly, losing all inhibitions.

“Yes daddy, I need you so much. I need you to fill me up and make me yours” You reply.

“Bring that juicy little cunt to me baby” Jungkook purrs, curling one of his fingers in a come-hither motion. You immediately get onto your knees and crawl towards him. Once your nearer to him, you lay back down, your ass on the edge of your bed and pussy almost face to face with Jungkook. You flushed with the heat of embarrassment once again, however Jungkook ignored you, instead choosing to stare unabashedly at your swollen and dripping pussy.

He runs a hand over you, over your chest, squeezing your breast slightly before he continues trailing down to your legs. He grips your bare thigh in his hand, fingertips pressing hard into the soft skin before pushing it out, watching as your cunt lips spread with your thighs. His ministrations draw out low moans from you and he smirks at your wanton noises, the noise going straight to the pit of your belly.

“Daddy please fuck me” You mewl and he chuckles once more, slapping your thigh harshly and drawing a soft whine out of you.

“My baby girl is being so needy today” Jungkook snorts in amusement and you whine slightly. His hands move to spread your pussy lips for his viewing pleasure, groaning slightly when your slit gushes with your arousal. You’re sure you’re staining your bedsheets by now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

"Don’t worry baby, I’ll wreck you tonight. I’ll show you exactly why all those guys you dated before were wrong for you. How I’m the only one who can satisfy this pretty little pussy. But first, show me how you played with yourself before I got here" Jungkook commands, his voice husky and you almost go delirious from his completely erotic words. You blush lightly as you spread your legs wider, one hand trailing down your body and towards the juncture between your thighs.

“That’s it baby, don’t be shy for daddy” Jungkook whispers his own hand moving to palm at his bulge under his tight dark jeans, eyes darkening with lust as he watched you play with your clit, your thighs wet with your arousal.

His cock jerked violently at the sight of you, watching with rapt attention when your fingers slicked with your dripping  He quickly stood up and began divesting himself off his clothing, slowly teasing you as he did so. Jungkook began by pulling his shirt up and revealing inch by inch of smooth, delectable tanned skin. Hard abs rippled under his skin, making you groan, your fingers moving slightly faster at his little strip tease. Once it was off his torso, his hands trailed down his body and passed the snail trail of thin wiry brown hairs that led to the waistband of his boxers. He slowly unzipped his dark jeans, slowly slipping them down his thick thighs, muscles bulging and twitching.

Finally, he was down to his boxers. You watched in desperation and lust as his hands trailed around his boxers before slowly sliding them down too, leaving him completely naked. You breathed in deeply, mouth dry at the beautiful male specimen standing in front of you. Your eyes were instantly drawn to his cock, eyes widening slightly. It was impossibly long and even thicker, your mouth watering as you imagined him sliding slowly into you, stretching you out in a way you’ve never been stretched before. His cockhead was red and angry, dripping with precum and making his tip sticky. You longed to wrap your mouth around his cock, suck and worship it until he was fucking it into your throat.

“Continue playing baby” Jungkook ordered, wrapping his hand around his dick, pumping it as he watched you. You ran her fingers up and down your slit before spreading your lips and sliding a finger into your dripping sex. You were so drenched that he was sure you could easily slide in three fingers without an issue. However, he wanted to watch you slowly stretch open your cunt, knowing that you’d need the preparation for his cock. Jungkook began fisting himself more, pumping his dick and imagining that it was you instead; meaning you added a second finger into your depth, Jungkook groaning as he watched you stretch your tiny little hole out.

"Play with your clit" Jungkook commanded, his attention completely on you, watching as you used your other hand to prod and pinch your clit, your fingers moving into you quicker. Jungkook’s hand tightened around his girth, moving his thumb to brush against his angry cockhead. You plunged another finger into you with a cry, curling them to press against your g-spot, your other hand furiously rubbing and teasing your clit. You placed your feet on the edge of the bed before your hips flew off the bed, bucking against the air as you lost yourself in your own pleasure-induced haze.

“That’s it baby, fuck yourself and imagine it’s me instead” Jungkook groaned, his hands sticking with his own precum as his eyes were trained on the way your fingers disappeared in and out of you, watching as your hips bucked into the air.

“Daddy! Please” You whined, pleasing with him as you slowly brought yourself closer and closer to the edge, your own eyes watching as he jerked off in front of you, his precum leaking profusely.

"Cum" Jungkook demanded and your eyes snapped shut; your fingers brought your to a quick end, body shuddering as you screamed his name. Your body writhed on the bed uncontrollably, thighs quivering and womb spasming uncontrollably before you pulled your fingers out, when the stimulation got too much. You breathed harshly, chest heaving and pussy trembling as your cum leaked out onto the bed. You slowly opened your eyes, staring deep into Jungkook’s dark brown ones and drawing up all your courage, you brought your hand up to you lips and licked them clean, sucking your own cum off your fingers.

The sight of you sucking your digits threw him off the edge, Jungkook roared your name as he came, angling his cock against your clit and rubbing it furiously. You let out a small whine and tried to shut your legs from the overstimulation; however, Jungkook’s free hand shot out and held your thigh down, keeping you spread open for him. He continued rubbing his cockhead against your dripping pussy, groaning when you coated it in your cum. His cock erupted, cum shooting out and dousing your clit in his milky sperm. You gasped at the sensation, clit throbbing as the heat of him cum covered your sensitive bundle of nerve.

“Jungkook please” You croaked, pleading with him to stop as overstimulation took over. Jungkook fell over, arms bracing himself above you as his head buried into the valley between your breasts, snuggling and placing soft kisses against your sternum.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby” Jungkook says before picking himself up and grinning down at you. Your eyes widen when you feel him still hard against your inner thigh, wondering how he still has stamina after cumming so hard. Jungkook looked down, moaning at the sight of your pussy covered in his cum. He kneeled onto the bed, between your thighs and gently began rubbing his cum into your pussy, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as his thumb rubbed against your clit.

“Look at your pussy baby girl, it’s so wet and messy” Jungkook says, voice raspy and your pussy flutters. You know Jungkook’s noticed it too from the way he groans, his eyes staring directly at your slit.

“Please fill me up daddy” You plead and Jungkook growls, he grabs the base of his shaft and rubs at your lips, coating his dick in your arousal before he begins pressing into your entrance.

“It’s gonna be a tight fit baby, look at how small you are compared to me” Jungkook says, voice filled with lust as he rubs the head against your entrance. Finally, he begins pushing into you and you let out a slight shriek, mouth gapping at the way he stretches you out. Your walls are stretched to their limit just from how girthy his head is and you reach up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He continues guiding himself into you, inch by agonising inch and you let out a small hiss.

“Fuck daddy, you’re so big” your eyes rolling back in a mix of pain and pleasure. Jungkook chuckles slightly as he continues rolling his hips into yours and you let out a small groan of pain when he finally bottoms out, his tip resting against your cervix. You feel so unbelievably full, your wall muscles rippling around him as you try to adjust to his size.

You moan after a couple moments, rolling your hips against his as you silently beg for him. Jungkook pulls out, straightening his back before pulling out until just his tip is nestled into you before plunging back into you in one smooth stroke, going as deep as he possibly can. You let out a small shriek, not caring whether you wake up the entire dorm, his dick is slightly curved, aiding in rubbing against your g-spot every time he enters into you.

“Fuck baby girl, you take cock so well, look at your tight little pussy being wrecked by my cock. Fuck… fuck you’re so wet you’re drenching me baby girl” Jungkook moans, throwing his head back as your walls flutter around him. He moves one of his hands towards your hips, his grip so tight, you know he’ll leave finger shaped bruises on your hips. He continues bucking his hips into yours, increasing his speed and power until he was jackhammering into you as hard as he could. Your breasts bounce in circles on your chest from the power of his thrusts, your legs shaking continuously from the pleasure he wrought onto your body. He runs one of his hands from your hips, down your thighs until it comes to rest at your knees before pushing it up against your chest, spreading you wider for him. He leans down, his chest braced against your bent leg and giving him for leverage to fuck deeper and harder into you before his hand moves to play with your clit.

“Fuck daddy, I’m going to cum” You moan, lip pulled between your teeth as tears fill your eyes as pleasure fills your every sensation.

“Cum for me. Cum for daddy” Jungkook snarls, his movements become rougher, a feat you thought was entirely impossible. You shudder, your walls clamping tightly around him and drenching his cock in more of your cum as you wail out his name. Jungkook groans at the feel of your wet, hot walls; his thumb pressing harder into your clit. You expect him to slow down and allow you to recover slightly, but he doesn’t.

“Jungkook?” You gasp out as he continues rolling his cock into you.

“I’m not done with you yet baby” Jungkook snarls before roughly flipping you onto your front, pushing you onto your knees as your head is pressed into the mattress. He shifts, spreading your ass cheeks before groaning at the mess he’s made of your pussy. You let out a little moan when he surges forward, pressing small kitten licks against your fold.

“God, you taste like such a slut, so sweet” Jungkook groans against your lips, his tongue moving frantically as you coat his mouth in your juices. You flush as the wet sounds of Jungkook eating you out fill the air, his lips flush against your pussy, mouth slurping and sucking obscenely. One of his hands moves to your clit, fingers playing with it roughly.

“Fuck” You stammer out, pushing your hips further into his face against your better judgement. Jungkook kneels behind you, lifting your hips higher as he drags your over-sensitised cunt over his cock, rubbing his length against your dripping slit until his cock is once again pressing into your entrance. You shudder against him, Jungkook leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder blade before thrusting his length back into you. The new position allows him to thrust even deeper inside of you, his hips slightly angled so he was buried to the hilt every time he enters you.

Jungkook continuously impales his dick into you, hands gripping your hips and pulling you back into him every time he thrusts. He watches the way your ass jiggles every time his hips impact with the plush of your ass. He draws one hand back and spanks the flesh with a groan before squeezing it and rolling it in the palm of his hand. He repeats the ministration and before long he’s spanking you so hard, his hand repeatedly meeting your ass, that you’re sure he’s going to bruise you.

“Who’s your daddy?” Jungkook asks, each of his thrusts shaking your body, your knees pressing as hard as they can into the mattress to stabilise your body.

“Jungkook!” You reply with a breathless gasp and you can almost feel the smug smirk from behind you.

“That’s right. I’m your daddy and now this pussy belong to me, you understand? You’re mine _____, which means no more dates, no more giving it up to anyone else. You. Are. Mine” Jungkook grits out; punctuating each of his words with a thrust. His fingers entwine into your hair in a fist before pulling your head up, using it as leverage to pump even harder and faster into you. You can hear the squelching of your pussy every time his dick enters you and the sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin fills your quiet bedroom.

“Gods, your milking my cock so well baby. Do you want me to fill you up even more?” Jungkook rasps into your ear and you find it in yourself to nod, despite how fucked out you are.  His hand grips your ass cheek before spreading it, he moves his hand to where you’re joined and coats his fingers in your wetness before he begins pressing a finger into your tight ass.

“Fuck Jungkook” You whimper; you were sure he was going to be the end of you. The sensation is foreign but not uncomfortable and you quickly begin adjusting to the single digit. His fingers time in with his cock, thrusting in and out of your ass and stretching you for him. Suddenly, you feel him pressing a second finger into you and you let out a soft cry at the burn of the stretch, Jungkook shushing and cooing at you. He lightly begins thrusting them in and out letting you slowly adjust to the bigger stretch and before long you’re bucking back into him.

“Does Daddy’s little slut like being stuffed full?” Jungkook taunts and you blubber your response, barely able to form coherent words at this point. Jungkook uses his free hand to spank you again, causing you to shriek in pain.

“I asked you a question slut, I expect an answer” Jungkook growls with another slap against your tender ass.

“Yes! I love being stuffed full daddy” You squeal back, Jungkook patting your ass in praise.

“Good girl. Oh? What is that” Jungkook praises before spotting your vibrator from the corner of his eyes. You dread what’s about to happen, wondering how much more your body can take before you collapse from exhaustion.

“Were you playing with toys before daddy found you?” Jungkook asks and you nod tiredly, you can hear the mischievous tone in Jungkook’s voice.

“Use it. Turn it on and rub your little clit for me baby” Jungkook orders and you stiffen, unsure of whether you’d be able to stand the added pleasure on top of everything else.

“Fuck- Daddy I don’t know” You reply uncertainly and Jungkook plunges the fingers in your ass deeper, following it with a hard thrust.

“You can and you will baby. I want you to use the vibrator to make yourself cum and then daddy will let you rest, okay?” Jungkook says and you wonder how he can sound so soft yet domineering at the same time. You weakly feel around your bed, your hand coming into contact with the vibrator. You sluggishly turn it on before moving your hand between your thighs, pressing the vibrator against your clit.

“Fuckkkk” You whine, your pussy spasming uncontrollably while your clit throbs at the strong vibrations from the silicon toy.

“Move it down so it’s pressing against my cock too baby” Jungkook orders and you obey, moving the vibrating toy until it’s pressing against both your clit and his cock. Jungkook begins bucking wilding into your cunt, his moans turning into whines. His pulls him fingers out of your ass and grips your hips tightly as he thrusts wildly into you.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum so good baby. I’m gonna cum so deep into this tight little pussy, you’ll be dripping for days” Jungkook says and you let out a small whine, your thighs shaking as your orgasm draws nearer.

“Damn, your pussy just clamped so tight. Does my little slut like being filled up? Does my baby want her daddy to cum in her and watch it spill out?” Jungkook asks and you whine your answer, nodding furiously. The idea of Jungkook filling you up has you gushing with wetness once again. Jungkook’s hand moves to play with your clit and all of a sudden cum squirts out of you in a violent rush, splashing against Jungkook’s abs and dripping down to where the two of you are joined. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t moan, all you could do was choke and stutter, your body wracked with tremors as you rode out your orgasm.

“Fuck! You just drenched me baby. Fuck. Fuck I’m cumming. I’m gonna fill up your sweet cunt baby and then I’m going to watch it all pour out of that greedy cunt” Jungkook taunts and you can do nothing but lay limply as he continues pounding into you, exhaustion taking over your body.

“Jungkook please, I can’t” You sob, your pussy on fire from the pain and pleasure of Jungkook’s actions. With a strangled roar, Jungkook cums, his cum splashes out of him powerfully and violently, rope after rope of thick, hot cum being emptied inside your cunt, until you can feel it slowly start to seep out from where the two of you are joined. Jungkook falls forward, biting your shoulder as he rides of the aftershock of his orgasm, his cock twitching in your walls. When he’s finally done, Jungkook pulls out and flips you back onto your back before spreading your legs. His hand reaches out and spread your pussy wide, watching in satisfaction as his cum starts to seep out of you.

“Fuck that’s so hot” Jungkook says, his fingers playing with your mess cunt, pushing his cum back into you before rubbing his cum covered fingers against your slit. You shudder at his actions before pushing him away as hard as you can, closing your thighs. Your pussy throbbed and ached in the best way possible and you were so fucked out that you could barely speak, instead panting and gasping for air as you calm down from your high. Jungkook falls down beside you, pulling you close into his body before placing a soft kiss against your temple.

“Jungkook what happens now?” You finally ask, your voice croaky from screaming out his name.

“I meant what I said ____. You’re mine. I’ve wanted you for the longest time and the past few months, watching you date pricks who don’t deserve you, has been hell. I like you. Have since my sister introduced us. But you’ve only ever seen me as Sooyun’s brother and honestly? It fucking sucked” Jungkook reveals and you bite your lips. You no longer think he’s justSooyun’s sister.

“Jungkook… that was the best fuck of my entire life. And if you honestly want to try and make this work, I’m willing to try too” You say softly. Jungkook’s only answer is to pull you closer into him, his nose nuzzling into your hair.

“Wait! Fuck Jungkook! How are we going to explain this to your sister? She’s my best friend!” You yell and before you can respond, you hear laughter from the room next to yours.

“You don’t have to explain anything! Just next time you fuck my brother, do it where I can’thear you” Sooyun calls from the room across from yours, Namjoon and Hoseok laughing loudly. You flush bright red before stammering out an apology as you bury your face in Jungkook’s neck out of embarrassment.

“I forgot how thin these fucking walls are” You groan and Jungkook chuckles, pressing another kiss onto your head.

“I’ll just think of it as payback for all the nights Sooyun kept me up when she was fucking Namjoon and Hoseok” You say all of a sudden and Jungkook chokes, spluttering out words.

“I didn’t fucking need to know that! I’m going to kill Joon-hyung and Hobi-hyung” Jungkook groans and you chuckle, pressing your body closer into his. Jungkook lightly runs his hand up and down your back, drawing lazy circles into your skin and soon exhaustion begins taking over, Jungkook’s soft caresses slowly lulling you into a deep slumber.

A/N: Yo, peep my other works if you want

Masterlist

July

I was unpacking everything from the boot of Zayn’s car as he lingered by the side with his phone pressed against his ear, trying to ring Harry, who had text him a while earlier saying he and Mike had arrived and already set up camp.

The evening before the festival had gone as expected. It mainly involved the women in my life going light headed and swooning over Zayn, which he completely lapped up and also, provoked. Zayn was an absolute pro when it came to flirting, I just didn’t get to see it very much because he didn’t often set his sights on girls. He just took things as they came. But seeing him flirt with both my mother and Katie proved he was an expert. Katie got so drunk just trying to deal with him, she ended the night with sick in her hair. “Bro, where are you?” Zayn asked as soon as Harry had answered. “Under the flag with the marijuana leaf on? For me? Flattered, man. See you there.” We were both laughing when he put the phone down, spotting the exact flag in the distance. My belly flipped. I had been constantly in touch with Harry in the two months we had spent apart. Not a day had gone by without at least a text, yet the thought of seeing him in person again was sending my stomach into an absolute frenzy. I stared at the flag he had described, put there so separate camp areas could be differentiated, and I could picture him clearly underneath it, all green eyes and curls and dimples and low voice and fuck. Every day I was becoming more and more aware just how attracted I was to him. Zayn nudged me, since I hadn’t helped unpack the car for a good few minutes whilst I was lost in thought, so I quickly got involved again before he questioned my lack of presence. I slung my giant backpack over my shoulder and tried not to fall face first into his boot thanks to the weight of the thing, then grabbed my tent and my camp chair, Zayn grabbing all his things at my side. When our arms were full, we stared with dismay at the five crates we had purchased, knowing there was absolutely no way in hell that we were going to be able to carry those too. “Fuck that.” Zayn tutted. “We’ll come back for them.” “But I’m really gunna wanna crack open a beer as soon as my tent is up.” I sighed. “That is true... We’ll just nick some from Harry.” “Good idea.” With that, Zayn slammed his boot shut and we began making our way onto the site, surrounded by people, all around our age or slightly older, going into the festival site too, their arms full and their wristbands on. At the entrance, our bags were checked by security, and then they wished us well. Zayn had told me the night before that security didn’t play much more of a part than that throughout the weekend, since it was such a small thing. It was an arts festival, really. Local bands, art stalls and vintage clothes stalls too. I wouldn’t be seeing a single band I knew, that was for sure, but it didn’t matter. As soon as we were in there, the vibe was noticeable. Everyone was happy, chilled, completely at ease in that field. There were people drinking and dancing around their tents already, and it was barely 10am. The distant sound of music coming from the actual festival grounds played sweetly through the campsite, and even though I was in the middle of some random field, it had the feeling of home. I loved it already. I people watched and looked around at all the anarchy as we wandered over to the flag, and I was glad I was too preoccupied with my surroundings, because I didn’t have time to over-think how things were going to be when I finally saw Harry again. We heard them before we saw them. “LIKE A RHINESTONE COWBOY!” The two of them sang together. “RIDING OUT ON A HORSE IN A STAR-SPANGLED RODEO, duh duh duh, LIKE A RHINESTONE COWBOY, dah dum dum, GETTING CARDS AND LETTERS FROM PEOPLE I DON’T EVEN KNOW!” We followed the sound of the two idiots singing their terrible acapella version of the Glenn Campbell classic, and soon we saw them, two tents set up in our camp space, beers in hand as they side stepped and clicked along to their efforts, before they spotted us, and thankfully, the singing stopped. Mike dropped his beer and bolted to me, as Harry went to Zayn. I dropped everything I had been carrying on the floor, because I knew Mike never half arsed a hug. His hugs were always intense, and I had never gone that long without seeing him. I knew I was in for something special. I squealed as soon as he reached me and lifted me off my feet, and that took me so bloody high off the ground I felt unsafe. I wrapped my legs around his stomach and continued to squeal with my arms around his neck as he span us round on the spot, stumbling a little but managing to keep us both upright, thankfully. “Mike! You’ll be the bloody death of me!” I cried when he wouldn’t give up. “Alright, alright I’ll put you down.” As soon as my feet met the floor, he bent down to hug me, kissing my cheek first. “How’ve you been? How’s your summer going?” “Yeah, really good.” I sighed, pulling from the hug. “Better than I thought it would be.” “So things are all good with your mum and stuff?” He asked, concerned. “Yeah, really good.” “And your dad?” “Uh, not so much. Not worth mentioning.” “LETS DRINK!” Mike turned around and ran over to the crate of beers he and Harry had already attacked, grabbing one for me as my eyes darted to Harry and Zayn. Harry had his giant bear paw slapped across Zayn’s cheek as he asked about his wellbeing and all the rest, and as Mike came back to me with a can of Fosters, my eyes were still glued on the two boys. Well, one of them in particular. Harry’s eyes then moved to me. I smiled to him. There was no point me trying to look the other way so he didn’t know I was staring. It would have only made it more obvious. He gripped Zayn’s face a little harder before he walked over to me, and my stomach was on the damn floor, my voice-box nowhere to be found as he came and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. “O’reyt, Pip-Squeak.” He greeted. “You good?” “I’m fine.” I gulped. “Are you?” “I’m sick, thanks.” With that, he pulled out of the hug, and took a swig from his can. For some fucking reason, it felt like a punch in the fucking gut. What the hell was I expecting? Did I really think he would run over, cry about how much he had missed me, declare his love for me, sweep me off my feet and we would gallop off into the sunset together? He gave me a nice hug and asked how I was, like any friend would. Why the fuck did that have to feel like such a kick in the teeth? I was truly sick to death of my feelings. “Oh my god.” Mike whelped, a hand on his heart. “The crew is back together, and I for one, am thrilled.” “Who else is coming?” Harry asked Zayn. “Louis.” “What about Tally?” I cried. “Shit, yeah. She copped out.” He tutted. “What do you mean she copped out?” I continued to wail. “She text me last week saying she couldn’t make it.” “Why?” “Dunno.” He shrugged. “I didn’t ask.” “Tally doesn’t just drop out of things like that. There has to be a reason. Oh my god, is she okay? Did she sound okay?” “I dunno! I didn’t study the text that much.” With that, all the lads took a swig of their beers and began catching up, and all I could think about was Tally, hoping she was okay but knowing if I text her from the festival, she would only feel guiltier than I knew she already did. Not that we had any damn signal, anyway. I would have to spend the weekend wondering. I then realised, it would just be me and a bunch of boys. One of them I used to sleep with, and one of them I really wanted to. Brilliant. In a way, it was rather brilliant. I loved all of them dearly, but female company was something I basked in. My life did feel like a bit of a joke, quite often. By the time I came back round from my thoughts and joined in the conversation again, Mike was beginning a story. “I slept with a girl who looked like Grace.” He said miserably. “Shit.” Harry gawped. “How did that treat you?” “Not so good.” He replied after another swig. “She was like, a shit version of Grace. And literally, the only reason I slept with her is because she looked like her.” “That’s heavy shit, man.” Zayn nodded. “Is that something boys do?” I quizzed. “I’ve done it.” Zayn admitted. “Me too.” Harry nodded. “Only when I’ve been drunk, like. But sometimes when you see someone who looks like someone you’re infatuated with, even if it’s just a small similarity, it just triggers something.” “Exactly!” Mike clicked his fingers. “I was like, drawn to this girl. It was bullshit.” “Do you speak with Grace?” Zayn asked him. “Sometimes. Always feels… pretty horrible though. Like we’re… missing out on something. So I struggle.” Sometimes, I blended in with the boys I had lived with so much, I think they often forgot that I was actually a girl. They would talk openly about these things and not worry about their masculinity at all, which was something Zayn never did, but I knew for a fact both Harry and Mike did, no matter how hopeless Mike was. Sometimes they just spoke about things like I wasn’t there. But it was nice, it answered questions about men I didn’t even realise I was asking, and I knew they felt just as grateful when they asked me questions about girls and I could answer them. “I don’t get why you aren’t just together.” I breathed. “Life is in the way.” He shrugged. We all drank again, thinking about Mike’s statement, and I wondered how long life was going to get in the way of people who clearly should be together, and make it so they just weren’t. Mike and Grace were the perfect match, and it was something they both wanted, but the big bad wolf that was life was holding them back, and life wasn’t something you could ever put on hold. I just thought maybe they should combine their lives, so that it wasn’t something that could get in the way, it was just the norm. Sometimes, normal was the most appealing thing imaginable to me. “ANYWAY!” Harry yelled. “I’m sure at some point this weekend, we’ll all be so off our tits that we’ll love talking about depressing shit like that, but Zayn and Pip haven’t even put their tents up yet, so let’s cheer the fuck up. Look what I brought.” He fished into his back pocket and pulled out the largest bag of white powder I had ever seen in his possession, flipping it between his fingers smugly. Within seconds, Zayn slapped the bag straight out of his hands. “No!” He pointed a finger harshly at Harry. “WHAT?” He yowled. “I got this for you, bro! This is your birthday present!” “Not this weekend, man.” “We’re at a fucking festival.” He groaned. “This is literally, the ideal time to take a shit load of drugs. I bought coke and MD for this.” “Well save it, man. I don’t wanna do it. Their off limits to us this weekend.” That was obviously fine with me and Mike, since we weren’t really as into that whole scene as Harry and Zayn were, but it was a little surprising to hear Zayn turning it down and saying it wasn’t something he wanted to do whilst at the festival. “Why?” Harry complained. “Because it’s so chill here, man. I wanna be, y’know, actually here. I wanna be present and enjoying it for what it is. Please don’t do it.” Harry exhaled his dismay, and rolled his eyes once, maybe he tutted too and I didn’t hear it, but then he shrugged. “Course.” He spoke again. “I’m only here for you, and because of you. I can go without. But I swear, we’re taking all this shit on our first night in the new house.” “Deal.” Zayn grinned. The two of them shook hands and that delved into a hug, whacking each other’s backs and smiling. It didn’t take Harry long to get over the fact he would only be on alcohol all weekend. I would definitely prefer it that way. I put my can of beer on the floor, balanced against my backpack and grabbed at my tent, because the sooner that thing was up, the better. I was terrible at constructing them anyway, never mind if I was half wrecked whilst doing it. “Don’t tell me you’ve got a pink tent.” Harry gawped. “Of course I have a pink tent!” I smiled, unzipping the bag and dropping all my needed equipment onto the grass. “That’s the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He laughed. “You’re just jealous.” Zayn began working on his tent, across from me in the small circle we were beginning to create, Harry’s tent next to Zayn’s, then Mikes, which was next to mine, and Louis’ would nestle between mine and Zayn’s. “You want some help, man?” Mike asked Zayn. Before he even got an answer, Mike was helping out, because one thing worse than putting a tent up, was doing it alone. I smiled cheekily to Harry. “I will take no part in putting a pink tent up.” He said with his arms folded. “Your masculinity is so fragile.” I tutted. I expected a laugh from him, but I didn’t get one. What I got instead, was Harry literally, visibly, biting his tongue. Out of nowhere, I had hit a nerve. He huffed, but came to help me. As we worked, rather unsuccessfully on my tent, all I could concentrate on was Mike and Zayn chirpily chatting and laughing together, and the bitter silence that swilled in the small distance between me and Harry. It had been literal months, since me and Harry had nothing to say to each other. It wasn’t like us. It was unnatural and uncomfortable. I thought I had made a joke but for some reason, he just wasn’t having it. I wondered if it was something else, if something else was bothering him and I had just said one little thing that made him flip. He wasn’t yelling or anything, but he clearly wasn’t impressed. It was only when we were on the final stages of the tent that I plucked up the courage to speak. “Have I pissed you off?” I quizzed. “No.” He replied bluntly. “Well you could have fooled me.” I tried. “That’s because you’re easy to fool.” I didn’t know what to say to that snotty comment, so I decided to take the high ground, and not say anything. It wasn’t really something I was used to, especially when it came to Harry, but with the drastic change my feelings had gone through since we became friends in February, I could barely think of anything worse than arguing with Harry. Finally, the tent was up, and I decided to move all my crap in there ASAP, because there were already clouds blooming overhead. I was just praying it wouldn’t rain. I shuffled into my new home and crossed my legs as I organized my things on the free side of the two person tent, kind of wishing Tally would soon be climbing in with me, but also, glad I wouldn’t be sleeping with my bag on my feet. I’d say it was only a few minutes into my efficient unpacking, that Harry appeared in the entryway to my tent, crouched down to my level. I turned my head to him, gulping loudly. I expected an apology thanks to the sombre look on his face. “I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I dunno what happened. I was just being a dick. Sorry.” “S’okay.” I whispered, still trying to figure him out. “Stop being boring. Come and drink with us.” They had gathered in Mike’s tent, wary of rain, and the fact that Mike had brought a four-person tent all to himself made it the ideal spot. “I’m unpacking.” I choked. “Yeah, and that’s boring. C’mon.” He offered his hand out to me, a small, unreadable smile on his face. And all I could do was take it. + + + Louis had arrived late, with a fag in his mouth, three crates of cider balanced between his hands and his chin, and not much else. It seemed he would be sharing Mikes tent for the weekend, which Mike seemed utterly distraught by, until he realised that Louis was quite small and wouldn’t take up that much room. Besides, they had cuddled once before, which had gone relatively well before Ed threw up on them. So in the end, he had welcomed him with opens arms. We were waiting for the festival gates to open, so we could finally get into the arena, our tents up and at least five beers down. But we’d moved steadily throughout the day, and the alcohol hadn’t hit any of us quite yet. I stood in the centre of the four boys as we slowly shuffled forwards in the oversized queue, and I couldn’t help but overhear the girls behind us, giggling and pointing and talking about which one they thought was my boyfriend. Mike put his arm around me at one point, and they made their decision it was him. Leaving them to pick which one of them would go for Harry, Louis, and Zayn. The bloody lads were too busy talking to listen to the fact they were literally being picked out by the wolves behind them. I really wanted to turn around and give the girls daggers, and see if the one who had chosen Harry was as drop dead gorgeous as I was imagining she was. But I didn’t. I mean, I really wanted to, but I didn’t. As always, by the time I actually began to ignore them, and join the conversation with the people I was actually there with, Mike was half way through a story. “So then I was like, mate, if you want to buy a puppy, go ahead, but I will never, ever, eat spinach with you.” I bolted my head up to him with a very confused look on my face, wondering if I should even bother asking what the hell he was talking about. I figured he would just start from the beginning, and I loved Mike, but he didn’t often tell the most entertaining or informative stories. So I just kept quiet, still trying to figure out what the hell that story could have been about. That was when the girls decided to pounce. “Hey!” One of them jumped in between us. “Would you guys mind if we joined you? Even up the numbers of boys and girls?” Before we could even answer, Zayn answered on behalf of all of us, an answer I was grateful to hear. “Uh, m’sorry, but it’s kind of a personal thing. Just wanna keep it mates.” I literally wanted to leap to him and hug him, but he and the other lads would have no idea why, and I would basically start digging myself a more obvious hole, so I just smiled down to the floor instead. The girls caved back to their spot behind us, and their whispering became more intense. I was beyond grateful by the time we were finally through the entrance after they checked our wristbands and bags, and we began our journey. Zayn had told me the night before, that the first time he came to this festival, he was 2 years old, his mother young, free and happy, carrying him around in a pouch all weekend. You could tell, straight away, because Zayn opened his arms and breathed in the atmosphere like it was his home, eyes closed, head towards the sky, and his lips curving to the sun. Out of nowhere, Louis went and jumped on his back, to which Zayn reacted quickly and linked his arms round his legs, laughing and grinning. I fucking loved seeing him like that. Zayn was always happy, but this was something else. Zayn fucking belonged there. “So where we going, lad?” Louis asked, kissing his cheek. “To the Working Men’s Club!” Zayn chuckled. “It’s the best place to start.” Mike grabbed the festival pamphlet out of his pocked and began talking about the band that were opening the Working Men’s Club in ten minutes time, and Harry came and snaked himself next to me, glancing over his shoulder just once before he spoke. “I reckon that girl fancied me.” He marvelled. “Hm.” I shook my head. “Is there a girl in the UK who you think doesn’t?” “Only the insane ones.” He shrugged. “You’re so conceited.” I laughed. “And gorgeous, no?” “No.” I scoffed. “I can’t believe you’ve kissed someone who you don’t think is gorgeous.” He shook his head. “Shh!” I hit his arm. “I did it out of sympathy anyway.” “You’re such a liar.” Then he jumped so he was in front of me, facing me, bringing us both to a stop. I looked up to him, my eyes fixed on the dimples that pricked at his cheeks, drawn to him in the most predictable sense imaginable. “What?” I breathed. “I just, I need to say something. To lay some ground rules, if you will.” “Okay...” The dimples disappeared and he stepped a little closer to me, checking over his shoulder yet again to see that Mike, Louis and Zayn were still on their way towards the desired area, before he looked back at me. “The flirting is fine and everything, but I think this weekend we need to... y’know... not... do what we do... sometimes.” I knew exactly what he was referencing. It seemed mine and Harry’s sexual encounters were suddenly something he struggled talking about openly. “Okay...” I trailed again. “I think Louis still likes you, to be honest. And I was hoping by the time we move in together in September, things won’t be this complicated. We could start that now.” It was what I had been hoping for, really. Keeping my distance from Harry, the two of us not returning to that place, being that way. It was what I wanted, what I needed. But at exactly the same time, it was the complete opposite of what I wanted. “Good idea.” I lied. “Yeah?” “Of course.” I was lying through my teeth. “I was going to say the same thing.” “Good.” He grinned, genuinely happy. “Okay, let’s go.” He placed a hand on my back and then pushed me so I was ahead of him, pinching at my shoulders just once before shoving me forward again, even further from him. It was becoming a more regular occurrence that I would refer back to my lectures about body language, and I cursed myself for it every single time. Because suddenly I was reading into Harry playfully shoving me forward and thinking it was like he wanted to distance from me. But what if he did? He’d basically just said he wanted to keep his distance, but that was a literal distance, and I honestly was not a fan of it. There had been enough distance between us in these few months of being at home. Now he was choosing to create more and I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. Of course I got the logic, but me and Harry had never stuck with our logic. Logic had never been our strong point. I was kind of hoping he would see me after our dry spell, and not be able to take his hands off me, never mind choosing to keep his hands off me, never mind literally pushing me away from him. My head was all over the show. A complete wreck. I sped up in order to distance myself from him even more, to catch up with the other boys, and silently praying that I wasn’t the only one of us who would read into such benign things as distance. I really hoped Harry was questioning why I was running from his grasp. Not that he held much of a grasp on me. I reached the other boys pretty quickly, Louis still shelled on Zayn’s back, and Mike being the affectionate sod he always was as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, Zayn pointing out the tent we were heading to. “OH MY GOD!” Mike cried from nowhere. “I’M SO EXCITED I MIGHT DIE!” The whole place was colourful. I was almost sure the sky wasn’t actually blue, it was just the way my heart felt being there that made it appear that way to me. There were pinks and oranges scattered everywhere, in the flags and the artwork and graffiti that disordered and completed our surroundings. Then as soon as we walked into the Working Men’s Club, we were back in the real world, a world we were familiar with. It was a funny contrast, really. We went from being in a colourful wonderland, to being in a tent that resembled every single pub in my hometown. There were wooden stools and dull, lifeless greens and reds everywhere, an unenthusiastic woman stood behind a makeshift bar, real ales on tap. “Holy shit. I love it.” I chirped. “Thought you might.” Zayn smirked. Louis jumped off his back and bounded towards the front of the stage, which was at the opposite end to the bar, watching eagerly as the band set up in front of him. Harry skipped to his side as Mike bought us a round of drinks at the bar, asking where which ale had come from, which to be honest, I don’t think he really cared about, he was just enjoying the phlegmatic Yorkshire accent the woman spoke with. “Thanks for this.” I hit Zayn’s arm softly. “Thank my mum.” “Well, I will next time I see her.” I smiled. “You look happy.” “I am happy.” He nodded. “I’ve got my best mates, I’m in the place that I love more than anywhere else in the world. I’m more than happy.” “Good.” The smile on my face was so wide and real, so much so it might have given me a headache. Or maybe that was just the beers. “One two.” The man on stage spoke into the mic. Automatically, Louis started clapping. We were the only people in there at that point, and his mic check obviously wasn’t worth a round of applause, but that was what made it so funny, and that was exactly why he was doing it. The men on stage stared at Louis, a little disorientated as he continued to applaud them. “WOO!” He hollered. “C’MON LADS! WHAT A SHOW. WHAT. A. SHOW.” I knew it wouldn’t be long before Mike joined in, then Harry followed swiftly after, cheering and whooping and crowing to the band, who were finally catching on, and chuckling down to the floor. Soon after that, the tent filled out, and the band began playing, Zayn and Louis bringing out the northern soul dancing yet again, Mike and Harry concentrating more on their beers, and then me, watching them all with heart shaped eyes. + + + There was a thick, heavy, stomach churning bass coming from somewhere, but as I lay on the grass at the back of the main arena, eyes closed, facing the sky, I couldn’t quite figure out exactly where it was coming from. But it didn’t really matter to me. We had been politely asked to leave the Working Men’s Club a few hours earlier, when Mike had decided it was a good idea to unzip his pants, pull out his dangling balls, start swinging them around, and hitting a man’s arm with them. We were escorted out pretty quickly after that. Now, the night was old, and we were watching the final band of the evening. The boys were at the front of the crowd, but I had needed a bit of a breather. The main stage area was actually quite large, compared to everything else there. So the breather I was having felt needed. Also, I was totally fucked. The atmosphere of the festival was so stupidly friendly, there wasn’t a single part of me that was worried about the fact I was laying there on the floor with no one around me, not in the right frame of mind at all. But I wasn’t paranoid at all, and no one was giving me a reason to be. I could see why Zayn loved it there so much. “OI! Are you awake?” I heard above me. When I opened my eyes, Louis was there, floating above me, his smile growing once my eyes had opened and he had confirmation that I wasn’t dead. “Tommo!” I greeted. He sat down next to me, tucking his knees up to his chest and staring out to the rowdy crowd, who were still dancing, despite the fact it was the early hours, and everyone must have been as drunk as I was. With a hiccup, I sat upright next to him. He lit up a cigarette, offering me one, which I rejected, my eyes closing themselves as we watched in admiration. I knew Louis quite well, though I often forgot, and I knew this place was his idea of heaven too. “Do you like it here?” I asked him, though I knew the answer. “It’s sick. I love it.” “Me too.” I sighed drunkenly. I couldn’t help but flop my head onto his shoulder, trying my very best to keep my eyes open, but once again my body was failing me. The warmth of Louis radiated to my skin, and it only made me feel more exhausted. “I need to clear the air.” He mulled from nowhere. “Mm.” Was the only response I could summon. “Harry had words with me earlier.” Suddenly, he had my attention. The mere mention of Harry caused my eyes to shoot open in a way they hadn’t been capable of all evening. I wondered how that was even possible. “About what?” I gulped, moving my head from him. “He seems to think I still have feelings for you. I hope this doesn’t come out the wrong way, but, I don’t. Sorry.” He chuckled. Well, I knew that anyway, but what really had my attention about it was the fact that Harry had mentioned that to him. I needed to know the circumstances. “What? Wh-why did he even mention that? Was he like... I dunno. Was he telling you to go for it?” “No.” Louis shook his head. “He just asked me.” “And what did you say?” “I told him that it just wasn’t like that with us anymore. I also said I would always have a bit of a soft spot for you, but that’s normal.” “Definitely normal.” I agreed. “And I might always have a bit of a soft spot for you, too.” “N’awh, thanks Pip!” He giggled. “But what about you?” “What about me?” “You like anyone?” “Me? No.” I sputtered. “Pip.” He scalded. I knew then, he knew, but if I was lying to myself constantly, then I could definitely lie to Louis, and be convincing. Or at least I thought. “What?” I whelped. “Harry!” He told me. “Harry what?” “C’mon, Pip. Don’t bullshit me. I’ve seen the way your eyes go when you look at him. I know those eyes. They used to do it for me, but just… never that intense!” Louis could tell I needed to talk about it. He just knew it. He could see it eating me alive and he wanted to ease me of some of my pain. I also managed to forget that Louis Tomlinson knew me quite well, too. And out of everyone I knew, all my friends, even my family, it turned out Louis was the only person I felt comfortable talking about Harry with. “I really like him.” I finally admitted out loud. And I had said things similar before. I had spoken with Ronnie, briefly with Ringo, and even that random girl in the toilets of Jax. But never had it come out quite as honestly as that. “Does he know?” He asked me. “Does he fuck.” I snorted. “I can’t tell him.” “Well, why not?” “Because it will ruin everything!” “What if he likes you too?” He tried. “Do you get that impression?” I asked with glistening eyes. “I don’t know him that well.” Louis shrugged. “That means no!” “It does not! It means I don’t bloody know him that well!” I often forgot that boys like Louis weren’t quite as cryptic as girls like me. He genuinely meant what he said. The two of them got on well enough, but Louis genuinely did not know Harry that well at all. “He kisses me sometimes.” I admitted. “Really? Have you slept with him?” “No. But I think he knows that he could if he wanted to. He just obviously... doesn’t want to. I dunno. It’s complicated, I think. I dunno.” The band onstage disappeared briefly, and the crowd began roaring for an encore. I flopped my head back onto his shoulder as we stared out ahead of us. I felt completely deflated. I hated being so pessimistic, but all the answers were there in front of me, and they weren’t the answers I had wanted. “You should just tell him how you feel.” Louis tried again. “No. “Why? What’s the worst that could happen?” “We could move in together and everything could be so awkward that we can’t even be friends anymore, then Zayn will live with Harry in third year and I’ll have to get a house on my own which makes me so depressed that I fail my final year of uni and end up with no friends and no job and dying alone.” Louis slowly turned his head to me, eyes wide and mouth dropped open. A predicted reaction to my manic mind using my mouth as a filter. “That is pretty bad.” He gulped, before heaving out a laugh. “Exactly.” I personally, couldn’t laugh. “Or, he could say he likes you too.” Louis pointed out. Now this, wasn’t something I had ever really considered. I had thought about every possible outcome, but never the one where things worked out. Never the one where he was to say he liked me too. It just seemed so implausible. “He’s just... He’s so confident.” I stated. “I just think if he felt it… he would have said it.” Louis tilted his head so it was gently laying on top of mine, breathing heavily and tutting once as the band came back on stage and the crowd went totally wild. “I guess,” He sighed. “Some things just aren’t that easy to say.” + + + I fell on top of my tent before I fell into it. Though, I fell onto the tent all my own, and Zayn had to help me fall into it. My head crashed onto the blow-up pillow in my tent, and I was aware of Zayn laughing at my state behind me, but too tired and too drunk to care. “G’night, Pip.” He whispered. “NIGHT ZAYN!” “Get in your sleeping-bag.” “Meh.” I ignored his orders, and began drifting off into a peaceful sleep when he zipped up my tent for me, somehow managing to ignore the singing and chattering from other campers, and the lumpy floor beneath my tent, and began falling into the most calm, peaceful sleep imaginable. I was mere seconds away from being dead to the world when the zipper sounded again. I shot one eye open to see Harry crouched down in the entrance, smiling sweetly to me. “Can I come in?” He whispered. “Mhm. But I might fall asleep on you.” He came and lay down in the middle of the tent, since I took up one side and my mountains of crap took up the other. I had my stomach flat on the floor and my face turned his way, trying to keep my eyes open because he was a vision that I never wanted to miss. He stayed quiet for a while, and I think he was trying to prove something to himself. He was trying to prove, that even though I was so tired, and so drunk, even though my eyes were closing and I desperately needed to visit the land of nod, that I would stay awake for him. It pained me, forcing my eyes to stay open and watch him, forcing myself away from slumber, but I did. I stayed awake for him. Like he knew I would. “I saw you talking with Louis earlier.” He finally hushed. “You seemed pretty cosy.” I would have rolled my eyes if my body had the capability to. I turned my body so I was facing him too, and I must have shaken my head a little. “Very cosy.” I smiled. “We were talking about how we don’t like each other.” “Oh. Really?” He quizzed. “Yeah. You were off the mark.” I yawned. “I guess I was.” Things went quiet again. The way he watched me was pretty intense, I noticed, like he was waiting for me to say I was lying, that I had these hidden feelings for Louis that I had never told him about. I had nothing to admit. Well, maybe I did. But it wasn’t that. “I’m falling asleep.” I spoke, painfully quiet. “I’ll leave you to it. But, just so you know… I think Louis is mad, for not liking you.” Without saying anything else, he got out of my tent, zipping it up behind himself and then, I imagine, going across to his own little blue tent and getting a good night’s kip. But after hearing him say that, my mind was in such a whir, it wasn’t possible for me to sleep as comfortably as I was about to before he came into my little pink tent and fucked with my head.

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Request: Hi love! I was wondering if you could do a jealous Shawn imagine where maybe your famous too and another celebrity or something flirts with you on Instagram or comments under your pics? If that makes sense? Haha thanks!

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You hear the sound of the balcony door sliding open which interrupts the calming sounds of the breeze you have been surrounded by for several hours. Abruptly, you spin around and set your eyes on the person standing with a bright smile in front of you.

“Hey, you.” Shawn says with his arms crossed and leaning up against the red brick wall.

“Shawn!” You reply now with a wide grin on your face. You slam your laptop shut and put it down gently onto the chair that you’ve been glued to for the majority of the day.

Shawn opens his arms and you gladly fall into them, knowing that it will provide you with the feeling that you’ve been longing for all day. In 4 days it will be your 3 year anniversary of being a couple, and your 6 year anniversary of knowing each other. Shawn has always been extremely supportive of you and your career and vice versa. That’s how you both work so well together and you always will.

Ever since you were 12 years old you’ve wanted to be acting in films and musicals, and Shawn has wanted to be a musician from a similar age too. Both of your dreams came true at pretty much the same time, and within 6 months of meeting each other, which is quite convenient. You landed your first acting role in a teen TV show where you filmed most days, and Shawn signed with a record company, where he worked incredibly hard to create his first album which then topped the charts.

 Amongst all of that hectic stuff, you’ve had each other. Making the time for each other was the hardest thing ever sometimes, but it was so important to you both that you did and remained together. You loved and continue to love each other every single day deeply. Some days, you both truly believe that’s all you will ever need.

“So, do you think you’re going to audition for that new part? Is the script any good?” Shawn asks you whilst rubbing your arm and breathing in your scent. He places a tender kiss on the top of your head and you ponder your response. 

You love how the first thing he asks you about after his long day is about yours. He’s always been so interested in you and selfless - it’s just one of the many characteristics that you adore about him. Pulling out of the hug slightly, your eyes meet his and your body tingles slightly like it has done since the day you met him. “Honestly, I’m not sure if there is even any point.”

Shawn raises one eyebrow to highlight his confusion, “What do you mean? Of course there’s a point! You could get another job... what’s the movie about?” He questions curiously, whilst tucking your loose strand of hair in front of your face behind your small ear.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t want to audition for the role. It’s the opposite of that actually: I would absolutely love to! I just think that so many beautiful and talented girls are going to audition for this, so there’s statistically less than 0.1% chance that I would get the role.” You tell Shawn, feeling a bit embarrassed and fiddling with your comfy hoodie’s sleeve.

There’s a pause that you weren’t expecting, and suddenly Shawn pulls completely out of the hug and repositions his hands on your shoulders like someone would when they’re about to give their child a stern talking to. His smile never falters. 

“Are you kidding me, Y/N?” Shawn shakes his head and takes a breath, “There are always going to be people out there whom YOU think are more talented than you, prettier than you, skinnier than you, etcetera etcetera. But what you don’t realise, is that so many people out there will think differently. The casting director for that role may unintentionally sometimes have a perfect image in their head of the person they’re looking for to play the part. Those other girls can’t fit into that image every single time. One person can’t play every character, and I personally think that anyone you audition for is lucky to have you there even showing interest to make the effort to be there in the first place.”

How does he always know the right thing to say? You look at Shawn for a moment and then down at his hands on your shoulders; and then back at him, and then back at your hands on his shoulders, hoping he gets the hint that you’re wondering when he’s going to move his hands.

He lets out an outburst of laughter randomly as he realises how weird this would look to someone else watching. Shawn’s about a head taller than you so it looks from afar like you may not be a couple, but a father and daughter. It’s quite humorous actually.

“I love you so much, and I really hope you know that.” You say lovingly and take his hand to lead him over to the comfortable chairs on the balcony of the house you share. 

You move your laptop onto the little table you have out here, and then both sit down heavily and lie back in your seats. He’s had a bit of a longer day than you have being at the studio and all, but Shawn doesn’t care or acknowledge that. Both of you love simply being in each other’s company and chilling out together to destress and forget the world for a while.

A vibration in your pocket makes you get your phone out and check your texts briefly, before then going on Instagram and liking lots of your friends’ posts. Then you make the decision to quickly choose one of your latest selfies, post it and then turn your phone off straight away to get back to relaxing.

Shawn’s phone buzzes when you post it, “Oh I forgot that you have my post notifications on!” You exclaim loudly as you watch him blush.

“Come on, Y/N! I know you have mine on too.” He replies chuckling and his eyes wide in judgement. He gets his phone out too and clicks on the notification from your post. Shawn likes the photo without any hesitation with a small smirk on his face, “You look really hot in this photo wow, Y/N.”

He looks up at you and smiles, triggering the blush across your cheeks he knew fully well that he would cause. You see him typing a comment on your post; thinking carefully about what he should put because he knows that all of your fans collectively will see it. Shawn’s not the kind of guy to comment cringey things that would make you internally vomit, and you’re secretly really happy about that. Watching Shawn closely, you suddenly see him post the comment and then begin to scroll through other comments on the photo.

Swiftly, you grab your phone and go to your notifications to see exactly what he commented on your post, “Aww, Shawn, you’re too sweet.” It says simply, “Wow.”

When he doesn’t reply and is still looking far too engrossed in his phone, you reach over and tap him on the shoulder. “Huh? Sorry, I was too distracted reading BROOKLYN BECKHAM’s comment on your photo.” Shawn says pointing at it in a harsh motion, clearly very shocked and not sure how to react to this.

“It’s literally been posted for 2 minutes how has he seen it already?” You ask Shawn as a rhetorical question, as you’re just as confused as he is. Probably a lot more actually. Brooklyn Beckham? What? You look closer at the comment – “😍😍 omg” 

Shawn shakes his head, “I don’t know, Y/N. But all I can say is that it’s weird to me that he would comment on your picture at all, let alone that, and after only a few minutes. He knows we’re together right? Do you like him? Have you met him before?” Shawn asks you, talking a little bit too fast for it to be casual.

You laugh a bit to yourself, and then instantly regret it when you see the serious expression on Shawn’s face intensify. You squeeze his shoulder, “Babe, I have absolutely no idea why he would comment that on my photo, and I also have no intention of finding out why I promise you. It’s just a compliment that’s all. I’m sure he knows that we’re together, and no I’ve never met him before so I definitely don’t ‘like him’ in that way if that’s what you mean. I’m pretty positive that he means no harm doing that and he’s just being kind, okay?”

 Shawn looks away from you and back down at his phone, and you lean in to kiss him softly on the cheek, “Sorry I guess I am overreacting a little, aren’t I?” He says quietly.

“Just a tad.” You reply with a grin.

A/N: Sorry for not posting in a hot minute!! Wow lol, anyways please enjoy!💙 You can send me requests here.

Stealth | Assassin!Harry (Part 2)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 

You can read part one here.

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Y/N closed her dorm room door behind her, thankful that her roommate was spending the night with a friend in another room. She put her back to the cool wood of the door and slid down against it, landing on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees. She wished she had been brave enough to invite Harry in, but something told her that spending more than 10 minutes in the tiny room was not something Harry would have been cut out for. If his nice, expensive truck was any indication, Y/N assumed that Harry was much more accustomed to an easy, lavish lifestyle than to dorm cells and broke college students.

As she went through the motions of getting ready to go to bed, Y/N realized that she wasn’t at all tired like she normally is after a long day at the daycare. She was exhausted when the last little boy was picked up, but being with Harry for the few minutes she was with him woke her up like a splash of cold water on her face. She smiled to herself, exhilarated with the feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

When she crawled into bed, she knew that she would not be falling asleep right away. However, she welcomed this newfound restlessness that came with her introduction to Harry. Every night for the past month, she had fallen asleep sad and borderline physically sick thinking about the cessation of her most recent relationship. She tried to think of other things, of course, but the memories of her last few weeks with her ex-boyfriend and how he treated her haunted her ceaselessly, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wondered if Harry would treat her well, something with which she was unfamiliar, and as she lay there in the dark, she decided that he would. She didn’t know him very well, of course, but for the first time in weeks she was going to fall asleep thinking about something that made her happy. What was the harm in assuming, for imagination’s sake, that Harry would be the kindest, most thoughtful boyfriend ever?

Y/N giggled to herself, staring at the ceiling in the dark. She couldn’t help but laugh as she realized that her thoughts were typical of an eighth grade girl--imaginative, hopeful, and far too exaggerated. But she didn’t care, because she was finally excited about something. She drifted off to sleep thinking about how desperately she wanted to see Harry again, and she hoped that he wanted to see her too.

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Harry slammed his apartment door shut behind him, throwing his car keys to the floor. He began pacing furiously in his foyer, his anxiety over his feelings toward Y/N driving him mad. Harry Styles has no emotions. He feels no remorse, no guilt, no nothing. He is supposed to feel nothing. He never gets off track. He is, as far as the trade of being a hit-man goes, flawless.

Yet here he was, running his angry fists through his sweaty brown locks, clenching his teeth in fury, because for the first time in his life he had missed a kill. He hadn’t even attempted the kill. He caught sight of the cash-heavy envelope sitting on his counter and realized that he was in a crisis situation. He had been paid $50,000 to kill someone, and he wasn’t going to do it. Not only did he have no intention of laying a single finger on her, he also found himself inclined to protect her. He wished that she had invited him into her dorm room to stay for a while, seeing as being alone with his thoughts was quite literally driving him crazy. Harry tugged his black hoodie over his head and threw it on the ground, kicked off his shoes, and flopped face first onto his bed. He was sweating bullets, a result of a mixture of immense stress and reimagining Y/N introducing herself to him. He wanted to know her. He wanted to be able to familiarize himself with every corner, nook, and cranny of her mind, of her body...of her. Harry Styles was mad about this girl. Pun intended.

As he lay there, he tried to suppress the wave of nausea he felt rising up his throat. What was he going to do with all the money? He couldn’t give it back, because he didn’t know where it came from. The clients were always anonymous, for Harry’s sake and for theirs. He couldn’t spend it, because he hadn’t earned it. It wouldn’t be long before the person who had hired Harry came for him, or, worse, decided to take matters into his own hands. Harry needed a plan. He needed…

He needed her. He’d only met her for half an hour, but holy shit did he want her. Fuck the plans, fuck the money, everything. He was going to do everything in his power to protect Y/N, even if that meant destroying his weapons, following her everywhere, or finding the prick who hired him and killing him instead. Harry was going to love this girl; it seemed inevitable. And he was going to see her every day from that point on, starting tomorrow. He had to. Harry had finally found something that gave him more of a rush than murder, and over his dead body would he let anything happen to her.

Harry reached into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone, propping his head up on the bed with a pillow against the headboard. He had gotten Y/N’s number at the door to her dorm, although she hadn’t asked for his in return. He began drafting a text, feeling more nervous than he had ever felt, then reprimanded himself for being so anxious about a simple text message. Come over to mine tomorrow for dinner? -Harry. He hoped that she would be as excited about receiving a text from him as he was to send it. The feeling of butterflies in his stomach was new and unfamiliar, and Harry didn’t know whether he welcomed it or resented it. Without even knowing it, this girl was going to destroy the lifestyle Harry had made for himself, but he didn’t care. Nothing seemed more important to him in that moment than seeing her again.

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Y/N smoothed her blue and white floral dress down as she climbed out of the cab that had dropped her off in front of Harry’s apartment complex, turning around to thank the man before closing the door behind her. She swung her purse over her shoulder, fixed her hair, and walked through through the large glass doors into the building’s lobby. As she stepped inside, she felt her lips slightly part in awe. Everything was sleek, shiny, and undoubtedly expensive. Her previous assumptions about Harry’s financial situation had been correct--his apartment was going to be just as nice as his car.

She walked down the hallway to the first-floor apartments, feeling her heart rate rise as she came to the his door. She reached a shaky hand up to the wooden door and knocked three times, taking a step back and giving her appearance one last look-over before Harry answered her knocks.

Harry was tugging his black t-shirt over his head when he heard a knock on his door. His heart jumped, and he made himself take a deep, calming breath before opening the door to reveal Y/N, standing there smiling so beautifully Harry swore his knees would give out. “Hey,” he breathed, his eyes taking in everything about her from her perfectly fitted dress to her eyes that shined so brightly they almost seemed to reflect the light. She looked even more beautiful than she had the night before; something Harry had not thought possible.

“Hi,” she replied, hoping she didn’t sound as nervous as she felt.

“Come in,” Harry said, gesturing into his apartment. He closed the door behind her as Y/N made her way inside. She took in the fancy furnishings, perfect marble countertops, and sleek wooden floors. She couldn’t help but wonder what he did for a job that earned him so much money at such a young age. “Dinner’s in the oven,” he said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Okay,” she said, walking over to the opposite side of the apartment to look through the window that had a clear view of the parking lot and the fenced-in pool off to the side of the building.

“It’s not much of a view,” Harry said, his voice deep and slow as he came up behind her, “although that doesn’t bother me too much now that I’ve got something better to look at.”

Y/N felt herself blush, smiling shyly as she continued to look out the window. “How come you didn’t get an apartment on one of the higher floors?” Y/N asked, turning to face him. Her voice was just as delicate as Harry had remembered it, and he fought the urge to run his hands over his face, hoping it wasn’t flushed.

“There weren’t any available,” he lied, his trademark smolder never faltering. The real reason he needed a ground floor room was so that his clients could slide their money through his window rather than coming to his door, as they would have to had his apartment been on a higher floor.

“You know, you’re the first person I’ve ever had over to my place,” Harry said over his shoulder as he turned away from Y/N, moving towards the kitchen to check on dinner.

Y/N took a few steps closer to where he was, grinning. “Is that supposed to make me feel special?” she flirted, her nerves finally starting to fade away. “Because I think that raises the question of why you don’t have any friends to invite over.”

“Ouch,” Harry smirked, playing into her sarcasm. He wrapped a rag around his hand and opened up the oven to remove the dish he had made, then suddenly all but threw it on the counter with slurred exclamations of how hot it was. Y/N giggled as he turned on the sink to run his fingers under cold water, squinting his eyes shut in pain.

“Too manly for oven mitts?” she asked, still laughing.

“I don’t cook often enough to need them,” he responded, unable to help returning her own infectious laugh with a giggle of his own. “Anyways, dinner’s ready.”

“Where’s the bathroom?” Y/N asked.

“Down the hall and to the left,” he replied, getting two plates out from his pantry.

“I’m going to go wash my hands, I’ll be right back,” she smiled, turning and walking towards the hallway out of sight of the kitchen.

Harry went about setting the table, trying to distract himself from the fact that he felt butterflies every time she spoke; a concerning feeling for a man who had previously considered himself a sociopath. He had her here, in his apartment, and killing her would be easier now than ever. He wished he could just do it, just close his eyes and fucking kill her like he’s supposed to, like he should. But he had known from the second he laid eyes on her that he would never be able to.

Y/N ventured down the hall, noticing the lack of decorations throughout his expansive apartment. There wasn’t a single picture frame hung on the pristine white walls; the only accent was a light switch. She came to two doors on the left of her, both closed. She opened the first one, hoping it was the bathroom, but instead found herself eye-to-eye with a closet completely filled with various weaponry. Several guns were sitting on shelves, boxes upon boxes of ammunition next to them. A case of knives was hung on the back wall, and a drawer full of black clothing lay open, sleeves and pant legs spilling out over the sides. Rolls of thick tape were strewn about the huge closet, and a single black duffel bag sat on the floor in the corner.

Y/N stumbled back, feeling her eyes well up with frightened tears. She closed the door slowly, her hands shaking, as she walked silently back into the kitchen where Harry was.

“I’m not really much of a cook, but I--” Harry stopped talking as he looked up and caught sight of Y/N’s face. She had gone pale and her eyes were glassy, and she was sure her knees were quaking. “Y/N? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Silence. “Y/N, what’s--”

“Why do you have a closet full of weapons?” she blurted, slapping her hand over her mouth, instantly regretting her thoughtless question.

Harry felt a wave of nausea rise in his stomach as his own jaw went slack. “Oh, my God, Y/N, I--” He took a step towards her, but she backed away, shaking her head.

“Just...just stay away from me. I have to go,” she breathed, trying to keep from panicking as she grabbed her purse from its spot on the counter.

“No, Y/N, please. I swear I can explain all of that.” She kept moving, swinging her purse over her shoulder and heading for the door. “Could you please just slow down? Y/N just stop for a second. It’s my job, okay?” Harry exclaimed, raising his voice more than he would have liked to. She stopped, slowly turning to face him, her lips parted and quivering. “It’s my job,” he repeated, this time quietly and gently.

“What are you, a secret agent or something?” she spat, angrily, almost mockingly, though she was scared out of her mind. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and she swatted it away, not wanting Harry to know how terrified she really was.

“Something like that,” he replied. “This isn’t really how I wanted you to find out.” Harry had never had any intention of giving Y/N the slightest clue as to how he made a living for himself, but he had to create a lie on the spot if he was going to keep from losing her. They’d only met twice, but everything had gone so smoothly that Harry couldn’t imagine not being able to get to know her more.

“I’d probably rather not have stumbled into your death trap any more than you’d have liked me to, either,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Look, Y/N, I know that stuff is scary,” Harry began, carefully formulating a lie in his head. “But first of all, you need to know that I would never use any of it to hurt you or any other innocent person.” Okay, so that wasn’t a complete lie. All of his targets had more or less wronged someone, making them not entirely innocent. Harry decided he was going to tell a version of the truth, spun in a way that wouldn’t make Y/N think he was as bad of a person as he really was. He was panicked, flustered beyond belief. He could feel his heart throbbing, hear the blood rushing through his head. He had no idea what to tell her to keep her from being scared; he could only hope that, as the words came out of his mouth, Y/N eased up a bit. He needed her to believe him, not only for the sake of any future relationship but so that she wouldn’t turn him in for anything. “I, um, I work for the government. My job is essentially to track down suspicious people that they alert me of, and report back to my boss whether or not their behavior requires questioning or if the person is harmless.”

“Why do you need to be armed like you’re robbing a bank to just watch people? Why would you need more than just one gun? Why do you have all of that stuff, th-the knives and the tape and the--” Y/N was at a loss for words, her eyebrows knit together, still fighting back tears.

Harry walked over to the table, pulling out a chair. “Y/N I like you so, so much, okay? I want this to work out. I promise you, if you just sit down and eat with me and give me a chance, I will tell you everything you want to know.”