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Begging for You ~Leonora Lesso xFem Girlfriend!Reader
Lesso and her girlfriend wake up together in shared quarters. But Reader doesn’t want Leonora to go just yet…
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, eating out, kissing, teasing, begging, begging kink, etc.
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You woke up with a certain itch in your core. You knew it well...
You rolled out of bed, careful to not wake your red headed girlfriend. Walking into the bathroom with a aching feeling in your core, you began your morning activities. By the time you had gotten dressed and were in the kitchen, getting coffee, Lesso had woken up.
"Morning." Leonora said in her early morning, gruff voice.
Ooooooh that tone sent chills down your spine.
You sent your coffee down from taking a sip and looked up at the dean.
"Mmm Good Morning" you yawned.
The redhead then came over and poured herself a cup of coffee. You stood there and watched the woman.
"Something on your mind, dearest...?" She cooed.
You blinked and came out of your morning trance.
"L... Do you have to go early this morning?" You asked.
Lesso chuckled.
"Not necessarily... Why?" Leonora asked teasingly.
You blushed and looked down at your coffee mug.
"I need you.." you muttered.
The woman came up to you, directing your head to meet her gaze with her fingers.
"Say again" the redhead purred, already having heard you, but wanting to hear it again.
"I need you." You whimpered, gazing into Leonora's fierce, dark eyes.
She then quirked her head and backed away from you. You whimpered slightly at the loss of contact.
"Beg."
What?
Your breath became bated and you fiddled with your fingers.
"I… S-sorry?" You stammered, taken aback.
The redhead invaded your personal space once more, her lips starting to nip at your neck, but retracting once more.
"Beg me. Go on..." Lesso purred.
Eyes widened and breathless, you nodded slowly. Taking it one step further, you fell on your knees and looked up at your girlfriend.
Oh and did Leonora love that…
Her eyes sparkled and her lips wickedly smirked at your position.
"I… Need… You... please. So badly... Please Leo... Help me...?" You pleaded, staring up at the red head.
Leonora chuckled once more. Your girlfriend then offered her hand to lead you back into the bedroom. Your eyes lit up and you nodded eagerly, taking her hand. Lesso suddenly swept you off your feet, carrying you back to the bedroom and dropping you in the center of the bed.
You scurried to remove all your clothing, then presenting yourself to the redhead. She climbed on top of you, making you shiver. She began to kiss and bite your exposed skin, leaving marks as she worked her way down.
"Please please please Leo-!!" You chanted in a groan.
"You look so good when you beg..." she cooed wickedly.
You breathlessly moaned at Lesso's words. You tried to push the red head further down, to your slick core. But Leonora only growled at you, and you quickly removed your hands and waited patiently.
In her time, the red head teased and toyed with you, eventually finally making contact with your sex. Once she had reached your cunt, she stopped teasing and set a relentless pace of eating you out.
Your toes curled and your hands gripped the sheets of the bed like a vice. Your head lolled back, and you cried out in pleasurable pain as Lesso's nails dug into your thighs. Leonora's sharp tongue worked you up to your high with ease, making you cry out her name as waves of euphoria crashed over you. Your body trembled as Lesso lapped up your juices, cleaning your core and then your thighs. She then looked up at you with a Cheshire Cat grin.
"Satisfied..?" The redhead toyingly purred.
You nodded speechlessly, your face flushed and your body limp.
"Hmmmm... Leonora hummed in delight, "Good girl."
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Leonora Lesso Masterlist
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“ Baby, it's 3:00 am ”
PAIRING—natasha romanoff x fem!reader
SUMMARY—A night out with Natasha will never not be a thing you need
WARNINGS—established relationship, pure fluff, non-sexual nudity (skinny-dipping), avenger!reader w/ powers connected to light, Natasha being absolutely in love
A/N—I'm just so gay for Natalia Alianovna Romanova
" really? what are you Rogers 2.0? " Natasha teased seeing you assault the punching bag, throwing continued punches with no plan on stopping.
" it's efficient in getting my feelings out, Natty " You answered back, not stopping your punches even as you feel the numbness of your knuckles and the ache on your legs as you've been at the gym for approximately two hours now.
" I wake up expecting to find you beside me, detka " responded Natasha, tilting her at your obviously stressed form.
" I'm fine "
" you're not fine "
" ... I—I'm not fine " you replied defeatedly, not continuing to your punch as you lean against the punching bag, knowing your girlfriend knew you all too well. Feeling tired and sweaty, you drop down on the gym floor, calming down your breathing as you feel the need for a cold beverage.
Natasha, in the perfect moment really did know you all too well, that you'd need a cold drink to soothe your thirst. She knew your habit, similar to the blonde supersoldier who used working out as an outlet for stress. She smiles as she sees your wide grin, feeling the cold can of cola she placed on your neck.
You smile at each other as her long wavy red hair slightly tickles your face, she looks down from her position, your face covered in sweat yet still finding you absolutely ethereal. You gaze into her beautiful green eyes from above, finding the view of her outlined by the single lamp lit on truly breathtaking. She could take your breath away more than a hundred push ups could ever.
Natasha and you drank the cold cans of cola while walking along the dark paths of the compound, after you took a quick shower. Accompanied by the little fireworks from your bare hands that serve as light. Even after three years of working with you and two years of being your lover, everything you did will always be fascinating to her.
You were everything to Natasha, her pillar, her compass that she'd get lost without, and even the freaking sun. The brightest ball of gas could never compare to the brightness you've given in her life, literally and figuratively.
You will always be extraordinarily beautiful in her eyes. You will always be her Солнце (sun).
Natasha stops abruptly making you halt as well, with a wide smile she uses her hands to mimic starting the engines of a motorcycle and lightly saying " chu chu ". You chuckle with how much your girlfriend knows you and laughing lightly at the mischievous grin she had. You knew her just as well as she knew you.
The low whispers of voices can be heard inside the garage as the red head borrows the super soldier's bike.
" Roger's is gonna be so mad at us, this is practically his baby "
" He'll sulk, but he'll be fine "
" yeahhh, you're the one dealing with his grumpy ass—not me "
" we're just borrowing it, detka "
" tell that to the old man, Natty "
The cold windy air engulfed your body as the two of you rode off to nowhere in particular at 12 AM. You put your hands above as you feel the cold air, a stream of light is produced as you use your powers. A long line of light with little sparkles like glitter but better. Natasha's view from the rear mirror was something straight up from a fairytale, like a dream she'd have when she was a kid.
She could see the light even in your eyes through your open helmet. She hopes she'll never see the sparks in your eyes go out.
She enjoys the calmness of the moment. It felt like it was only you and her right at the very second and she loved that. She wouldn't complain about everyone disappearing if you were with her. Maybe she'd miss Clint but she'd still love being with you without anybody else.
She only ever feels selfish with you, she can't help but not want to share you with the world because your the only person she truly has other than the family you two gained with the Avengers.
Natasha loved everything about you, your looks, your personality, your soft pink lips that felt like the apocalypse when it met hers. She loves every part of you, even the ones you said you hated but nothing about you would she ever hate.
How could she ever hate such a beautiful woman such as yourself? and when you don't feel like loving yourself, she'll love you enough for the both of you.
" what do you think? strawberry or oreo flavored ice cream? baby? " you asked, glancing away from the cold treats to not see your girlfriend on the same aisle as you were.
" get them both, oh! get the strawberry with vanilla one instead of pure strawberry " Nat replies while approaching you with a basket filled with candies and chocolates.
" babyyy, you're gonna make me fatter " you sulk playfully as you get both the oreo and strawberry mixed with vanilla tubs of ice cream
" you'd make a good pillow, my love " she says softly as she kisses your cheek, pulling back with a smile as she slaps your ass
" Natasha! " " I love you "
" you can't just say that every time you slap my poor butt ... i love you too " you say grumpily with a playful tone as you peck her lips while still glaring at her green eyes that contained nothing other than pure adoration for you.
" come on detka, let's pay for these "
" you go first, I'll grab some drinks for us " you say with a quick peck on her cheek as you push her forward
" Detka, you know coke is not good for you especially since you're acidic which is stupid, seriously? you're an avenger and your weakness is soda and coffee?? " she sternly says ignoring the cute puppy dog eyes you were pulling as you held a set of six cola cans
" that's not gonna work "
" please, Natty? just this once? "
" I already gave you one a while ago "
" that was one and a half hours ago! " you reply with a grumpy face that Natasha finds cute, she sighs knowing she can't ever say no to you.
" fine " she responds defeated by not being able to refuse you as she pulls more money from her wallet and hands it to the elderly woman who's behind the cashier who hides her laugh seeing the cute couple banter.
" I love you, my baby " you say with extra sweetness as you kiss her lips quickly while putting the drinks on the counter
" isn't my girlfriend just the best? " you said gleefully to the elder woman who smiled as she took the beverages you craved, you're never afraid to ever show off your girlfriend to anyone.
" you're lucky you're cute " Natasha says with a mischievous smile as she takes both your cheeks and lightly pulls them as you groan in annoyance but secretly loving it whenever she squeezes your chubby cheeks.
The elderly woman just smiles widely at the two as she scans the items Natasha paid for.
The couple exit the convenience store but not before saying their farewell to the nice elderly woman who gave them matching ring pops for free. Natasha remembered the beach that was only a couple miles away as the both of you secured your helmets.
" why not have a picnic at the beach, love? " you ask as you encircle your arms around her torso as she suggested the beach that's only a couple miles from where the two of you were, you relax with the feeling of the air hitting your face as Natasha drives.
Gummy worms and candies were everywhere, from the large jacket you owned that served as an improvised picnic mat to the sand. You laughed as Natasha hit you with another m&m while teasingly saying you were supposed to catch it, fighting back as you hit her right in the face with a long gummy worm.
You smile through the kiss she was giving as you taste the sugar and sourness of the candies you two consumed. Natasha quickly opened the tubs of ice cream for the two of you to eat before it melted. She bought plastic spoons before she went to the cashier
The peaceful scenery of the ocean waves reflecting the moon and the redhead that rested against your stomach as you supported your upper half using your felt so peaceful, so utterly peaceful and nothing could ever compare to the calmness you were feeling at the very moment. You grinned as you took another spoon of the cold dessert, almost empty as you ate it quickly.
Natasha silently sucks on one of the ring pops, cherry flavored lollipop that makes her red lips redder and sweeter than it already is. Every lick, you kiss her lips as she smiles with content as the blues of the ring pop you had mixed with flavors of her making a flavorful lilac kiss.
" why — don't — we — take — a small — swim " she says in-between the pecks you gave on her sweet soft lips that tasted like paradise.
" Baby, it's 3:00 AM " you reply laughing not believing Natasha's plan to go skinny dipping, you already knew she was planning on getting you naked soon enough. You knew her well enough to know she wouldn't just peacefully " swim " with you.
She just smiled as she stood up while unbuttoning the denim shorts she had on and pulling it down. The two discarded their clothes until they were only down to their underwear. You hugged her quickly as you felt the cold air hit your back. The warmth made you smile as the position was very intimate, her soft breasts against yours.
You looked at her like she hung the moon and stars. The slow glowing of your hands, a proof of what you felt on the inside, mirrored by your abilities that made Natasha smile.
She sometimes had doubts but as she saw your genuine feelings through your transparent self, she could see clearly that you loved her just as much as she loved you. She does insist she loves you more every now and then in which you answer back with “ impossible “.
The two soon enough went to the ocean, staying just a few feet away from dry land, just enough that it felt like the two of you floated away with the waves.
The ocean served as an escape, a few minutes away from everything, saving lives, doing missions. This was just you and her, two lovers taking a swim with the warm ocean waves as the full moon shined brightly framing the two women who are absolutely enamoured with each other.
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I really love reading all those genshin fanfics with Fontaine’s characters but sometimes, as a french, I am a bit trigger by the way some people write wrongly some french words… I saw a « Mon chéri » to designate a female reader…
Here a free french lesson:
Mon - is a masculine pronoun
So when you say « Mon chéri » it’s toward a male character
If you want to designate a girl you have to use the female pronoun : Ma
And so the full sentence is « Ma chériE »
Do not forget to put the « E » at the end because it’s a girl for a guy, no need to.
And if you want to designate severate persons:
- You use the pronoun : Mes
You can use it to definite both girls/boys/girls and boys /Any genders together!
BUT
Be careful if you want to say « Mes chéris »
You will need to put the E if it’s a group of girls : « Mes chéries »
If It’s a group of boys and girls do not put the E Because the male win so just write: « Mes chéris »
If you want to use it for the pronoun « Them » feel free use any versions.
Well everything I said works for any genders, and are masculine word so you don’t use the Ma.
To conclude:
MA : Female Pronoun - Use only to designate a female word or person.
Examples: Ma fleur (My flower), Ma princesse (My princess), Ma choupette (My little One? There isn’t a real translation but it’s a sweet french nickname you can say to your lover), Ma moitié (My half), Ma copine(My girlfriend), Ma femme (My wife, My woman)…
The word my Ma moitié works to designate any gender.
MON: Male Pronoun - Use to designate a male word or person. Is the most utilisate!
Examples: Mon coeur (my heart or sweetheart), Mon amour (My love), Mon ange (My angel), Mon bébé (my baby), Mon sucre d’orge (My candy… but it’s like ma choupette doesn’t have a real translation), Mon choupinet (My little one?), Mon copain (My boyfriend), Mon homme/Mon Mari (My man/My husband)
All those words are usable to designate any gender expect for Mon copain/Mon homme/Mon mari
MES: Them pronoun or to designate severate persons or stuffs !
Examples: Mes amours (My loves), Mes princesses (My princess), Mes copains (My boyfriends), Mes copines (My girlfriends)…
Do not forget to put the « S » at the end of each word!
[Update] - (forgot to say it..) MON/MA/MES are possessive pronouns! So you only use them to say something for yourself !
Examples: J’aime ma copine (I love my girlfriend)/ Ce sont mes amis (Those are my friends)/ Je lis mon livre (I read my book)
You can also use the word « Petit » (little) between the pronoun and the word, personally I find it a bit more romantic and sweet to use like: Mon petit coeur (My Little heart), Mon petit ange (My little angel), Ma petitE fleur (My little flower), Ma petit(e)-ami(e)(My girfriend/boyfriend), Mon petit sucre d’orge, Mes petits coeurs (My little hearts)…
French is hard to use so if you have any questions or doubts about a french word you want to use while writing please feel free to ask me ! I am always willing to help!
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plot: them with a popular! chubby! fem! s/o; fluff!
reader: chubby! popular! fem! Reader
characters: yuuta, maki
warnings: mentions of fatshaming/homophobia, reader is sassy, mild spoilers for culling game arc (?, spoilers for jjk s2, use of Japanese honorifics, reader and maki are both lesbian in maki's part, a creep in maki's part
a/n: littleeeee bit of a self-insert... I jus wanted 2 write a lil sth LOL, yuuta is 2nd year btw
YUUTA
a little backstory on the reader!! ok soso reader is a 2nd year who's the closest with the first years and in this au you're really close to yuji...you currently maintain a long-distance relationship with yuuta! (let's pretend culling games didn't happen lol)
so let's rewind to the episode where the slice of life is happening (aka the "yuji bf material" ep ACK)
it was just supposed to be the first years but you were in the area too cuz you had just finished a mission, and yuji REALLLYYYY wanted to watch Earthworm Man 4... so you reluctantly agreed to go with them
(ps the first years kinda have a crush on you,, like idolizing ykwim)
so the four of you finished the movie when you recieved a call from your bf
so you talk blah blah blah and you're like "wait, isn't it like 3 am in Africa?" and he replies with a nervous chuckle and a "well,, guess where I am now?" and you literally scream into the phone... okie the fic is down below!!
"You're WHAT?" You screamed into the phone. "(name)-senpai, please shut up." Megumi deadpanned. "sorry, megumi. BABE, YOU'RE WHAT?" "Babe?" The three underclassmen shared a confused look. "Wait, you're here? Like in front of the movie theater? I don't see-WAITHOLYSHITISTHATYOU-" The three of them turned heads to see the direction you were waving in. "(name)!" Yuuta yelled excitedly. "O-okkotsu-senpai!" Megumi said with a surprised look on his face. "Who's he?" Nobara whispered to you, giving yuuta a weird look. "Show some respect." Megumi hisses while glaring at Nobara. "Ah, it's fine!" Yuuta smiles at all of them. "I'm just here to visit my wonderful girfriend!" "Girlfriend?" The three underclassmen feign a shocked expression as Yuuta squishes your cheeks together. "(n-name) has a boyfriend?!" Yuji squeaks. "Don't forget honorifics, it's disrespectful!" Megumi scolds once again, but he's the most surprised one of them all. "I thought you were single!" Nobara pouted. "Well, I'm not. Y'all ain't got a chance with me anyways." You smirked while giving Yuuta a peck on the cheek, leaving him flustered. "Awww... but I wanted to ask (name)-senpai out..." Yuji mumbles. "What?" Suddenly the atmosphere became cold and dark, and yuuta was glaring at a certain someone. "I-I mean-I thought-" Yuji stammered. "Yuu, babe, let's go. Let's go watch Barbie!" You insisted, pulling on his sleeve. "Okay, sure!" Yuuta's entire face lightens up as you pull him into the cinema. "O-Okkotsu senpai sure is scary..."
MAKI
reader is a 2nd year in this too :3
soooo maki is really like NOT open at all about your personal life, it's not that she's embarrassed of you it's just because she doesn't want others to stress her out about marriage, vows... she just wants to live the present
but that doesn't mean that she doesn't wanna share you with her closest friends though! And she's going to... but she keeps forgetting.
so basically you, maki and nobara are having a girl's day out and some creep tries hitting on ya...yk what's gonna happen.
"What do you guys want?" Maki asked you while you guys were lining up for the crepe shop. "I think... strawberry?" "Ohhh I want a blueberry one!" "Okay, I'll line up. You guys can go sit on a bench and rest." "You and Nobara walk to the bench under the tree, chatting excitedly while Maki told the cashier your order. All of a sudden, Nobara stopped talking and narrowed her eyes as a young man walked over. "He-Hello miss?" He asked timidly after tapping your shoulder. "Uh, yeah?" You give him a confused look. "Do I know you?" "N-No... I just wanted to ask for you nu-number...m-mommy...?" He squeaked, fiddling with his hands. At this point, you were beyond disgusted. "What the actual fuck?" You snap. "Get the-fuck-away from me!" "I-I like being degraded..." He whimpers as you push him away from you. "C-Can I get your number...? Promise I'll call you mommy..." "I don't-" "SHHHKKK." A long blade was dug in the bark of the tree behind the man, with only a millimeter to spare. "H-Huh?!" His voice's an octave higher. "Don't you ever touch my girlfriend ever again, scum." Maki growled as she came back with two crepes in her hands. "I-I-I won't! I swear I won't-I'll-I'll never-" "Shut up, little shit." Maki grumbled as she put her hand in yours, the man stumbling away and crying at the same time. "You okay?" Maki asked you with a concerned look. You giggled in response and held her hand tighter. "Love ya."
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Cruel Intentions (Part 5)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final | Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: mafia!jungkook,
Warning: smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, nipple play, handcuffs, iceplay, dirty talk, impregnation kink, sadistic behavior (only slight), creampie, dubcon,
Word Count: 17,174
Description: A look back onto your and Jungkook's relationship days before the wedding - and the decision he makes that causes you to finally escape him.
"You're a man now." Jungkook hears the deep, sinister voice of his father say to him, smirking down to his son. Jungkook wants to laugh - because no 15 year old - freshly turned - would be considered a man. Yet his father had insisted that he was coming of age and would have to act as such. Jungkook is seated in a large, lounge chair in the middle of the dim room. There are mirrors hung on all four walls and his eyes connect with his reflection across from him - the reflection screaming at him to stop this. To not agree with this - to go against his father.
But Jungkook doesn't move - he can't find the will to. No teenager should be inside of here - the Brothel - with their dim red lights to add the lore of seduction and appeal. He can't help the way his heart beats out his chest and the way his palms grow sweaty by each passing second.
Bangtan had an old tradition spanning out for decades. It was an old practice that didn't need to be done any longer - yet his father was nothing but a man that followed old traditional rules. He knows his Hyungs didn't have to do this - he would often wish his surname wasn't Jeon. The Kim's, Park's, Jung's or Min's didn't allow this practice in their homes - they allowed their sons to become men on their own.
"You can enter." he hears his father say as he opens the door and walks out of it.
Jungkook gulps as the girl enters the room. She had to be at least 18 - Bangtan didn't do anything younger than that. He wouldn't call her a woman because her features appeared nearly identical to the girls he went to school with besides the fact that she dressed in skimpy lingerie and saunter seductively into the room and shut the door behind her.
She smiles at Jungkook - one he doesn't return. He doesn't know what to do, so he does nothing when she climbs into his lap. Both of her thighs are hugging his waist closer and her hands roam his body, her lips placing themselves upon his own.
Your eyes widen at Jungkook. His demeanor appears calm after his recant. You're unsure how to speak to him, afraid that you'd end up saying the wrong thing.
After the night you had with Jungkook at the underground casino, you tried anything to get the man to sleep with you. You often told yourself that it wasn't because of Shu-hua - because it wasn't. You at least wanted to go into this honeymoon with him experienced enough. However, Jungkook insisted time and time again that it wasn't the right time - that he was positive you weren't ready. No matter how many times you insisted you were.
Your mind had wandered today after he rejected you once more to how he lost his own virginity. It was different for men unlike women - you've heard many men over the years speak about their virginity and how disposable it was. You pondered if his was the same - sleeping with someone he deemed attractive enough or perhaps a girfriend of his.
That was until he explained that his virginity was lost due to a "coming of age" ceremony his father had put together with a woman of the Brothel. You were astonished at the revelation - even more so when he spoke about it emotionlessly. He declared that it was something that happened for years and he wasn't the exception.
"I-I don't know what to say." you murmur to him. Jungkook rarely speaks of his childhood and past all together - but now you understood why.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Jungkook chuckles.
You're laying down, eyes watching him as he chuckles - as if he hadn't admit his father allowed him to sleep with an older girl just to lose something sacred as virginity.
"It's not everyday you hear something like that." you murmur.
Jungkook shrugs. He places his fingers along your lips and traces them. "I'm not a child anymore." he responds. "And my father isn't alive any longer so...karma I suppose."
You widened your eyes once more but couldn't find the words to say. You allowed Jungkook to trace your lips more as your mind tries to process the information. Was this the reason why Jungkook was the way he is? He had a sick way of thinking at times - but it was as though he was born into toxicity. His father giving away his virginity for decades old tradition to be deemed as a "man" to the man he's became now.
You lick your lips. "Is that something...everyone has to follow?" you ask him after a moment. You couldn't help but ask - you're expected to give this man and child. And no, you were holding off for as long as you could - but it you did ever fall pregnant with a son, the last thing you wanted was for him to lose something sacred to a prositute.
"No." Jungkook responds, glancing away from you. "I have no intentions on continuing that tradition."
You release a sigh of relief. You're unsure why - you told yourself that you had no desire to give Jungkook any children unless it was absolutely needed for the sake of your family. Yet - just the thought of what if. What if you bore a child for Jungkook - a boy at that. You couldn't sit by and allow your son to be treated the same way - go through what his father allowed Jungkook to go through.
But you weren't an imbecil - what Jungkook told you about his father was just the tip of the iceberg. You could only imagine what Jungkook was leaving out and that frightened you more than anything.
"I won't allow our children to go through what I've gone through with that man." Jungkook's words come out cold when he speaks of his father. You tell yourself it's too early to ask - but that doesn't mean you can't listen to him when he announces it. "Nor would I involve them in our drama."
Jungkook swallows. He was just a child when he would tremble behind his elder brother when his father beat his mother. He had no regrets in killing the man that was hurting the mother of his children - but he knew he didn't wish to repeat history. He had no intentions of allowing his children to witness whatever qualms he had with you - no arguments or disagreements. And though Jungkook had no real objective of putting his hands on you, the last thing he ever wanted was for his children to be there witnessing it.
"I want our children to be close like you are with your siblings." Jungkook admits. "I want them to love one another without judgment." Jungkook offers a small smile.
Jungkook knows the reason why you've agreed to stay with him. It doesn't hurt him or make him love you any less - he knows deeply that you are slowly beginning to enjoy your time by his side. The love you had for your family makes him admire you greatly - the fact that you're willing to put your own needs aside for them told him so. You doing anything in your power to attempt to get Hyun-woo help and to even sell yourself to pay off his debts told him you were the perfect woman for him. The perfect woman he could ever ask for the be his wife and the mother of his children.
Jungkook places a kiss on your lips before lifting himself up. "Get up. Hyung says he has a surprised for you."
"Me?" you furrow a brow. "Who?"
"Jimin. Something about," Jungkook lifts his fingers to make air quotations. "making the home appear more domestic."
Soobin enters the station, his eyes following around the amount of men in police uniforms. It was hectic - far too hectic - but that didn't discourage him. He walks to the first officer he could find willing to stop and speak with him - he was an older man that could be around his mother's age. "I-I need to file a police report?" he murmurs, his statement turning into a question.
It was evident Soobin was out of place having never done this before. The older police officers nod his head and led him away from the rowdy crowd of officers. Soobin sighs as he enters a smaller, quieter room and the officer motions for him to sit down.
"Alright," the officer crosses his arm. "go on."
Soobin explains the situation - how he met you months prior while you were pregnant and seemingly afraid of civilization. He explained how his mother and him had allowed you to stay with them without asking too many questions. He even had photo evident proof - his hands trembling as he shows the officer the envelope. When he got to the most recent part of you and Jungkook, Soobin's hand began to clench. He felt as though he failed you as a man - not being able to protect you from the very threat you were running away from.
"So you're telling me this woman...left with her husband?" the officer eyes Soobin who nods. "Willingly?"
Soobin shakes his head. "Y-Yes but she was forced to leave!" he announces. "I just explained the entire situation to you!"
Soobin was becoming stressed about the situation. His mother hasn't returned from the Hospital yet even after you've been gone for a week now. She asked about you and Jin-Seon, ensuring that he was to keep the both of you safe and he had failed not only her - but you and Jin-Seon. The stress of her well-being, on top of the mountain of bills he has to pay for such care and his mind wandering to a dark place when it comes to you.
"There's nothing I can do about this. It's a marital dispute." the officer shakes his head.
"Nothing you can do?" Soobin murmurs, his eyes growing wide. "I just told you she ran from him for months! He pointed a gun at me after breaking into my home and you're telling me there's nothing that can be done?!" Soobin wasn't one to lose him temper - he had a high tolerance for bullshit, yet the words coming from the officer didn't make any sense to him.
"Calm down." the officer raises his hands towards Soobin. "What I can do is take their names down and if something comes up..." the officer makes a few hand gestures in an attempt to speak. "...I might be able to address the situation. As of right now, they're still married and if the woman herself doesn't come forth and state theres any abuse..."
"Nothing can be done." Soobin scoffs. "All I know that his name is Jungkook."
The officer nods his head slowly.
Soobin lifts himself up and leaves the rowdy police station - it was a waste of his time coming here. No one took him seriously - they never did. His mind was ticking as he made his way down the familiar road to his home. How could no one think about how you acted around Jungkook as suspicious? It was obvious he done something to you that harmed you in a way that would make you want to escape him.
As Soobin's eyes catch his home he stops in his track at the unfamiliar black car waiting just outside of it. He cannot see anything inside of it, the tint being fairly dark. There's no tags on the car and his mind is screaming at him to run the opposite way - but he doesn't. His eyes doesn't leave the car as he makes his way to his home - so much so that he doesn't see the figure seated on his steps.
"You must be Soobin."
Soobin nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice he hears. His head snaps to it. The man was tall with broad shoulders - dark hair covering his forehead as he holds one hand a large briefcase and the other inside his pants pocket.
"Who are you?" Soobin attempts to stand tall but it's visibly obvious he's scared shitless. No one visits them and having Jungkook and this unknown man come within a week was like having alarms ringing in his head.
"My apologies. My name is Kim Seokjin." the man chuckles. "I am here to talk with you. Do you mind if we go inside?"
"I do mind, actually." Soobin nods.
Seokjin's smile falters but he doesn't dwell on it. "Alright." he nods. He proceeds to take his hand out of his pocket and hold the briefcase up. "I would like to give this to you."
Soobin glances at the black briefcase and then up at Seokjin. "What is it?" he asks. "And who are you? Why are you here?"
Seokjin opens the briefcase. Soobin's eyes widen at the rolled cash stacked neatly inside. It was as though the briefcase shined a light upon him. It was diffult to look away from that much amount of cash, but he does. "What do you want?"
"Think of this as..." Seokjin shrugs. "A thank you courtesy of Jeon Jungkook. For taking care of his wife and son."
Soobin feels his throat tighten. His heart beats at hearing Jungkook's name mixed with 'wife' and 'son'.
"Get off of my property." Soobin snaps. He feels sick - ready to vomit up anything in a few seconds. He pushes past Seokjin and places his key into the hole to unlock the door. "I don't need that mans money."
Seokjin slams his hand onto the front door just as Soobin was ready to slam it. "I know your mother isn't in the best condition. You can use this for whatever bills come your way."
Soobin clenches his jaw. Jungkook had a great amount of nerve for allowing someone to come here and buy him and his silence - especially using his mother as an excuse as to why he would need it.
"Jungkook thinks he can flash money around and everything would be alright?" Soobin hisses at Jin. "After he broke into my home, put a gun on me and take Y/N and Jin-Seon against her will?"
Jin takes a step back. He hadn't heard about the entirety of the situation concerning Jungkook and Soobin - and he really didn't want to know. The fact that Soobin remained alive still to this day was remarkable - but he can thank Y/N and Jin-Seon being present for that.
"Tell Jungkook there's a special place in Hell just for him." and before Jin can respond, the door is slammed in his face.
Jungkook was no fool to Jimin's action. His hyung done this time and time again for years - and you being his fiance wasn't going to stop him. Jimin was like a magnet that made anyone attracted to him naturally but Jungkook would admit seeing the two of you laugh and smile at one another makes something stir in him. You're seated besides him - too close for his liking - both cooing at the small kitten in your arms.
Jimin had come by the estate with a small, meowing kitten. It's high-pitched meows make Jungkook's head hurt. The black ball of fur was now playing with your wiggling fingers, wide emerald eyes following their every move. He scowls, shaking his head. He wasn't a cat person in the slightest - but he knows you're far too smitten with the little feline now. Your eyes are sparkling at the meowing creature.
"It's so cute!" you coo, lifting the kitten up to rub your nose against it. "I just want to eat you."
"Please don't." Jungkook deadpans, his narrowing eyes staring holes into the kitten.
You roll your eyes at Jungkook but go back to rubbing noses with the kitten. Jimin smiles besides you, placing his hands on the kittens little head and rubbing gently. Jungkook tilts his head, eyes watching Jimin.
"Thank you so much, Jimin!" you giggle to the man, placing the kitten back in your lap. "It's so unexpected."
"I thought you two needed something to make this place," Jimin glances around the modern estate - all dull colors of black and grey. "more domesticated. It's far too quiet."
"Only because Soo-ah isn't here." you murmur but smile at Jimin regardless. "I'm sure Rasu will liven this place up."
"What the hell is a Rasu?" Jungkook scoffs, crossing his arms. Jimin raises a brow, simply knowing his dongsaemg was jealous of a kitten. He hated when the attention wasn't on him - just like a child.
"His name." you declare, glancing at Jungkook just to roll your eyes at him. "It's cute."
"It is." Jimin nods in agreement, sending Jungkook a smirk. "We should get him a bell for his collar. We don't want Kookie to step on his."
Jungkook snickers. It would be a great idea - the kitten was jet black except for the small white stripe on its neck. He would blend in far too well and he wouldn;'t hear the end of it if he accidently stepped or sat on the small feline.
Jungkook couldn't do anything while he sats ignored while you and Jimin play with the kitten. Jimin was a natural people pleaser and his mind tells him that it wasn't fair that you warmed up to Jimin easily with just a kitten as a gift while he had to pay for your acceptance. Maybe it was childish to think of it. Jimin wouldn't try anything with you - with another woman from a man he didn't care for? Yes. But not you - but that doesn't make the boiling in his blood lessen.
Day after day while you keep the kitten in the home, Jimin has visited. He had brought far too many gifts for the kitten - different types of wet food and toys. Even though you had dragged him to the nearest pet store to get everything for the kitten - customed kitten shirts, toys the damn feline touched once and never again and mountains of wet and dry food and treats.
Jungkook sat in disbelief when you and him sat at the breakfast table and you placed a bowl of food on the chair next to you for the kitten to eat, claiming that he also deserved a chair for himself.
Jungkook was growing irritated with the kitten. It was obvious that he had made himself far too at home. He didn't sleep in the expensive cat tree he was forced to buy - or the expensive cat bed or wall hammock you insisted the feline needed. He preferred to sleep in cabinets he had no idea how he got into. That, or the feline made his way inside the bathroom - somehow - and would sleep right inside the tub.
Jungkook was tired of hearing how grateful you were of Jimin for gifting you the gift of Rasu - the small emerald eye cat that lived a better life than most adults. Jimin still came by to check on Rasu - but Jungkook understood that it was just to fuck with him. Jimin enjoyed riviling his dongsaeng just because he knew he could. Jungkook was an extrememly jealous man.
So much so that he found himself now inside a pet store with Soo-ah, searching for his own gift for you and him. He could make his own home domesticated.
"Uncle! What about this one?" Soo-ah cries, her wide eyes staring at a puppy.
Jungkook shakes his head as he tears his eyes away from the tiny tea-cup puppy. "That one is too small, Soo-ah. I might sit on him."
Soo-ah pouts but goes onto the next one.
Jungkook already had a cart full of items. Dog toys, collars food and supplements. Now all he needed next was the dog. Having a pet before having children with you would show you that he too can be responsible - show you how domesticated he could be.
"Uncle!" Soo-ah tugs on his hand. "Look at this one! It's so cute!"
Jungkook nods in agreement. The puppy was black and brown and tilts its head at them as they look through the small cage. Soo-ah wiggles her hand between cage to pet the puppys head.
"I think I want this one." Jungkook smiles to himself. The puppy appeared calm enough and eventually he'd be a bigger dog.
As Jungkook enters the home with Soo-ah in one arm and Bam - the energetic puppy - in the other. You're seated in the sitting room with Jimin - for whatever reason - when he saunters through.
"Hyung," Jungkook smiles tightly. "you're here as if you don't have your own home. Or wives." Jungkook murmurs. "Do I need to set a room for you?"
Jimin snickers and nods. "That would be nice." he retorts, offering Jungkook a sickly sweet smile. "Is that a dog?"
"Yes it is." Jungkook beams. "I'm more of a dog person."
You furrow your brows at Jungkook, eyes watching the dog sniff around in his surroundings.
"How are we going to have a dog and a cat together?" you ask. You refused to allow Rasu on the ground with such a big puppy.
"Y/N, baby, that's just a myth of cats and dogs being enemies." Jungkook waves you off. "We're pet parents now." he beams, eyes glancing at Jimin.
Jimin wants to laugh at Jungkook's jealousy. What he was willing to do to one up him was amazing, but it was fresh to see Jungkook happy with you. It was also great to see you - the same woman who tried time after time to escape him - now adjust to your surroundings. Soo-ah loved Jungkook with all her heart and Jimin knows he feels the same. If Jungkook only knew that each time he visited you and Rasu that all you and he ever did was discuss him, his dongsaeng wouldn't be jealous now.
But Jimin wouldn't tell Jungkook - it was a private conversation, after all. He would simply continue watching how far Jungkook would go to attempt to win you over when you were already.
You sigh but smile at Jungkook. "What's his name?"
"Bam!" Jungkook declares and the dog barks as if recognizing his own name.
You giggle and nod your head. "Bam and Rasu." you coo, placing the kitten on the ground next to the puppy who paid the small feline no mind and continued to sniff around.
Jimin places his hand beneath his chin as he watches you and Jungkook. He could only pray Jungkook doesn't do anything to make you lose you - because little did the younger know, he had you right where he wanted you.
Soobin carries the flower arrangement in his arms - nothing special, a few flowers he embarrassingly picked along the way to give to his mother. He was informed she was awake now and he wished nothing more than to see her. The halls were quiet - surprisingly so - as he makes his way to her room.
Days have passed since he met one of Jungkook's...men? Friend? He wasn't sure who the tall man with broad shoulders was to him, all he did know was that he had the audacity to come with a briefcase full of money. It made his blood boil to think that he could be bought off by Jungkook - the man who taken you from him.
Soobin wasn't a possessive man. You were your own person, he was aware. Yet you cried when you left with him. The months he has gotten to know you, he hasn't seen a ring on your finger. You haven't spoke of your past with Jungkook but Soobin was no idiot to see that whatever he's done to you was nothing but abuse.
Soobin rounded the corner, his mother's room the last one to the right. He glances at the clock on the far end of the hallway and sighs. There was still no word from the police - he called back hours later asking if they were willing to investigate and now Soobin knows that "We're looking into it" means that they weren't. It was a ploy to shut him up.
Soobin straightens his back as he reaches his mothers room. The door was cracked only slightly and he pushes it back to see his mother smiling. Who she was smiling at was what caught him by surprise. "Who are you?" Soobin asks, eyeing the man.
Byeol turns her eyes to glare at her son. "Don't be rude, Soobin." she hisses lowly. She then turns to the unknown man and smiles. "This is my son - Soobin." she introduces.
The man turns his eyes to Soobin and nods. Soobin eyes his appearances - all black attire with jewlery that appeared more expensive than anything he could even think to afford. The man stood tall - even if he was shorter than Soobin - and eyes him with intense eyes, but the smile on his lip never falters.
"Why is he here?" Soobin asks his mother, not caring how rude he was sounding. The last time he saw an unknown man, it had to do with Jungkook. He didn't need any of his men coming around his mother.
"Soobin." Byeol's words were stern and final. It told him he needed to stop with his disrespect.
"My name's Park Jimin." the man holds out his hand to Soobin who hesitantly grabs it - only does so because his mother is watching him. "I'm the man who has loaned your mother the money for her surgery."
Soobin snatches his hands away and turns to his mother. "A loan shark?" he hisses. "I thought-"
"You have enough things to worry about with Jin-Seon and Y/N." Byeol shakes her head. "I don't need you worrying about me, as well."
Jimin hums to himself as he smiles at Soobin. Soobin is no fool to catch the glint in his eyes and his breathing quickened. He goes to place the flower arrangement on the nearest table to see that he was late. There was already one there - this one was expensive. He couldn't name any of the flowers arranged. "W-Who brought this?" he asks his mother, eyeing the flowers.
"A colleague of mine." Jimin spoke up.
Soobin shoves his flowers next to it and turns to face Jimin.
"Jeon Jungkook." Jimin stares straight at Soobin as he speaks. "He's also an investor such as myself. We love to give families a second chance and lift a little weight off their shoulders."
Soobin feels his palms go sweaty under Jimin's gaze. Whoever Jungkook was, he had an abundance of influence. That told Soobin that this was a powerful man that had the world at the palms of his hands - and an unlimited supply of men willing to come to his aid.
"Can I speak with you outside, Jimin-ssi?" Soobin murmurs, not waiting for a response before he walks out the door himself. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, contemplating how he was going to explain this to his mother when she returned home.
Soobin hears the door close behind him. He turns to face Jimin to see the man have a bored look on his face. "Tell Jungkook he has no right to keep interfering in my life." Soobin hisses at Jimin who only smirks. "I'm serious!" he then hisses at the smirking man. "I don't want his money or yours."
"You know," Jimin leans away from the door. He takes a step towards Soobin "you're ungrateful. I haven't even heard a thank you come from your lips." the man says, tapping Soobin's lip with his index finger - just to fuck with the fuming man.
"Don't touch me!" Soobin hisses, clenching his fist. He takes a few steps back from Jimin and hisses once more, "What the hell do you want? What does he want? He's taken everything already-"
"You mean Y/N?" Jimin furrows a brow with a scoff. "You mean...another man's wife? My dongsaeng's wife at that?" Jimin shakes his head and soon he's laughing - an amused laugh that does nothing but mock Soobin. "You were trying to play house with a woman and a child that didn't belong to you?"
Soobin gulps. Jimin's laugh makes him want to do nothing but wipe that smirk off of his lips - but if Jimin was anything like Jungkook, that only meant that he was armed and just as narcissistic as him. Possibly even pyschotic.
"Cat got your tongue?" Jimin pouts his lips, feigning pity. "Aww, that's sad. Regardless, boy, my dongsaeng did you a favor by sparring your life. Of course, you can thank Y/N and Jin-Seon for being there for that." Jimin steps closer and with each step Soobin takes one back. "Jungkook would never put his wife and child in harm's way. And now, they're better off without," Jimin eyes Soobin up and down, a snicker leaving his lips. "you. And that run down shack you call a home."
There it was once more - someone talking down on him and the home they lived in. He doesn't want to show it, yet it does cause a sting in his heart at the harsh words Jimin says. Similar to the ones Jungkook said to him. It was evident what they meant by it - he wasn't good enough for you. He didn't have the money and power Jungkook had. He couldn't afford expensive cars and couldn't have you live in a high-end mansion that he was positive Jungkook had you in. By the way Jungkook scoffed at the home they resided in and stated frankly that his son could never stay there. Now Jimin repeating it...
"What do you guys want from me?"
Jimin catches the crack in the young boy's voice. He pitied him, of course. He was innocent in this - it wasn't Soobin that took you and held you hostage. You left on your own accord. However, Jungkook would blame him until his last breath out of pure rage and jealousy. Soobin had the luxury of being with you while pregnant with Jin-Seon. He had the chance to witness you grow larger as the months pushed along and saw the pregnancy glow. It's one of the best moments to be around your wife as she's carrying your child - he would know having not just one wife and daughter, but two.
Jungkook knowing that Soobin - someone he deemed lesser than himself and not having the resources he did - had the chance to be with you and hold his child before he did...Jimin shakes his head. Soobin was a lucky man to be alive today and again, Jin-Seon and you were his only weaknesses.
"Stop going to the police." Jimin finally answers. "They aren't going to do anything but tell us."
Soobin stiffens. He tries to look for any detection that Jimin was playing any mind games on him - but he wasn't. No wonder the police didn't appear the least bit concerned with your whereabouts.
"You're lucky he called my hyung and not Jungkook." Jimin continues. "Even though he promised Y/N that he wouldn't hurt you. The 6 of us made no such promises."
Jimin could see the glint in Soobin's eyes - a glint of a man recollecting his own life before his eyes. He felt for the young boy, once again he had no dog in this fight. He appeared to have a good soul - rare for a man in this day of age - yet he couldn't allow him to come between you and Jungkook. The sheriff being on their payroll only meant they had the advantage, but there was no saying what lengths Soobin would go through in his attempts to bring you back to him.
"Your mother's surgery bills have already been paid for." Jimin added. "You're alive and well. So is she."
A bitter chuckle leaves Soobin's lips. "You'll kill me?" he asks, his eyes on the ground. "For caring for a friend?"
"I'll kill you if you try to come after Y/N or my nephew - yes." Jimin responds without a second thought, giving him a nod.
Jimin wasn't one for threats nor did he prefer killing - but he wasn't against it. Jungkook was happy again - crawling out of the dark hole he placed himself in while you were gone. He actually smiled again and when he would visit to see Jin-Seon, there was never a time Jungkook's eyes would leave the baby for long. Any whine had Jungkook in a frezny wondering what was wrong with his son. Jungkook never turned down anything that involved Jin-Seon - a changing, washing or feeding. It reminded Jimin of himself when he first became a father and it was truly a beautiful sight to see.
"I'll be taking my leave." Jimin announced. He doesn't wait for Soobin to respond before he turns down towards the hall.
Soobin watches Jimin's back, his mind clouded with the new found information. He gulps and sniffles before realizing that he's crying. Jimin's figure get's smaller by the seconds until he can no longer see him nor hear his footsteps.
A month has passed far too quickly for your liking. One moment you're in the large estate with Jungkook, agreeing to marry him for the sake of your family to now depart the country and entering Kefalonia, Greece. How Jungkook managed to get a hold of a private plane for your family to come shouldn't shock you as much as it does. When Jungkook stated that your wedding would be the best - far better than his Hyungs - you didn't believe how much he was willing to put into it.
You never been to Greece before - the brightness of it all with the clearness of the water marvels you. However, you're nervous as the seconds go by. You never imagined yourself getting married - and even though this isn't the ideal marriage moment, you're still fearful. You try to ignore the circumstances of why you agreed to be with Jungkook and at least make an attempt to enjoy yourself. Greece was beautiful and knowing Jungkook, he was paying a hefty amount of money to just win the one-sided competition with his Hyungs.
Your siblings were astonished by the luxury of the land you were residing on - all having several condos for each family not far from the beach. You loved seeing their faces of happiness to be away on vacation. None of you ever vacation outside of the country somewhere luxurious. It makes your decision to be with Jungkook a greater satisfaction - to know that you weren't just thinking of yourself but of your entire family. You just wished Hyun-woo could be here but understanding that he was in rehab was the best gift you could be given.
Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist as you were staring out the large window of the master bedroom. You could see the others enjoying their stay, already playing at the beach. Soo-ah and Hye-jin were burying Namjoon in the sand while Momoka and Hee-sun were dipping their own feet into the water, babies in their arms.
"Do you want to go and join them?" Jungkook asks. He places his chin on your head as he speaks. He relished in being with you now with only a day away from being married to you.
You shake your head. You turn away from the window and make your way to the bed, Jungkook following behind you until he's laying beside you, arms wrapped lazily around you. He inhales the scent of your hair - the vanilla aroma engulfing his nostrils. It always calms him - the familiar scent of you.
"I'm nervous." you admit, eyes blinking to the ceiling. "I don't like to be stared at."
Jungkook snickers, but grips your waist.
"I'm serious." you groan, turning away on your side away from him. "What if I fall on my face?"
"I'll fall then." Jungkook chuckles. "So we'll both look a mess. Together."
You roll your eyes but smile slightly. You place your hand over Jungkook's that is rubbing along your thigh tracing random shapes. The silence that falls between you and Jungkook is comfortable and welcoming. You would have never thought that you'd be here with him willingly after your life over the course of months - nearing a year. It's insane to think that you once despised Jungkook to not minding if you did spend life with him.
Yes, there was the thought of what if's. What if you didn't get involved with Jungkook? What if you didn't go to the underground Black Market and offer up your virginity - or worse, what if Jungkook wasn't there and you would've been bought by some older man? You wouldn't be in what you were now - but was this truly as bad as you initially thought? Your family adored Jungkook and they now lived comfortably. You didn't have to work - not that you minded it - and it was relaxing not living check to check.
'Jungkook could be worse.' you tell yourself, snickering mentally. You couldn't believe you laid with him now willingly and even taking his side. Jungkook could be extremely more controlling than he was. Sure, he chipped you - but he also chipped himself to make you comfortable with getting it. Yes, he forced you into a marriage - but another man wouldn't do what he's done for your family. You couldn't imagine another man managing to get your brother out of prison and into rehab.
Jungkook was a patient man. He didn't force you into anything you truly didn't want. Your mind tells you this because, truly, what man wouldn't have coherced you into sex by now? Sometimes you think you're the one constantly forcing yourself upon him.
Your mind tells you that maybe living side by side with Jungkook wouldn't be too bad. Maybe you'll grow to love him like he claims to love you. Maybe you could eventually give him the children he often speaks of - but not too soon. You didn't forget the birth control pills in your possession, grateful that Jungkook hadn't found them just yet. You would give him the benefit of the doubt as a husband - but you can't trust him just yet as a father.
"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook's words startles you back into reality.
"About you." you admit, leaning back against him. "And us."
"Good things?"
You nod.
"Good." Jungkook murmurs. "You're going to look beautiful in the dress."
"You already saw me in it." you retort. You turn to face him again to find him glancing down at you. "Defeats the purporse of complimenting me."
"Never." Jungkook declares. "It doesn't matter if I already saw you in it. I'm still going to cry."
"You're being dramatic again." you laugh, but the gesture does make your heart warm. "If you cry then that'll make my sisters cry. Then I will cry and I can't risk ruining my makeup."
Jungkook laughs aloud, throwing his head back. You follow suit, joining in on the laughter. You feel Jungkook brings you closer to him. His embrace is warm and it reminds you of the many times you and him were entangled like this - far too many times to count.
You're the first to lean in. You connect your lips to his urgency. It wasn't long before the two of you were tangled together, hands roaming the other body. You're left breathing heavily when Jungkook disconnects your lips, just to kiss along your neck, even nibbling. His hands raise to squeeze your breast through your clothes, lips kissing your collarbone.
Jungkook hums, swirling his tongue onto your skin. "Wanna taste you." he huffs.
You could only nod your head. You weren't capable of deny Jungkook when it came to his tongue.
Jungkook doesn't waste any time in tugging the shirt off of you. He dives into your breast, wrapping his mouth around one nipple while pinching and tugging the other. Arching your back, you huffed out a moan at the sensation.
Jungkook could suck onto your breast for hours - he was just a man. There wasn't any pleasure he got from it - but to get to see you squirming beneath him, moaning out his name and getting to touch you adds to the excitement. He's had sex with many women - it came with the job - but couldn't care less if he pleasured them enough. Yet with you, pleasuring you solely was enough for him to cum. Your moans were always so sweet for him and they often replayed in his mind time and time again - even when the two of you weren't intimate.
Jungkook's fingers trail between your legs, lightly tapping your clothed clit to tease you. He trails his lips down, fingers hook under your shorts and tugs them of, your panties going along with them.
Jungkook grunts when his fingers feel just how wet you were already for him. As much as he enjoyed kissing and sucking your skin - it was his favorite to get to watch the way you squirmed while he fingered you. You were tight, but his fingers always entered almost effortlessly.
Jungkook hovers above you, his eyes trained on the way his fingers play with your clit. Your stomach is churning at the pace he sets - Jungkook always dove right into it but you never could complain. You relished when Jungkook put your needs before his own, content with not getting anything in return from you.
Jungkook places two of his fingers into his mouth and shivers. "I'm gonna taste you now." he rushes between your legs without a second thought, tongue flat against your clit. Both of his hands roughly slap against your thighs to allow him entrance before he goes to ravishing you.
You're arching your back in seconds - Jungkook's tongue always has this effect on you. He doesn't hold himself back, his head swinging back and forth while his tongue assaults your clit. The squelching sounds mixed with your sweet moans are an added bonus. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging on it.
Jungkook moans against your clit. He adored when you pulled his hair, his high tolerance of pain being nothing but a blessing for him. He loved when you slapped him, pulled his hair - even the light choking. It gave him the masochistic pleasure - only when it came to you, however. He could never allow a woman he didn't love be dominant over him. Besides, you thrived in being sadistic to him.
Jungkook wouldn't say he was a complete masochist - a woman like you always had to be put in her place. You loved to be choked just as much as you loved choking him - he would say the two of you were truly meant for one another.
Jungkook lifts himself from between your legs and places a quick kiss upon your lips. You yelp when Jungkook flips you around, his back now firmly on the bed and he's tugging you to sit upon him. Jungkook's guilty pleasure was you sitting on his face - maybe it was the lack of air he had, but he would never complain. It was a good way to go out.
You squeeze Jungkook's thighs, biting your lip at the pace Jungkook sets as he licks and kisses on your clit. You lick your lips, eyes focusing on the bulge in Jungkook's shorts. You place your hand upon it, squeezing it tightly. You could feel the vibration from the groan Jungkook does - and it entices you to do it again. You dip your hand beneath it to get out his cock and it sprungs out. His cock was always so pretty - the tip already dripping with pre-cum.
Jungkook's hands rub your body, the sensation of your naked skin on his palm sends goosebumps and shivers around his body. His fingernails dig into your thighs when he feels your tongue - so warm and soft - against the tip of his cock.
You wrap your tongue around the tip of Jungkook's cock, moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum. You would've never thought you'd enjoy sucking cock - especially Jungkook's. The way he would whimper and moan each time you'd wrap a simple tongue around his cock gives you the power to suck harder and faster - even deeper.
Which is what you do.
You bring his entire cock into your mouth and bob your head. You could feel the saliva dripping down your chin within seconds, but it does nothing but turn you on. Your hands wrap around the length of his cock and stroke him as you suck.
Jungkook curses, jutting his hips. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lips. You always knew how to suck him so well, always using your throat to pleasure him. You didn't understand how much he adored you - how much he was willing to do for you. You had him in the palm of your hands - literally and metaphorically.
Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you, curling them. He kisses your clit as he pumps his fingers inside of you. You're tight, yet he could still feel you clench around his fingers and he couldn't stop himself from thinking how tight you'd be around him.
You lean back against Jungkook, cock in your mouth but you couldn't suck. His fingers pumping inside of you clouds your mind. You feel it deep in your stomach - the churning and rumbling. You begin to breathe heavily and you remove his cock from your mouth. You hung your head, fidgeting in his grasp.
Jungkook is positive that you're going to cum - he knows your body well now. You're jerk in his embrace, shake your head, clench around him then...
"Fuck!" you hiss, arching your back as you were cumming around his fingers.
Jungkook hums, removing his fingers from inside of you. He licks them, closing his eyes and sighing. He was horny - excessively so. But, as you rest he was going to rub one out in the shower before dinner - it appeared to be enough for him. As Jungkook places you onto the bed beside him, he goes to kiss your cheek. Before he could, you turn your head towards him and place a kiss upon his lips.
Jungkook melts into the kiss. He could feel your hands grip his shirt to bring him closer. "You seem happy." Jungkook chuckles against your lips. "And horny."
"I am." you murmur, kissing along his jaw. "Shouldn't you be?"
Jungkook licks his lips when he feels you nibble on his neck. "I am."
"Then we should do something about that."
Your hands trailing lower and lower with your lips kissing, sucking and nibble has Jungkook weak.
"What do you suggest we do?" Jungkook gulps. He understands fully what you mean - but we wants you to say it.
"Would it be too vulgar to ask you to fuck me?"
Jungkook shakes his head. He laughs aloud, placing a hand onto his head. You knit your brows at his laugh, glaring at him.
"I'm not fucking you." Jungkook says. "That sounds...too harsh."
You sigh.
"Don't look at me like that." Jungkook quips. "You're a virgin. I can't just fuck you like some animal, baby." Jungkook places a hand on your cheek. "It has to be more special than that, don't you think?"
You nod your head slowly, shrugging your shoulders. You were never the daydream type of girl that imagined rose petals and candles for her first time. But your mind was telling you that you understood why Jungkook doesn't want to go through with it. He was a man that didn't have a say in the way he lost his own virginity - no matter how desensitized he's become of it.
"I don't want to be a virgin on our Honeymoon." you claim. "I want to know...what I'm doing."
"You're not going to be a pro in a few days." Jungkook couldn't help but laugh. "What's the rush? You don't need to do this because you think I want to."
"I'm not." you assure. "Is it bad that I want to have sex with my fiance?"
Jungkook hums, he likes the sound of you calling him that. Still, he couldn't fathom just fucking you - not while you still had a sense of purity left. He didn't want you to assume he wanted nothing but sex from you or that there was a time limit.
Even though there was - in a way, but he doesn't know yet how to tell you.
"It'll hurt." Jungkook murmurs.
"Eventually it'll feel good."
"You aren't going to let this go, huh?" Jungkook's thumb is now rubbing your cheek. He watches your lips tug into a smile before he exhales. "If that's what you want...then alright."
Widening your eyes, you lean forward to stare at him. Jungkook continues to lay down, watching your expression.
"Okay...how do we do this?" you ponder aloud and all Jungkook can do is laugh.
You couldn't keep your hands off of Jungkook - even after it's only been 2 days - leaving just a few more until your wedding. The first night was awkward - weird even. You weren't sure how to feel once it was done and over with - but you recall thinking to yourself; "Was that it?" The act of virginity always appeared to be an act that would be either the best moment in life or the complete worse - to you it was right in the middle. It wasn't bad - but it couldn't be good with Jungkook's nerves getting to him. He was nervous and didn't want to hurt you - constantly asking if you were okay and needed him to stop.
However, you were the first one to initiate the sex that same night, trying to get the feel of it. It wasn't as awkward as the first time and Jungkook was surprised how well you were growing accustomed to him. So much so that you would request being on top of him, asking questions if it felt good and were you doing everything right - and he said yes each time. There wasn't a wrong way to ride him, he'd enjoy it either way.
By the fifth time the two of you had sex there wasn't any awkwardness or embarrassment. You went back to your sadistic ways - slapping him the way he enjoyed, pulling and tugging on his hair that had him cumming and wrapping your soft hands around his neck. He was convinced that there was nothing you could do to him that he wouldn't love - that could be deadly for him, yet he didn't care.
Jungkook remained astonished at your high sex drive. He wasn't complaining and never would when it came to you, yet he'd never come to the conclusion that you would want him all the time. When you weren't enganging in sex, you often asked questions about it - pondering just what he liked to do in bed. That's how Jungkook finds himself here with you in Greece in a sex shop. The embarrassed look on your face makes him laugh and it doesn't help that he keeps teasing you about it.
Sex shops usually didn't have carriers - yet the nice clerk had offered a bag once she noticed Jungkook holding more than 5 items in his arms.
"Who's getting handcuffed?" you murmur towards Jungkook as he throws a pair of cuffs into the carrier.
"Doesn't matter to me." Jungkook smiled - and he meant it. Just the thought of you cuffing him has him thinking of ways to not get excited just by the thought.
But even the thought of you being cuffed to the bed excites Jungkook once more. He gulps.
"You can get stuff, too." Jungkook assures. "Whatever you're into."
You bite your lip. It wasn't like you thought about coming to a sex shop and exploring their vast items.
Jungkook watches intently as you look around, touching stuff before shaking your head.
"You don't have to be embarrassed." Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder. "If you see anything you like then we can get it. If not then it's alright."
You and Jungkook leave that shop with many new items. You grabbed nipple clamps and a blindfold, always being intrigued by them. Jungkook grabbing a vibrator surprised you, but he only gives you a toothy grin when you ask about it. It was a tough night attempting to get away from the amount of people - Jimin insisting the two of you attend an event on the beach while Taehyung asks if you wanted to accompany him to a jazz show. It was nearly embarrassing to say you were blowing everyone off just to have sex with one another.
As you enter the room, one thing soon leads to another and somehow you're naked with Jungkook aggressively fingering you. He's hovering above you, eyes intently watching the way you're clenching around his fingers. You're so tight that he adds a third finger, arousal dripping down his wrists. He's thankful that you've agreed to be hand-cuffed, it makes the entire situation much more exciting.
"Let's try something new." your ears catch Jungkook's voice - a moaning statement.
Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and lifts himself off of the bed. You watch as he goes towards the black bag of sex toys. You lick your lips and gulp. Jungkook returns with a smirk on his lips, the blindfold in one hand and the vibrator in the other.
"Let's put these on you." Jungkook hums and climbs upon the bed.
You nod, offering a short smile. Jungkook places the blindfold over your eyes - the cotton mask hiding the world around you. You could hear and feel Jungkook moving around the bed. "I'm going to try something, alright?"
You nod your head and continue to wait. You hear clanking metal and now are left even more confused until you feel a sudden coldness on your nipples. You yelp and jerk your back - startled by the sudden coldness.
"Have you ever heard of iceplay?" Jungkook's words come through your ears and you conclude that he's directly next to you.
"N-No."
"We'll see if you like it." Jungkook murmurs.
You feel Jungkook trail the ice along your breast and nipples, his lips - warm and wet - kissing and sucking along your neck. The cold touch of the ice feels weird upon your skin, but you wouldn't say it doesn't arouse you. It brings out an odd erotic feeling within you that has you moaning for more - and Jungkook delivers. He trails the ice along your belly button and between your thighs before he stops at your clit. You're shivering at the feeling, but you don't want him to stop.
Jungkook loved observing your reaction to the ice - it was expressive as always and he knew you liked what he was doing. It was amazing to see you now - handcuffed and allowing him to do whatever he desired to feed his sexual desire for you, the way you'd moaned his name so lovingly - he would do anything in his power to keep you comfortable and safe just as you felt at this moment.
Jungkook kisses your cheek before taking hold of the vibrator. He goes between your legs, eyes catching the way you bite your lip. He turns on the vibrator, the buzzing sound loud and powerful. He kisses your clit before placing the vibrator against it.
You arch your back, releasing a loud moan. Your stomach sucks in as you inhale, the vibrations driving you crazy. Jungkook holds your thigh open each time there's an attempt from you to close them - his eyes adoring the way you drip onto the bed.
"I want you to cum, baby." Jungkook mumbles. He removes his hand from your thighs to enter 3 fingers inside of you.
You jump at pressure and in normal jungkook fashion, he doesn't hesitate in pumping inside of you. The vibrations along your clit mixed with Jungkook fucking his fingers into you has you tugging against the handcuffed restraints. You shake your head side to side - wishing you could watch Jungkook between your legs, but the blindfold adds even more arousal to you.
Jungkook presses the vibrator harder against your clit, his fingers not halting their pumping. "I can feel you clenching around my fingers." Jungkook chuckles, curling his fingers. "Are you going to cum?"
You nod your head hastily - you could feel the pressure coming from deep within you. Jungkook knows when you were close to cumming - the way you'd begin to gasp for air, clench your stomach and around his fingers.
"I love to see you cum for me, baby." Jungkook moans - his own cock was hard and throbbing, itching to just be inside of you. He was sure that he would be content with just watching you be pleasured - but now knowing how your walls felt; so tight, wet and warm...
Jungkook groans at the sight of you dripping onto his wrists, your throat releasing a loud moan. You're curses out lowly to yourself as your high gets to you. Jungkook nods his head with a smirk on his lips. "You're so beautiful when you cum for me, baby. I love it."
Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and the vibrator from your clit, turning it off. You're twitching while attempting to catch your breath. You lean your head back once you feel Jungkook remove the blindfold from your eyes. You blink a few times to adjust to the sudden light - Jungook's smirking down at you.
"Take these cuffs off of me." you murmur to Jungkook with a bite of your lip.
Jungkook does just that, making sure to rub your wrists to make sure they weren't hurting from being in the same position for who knows how long. "Are you-" Jungkook feels your palm connect to his cheek and he's stunned - but it doesn't frighten nor anger him. He feels you climb into his , wrapping your legs around him.
You crash your lips onto his and Jungkook wastes no time. He moans when he feels your tongue enter his mouth, the both of you fighting for dominance - but he had no problem with allowing you to dominate him.
As your tongue dances with his, your fingers catch Jungkook's hair and you yank on it. The moan that the man lets out makes you clench around nothing. There was something about Jungkook that you admire - the way he allows you to hit him as hard as you wanted and never does anything about it. No matter how hard you'd pull his hair, he would just smile at you with lust filled eyes. When your hands wrapped around his neck and he coughed for air but the way his hands would rest lovingly on your waist - it excites you.
But even you had your moments. As much as you relished witnessing Jungkook - the powerful man who had men at his disposal - become completely submissive by you, you also cherish when he does the same. It was insane to think that only days ago you were a virgin and now you and Jungkook couldn;t keep your hands away from one another. The way you felt around him was complete - as iconic as it was to admit to yourself. The same man who bought your virginity and ordered for you to be his wife was now the man who made you feel...loved? Cared for?
Whatever the feeling was, you prayed it'd never changed.
"I want to ride you." you whisper in Jungkook's ear - sending goosebumps up his arm.
Jungkook nods his head hastily. He'd allow you to do anything you wanted to him - that fact was obvious.
While you were naked for him, Jungkook was fully clothed. Not for long - he yanks down his shorts and removes his shirt. He begins to lay back and hold your waist when you stop him. "I don't want you to touch me."
Jungkook knits his brows. "What do you mean?"
You fight the satisfied smile from forming onto your lips. Your eyes glances towards the handcuffs laying onto the bed. You grab them in a quick movement and placing one onto Jungkook's wrist. "It's your turn." you tease, blowing him a quick kiss before handcuffing the other wrist behind his back.
Jungkook can feel the excitement running through him when you push him to sit against the headboard. He appears like a child in a candy store - doe eyes wide and waiting for you to do your next move.
And you do - not hesitating when you sit onto his cock that was already painfully correct for you.
"Shit." Jungkook clenches his eyes shut. You're wrapping around him just right and he's positive that he wont be lasting for long.
Placing both hands onto Jungkook's shoulder, you dig your nails into it. It causes Jungkook to squirm, but he couldn't care less if you'd draw blood doing so.
You start your pace in riding him - you weren't a professional at this so it feels weird. But Jungkook was having the time of his life no matter how inexperience you were on top of him - he grunted and groaned out your name while clenching and unclenching his eyes. He was unsure where he desired to look - your goregous moaning face, your bouncing breast or your pussy wet and gripping around him.
You quicken the pace, feeling Jungkook deep inside of you. The sensation was amazing and you were certain you never wanted to stop. Jungkook's cock was perfect - the size was just enough to please you. Your mind - obviously clouded - thinks it was sculptured this way for you and only you.
"Your pussy feels so good, baby." Jungkook exhales - at this moment you're not crashing against him, each thrust sends him flying into the headboard. Neither of you care about being loud - a plus since the whole house was for just the two of you. "It feels like it was made just for me."
You swallow hard, throwing your head back. Your arms bring themselves back to hold onto his thighs as you continue to ride him. Jungkook couldn't help his eyes from watching your breast - perfectly rounded with hardened nipples - bounce as you fuck yourself against his cock. It was a sight that he would never forget for as long as he lived. He bites his lip.
"I'm not going to last long." Jungkook admits embarrassingly. How could he when you were doing this to him?
"Why not?" you laugh - a laugh that taunts him. "You can't handle it?"
Jungkook shakes his head. "I-I can."
"You sure?" you squeeze around him and smirk at the way Jungkook curses. "If that's so then don't cum until I tell you to."
Jungkook gulps. He closes his eyes - it was worth a try. If his eyes didn't catch onto the beauty that was you, then maybe he had a chance in not cumming. However, his eyes already have your sight engraved into his brain and even when he wasn't looking at you, you were all he could see. The sounds of your skin slapping his mixed with his moans aren't on his side, either.
"I love you so much." Jungkook groans out, it was low and he's unsure if he intended for you to hear him - but you do. At this moment he's moments from cumming and he's babbling, a few gibberish and some you could actually hear. "I can't wait for you to be my wife."
You yourself close your eyes.
"You're going to look so beautiful." Jungkook sucked in his breath - he's making an effort to not cum without your command. "You're going to look even more beautiful when you're pregnant with our child."
You moan out aloud this time - Jungkook was a professional at dirty talk. He said things you would have never in a million years thought would turn you on.
"Your stomach's going to be so swollen carrying my child." Jungkook continues, his hips jutting to thrust into you and this causes him to go deeper until he's hitting a sweet spot. "I can never get you off of my mind..."
"S-Shut up." you hum. You were suppose to be in charge and all he's doing is making you slowly become submissive.
"You occupy my mind all the time. All I can think about is you." Jungkook tugs at the handcuffs but it doesn't unlock. "Take these off of me." he commands, his voice deep and threatening.
You stop your thrust to open your eyes. You find Jungkook already looking at you intently. His eyes compell you to do as he says slowly. Once the last handcuff was off of him, he flips you. He enters you without a second thought and starts at a harsh pace. A hand is wrapped around your neck and he arches your back so he could continue whispering into your ears.
"I think about loving you. Caring for you..." Jungkook's thrust was powerful and echoed off the walls. "I think about breeding you. I know you'll be the perfect mother for our children."
You feel tears sweel in your eyes because damn did he have a way with words when it was time for him to be in control.
"I promise nothing will ever happen to you or them." Jungkook places his head on top of yours - you were tightening around him and he understands you're going to cum. So was he. "I'll always protect you and our children."
"Please cum in me." you cry out, the tears of pleasure already streaming down your face. Your mind is blurred and all you can think about was having him inside of you completely - your sober mind wouldn't agree, yet she wasn't here with you now.
Besides - you were on birth control.
"Please cum in me, Kookie." you beg once more and it's what sends him over the edge. He nods his head at you before doing so - deeply. It sends both of you tumbling over.
Your eyes feel heavy when you feel Jungkook wrap an arm around you. Unsure of what else to do, you do what your body wants and fall into a state of slumber.
Yoongi takes a fussy Jin-Seon in his arms and rocks him gently. Jungkook watches how his son calms down in his Hyung's arms and releases a sigh of relief. He leans back into the chair and continues to eye his son, noticing the way his tiny fingers spreaded themselves out and he couldn't help but smile.
He had Jin-Seon while you rested - surprised that you did so. You didn't have an issue with allowing Jungkook around Jin-Seon, knowing he would never intentionally hurt him. But, he understood you were a mother and naturally was protective of him, so when you agreed on getting a bit of extra sleep and trusted him to watch Jin-Seon tells Jungkook that you were (ever so slowly) beginning to trust him again.
And this time, Jungkook would take your trust into account.
"Who knew you could be so soft, hyung." Jimin teases.
"We've known Yoongi to be a fraud for years now." Jin waves his hand with a laugh. "He treats Holly better than he treats us."
Jungkook stands when he hears a few whimpers come from Jin-Seon. "Is he alright?" he asks Yoongi who rolls his eyes.
"Yes, Jungkook, he is." he responds. "He just wants you to hold him is my guess."
Jungkook nods and takes Jin-Seon back into his arms, making little noises to calm him down.
"You know," Jimin crosses his legs. "he will eventually start crying just because he knows you would always come."
Jungkook furrows a brow at Jimin. "I'm his father." he deadpans. "Why wouldn't I come?"
"Got a point." Jimin smirks and leans back into his seat.
Jungkook wiggles his finger in front of Jin-Seon and cheers lowly when his son wraps his tiny hand around his finger. He understands that Jin-Seon was already spoiled - he often took him in his arms whenever he heard the slightest whimpers or coos. He couldn't help himself - he only knew of his sons existence for about a month and blamed only himself that he wasn't there during your pregnancy.
Jungkook also understood that his father wasn't much of a father. His mother had thousands of photos and he couldn't find one where his father held his as a baby - but he found one too many of his uncles - his Hyungs fathers - holding him and his brother. He had no desire for his son to grow wondering if he ever loved him because he would already know the answer.
"I think it's time for us to go." Jin claps his hands together. "We've been with Jin-Seon for hours - I know he's growing tired of us."
"May be tired of the rest of you." Hoseok says, strolling towards Jungkook and a yawning Jin-Seon. He places a finger on his forehead. "But he loves me."
Jin-Seon whimpers and Jungkook takes a step back from Hoseok. "That's enough, you're upsetting him." he frowns at his Hyung.
Hoseok scoffs but leaves it alone. Jin-Seon was a trader - never once did he whimper or cry in his arms. "I'll be back and he'll love me." he says down to Jin-Seon.
Jungkook rocks Jin-Seon in his arms as his Hyung leaves. By his feet stood Bam, walking behind him as he strolled around with his son. He was once afraid that Bam would attack the infant - but it was the opposite. All Bam was interested in doing was smelling him - Rasu was more hands on. He'd often climb wherever the baby laid and would sleep besides him, no matter how many times he'd tell the feline not to do so.
Jungkook raises his son into the air, smiling as the baby looks down at him uninterestedly. "So cute." he laughs, lightly lowering and raising his son. "So, so cute - damn it!" Jungkook quickly places his son on the furthest end of the leather couch. He removes his shirt - now stained with white baby spit up. He uses the shirt to wipe his face and throws it to the side.
Jin-Seon begins to fuss. Jungkook places him back into his arms. "I'm not upset." he coos at his son. "I'll never be upset at you."
Jin-Seon squirms in Jungkook's arms, his head towards his bare chest and mouth open trying to feed on nothing. Jungkook frowns, his bottom lip forming a pout. "You must be hungry." he murmurs down to his son before standing slowly, afraid if he done so far too quick he'd drop Jin-Seon.
Jungkook makes his way to you. You had woke a few moments before his Hyungs had nor were you far, only in the next room organizing Jin-Seon's nursery when he arrived frantically. Jin-Seon was seconds away from crying, the low whimpers telling him so. "He's hungry." Jungkook says as he enters. You're folding Jin-Seon's clothes when he does. "I don't want him to cry."
You roll your eyes before turning to Jungkook. You wouldn't admit it - but you found it cute how concerned Jungkook was whenever Jin-Seon cried. You've dealt with children since a young age with the amount of nieces and nephews you had and knew that them crying would be the least of your worries. You attempted to tell Jungkook this - yet he was convinced that whenever Jin-Seon cried it would be the end of the world. "Why are you shirtless?"
"He...spit up on my shirt again." Jungkook glances away.
"Black shirt?" you ask, but only because you know the answer.
"...Yeah."
"I told you to stop wearing dark clothing - it'll just stain." you shake your head with a sigh - but Jungkook didn't care, you knew this. He told you that he'll just buy more. "Men never listen." you smile at Jin-Seon. "Do you want to feed him?" you tilt your head. "Jae-Beom got me a pump as a late gift. I only got enough for one feeding. It's warming up now."
Jungkook's eyes widen as his eyes watch you go around Jin-Seon's nursery and grab what you thought he needed to feed him. He was nervous - he never fed Jin-Seon before since you breast fed him, but he enjoyed watching. Not in a sick perverted way - but getting to witness you caring for his son was a sight he was thankful to experience.
You usher him to sit down and place the bottle in his hands. Jin-Seon was seconds from crying and Jungkook's nerves were kicking in. "What if he doesn't want me to?" he questions. "He's use to you."
"If he doesn't like it then we can switch." you responded. "I think you give him too much power. He's a baby."
Jungkook remains quiet but listens on how you instruct him to put the nipple in his mouth. He does and sighs in relief that Jin-Seon begins to suck without a care who was feeding him. He smiles a low smile the way Jin-Seon stops squirming. His eyes are stuck on his sons face - so peaceful as he is fed. Not a care in the world - no problems to face.
You go back to folding Jin-Seon's clothes for the next few minutes, organizing everything around you for an easy find. The room is quiet and you're humming to yourself lowly. Jin-Seon was going to be a hungry child when he grew - all he wanted to do was eat. And knowing Jungkook, he'd allow Jin-Seon to do whatever he wanted as long as he wasn't hurting himself.
When you turn around to check on Jin-Seon, your eyes catch Jungkook's appearance and are taken aback. "Are you crying?" you whisper, unsure if you were intruding on a personal moment or not.
Jungkook feels the tears drop from his cheek and onto Jin-Seon's onesie. He takes a deep breath then swallows. "I can't take back what I've done to you Y/N. I wish I would've listened when you begged me not to." Jungkook wipes a few tears away with his shoulder, careful not to disturb a carefree Jin-Seon.
You've never seen Jungkook cry before - it startles you. One moment he was alright, smiling down at Jin-Seon as he feeds him and now he's visibly disturbed.
"Jungkook, what-"
"I love you with all my heart for making me a father but I hate myself for how it happened. I know..." Jungkook's eyes stare at Jin-Seon, his eyes watering even more. He wasn't a cryer - especially not in front of others. But the thought of his son growing older and despising him for what he's done to you makes his blood run cold. "I would do anything for you and Jin-Seon and I will spend forever trying to redeem myself."
Jungkook removes the bottle from Jin-Seon's mouth and begins to burp him.
Your step closer to them, your eyes on the unfamiliar mark on his chest. You squint your eyes to see just what it was. Jungkook lifts his head and notices your attention on your chest.
"I forgot to tell you." Jungkook murmurs. He gently stands, holding Jin-Seon to his chest. "I got it done when you were...gone. I added his name the day after I brought him home."
You glance upward to Jungkook then back down to the tattoo engraved into his skin - right above his heart.
Jungkook feels your fingertips touch his skin, tracing the tattoo of your and Jin-Seon's name followed by numbers. You take note that it was the day you and him married - and the day Jin-Seon was born.
You're unsure how to feel. Jungkook had many tattoos littering his body, yet this was reasonably more personal. It being tattoo right above his heart tells it all.
"I'm not telling you to forgive me." continues Jungkook. Jin-Seon was now asleep, his small hand in a tight fist held close to his lips.
"I'm not sure what you want me to say."
"Nothing." Jungkook answers with a shake of his head. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."
You cross your arms but turn your head away.
"I told you about my father and what he's done to me and my hyung..." Jungkook starts, he feels his throat swell up. "...and I...I took advantage of you that night. You begged me to stop-"
"You don't have to-" You didn't want to hear this - or relive that night.
"You begged me to stop, Y/N. And I didn't!" Jungkook hisses. He sniffles when Jin-Seon jumps in his arms, but doesn't wake. He rushes to place his son in his crib. He turns towards you, clenching the crib. "I told myself I would never be like that man and I became him."
You didn't know what there was to say to him. You could feel your own throat swell at the sight of him - he's clenching Jin-Seon's crib far too tight that his knuckles were turning white. His eyes were teary and a single drop falls into the crib as he watches his son sleep.
"Thank you for coming back to me." Jungkook's words are sincere. "I know I put you through Hell. I know I didn't give you a choice..."
Jungkook faces you now - even with blurry eyes does he noticed the hurt in your face.
"I don't want our son growing up questioning if I love you or him." Jungkook steps closer to you, gulping. "I want to be the father I never had. I...I..."
Jungkook hangs his head. He doesn't know what to say. It would be cowardly to apologize to you - he has already. Many times, however, it felt wrong. He knew what he did was wrong and to apologize to you once more would be like a slap in the face. You didn't want to hear it - he was sure of it.
"You're not like him." Jungkook hears your low voice through his ears. You curse at yourself for doing this - you owe Jungkook nothing, not even your kindness. But what you heard of Jungkook's father, you knew well enough that his son was nothing like him, no matter what he's put you through. "Jin-Seon...I know he'll be happy to have you as a father."
Jungkook widens his eyes at your words. You aren't looking at him but he appreciates your words. He doesn't deserve them - not after all he's put you through. He steps even closer to you, hands shaking. "Can I hug you?" he mumbles. "It's okay if you-"
"Okay." you nod in agreement. You feel his arms wrap around you and it brings back a flood of memories with just his scent alone. You gulp and exhale.
Jungkook holds you close to himself - tight but not enough to make you uncomfortable. He wasn't one to do this - to show such vulnerability. He was tired of being the man he was since you've been gone - the things he's done to people, especially the women at the Brothel. He felt unlike himself, hating the world for something he's done. You would've never left if he could just say no to whatever bullshit tradition that didn't mean anything. He could've had the chance to see you grow pregnant with his child, to take pictures with you and deal with whatever cravings you had. You and him would be a family - the one he never had when he was a child.
"You never told me you could paint." you cross your arms. Your eyes catch the painting he has with Soo-ah and Hyejin. Both girls are painting rainbows while Jungkook had painted a museum worthy piece - a waterfall surrounded by an array of trees and a stream.
"You never asked." Jungkook snorts, glancing your way.
"Well...it's not like people in your line of work do this." you defend, eyes admiring the painting. The amount of detail you catch was amazing - so amazing that you were sure that this could be a profession Jungkook could work in.
"Is that so?" Jungkook furrows a brow. "Namjoon-hyung also paints - as a hobby. He also writes books."
Namjoon was an intelligent man, you didn't doubt that. If these men were normal people - and not apart of whatever Mafia like gang, you wouldn't doubt for a second that Namjoon was a writer and Jungkook an artist.
"Never judge a book by its cover." you shrug.
You leave it alone - Jungkook was allowed to be talented. He was more ways than one - not only in sex.
Speaking of sex with Jungkook, as you woke this morning you felt the aftermath of the night prior. It hit you like a train, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. Sex with Jungkook was always wonderful - and each time you woke up just like this.
What you weren't expecting was the words Jungkook spoke to you. Sure, he was a natural dirty talker and got off on speaking such dirty, praising and sometimes degrading words to you. His words last night got to you, so much so that you begged him to cum inside of you. It embarrasses you each time you think of it, but did you really regret it? The sex was good and consensual. You asked him to and he delivered - you couldn't say you felt indifferent about it.
You grab a quick breakfast - some juice and a bagel. You weren't hungry at the moment and haven't been since you arrived in Greece. Making your way into the back of the beach out, you stroll your way towards the Gazebo that sat a few feet from the pool. You sit and admire the scenery - the mountains are miles away but seem so close. The trees surrounded them are moving around in the wind and you wish you brought your phone to take a picture of it.
"Hello."
Your head snaps to the voice - an unfamiliar one. You straighten your back at the woman. She offers you a smile as she seats herself across from you. She's an older woman with a few wrinkles around her eyes, but you cannot say just what her age was. Her hair was cut into a short bob - jet black with a few strands tucked behind her ear.
"You're Y/N." she states and you nod, bowing to her. There was something about this woman that was familiar to you, yet you're unsure how. "I'm Lee Young-Hee."
"Y/L Y/N." you smile, nodding your head respectfully. You take a sip of your drink. "Do you know my fiance?"
Young-Hee nods her head. "I know my son well."
You widen your eyes in horror. Quickly, you bow, apologizing to her. You're unsure how to now face her - how could you not know what his mother looked like. Yet, you blamed Jungkook. He spoke fondly of her always - yet pictures of her weren't around his home and you never thought about questioning when you'd meet her.
"My son spoke of you often. I was wondering when he'd allow me to meet you." Young-Hee scans your appearance, checking for anything she could on your skin that stood out. "I got the invitation to your wedding just yesterday. Got on the next flight here."
You're confused. Jungkook was the one that set the date - and everything else. Why would he purposely leave his mother out of the wedding?
"I'm just as confused." you admit.
You notice the way she looks at you, as if she's trying to find something.
"Are you with my son against your will?"
You stiffen. You look into her eyes for any sign of her joking - but she wasn't. Her eyes were serious and at your lack of response, she placed a hand on yours. "You can tell me." she nods her head.
"I-I don't understand." you laugh humorlessly. It was an attempt to lighten the mood, but your laugh was so dry that no one would believe it. "Where is this-"
"His father was a terrible man." Young-hee shakes her head. "I wished I would've left when I had the chance. Before I got pregnant with my eldest son. It was too late for me then." she stares into your eyes and you see it. The glint of truth - what Jungkook was telling you of his father rang far true, more than any of you knew. "It's not too late for you to leave if he's forcing you to be with him."
You can't bring yourself to respond. It was too late for her to leave - did that mean it was too late for Eun-Young? She had a baby and by the looks of it, she didn't want you to go through what she's gone through - her words exactly. You haven't noticed any bruises on her - even while she was in Greece. However, the way she acted around Jung-hyun was concerning - she always had her head and eyes down and remained behind him, rarely side by side.
"Eomma!" Jungkook calls. You snap your head towards his voice to see him running towards the two of you. "When did you arrive?"
Young-hee sighs and turns towards her son. She rises from her seat and wraps him in a hug. "Just a few moments ago. I could have arrived when everyone else did if I was properly invited."
There's venom behind his mothers words and Jungkook could only chuckle nervously. He glances behind her to you. You were already watching him. There was no telling how long his mother was with you and what she told - or asked.
"It happened so fast, eomma."
"Don't lie to me, Jungkook." Young-hee pats his shoulders and lets go of him. "Lying doesn't suit the man I raised."
"Yes, eomma." Jungkook responds quietly. "Eomma, this is Y/N. My fiance." Jungkook reaches his hand out for you to grab. You do and stand, entangling your fingers together. "I've meant to have you meet her but..."
Jungkook turns his head to you and you smile. You place a kiss on his nose - it catches him off guard only for a second.
"We couldn't wait to be married." you tell her, a smile on your lips.
You had no desire to be caught by his mother. You're unsure what mother she was truly. You've seen mothers who were far too emotionally invested with their sons and didn't like any woman (or man) they brought home. There were mothers who were disconnected from their children that they didn't have a car in the world who they associaed with.
But with her concern if you were being with him against your will, you note, was maybe her way of preventing history from repeating itself. She couldn't save Eun-Young - she had a child to worry about - but there was a chance she could save you if needed be.
But you couldn't allow her to. You weren't caring for just you - but for your family. There was no telling of what abuse - if any curenntly - Eun-Young was allowing. Yet, you can't say Jungkook was as abusive. Controlling at times? Yes. You were chipped like a dog - but so was he. He funded your lifestyle and willingly funded your families - you know those dance classes for Soo-ah were not cheap, neither was rehab for Hyun-woo.
But Jungkook was kind when you were. He didn't force himself onto you and you iniciated almost every sexual act since the beginning of being active. He doesn't act the way Jung-hyun does - you can stand side by side with him and he'll be just as comfortable. There were many times in which he could've taken your freedom away and left you with nothing - but he hasn't. Even when you slapped him in front of his brother - a sign of ultimate disrespect - the worse he's done was keep you close to him.
And chip you - yet with a little more reassurance, you were positive he'd remove the chip if he could trust you.
"Well then," Young-hee shrugs. "allow me to have some girl time with my daughter-in-law. You've kept her hidden long enough."
Jungkook squeezes your hand gently and nods at his mother. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before departing.
Young-hee gives you another scan. It wasn't though she couldn't trust her sons - she loved both of them dearly! Yet, they were also shared genes with their father and though he has been deceased for many years, they may share the same views. She's tried for years to steer her sons away from the "traditions" their father were forcing into their heads. Jung-hyun was more traiditional, less harsh than their father, yet Eun-Young was visible traumatized.
Jungkook always took after her. Quiet, mellow and reserved. He was sensitive and didn't enjoy seeing anyone be hurt. He was a man now and she understood that her son being in the business that was Bangtan alone meant that he was far from innocent - but he was a good person when needed be.
"How did you and my son meet?"
You lick your lips. "An auction."
"Oh?" Young-hee furrows a brow. "What were you selling?"
'My virginity.' you thought with a bitter laugh. "Nothing." you giggle. "I was just...browsing. That's how we met."
Young-hee nods, but isn't convinced.
"How well do you know my son?"
"I know what he does." you assure her. Your eyes catch Jungkook from inside the beach house, head peaking out the window. "I, um, don't come from this world but...I'm willing to be a part of it for him."
"I was like you once." Young-hee takes both of your hands in hers. She gives you a weak smile, a reassuring one. "I thought I could tame the monster that was his father..."
"J-Junglook's not a monster."
"I know he isn't. He's a good man..." Young-hee rubs her thumbs over your hands. "Yet, trauma lies deeply within him."
You understood this - Jungkook has informed you of such trauma. His behavior for keeping you against your will wasn't excused - yet now you could say you were far from against your will.
"Since you know what he does as a livelihood...what do you think of Bangtan's traditions?"
You shake your head with a sigh. "I-I don't agree." you respond. "Jungkook doesn't either and we have no intention of going along with it."
Young-hee is surprised - the wide eyes tell you this. "Is that so?" she murmurs. "But, it's been in Bangtan for generations. His brothers all went through with it. Are you telling me he will be the first to go against it?"
"I think he should've been allowed to decide when he wished to lose his virginity. And by whom." you disagree. You'd never agree to anyone being forced to lose something sacred to them at another persons liking.
Young-hee's face falls and she drops your hands. For a moment her mind tells her that Jungkook was different - the exception. But, he was not. And you know nothing of what she was speaking of.
"He has not told you about the consummation tradition."
"Excuse me?"
Young-hee looks into your eyes - she pities you. How long was her son going to put this off before telling you. Was he ever?
"A better term is a bedding ceremony. Bangtan is all about..." Young-hee scoffs. "...expanding their family. It's a tradition that's gone on for decades. It's how all the marriages in Bangtan had went along and Jungkook would be no exception."
You feel your throat tighten. A Bedding ceremony...
What you knew of such act was allowing people to watch you consummate your wedding with Jungkook.
You feel your stomach rumble and you felt sick.
"E-Excuse me." you bow your head. You needed to get out of here immediately.
"Shit." you hiss, scrambling to grab your phone. It had rang, you forgetting to put it on silence before putting Jin-Seon to bed. "Where is it?"
Jin-Seon begins to wail, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, upset that his precious sleep was interrupted by the loud blaring of the phone. You mentally curse yourself as you searched for your phone.
"Is Jin-Seon alright?" Jungkook enters his sons room, already by his sons side. The boy - now 1 - reaches out for him, whimpers 'appa' and Jungkook takes him in his arms.
"I thought you were in a meeting." you groan, still looking for your blaring phone.
"I heard Jin-Seon crying." Jungkook grabs his son. "Eomma forgot to turn off her phone." he pretends to cry with his son. He rocks him back and forth as you continue to search for your phone. Jin-Seon was getting heavy but his son enjoyed nothing more than being held by his father.
"Got it." you huff. You grab the phone and answer it, bringing it to your ear without knowing who it was calling you.
Jungkook sways with his son as he eyes you. Since you returned a year prior, you had many calls from your siblings, all wishing to see Jin-Seon after realizing you were back home and with a baby. You had apologized for being gone for so long, claiming to be depressed and needed to get away. Yes, they had all collectively screamed at you - but they were also concerned about your well-being and safety. It was a cover up when Jungkook claimed to "find you a few weeks later and send you away for treatment".
"Hyun-woo?"
Jungkook stops swaying with his son. Jin-Seon now had his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes narrow at you as you laugh as you speak to your brother. He can't hear what he's saying, but he knows well enough that by the way you're talking it only meant that Hyun-woo was doing great in his recovery.
Jungkook hadn't kept up with Hyun-woo during rehab even if he was paying for it. He had no desire to. Nor did he have a desire to have Hyun-woo in his sons life and back in yours. You were doing better - much better - and having Hyun-woo enter and disturbing it weighs heavy on his mind.
"Yes. You can come see me when you come tomorrow!" you turn around to smile at Jungkook who does the same in return - though a fake one. "I also have someone you should meet..."
Jungkook places Jin-Seon back into his bed and crosses his arm, tongue in cheek. You continue speaking with him for the next few minutes before bidding your goodbye. You turn to him with a wide smile that makes his heart swell. You hadn't had a smile that wide and excited on your lips in so long - he longs to see it as much as possible.
"Hyun-woo is being released from rehab. He's better now and..." you step closer to Jungkook and wrap him in a hug, head pressed against his chest. "...thank you for paying for his treatment."
"You...you don't have to thank me." Jungkook murmurs. "You know I love you."
You remove yourself from Jungkook's chest and smile nervously. "Can he...come here? And visit?"
No - Jungkook doesn't want that addict around his son or you. But, you were slowly growing closer to him again and he wanted to do anything for you to be able to trust him. Hyun-woo would do nothing but cause harm to you growing closer to him but he'd never let that happen.
"Okay." Jungkook hesitantly agrees. "I need to be here for that to happen."
You nod your head vigiruosly. "I promise he won't steal anything." you assure. Jungkook didn't care about what the man stole, he had more than enough money to replace them.
"I don't care about that. I just want to make sure you and Jin-Seon are safe." Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders. "You and our son are my top priority."
You take a deep breath. You lick your lips.
The last year for you and Jungkook was hard. You and him agreed to therapy. There was no leaving anymore - not when Jungkook knew about Jin-Seon. He agreed to see a therapist that specializes in couple and familiar drama. Every day you and Jungkook went and talked about anything.
You learned of Jungkook's past - the therapist seemingly numb of learning Jungkook had murdered his father to protect his mother. You learned more about Jungkook in therapy than you've ever thought you'd learn just being by his side. Slowly, you can feel yourself warming up to him. What Jungkook has done to you done a number on you - yes, however, witnessing the way Jungkook put everything aside whenever Jin-Seon called him warms your heart. Jin-Seon is only 1 and can only say a handful of words, sadly Eomma isn't one of it.
"I can't wait to see him again." you admit. "He sounded...better. Like himself. Like the man I knew growing up."
Jungkook nods but he can't bring himself to appear happy. One thing for certain, Hyun-woo coming back couldn't ruin his family. He would never allow it.
"Please don't do this Jungkook." you pleaded, the tears streaming down your face at a rapid pace.
The day had finally come - and to say you were less than pleased was an understatement. That night you had screamed at Jungkook for not telling you. You were embarrassed having to learn of such a tradition from his mother - and then it made sense. She was warning you for far more than abuse when it came to Jungkook and Bangtan in a whole. It made sense why he rushed to your side when noticing her speak to you.
Jungkook had pleaded with you to not be upset or angry with him - that was a laughing matter. Was he going to tell you? Or was he going to allow you to find out when everyone crowded into the room to watch the two of you?
"They won't be in the room." he assures, yet that was worse. The fact that they watched you without you being able to see them didn't make it any less humiliating. How could you face these people after they witness you get fucked?
You didn't speak with him - no matter how much he tried. Days passed and the wedding came. It was a hectic day - and it was evident you weren't happy. Before meeting Jungkook's mother, you were actually expecting your wedding day. Now, it makes you bitter. You got your hair and makeup done without a word and your sisters attempted to cheer you up - but they were unsuccessful.
Jungkook was a bucket of nerves. He often checked up to make sure you were even still where you needed to be - you were. You hadn't tried to escape but he couldn't think of anything else. He cursed his mother for telling you about the tradition - but it wasn't her fault. He should have told you about it, but the possibility of you running away and him ruining what the two of you shared weighed heavy on him.
Jungkook knows he ruined what the two of you had regardless.
Jungkook smiled when he saw you in your dress for the first time in a month. Your hair was tied in an updo with loose curls lining your face. Your makeup enhances your beauty and he's in awe. He smiles as you walk towards him - but the smile on your lips is for show and he catches onto this. Still, he couldn't help but have his heart beat when you reach his side. "You're so beautiful." he murmured to you, yet you remain silent.
The wedding goes by in a blur and the party that ensures after is chaotic. Jin cried while giving his own speech in claiming that he saw Jungkook grow up. Yoongi even sheds a single tear before mumbling about being drunk and not emotionally invested in his dongsaeng.
It didn't take long for your siblings to get drunk - but it was alright to you. At least they were content and thriving - something you couldn't say for yourself. You took a few shots yourself and lingered around. You wished you could go with the children when they were brought back to the beach house after partying too hard on sparkling juice. But, you had to stay with Jungkook and be fucked in front of the other members of Bangtan.
You couldn't understand the reason - it was a different time. You'd already willingly had sex with him. Why did these men need to watch you have sex with your husband to ensure you'd been imgregnated?
"It'll be okay, baby." Jungkook tells you, shushing you quietly. "What did I promise you before?"
You lick your lips. You can feel the eyes on you and your mind is wandering. Were they interested in what they were seeing? Were they laughing? Did they think you were being overly dramatic?
"I'll never let anything happen to you." Jungkook murmurs. He pushes you onto the bed, holding your face in his hands. "I'll protect you until the day I die. You have to trust me."
The room itself was bland but bright. You can see the camera in the corner ceiling of the room but try to ignore it. Your seated on the bed, the only furniture in the room.
"You trust me, don't you?" Jungkook wipes the tears from the corner of your eyes. He leans down to kiss your forehead.
You're unsure, but nod your head.
"Good girl."
You glance at the camera when you feel Jungkook's hand sneak its way between your legs, pushing up the night gown. He rubs your clit. When he leans down and press a kiss on your cheek, your hand swings at him.
Jungkook feels your fist connect to his cheek and huffs. He glares at you, ears red. "Y/N." he hisses out a warning. "It'll be easier if you just-"
"Don't do this." you whimper, clenching your fists.
"Y/N." Jungkook hisses. He grasps your chin with his hand and yanks you to face him. He leans down and hisses, "I will never hurt you. I love you."
"If you'd love me you wouldn't-" You feel Jungkook pushes you down. He gets atop of the bed and hovers above you.
"You have to trust me, baby." Jungkook loses the anger in his voice. He didn't want to scare you - he loved you. He didn't want to put you through this yet he had to - it was a tradition. "The faster you cooperate the faster we can be done, okay, baby? Then we can go home."
You feel his hand once more between your legs.
"Okay." you nod in defeat. "I...do this...we can go home." you repeat - more to yourself. It was to coach yourself into being comfortable.
You turn around on the bed, allowing him to remove the underwear you wore and lift the nightgown. You feel the tip of his cock twirl around your clit until you're wet enough.
Jungkook enters you and your fingers clench the bedsheets. Your head lays on the bed. You're unaware that you're crying until you feel it on your cheeks. You can feel Jungkook's thrust quicken but all you can do is look up at the camera facing you in the corner of the room.
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Boyfie Sae <33
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Sae x f!reader
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Sae, though he acts like he doesn't care, actually makes an effort to spend time with you even if it means skipping a practice. He is the type to automatically have a frown on his face if some random guy talks to you. Like I can just imagine him being all, "who's this guy, baby?" and glare straight at the guy. Sae likes face timing you everynight before you sleep whenever he's outside the country, just to make sure you're sleeping on time, and of course to see your face to ease his tiredness.
Sae who becomes shy whenever you tease him a bit too much making him blush a lot, which you do often 'cause you think it's cute. I think that if Sae actually let his guard down on someone, he would be the type to blush at some simple compliment, especially if it's his girfriend who's telling him all that. He has the bbg energy and he loves cuddles specially after he comes back from a tiring match, he just sinks in the bed after he showers and asks you in a sleepy voice that he wants cuddles. (umm... this is for my personal pleasure hehe).
Boyfie!Sae who likes to eat your cooking so much that he requests for it everyday for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Whenever he's with you, he doesn't get hungry nor order takeouts.
Boyfriend!Sae that buys you all kinds of souvenirs from all over the world everytime he has a match, be it a plushie or a merch of him.
Sae also likes to see you wearing his jersey because seeing his number on you makes him feel good which kinda makes sense because he's the possessive type of boyfie.
You love it whenever sae lets down his hair because, first of all, you're the only one who can see him like that and second is he looks hot when his hair's down.
Boyfie!Sae who realized one time when you came back to your hometown to visit your parents, that he actually can't live without you because you made him way too much dependent on you that he depends on you for things that does not have to do with soccer. It's like he becomes a child without you, and didn't even realize it until that moment. You were just suddenly surprised that he bacame a bit more clingy after you came back and helps you with chores around the because, "I can't be too dependent on you".
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Uhhh, I'm not really good at writing aloof people into a shy one but I hope you liked it ^~^. And I also don't know sae that much, huhu.
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Hanging on tight (Reader x Cal Kestis)
Requested by: @val2557 Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex–awesome–22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine
Summary: You are Cal's girfriend and have social anxiety. When you go to a social gathering, Cal is there to help out.
Taking a deep breath it wasn’t enough to calm your nerves. Gripping on tight to the seat you sat on. Knees trembling anxiously the more you thought about. Biting your lip, a million disastrous thoughts crossed your mind. You barely noticed BD entering the room you were in. He bleeped loud, startling you. He tilted his head a bit to the side, tripling on his stands. You sighed deep. – “No I’m not that excited BD.” – you told him.
“I’m not sure about this… maybe… maybe I should just sit this one out?” – you suggested, pleading with the droid as if it was his call. There was a knock on the wall outside the room. Cal entering all smiley. He came leaning against the doorway, admiring you for a moment. His lovey dovey eyes making way for worriedness.
He noticed how uncomfortable you were. – “Y/n.” – he said stepping up to you. BD jumped aside when Cal came kneeling in front of you. – “Everything alright?” – he asked placing a caring hand on your trembling knee. With gentle pressure, he stopped it from shaking nervously. There was no lying to him, so you told him the truth.
“I…I…I shouldn’t come… I’m a walking disaster.” – you confessed, looking ashamed away. Cal curled up a warm smile, moving his hand over your knee to you hand, taking it. – “I don’t want you to worry.” – he told you.
“If you don’t feel like coming. I understand. I am not fond of those meetings too, but it is nice to know you are by my side. Yet!” – he concluded holding his finger up. – “That does not mean I am pressuring you. If you want to sit this one out, I am all for it if it makes you feel better.” – you smiled faintly at how caring he was. Always considering your feelings over his own.
You squeezed his hand to reassure him. – “I…I want to be there for you.” – you said, shoulders slouching. – “It is just… I’m afraid I’ll make it worse with my presence alone. I am not the best in conversating with people I don’t know.” – you reminded him even though he didn’t need reminding. – “I know, my star.” – he replied, tugging some hair behind your ear. It made you smile bashfully down. – “If you feel like falling, I’ll be there to hold you. I promise you I’m not letting go.” – he reassured you.
“You won’t be lonely as I’ll hold on tight to you, If you want to go to the restroom, too bad as I am clutched onto you.” – he said making you laugh loud. He always found a way to cheer you up and it worked. – “You’ll get bored of me.” – you teased. Cal looked dramatically shocked. – “Me? Bored of you? How could I when my love for you is so big.” – he opened his arms, making you quirk your brows. He fell forwards, strapping his arms around you.
You laughed loud feeling him tickle your side. Squirming under his grip. – “Cal…Cal stop!” – you called out laughing. He chuckled moving his hands up. He then pressed a deep kiss on your cheek. He helped you up, BD bleeping loud on the ground. – “Right about that BD!” – Cal called out proudly. You furrowed your brows. – “We aren’t letting you deal with this alone!” – he explained making you smile.
Moving your hand to his cheek, you left a kiss on his other cheek. Cal grinned from ear to ear. He took your hand, squeezing it tight. – “I’ll never let go.” – he whispered to you. BD hopped onto his back as he guided you further down the Mantis. Some of your anxiety had left your body which was good. Cere asked silently how things were. Cal winked at her, saying enough. Cere nodded following you to the entrance way of the Mantis.
The three of you got off, greeted by the fresh air. You swallowed nervously, squeezing his hand a bit more. – “I’m right here.” – he whispered to you, kissing you teasingly. Cere took the lead, Cal and you followed. You focused on the exterior to not be confronted with the brooding anxiety in you.
To calm your mind, you started to silently count the trees you spotted. Cal smiled hearing you softly mutter out the numbers. You were alright and that was what mattered. If you were not, he promised himself he’d get you out of there as soon as possible. Not caring what people would think of him or how rude he’d be. You were his priority now and always.
You came to a sudden stop at the entrance. The shadow of the building casted down on you. Slowly feeling the building stretch out while you grew smaller and smaller. Heart thumping louder against your chest. Cal brought your entangled hand up, whispering close to you. – “We can still run away if you like? I’ve heard there are many places to sneak off to.” – You slowly shook your head, knowing how important this was for Jedi’s all around the galaxy.
This was bigger than you. – “I follow you everywhere.” – you told him. Cal moved his shoulder up, a signal for BD to hop on your back. The reassurance of the droid close by made you ease a bit up. – “Don’t worry, BD will sting everyone who comes too close for your standards.” – he chuckled out. You nudged him for his glamorous humor.
Taking a deep breath, the two of you walked inside. Cere was waiting in the main hall, smiling at your presence. The moment you entered the room, your body stiffened. There were a lot more people then you anticipated. Cal noticed it, turning you away from them. Tilting your chin up by his thumb. – “Focus on me, only on me. We’ll stay right here and let those who want to come to us. No need to wander around and chat. We’ll stay right here.”
Flashed with love, you kissed him deeply on the lips. Arms wrapped around him. It surprised him for a moment as you practically jumped at him. He smiled against your lips before kissing you back. – “I love you Cal.” – you told him. – “I love you more Y/n.” – he replied, pressing your hand against his chest.
Cal distracted you by telling you vigorous wild stories, using his whole body to showcase it. It made you laugh, slowly easing up and forgetting about the people in the room with you. When someone would come to meet you because Cere brought them to Cal and you, he held your hand close.
Making sure you didn’t need to talk if you didn’t feel like it. Drawing the attention deliberately to him so they wouldn’t make you nervous. It made you feel so loved, you let your head lean against his shoulder, blessed to have such a caring Jedi boyfriend.
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I thought of a story where izzy and the reader were staying at a hotel then Izzy sees the reader's ex boyfriend with her new girfriend and discovers that they are in the next room,so when izzy meets the reader he decides to make her have the best night ever just for her ex can hear everything!
𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 174, 𝑰𝒁𝒁𝒀 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑳𝑰𝑵
✧༺𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏༻✧
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐼𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕: 𝑌𝑒𝑠 － ’𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑒𝑥 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚，𝑠𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔!’
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: ⇧⇧
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝐼𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙(𝑓!𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑙．
𝑨/𝒏: 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙, 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 776
I had decided to go with my boyfriend, Izzy, on tour. It was the Appetite for Destruction tour and we had a free night tonight before the LA show tomorrow night so we decided to stay in a nearby hotel opposed to the tour bus. It's not the comfiest place to sleep, especially with Izzy being a fidget in his sleep.
Izzy and Axl went to the front desk to get the room keys while me, Slash, Steven and Duff explored the lobby. Someone caught my eye, my ex boyfriend, Adam. "Y/n Y/l/n?" I heard him say. Apparently he had noticed me too before I could dive into a trash can. "Adam," I said as he walked over to me. I could feel the stares from the guys behind me. "I didn't know you'd be here," he said, pulling me in for a hug I really didn't want. "I'm here with my boyfriend, Izzy. He's just getting our keys," I replied, putting emphasis on boyfriend. "Oh, you have a boyfriend?" He said, sounding a little confused. "Yep, I'm here with his band," I replied, yanking Steven, Slash and Duff forward. "No way," he gasped. "I'm seeing you guys tomorrow with my girlfriend," he said, pointing to a blonde girl nearby. They just nodded and smiled.
"You okay?" I heard Izzy ask me. "Mhm. This is actually my ex, Adam," I said, feeling the awkward tension rise. "Ok. I Made Axl trade rooms with us, now we have a bigger one," Izzy said, handing me the key with the room number '174'. "That's actually funny, me and Amber are in room 173," Adam chipped in. "That is funny. Well we've got to go, it was nice to see you," I said. "Ok, see you around," Adam said as we walked off. I just waved and dragged Izzy to our room.
"What was that?" He almost yelled. "I tried to avoid him. He's like a leech," I replied, walking over to him on the bed. "Y/n he was looking at you like you were naked," he argued, pushing me away. "Izzy, you always look at me like that and you're the only one that gets to see me actually naked. Besides, he has a girlfriend," I said, sitting next to him on the bed. We heard Adam's hotel door close, signalling that Adam and Amber were in there. "I'm gonna show him how good I can make you feel," Izzy whispered in my ear.
I really wasn't at a place to say no, the neediness between my legs was growing. He removed my skirt and panties before sucking my clit into his mouth. He circled two fingers around my entrance, pushing them in, making me moan out his name and lace my fingers through his hair. I tugged lightly on his dark stands, making him moan onto my pussy and send vibrations through my body. Every stroke and suckle of my g-spot lulled me closer and closer to my orgasm, eliciting gradual loud moans.
He pressed a few quick kisses to my clit before removing his fingers from me, ripping me away from my orgasm. "Izzy, please," I whined, rubbing my thighs together trying to get some friction. "You can wait, angel," he replied, removing his clothes and pumping his hard cock before lining himself up with my cunt.
“Tell me what you want,” Izzy groaned, rubbing his tip up and down my slit. “Please, Izzy. Fuck me,” I moaned, trying to grind down on him. He thrust into me, my previous close orgasm already making me feel overstimulated. “Fuck,” I moaned, taking my nails down his back. He lowered his head to my neck, sucking purple hickeys to the surface and marking me as his own.
I could feel my orgasm nearing as my legs started to shake. “'M s-so close,” I moaned, rocking my hips to match his thrusts. “Cum for me, doll,” he groaned in my ear.
I felt the knot in my stomach snap and I came around him. My orgasm spilling out of me followed by his orgasm as he moaned in my ear. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I’m so glad you got jealous,” I giggled. “Me too,” he laughed.
We got cleaned up and dressed and headed downstairs to the lobby to meet up with the guys for dinner. “Y/n, why is your ex and his girlfriend looking at you two weird?” Steven asked. I looked to Izzy, then behind me to Adam then back to Izzy before smirking. “No idea. Let’s head to dinner,” I laughed. “You’re such a minx,” Izzy smirked, slapping my ass.
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Can i get some wholesome romantic CandyPop x Girfriend reader headcanons on what its likeing candypop's girlfriend??
What is it like being Candy Pop's girlfriend:
Oh boy this one is energetic asf
Good luck with keeping up on energy with him
He loves you, and would NEVER cheat on you
He sees you as his fascinating little human
Would probably give you his hammer to see what will you do with it XD
Would let you do his hair for sure
And makeup too
He is good partner tbh
Unless he is pissed off then run-
He is always trying to impress you with his "talents"
Jealous asf
Especially if he sees you with a guy
Then he is dragging you away from him
Lowkey yandere type of boyfriend
And don't try to complain or else you wont be able to speak or walk for next week
Tall jester boi
~Tina~
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Can you do Lady Lesso with prompt 12?
Sure, anon! Thank you for the request!! I took this opportunity to write some more Soft!Lesso 🥰 So, here’s some lovely fluff of Lesso and Girlfriend!Reader for you! 💞
Birthday Comfort ~Soft!Leonora Lesso xFem Girfriend!Teacher!Reader
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#12. “Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless”
Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, implied anxiety, birthday anxiety, bad birthday experiences, little angst, crying, kissing, hugging, comforting, etc.
Enjoy (:
The more you got to know Leonora Lesso, the more you found out all the things she hated.
Parties, disruptive students, tickles, pda, and the list goes on and on…
But out of all the things that Lesso disliked, her birthday was by far the worst.
“Wait what…? What’s wrong with your birthday?” You quizzically asked the red head, when she had confessed her distain for the special day.
Leonora huffed, taking a moment to set her half graded papers aside.
“I just never had good experiences with that day.” She confessed, “My parents often made it a big deal, as way to manipulate me. Then when I came to the school, I was afraid to tell people. No one asked, no one knew… It’s just a reminder to me of how lonely it was.”
“Oh Leo… I’m so sorry…” you comforted the red head.
Her words made your heart ache for your girlfriend. And by her tone, you could tell it was a touchy subject, so you didn’t push it any further than that.
However, you did resolve that day, that you were going to do something about her not having any good experiences on her birthday…
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A couple months later, the dreaded day finally arrived…
Lesso woke up with a splitting headache. She winced in pain, getting up and getting herself some advil. She popped two little pills in her mouth and then made her way to her closet to get dressed.
Leonora knew since she lay in bed and her eyes had squinted open, what today was. She just did what she always did. Ignored her birthday. It was for the best, she always told herself.
Before she could enter her closet, you came knocking at her door. Lesso sighed at the distraction, but she had to admit, you as a distraction wasn’t too bad. The red head opened the door to you, letting you into her private quarters.
“Morning!” You chirped, giving Leonora a peck on the lips.
The woman blushed ever so slightly at the physical display of affection. She then grumbled a ‘morning’ back to you, before slowly going back to her previous efforts of getting her clothes for the day. She winced in pain once more.
“Headache…?” You immediately offered in comfort, knowing that look of pain on the red head well.
The woman nodded. As she stood at the door to the closet, Lesso couldn’t help but notice your apparent giddy and excited nature this morning. Your eyes were wide, you were bouncing on your heels, and you were nervously biting you lips.
“What’s up with you?” Lesso chuckled in light amusement, but also with a tone of skepticism.
“Ohh nothing…” you teased her with anticipation, trying to stifle your need to erupt in giggles and smiles, “How about you open your closet…?”
Lesso quirked her brow and then simply opened the door. She looked around for anything that might be out of place. Everything seemed untouched… Except for a one, black and brown, classy box, sitting on the middle of the closet floor.
“What’s this…?” Leonora asked, picking the box up and turning around to look at you quizzically.
“Your birthday present from me” you quipped with a light and happy shrug.
Lesso took a minute to process your words. She stared down at the wrapped gift box.
“I wanted to get you something… Please just open it…?” You explained in a softer voice.
She then nodded without words and began to open the box. Her hand slipped off the brown bow on the elegant black box, and she then opened the lid. The red head placed the box on her desk, then picking up the piece of clothing and holding it out in front of her, in order to get a look at it.
“Oh my…” A small gasp escaped Leonora’s lips as she stared at the fine, tailored trench coat in her hands. She placed it back in its box and said nothing. Her back was now faced to you, making you a little nervous as to what she thought about it.
“So… what do you think…?” You quietly asked.
After a minute, Leonora turned around. Her eyes were glossy as they met your gaze.
“…I’m... uh... speechless…” the redhead stammered.
A tear escaped her eye. You came up close to Leonora, taking her hands in your own.
“I just wanted you to have something nice, a good memory for your birthday…” you whispered.
More tears started to flow down the woman’s cheeks.
“Thank you…” she whispered.
Your own eyes started to tear up now.
“Of course.” You whispered back, tucking a stray strand of your girlfriends hair behind her ear.
Without warning, Leonora took you into a full embrace. For a second, you were shocked, but you quickly thawed out of alarm and snuggled yourself into the red head’s form.
“I love it…” Lesso confessed.
“I love you…” you responded.
“Love you too…” she whispered in response.
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headcanons of nursing Natasha who has flu
natasha romanoff x gf!reader
headcanons of taking care of a hard headed sick Natasha
Natasha would deny it but you would know right away that she was sick because she felt too warm in your embrace as you woke up next to her that day.
Miraculously you didn't get infected and immediately put Natasha, your stubborn girlfriend into bed rest.
You would need to blackmail her into staying in bed.
" Stay in your bed or no sex for a month! " you warned as she tried to persuade you that she's okay and that it was just a slight fever
" ... fine, i hate you "
" you'll thank me when you get countless sick free orgasms once you're okay "
" fine you win " Natasha grumbled as she groaned trying to find a comfortable position as her head ache worsened.
You quickly gathered the things you would need to nurse Natasha back to her old healthy self.
Natasha's a very stubborn person, even to her girlfriend she would insist she's fine so going to the med bay and getting checked by Dr. Cho was definitely crossed off the list.
As Natasha falls sick, you've made everyone aware that nobody should visit her as she's more grumpy when sick and that a risk of infection can't happen within the Avengers.
You've made sure nobody went on and disturbed the floor you and Natasha's shared room was in since your only floor mate was Wanda but she's on another honeymoon with Vision.
You first checked Nat's temperature using a thermometer even if she cutely advices that you check her temperature using your lips though she was only joking as she wouldn't want you to get infected.
Natasha would grumply refuse to eat as she preferred to just sleep and waking her up for food was something she found not necessary.
" eat the soup, baby "
" no, I'm fi— "
" eat the damn soup, Natalia! "
" yes, maam " she said as she quickly grabbed the hot bowl of chicken soup
" careful!! "
You patiently wipe away her body with luke warm water to try and cool down her fever and to make her more comfortable as she sleeps the day away.
You couldn't help but coo at the image of the badass spy, ex–assassin who's now sleeping soundly as a cold towel cooled her forehead as she cuddled the teddy bear you gave her a year ago proxy for you, her girlfriend who she didn't wanna risk getting infected.
Of course Natasha wouldn't call Fury so you took it upon yourself to find his personal number that he let's Natasha use.
You immediately tell the man with one eye to not give his best agent a mission for atleast three weeks so that you'd know Natasha would heal properly because you know your girlfriend's a stubborn woman who couldn't be away from her job for more than a month.
Natasha would say she didn't like the sandwiches and that she's fine but in fact she'd only ever eat sandwiches that are made by you or by Steve, anyone else she doesn't trust with the food she'll intake unless of course it's take out.
" I'm gonna eat it but I'm not gonna be happy about it >:( "
" don't pretend like my egg sandwiches aren't your favourite, babe ;) "
" hmmp >:/ " she chomps on the delicious egg sandwich made by you with love while pouting cutely
Once you made sure her fever went down enough that you wouldn't be infected if you cuddled her, you laid down on the bed you two shared and caressed her hair as you give her a peck on her forehead for her to fall asleep peacefully.
Natasha can't fall asleep properly unless she's in your embrace, sick or not she'd need you to be beside her at night.
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And I can go anywhere I want (just not home)-Eddie Munson
“There are the two parts of him, fighting: the one from the past who would just like to have you back by his side, sitting on his bed for hours listening to tapes that you pretend to like to make him happy, and the new Eddie Munson, the one who could break you with one hand alone, the one who could lose control and hurt you. The worst thing? They both want you with the same intensity.”
Summary: Eight months after Vena's defeat and Eddie's return as a vampire, you're trying to get your life back and live normally, but nothing can be normal, not if you no longer have Eddie Munson by your side.
-I suck at summaries but I swear the story is better-
Words Count: 6.5K
Tags/ Warnings: [Eddie Munsonx Ex girfriend!Reader] Kas Theory-Mentions of Alcol, Violence, Death. Also Steve, Robin and Nancy shipping hard and being your protectors.
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You look drained out, you must have dragged his half-dead body trying to keep him safe - a foolish attept 'cause he can feel he is already dying - but even in hell you have the most beautiful and angelic face he's ever seen and he loves you. He really loves you, with every single beating of his tired heart. You are his little heaven in the Upside Down. "See Y/N, it really seems this is my year." He murmurs closing his eyes, your screams echoing inside his head.
It takes you six months before finally being able to stop crying everytime you hear a song Eddie liked, dream of him or see a long haired man in the crowd only to realize it's not him. The strange feeling of being ripped in half, of missing something, never goes away though. It has stayed with you since the moment you have seen your boyfriend being killed in the last attempt to a hero, to stop running away from danger. You can't move on. You don't want to, you're too scared of forgetting little things about him. So you keep torturing yourself with memories and it's the only way to survive.
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The first feeling that Eddie recognizes when he wakes up is pain. The next is an overwhelming burning, flames consuming his entire body form the inside. For a moment he prefers the numbness of death. Taking rapid breaths he slowly sits down, putting his head on his knees, looking aroud like a scared child. He is still there, in this sick world. He thinks he's doing fine, he's managing. Everything hurts and he can't think clearly but he can do it, whatever it is that needs to be done.Then there's a voice suddenly, a scary male voice, but there's nobody aroud him and he can't understand where it comes from.
"I'm here for you Eddie." Eddie flinches and he understands: this is the voice Chrissy heard on her last moment, Vecna's voice. What a cruel destiny, survive just to be killed by a even worst monster. "Don't ignore me, Eddie." Eddie covers his ears, terrorized. Just finish me without pain. "I want to help you, Eddie, you are alone."
"I don't need your help" He screams. "You are in debt. I've given you a second life now you have to do something for me. It is a payment, for making you what you are."
"And what... What am I?" He stutters out, shaking heands in his hair. "Eddie, you are a soldier now. My best soldier and I want you to do something for me. "
"What do you want?"
"Kill them. Kill them all. Kill Eleven." Eddie screams. Eleven, the girl with superpowers? How could he? How?
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As days go by, he still wanders in the deps of upside-down learning things about his new body, which is stronger and paler and colder. He still hears Vecna. "You are alone, I'm all you've got. " His friends have abandoned him. You have left him. The realization hits him hard and he feels the tears gathering again. You have never even returned to take his body home.
"She left you, Eddie."
*
There he is, looking in your eyes without emotion. Ghostly pale. He literally died in your arms, how could he be alive? And this time you are not allucinating, he is here. You smile, feeling a sudden warmth in your heart, ignoring a bad sensation: something just doesn't feel feel right. A growl rumbles through Eddie's chest as he raises like a wild animal . "He is not himself." Steve says, pain in his voice, holding his side where he’s been hit by Eddie. "No, No. It's him, it really him. Eddie please tell them." Tears trail down your eyes. But you are wrong, terribly wrong.
*
He is on top of you in an instant, his hands clutching your shoulders with such force that you' re afraid it will shatter them. His eyes aren't the ones you love, there's nothing in that dark void of the person you have lost and it's painful to have his body so close without him really being here. It's painful that Eddie Munson is trying to kill you. He grinds his teeth, ready to sink them into your flesh, sharp and dangerous like an animal's. A lion. A vampire. "Please" You beg, looking for something in him. "It's me Eddie" But he doesn't hear and if there is a sign of lucidity in him you don't see it. He's a predator now, not your boyfriend, and he puts his face close to your neck dangerously. You close your eyes trying to remember the affectionate gestures, the way his hair tickled your body when he kissed you. If you focus you can erase the fear and pretend it still is like that and let fate be fulfilled. Let him kill you. And then suddenly someone yells and Vecna is on fire not far from you, Eleven has thrown his body off and is making sure he is really dying now and as this happens you turn to Eddie. The dark eyes are now his and they look at you scared and full of affection. You want to cry and throw up. "Y/N" He whispers softly before collapsing to the ground.
*
Eddie has survived but he's not the same anymore. His supernatural strength is not gone and his pale, cold skin is still here along with ferocious outbursts of anger where he loses lucidity. He is convinced that he still feels Vecna in his mind and even if it is not possible, sometimes you too are afraid. When it happens Eddie holds you so hard that he leaves visible bruises on your body, but you never tell him and there is no risk of him seeing you naked : he is so afraid of himself that he has stopped touching you. Until one day he finds out. He walks into the room while you are changing and sees the marks of his hands on your body, hands that would have liked to be delicate but instead have hurt you. That day he cries like never before- for what he was, for what he has lost- and decides that he will find a way to set you free without hurting you.
You don’t deserve to be with a monster like him.
8 MONTHS LATER
"We're half an hour late!" You complain, nervous. "I hate being late and Jasper hates it too." "He could have picked you up." Nancy replies, turning accusingly towards you, while Jonathan smiles at you from the driver's seat. You snort, even though you know she's right. It's just that Jasper makes you anxious. You've only recently started dating and you still don't know how to deal with him. "I'm kidding ..."
"Nance, help me, please." Your friend was a little surprised when you have revealed the reason for that request. "You have to help me. I don't know what to wear." Nancy laughed. "Seriously, I'm tired of waiting for Jasper to tell me something nice. I need him to find me cute, attractive and all... And to tell me. I need to be .... Like you. Beautiful."
Nancy Wheeler hates Jasper Hower, she hates the way he makes you feel, she hates that you think you need a dress to be beautiful. She promises herself to talk to Eddie tonight, because if there is one person in the world who can make you finally end your damn stupid story with stupid Jasper that person is none other than Eddie Munson. Everyone knows it, the only one who doesn't understand it is him.
"She broke up with me, se doesn't love me anymore" It's one of the many conversation Eddie had with Steve about you. "Sure Munson, 'cause you made her do it. You've treated her like shit, but I swear she still loves you, even if i don't know why honestly" Steve shakes is head. It's so stupid to be separated when you both were clearly hurting.
Jonathan waits silently for you and Nancy to finish arguing. He is not too surprised at your agitation. That's who you are, or at least who you are since you've been with Jasper. With Eddie...with him you were different, carefree, brave, happier, funnier even. Somentime he dosen't recognises you anymore. "Jasper will be pissed off" You complain, getting out of the car and walking slowly towards the new large disco just outside Hawkis rented by Tina for the winter party, one of the many she likes to organize and the first in a real nightclub. You claps both hands around the collar of your coat, showing your resolve not to undress. "Don't you dare have second thoughts," Nancy says, undoing the buttons of your coat starting from the bottom." I'm cold. "
"Don't be a fool." Robin reveals herself behind you with a drink in her hands. "Rob but I'm practically wearing a a veil! I will freeze to death!"
"You're at the club," Nance raises her eyebrows. "Maybe you will die of asphyxiation. Certainly not by freezing." Robin continues, accomplice. And so you let them win, knowing that with Robin and Nancy together there is nothing you can do. "You are beautiful-Steve comments, you haven't even noticed him coming-That Jordan is lucky." At those words, your face takes on the same red shade as your dress.
"It's Jasper, Steve. "
"I know, Y/N"
You notice a pair of familiar eyes on you, but you pretend they are not there and put them somewhere in your mind where that look can't hurt you anymore: Eddie Munson doesn't have this power no more. Or rather, you like to believe it.
The atmosphere freezes in an embarrassing way when as soon as you enter the large salon, Jasper arrives and with a possessive gesture puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the group. Then he says: "You should have asked me for an advice about the dress. Dressed like this you look like a whore" He speaks in a low voice, but someone hears him anyway. "Asshole" You can hear Eddie comment. Your embarrassed expression turns to disappointed and full of shame. A knot tightens your throat and suddenly you feel like you can touch the lapidary judgments that crosses the eyes of your boyfriend's friends. Robin is furious. "He called her a slut! I mean ... have you heard it too? I can't believe it, he called her a slut!" Unlike her, Eddie believes in it because from an asshole's throat only bullshit can come out but despite having his mouth open for a while, Eddie says nothing. It's one of those rare times when none of his thoughts feel the irrepressible urge to escape his brain and turn into speech. "Hold me, otherwise I'll kill him," Eddie murmurs and even if he have learned something about keep control on his new body and his still unpredictable mind, they all stare at him with concern. "Calm down lion, you've already had enough problems with the police" Jonathan replies.
"That Jasper is a moron. If he doesn't treat her like a queen tonight, I'll do it, really, I would make her the most appreciated and happy woman on earth. She deserves this and more." Steve comments, like a raging river. Eddie whirls toward him, his big eyes stunned and his mouth still open. Robin just glances at him. "You should shut your mouth" She whispers. "What? "
"Shut your mouth, you idiot. If your new little girl sees you drooling for someone else, she'll leave you straight away," She states "That's a friend's advice, huh! "Oh yes, Freya. His new flame. He have recently started seeing her, partly to numb the pain after your breakup, partly to convince himself that love can exist after you and that he can be normal, sometimes, when he feels like it. An attempt for now unsuccessful to the point that he has forgotten her presence at the party. A party where Eddie didn't even want to come to, letting himself be persuaded by the others. Stupid Munson.
Intending to compliment her, you walk away from Jasper to join Tina. You need to breathe. Nancy joins you, to check on you and see how bad you are about your boyfriend's reaction. "A dress does not make you a whore, you wear it with elegance. You are radiant, don't let him turn you off." You realize that is exactly the reaction you wanted Jasper to have, you need to feel appreciated again. You take a long sip of the reddish cocktail that you hold in your hands. "Is that stuff good?" Steve asks, wrapping your shoulders in a hug, pointing suspiciously at the glass and holding his beloved beer tightly. "You are joking, right?" Robin is alarmed. "At the very least, that red is made with amaranth, you know it's dangerous right? No thank you. - she waves her hand in the air - In fact, I recommend you get rid of it as soon as possible" You drink it all in one gulp.
"I hope you will come to my bedside to give me the last farewell because I like it and now I'm going to get another one!" And that's not true, you don't like it at all, but it seems like a great anesthetic for thoughts and insecurities and tonight you feel you need it particularly. When you approach the counter to get a second glass, Eddie arrives at your side and hesitating does not miss the opportunity to put a hand on your back, in direct contact with your bare skin. It is a light touch, a caress with the fingertips. "Tonight ..." He starts, but he can't continue because you abruptly back off until he can no longer touch you, frightened by the gesture and the flush of heat that went through you. You lower your eyes not to meet his for fear that he might realize the reasons for that reaction. You drink your cocktail, trying to be as natural as possible. Having him close after a long time is a bittersweet feeling, a mixture of euphoria and pain because you know there is nothing left, there's a reason you and Eddie broke up: he doesn't love you anymore, he never told you so, but he made it clear to you in a thousand ways after the Vecna' s death and before you left for college. A departure that never took place anyway, but he didn't seem to care that much anyway, it's like he got rid of a burden. It seems absurd even to think about it after everything you have been through together, after having mourned his death, after having seen him return from upside down so different from himself, no longer a man but a vampire, deeply tied to Vecna. But with the death of 001, the bond have been broken and Eddie have regained something of his humanity, of his normalcy and even if it was hard it seemed possible to be a simple boy even if half vampire.
But this is the reality: maybe it's easy for him to be an ordinary guy, but not by your side and you are learning to accept it in one way or another, to move on.It doesn't mean necessary moving for better things.
He keeps looking at you and it's the most natural thing in the world, why shouldn't he? He has spent three years by your side, the best of his life. Also you are literally the brightest thing in the room, everyone's eyes are on you without you even realizing it. "Tonight," He repeats slowly "you look like someone else."You twist the straw between your slightly shaking fingers and make a soft laugh. "Are you going to call me a slut too?" Yours is a question without irony and with an imperceptible bitterness, which shouldn't have been there. Eddie blinks then his expression softens. This shyness is new, you are not like that. The girl he knows would never have let someone treat her like this and he feels an overwhelming guilt rising in his chest. He doesn't have the presumption to believe that it is all his fault, or rather that he has all this power over you, yet he cannot help but feel that it is him who convinced you that you are worth so little and he hates himself for that.
"Eddie, please talk to me"/ "I've got nothing to tell you."
"Eddie, do you wanna go out? Maybe I can sleep here with you"/ "I sleep better when you are not there"
"Do you wanna listen ti some music?"/ "Oh so you can ruin all my favorite songs?"
"Eddie, I feel like you don't wanna be with me anymore. You don't touch me, you don't kiss me. What is happening baby?"/ "Nothing."/ "Eddie..."/
"I don't know what I feel Y/N, but thats not my biggest problem at the moment"
"Will you tell me why you are with someone like him?" You can't help but lift your face and look at him surprised by the question but also by the tone. You drink again and again, feeling a relentless thirst. Then you search for the best answer you can give, one that doesn't allow Eddie to see the vortex of insecurities and needs you've been falling into lately. The truth is that you too have looked for normality in a person like many others, one who doesn't have too many dramas and slowly you've ended up canceling yourself in an attempt to hold on to that semblance of normality, a parenthesis in which you can pretend to be a simple person, different from the traumatized girl who fought Demogorgons and still dreams of them on the worst nights. No, you don't want him to understand, you don't want his pity nor his help.
"I like the way he takes care of me." The answer is thoughtful, but sincere. Jasper wooed you long and hard at first and for a while he made you feel special and it was cool, Eddie hadn't done that for a long time. Now he stares at you silently thinking it's a stupid answer, because you take care of sick people or dogs or children and you are none of the three: you fought Vecna, you saved this city and yes, certainly someone has to worry about you, but what Jasper does and how he does it, without really knowing who you are and what you've been through, can't be enough. It will never be enough.
"Instead - you say urgently to direct the conversation elsewhere - where is your girl? " He is shocked, somehow he've thought you would've never know about Freya. He sighs. He looks around and sees Jasper, a few meters away, who is staring grimly in your direction.
"I don't like how he looks at you."
"Does he makes you remember when you used to do it?" Then, realizing what you've said and before he can add anything else, you continue. "There's too much alcohol in this stuff and the alcohol makes me talk nonsense. Sorry" You move quickly to a garbage can and throw away the still half full plastic cup. Then you go back to him and give him two pats on the shoulder "Have fun with your girlfriend and remember to stay away from my boyfriend ..." But Freya is kind of a distant memory, even though she's here and she's looking for him. He doesn't care. The words that Eddie still has trapped between his lips remain there: I've never looked at you like that. I have done better. I never stopped looking at you.
When Jasper catches up with you, you are spying towards a secluded corner of the club, where Eddie and his new girlfriend are sitting, her legs casually moves to touch his knees, approaching with discretion. You can't look him in the face but from her annoyed expression it's not going very well and you don't want to, you really don't want to, but you can't help but feel happy about it. You hate yourself a little because she is exactly his type, beautiful, mysterious and she has written all over her face that she can understand Eddie' s tastes more than you ever did, she shares them, she makes a lifestyle of it while you have done nothing but indulge them only because he loved them, because he was happy. It is also remarkable that a stranger wants to get close to him after all, in Howkins people never forget and many are still convinced that he is a monster. If this girl is there with him then she really cares and you should not hope things to go wrong but you can't help it. You study them so closely that you don't notice Jasper's arrival. He hugs you putting arms around your waist and slides his hands on your backside making you wince, you stagger backwards, which forces him to force the grip on your buttocks. You feel uncomfortable but you say nothing.
"I haven't kissed you yet this evening" His voice is hoarse. You tie your arms around his neck and let him take possession of your lips. While you kiss him, you try to erase the guilt and the image of Eddie, one way or another you end up seeing the long haired boy instead of Jasper and you feel like a monster. A terrible person. You can't stop and at this point, you have drunk enough to lift one leg to his side. The balance becomes precarious and he grabs you below the knee to hold you up, but you are abruptly interrupted. It's Eddie, who touching Jasper's shoulder forcing him to stop. "Go easy on her." He smiles as he speaks, but there is something serious and dangerous about the way his eyes sparkle. "She's drunk can't you see ?"
"I'm not." You reply as Munson gives you an annoyed look. But it's true. You're not drunk, at least not enough. You would need to drink more to get through this night. "But you are not completely in you, am I right?" Eddie asks hoping for your support. But you don't want help, you don't need your ex to be the hero. For what reason? You are good with Jasper. "What do you want Munson, for real?" Jasper's tone is menacing, he holds you possessive and continues to look at Eddie defiantly. You just hope he goes away, you don't want them to fight, you don't want to ruin the party. You don't want to have to choose, you find it stupid. A fight between alpha males is totally unnecessary. "I want you to treat her with respect"
"What do you know about respect? You fucking freak. Get out of here before I hurt you."
"Hey" You step in, moving away from Jasper. "There's no need to insult him."
"Oh really? He's a fucking killer, I don't even know why he's here. Did you forget about poor Chrissy and all the others? About Jason? He didn't kill you just because you fucked him well enough" Eddie is stunned, like every time someone comes up with that damn story. His eyes staring into space, lost in the memory of his great trauma. You are about to lose your temper, shaking hands and you try to get closer to Jasper again but someone anticipates you. "What the fuck is going on?" Steve asks, approaching with his arms folded, followed by the others. Jasper ignores him still waiting for you next move. "Leave him alone. He's innocent, more innocent the you. More than me. Don't bring up things you don't know shit about."
"Why are you defending him? Do I have to believe whoever thought you were an accomplice?"
"Believe what you want, really. But don't talk to him like that."
"Maybe he' ll kill you too" Jasper shouts.
"Maybe I'll kill you first" Comments Eddie. He smiles but he is hurt and you know it and you can see the way his expression changes with something inhuman.You know it can't be, but sometimes you get the feeling that something about Vena is trapped inside him and it scares you.
"Jasper, come on let's go away." You don't want to walk away with him, but you want to put as much space between them as possible. Jasper doesn't listen to you. He shoves Eddie. "Monster" Another shove. "Murderer." You get in the middle trying to divide them with all your strength and you fall to the ground. You hear a female voice shouting Steve's name and you see him, in a moment he's on Jasper, yanking him by the shirt and shoving him back in precarious equilibrium. "Keep those shitty hands in place" Steve shouts. Jasper puts his hands on him rejecting him, he tries to hit him, they lock each other's arms and then Steve tries to kick him, but in this moment you manage to get close to them and yanking both by the clothes you try to separate them again: "ENOUGH! That's enough! "
Jasper rolls his eyes. "Tommy, get her off my ass!" He yells at his friend. Tommy pulls you away, grabbing you by the shoulders with more force than necessary."Stop them! "
"Don't get involved," Tommy says.
Eddie turns to you as the world moves fast. He reads your eyes and they are filled with anger and fear and he decides it's not worth it. He could attack Jasper and his friends, he have learned something about courage, about fighting, but he doesn't want to hurt you. Beating up your boyfriend won't fix anything.
"Enough Big boy ." Eddie intimates Steve, approaching to take him away. Steve stares at Jasper full of hate as your boyfriend clenches his fists, in two steps he reaches Eddie and punches him in the face. The air is still and you all know that with his new abilities Eddie could destroy him in a second but he doesn't, he doesn't react and let himself be hit again. This time it is Jonathan who gets in the way while Robin, Nancy swear and unfamiliar faces dive into the brawl they are not planning to participate in. Or rather, it takes two people to drag Steve away and two others to prevent Robin from getting into that chaos.
In the confusion Freya approaches Eddie, alarmed and "Look what they did to you! Why did you have to put yourself in the middle ?!" Eddie turns to you, he is bleeding and he stares into your eyes until as he walks past you, without speaking. You are able to read his mind anyway and you know exactly what he wants to say. "Look what have you become"
*
When the others left the great salon, you sand still for a while, looking around in disorientation. Jasper. How did this happen? How did you end up with someone like him? When? You hate yourself for this, for allowing yourself to be treated this way. But you've lost Eddie in a thousand ways and while you ran after him as he moved away from you, leaving you to fight with your demons alone, in the meantime Jasper's treated you well, with a cure you didn't think you could receive and you did: you have fallen, lost in a need for security that you thought did not wrinkle you. It's just a facade. The truth is when he caresses you, you can imagine Eddie doing it and it's better than the emptiness you carry inside. You are wrong of course, you regret it. When you leave the club, you see Nancy, Rboin Jonathan and Steve intent on cleaning his face from his blood, you didn't even realize they've hit him and you feel guilty seeing the way - for the umpteenth time - his facehas beeen used as a punching bag, on the other hand your attention is drawn to Eddie standing by Steve's car next to a girl. Freya. In the silence, with the muffled noises of the disco, you can hear what they are saying and even if it seems wrong you can't help it.
"Why did you get in the way of Eddie? " While the question may seem peremptory, it is actually Freya who is calm and genuinely curious. "I saw a friend in trouble ..."
"Munson." She interrupts him. "I know she's not just a friend." He raises his eyebrows in amazement and doesn't reply. "What? The whole city knows, you are not exactly strangers here. Considering that she has been accused of being your accomplice ..."He shakes his head, raises his eyes to the sky as if to hide the tears that sting his eyes"I'm sorry Freya" She crosses her arms across her chest. "If I were you, I would go and take her back , you know?"
"Of all the people you are the last one who should tell me." She laughs."Oh Munson, I like you it's clear. But I recognize love when I see it. Do you know why I approached you? I trusted Y/N, the way she always stood up for you, the way she talked about you made me believe there was something beautiful to discover. But in the end, I can't appropriate of the story of another "
She turns her back on him, proudly. "I'll see you around Eddie."
Eddie thinks that naming you is a cheap, intentional blow. He looks around realizing you haven't strayed far enough to miss this scene. When Eddie approaches, cutting your way to reach the others, you feel faint and he can't look at you in the throes of so many emotions that he can't handle. He has tried for so long to repress what he feels about you, to erase you, that now it falls on him like an avalanche. Because the truth is that he fears the part of him still linked to the world below. He is afraid of hurting you yet he can no longer resist being far away. And he feels that the longer he stays away from you the more he loses himself. You should be angry at him for how he behaved or sorry for the way he was treated by Jasper, but you are none of those things. You are confused, agitated, with a slightly clouded look and aware that the cause of this tension you feel has nothing to do with what has happened. He does not say anything, he doen't touch you, he does not even look you in the eye and yet you feel the extremities of the body frozen and the face on fire. You tell yourself it's the alcohol's fault or more likely you're still anxious about what has happened with Jasper, the same one you ran away from without a word and you don't want see anymore, but reality is that you are wainting for the man who broke your heart, willing to let him break it again just to have one minute with him. Eddie realizes you're upset and acts even before he thinks, moved by the natural instinct to comfort you. He comes back to you and gently grabs you by the shoulder.
" Are you Okay?" He says staring at a distant point, without the courage to appear fragile in front of you. As embarrassed as you are, you try to make eye contact with him but he avoids you."I'm sorry," you barely manage to say, without answering his question.He gives a nod and a smile, still tight, and leaves you for a moment but only to put his hand on your bare back. He needs warmth, he needs you, your humanity. You gasp for that touch. "I'm sorry, Y / N. " You can feel your heart pounding in your chest too hard. "It wasn't your fault ... Jasper is an asshole, it took me too long to notice."
" I..I have to tell you something." His tone changes, Eddie finally sets his gaze on you and his eyes are darker than you've ever seen them. You hesitate "What do you need Eddie? "The question is not answered, he guides you in silence away from the party, to the opposite side of the building, until he leads you to a hidden corner, where there is hardly anyone, under the approving gaze of the others. "You owe me ten dollars Harrington," Robin says, continuing to wipe his bloody face. "Another beating and ten dollars lost, but it's worth it"
"What do you have to tell me?" You ask in a higher-pitched voice than usual, still trying to look him in the eye. He approaches you, slowly, and you put your fists closed on your chest, with the instinct to keep him away, he and all the pain he causes you but that contact gives you a vacuum in the stomach. You seem to feel a small, annoying pang at the level of the heart. "You realize that, don't you?" Says Eddie "W-what?" You tremble."That ...that asshole doesn't deserve you, that nobody deserves you, not even me." You feel your legs give out and you think you're going to fall. Damn alcohol. It's easier to blame it.
"You can't do that. You can... not. What do you really want Eddie?" You ask, trying to hide the trembling of your voice. "I don't want anything, really." He answers. "I really think so and if you were ... - he has to clear your throat to go on - if you were still my girlfriend ... I wouldn't make you feel that way. You mustn't let him do that. " You remain silent, a hand still in midair closed in a fist that you would like to hurl at his chest. You don't hit him, you can't move and you want to scream and cry because he has forced you to leave him months ago. He's ignored you, pushed you aside and abandoned you. He can't tell you certain things, not when it's his fault that you are no loger his girlfriend. It hurts you just to think about it. After everything he's been through, you don't want to be mad at him, yet anger takes hold of you and you can't help but let hot tears roll down your cheeks.
"Sorry" He murmurs, clenching your fist in his hands and pulling it against his chest hard "You can do it if you want. You can do anything you want to me. You.."
"Stop. Stop. Stop it" You snap away. "Stop acting like ... As if ..."
"As if?" He is close again and you feel his breath on your lips. "As if you love me Eddie! As if ... Iìm important."
"But I do. I do love you." His voice is a soft whisper, like he's afraid to speak. You look up, surprised. He continues to keep his face down, he looks at your lips, your bare shoulders and he feels your frightened eyes on him and he can't manage them. His body is shaken by ever stronger thrills, a violent tremor in front of which your anger quickly vanishes. There are the two parts of himself that struggle, the one from the past who would just like to have you back by his side, sitting on his bed for hours listening to tapes that you pretend to like to make him happy, and the new Eddie Munson, the one who could break you with one hand alone, the one who could lose control and hurt you. The worst thing? They both want you with the same intensity.
"Eddie" You call him in a faint voice, your hand on his cheek, the fingertips caress the soft and cold skin. Eddie lets his inhibitions vanish, along with his fears. Or rather, he finds himself unable to control them anymore and lets himself be invested by a movement of affection and devotion that pushes him to place his lips on his forehead, pressing them hard. He hears Jasper's voice repeat those terrible words to you, he sees your gaze spreading day by day, he has the confidence to act immediately, to erase all that pain, to come back to his home: You. He puts his hands on your waist with a gesture that is too impetuous, pushes you against the wall and kisses you on the lips. A hint of a kiss, delicate enough to be in contrast with the way he grabs you and holds you, as if his life depends on it. You are upset. You try to push him away but he tightens around your waist and kisses you a second time, pressing hard on your lips. When he separates, your lips are looking for him again and that leaves him stunned because he doesn't believe he can still deserve anything from you. In an instant the kiss becomes intense, deep, palms open on your soft hips. He wants to touch the rest of his body too, to hold every flap of flesh and you are there, you are alive, you are with him. With his left hand he leaves the waist and goes down to caress the thigh while you slide your fingers in his long hair. Then you run your hands over his chest. You are the first to move away without the courage to open your eyes, terrified of what will be.
Eddie lets out a groan that borders on despair. He feels your clenched on his chest and feels a tension he has never known before. He wonders if you hate him now. If this isn't goodbye. He looks for the right words to say, but he takes too long and you're the one talking, your throat dry and panting. "I do not understand" Eddie indulges in a smile for the first time in months, a sincere smile, and you realize you've missed everything about him, the creases in the corners of his lips, the dimples, the way his eyes shine in the night. "Neither do I." He answers. "The truth is that I am afraid of hurting you I fear who I am now and I would just like to keep you away from the monster I have become. But you know. I am a coward and maybe a selfish man, I can't keep you away."
"Eddie Munson, you are not a monster or a coward or selfish at all. You are a hero, and your scars and all that you have become are the marks of what you have done for us all. For me. I do not....I'll never hate you, I'll never be afraid of you. " You reply as you hug him and he remains still, petrified and almost reluctant to contact, but you do not give up and slowly you feel him melt into your arms "The only thing that scares me is to live another days in a world where you are not by my side." Eddie sinks his face into your hair, gently kissing your head. "I won't let you live one more day in that world then."
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Done with it.- D.M
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pairing: draco malfoy x reader
summary: draco has a new girlfriend and ur done with him.
warnings: non, swearing and angst
It was always the same shit, everytime. I was so done with him, but also so into him. Draco had a girfriend again. And I kinda didn’t have a problem with that. The problem was that everytime he was with someone he’d stop talking with me, like everytime. Idk why I thought this time would be differnt even tho he told me it wiuld be. I was so fucking dum I wanted to slap myself so hard. We never dated, we used to have a strange thing cause we weren’t dating but we were in love, me at least, but messed up so many times and I was so done with it that we decided stop talking and seeing each other. Well that was so easy to say, but when one day later I heard that he was already with another gurl i lost it. I told pansy and I hooked her up with his new girlfrind, which was so succesfull. Then he found out and was so mad at me, not at her ofc that he reslly ignored me, luke stop talking to me for real and don’t even looked at me. After a while he decided to talk to me again, which I was so excited about. I was so dum cause we toljed for a week and then he continued ignoring me. Tha was until two months later they broke up, and he started to talk to me again and flirting with me, just like in the begining. Everything was fine we’d flirt and u know the usual everything was fine. Until I find out he has a new girlfriend after a week without taljing to me. And the story has repeted again, it was always the same. I made him promise to not stop talking to me if he getted a girfriend in a future he said “ofc y/n u know I’ve wouldn’t do that” what a fucking lie.
I was in hogsmade by my own, I didn’t feel like beeing in company. God I wish I didn’t have gone.
I saw him, he was just as handsome as allways with that perfect blond hair and perdect white skin and precius grey eyes. At first he didn’t noticed, but when he did he smiled like nothing happened, like he didn’t forget ab me. “Hey y/n! How ru? ” “I’m fine, surprised u said hi” “Why, we’re friends” “Oh right, like u forget ab my existence I thought u woukdn’t remember me” “What? Y/n I didn’t forget ab u, I could never forget ab u” he saud the last part in a whisper that I wasn’t supoused to hear but I didn’t day anything. “Yeah right, I hope ur happy with ur new girlfriend” “Wait, that’s what this is ab? Are u fucking jealous?” “I’m not” “Yeah right” he let out a chuckle “I’m not fucking jealous, I’m just so fucking tired of u only talking to me when u feel uo to it, like u just stop talking to me whenever u hace a new girlfriend and u just preted like I don’t fucking exist and I’m so fucking dobe with it” “Y/n u know that’s not true, ur one of the most important people for me” “Yeah well don’t expect me to be there for u when u end up messing things up with ur new girl” I walked away with tears in my eyes.
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a/n: this is literally based on my love life 🥲
#draco malfoy x gryffindor#draco malfoy#draco malfoy smut#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy angst#harry potter#griffindor#slytherin#hufflepuff#ravenclaw#harry potter fic
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THIS GIVES ME AN IDEA
FEM READER
Imaganie this Kaveh wanting to be above Alhaitm for some reason idk makes up the fact that he has a girlfriend buttttt he really likes you so the 'girlfriend' has the same personality and looks. Alhatim had been on to Kaveh for a while but the he sees you with Kaveh looking like Kaveh's 'girlfriend'. So Alhatim goes up to the two of you and is like
"hi :) are you Kaveh's girlfriend? ;)"
Kaveh then starts screaming at the poor scribe. And then Kaveh's like
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND ITS A DIFFERENT PERSON!"
"Thats a nice argument Kaveh Why dont you back it up with a source?"
"MY SOURCE IS THAT I MADE IT THE FUCK UP."
You're kind of just there like 'v' looking kinda worried for your life (you should be) but the thing is you like Kaveh as well so you just kinda say outta the blue
"I wouldn't mind being your girlfriend Kaveh.."
Alhatim just drops his sword and looks at you Kaveh just starts blushing madly.
"um yeah s-sure Y-you see Alhatim I have a girfriend!.." Man poor Kaveh he just wanted a girlfriend and now you making him 'feel' things?
YOU'RE JUST AS WORSE AS THAT GOOD FOR NOTHING SCRIBE!
#fluff#genshin impact#genshin#kaveh#kaveh genshin impact#kaveh genshin#Alhatim#Alhatim genshin impact#genshin fluff#I MADE IT THE FUCK UP#imagine
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Seiko Kimura x Microbiologists Girfriend
I think it'd the first time I write for her. I hope I did her justice :D
Seiko with Microbiologist S/O
Reader here is female
You had a lot common topics to talk about. And she loved to hear you describe what you recently did in the lab.
Since your professions are somewhat connected, she enjoyed any opportunity she had to work with you.
Sometimes she noticed something that helped you, or you noticed something that could help her. Fixing each other's mistakes and suggesting ways of experimenting was making things easier.
But she was anxious about your relationship failing. She isn't the most affectionate person and usually waits for you to take the first step which makes her seem distant at times.
Whenever she says something wrong she will over think it even if you didn't think much about it.
Still she wanted to try and get out of her comfort zone. When it's just the two of you she would take off her mask, since if anyone should get to read her it'd be only you.
And since she wasn't afraid to point out possible mistakes of yours in the lab, with time she was better at voicing her own opinions to you. Even if she was afraid that you won't like what she'd say.
But she was still putting everyone before her first, you were just at the very top. It's very sweet how much she wants to help everyone but it's up to her loveley girlfriend- you- to take care of her in the meantime.
~Mod Angie
#seiko kimura#Seiko x reader#Kimura x reader#Seiko Kimura x reader#Dr3 seiko#Seiko danganronpa#Danganronpa seiko#Danganronpa Seiko Kimura
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