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n0bamak1s · 3 years

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mutual - mai zenin x reader

request: “Could you write mai x non-binary s/o, where mai is realizing that she has a crush on s/o, it'd be funny to see her reaction when the s/o get asked by todo before they spar, abt the kind of woman s/o like, and s/o just shrug and answer 'mai, i guess'.” - @814519

summary: reader seems to take a liking to mai, who refuses to acknowledge her schoolgirl crush on them, and todo somehow manages to be the one to get them to stop dancing around their feelings for each other. (genre: fluff, mutual pining, slice of life-y)

warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, mostly just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i’m sorry to take a long ass hiatus again but i have some fics i’m working on rn!! thank you all sm for being so patient with how slow i can be T_T btw this one includes some very mild miwa x reader as well just as a heads up lol!

when you first transferred schools in order to master your cursed technique, your first instinct was to raise an eyebrow at your classmates. the lineup of students in your school consisted of a boy who might as well be a bodybuilder, a blonde girl whose hair seemed to defy gravity, an awkward looking stoic boy clad in traditional clothing, a girl with a gun holster on the side of her baggy pants who wore a bored expression as her gaze met yours, and a normal looking blue haired girl standing next to some rusty looking robot. with all their strange hairstyles and odd clothing choices, combined with how nonchalant they were about their mechanical companion, they might as well be the cast of some forgotten sitcom from the 80s.

after introducing yourself to your stiff new classmates, you were whisked away to be led to your dorm by the blue haired girl (would you call her a “bluenette”?) who you learned was called miwa. as you walked, you asked her questions about her cursed technique, to which she sheepishly smiled and explained how she was the most “useless” of the students.

in response to her shameless self deprecation, you simply scoffed and sent an easy smile her way. “you really shouldn’t beat yourself up like that miwa, if you do it’ll be much easier for your opponents to.” despite the teasing nature of your words, you really did hope you’d managed to encourage her a bit.

miwa turned to you with bright eyes and a sincere smile. “that means a lot, really! it’ll be so nice to have an upperclassman here who isn’t so intimidating. i’m always so nervous to ask mai for help with stuff, so it’s nice to know you believe in me!”

her smile was infectious as you mirrored your junior’s facial expression. “there’s no need to be scared of them you know, believe me, just because they’re older doesn’t mean they have any idea what they’re doing.”

she shrugged in response. “i guess you might be right, this morning mai was practically shaking in her boots about getting to meet you, so maybe it’s all just a tough facade!”

you thought back to the girl who had introduced herself as mai.

what first caught your eye was the way she carried herself. while next to her other classmates as she introduced herself to you, arms crossed over her chest and back straight, as if it was an attempt to look high and mighty. rather than a proper introduction, she simply told you her name, before looking away boredly. the both of you chose to ignore the way todo teased her, before turning to introduce himself with a smug smile. he opened his mouth to seemingly ask you something, but was quickly cut off by mai stomping on his foot, sending him a harsh look. she glanced back at you with a slightly softer expression and a monotone apology for “his idiocy.”

you chuckled quietly at the idea of the girl who presented herself as so blunt and cold getting all nervous at the idea of your arrival.

breaking you out of your reminiscence, miwa waved her hands in front of her nervously as she turned to you. “just please don’t tell her i said that!” her guilty expression rivaled that of a kid who’d been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

before she could continue in her nervous exclamation about how intimidated she was by her senior, you grabbed her hands that had been motioning wildly to match her words. “don’t worry miwa, i’d never sell you out like that.” you let out a small chuckle as you examined the genuine worry on her face, to which she just sheepishly smiled. it was funny to you how scared she seemed of her seniors, but it couldn’t help you from getting an odd urge to want to protect the small girl.

“besides,” your smile turned sly “, if what you say is true, i bet mai would be too shy to even talk to me!” a loud laugh escaped your lips as you continued your way down the dorm halls with long strides. behind you, miwa sped up when remembering she was supposed to be the one escorting you to your dorm.

“come on, that’s not fair to hang it over my head like that!” she whined as she managed to match your pace.

as miwa trailed ever so slightly behind you, you caught sight of a newly familiar head of dark hair (under the fluorescent lighting you couldn’t entirely tell whether it was green or black.)

“mai!” you called out to the girl you’d been newly acquainted with, raising one hand in greeting and slinging the other around your very embarrassed looking juniors shoulders.

the girl you’d shouted to turned to you with heavy lidded eyes that gave her face a bored, almost annoyed, expression. her turning your way was quickly followed by todo, who you guessed had been standing next to her, glancing over the hallway corner to meet your gaze. those two made an odd pair, from what you could tell. in contrast to mai’s impassive greeting, todo had introduced himself with booming confidence, before going on to complain to utahime that he’d have to leave in order to make it back to his dorm to score tickets for a concert featuring takeda. in the moment, you had to stifle a laugh at the memory of such an intimidating looking dude having a huge crush on an idol with absolutely no shame about it.

mai opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off by todos roaring voice. “hey new kid!” his demeanor had been as confident as you remember, despite the fact that you were pretty sure he’d forgotten your name in the short time from when you had left to see your dorm. you gave him a smile and a lopsided wave in response.

“did you snag those tickets you were worried about earlier todo?”

“easily.” he bragged as if you cared about getting a pair of tickets for yourself. “however, earlier i meant to ask you a question, but SHE,” he pointed a thumb annoyedly at his companion, “very rudely interrupted me by stepping on my foot.”

“todo…” mai’s tone seemed warning as her eyes flickered between you and him.

“as much as i would LOVE to hear what your question is todo, i really do have to go unpack” you smiled abashedly, pulling miwa to your side, who nodded with wide eyes at how unphased you were.

“it might be better to ask when we spar later.” he shrugged. “that way i can really hear your impulse answer.” he crossed his arms, clearly to look intimidating.

“works for me! i’ll see you then too, mai.” you winked at her as you tugged miwa along behind you. mai huffed at your embarrassing show of flirtatiousness, but you didn’t miss the slight flush of her cheeks as she turned from you while rounding the corner.

even as you were close to the door of your dorm at the end of the hall, you could still hear mai berating todo for how embarrassing he was.

“i think she likes me.” a cat like grin overtook your face as you stopped in front of your dorm.

“utahime said your uniform would be folded on your bed, once you’re changed you can join us for sparring.” miwa smiled bashful smile. she’d probably chosen to ignore your previous statement in hopes of not being dragged into any drama.

“thanks miwa!” you grinned and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, to which she simply looked away timidly.

“it’s no problem, really.” she waved off your appreciation. “but between the two of us, i think you may be right about mai liking you.”

she bowed before running off, probably to get ready for sparring, leaving you grinning like an idiot in response to her revelation.

maybe the feeling was kinda mutual.

you were quick to change into your all black uniform pants and jacket, then breaking into a stride to the yard where sparring took place. that was, until you realized you were wandering rather aimlessly considering, you know, you didn’t really know where the yard was yet. peering around the hallway, your eye caught on an oh so familiar girl adorned in baggy black pants.

“hey mai!” you almost had it in you to feel bad for approaching her yet again.

almost.

“i’m kinda lost, d’you think i could walk with you?”

she nodded a yes in response, motioning with a hand for you to follow her.

after a one too many moments of awkward silence, you decided you’d have to be the one to bite the bullet and break it. “you know that thing todo was saying earlier about having a question he needed to ask me?” she looked up in a way that made her seem as if she’d just been brought out of being lost in her thoughts.

“what of it?”

“do you happen to know what it was? he seemed pretty serious about it.” well, as serious as todo could get.

to your surprise, mai attempted to stifle a chuckle, before a laugh managed to slip past her.

“it’s this totally dumb thing he likes to do.” she tilted her head slightly back so she looked at the ceiling as she talked. “to size people up, he likes to ask them what their type in women is.”

you let out a snort as you laughed, though you couldn’t say you were surprised.

“he seems like such a hopeless romantic, it’s hilarious.”

“yeah.” a soft smile painted her face. “but you’d better get an answer ready, if he thinks you’re too boring he’ll beat your ass.”

“really now?” you raised an eyebrow, to which she nodded in confirmation. “what does he classify as ‘boring’?”

she shrugged. “depends. whenever someone prefers personality he either beats the shit out of them or starts crying.” it was clear in her tone how exasperated her friend made her.

“what did you say? when he asked you?” you turned to face her fully, which made her realize how close together your faces were. for just a beat, she paused to examine your expression. despite your earlier teasing, you seemed sincere in your question. either you were oblivious to the blush spreading across her face, or you chose not to tease her for it.

before an answer could leave her parted open lips, she was interrupted by a voice calling both of your names.

“hey toshinori!” you smiled at the stone faced boy in front of you as you used mai’s shoulder as an armrest.

“it’s noritoshi.” the monotony in his voice made you stifle a laugh. “and you guys are running late for sparring, what were you even doing?”

her eyes glowered in his direction, clearly not in the mood to play hall monitor with him. “i was just being welcoming to our new classmate.”

he ignored her passive aggressive response and turned to you. “todo keeps asking where you are, so you might wanna hurry up.” with a swift turn, he began walking down the hallway with long strides.

once he seemed out of earshot, you burst into laughter, and from your arm you could feel mai’s shoulders shake from repressing a giggle.

“he walks like a goddamn penguin!” you referred to how his arms were wide at his sides and his stiff steps.

“him and mechamaru walk the exact same way, i’m starting to think he might just be a more advanced robot.” her dry tone was combatted by the way the corners of her mouth turned up in a lopsided grin.

“though, we should probably get going, even if i get a pass for being new here, i’m not sure how utahime would react to you being late.”

you didn’t notice how her eyes softened at your concern for her as you beckoned for her to lead the way.

“i don’t think she’d mind, after all utahime loves me for my pep and bubbly spirit.” her voice oozed with sarcasm while you smiled to yourself about how you’d managed to get her to loosen up.

the walk to the sparring field was quick, and it made you wonder how much time you two had taken just talking at the end of the hallway. you were greeted by the sight of your strangely styled classmates (plus the literal robot) beginning to split into pairs. before you could turn to mai with the question of partnering up, you were greeted by a todo with a firm hand on your shoulder.

“we’re partnering up, new kid!” it was more of a declaration than an offer. you smiled awkwardly as his shadow enveloped your figure, seeing mai be whisked away by momo out of the corner of your eye. if you’d looked close enough, you’d have been able to see the annoyed look mai sent at todo and the smug smile momo flashed at mai and her obvious display of jealousy.

you planted your feet on the ground that was caked in dust and prepared yourself into a fighting stance, with fists raised and legs steady. though it seemed you’d gotten prepared to defend from an attack that wasn’t coming. instead, todo marched over to you confidently. mai glanced over from her sparring, knowing exactly what was coming.

he called your name in his usual booming voice, which you were surprised he actually knew.

“what is your type in women?” he towered over you, his expression dead serious despite his absolutely ridiculous question.

feeling mai’s eyes trailing you, you glanced over to her. she mouthed something to you about not saying personality. you failed to hold back a chuckle, which seemed to snap todo out of his intimidating glower.

his gaze followed yours, which was still focused on mai for the briefest of moments.

“ohhhh i get it…you’ve got a thing for mai, huh?” he sounded like a child about to blackmail their sibling.

a furious blush overtook mai’s face practically instantly, while momo covered her mouth with a hand to suppress a laugh. you glanced between a boastful looking todo and a tomato looking mai.

“yeah i guess you could say she’s my type.” you shrugged nonchalantly, to which you could hear mai sputtering something about how you were just trying to embarrass her. miwa had a sheepish look on her face as she walked over to check on mai, though it only seemed to make her more flustered when miwa asked if she wanted to go to the nurse.

while witnessing the admittedly charming trainwreck happening in front of you, there was a moment for you to look back at todo.

“are you CRYING?”

“i have no shame in it. it’s like mai is my daughter and i’m walking her down the aisle at her wedding.”

“it’s absolutely nothing like that, todo.”

he ignored your blatant confusion at his reaction. “young love is so beautiful. you have my full blessing to date mai.” he sniffles and wiped his nose, then held it out for you to shake, to which you scrunched your nose in disgust.

“thanks for the ‘blessing’ and all, but now that we’re done with that, i think i should go spar with lover girl over there.” you threw your thumb over your shoulder to point to mai.

“you guys should join me and takeda for a double date! we can arrange a date once she finally answers my calls.” todo had a large grin, shameless about his tear stained cheeks.

“how about it?” you raised an eyebrow at mai, who had become significantly more composed in the time you hadn’t been looking in her direction.

“absolutely not.” she deadpanned, though her impassive look didn’t last very long as she leaned over to whisper in your ear, cracking a small smile reserved for you. “i’d rather we just hang out without that oaf, you know it’s embarrassing for them to see how you get me acting like a schoolgirl with her first crush.”

the moment paused for a split second for her to glance at todo, who was staring you down like a disapproving father.

“plus lord knows takeda isn’t answering him anytime soon.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

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asscandles · 3 years

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heeeello!! first i gotta say that i love ur writing so much<3 u are a blessing for the tokyo revengers fandom.

can i request yuzuha with a soft bestfriend (like, they’re totally opposites bc yuzuha is… her, and her bestfriend would be like soft and a little against violence and shy…) and how they meet and how their relationship would be like in the daily? thank u!!

hello! thank you sm babe, you're so kind🥺 i had another request similar to this one, so i decided to combine them both into this one.

also, since yuzuha is CRIMINALLY underrated and there isn't a lot of content for her, i decided to give this one extra attention and write a bit more! i hope you like it :D and god, i hope it fits her character. i wasn’t too sure

being best friends with yuzuha is… interesting, to say the least

ngl when yuzuha first met you, she lowkey thought you were a wuss LMAO

it’d all started when you’d accidentally collided with a black dragon member while sprinting out of a side alley. despite having been that one that had gotten knocked on their ass, you’d started apologizing profusely and repeatedly bowing your head. however, your apology didn’t seem to appease the gang member. you were mid-apology when you suddenly found your collar being crumpled up in the boy’s fist and your entire body lifted off the ground. you’d yelped and pried at his iron grip on your shirt, pleading with him to let you go and desperately insisting that violence isn’t necessary.

that was when yuzuha materialized behind him and placed a restraining hand on his arm, telling the black dragon member to calm down and dryly asking if he had anything better to do than pick on crybabies like you. it’s safe to say she caught a quick elbow to the face and stumbled back. you shouted at him to stop and impulsively kicked your foot forward, driving it into his groin. he’d promptly gasped in agony and reflexively dropped to his knees, unceremoniously dumping you onto the concrete in the process. “oh, god, i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to--” your fretting ceased when you noticed that yuzuha was still on the ground. you immediately scrambled up and to yuzuha’s side.

“are you okay?” the genuine, almost frantic concern in your tone caught yuzuha off guard. but what stunned her even more was your appearance. there was no way in hell that you belonged here. you donned pastel hues and carried a light grey satchel complete with a macaroon charm that clicked and clacked whenever you moved. your features were soft, eyes round and sparkling with a sense of worry so innocent and pure that it made her want to do two things. first, she wanted to dislike you just for having the ignorance and audacity to be carelessly wandering around in such a dangerous part of town. second, she wanted to feel frustrated because the violence in the town had gotten so extreme that her first instinct was to dislike you for being here. yuzuha wasn’t quite sure which desire was more powerful.

“yeah, it’s nothing.” she’d waved off your concern and stood up. “it’s dangerous here. you should leave before he recovers.” however, seeing that rat bastard knelt on the ground in obvious pain made her crack a small smile. “that kick wasn’t bad, though.”

“oh, uh, thanks…” you chuckled nervously, inconspicuously fiddling with the hem of your top. “i’m not super big on--ah! hey, you’re bleeding!”

“am i?” yuzuha quirked a brow. upon brushing her finger against her cheek, she discovered that a small cut had been opened along the skin, but it was barely bleeding. the way you’d said it made her think that she was losing a shit ton of blood. “oh, it’s alright, don’t worry.”

“this is all my fault, i’m so sorry.” you leaned forward in a deep bow, trying your best to keep your voice from wavering with guilt. “if i’d been watching where i was going, this wouldn’t have happened. please forgive me!”

“huh? no, seriously, don’t worry about it. it’s barely a--what are you doing?”

you were feverishly rummaging through your satchel, the tip of your tongue peeking through your lips and forehead creased in concentration as you searched. yuzuha tilted her head as she watched you search. “um, hello?”

“i found it,” a small yet accomplished smile appeared on your lips as you yanked your fist free, pieces of paper jutting from the spaces between your fingers. “here, please take this.” you opened your hand, offering to her a single alcohol wipe and a bandage. “since you got hurt because of me, please use these to patch yourself up.”

“really, it’s barely a scratch.” yuzuha held up a palm to decline. “i’m used to looking after my brother, so this kind of stuff doesn’t bother me.”

“what..?” you blinked at her incredulously. “please forgive me for saying so, but that’s not good. no one should be accustomed to pain.” you shook your head.

“it’s fine. it’s not as bad as you think.” yuzuha reassured you. even so, she knew full well that she was concealing a large bruise on her jaw beneath a layer of makeup. but, it’s not your business. hell, you looked so delicate that she feared one flash of her injuries would cause you to faint. “what’s your name?” she questioned, changing the subject. “i’m yuzuha shiba.”

“oh, i’m (reader).” you smile. that’s such a lovely name. yuzuha. you extended your arm further, prompting her to take the wipe and bandaid. “please take this. i know it isn’t a big cut, but it’s still broken skin. if you don’t clean it, it will get infected.”

“alright, fine,” yuzuha accepted your offered supplies with a half-smile of slight amusement.

once you bid her farewell and you both went your separate ways, yuzuha never expected to interact with you again. she was resigned to only bear your memory in the form of a pastel pink bandaid and a fleeting chuckle as she admired her new “accessory” in the mirror. however, fate has a funny way of being unpredictable--fickle, even.

it proved that fact when yuzuha bumped into you a number of other times--a couple times even literally. more times than not, your shy personality and inability to do much other than apologize meekly in the presence of the black dragons landed you in a few sticky situations that yuzuha promptly saved you from. before long, it became a habit of hers to immediately check out the target of a group of black dragons instead of minding her own business. god, they’re such an airhead, she thought.

there was no definitive start to your friendship. yuzuha just kind of grew accustomed to your presence. although she spent a great deal of time with her brother, before long, your absence became glaringly obvious to both her and hakkai. you were a scaredy-cat, but less of a nuisance than she initially thought.

besides, you were kind and seemed to bloom like a brilliant sunflower in her presence. seeing the relief in your eyes when she intervened and how flustered you got whenever you were faced with opposition, and hearing how overly yet genuinely ashamed you were when you apologized made her want to protect you. given her past of watching over hakkai and vowing to protect her family, the compulsion to take you under her wing was pretty natural, making the transition into your friendship almost effortless.

in the beginning, yuzuha was never a clingy friend. despite your friendship, she still kept a couple walls erected to guard her heart from further damage and keep you from finding out their family’s secrets. she thought you couldn’t handle it--that it wasn’t really your business to begin with. she thought you were too weak, and that it would freak you out. they aren’t mature enough, she concluded. not only that, it’s a family matter.

she kept you at arm’s length, letting you open up to her if you needed to but then proceeding to bottle up her own emotions behind that casual smile of hers. she would always put on makeup before she saw you to ensure that you never saw her bruises. she was stiff whenever you went to embrace or touch her, unfamiliar with the affections of other people who weren’t hakkai.

friendships were always difficult to maintain, given her family’s reputation and her affiliation to the black dragons. yet, you didn’t seem to have a problem with any of it. you just stuck by her side as if you were blissfully unaware of the hardships and turmoil she endured.

she was prepared to stay this way forever. she never expected to be allowed a close friend. being able to share secrets with someone other than family, being close enough to swap clothes with them, and being able to cry and have them rub her back until she calmed down--she just accepted that it wasn’t part of the package deal.

however, she was forced to take that risk. she didn’t want to, nor did she have time to prepare. it just hit her like one of those uppercuts that come all the way up from the floor.

it happened when you and yuzuha were out strolling through the city, and it suddenly started pouring rain with about five minutes of advanced notice. you both sought refuge under the overhang of an empty bus stop, and you were both panicking--you because your ice cream was watered-down and no longer edible, and yuzuha because the rain was washing her makeup off. she did her best to hide the previously concealed wounds, but it was only a matter of time before your smile withered, your ice cream hit the ground, and your eyes rounded with horror. you were distraught, to say the least, demanding to know who the hell hurt her and inquiring as to why she didn’t say anything, especially since you had touched her there more than once and hated the idea of accidentally causing her pain.

she’d reflexively brushed you off, dismissing your concern with an “it’s nothing” and an “it barely hurts.” you two argued back and forth, your concern rising to match her increasing irritation at the entire situation. she lashed, “i told you, i’ve been taking care of my brother since we were kids! this kind of stuff isn’t that big of a deal. so just stop worrying about it!”

but then, you challenged her with, “well, shit, yuzuha!” you tossed your arms in the air in disbelief, your usually timid and apologetic demeanor now swallowed up by your fear for yuzuha’s safety. “then who takes care of you?”

at that moment, yuzuha fell silent. her lips were parted to reply, but she was shocked to discover that she couldn’t. she didn’t know why, but… she didn’t have a rebuttal. she didn’t have anyone to name. she didn’t have anyone who popped into her mind. there was only this sickening feeling of cognizance that slowly trickled through her body, dripping with painstaking precision into the gaping abyss of dread and cold despair that yawned wider and wider each time yuzuha realized that every person she could think of had never come to her assistance.

when was the last time she’d leaned on someone’s shoulder?

when was the last time she’d reached out for help, and someone had taken her hand?

when was the last time someone protected her?

ah, that’s right. she’d forgotten. all this time, she’s been resigned to looking after and relying on only herself. she figured that if her own family wouldn’t help her, then who the hell would?

“no one. i don’t need anyone to take care of--”

“then, i’ll do it!”

what? all yuzuha would do was blink incredulously at you. you? the meek crybaby who she kept having to save? surely, you were joking. the idea of you being able to protect her was so unlikely that she almost accidentally laughed on the spot.

but then, you took a step forward, and when yuzuha’s gaze fell upon your face, her amusement dissipated in her throat. your eyes burned brighter than she’d ever seen before. a tenacious fire breathed with life in your eyes, swelling and dancing with more fervor than she’s ever witnessed from you before. pearls of frustration and pain scintillated along your lashes, but they didn’t extinguish the flame--no, they sustained it. your features were a concrete statue of solemnity, genuine purity, and sobriety, no longer soft with naivety nor drunk on daydreams.

“let me help you, yuzuha.”

she’d expected your words to be empty and only bear weight whenever it was convenient for you, so you pursuing your spoken desire to help her had her reeling a bit

she must admit, it was a bit overwhelming at first. but after a while of gradual progress, she stopped resisting and allowed your deft hands to calmly and gently inspect her wounds, she willingly showed you where she kept her makeup remover, the surprise she felt whenever you invited her and hakkai over began to fade, and she eventually quit avoiding the small mental health checks you tagged onto your conversations over tea or coffee.

over time, the flowers seemed to have a tad more color, the sun seemed a little warmer, the breeze was a bit more soothing, and her smile seemed to come a little easier. hakkai even commented on her transformation, mentioning that she seemed happier. yeah, yuzuha was pretty glad to have you around.

after a comparison of your appearances and demeanors, the public eye always assumed that yuzuha was the dominant one in the friendship and protected you, which is only half true. it’s more of a 50/50, an equal give-and-take situation. while it’s true that she protects you from physical harm and threats from others, it’s also correct that you protect her in an emotional and mental sense.

the first time yuzuha cried in front of you, it was on her bathroom floor. yuzuha’s hands were trembling so badly that she couldn’t muster enough control to peel the back of a bandaid off. she’d failed. she’d done her best, but it wasn’t enough. she’d agreed to endure a brutal beating from taiju, so long as he agreed to spare hakkai. however, he’d disregarded the deal, savagely beating hakkai while yuzuha shouted from the corner, too exhausted and gripped with pain to intervene.

she’d promised to protect their family, but all she could do was watch helplessly as taiju rained down blow after blow on hakkai’s exposed face. she’s a failure. she couldn’t do anything. god, she can’t remember the last time she’d felt so weak.

she barely remembered texting you to come over, but when you showed up in the doorway holding your lit phone screen with a worried frown, she vaguely felt her own phone pressing into her palm. without a word, you’d gone to work, gently wiping away her makeup before dressing her wounds with utmost care. you gingerly brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face with the back of your hand, saying with a soft smile, “that looks like it hurts. but you did really well, yuzuha… you can rest now. it’s going to be alright.”

then, she broke. tears began flowing down her face in endless rivulets, and she squeezed her eyes shut against them. the only sounds in the room where the rustling of fabric, the dull thump of her package of makeup wipes falling from your hands, and a series of shaky inhales, whimpers, and hiccups as she finally poured out all of her pent-up emotions. you hadn’t hesitated to draw her close, nestling her face into your shoulder and murmuring soft reassurances to her while she wept into your shirt. there was only a moment of reluctance before she surrendered to your embrace, rocking forward and freely allowing you to support her without having to worry about holding herself up.

for the first time since she was a young child, she didn’t have to worry about being strong. she could finally relax, revel in the warmth of someone else holding her, and cry without fear of being judged or perceived as frail. that day, you became her foundation--her pillar of support that she could fall back on during difficult times and trust to catch her.

having yuzuha as a best friend means that you have to be okay with her butting in on your life sometimes. you opened her heart to you, you little shit, now you have to deal with the consequences. she doesn’t really overstep, but she does remind you about upcoming assignments and events, make sure you’ve eaten, make sure that you get enough sleep, and inform you about the reputations of the people around you that wish to become your “friend”

she’s blunt with you, but only because she believes it will benefit you. she won’t hesitate to tell you when you need to be more assertive and less of a doormat (but, then she’ll apologize and rephrase her wording when she sees your smile dim), and she will tell you when you’re wrong. she expects you to do the same for her, but she also understands if it’s too confrontational for you. regardless, she at least wants you to be unafraid to voice your opinion, because if you don’t, then she fears that your guys’ bond will become similar to the one of subservience and unchallenged dominance that she shares with taiju. but, if you stand up for yourself, she’ll be so proud. she’ll be off to the side watching you firmly tell someone to leave you alone and recording you like “you’re doing great, sweetie”

she’s 100% that friend that tells the waiter that your order is wrong while you plead with her to forget about it and insist that it’s okay

you’ll have to be the one to initiate affection. she doesn’t like a ton of physical affection all at once since it can get overwhelming, and it takes her a while to get used to spontaneous hugs or sudden movements accompanied by displays of fondness. but she does like affection in moderation, and when you do show it, she’ll either sit there and quietly enjoy it, or she’ll nonchalantly return it

she’s also that friend that no matter how much time you two spend apart, she can pick up the phone and speak amicably with you as if nothing has changed

if you’re that crow friend that likes to pick up pretty stones and give them to people, if you give them to yuzuha, she will absolutely keep them. she may act a bit embarrassed or think it’s childish, but she’ll never turn down a gift from you. she keeps them in a glass jar tucked safely away under her bed where taiju’s fatass hands can’t reach

PLS compliment her. she’s a whole goddess and a half. you know she is. your praise and admiration always makes her sheepish and scarlet-faced, mumbling about how that isn’t true and how you’re embarrassing her. you never listen to her, though. she’s a beautiful girl, and she needs to accept it, plain as day.

whenever you two go to the mall, you always insist that she tries on clothes. she sneaks out of the dressing room to show you, only to hiss at you to quiet down when you start gushing and raving about how amazing she looks. still, she can’t fight the glowing smile of appreciation that pinches at her cheeks when she checks herself out in front of the mirror with you hyping her up in the background

she once almost strangled you when you approached a model scout and volunteered her without her consent

if you’re grounded and can’t leave the house, she’s more than prepared to climb through your window during the late hours of the night, a backpack containing a couple snacks secured around her shoulders. one time she banged her head on the windowsill and fell forward onto your bedroom floor. you helped her up and tenderly patted her head, but your eyes were blurry with tears of laughter as you did so

if she can fit in your clothes, she’ll probably ask to borrow them. you’ll be hanging out in your room and she’ll be picking through the contents of your closet, humming in acknowledgement while you tell her a story. when you pause, she’ll turn around with a shirt like, “hey, can i borrow this? it would match with the black pleated skirt we got at the mall the other day.”

“actually, i think it would go more with those distressed jeans you have. it just gives more jeans vibes, you know?”

“oh, wait. you have a point… yeah, you’re right.”

“but yeah, you can borrow it.”

it goes both ways, though, so long as you can be trusted to return her belongings in a timely manner. if you can’t fit into her size of clothing, then you’re welcome to borrow any accessories she has, like belts or necklaces.

you two have friendship necklaces, each necklace possessing half of a heart that’s only complete when you connect the two necklaces. yuzuha doesn’t wear it whenever taiju is in a bad mood out of fear that it will get broken during one of his tantrums; but when she isn’t the target of his rage, she always wears it under her uniform

as an adaptation to her home atmosphere, yuzuha has developed the ability to pinpoint even the smallest changes in someone’s mood or energy. that being said, all you have to do is walk into the room and set down your bag a tad bit harder than usual, and she’ll immediately lower the book she’s reading and ask, “what’s wrong?”

if she walks into the room and finds you laying face-down on the floor wallowing in your own negative emotions, she’s that friend that will take a moment to process like, “o-oh, okay. wait, hold on. let me put this down… okay, what is it? what are we doing? what’s wrong?” before clearing a spot to lay down next to you on the floor. “are you upset?” if you just mumble intelligibly and don’t move, she’ll sit up and start lightly drumming her hands on your back, telling you, “if you don’t tell me, we can’t fix the issue. talk to me, babe. what are we doing?”

she does her best to keep you steered away from any conflicts or violent outbursts that spontaneously erupt, knowing that you aren’t really one for violence. you’ll hear screaming and cursing around the corner, and yuzuha will promptly turn on her heel, link your arm with hers, and stroll back in the direction you just came from, suggesting, “let’s head back to my place. yours is too far of a walk from here.”

being friends with yuzuha means getting along with hakkai. at first, you didn’t like him because he kept hiding behind yuzuha like a little bitch and letting her get beat up in his stead, but when you saw how passionate and energized yuzuha was when praising him and talking about him, you grew to accept him for the sake of not upsetting her.

he was a bit intimidating, so you didn’t talk to him much, anyway. but, you still invited him along with you and yuzuha since she seemed quite attached to him and you didn’t want him to feel left out. after a while, you discovered that he’s a pretty decent guy, and you allowed yourself to relax just a bit more around him

yuzuha has you on speed dial next to hakkai, and she’ll lowkey be offended if you don’t put her on yours jdsfklzofjigz

she likes taking pictures of you and her whenever you’re together. she told you that she likes keeping them for the memories. if you took the pictures and made a cute, little scrapbook with stickers and her favorite colors, she would probably tear up. but if you point it out, she'll deny it, of course

pls don’t ever break her trust. she’s gone through so much, and she could really use someone like you around. take good care of her, okay?

#yuzuha shiba #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo manji gang #black dragon #tokyo revengers yuzuha #yuzuha x reader #hakkai shiba #tokyo revengers hakkai #tokyo revengers anime #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga

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more than ready | myg

⤑ series: be my baby

⤑ pairing: rapper!yoongi x mom!reader

⤑ genre: smut!! nd fluff.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 5.6K

⤑ warnings: here we goo... cursing, dirty talk, neck kissing, hickeys, slight biting, oral sex (f. receiving), oh my god spitting, squirting, yoongi has an impreg kink, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cum inside, unintentional cock warming (he’s gotta get it in there), multiple orgasms.

⤑ A/N: so hi! this was only supposed to be just that first scene... but then i got sad that it was ending so i added more :( - so yeah ,. it took longer than i expected . but i hope you guys really like this!! i can’t believe it’s over omg :( i’m gonna miss them sm .

⤑ impreg dialogue credit goes to @taetaewonderland, go check out her work, she’s soo talented!

JUNE 5TH, 2020 | 16:09 – TWO WEEKS LATER.

It had been a long day, spent lifting boxes and reorganizing your things into Yoongi's house. Not sure who was more excited about the move, Hyunki or Yoongi but both of them couldn't stop going on about how much fun they'll have now that they'd be together all the time. You were happy too, of course, felt right to be redecorating the room that you'd now be sharing with Yoongi.

Yoongi. Your man, your boyfriend. Yours. It only made sense that way. Being with him, happy with him. The two of you were made for each other and now you could finally be together. As a family.

And you didn't want it any other way.

He's laid sprawled out on his bed, watching with hooded eyes and a large smile as you arrange your clothes in his closet. All while organizing the messy clutter that came with the way he tended to carelessly toss his clothes in once they were washed. Happiness settling in his chest, paired with the domestic feeling from watching you.

Not done up like how you usually liked to walk around. Fitting sweats hanging off your round hips, one of his plain shirts swallowing your figure. Hair effortlessly framing your bare face. He felt almost privileged to get to see you like this, knowing that not many people have.

“How many of these shirts do you need?” You're asking with a slight laugh, lifting the plain white FG shirt for him to see. The shirt identical to the one that you're wearing now and the other four you had just put away.

Yoongi only shrugs, lips twitching into a smile. “They're comfortable,”

A simple roll of your eyes is your answer, folding the garment before reaching for the black one. Tiny feet pad into the room, Hyunki silently climbing onto the bed with a pout on his face. Sitting up slightly, Yoongi prepares to ask what's the matter – but Hyunki is beating him to it.

“Daddy! The batteries keep falling out.”

Even if you hadn't been watching them, you could perfectly picture the large smile that took over Yoongi's features at hearing his son call out to him. The same smile that broke onto his face each time Hyunki was referring to him as 'Daddy' as if he was hearing it for the first time each time.

“Here, let Daddy take a look.” He speaks softly, pulling the toy from his son's hands. It's an easy fix, the back of the toy needing to be tightly secured. But Hyunki is looking at him as if he had just figured out world peace. Thanking him loudly before taking his toy back into his room.

The triumphant grin doesn't leave his lips, the entire time he's watching you walk around the room. “Did you see that?” He's asking you and you're only now realizing that he had been waiting for you to comment.

“See what?” Playing dumb while leaned over his body on the bed, attempting to fill the bedside table with your undergarments.

An arm swiftly wraps around your waist, tugging you down a bit so you're directly over him. “'Daddy, the batteries keep falling out',” He mimics his son's voice, smile shifting into a large one that shows off his gums. “I think I'm his hero,” He's concluding and you can't help the laugh that slips past your lips.

“You might be,”

His eyes shine at your agreement, head tilting to crash his lips onto yours. The kiss sweet, slow, all of his love and adoration being poured into every movement of his lips. He's holding you close, hands resting lightly on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin.

It's not until his lips are slipping from yours, finding your neck does the mood shift. Teeth and tongue marking up your skin, soft giggles falling from your lips, and filling your bedroom. He's pulling away only to tug down the collar of your shirt, revealing more of your neck to his greedy lips.

Fingers knitted in his hair, you're tugging at the strands slightly – eyes rolling at the soft scrape of teeth against your skin. His fingers have crept underneath the fabric of your shirt, sneaking their up toward the wire of your bra.

“Daddy! It happened again,” The screech breaks through the haze of desire that started to fog up the room. Yoongi's mouth pulling from your neck with a pop. Hyunki's call ringing from his room. “Daddy, come look!”

There's not even a moment of hesitance before Yoongi is pressing his lips to yours quickly before lifting his body and exiting the room. A huffed, “Daddy's coming, buddy.” Falling from his lips as he exits.

Had wanted to stay in there with you, continue to the obvious place his wandering kisses were going – but duty as a father calls. And he was more than ready to answer the call. The sound of them playing together fills your ears, a wide smile spreading across your lips as you stand from the bed.

Going back, you listen to them together – happiness filling your heart from the sound of their laughter. And you're sure nothing would ever sound as good as them.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi's voice rings from behind you. Stood in the kitchen, after putting away your clothes in his room. His arms snake around your waist, head finding your shoulder, watching as you slice out bite-size pieces.

His lips have started to suck soft kisses into the back of your neck, fingers toying with the band of your leggings. “Making a snack,” You answer, nonchalant. Trying to act like his simple touches weren't driving you insane.

“You're a snack,” He replies lamely, teeth sinking into the curve of your shoulder. And you're convinced you're in love with this man because there's no other explanation for how a phrase like that could turn you on that much.

But of course, his ego didn't need to know that. “Aren't you supposed to be entertaining your son,” It's hard to mask the breathy tone of your voice, body reacting to the feeling of his lips on your skin, his hips pressed into the curve of your ass.

“Animal Planet came on. And after the third time he shushed me, he told me to come see what you were doing,” The snort of laughter that comes from your nose is automatic, amazed how alike the two of them were. Couldn't help but wonder if he noticed it too.

Although, his mind is somewhere else. Tongue now rolling hotly against the shell of your ear, gently sucking the flesh into his mouth while his fingers tease their way down past the elastic band. “Think I can eat my snack in the room?” Words murmured into your ear, sending a pang of arousal throughout our veins.

Your giggle is obnoxious, but you can't help it with how giddy this man makes you feel. Head tilting slightly so you could see him, catch glimpse of those lust-filled eyes. Not a lot of time granted to admire them before he's covering your lips with his in a hungry kiss. Twisting your body easily, so your back is now pressed against the counter.

“Yoongi,” He's meeting your panted moan with a grunted curse of his own. Cock stiffening in his pants just from the sound of you saying his name. He loved to hear you say his name.

There's no need for you to say much else, his hands grasped around your thighs to easily lift your body onto his. If this had been four years ago, he'd be fucking you on the counter without an ounce of hesitation. But he takes the moment to walk you toward your room, lips never detaching from your neck.

Hard cock grazing over your crotch with each step. Lowering both of your bodies onto the soft mattress, after gently kicking the door closed. With your legs wrapped around his waist, you can feel every ridge and curve of his dick through the thin fabric.

“Take those off,” He pants, leaning back just enough where he's able to remove his shirt from his torso.

Only allowed to a moment to admire the dips of his collarbones, the browned pink of his nipples, each indent that nicely outlined his abs, a trail of hair traveling from below his belly button and disappearing underneath the waistband of his boxers.

He's stealing the image from you, ducking down to tug at your joggers. Hastily, he's pulling them down your legs, cutely grumbling to himself about your endless staring. But, could he blame you? When he looked that good over you like that?

Hooded eyes follow his hands, grin growing as more and more of your smooth skin is revealed to him. You're sighing at the delicate way he lifts your foot, tugging the fabric from around your ankle, before placing a soft kiss to the bone. Tongue just barely grazing over your flesh, painting blotches of saliva all the way to your knee.

Squirming underneath him, needy to feel him where you wanted him most. Each swipe of his lips has a fresh gush of arousal heating up your core and he was ignoring the way your sweet scent tickled his nose.

Breathing picks up at the feeling of his mouth marking up your inner thigh, teeth determined to create a bruise and you're so concentrated on the movement of lips that you don't notice the hand that has crept its way between your legs. Not until the tips of his fingers are brushing against your covered clit and your body is jolting.

“So sensitive,” He murmurs and you can feel the stretch of his grin against your skin. Head lifting to watch your fingers move between your legs, loving the sound of the soft moans he's able to pull soft whimpers from the back of your throat. “So wet too, baby. Bet you taste so sweet.”

Even through your panties, a clear string of slick connects his fingers to your mound as he pulls his arm back. He watches with fascination, taking his time to break the connection before he's pushing his those same fingers into his mouth, wantonly sucking your juices from his fingers.

You'd guess he was just putting on a show for you, wanting to make you as delirious as possible while watching the way his tongue caresses his fingers. But you'd be wrong, especially with the way his cock twitches underneath his shorts. He was enjoying this just as much as you.

“I want to feel your tongue, Yoongi.” Knowing him well enough to know that he wasn't going to give in until you were asking for it, sometimes holding out until you were full-on begging for a bit of relief.

It's like a switch was flicked inside of him, the smirk that takes over his features as his hand drops. Wet fingers latch onto the thin string of your thong, pulling it down until he's able to discard the wet bundle elsewhere. He doesn't waste a moment with diving in.

The first initial swipe of his tongue has your hips lifting, a hummed moan leaving your lips, your fingers tangle into the roots of his hair. So long since you've felt his mouth on you, you're way more sensitive than usual. Yoongi isn't complaining about that in the slightest bit.

His tongue parts your folds, the sweet drops of your arousal quickly coating his tastebuds. Lips quickly wrapping around your clit as a moan slips past his lips from the taste of you, the sound sending a vibration throughout your core. “Shit, Yoongi.” Voice hushed, vaguely remembering to keep quiet.

Yoongi's eyes are darting up to catch the expression on your features, how fucked out you look already and he's just getting started. Just barely, you feel the curve of his smirk against you, the suction behind his lips getting harder. Hips push down against his mouth, offering more of your dripping cunt to his tongue.

“Fuck, I don't remember you being this sweet.” He groans into your heat, tongue traveling down to lick into your entrance. A large hand lifted to set on your mound, thumb finding your clit. “I love this pussy,”

Whether it's the desire that coats his voice or the words he's saying to you, your walls are clenching around nothing. Throbbing for release already, a drawn-out moan falling from your lips as his mouth latches back onto you. His tongue moves much quicker into you, breath trapped in your throat while your fingers tighten in his hair – keeping his face pinned between your legs.

He can't take his eyes off you. Your head lulled back, your hips desperately grind against his face. Chasing the orgasm that you know is close, speeding to the end that he's more than ready to bring you to. “I-it... feels so good,”

Yoongi's humming into you, arms looping underneath your thighs to pull your body closer to his face. Stilling them in their frantic rolls, he shifts into pressing wet kisses onto your clit. “You like that, baby?” Tongue flicking against your sensitive nub quickly. “Want me to make you cum?”

“Please, please! I need-” He's cutting your begging short, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking down harshly. With little to no warning, his fingers are slipping past your folds, curved so he's instantly meeting that rough patch of skin buried inside of you. Walls clench in response around his fingers, protesting as he draws his fingers back.

A gasped moan breaks through your lips as he's pushing back in, pressing deep inside of you before pulling back again. He's fingers are quickly falling into a steady pace, head lifting and his eyes lock with yours. “You gonna cum?” He only holds your gaze only for a moment before his attention is flickering back between your legs.

Watching in fascination as his fingers disappear inside of you. He's still waiting for your answer, eyebrow raising when it doesn't come. Breathless moans the only thing that falls from your lips. “Hm?” He prompts.

Pink tongue pokes out between his lips, coated with his spit. You watch as he lets it roll off the tip, landing directly on your clit and he's lifting his thumb to rub it in. “You close, baby?” A strangled cry emits from the back of your throat, nodding frantically as you begin to shake underneath him.

“Yes, yes! P-please make me cum,” Words fighting their way out of your mouth when you feel his fingers start to slow. He's grinning at the sound of you begging for him, lowering his body back between your legs. Fingers slowly sliding out of you to be replaced with his open mouth, wet digits easily finding your clit. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me,”

It's as if your body was waiting for his command, pulsating, and arching in pleasure. Hips pinned to the bed and you have to muffle your scream as your orgasm leaves your body in waves. Splashing his lips and your thighs, soaking the sheets underneath you. Your eyes squeezed shut, the wetness clumping your lashes.

Yoongi's groans are muffled by your pussy, lapping up your juices like a man starved. His eyes are on you the entire time, watching as you ride out your high until your body is falling limp on the mattress heavy breaths lifting your chest.

All at once, he's lifting his body to hover over you, nose nudging against yours slightly and on instinct, your mouth is falling open. There's a hint of a smirk on his lips before he's opening up his mouth, a mixture of his spit and your cum trickling down his wet muscle and landing onto yours.

You're swallowing it down with no hesitance, dark eyes never leaving you, and only growing darker when you're parting your lips to show him your empty mouth. His lips are attached to yours in an instant and you're welcoming his tongue and the warm wetness that comes with it. Swallowing that too.

“You're so fucking perfect,” He groans, fingers tracing over the softness of your stomach. “Take everything I give to you,” His eyes flicker down to watch the movement of his fingers and you follow his gaze. Not missing the painful-looking strain at the front of his shorts, one odd move and he'd be bursting through the fabric.

He's reaching lower, spreading your legs apart so he's able to fit his body in between them. Groaning at the unintentional friction over his cock. Slowly, his fingers walk their way back to your stomach, brushing over your skin delicately. “Should I put another baby in you?” His cock twitches against you at the mere mention of it, but he pays it no mind – keeping his glued to yours.

“Please,” Something changes in his eyes with your agreement, turning dark as your legs lift. Toes hooking into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them the best you can with your angle. “Want you to fill me up,” You whine and the growl that leaves his throat can only be described as primal.

His hands are quickly wrapping around your ankles, tugging your body into his before pushing his shorts down the rest of the way. Cock bouncing against your folds the moment his clothes are out of the way. “You want me to?” Lowering himself onto you again, his hips roll; coating his shaft with your arousal.

“Give you a little girl this time?” He's more turned on then you've ever seen him. And it only deepens as he continues speaking. Egging himself on. “Can't wait 'til you're all big and swollen with my baby. Want that?”

Head bobbing in a nod, a breathy 'yes' leaving your lips followed by a string of like sounding ones. A single hand wraps around his shaft, squeezing out a dribble of precum before he's lining himself up with your entrance. Teeth cutting into his lower lip, eyes fluttering as he slides into you inch by inch.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He huffs once he's bottomed out, your walls clenched tight around him. “Always so fucking tight,” Yoongi whimpers, like actually whines as he pulls his hips back. In one swift movement, he's pushing forward, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix.

Head bowed, he watches his cock drag in and out of you. Your moans filling the room as the strength of his thrusts grow. His hands set on your hips, fingers bruising into your skin as he fucks you into the mattress. He's groaning out your name, lips close to your ear, and you whimper when he's catching it between his teeth.

“Gonna get you nice and pregnant. Fuck my baby deep inside you,” Yoongi's gasping out against your skin as you clench around him. Cock twitching against your walls. He's close, already. And you have a feeling it has everything to do with the thought of filling you up.

His hand fingers are quick to find you clit, rubbing frantic circles against it as his grip tightens around your waist. “God, I can feel you trying to milk me... you gonna cum again?” Nodding, breathless moans fall from your lips. Hips lifting to meet each one of is powerful thrusts.

“Yoongi, fuck-” Words breaking on a sob, clit being pinched between his knuckles. Your lashes flutter, hips lifting off the mattress as your walls squeeze tight around him. He's urging you on, mumbling dirty things into your ear that only prolongs your orgasm.

And the moment your body stops shaking, Yoongi is fucking into you with a newfound strength. Face buried in the crook of your neck. The power of his thrusts makes your tits bounce, pebbled nipples brushing against the fabric of your t-shirt.

He's delirious, it seems. Incoherent mumbles about how pretty you'll look with his baby. How he's ready to fuck you over and over again until you're full of him. And you moan in response, wanting everything he's offering. Yoongi's teeth sink into the curve of your shoulder, hips stiffening before he's spilling his speed into your womb. Strong hands keeping your body in place and whines fall from your lips at the feeling of his warmth coating your walls.

The tiniest of orgasms wash through your body, walls clenching around him, attempting to milk him of every last drop. And he doesn't move until he's empty, pulling out slowly despite the protest your pussy puts up. His cum dribbles out of you, toes curling at the familiar feeling.

Yoongi's quick to push it back in, using the tip of his cock as a shovel. Dazed eyes glued to your core and you're sure he's barely thinking when he's sliding back inside of you. Arms wrapped around your shoulder as his face nuzzles the crook of your neck. “Gotta get you nice and pregnant,” He's mumbling before his body falls slack.

It doesn't take you long to realize that he's fallen asleep, the intensity of his orgasm getting to him. A giggle falling from your lips, fingers running through his slightly sweaty hair. “Really hope you do,” Voice barely above a whisper, you press a soft kiss to his forehead.

Holding him as he falls deeper into dreamland, his soft breath tickling the side of your neck. And you let your mind wander, thinking about how different things are now... how they're the same. How they'll change three years from now.

More than ready to grow your family with him.

JUNE 8TH, 2020 | 11:27

“I just can't have anyone working for me that my girl doesn't trust. That I don't trust.” Yoongi sits at his studio desk, a nervous looking Jiso stood in front of him. Sort of knew what the ordeal was when he was calling her into his studio in the serious tone he almost never uses.

Of course, you weren't keeping it to yourself just how you were finding out about Yoongi's addiction. And while it worked out in the end, having someone who was so willing to share his business on his team... just couldn't happen.

Despite the apologies, her promises to never do something like that again – he couldn't budge. Not someone that could be trusted, not to mention the sly attitude she had toward you. No way would he keep someone like that around, working so close underneath him.

“Mr. Agust, it was just a mistake. Do you really think I'd intentionally wrong you?” Long eyelashes batted at him, pouted lips pouted in his direction. He uses to consider her pout cute, especially when she first started out and was constantly making tiny mistakes.

Never something he acted on. Jiso was his assistant and that was it. But the guy wasn't blind. A good looking girl and that had a lot to do with why he kept her around, ignoring his bosses when they told him to hire someone better. All she did was make mistakes.

“I know you weren't trying to hurt me. You were trying to hurt my girl and that doesn't sit well with me.” It's automatic, how her eyes roll at the mention of you. A soft scoff falling from her lips.

But the hard stare that Yoongi gives her, daring her to say one thing wrong about you keeps her mouth shut. Realizing that her cute pout won't get her anywhere in this situation, Jiso allows her shoulders to slump. “Okay,” She sighs, “Thank you for the opportunity.” He almost feels bad for the girl, because it's his fault.

Entertained her crush for a bit too long. Never made advances, but he never corrected her flirting. Acted as if it was okay, never set her straight. And now here they were. Jiso turns with a sigh, heavy steps taken out of the studio and into the hallway.

Not paying attention she almost tumbles over Hyunki, who's running full speed down the hall. You're a few steps behind him. He stops short before his face is smacking against her knee, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Sorry, Miss Jiso!” She's quick to tell him it's alright, gaze lifting to find you had caught up to them.

Her stare turns cold. “Hope you're happy, I just got fired.” Arms crossed over her chest, the weight shifting onto one leg, popping her hip out. Was she serious? You don't even bother to mask the laugh that falls from your lips at her ridiculousness.

“You're a shit employee,” Gentle fingers run through Hyunki's soft hair. “Baby. Go tell your father it's time to go,” With a quick nod, Hyunki is back to running at full speed. On his tiptoes he taps in the code he's seen you both punch in a ton of times. The door clicks open and he's rushing in.

Jiso only offers an annoyed scoff, before she's brushing past you. Heels clicking as she leaves the corridor, mumbling angrily to herself.

“Daddy! It's time to go!” In the middle of rerecording the spoken bit of his song, Hyunki's voice overlaps. He's stopping the track, just as he steps further into the room. Hitting play, the sound of his son calling for him echos throughout the room.

Hyunki gasps. “That's me!” A hand clamped over his mouth as his eyes go wide. Yoongi lets out a laugh, turning in his chair so he can fully face him. “I think we should keep it, what do you think buddy?”

Something of an intro as the beat starts. “Yup!” Not needing any details before he's agreeing. Small hands tug on Yoongi's large one, attempting to pull him from his seat. “Mommy said she was very hungry.” He allows himself to be pulled to his feet, arms reaching down to lift Hyunki onto his side.

“Ooh, we better hurry. Mommy's grumpy when she's hungry.” Hyunki's head is nodding quickly, eyes widening slightly as he tilts his head to look at his dad. “And she talks too much too,” Despite the laugh that breaks through Yoongi's lips, he's quick to remind Hyunki not to talk about his mom like that.

A tiny huff leaves his lips, hand lifting to rest on his cheek. “You said first,” He says, but mostly lets it go. No doubt saving it to get him in trouble later on. Sometimes it shocked him how alike they were.

JUNE 13TH, 2020 | 20:39

Yoongi enters the room, damp shirt sticking to his stomach. A bright smile brightening his features, his eyes landing on your body curled up under his sheets. His heart pounds, the way it always does when he sees you. Basically skipping over to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Nearly stuttering when he sees the smile that pushes onto your lips.

“See? Bedtime is not that hard.”

Pretty eyes roll at his words, fingers dropping to graze over the wet fabric of his shirt. Peaking down to admire the bit of skin you can see through the material. “Yeah? Your shirt's all wet. He splashed you, didn't he?” Eyes finding his, soft strands of hair bouncing as he shakes his head slightly.

Yoongi steps back, putting a bit of distance between the two of you so he's able to pull his wet shirt from his body. You watch him shamelessly, in silent awe as he carelessly reveals more of his skin to you. Acting as if you hadn't seen him like this a million times before.

“I don't know who he thinks he is,” He strips down until he's in his boxers, ruffling his hands through his hair before sliding into bed beside you. Body turning at once, he doesn't hesitate to tuck you underneath his arm.

Lips finding the soft skin just below his jaw as you settle into his side. “He's literally you,” Your laugh vibrates against his neck and now it's his turn to roll his eyes. Mockingly, he repeats your words. Playfulness coating his tone

His head shifts, body twists until he's able to crash his lips down onto yours. A satisfied hum leaving his lips as his mouth moves over yours. Slowly, lovingly. Taking his time with the way he kissed you as if you had all the time in the world. Because you had all the time in the world.

Gentle teeth tug at your lower lip, easily pulling your lips apart enough so his tongue can slide past them. And you accept him without a moment of hesitance, fingers curling into his hair as your wet muscles roll and push against each other. He's holding you close to him, hand slid underneath the hem of your shirt. Pleased to find the only thing keeping him from the warmth of your skin is the lace of your panties.

Seemed to be your uniform in his bed. His shirt, preferably one that smelled most like him, and a pair of panties. It was his favorite thing to see you in. Right next to nothing at all. Slowly, Yoongi's letting his lips part from yours. Kissing away the clear line of saliva that keeps your lips connected.

“Can we have another one?” His fingers toy with the lace of your panties, no doubt poking holes into the already holey material. Still on your birth control the night he had been so determined to put a baby in you, so deep in the moment that it had slipped your mind.

But the next day you were making the appointment to get it removed and now you were physically ready to grow your family. As well as mentally. “Yes,” His grin groans, nose nudging your head to the side so he's able to press his lips to your neck.

“Right now?” His words are muffled by your skin, flesh sucked between his teeth. His hands are sliding underneath your panties, gripping the flesh of your ass in his palms. Kneading and molding the flesh as if he could shape it.

You're laughing loudly at the giddiness hidden with his tone, hands reaching back to bat his hands away from your butt. “No, not right now.” You're turning in his arms easily, back pressed into his chest. He doesn't lift his hands from your body, instead allows his fingers to dance over your soft belly.

The tips of his fingers brushing against the slightly raised scar on your lower belly. Face nuzzled in the crook of your neck as his index finger runs over the long line leading from one hip to the other. His fingers repeat the motion, gentle kisses planted on your neck.

You don't notice the way your body has gone tense against him. Not use to the feeling of someone touching your scar. Always politely ignored. Yoongi's picking up on your rigidness instantly, fingers stilling.

“It hurts?”

Hand coming down to meet his, your fingers intertwine with his. Urging yourself to relax. Just Yoongi. There was nothing to worry about. He had already proved to you time and time again that things like this didn't mean anything to him.

“No, just... no one has touched it before. Feels weird,” He's nodding in understanding, lips planting one last gentle kiss to your neck before he's lifting his head to set his chin on your shoulder. “I like it,” Yoongi is deciding after a momentary silence.

The feeling that washes over you can only be described as happiness. “Really?”

“Of course. It's what got our son here. I think it's pretty... I think you're pretty.” Body leaning back into him, your head finds his shoulder. His fingers continue to rub against the scar, feather-like kisses placed over the side of your face; slowly making their descent lower on your body.

Along with his hands.

“Your hands seem to be going a bit low there, Mister.”

The laugh that leaves his lips shakes your back and warms your heart. Subconsciously spreading your legs for him, hips pushing back into his. “Are they? I didn't notice...” The tips of his fingers dip underneath the band of your panties, crawling their way further between your legs.

You open up your mouth to speak, words caught in your throat as the sound of your bedroom door slamming open fills the room. “I'll sleep here!” Hyunki shouts, and Yoongi is quick to pull his hands away from him.

He runs at full speed into the room, slowing only to climb onto the bed. He stands on the edge for a moment, a mischievous look in his eyes as he grins. Two bends of his legs and he's SuperMan jumping directly onto Yoongi's chest. “I'll sleep here!” He screams through a laugh as Yoongi's arms wrap around him.

You're turning onto your side so you can face them, smiling at the way he's spread himself on his dad's stomach, using him as his own makeshift mattress. Elbow propped up on the bed, you rest your cheek on your palm. “Do you not like your big boy bed?”

“Sometimes no.” Hyunki shrugs. His arm wrapped around Yoongi's torso, cheek smushed against his chest. “Daddy makes me sleep,” And if the sleepiness in his tone wasn't proof enough, you had no idea what would be.

Yoongi is grinning proudly at his words, arm reaching out for you. He's easily tucking you into his side. “Let Daddy make you sleep too.” The happiness in his words has your heartwarming, an arm wrapping around both of them you settle into his side.

You're falling asleep instantly in his arms. Feeling as happy as he sounds. Positive that you've never felt this content. This at peace with anyone. Yoongi. Hyunki. Your family. You loved them. Not realizing you had spoken out loud until Yoongi's smiling lips are finding your forehead.

“I love you too.”

— when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile…

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hellu! a friend led me to your account and i wanted to req smth right away! i'm a girl who loves hurt comfort so can you do smth with tsukki and kenma where reader doesn't like sitting on their lap or getting carried because she doesn't want to squish them?? thanks bby ❤

❣︎Reader Scared To Sit On Their Lap❣︎

Thx you sm for the request! This one hit home as this is lowkey a insecurity I have but I had a lot of fun writing it! 👁👅👁

❣︎Warnings❣︎: Weight,suggestive

❣︎Genre❣︎: Hurt/comfort, lil fluff

❣︎Featuring❣︎: Tsukishima, Kenma, Oikawa

❣︎A/N❣︎: This is my first official request and I’m really excited how it came out! I/ve never written a scenero or hurt/comfort before but i really liked it! I threw Oikawa in with the other two because of how perceptive he really is. I feel like people forget how smart Oikawa is so he gets a lil love. Am I really starting to become an Oikawa simp maybeeee ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Probably for the first time ever, Tsukishima Kei was clingy. You were hanging out at his place after school as you usually did but today you couldn’t help but notice how tightly Tsuki held onto your hand, or how he would use your head as a resting place for his more often. You obviously weren’t opposed, just surprised by his sudden change in character.

You looked through the kitchen for snacks when Tsukishima hugs you from behind. You jump a little and turn in his arms to see him with his signature smirk that made your knees weak “What’s gotten into you today?”

He looked at you amused “What do you mean?”

He rests his hands on your hips , “You’ve been very touchy that’s all.”

“You don’t like it?” He looks as if he’s about to pull away. You pull him in quickly before he has a chance to pull away. Resting your head on his chest,

“I never said that. I think it's really nice.” You take in the fresh scent of his hoodie.

“Oh yea?” There’s a faint smugness to his words that you recognized instantly

“Yea.” And before you knew it, you felt yourself being lifted up. Panic rushed through you and you tried your best to squirm out of his grasp,

“Put me down! Please just put me down.” Tsukishima could sense the gravity in your voice and put you on the kitchen counter.

“What’s wrong Y/n.” He could see the uneasy look on your face and wondered what he did wrong. You stood silent, not making eye contact with him.

“Babe what is it… did I hurt you?” You remained quiet. Tsuki didn’t want to push you to say anything you didn’t want to, but he was concerned.

“If you don’t want to say anything that okay bu-“

“I’m worried I’ll break you…” Your voice came out shallow. Tsuki almost laughed, not because what you said was funny, but because of how ridiculous the notion was, “What do you mean?”

Still not being able to look at him, you croak out, “I’m scared I’m too heavy for you.” At this point you’re trying to hold back tears. You’re weight has always been such a huge insecurity for you, and truly having to admit it was almost embarrassing.

Tsuki cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him. He had no idea you felt this way, and he wasn’t too sure what to say so the kitchen was almost awkwardly silent. You were about to pull your face away when he tells you,

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?” You snap your head to look directly at him. That wasn’t the type of response you were expecting.

“I love you, and no matter what size you are that won’t change. But no, you won’t break me, I’m almost 6’4.”

You choke out a laugh and wipe the tears that brimmed at your eyes,

“Yea but Kei, you’re built like praying mantises!” Tsuki poked you before throwing you over his shoulder and carried you to the living room. You shrieked kicking your legs as genuine laughter escaped your lip.

This would be the first night you would be spending the night at Kenma’s place. He’s spent countless nights at yours but you finally asked to spend the night at his.

Stepping out of the shower, hair wet, and wearing one of his hoodies, you go to look for him. Along the way you inspected his apartment more. There was nothing too special about it, it wasn’t the neatest by any means but you could tell he tidied up a bit before you came. You passed by his living room and saw only a couple photos. He didn’t look too enthusiastic in them but a small smile laced your face seeing him with his friends and family.

You quietly make your way down the hall to his gaming room, and with a soft knock, you creak open the door. Kenma was intensely staring at his computer screen with his huge gaming headset on with his hair messily pulled back. He couldn’t hear you come in but he sensed your presence and turned his head to you.

He softly smiled at you and slid off one side of his headset to hear you properly.

You walked behind his chair and peered at the screen , “So what are you playing right now?” Kenma focuses back on the game and mumbles, “ Rainbow…”

A minute or two goes by of you just wanting his hands rush across the keyboard. His face stayed as neutral as ever, the only indication of stress was the tiny crease that bunched in between his eyebrows. He wins another game and takes off his headset while waiting for the next round to start. He pulled your hand around to sit you into his lap but you backed up and settled on sitting on the arm of his chair. He could see how uncomfortable you were and peered up at you.

“What’s wrong?” You sat a little straighter, “Nothings wrong Kozu.”

He looks up at you unconvinced, “Y/n”

You crossed your arms and try putting on your best face. Unfortunately for you, Kenma knew them all.

“Tell me, what is it?” He took one of your hands in his, softly rubbing his thumb over your palms. You searched his face for any way out of this inevitable conversation you landed in, but to no avail. You sighed and stared intently at the screen in front of you.

“What if I’m too heavy?” What you asked didn’t process in his head for a moment. But when it did, he instantly pulled you into his lap without warning. You go to stand up but he wraps his arms around you, holding you down. You hide your face in his polyester t-shirt feeling extremely self-conscious. You slowly feel yourself calm down and you get yourself more comfy on his lap.

“See you aren’t too heavy.” Kenma is a man of very few words, but as he ran his fingers through your wet hair, you couldn’t have felt more safe and loved.

The next match started and as he slid on his headset (only one ear had it on), you stayed there watching him play. You felt yourself doze off in probably the most comfortable position you had ever been in.

Oikawa was going on about another ridiculous alien conspiracy documentary and was begging to watch it for tonight’s Friday movie marathon. He already had his ‘stylish’ purple alien socks along with his even more ‘trendy’ neon green space martian shirt (according to him of course!). He was already comfy on the worn down couch he owned with tons of blankets.

You come out from the kitchen wearing a big t-shirt of his with the popcorn and set it on the coffee table.

“Oh my beautiful Y/n, what would I do without you?” He sits up on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Probably starve and die.” Oikawa opens the blanket waiting for you to cuddle on the couch with him,

“Rude, but you’re probably right.” He pats at his lap and you come closer to the couch, nervously taking a seat next to him rather than sitting on his lap. You turn on the couch looking for the remote when Oikawa outbursts,

“Ummm excuse me?” He has a hand on his heart with an exasperated look on his face.

You turn to him pretending to be clueless but as you play with your fingers, Oikawa knew something was wrong.

“Shawty, is my lap not good enough for you?” He puts on his best fuck boy face to try and make you laugh- and it usually did, but not this time. He drops the act and pulls your leg onto his.

“Spill, what’s going on?”

Not a sound comes from your lips and you just continue to look down at your lap.

With an extra dramatic sigh he wipes fake tears from his eyes, “ If you're not gonna say anything, I’m gonna have to assume you have terminal cancer.”

You shoot up with wide eyes,

“No!” With that Oikawa throws his head back laughing and you can’t help but laugh too. Eventually the laughter dies down and Oikawa has his serious face again.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s going on now?”

It’s quiet for another moment before you actually speak, “I don’t really wanna talk about it babe.” Of course, Oikawa wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

He takes both of your hands in his and kisses them both gently.

“Y’know you can tell me anything.” He was genuinely a little hurt that you felt like you couldn’t talk to him about whatever it was.

“Yeah I know, it's just-I .” You took a deep breath as you felt the tears sting your eyes. Oikawa waited patiently,

“I just feel like I’m too heavy for stuff like that.” Small tears began to stream down your cheek, but Oikawa wiped them away before they could fall too far.

Oikawa’s heart broke wiping away your tears. He had no idea you were dealing with this. He feels the tiniest bit of futile guilt. Despite it not being his fault, he wishes he could’ve done something to make you feel better about yourself. He kisses the top of your head before telling you,

“You are beautiful exactly the way you are, and I’m gonna prove it to you. I promise you.”

You feel your face go warm at his promise to you as he easily lifts you onto his lap. He pulls you into a deep kiss, and as your lips connect you feel the worry and anxiety melt from your body. His kisses trail to your collarbone and the collar of his shirt falls down one side of your shoulder. He leaves a sweet kiss on the edge of your shoulder,

“I don’t care if it takes all night baby.”

He looks up at you with such adoration, you know what he was saying was true. The way he looked at you made you feel beautiful inside and out.

Oikawa was true to his word, and made sure to worship you like you deserved.

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Summary: it’s that time of the year where everyone has been pulled under the mistletoe but what happens when your the only one who hasn’t?

Note: h2gkmo I love this Sm also it’s 3.8K WORDS

Warnings: none I believe apart from kissing

September, October and November, has already flew by so quickly as if it were a blur and I can’t seem to comprehend that its currently December.

Not that I dislike this certain month but it’s just the whole ‘mistletoe’ thing that I’m not quite fond of. Last week, some boy from Slytherin managed to get a girl he liked from Hufflepuff under the mistletoe, and let’s just say, the tension was absolutely incredulous.

Being a Hufflepuff, she kindly made up an excuse and hurried out of the the great hall. If that were me, I would probably shove my plate full of food down their pants. I mean the audacity though?

It’s that time of year again where Hogwarts is practically covered in a blanket of snow and every single student walks down the corridor with a soft knitted sweater hugging their bodies tightly to stop them from catching a cold. Well mostly everyone, since Malfoy wears very extra stuff during this season.

The last day, I saw Harry snogging Cho Chang under the plant. Okay maybe it wasn’t snogging, but they still kissed! And Hermione had told me all about some oaf from RavenClaw who tried to do the same to her but it didn’t really work out since she smacked him across the face with a heavy book.

—

“I’m so glad no ones tried that on me yet,” I mumbled le as I tucked into a plate full of food.”it’s absolutely ridiculous! I mean the audacity they have to think I’d want to kiss them. I have to puke,” complained Hermione, her facing saying it all. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ron Weasley gulping hard as he tugged at his collar. “You know.. sometimes both of you are very scary,” making me roll my eyes at him.

“It’s not even that bad, it’s just a kiss,”. The way Harry blatantly blurted that out as if it’s the tiniest thing in the world while he drummed his fingers on the table. “You can’t chat! I saw you snogging Cho Chang a day ago,” I argued. Harry’s cheeks were beginning to flush a shade of crimson as he swiftly diverted the attention onto me again.

“And? At least it was Cho and not someone like Pansy Parkinson, besides even Lavenders after Ron,” he mumbled looking annoyed. “Bloody hell I almost forgot! She can’t seem to stay away from me. She’s like a leech,” he complained, his lips curving into a frown.

Hermione shut her book and put it down. “Y/n, hasn’t anyone tried to get you under the mistletoe yet?” Her lips curving into a small smile, preventing me from shoving a forkful of food down my throat, my hand in mid air. “Uh- no,” my cheeks slightly blushed in embarrassment . For some reason my response made Ron giggle to himself.

Irritated, I smacked him behind his head causing him to yelp. “Ow! What was that for?” His brows furrowing as he rubbed the spot I had hit him in. “You dare laugh at me Ronald Weasley and I won’t hesitate to curse you!”

“Both of you please! I’m trying to finish this book off,” Hermione’s facial expressions exasperate as her eyes bore deep into our souls, intimidating us until we both shut up. Huffing under my breathe I continued to pick at my food until someone spoke once again.

“Hey! Give me my book back!”. To my surprise, Draco Malfoy stood towering over Hermione, his book in her hands as he held it high. Her attempts to try and grab it back were failing as she jumped high on the spot. “Malfoy give her book back,” spoke Harry through gritted teeth. “How about no? Besides Potter, this is between me and her so stay out of it,” he sneered.

“Come on Malfoy, stop being such a git,” defended Ron. Whatever the boys had said didn’t really matter to him because of course it went through one ear and out the other. “Oi! Give. Her. Book. Back,” my nostrils flaring as I folded my arms against my chest.

Unexpectedly, he started making owl noises just like the day he was attacked by Buckbeak, slowly striding towards me as his eyes darted up and down at my figure, supposedly ‘checking me out’. “why... what are you going to do y/l/n?” His face inches away from mine. I felt his cool,minty breathe fanning against my face causing my eyes to flutter rapidly in intimidation. Everyone in the great hall had fixed their attention onto the commotion we were causing, making owl noises every time one of us firedback. “Gone silent now have you?” The tone in his voice mocking as he took a step back and swiftly turned on his heels.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I pulled him back towards me, one of my hands cupping his face as my lips pressed against his instantly. My other hand, smoothly grabbed the book out of his palms, shoving him back once I got what I wanted. “You were saying?” My voice sarcastic as he stared at me, mouth hung slightly open In awe.

Tossing the book back to Hermione, we all sat back down, the golden trio gasping under their breaths. “Did you just KISS Malfoy?” Rons voice exaggerated as his eyes shot wide open. “Yes- Yes I did,”

—

As we walked the hogwarts grounds, Harry and Ron didn’t stop annoying me about Draco. “So let me get this right, you kissed Malfoy to get mione’s book back? Blimey you have some guts don’t you?” A giggle trailed behind his irrelevant question.

I was down right agitated. I paused in the middle of no where, my lips pursing into a line. “I don’t know why both of you think it’s so funny and or hard to believe I kissed him? It’s not like I like him or something!” My voice slightly laced with anger as I strided off into the other direction, ditching the trio.

I could heard Hermione calling after me but it was too late. I was gone. If I were being realistic, I didn’t know where I was headed to as I entered hogwarts, twisting and turning through the dingy,dark corridors until I bumped into something rock hard, resulting in me too lose my balance and collapse.

“Look where your going,” I groaned as I sat up on the cold floor. “You bumped into me, not the other way round,”. It couldn’t be. I recognised that same bitter and unpleasant voice. My eyes trailed up to the figure that looked upon me from down below as I whimpered underneath him in pain.

It was Malfoy.

He stuck his hand out in offer for me too take it but of course I didn’t. Pushing his hand out of the way, I scrambled to my feet my teeth gritting. “Why are you ALWAYS in my way?!” I yelled, although I was lucky enough that the corridors were deserted.

“Me in your way? YOUR the one who keeps getting in MY way! Don’t get too ahead of your self y/l/n!” He firedback immediately, his face scrunched up.

My hands found their way to his collar, fisting at the material, pulling him close until our noses were almost touching. “Listen here Malfoy, stay. Out. Of. My. Way,” I protested my breathing heavy.

His serious face turned looser as a small smirk spread across his face. His hands travelled up my visage, his thumb lightly grazing my lip, tugging it down, the flesh of my lips revealing.

What was he doing?

My breathing hitched, while my heart did a flip in my chest. My grip on his collar slackened as my hands fell by my side before I walked right past him.

—

I should have known better. The more I added fuel to his fire, the more frustrating he was going to become. It was slowly starting to become a very common thing for the two of us to have an argument with each other, while everyone just rolled their eyes at us, since it was starting to get out of hand and become a regular thing.

Something inside me told me that he thoroughly enjoyed bickering with me even when I had at least tried to be civil with him.

“I just wanted say.. maybe we should be civil,” my words sincere as a half grin crept up across his face. “You want US to be civil? Why.. you think I’m going to stop?” He taunted as his smile dropped, his face serious than ever. “Yes- you know why? Because I’m mature unlike you. If I’m honest I don’t understand what pleasure you find in fighting me all the time,” my eyes turning a darker shade as I clenched my fists by my side.

His facial features turned soft almost as if it were putty as I finished my sentence with a sigh. His body instantly loosened up as he took a few steps away from me. “Your right. I’ll leave you alone-“ he muttered before disappearing in the dark.

Was I seeing things or did Draco actually agree with me for once? Was he actually going to put an end to his daily dose of torture?

—

“Did he actually offer to stop and leave you alone?” The confused looks on their faces. “Yep... but it’s quite unbelievable,” the look on my face twisting the more I thought about it. “Wait Wait Wait! Let me get this right... Malfoy’s going to leave you alone for the rest of your life? Bloody hell thats fabulous!” Ron’s lips transitioning into a wide grin as he took a sip out of his cup.

“Why are you so happy? He said he’d leave ME alone not YOU,” I answered back , trying to put Ron off, making his face droop. Within seconds I decided to change the topic so I didn’t have to fight Weasley.

“Anyways- So- hows your defence against the dark arts thing going?” I questioned Harry as he swallowed his food. “Well- we haven’t come up with a proper name for it but we think it should be named ‘Dumbledores army’ and I guess it’s going alright,” he sighed right after causing me to raise a brow. “Somethings off- what’s wrong Harry?” My voice gentle as I glanced at the other two.

“Harry’s worried someone’s going to bail out on us to Umbridge,” the fearful expression on hermiones face explaining it all. Did I mention that Dolores Umbridge was claimed to be the headmistress of the school? We were all lucky enough that she hadn’t created any sort of ridiculous rule in which we were no longer able to talk to our friends.

Everyone apart from a bunch of slytherins, who were named the ‘inquisitorial squad’, including that evil little cockroach Malfoy, loathed her. The trio had managed to gain access to the room of requirements in which they all hosted sessions where they practised spells such as how to unleash a patronus charm.

“Y/n why don’t you join? The more the merrier besides we need to prepare incase anything happens,” the tone in hermiones voice soft. “Guys.. I don’t know.. what if you know.. Umbridge finds out?” I asked wearily, fingers drumming the table.

Disappointment smeared across their faces. I couldn’t disappointment my friends like that. “You know what? Fine, I’m in!” I blurted as their mundane facial expressions changed into goofy smiles and wrinkled eyes.

—

“Expecto Patronum!” The tip of my wand unleashed a faint sort of white vapour which slowly transitioned into a p/n. “Blood hell y/n! You got that right on the first try,” remarked Ron as he stared up at my patronus in awe.

Suddenly, the chandelier started to swing and the floor beneath us was shaking under our feet. Everyone huddled together as it stopped. Then another loud bang came from the door as it crumbled, leaving a tiny cracked hole in which we heard Umbridges voice.

With one last swish and flick of her wand, she blasted down the door completely, walking in infuriated with the inquisitorial squad following behind her. Draco Malfoy stood on the side, his hand gripping Cho Chang’s arm tightly as she hung her head in shame. She had betrayed us.

My eyes met Malfoy’s as I lowered my wand. Each member of the squad practically forced us all the way into umbridges office however Malfoy shoved Cho to the side and came headed in my direction. “Do as I say,” he muttered under his breathe, his hand gripping my wrist causing me too flinch.

“What- What are you doing?” I whispered frantically. “Don’t question me y/l/n,” he replied, his lips barley moving as Umbridge yelled at us all.

One by one, each army member was escorted by a slytherin however Malfoy waited for everyone to leave. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he mumbled, peering out the door making sure the coast was clear. His hand slowly slid down my wrist, intertwining his fingers with mine.

I didn’t dare speak of it, besides I felt safe with him for some reason as if I were able to trust him. Quickly, we ran down the corridors hand in hand making sure no one spot us. “Wait stop,” I panted as i breathed heavily, leaning against the wall. He stopped for a moment, his hand on his hip as he patiently waited for me too regain enough energy to walk back to my dorm. “Let me walk you back to your dorm,” he insisted.

—

“Goodnight,” he mumbled before turning to walk away. “Draco Wait-,” I called for him reluctantly as i leaned against the door of my dorm room. He turned to face me once again, one of his brows raised in confusion. “Why did you help me? I mean you could have just turned me in like the others,” I questioned hesitantly. He seemed to have straightened his posture as he looked down at the floor before glancing at my visage. “Don’t question it y/l/n,”

—

“What? That’s not possible.. how did Malfoy not turn you in?” Harry exclaimed, his face distorted as he gave the type of look when something was brutally unfair. “I bet he likes you, I remember when he came back and made up an excuse about his whereabouts,” chimed Hermione plainly as she stuck her nose into her book, causing me too flush red.

Running towards us was Fred and George Weasley as they explained what Umbridge was currently doing. “You lot might want to check this out,” their voices weary as they glanced one another. Within seconds we all made our way outside the great hall where the rock solid walls were covered with every stupid law she’d had every created. A new one of her ridiculous educational Decrees was being hung by Filch as he tried balancing on the highest step of the ladder.

My eyes trailed from above all the way down, now examining Draco’s face as he looked up, a smirk painted across his face, after all he was part of Umbridge’s clan. I don’t know why but he looked immensely alluring and it really bothered me. Why did he look so perfect? I didn’t like him did I? No of course I didn’t What type of dumb question was that?

—

Tonight me and the army decided to sneak out after curfew and meet up in the Gryffindor common room. I slipped on my robe as I softly shut the door behind me, trying to make sure it didn’t creak. I tiptoed down the corridors because we were all aware that the inquisitorial squad members were lurking around, keeping an eye on us. I couldn’t risk using a lumos spell because I knew that if I did someone might see the light at the tip of my wand easily so I attempted to guide myself in the dark, sticking my hand out incase I bumped into anything.

Unexpectedly, I tripped over my own feet causing me to fall frontwards, straight into somebody’s arms, my hands flung around their neck, clinging onto them for dear life. We stayed like that for a good few seconds, my breathing hitching as my chin laid propped up on the mystery persons shoulder.

Pulling away from me the person chanted a ‘lumos’ spell, holding their wand between our faces. “Draco?” I shrieked, my face distorted since I knew I had been caught. “What are you doing after curfew?” He interrogated. “Nothing I Uh- I was trying to sneak out to get some fresh air,” I lied, the tone in my voice making me sound sheepish. “Don’t lie to me y/l/n you were going to another one of those meetings, weren’t you?” He snarled, his grip on his wand becoming tighter. “Uh.. okay fine! I am, but please don’t tell on me I beg you,” I pleaded my lips curving into a frown.

His facial expressions changed and became softer than ever, his irresistible,grey eyes glimmering from the tiny source of light as he parted his plump lips to say something. “Go,” he whispered lowly. “Thanks Draco,” I muttered. For some reason my feet were glued too the floor as if they weren’t willing to move. I had the sudden urge to kiss him but I held back until he himself leaned a little closer, his lip ghosting mine before I took steps backwards and disappeared into the darkness.

Was I developing some sort of feelings for him? All he did was save me from landing into trouble twice and actually leave me alone for once. Did he feel the same way?

I had to at least thank him for how humble he was being over the past month so that same week I went to Hogsmeade and bought him a ring with a snake wrapped around it. After all his help, this was the least I could do to repay him.

It was Christmas Eve today and I told one of the sweet slytherins (who I knew was trustworthy) to go and put this perfectly tiny box wrapped up in black paper under the tree in the Slytherin common room.

—

Today was Christmas Day and I ran down the stairs to my common room early in the morning to open up my gifts. Harry hurled me a handful of presents as I struggled to carry them all. “Merry Christmas y/n!” They sung in unison as I started to unwrap them all. Ron had given me a perfectly knitted sweater with the first letter of my name on it. Hermione had bought me a stack of muggle books that had very interesting covers and Harry had bought me a box of assorted sweets from honey dukes because he knew I had a sweet tooth.

“Thanks guys I really appreciate it,” I gave them a warm smile. “Y/n I uh- there’s another gift addressed to you,” Ron fiddled with the present in his hand, taking a close look at it. “It’s not addressed from anyone though,”. He tossed me the dark green wrapped gift as I glanced at them unsure. My hands began unraveling the box taking a peek on the inside. To my surprise, there was a immaculately beautiful necklace with a dark green gem in a pendant. Holding the necklace between my fingers I gave a glance at it before putting it around my neck, trying not to overthink it.

—

“I wonder who gave you that?” Questioned Ginny as she squinted her eyes. Walking into the great hall was a certain blonde haired boy with his annoying group of posse following behind him like a bunch of lost puppies. He looked incredibly charming as he wore a dark green sweater with a black scarf wrapped around his neck as he tugged at it too loosen it a bit. I could just about see the ring that he wore around his finger.

Something about the way he accepted my gift made me smile to myself. “Bloody hell y/n are you blushing?” Joked Ron as I pursed my lips. “Totally not,” i responded as I bit the inside flesh of my cheek too stop myself from grinning.

From across the hall my eyes met his and I felt a unknown spark run through my body. A toothy smile crawled across his face causing me too smile back at him. Oh god I thought to myself, I couldn’t do this. I hid my face in my hands embarrassed as my friends laughed at me. “Y/n are you sure you don’t like Malfoy?” Teased Fred Weasley. “Yep it’s confirmed she does,” added George. “No I don’t,” I mumbled as my voice was muffled by my hands.

“If you’ll excuse me I have somewhere to go,” I muttered before leaving the table in embarrassment. I could see Blaise Zabini and Goyle patting Draco on the back in what seemed like encouragement as he got up. Was he going to follow me?

I strided down the corridors when I saw him calling after me. I swung my head around as I continued walking and he disappeared. Walking backwards, I tried looking for him when something bumped into me from the front. “Where do you think your going?”. I recognised that same tune that use to annoy the hell out of me.

“Draco? Where did you come from? You were right behind me,” I asked curious, trying to change the subject. “Took a shorter route,” he explained. The gap between the two of us was at the point of closing.

“You uh- wore the necklace I gave you,” his cheeks flushing slightly as his rough demeanour vanished. “You were the one who gave this? Why?” My voice cracking at the end. “And you gave me this ring- why?”. He was trying to use my own words against me as I giggled to myself. “It’s more of a thank you gift than you know-,” I elaborated as I crossed my arms.

“So why did you gift me this necklace?” The curiosity in my voice making him pause for a good second. “Let me guess.. don’t question it? That’s what your going to say right?” I giggled to myself. His face slowly dropped his lips parting as he looked above the two of us. “The mistletoe,” he choked. Above our heads, was a magically growing mistletoe that rained glitter.

He scratched the back of his head as i hung my head. “You don’t have too if you don’t want-,” I quickly cut him off by placing my lips against his, savouring the sweet flavour. Initially he was shocked, his eyes wide open until his lips moved in sync with mine, his eyes fluttering closed as he cupped my visage, my body flushed against his.

Pulling away, his eyes fluttered back open, his thumb drawing circles on my cheek as he pulled me back in one last time,his plump lips on mine before pulling back making me admire his enticing face. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered as my hands wrapped around his neck pulling him in for the tightest hug ever.

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a ghost’s melody

searching for a quiet place to study, you stumble across a seemingly abandoned library and recital hall. when you discover that you’re not as alone in there as you thought and begin to fall for the mysterious boy playing the piano, you start to wish you believed in ghosts before.

pairing: ghost!pianist!taehyung x reader

warnings: character death (not main, except for tae who’s already a ghost lol), slight angst, some cursing, kinda heated makeout session, sfw (PG-13)!

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 4.3k+

listen to: claire de lune and adagio for strings

a/n: first fanfic on here lol i hope it isn’t trash & pls enjoy loves!! xx

Kim’s Library and Recital Hall

At least that’s what you thought was written on the battered storefront. The building’s exterior was aged — the faded letters were peeling, the glass windows were dusty with years of negligence, the copper door handle was rusted from the elements, and the black-painted wood was chipping at the corners.

The store was a perfect match amongst the other ones along the deserted street. It was so ordinarily fitting that anyone could have easily passed it. However, it happened to be exactly what you were looking for — a quiet place to study and somewhere to potentially spend the night since your roommate decided to let you know at the last minute that her and her boyfriend would be in your shared dorm for the night.

With a small shrug, you moved towards the door and attempted to push it open. After a fourth push (that was more tiring than you’d like to admit), the old door finally creaked open. Surprisingly, dust didn’t meet your eyes as you thought it would, and with a brief inspection of the interior, you noticed that it was oddly clean — a stark contrast from its outer appearance. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that someone was diligently taking care of this place.

Paying it no mind, you moved further into the old store, basking in the silence and mildly soothing aura. The music-themed decorations and portraits of deceased musicians reminded you of your brother, and the quietness was a peaceful contrast from your hectic dorm (and, somehow, your campus library).

Before choosing a desk to work on, you checked your phone for the time.

4:37 PM

Nice, you thought. You should be able to get a few hours of work in while the sun is still up. Hopefully this place still has electricity or candles laying around. You sat down at a large wooden desk close to the storefront and pulled out your textbooks and papers, slowly beginning your studying.

You studied your notes in pure silence for 15 minutes when you heard a noise, but it was too quiet for you to distinctly make out what it was. It sounded like a scuffle, almost as if someone was walking but stopped abruptly. You turned and looked around carefully — maybe this place wasn’t as abandoned as you thought.

After looking around for a few moments and not noticing anything else, you returned to your books, although you paid much more attention to the pepper spray sitting in the pocket of your bag. Once twenty minutes passed, you slightly relaxed and hoped it was just a rodent. With a heavy sigh, you stood up from the desk and stretched, figuring that you could take a break and walk around.

With your phone in hand (and pepper spray in the other), you walked away from the desk and into a random aisle of books. You explored the various titles, noting that you hardly recognized any of them. It didn’t take long for you to realize this store was probably much older than you thought, considering that the most recent titles and portraits were from the late 1800s.

As you explored more aisles, you kept thinking of your brother and how much he would love this place you found. Yoongi always loved music and he never failed to humbly show off his natural talent at it. He once tried to teach you how to play the piano; unfortunately, you were too impatient and annoyed that you didn’t get it right away to ever succeed.

You were wrapped in your thoughts as you aimlessly walked around, now only thinking about how you would love to show your older brother this place. Suddenly, you found yourself at the entrance of a hall, and you stare in awe at the large grand piano sitting at the end. Despite its old age, it looked incredibly taken care of. The black paint was flawless and shined in the low sunlight, not a single chip in sight, and the ivory keys glimmered. You were about to walk towards the enchanting instrument when you heard the floor creak.

You froze in your tracks. That creak did not sound like a mouse, and you definitely didn’t hear anyone else enter this place after you. You tore your gaze away from the piano and turned around, your hand gripping your pepper spray. Weaving through bookshelves towards the table with your belongings, you cautiously looked for the source of the noise. But just as you turn the corner, you hear a gentle melody ring through the air.

Usually, this is the time where you would run. Or, if you were the character in a horror movie, the audience would be screaming at you to leave the store to avoid a tragic death.

But you didn’t want to run. Not because you found potential death exciting or because you wanted to piss off your imaginary viewers. But because the melody that was playing was the same one your brother spent months playing over and over again to perfect. It became so familiar to you in your home that you always associated it with him.

With a rapidly beating heart, you all but ran back to the empty recital hall. The volume increased as you neared the hall, and you held your breath as you finally approached the open doors.

“Yoon-” your whisper was caught in your throat as you made eye contact with a ghostly man. His face was devoid of any emotion, eyebags dark and defined, skin tone ghostly pallor, and eyes sullen and tainted with agony. Yet, he was beautiful. He had round feline eyes, defined jaw and cheekbones, full lips, and dark hair that fell elegantly on his forehead.

You waited as he continued playing the piece, knowing exactly when the end approached due to months of listening to it courtesy of your older brother. As the mystery man hit the last note, he looked back up at you, shock evident in his features.

“You’re still here?” he asked, his deep voice throwing you off guard.

“Y-yes, I am,” you started, finding yourself extremely nervous in his presence. You awkwardly shuffled your feet as you rambled, “I’m so sorry for intruding. I thought this place was completely abandoned, and I had no idea you were here. I’ll get going, so sorry again.”

With that, you turned to run back to your bag and get out. But he moved and grabbed your wrist at an unnaturally fast pace, and you gasped at how cold his fingers were on your warm skin. Goosebumps prickled along your arm as you looked up at him in shock and confusion.

He let go of you with a sheepish apology. “It’s just… it’s been a while since anyone has come by. You don’t have to leave,” he said, hastily adding, “unless you want to, of course! I cannot force you to stay if you do not wish to.”

A soft smile spread at your lips. This man was not nearly as cold as he looked or felt. His emotionless eyes seemed hopeful and his mouth was fixed in a boxy smile. With hope that this was fate of some sort, you told him, “I would love to stay.”

“What’s your name?”

“Me?” the ghostly man pointed to himself, oddly shocked at the question.

You nodded, adding with a small laugh, “I don’t see anyone else here who could answer my question.”

He breathed out a laugh as he answered, “Taehyung. And you?”

“Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, Taehyung.”

He grinned at the way you said his name, and continued, “What brings you here, Y/N?”

“Ah,” you nodded and propped your arms up on the table you two were sitting at. “Noisy dorm halls, librarians who don’t care about enforcing quiet rules, and a horny roommate. You?”

His smile grew at your brutally honest answer. He hesitated as he answered, “I live here. I take care of everything.” It wasn’t a complete lie.

Your mouth parted. “Are you Kim Taehyung. As in a Kim of Kim’s Library and Recital Hall?” you joked, relieved that he found your reference amusing.

“Yes, I am Kim Taehyung. I’m relieved you find that interesting,” he responded. You grinned at the way he answered, his tone and diction captivatingly formal.

“Well, you’ve done an excellent job maintaining the interior. The outside though… that could use a bit of help,” you admitted honestly, to which he laughed heartily at. “Do you get much business?” you asked cautiously after he stopped laughing.

He shrugged, the same boxy smile still on his face. “Not much, but it’s alright. The silence is peaceful.”

You nodded thoughtfully, sensing there was more to his answer but deciding not to push it. “It is very peaceful here, and if you ever need some help around here, I’ve got more free time than I’d like to admit.”

Taehyung laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’ll consider it,” he responded genuinely, his voice growing softer for a second. “I’ll have to warn that working here isn’t as great as it may seem. It’s quite boring.”

“Pfft,” you shook your head, “boring? With the piano skills you have? I could spend all day listening to you play while I dust or shit like that.”

He basked in your ability to speak freely and jokingly with him, and at that moment he gathered the courage to ask the question that was lingering on his mind ever since you made eye contact with him.

“Why didn’t you run away when you first saw me?”

Your gaze faltered for a second, but a small smile returned to your face as you answered honestly, “I was going to run, but the piece you were playing reminded me of my brother Yoongi.”

A brief flash of shock passed on his face, luckily unnoticed by you as you continued your story.

“He used to play it so much, and it felt like fate to hear it again in this place,” you paused, looking back up at Taehyung with a sheepish smile and glassy eyes. “You see, as I walked around, I kept on thinking of how much Yoongi would love this place. Books and sheet music and portraits of musicians and silence. It’s just so so perfect for him. But, as much as I want to, I can never show him this place.”

“Why?”

“Yoongi died 3 years ago.”

[you]

goodnight yoongi. sleep well! i know you’ll do great at your performance tomorrow! mom and i will be waiting for you at the end !!

p.s. seokjin is invited to dinner next week ;)

[best/worst brother ever]

goodnight Y/N. thank you :]. treat me to some lamb skewers after?

p.s. you can text him yourself

[you]

of course, anything you want !!

sleep now, it’s already 3 am

p.s. why would i when i have you? :)

[best/worst brother ever]

ok, mom

[you]

>:(

When you turned your phone off to sleep that night, you didn’t realize that would be the last conversation you would ever have with your older brother.

The house was silent when you received the phone call.

Min Yoongi died in an accident on the way to the recital hall. A drunk driver hit his car, killing him and his friend and roommate, Kim Seokjin. The doctors did everything they could, but he suffered from too much blood loss...

You felt empty. Quiet tears escaped you as you sat in the passenger seat while your mother frantically drove to the hospital. The fresh bouquet of flowers you bought early in the morning to congratulate Yoongi on another performance well done was sitting in the backseat, the bright colors mocking your misery. Labored breaths left you as you ran to his hospital room, and you struggled to breathe when you saw his still body on the bed.

The doctor's solemn words drowned in the background as you fell to your knees. Your hands clutched Yoongi’s in hopes that he would reassuringly squeeze them again and wake up to say that it was just an elaborate prank. But he never did.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Taehyung whispered, offering a hand, which you gratefully took.

You shrugged, responding while wiping your wet eyes, “It’s ok. It was 3 years ago, and there’s really nothing to be sorry about. I’m not even sure why I told you.” You spoke honestly, which was odd since you barely knew Taehyung. For some reason, you felt as if you could trust him with anything.

“So what about you?” you asked after a few moments of silence. “Tell me about you. All about Kim Taehyung,” you finished with a gentle smile, your smaller hand still in his larger one.

“Well, I am 25 years old, a pianist as you saw, I grew up on my family’s farm before I moved to the city to study music with my uncle, and I eventually inherited the place we’re currently in,” he answered, his boxy smile growing as he told you more about himself.

“Wow,” you said, shocked at how much he told you despite knowing you for a short period of time. But you technically did the same.

“How did you like growing up on a farm?” you asked curiously, your hand unconsciously tightening your grip on his.

His eyes lit up as he replied, “It was peaceful. I loved the animals and spending time with my grandmother. The village was nice, too. My friends were always a few steps away,” he paused for a moment, “but when I started to play the piano that my uncle gifted me, I found my new passion: music.”

“So you eventually moved to the city to study music?”

He nodded excitedly in confirmation. “It was hard leaving my parents and grandmother,” he added. “But I tried to go back whenever I could.”

“It’s difficult leaving your family,” you agreed, unsure of what to say next. Luckily, Taehyung expertly carried the conversation.

“So Y/N, how old are you?” he asked, his boxy smile not fading for even a second.

You grinned and responded with the same tone he had earlier. “Well, I am 20 years old, I study Literature and Biology at the National University, I grew up in a city with my mom and older brother, and I found this place by complete chance.”

“You’re more interesting than I thought, Y/N,” Taehyung grinned. “And complete chance? What does that mean?”

“Well,” you started, “I was just thinking about how much I hated my roommate and dorm floor, and I somehow stumbled upon this completely deserted street. To be honest, I don’t even know where I am right now. Yet I’m still here talking to you, is that crazy or foolish of me?”

“No.” His left hand reached up to move a strand of hair away from your face. Your breath hitched and body froze as his cool fingers met your warm skin. “It’s not crazy or foolish at all,” he finished.

You melted under his haunting gaze, and you didn’t even notice how the sun had fallen outside and how the lights automatically flickered on.

Five hours.

Or at least it felt like five hours of you and Taehyung simply talking. At this point, you were really hoping he wasn’t planning on murdering you because you honestly have never met a guy this perfect. It seemed like he didn’t have a single flaw!

With each conversation and joking remark, you found yourself moving closer and closer to him until you two were thigh to thigh. Your denim jeans met the expensive material of his trousers, and both of your warm hands were covered by his much colder ones (something you chose to chalk down to iron deficiency or other potential medical conditions).

To merely say you were growing feelings for Taehyung would be an understatement — you were falling in love.

Eventually, he offered to show you around the store, considering you only really looked at the front. His hand around yours, he led you towards the back, where there were less bookshelves and more music-oriented displays. There were encased instruments, very old photos, worn sheet music, and more portraits.

“My uncle loved collecting portraits,” Taehyung said when he caught you staring at one of Jung Hoseok. “He said it was like always having a memory of someone, even if they passed.”

“Your uncle was right. Although I think pictures and a camera may be cheaper,” you teased, unaware of the slightly pained smile on his face. You looked around some more, and your smile fell as your eyes landed on a very familiar-looking portrait.

The curve of his lips, strong jawline, uneven eyelids, defined eyebrows — it was like you were looking directly at him. Your breath hitched as you looked at the inscription below the oil painting.

Kim Taehyung / 1877 - 1902

“Taehyung…” you called. He didn’t respond.

“Taehyung,” you called again, slowly turning around, your eyes meeting his panicked ones. “You… You’re …”

“Dead.”

“What do you mean you’re dead? You’re standing right here! But the portrait. Oh my god. Is this a dream? Have I been dreaming this entire thing? Ghosts aren’t real! Are you a demon? Oh fu -”

“Y/N!” he shouted, his arms wrapping around you to calm you down, his icy skin only further reminding you that a dead man was hugging you.

“You’re so cold! Oh fuck! You’re so cold! I’m so stupid!” you continued panicking, completely unaware of how to deal with this if it really wasn’t a dream.

“Can you please give me a chance to explain?” he asked, his low voice soothing you.

Begrudgingly, you nodded, and melted into his tight grip. It was hard to believe that he was a ghost when you were physically touching him, a complete contradiction of what online conspiracy theories and horror documentaries (and your biology lectures) told you.

“I didn’t lie about anything I told you. I was born in 1877 and I died in 1902. I was poisoned by another musician who grew jealous of my success. I chose to stay in the human realm as a ghost instead of pass on.”

You remained silent, needing a moment to think. Was he telling the truth? But Taehyung didn’t have a reason to lie to you, nor did he have a reason to be honest. And why was he so insistent on explaining himself? Did he have the same feelings as y —

“I’m telling the truth,” he said abruptly, sensing your inner turmoil. “I understand if you do not trust me. It would be hard for anyone living to trust me in this situation, but I want you to know that,” he paused, looking at you with such emotion that it made you want to reach out to him and take all the pain he was feeling away. “That I am being genuine because I care about you the way you care about me.”

You gasped quietly in shock.

“The last living person to enter this place was 60 years ago, and no one ever stayed,” he began sadly. “But then today, you,” he looked down to make eye contact with you, “you came in and you stayed and we talked for hours.”

As much as you wanted to comfort him, you still remained silent.

Taehyung continued, “Even when I was alive, I never encountered anyone who spoke as passionately as you, who was refreshingly honest, or who cared about what I said as much as you do. Y/N, I hope you understand that our time together today has meant the world to me, and I would never betray your trust or presence for anything in the world.

Your eyes teared up at his confession, and you barely managed to whisper, “Today meant a lot to me too.”

Taehyung let out a relieved breath and tightened his hold on you. “I may be a dead man but my feelings for you are true. I hope that you’ll accept me as I am and -”

“Tae-” you attempted to interrupt him, but he cut you off and only tightened the hug.

“And if you do not accept me, I understand,” he finished, his voice strained as he said the last two words.

“Taehyung,” you started, but he interrupted you again.

“Please, if you wish to leave do not say anything else. I fear that I might not be able to take it if you bless me with your voice and presence again just to leave soon after,” he pleaded, his hands gently holding you to his chest as you two still remained in a fond embrace.

“Taehyung,” you started again, feeling his chest tighten as you gently spoke, “Although this is all very hard for me to understand, I do accept you.” He breathed out a sigh of relief. “But,” you said sharply, and he winced at the word, “You need to explain everything for me to truly believe in you. How am I seeing you? How does this all work?”

Begrudgingly, Taehyung released the hug, and looked at you with a cheeky and fond smile. “How are you seeing me? Easy, as a ghost I can choose when I want to be seen,” he paused, “and when I don’t.” As he uttered the last word, his body disappeared in front of your eyes, and a surprised gasp fell from you.

“You! You! What the fuck!” staring as he reappeared, his body once again covering the wall behind him.

He laughed again at your shock, also finding your blunt language endearing. “It’s something all of us ghosts can do,” he said casually while you stood in shock. He continued, “I can also feel sensations like a human when I’m in this form.”

He stepped toward you again, leaving only a few centimeters between your bodies. “For example,” he started, grasping your warm hand and bringing it up to his cheek, “I can feel the warmth of your hands and how they feel on my skin.”

He dropped your hand and bent down, his beautiful face now directly in front of you. For a moment, you two only looked at each other, his strong eyes holding your curious gaze and his cool breath sending a shiver down your body. “And,” he finally said, “I can feel chills as your breath fans across my face.”

He stood fully up again, leaving you both relieved and disappointed. “I can also feel emotions just like I used to when I was alive, although I’m sure you already know that,” he told you, the boxy smile returning to his face. Your heart still recovering from the intense eye contact only a few moments prior, you could only muster a nod in response. “Would you like me to continue?” Taehyung asked.

“No,” you admitted, shocking him as he was ready to explain more.

“No?”

“I believe you, it’s difficult to, but I believe you,” you told him, your voice quiet as you looked up at him fondly. “This is all confusing as fuck, and I really don’t know what the future would look like for us but,” you pause briefly, watching as his smile grew to meet his eyes, “I have feelings for you, and I want to try and make this work.”

Taehyung grinned and wrapped you in a tight hug, the ice cold of his skin no longer sending an unnerving chill down you. He looked down and used his finger to lift your face to look at him. Wordlessly, he closed his eyes and leaned down.

Following his motions, your lips eventually met. Taehyung kissed you with gentle passion, his full lips molding perfectly against yours. His hands moved down to the small of your back, and he pulled you in tighter to deepen the kiss.

This was better than you expected. His cold lips set a fire within you, and the way he moved his lips against yours made you feel as if your chest was going to burst at any second. The moment his lips touched yours, and yours his, you knew that you could never feel anything like it again.

A moment of adrenaline seeped into you as you parted your lips, greedy for more. At this, electricity coursed through you and you felt as if a fire was ignited between you, and as Taehyung deepened the kiss the fire grew, nearly consuming you both whole.

Your lips moved in sync with his for what seemed like an eternity before he broke the kiss, leaving you breathless. He allowed you to catch your breath before he spoke, “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw you enter.”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, a teasing tone evident in your words.

“It would be rude of me to walk up to a beautiful stranger and steal a kiss from them,” he answered, his hands moving to play with your fingers.

“I suppose it would be, but I wouldn’t have minded,” you admitted, making deep eye contact with him once again.

Taehyung smiled at your words, and he waited a moment before saying, “I know someone that I think you would be happy to see again. If you feel comfortable with me, I can take you to him.”

Your eyes widened, and at that moment, you could hear the same melody he was playing earlier coming from somewhere deeper in the hall. In that moment, you remember seeing the book that Yoongi had when he first learned the song, and how the composer was named Kim Taehyung.

A tear rolled down your face as you looked up at Taehyung in shock, his confirming nod causing a choked breath to leave you. Yoongi already found this place.

With the brightest smile you’ve had on your face in years, you gently grasped Taehyung’s hand. “I’ve never felt more comfortable in my entire life.”

#kim taehyung #bts #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #bts fanfction #bts x y/n #bts x reader #min yoongi #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #bts angst #ghost taehyung

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just-jordie-things · 4 years

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Hi I love your writing sm!! Could u possibly do 9 with Sokka? :))

prompt 9: ‘wars end’ kiss ___

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, the flash of color and near-sonic boom that had flashed before everyone’s eyes.

The Fire Nation fleet had been taken down, and now you stood on a cliffside, looking out at where it had to be Aang and Ozai fighting.

You’d seen some strange new things in your time traveling with the Avatar.

You’d seen dragons, and fire that burst into colors you hadn’t even known existed.

You saw new forms of bending- metal bending, plantbending, bloodbending, mesmerizing and horrifying techniques that made you yearn more than ever for the power of bending.

You saw a girl turn into the moon spirit, you saw Avatar Kyoshi take over Aang’s body like a ghost, you saw a blind girl map out an army using her feet, you saw the boy you loved get bombarded with countless fangirls (that seemed less important now but it stil stuck with you the way the wonders of the world had) and now, you thought you might be seeing the world come to an end.

Toph stood on your left, and Sokka on your right. Suki had taken a seat right on the cliffside. The four of you were frozen as you watched the scene, even from a mile away, you were captivated.

Aang had burst from a pile of rubble, and you couldn’t see how, but he must have had a hold on Ozai somehow, because the Fire Lord Tyrant hadn’t moved as Aang floated into the air.

“The Avatar state” Suki spoke with a whimsical lilt in her voice, having never seen it before.

Your breath hitched.

This was it, you thought. Aang either kills Ozai now, or Ozai ends the Avatar cycle with one critical hit.

The sword in your hand clattered to the ground, but the unsettling sound of metal on rock didn’t tear anyone’s attention away from the scene before them.

Sokka’s hand slips into yours, almost instantly. Neither of you say anything. You don’t even look at each other. You just hold his hand so tight that he’d have to fight you to get you to loosen your grip.

He squeezes your hand back.

Aang rises into the air, the four elements surround him for a moment, before a beam of light strikes from the sky.

So bright that you all flinch- minus Toph, who’s eyes are covered by Suki’s hands.

Sokka pulls you closer as the light flashes over the land- like a bomb being detonated. And as he pulls you against his chest to shield you from the blinding whiteness, you wonder who’s won.

Your ears a ringing when the light goes away, and slowly, you pull out of Sokka’s hold.

Your eyes meet his for a moment, round and fearful, more scared than you had been facing an entire army just moments ago. He has the same crease between his brows as he looks back at you.

You think his eyes flicker down to your lips, but your moment is abruptly ended before you can consider acting on it.

“Let’s go!” Suki shouts, already dragging Toph along with her as she runs off.

You scoop up your weapon with your free hand, shoving it haphazardly into it’s holster on your hip before racing after your friends. Sokka hand never leaves yours, but you don’t give it the chance to.

By the time you get to the scene, Katara and Zuko are already there, talking in hushed voices with Aang.

You’re thrown off by this, because Aang seems alright considering the amount of damage that had been done to the land surrounding him.

But then you see Ozai on the ground, leaning against the boulder, looking more weak than any of your fantasies could have dreamed up.

“Is he... you know...?” Suki asks the Avatar, drawing her finger over her neck.

“I’m still alive” Ozai growls out, making the Kyoshi warrior cringe, and leap backwards.

You draw your sword without hesitation, pointing it towards the tyrant’s neck. Aang may not have had the willpower to take a life, but you certainly could.

“He doesn’t have his bending anymore,” Aang says, lowering your sword with his hand. “I... took them”

“Badass!” Toph cheers.

“So... we won,” Sokka says, slowly, like he’s still wrapping his mind around it. “It’s over?”

He looks at Aang, who nods, and then he looks at you.

“It’s over,” You repeat his words, softly, just as unsure, but after a few seconds your features seem to brighten, and you holster your weapon again. “It’s really over! We did it!” You cheered.

Sokka grinned back at you, his hands flying to cup your smiling cheeks as you couldn’t contain your happiness.

You knew that the end of the war would feel good, but you didn’t know it’d feel like this.

So you couldn’t help yourself, you were riding your high, and you thought you might as well just make a move.

But as you leaned in to kiss Sokka, you realized he’d leaned in as well, and your lips met in the middle. For an earth-shattering, ground-breaking, long awaited kiss, it was surprisingly soft, and sweet.

“Yuck!” You heard Toph hiss behind you.

But it didn’t stop you from throwing your arms around Sokka’s neck and deepening the kiss. You’d been wanting to do this for months now, you could take your sweet time.

Not like you had anything better to do, anymore, anyways. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

#atla #sokka #sokka x reader #sokka imagine #sokka scenario

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abbacchios-sunflower · 3 years

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Welcome Aboard Part 2

The second half of my collab with @dongiovannaswife ! Thank you so much again Lena for doing this with me, I had sm fun! <3<3 ^o^

*****

“Sooo, what’s he like anyways? Your boss? Giorno you said his name was?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, Giorno’s a fair guy, really smart, kinda scary to most people who meet him for the first time, but he’s one of my best friends, great guy,” Mista leaned back in his seat, arms folded, knees crossed as he looked to Marissa. “To be honest I don’t know why he needs bodyguards, his stand is probably the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Hmm, I see,” she looked out the window as they drove on what felt to be forever. “He’s kind of mad I got involved, huh? Is he even going to like me? I’d rather not get shot in the head for walking in on mafia business, you know?”

Bruno closed his laptop, tucking it away as they were going to be arriving soon, “Just like Mista said, he’s a very fair guy, we’ve known him for a long time now; he’s just very protective over his famiglia and doesn’t like civilians getting tied up in our business, doesn’t think it’s right. I’m sure he’ll be very welcoming when meeting you.”

“Yeah; exactly! It’s not like it’s your fault you almost got sliced up by that dickwad we were chasing!” Narancia interjected.

Fugo rolled his eyes, “Yes well, you didn’t have to be such a blabbermouth and tell her we were the mafia, Giorno has the biggest problem with you doing that if anything.” He looked across to Marissa as well, “he’ll probably ask questions about your stand, what your intentions are, you’ll be fine, try not to worry too much about it, all of us here got roped into the mafia at young ages and we did just fine,” the blond checked his phone.

Well, yeah, of course it was easy to tell someone not too worry when this has been your norm for like, ten years. The newcomer folded her arms, stretching her legs out in the back seat of the car. “Alright I guess.” Maybe she was starting to regret the decision to come. When her parents had said to “branch out and meet new people'', but this probably wasn’t what they meant, oh well she was kind of stuck in the situation now, might as well see where this all goes. Worse case scenario she probably would just go back home.

“Just be grateful you don’t have to do the lighter test to get your stand and we discontinued that kind of stuff; that was so nerve wracking, I thought I was a goner!!” Narancia rubbed his neck nervously.

“Lighter test?”

“It’s how things used to be done, though some of us already had our stands by the time we joined, you see,” Bruno had explained. “Mista and Abbacchio both had manifested their stands by the time I had found them, not everyone needs to pass the arrow’s test to get one. It’s a topic Giorno and his family are highly interested in actually.”

“Oh?” Marissa looked to Abbacchio who was sitting in the front seat. In the few days she had known these five men; it was probably him that she knew least of. He was even more closed off and disgruntled than Fugo, barely speaking a word to her unless they were bickering about something.

“Hey guys, maybe you shouldn’t be telling her everything about us, she’s still an outsider in case you forgot about that; I doubt Giorno would like you guys running your mouths more than you should, he’s already probably pissed,” the goth grumbled, looking back from the passenger’s seat.

Bruno has a teasing smirk, leaning back, “And since when you were so interested in obeying what Giorno says? Hmm? I thought you liked being difficult with him.”

“You’re just lucky he always trusts your judgment, Consigliere, or else he probably wouldn’t have even wanted to meet her,” Abbacchio sarcastically snapped back. Bruno had rolled his eyes.

“You’re still just sore that I didn’t tell you about why I brought him into Passione in the first place all those years ago,” Bruno chuckled, “but that’s a story for another time, perhaps Giorno would like to tell you himself,” the leader pleasantly smiled. “Now, we’re almost there,” he regained Marissa’s attention. “I don’t care what you’ve heard from any of us, you’re going to refer to him just as Don Giovanna, okay?” she nodded stiffly. “I take it we can trust you to be respectful?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, of course!!” she straightened up in her seat; the anxiety was definitely setting in now. This was probably— definitely a mistake. How did she always get into weird and scary messes with people?

*****

The estate was huge, yeah; surely the Don of the mafia and his most trusted men stayed there. Mista was the one to open the door first and stroll on in, followed by the others. “We’re baaaaack!” He loudly announced. “Oh Trishy? Did ya miss us?!” He confidently smirked as footsteps approached.

“I’ve been wondering when you would be back, I’m still bummed out I didn’t get to go…” a young woman with pink hair slowly came to a stop as she looked past the men, seeing the shorter woman with them. “Dio mio- when I said to bring me back a souvenir, I didn’t mean kidnap a local!” She folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at the gunslinger.

“Relax, she just got caught up in our bullshit, she’s a stand user and Bucciarati was interested in her stand and thought Giogio would be too, said he wanted to meet her when we were on our way over!”

“Speaking of that, I already finished the reports from this job, we burned down the warehouse, not a trace of the drugs left, same with Emiliano,” Fugo held up a small folder.

The young woman’s face relaxed more as she exhaled, taking the file and extending a hand to the newcomer, “Trish Una, I know how it feels to get swept up into trouble by these assholes, they don’t bite though, I promise, well, maybe Abba will if you provoke him enough, but he’s a bit of a softy under the fangs,” she smirked when Abbacchio looked disgruntled by the use of the nickname and teasing in front of the other woman who was smirking back at him now.

“Abba, huh?” she raised a dark eyebrow, smirking as well.

“That’s just “Abbacchio” to you, brat,” he snapped back.

Rolling her eyes, she ignored the threat and took Trish’s hand, “Marissa, but uh, you guys can just call me Mar, all my friends do, it’s easier in my opinion,” she tilted her head back and forth. “So are you, like, a stand user too?”

“Got that right, most of us are,” Trish pulled her hand back, gesturing to follow her, “come on, they’re right this way! They’ve been expecting you!”

“They?” Mar blinked.

“Oh, of course, the Donna will be there too naturally, she’s a lovely lady, Giorno’s lucky to have her for sure. She’s very interested in you too; I’m sure you guys will be great friends if you’re to stay with us! Also, we better get you Italian lessons if that’s gonna happen, luckily a lot of us speak English pretty well too,” Trish stopped talking and turned to face a set of doors, knocking twice. “Don Giovanna, Bucciarati is back, Fugo already finished his reports.” She announced.

“And is she with them?” A male voice came from behind the door.

“Right next to me!” Trish replied.

“Well, send her in then.”

*****

Trish Una turns to Mar, a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes directed on her way as she opens the door, holding it open for her. “Good luck.” She mouths right when Mar walks by her side, closing the door at her back.

The office looks like a lawyer’s would; bookshelves around the room are filled with all kinds of books; from astrology to philosophy, biology, medicine, math. All the knowledge the human race had cultivated through centuries seemed to rest there, in a silent office where only the light of the window pooled in, illuminating it just in the right amount.

“Please take a seat, would you like something to drink?” a feminine voice, soft and gentle, breaks the silence.

Marissa’s head snaps towards the source of the sound.

In the couch where the sunlight is gentler, a woman sits, a glass of liquor suspended between her fingers. Her short black dress hugs her figure in a comfortable way —and the dark purple cloak resting on her shoulders, huge and almost drowning her makes it clear the garment is not hers, both from its size and the cut.

Her red lips curl upwards in a genuine kind smile when Marissa and her make eye contact.

Nodding her head, her curls move along her head, strangely giving her that aura of mysteriousness. “Don’t be shy.”

“Sit down.” the male voice is there again, this time, coming from the desk. Just when Marissa looks on, a blond man stands up, all six foot six of him towering and blocking the sunlight from the window. As he moves on, his features and figure become clearer: short blond hair that reaches the nape of his neck, piercing green eyes and lips in a tight line, and a strong, imposing built. Hands inside the pockets of his burgundy suit —the black shirt underneath the suit jacket glistens with something underneath, a shape unknown to most —but to him, the rumble of the arrow lets him know this is a stand user standing before him.

“We were told about the incident.” He starts, not expecting an answer from her until he rounds the couch, coming to sit down besides his wife and circling her shoulders with one arm as the other extends forward, signaling her. “And we wanted to talk about it.”

Mar nods, quickly walking in and sitting down at the couch before the couple.

Their glances feel like an ice cube and a flame at the same time but even then, she still finds the courage to look at them in the eyes before centering her attention in a spot above their heads, where her voice doesn’t quiver when she speaks.

“I was the one who asked,” she starts, quickly correcting herself as her fingers fiddle with her clothes. “I wanted to know what it was —just a part, because the rest was obvious.”

Giorno hums, “First things first, what’s your name?”

Marissa gulps down, feeling the man’s gaze harden when her reply doesn’t come immediately; naturally, one would expect this question to be answered right there.

“Marissa.”

Giorno nods, curtly: all business. “Well then, nice to meet you. She’s my wife and the Donna of the famiglia —I suppose you already know who I am, don’t you?”

Lena nods, raising her glass shortly —making the Don tone it down. “Please make yourself at home.”

“Thank you, Don, Donna.”

“Now,” Giorno doesn’t let silence settle in, “There is something we need to talk about first; we have a strong policy to not get civilians involved in our… Matters. You were a special case, and before we start, you’re totally free to choose and swear silence over this. If you do, you can go home right now, and you won’t talk about this —not the police, not your family, not your lover, no one at all. Is that what you want?”

Marissa opens her mouth to reply when Lena raises a hand up, her palm open and exposed towards her —perhaps a blind body language sign.

“Think about it. We won’t go anywhere.”

And this time the rest is silence.

As Marissa’s head spins with thoughts and questions, her eyes go back and forth between the couple and the literal library around them, the sound of birds chirping outside and the water in the fountain falling. The distant sound of male laughter and the following hush to it.

For fucks sake, she had come here without a purpose. It was all a mere impulse to go out and explore, find new things, meet people perhaps.

But the Italian mafia was a whole other level of her mom’s phrase. It was crazy.

“Listen,” she says, making the couple’s ears peek immediately as they look back from each other’s faces —their quiet conversation forgotten immediately. “If you’re trying to embed another question about my reason to be here I’m gonna be sincere with you, I don’t know what I want from this, but I’m not your enemy. Hell, I’m just a girl from a damn boring town.”

Giorno nods, tilting his head to the side slightly. “That does answer one question, but not the other.”

Marissa sighs, “I want to stay.”

“Why?” Lena shoots back, leaning forward to place her glass into the coffee table. The liquor left there is now ignored.

“I don’t know.” Marissa repeats, trying to bite back her annoyance —she had already said it.

Lena hums, a sweet smile making its way into her lips; the situation makes it feel like a venomous one. “Mar,” she stops for a second, giving her the time to correct her in case the nickname does not match her taste. “There is always a reason for everything; you want to stay, and there must be a reason for it. Everyone here has one.” She gestures around with one hand, recalling some of their most loyal men. “Loyalty, money, a lost cause, redemption, a golden heart. Everyone has a reason; and all of them are valid. As long as the interests match, then there is no way we won’t let you in.”

Giorno’s gaze comes back from outside, a solution on the back of his mind. “Let’s do something; we will proceed with your test,” if he noticed Mar’s stiff shoulders at the word ‘test’ he played an excellent act when he didn’t react to her reaction. “And by the time we’re done, the last question will be your reason to be here.”

“Sounds good,” Lena speaks up. “Shall we start, then?”

Mar hums, gulping down.

“What are your views on law and justice? Is it true or just another circus?” Giorno leans back, chest puffed out in pride.

Mar huffs, almost rolling her eyes. Now that she has found her physical reactions don’t seem to have an effect on them, the will to be herself comes back slowly but surely. “Money. If you have the money, then there is no way you’ll put a foot in jail; no one will be able to find out about your actions, unless you want them to.”

“And what if you don’t have the money and you are not the culprit but you find yourself in jail?”

“Then… Someone who doesn’t want you out there got you there with their influences.”

“I see,” Giorno nods, eyes falling into the window once again. Thoughtful. “What would you do to escape if you found yourself in that position?”

“Let’s be real, any person who knows about this kind of business will be killed in no time: the news and the police will say they took their own lives. But we all know the government doesn’t want to be seen as a traitor to the people they swore justice and truth to. So they will kill them and make it seem like a suicide, they will pay and eliminate anyone who dares say otherwise,” Mar looks up, almost as if looking into the white celling will give her the answers. “The only way to escape is paying, as I said before, anyone will do whatever they can to grasp a few more bucks into their hands, even if that means letting go someone important under the lie of an escape.”

Lena nods, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “But… Most people in the government are there because some of them have been put there by us.”

Mar nods, humming along. “And that’s why you’ll probably never find yourselves there, because those men are working for you. They owe you one, that’s it.”

Giorno turns to Mar, smirking slightly. “That’s right. Then, next question —Will you commit murder? Whatever your impulse is from these two; orders or will, never from liking —would you do it? And who would it be?”

Mar’s lips end up pressed together for a moment —her eyes go around the room until her sight falls outside; the sun is gone, hidden by grey clouds. Even the birds have gone silent. The only sound is the water fountain still working.

Looking on, Mar stares into Giorno’s eyes, then into Lena’s, replying in a firm, concise tone. “Well, as far as the rich and powerful that get away with horrific crimes? Anyone who takes advantage of the weak? I don’t care about what happens to them and I’d gladly set them on fire without thinking twice if given the opportunity.”

The couple before her don’t reply, turning to look at each other —right there, Mar can see the deep connection between them, as the simple glance into each other’s eyes proves to be enough to communicate; only a small smile from Lena and her nod, and Giorno turn to her again.

“That does actually match with our interests —you’ve got one point there.”

Lena nods, speaking up. “Next question, Mar, and this one is my favorite; are we born good or evil? Do we turn evil, or perhaps good, as time goes by?”

Mar nods to herself, replying shortly after —eyes going between them in a simple conversational gesture, out of nervousness or insecurity. Despite the topic, it already seems like everyone there is comfortable with each other’s presence. “As far as that whole debate, well, everyone has some kind of baggage; people are just people. You have to make the conscious decision every single day of what kind of person you want to be. People who come from bad homes either choose to rise above it and be ‘good’ or they’ll choose to use it as an excuse to hurt others because they were hurting. Regardless, yeah, at the end of the day, there’s always a choice that has to be made.” She shrugs her shoulders a little.

Giorno nods, humming low. The sound spark’s Mar’s attention.

But his last question is not expected.

“Usually, we ask more, but you’ve surprised us —last question; what is your will, if you ever form part of the famiglia?”

After a moment of hesitation, considering all the previous answers she had given, she looks back up, finally thinking she had a solid, cohesive answer to give. “To be honest I’ve been kicked around all my life, I was never taken seriously, I hated being ignored, and in turn I hate seeing others face injustice. I even considered a job in criminology at one point; my dad always thought I should have been a lawyer or went to work for some behavioral analysis unit, ya’know, FBI stuff,” she licks her bottom lip as she starts off. “But like I said earlier, it’s all corrupt at some level, the law, all the red tape and bullshit rules, that’s why I stopped trying to pursue the idea of becoming a profiler, it frustrated me to see people manipulating the system.”

Letting a few beats go, she continued on, “That said, one might say I have a moral flexibility problem and I don’t like playing by rules that are designed to protect the corrupt, my ideals of justice aren’t really what the government is interested in. Sadly, for me, that means I’ve never really fit in anywhere, never had much of a plan after I realized I couldn’t stick with a job I had thought I wanted.” She looked down at her feet again, “That’s why, when I ran into your guys pursuing that drug dealer this week, I guess I figured it was a sign that maybe there could be a place for me, after all, it doesn’t seem like any of you had much success being on the side of government or law enforcement.”

Folding her arms, she looked back at the Don of Passione, “I guess that’s why I want in; if you guys could find a place and purpose being here, why not me too?”

Giorno’s eyes bore into Marissa’s, cold and empty of anything but plain green pools accentuated with yellow bits.

The Donna leans back as a single chain enveloped in red energy emerges from her palm. It flicks, filling the room with the sound of clicking metal.

Rising a hand up just when one of the chain’s links rests there, surrounded by a brighter tone of red, turning orange briefly just when another hand, humanoid and clearly not hers, but her stand’s, touches the object, producing a creak that echoes and bounces around the walls.

And as soon as it came it’s gone; the sound, the stand’s arm and its glow, everything’s gone and now, in the Donna’s palm rests an insignia. She leans forward now, with Giorno’s eyes on both women as he watches the moment through proud and calm eyes.

“Welcome, Marissa. Wear this and serve loyally for our cause, which is just.”

Giorno speaks up just when Marissa leans forward to take the insignia, “You will be assigned to an area with a Caporegime, and will work for them, understood?”

Marissa nods, taking the insignia from Lena’s palm. “Understood, boss.” She looks down at the golden object —it’s not that heavy, but it does have a certain weight, taking in consideration it’s apparently made of pure gold; the arrow that crosses the small button has what seems to be an insect, whose form is palpable.

“Please, wait outside; we’ll send someone to lead you into an apartment soon. And Mar?”

Mar stands up, freezing and turning back to the Donna. “Yes, boss?”

“I can assure you you’re part of this now, you’re not an outsider anymore.”

Mar nods, sighing in something she can’t say —turning around, she doesn’t fail to notice the sun back again, the birds flying out the mansion’s garden and the fountain still there, functioning as if nothing happened. Where a world keeps going, her world seems to stop; or maybe time passes slower, she couldn’t know what was it, but everything felt different the moment she closed the door at her back.

#self insert #collab #dongiovannaswife #giolena #selfship #abbamar #the beginnings of it kinda still lol #i grow on him hehe #my writing #friends writing #lenaaaaaa i love your half so much aasdkjsalaskd #definitely wasn't happy stimming or anything while reading it /j #also since i'm also an abbacchio kinnie my self insert was almost pushed to go into a law enforcement route too #which i have a funny one shot idea for about our first date lol #but yeah more backstory for the fictional and way cooler mar lol

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fearixfox · 3 years

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jxjdskdnsk the gambling one shot you made was so cute! it reminded me of my mc sm. and cause of that can i request mammon with an mc whos parents regulate some of the biggest casinos? and mc is the next hier to a powerful mafia? pretty please :D

I had a lot of fun with this one and I’m sorry it took so long! It was a lot shorter but it just kept building so it took a while. https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLde0UQUs-l0KJ29TSCYYGjcrrGBkOjR7P This is a playlist that I used for some scenes. Thank you for the ask <3

“Wanna go?” You tease as you poke Mammon’s cheek. “I mean, I-” He lets out a sigh. “I should go to keep an eye on you. I am your first anyway.” “First pact,” you correct him with a giggle. “I know Lucifer said he would go with me and you can’t defy him but I can. So, let’s go?”

Lord Diavolo has given you an extremely special present for your birthday. A weekend out in the human world. The only regulation is that a demon brother has to accompany you. The demons jumped on the opportunity immediately but you already had your heart set on a little avatar of greed.

You say your goodbyes to the other brothers and thank Diavolo. “Make sure you’re back before midnight on Sunday. You still have your lessons to take care of,” he says with a smile. You nod to him and look over to Mammon who was being scolded by Lucifer. He nods and gives you a nervous smile that makes your stomach jump. “Jump in when you’re ready. It will take you wherever you want to be.” Diavolo said gesturing towards the hole.

You dash over to Mammon, taking his hand and diving headfirst into the hole. You end up in a penthouse, looking over the vast craziness of New York City. “Brings back memories!” You hum looking out the window. “Um…why’re we in New York?! Is this your place?! You mentioned you lived a quiet life but I would say this isn’t that.” Mammon says with an awestruck look. He was shocked completely.

“Mammon,” you chuckle at his child-like gaze, “when this present was given to me I saw it more as a chance to have fun than to go back to normal life. I couldn’t think of anything more fun than spending a weekend in the Big Apple, gambling my life savings off with you.” You poke his nose and he blushes, looking away. “The penthouse is a friend’s and I already arranged this trip a while ago. Just for you and me. Is that okay?” You say with pleading eyes. “Y-yeah, I mean of course it’s fine! You have the best gambler in all of the Devildom on your side. Ya won’t lose.” He says with a wink. You squeeze his hand. “Good! Lemme drop my stuff and we can go have some fun.”

“How’s this look?” You say spinning in an outfit that accentuated your every feature. His eyes went wide and his mind went to other places. “Y/n, we are gambling, not going to-” You put a finger to his lips. “Shush, you are in the land of y/n. Let’s go. ” Mammon was clearly not fond of your garment but little did he know how safe it would keep him.

(Poker Face- Lady Gaga)

You and Mammon enter a casino and walk around the various tables and games. “Oi y/n, are you even good at gambling? I mean you’ve beat me once by luck but you never play at home. Ya sure you’re up for it?” He was clearly trying to keep himself composed at your side but you could tell he was itching to play. You walk over to a black jack table “Care to find out?”. As if you said the magic words, Mammon sits down and asks the dealer to put you guys in.

“Oh, do my eyes deceive me or is that the most magnificent ever beautifully cruel y/n?” A man said to the left of you and Mammon. You’ve gotta be kidding me. I didn’t realize it would be this quick. Mammon was ready to retort but you hold his wrist. “Kuroo, it’s been a while. I didn’t realize I had the courtesy to see your smug face.” You give him a fake smile. “Oi y/n, who’s the rooster head? He looks shady.” Mammon says, clearly wary of your relationship with him.

Well he is the Consigliere somehow but there’s no way you’re going to tell him that. He was your nanny for a good part of your life and your advisor for the rest. You are technically the underboss but in this line of work it's not the greatest. What if he knew. Would he tell? He’s an idiot of course he would.

You were raised to scare and torture so when you were teleported to hell itself, you weren’t surprised. Living amongst the demons made you feel less corrupted, pure even. You could have a life there when it’s all said and done. You’ve realized how soft you’ve become around the brothers...around Mammon... but now wasn’t the time for that.

“He’s my father’s friend. Think of him as my uncle.” You reassure him. “Ah you wound me y/n, I’m not that old at all. Only two years older than you if I recall.” He states clearly teasing Mammon. You glare at Kuroo. “He’s only trying to get a raise out of you, Mams. You can relax. He’s actually five years older than me, not that it matters.” You give him a gentle smile. “Let’s win.”

You play through the rounds and your skills are a little rusty but you manage. You bust and it’s now Kuroo against Mammon. Sadly you knew the game, Kuroo already bought the dealer out and within 30 minutes it was a loss. “Ugh y/n, he is your uncle right? Can we get our money back? I can’t believe me the Great Mammon lost to a simple human.” Mammon huffs. You giggle at him “No, we have more money to burn I bet you we can make double what you lost. Just give it some y/n magic.” You smile sweetly at him. Kuroo’s eyes lowered at the sight.

“Y/n, a word? Your father wanted me to pass on a message.” He says with a tone you know you can’t object. You turn to Mammon, “Hey, I’m going to be a minute can you play roulette for me? I was never good at it and would love some Mammoney luck.” He gave a light laugh at this. “Sure thing but don’t take too long, I’ll drain ya.” He says with your card in hand.

You move with Kuroo to a room away from prying eyes. Your expression turns cold as soon as you step into the room. “So, what’s Boss want?” You say clearly not wasting any time. “Oh child is that any way to talk about your old man?” Kuroo teases, his eyes filled with malice. “He’s been worried sick about his second in command, but little did he know they were laying low fuckin around with some low life pretty boy.”

Kuroo’s words made your blood boil. In a way, he was your own Lucifer, always caring for you with an iron fist. When the time came he did take a bullet for you, but it didn’t make him less irritating. “And? Is that all you had to tell me? You’re managing.” Your expression was as cold as ice. It felt like slipping into a different personality. You couldn’t tell which one you were more. The kind person you were around the brothers or the brutal underboss of this world you were forced into. “Well, I guess you’re right. You must be glad Akaashi is so capable. You disappeared for a few months and the money keeps flowing.” Kuroo sits down with a laugh.

Now you knew why he was here. You asked Akaashi for the penthouse and he can’t deny Boss. “Still babysitting I see, even though I’m grown.” You give a light laugh. “Well, tell Boss I’ll be away for a while longer and Akaashi can take care of things until then. I’m busy working out some things.” Kuroo’s interest was piqued.

“Ah I was wondering about the boy. He looks so exotic and youn-” ''You lay a finger on him, you’ll be filled with lead by morning. I don’t give a fuck who you are.” You cut Kuroo off. “I promise, you won’t even be safe in Hell.” Kuroo had never seen you so stern towards him before but enjoyed your wrath. “I’ll pass on the message.”

You find your white haired demon kicking some ass at roulette and basking in his own glory. Your heart melts at the sight and Mammon notices you. “Y/n! Guess how much we won?” He says waving chips around, giving a goofy smile. “I tripled the amount on your card!” Wait, he bet all of it? “Mams do you know how much money was on the card?” You say in a serious tone. “I hav’ta tell ya I don’t sweat the small stuff. Just be grateful. For the Great Mammon has claimed victory.” He lifts you up and spins you around in glee. You can’t help but smile at him.

You play a few more games and head out to an expensive restaurant. "Y/n, are you sure you can afford all of this?" He clearly wanted to order the whole menu. "You tripled my card somehow so might as well use it." You smile back at him. His eyes light up as he looks at the menu, looking forward to the meal.

(Nana triste-Natalia Lacunza)

A slow song was playing on the dance floor and Mammon looked at you with a want in his eyes. "Care for this dance, my avatar of greed?" You ask for his hand. He blushes and gives it to you.

"Wait a minute that was backwar-'' You pull him close to you and start dancing. "It's okay Tiger. You're cuter this way." He wants to retort but can only focus on how close your bodies are.

"Ya know, Lucifer asked me to take care of you. It's like he was handing off his child to a husband. He's so irritating at times. I mean I'm totally reliable. Don't you think Y/n?" He says softly in your ear. You let out a soft laugh. "I think you would make a wonderful husband Mams. Be careful or I may make you mine.” You whisper so close he can feel your breath on his neck. He immediately jumps back. “Like I would ever marry a human even if they’re...they’re...” He trails off. “They’re what Mammon?” You step closer to him again. “Ahhh look, foods here. Let’s eat.” He says immediately retreating.

You both eat and drink to your heart's content. By the end of the meal, Mammon was a babbling child. “Ya know you should be more prouda me. I went outta ma way for y/n.” He slurs. “I could’ve let Lucifer take the human like was planned but I secretly begged ta go. Don’t tell, y/n.” He whispers to you. And that’s enough of that. You take away his alcohol and start feeding him water shots. He couldn’t tell the difference. “Ya know, I told y/n I wouldn’t never marry a human but secretly if it was them it wouldn be bad. If it was, maybe I could be happy all the time.” He smiles before immediately falling over. You couldn’t help but look at him fondly. “Me too.”

You help him into the penthouse and lay him down on your bed. I totally could. I should. No I shouldn’t. You stare at Mammon’s sleeping figure and start unbuttoning his shirt just enough for him to breathe. He was sleeping so soundly that you wish you could stay in that moment forever. “I love you, Mammon.” You whisper and kiss his head. “Always have.”

You decide to go to the convenience store and get some things to ease his hangover. You see a couple around the sunglasses rack trying all sorts of glasses on, laughing at each other. You couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at their simple life. Sadly, nothing ever came easy for you. You bring your supplies back to see an empty bed. “Mammon? Where’d you go buddy?” You examine the bed closely and find a symbol on a small piece of paper. You crumple it and walk briskly out the door.

(Riot - Hollywood Undead)

You were going to kill Kuroo. You meant what you said and did not have to think twice about seeing the floor spattered with his blood. He wanted you home. He didn’t care what it took to get you there. He will cage Mammon up and keep him as a pet and hang it over you if it meant you would take over. It was his job after all. You knew exactly where he would take him. Kuroo would take him to the only person you can’t deny.

You bust the gates open to the old property to see only soldiers around. “Y/n, long time no see.” Your eyes lower at the sight of Tsukishima. “Where is he?” You sneer. “Oh, whoever are you talking about?” Tsukishima laughs at your angry expression. “Olala, you mean our new mutt. He’s chained up inside like the dog he is. However, you and I have some business.” Soldiers started to surround you. “Boss said to restrain you. As long as we don’t kill you, any way is fine.” You laugh at his statement. “As if, you can.”

You immediately jump into action and dodge the knives that are flying towards you. Soldier after soldier comes at you with swinging fists and slicing knives. “It’s bad to ruin the merchandise,” you say dealing blow after blow, making sure not to fatally injure them. Tsukishima just watches as you pummel your way to the door not even bothering to stop you himself. “You must really care for this lousy mutt. Too bad you’ll never see him again.” You ignore him and head into the house and see Mammon gagged and chained to a chair.

“Mmmm! MMMm!” Mammon desperately tried to call your name. He had a bruise on the left side of his face and tears in his eyes. You pay him no heed as you stare at the two men at the table with him. “Ah y/n, how nice of you to join us. I was just telling Boss what great work you’ve been doing and how your loyalty inspires the rest of us.” Kuroo hummed.

(Body-mother mother)

“Boss, I apologize for not coming sooner. I have much to discuss with you. Beginning with letting that mutt go.” You say dropping on one knee. “I was worried about you, y/n. I expected better and ya let me down.” Boss says with a disappointed tone.

“I know, but I want you to know I come with good news. I haven’t been goofin off I promise. I wouldn’t do ya that way.” You say desperately trying to sway the conversation. “Hear me out, Father. Please.” You feel a grip on your head that turns soft as Boss speaks “I always liked ya, y/n. You’ve done good for this family so I’ll give ya a chance.”

You explain yourself and what you have been doing for the past three months. You leave out parts and accentuate others. Your eyes flicker to Mammon who looks scared to death but continue to keep your cold demeanor. “So father, I hope to expand our casinos to the other realm and expand our influence. Consider it insurance for when you pass.”

“What a load of shit,” Kuroo begins but Boss holds his hand up. “So why do you need mista pretty boy here?” You give your father a promising look. “He’s the sin of greed himself, we need him if we want the money to flow. Plus he can bleed us dry if we don’t let him go.” Your father looks at him with disgust. “This poser? I’m gonna need you to prove it, kid.” You nod. “Give me five minutes with him and I can prove it to ya.” “You have three.” Boss says motioning his underlings to release him.

You take him to the bathroom and give him a crushing embrace. “I’m so sorry Mammon. I’m so fucking sorry.” Mammon wasn’t even processing what was going around him and pushed you away. “Who? Where? What in the livin hell is going on y/n?” You put your hands on his shoulders “Look we have a minute I need you to change to your demon form and mess up some dudes under my magic.” Mammon looked absolutely baffled.

“What? No! I don’t wanna expose my form to roosterhead and that old guy. Plus you don’t have magic.” You push him up against the wall and he can’t help being a bit frightened but also other things. “Listen Mams, they will kill you and me both if you don’t and Solomon gave me some of his.” You lift up a vial and down it immediately. “I need you to do this for me. I promise I’ll explain everything later.” He seems unsure but nods.

You regain your cold composure and bring him before your father. You nod to Mammon who unleashes his demon form. Your father’s face remains neutral. “That’s quite some get up he’s got there.” Kuroo laughs at Mammon's wings going up to touch them. “I wouldn’t if I were you. He’ll send you to where he came from.” You say giving Kuroo a cocky stare.

“If you want a demonstration you can have one, Boss. Kuroo and I have some disputes and I would love to resolve them under your careful eye.” Your father smiles at your bloodlust. “Just leave him in tact.” You smile with glee. “Mammon, attack him but leave his vitals alone.”

Mammon couldn’t resist your order and went after him in hand to hand combat. Kuroo was one of the best fighters but against a demon he was a mere human. Mammon slashed him up and knocked him out cold within seconds. Mammon turned to you bloodied with glowing yellow-blue eyes. That’s hot. You knew Mammon was strong but he rarely used his demon strength. To see if fully utilized was like viewing a work of art.

“You impress me, y/n.” Boss said, staring at Mammon’s wings. “Take care of the devildom or whatever ya call it. I want that place under our control by the time I get there.” You kneel down and nod your head. “Kid, I want ya to take care of my kin here while they’re carrying out my work. Can ya do that for me?” You can tell Mammon was blushing a little under the blood. “Yes I can, sir.”

(Next to you-bigricepiano)

It was a few hours later and you both finally got to the penthouse exhausted and tense. You collapse falling asleep in each other's arms on the floor until morning. You wake up to the sound of Mammon snoring in your face. So beautifully irritating. You plant a kiss on his lips which causes him to jump up. “Who? What? Where?” He sees your laughing face. “Awww, y/n I was having the weirdest dream that you were a member of the mafia and I was forced ta beat up roosterhead and…” He slowly feels his face. “That wasn’t a dream was it.”

“I wish it was and yes I know I owe you a lot of explanation but lemme clean you up first.” You say getting a rag and some hydrogen peroxide. You start cleaning his face and explaining your upbringing. Through this, Mammon’s face changed from frustrated to concerned. “I didn’t know you had it so rough, y/n. You never told us.” You smile and dab on his open wound. Mammon winces a little.

“You didn’t need to know. It’s not something I’m really proud of and I know you are all demons so sins don’t bother you as much but even so.” You laugh at your own silliness. “ I wanted to be your saving grace and live a happy life at least for the year we have.” Mammon holds onto your hand and kisses it. “Y/n, you’ve helped us so much. It’s the least I coulda done for you.” Mammon wraps his arms and legs around you, holding you as if you were going to disappear that very minute. “If..If you had the option to stay with us forever...with me forever, would ya take it?”

You were taken aback by his question. You loved your father and all the mafia had to offer but it could never measure up to the amount of love you felt from the demons in the short amount of time you’ve been with them. You melt into Mammon’s embrace and try to hold back tears.

“Absolutely. Without a doubt.”

Mammon looks at you and takes your face in the palm of his hand, wiping away your ever flowing tears. He kisses you softly, over and over until the tears are gone.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Mammon.”

Bonus:

“I’m telling ya, y/n is part of the mafia! They beat up so many guys and run all the major casinos.” Mammon pleads at the breakfast table. “That’s absurd. Y/n doesn’t even gamble.” Satan retorts. “Satan’s right now please shut up about this before I string you up.” Lucifer says going through today’s paper. Mammon looks on the verge of tears and shoots you a glance to which you heartily ignore.

“Aww, well I want it to be true. A mafia y/n sends shivers up my spine. Ne, ne, are you part of the mafia?” Asmo hums. You let out a laugh. “Absolutely not. I don’t know what Mammon’s on today but I wish I had some.” “You and me both,” Belphie says through his pillow. “It would make a good anime for sure. The whole double agent thing with a princess that has to be saved and it would be called I wanted to save a princess but turned out they were a mafia member and I had to be saved instead. AAH, Beel don’t touch my food.” Leviathan says pushing Beel off his oatmeal.

“I told you no one would believe you.” You whisper to Mammon. Mammon just pouts and looks away. You drag your hand up his thigh and he shivers. “Don’t worry, they don’t need to know everything.”

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Business Trip: Part 32 - Team

Zip ties were involved, which you weren’t quite ready for.

She wasn’t kidding when she said it wouldn’t be soft. She had cared little for your comfort when she dragged you into the parking lot and into the van that you had made your getaway in earlier in the day, shoving you harshly inside and onto your back on the van’s floor. After some digging in the van’s built-in shelving she’d retrieved some zip ties, which she used to quite literally tie your hands by the wrists above your head and to the base of the passenger seat.

“Jesus, Chaeyoung,” was all you could manage before she suddenly bends and crushes your lips with hers in a fierce kiss, her tongue wasting little time in invading your mouth, finding and duelling with yours, her small, tight little body straddling yours on the van floor.

“Too rough for you, you pussy?” She hisses, sheer lust in her eyes as she breaks your kiss to stare at you.

“Fuck no,” you answer, ridiculously aroused by her forcefulness - you’d never been with a girl so aggressive, so open with her lust and need - and how rough she was being with you in order to get what she wanted.

“Good. Because I’m gonna fucking use you, and you’re gonna fucking like it.”

---

Both girls took it differently - but the end result was the same.

Jeongyeon was upset, initially, and it broke your heart to see it. She had thought that her relationship with you had turned the corner following the day’s events, and she had high hopes that the ultimatum she had given you that morning would lead you to choosing her. Her voice cracked when you told her, betraying her heartache even as she told you she understood how you felt. Telling her you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship with her, especially after she had put herself on the line for you earlier that day, might have been one of the most difficult things you’d ever done.

Momo’s plan of avoiding you and concentrating on whatever she was doing with her team was working - until you quite literally needed to be rescued and you were thrown right back into her life. She had thought she was doing fine without you, but it was obvious seeing you again reignited her feelings for you. Despite the cold reception she was giving you, the invite to her room that night led you to believe what she really wanted was to have you back. You knew her well enough to know when she was putting up a front.

But you knew that whichever door you knocked on that night that you would leave another girl utterly heartbroken. It wouldn’t have been fair to either of them; and so you chose not to knock on either.

You called both on their cell phones, explained that you weren’t ready to commit to either, not when Irene was still on the loose. You’d told them both you’d choose once Irene was behind bars.

Both wished they weren’t alone as they cried themselves to sleep that night. It took you awhile to realize, as you sat on a picnic table outside the apartment blocks, that you were crying too.

—-

You weren’t sure how long you were sitting there, in the frosty Seoul evening, staring blankly at the concrete towers in front of you as though you were hoping to find the answers to your love life hidden in one of the many glass windows or wooden door frames. It’s only the sound of a tin can crashing into a nearby garbage bin that knocks you from your reverie. You hear hushed female voices nearby, and while they were speaking in Korean, there was no mistaking the friendly, semi-drunken tones of young girls joking and chatting idly a couple of cans of beer into their evening.

A second can comes flying from around the corner of the apartment building, hitting the rim of the garbage bin and flying to the ground near you, where it rolls to a stop at the foot of the picnic table you now occupied.

You hear what was probably a Korean swear word before a small form comes running around the corner to chase after the wayward beer can. It takes you a moment to realize who it was, given that she was wrapped in an oversized puffy winter jacket, but once she steps into the light you see that it is the getaway driver from earlier in the day - Chaeyoung was her name, if you remembered correctly.

She is taken by surprise when she sees you, obviously not expecting to find someone sitting alone in the darkness on the picnic table. She lets out what could only have been a Korean curse word, clutching her chest as her mouth gapes open in genuine surprise.

“Jesus,” she says, switching to fluent English when she realizes who you are, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” you answer sheepishly as you bend to pick up the can and toss it back to her. She catches it with both hands.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

You shrug, not quite knowing how to answer the girl. Where would you even start?

“Just getting some fresh air,” you answer. Chaeyoung nods, although a smirk appears on her lips as you look up at her.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” she answers, “just that I figured you’d be balls deep in your girlfriend by now.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you answer, almost routinely, as you add Chaeyoung to the list of girls who assumed you had some sort of relationship with Jeongyeon. You leave out the fact that you were, indeed, balls deep inside her just a few hours ago.

“Hmm. Well if not her, I figured you’d be nailing the boss.”

“The boss?”

“Momo,” Chaeyoung answers, “I heard you have history with her.”

“Maybe,” you answer after a short pause, not knowing what she knew about your relationship with Momo and not wanting to tell her more than she needed to know.

“Must be tough, having to decide between which utterly gorgeous supermodel-level girl to fuck,” she says, that smirk still planted on her mischievous, cat-like features. You can’t help but smile in response.

“I think I might be on my own tonight,” you finally answer.

Chaeyoung takes a moment to consider her response, playing idly with the beer can in her hands.

“Whelp, I’m not a supermodel and I’m not gonna fuck you, but I suppose you could join me and my buddies for a beer instead of sitting out here alone sulking in the cold like some fucking loser.”

The small girl tosses her can into the garbage bin - which you just now realize was actually a recycling bin - before reaching over to you and grabbing you by the forearm, dragging you around the corner of the apartment building.

Around the corner are two other girls, both sitting lazily on two more picnic tables - the flight attendant and the third girl on Momo’s team.

They both begin to speak to Chaeyoung in Korean, perhaps asking her where she’s been, but their words are cut short when they realize who she brought along.

The flight attendant gives you a look of suspicion, but the third girl’s face lights up as she gives you a warm, welcoming smile.

“Hi!” She says in friendly, only slightly accented English after Chaeyoung introduces you to them. It had occurred to you that you hadn’t been formally introduced to any of them. You give them your name and shake their hands.

“I’m Kim Yerim,” the third girl says as she shakes your hand with a friendly smile. Her small, round face and bright eyes were striking, even in the dim light of the apartment block. She grabs a can of beer from the black plastic bag atop the picnic table and hands it to you. You accept it thankfully before turning to the flight attendant and offering your name and your hand.

“Seulgi,” the flight attendant says, ignoring your offered hand and instead taking another sip of her beer.

You are a little offended by Seulgi’s cold reception, but you decide to brush it off for now as you crack open your beer and-

… Yerim. Yeri? And Seulgi…

“Wait,” you say out loud, “Yerim? And Seulgi? Are you...”

“Yes,” Seulgi answers in English as she finishes her beer and stands, “we’re who you think we are.”

“You’re part of Red Velvet!”

“No,” Seulgi answers, her tone suddenly dark, “we were.”

She stands and gathers up the heavy winter coat she has left on the picnic table before beginning to walk away. Yerim stands and gives you an apologetic smile before she follows her friend.

—-

“Sorry about that,” Chaeyoung says once the two girls are out of earshot, “I don’t know what that whole thing was about. Seulgi gets pretty upset whenever Red Velvet is mentioned, whatever that is.”

“You don’t know?” You ask, not knowing just how much Chaeyoung knew about your history with the SM group that Irene was leader of. She shrugs.

“I don’t know much about anything around here - and I want to keep it that way.”

You nod in understanding as you take a sip of your beer and a seat on the picnic table Seulgi occupied. There wasn’t much use in filling Chaeyoung in on what was going on, especially if she would rather be kept out of the loop.

What the hell was Momo doing working with two ex-members of Red Velvet? And what were Yerim and Seulgi doing, helping Momo presumably take down their ex-boss Irene? What was Seulgi doing on that plane, when she was apparently posing as the flight attendant on JYP’s staff flight from Hawaii to Seoul? There were too many questions, and not enough answers - your mind ran at a million miles a second, trying to make sense of this new revelation.

Chaeyoung snaps her fingers to get your attention.

“What? Oh, sorry,” you apologize, “it’s just… that… those two being members- err, ex-members of Red Velvet is a pretty big deal.”

“Hmm,” Chaeyoung says with another shrug as she takes a sip of the new beer can she had just cracked open, evidently neither understanding nor caring about the significance of Seulgi and Yerim’s history.

“So what about you, Chaeyoung?” You ask, happy to change the subject for now, “what’s your role in all this?”

“I’m just a gun for hire - I do on-site operations work. Transport, surveillance, some tech work, that kind of thing. Oh, and translation. As you know, Momo can barely speak Korean - or any language - sometimes. She pays me at the end of the day and that’s it. I don’t want or need to know more about whatever plot you’re all involved in.”

“Fair enough. Momo doesn’t tell you anything about why you’re doing what you’re doing?”

“Nope. And I like it that way. All I know is that the central goal is to take down this Irene chick, whoever the fuck she is. From what I’ve seen she’s into some shady shit so I don’t feel bad about taking her down. It’s not like we’re taking down a saint running an orphanage, although for the right price…”

You chuckle a little at her joke - or at least you hoped it was a joke. Chaeyoung was refreshing; she was clearly a bit of a rebel, if her colourful language, the short haircut and tattoos on her left arm and fingers were any indication; that on top of her gives-no-fucks attitude towards the politics and history clearly at play in the events happening around her. It was nice to talk to someone who didn’t have any real investment in what was going on, aside from the surely handsome paycheque she was getting at the end of the day for her efforts.

“So you just do the job and get paid, huh? No questions asked.”

“You got it,” she answers with a bright smile on her youthful features. The two of you take a couple of sips of your drinks in silence, until Chaeyoung breaks it.

“You must be a pretty good lay if you managed to bag a chick like Momo,” Chaeyoung says suddenly. When you look up at her you liked what you saw in the sly mischievousness of her eyes.

“She’s got a rockin’ bod. Those abs! Damn, I’d like a turn with her myself,” she continues, “I guess I’ve got a thing for Japanese girls. My last ex was Japanese. Anyway… Momo’s fucking hot.”

“Sure, just make sure you let me watch.”

“She’s clearly fuckable… but there must be a reason she fucked you for so long.”

You smile before answering, “Maybe. You’d have to ask her.”

“Or I can find out myself.”

“Or you could find out,” you repeat, allowing a sly smile to appear on your lips.

There is a moment of silence as Chaeyoung plays idly with the rim of her can of beer, a sly, naughty look in her youthful eyes. Her fingertips tease the edge of the aluminum can as she momentarily bites her lip.

“It won’t be soft. I’m not the type that just lies there and squeals while the guy has his fun.”

“I didn’t think you were. I’d like to find out what type you actually are, though.”

Chaeyoung downs the rest of her can in one go before grabbing you by the wrist and leading you towards the parking lot, her steps full of confidence and more than a little lust.

—-

Zip ties were involved, which you weren’t quite ready for.

“Too rough for you, you pussy?” She hisses, sheer lust in her eyes as she breaks your kiss to stare at you.

“Good. Because I’m gonna fucking use you, and you’re gonna fucking like it.”

Chaeyoung bends and crushes your lips with her mouth once more, and as she does so her hands quickly go to your belt, undoing it and unzipping your jeans with quick, deft fingers.

“Let’s see what Momo’s been so thirsty for,” she hisses, yanking your boxers down and revealing your quickly hardening shaft. Her fingers, still cold from the frosty Seoul winter night, quickly grasp your warm meat, drawing a bit of a gasp from you. You look up and watch as Chaeyoung bites her lip.

“Okay, I get it,” she says in approval as she works your cock to full hardness, “I bet Momo’s had tons of fun with this piece. What do you want me to do to you, hmm?”

“Suck my fucking cock, Chaeyoung,” you hiss, the aggressiveness of your tone surprising even you with how eager you were for this girl to get started.

Chaeyoung’s response is to slap you across the cheek with an open palm.

“Big fucking words for a pussy who’s all tied up and helpless,” she hisses, before removing the heavy puffy jacket she is wearing, revealing a simple grey t-shirt underneath which she quickly rips off - leaving her topless. Her slim torso is tight with muscle, and while her breasts were small and humble, she nonetheless looked absolutely delicious in the dark light of the parking lot, her small pink nipples tight and taut with arousal.

She bends over and brings her mouth to your ear.

“What did I tell you earlier? This wouldn’t be soft. If I don’t get off, you don’t get off.”

She raises her hips slightly and undoes her own belt, taking a moment to drag the denim off her hips and legs, taking her own panties with them, leaving her naked. She turns around on the cramped van floor until she is facing your cock, her crotch in front of your face, soft thighs on either side of your cheeks.

“Fucking eat me,” she hisses, before she takes your rock hard shaft in her mouth.

You are almost embarrassed by how loudly you yelp in pleasure as your cock enters her mouth for the first time, her full lips and wet, slick tongue feeling absolutely sublime as takes your hard flesh into her orifice. You almost forget that you too had a job, quite literally, waiting in front of you.

Chaeyoung’s pussy looked absolutely delectable - her lips were glistening and pink, shaved clean. Her juices were already flowing freely - the intensity and spontaneity of the encounter was definitely getting her off. You want to grasp her cute little butt and bring her hips closer to yours, but you couldn’t with your arms tied above your head - but when Chaeyoung lowers her hips when she takes you into her mouth it also allows you to make contact with the wet, moist flesh between her legs.

The girl lets out a soft, wordless moan around the cock in her mouth, one that sends delicious vibrations reverberating throughout the entire length of your shaft that drive you crazy with pleasure. With each long, slow lick of her pussy she gasps and moans around your cock, somehow managing to maintain the rhythm of her blowjob as she takes you in and out between those full, tight lips of hers.

It is somewhat difficult with her squirming and writhing atop you, but you finally manage to find and locate her clit, and you capture it as best you can with the tips of your lips before quickly swirling the tip of your tongue around it with quick, light swipes - normally you’d have waited until a girl was good and ready before you got to this point, but Chaeyoung’s need, and the abundant juices flowing from her pussy, convinced you that she wasn’t really into waiting.

“Oh, fuck!” Chaeyoung gasps, releasing your saliva-drenched cock from her lips and throwing her head back, “fuck, right there! That’s so good!” She moans, pumping your cock with her small hand as she does so.

You redouble your efforts as best you can, assisted by Chaeyoung’s grinding on your face as she presses her pussy against you in an effort to seek more of the pleasure she so desperately wanted. You are happy to oblige her, continuing your assault on her pussy, eagerly drinking in the bittersweet juices that are flowing freely into your mouth.

Chaeyoung tries her best to return to her blowjob, taking you in and out of her mouth, but the pleasure coursing through her small, tight form was quickly becoming too much to handle, and she resorts to pumping your cock with her hands as she hisses and moans in pleasure, her eyes shut as she relishes the feel of your tongue on her clit. You feel her press her cheek against your cock, and you feel the heat of her breath on your shaft with each moan and gasp she makes.

“Oh… oh god, I’m… Oh god. Yeah… eat me… eat that pussy… Oh god!”

Chaeyoung quivers and shakes almost violently as she orgasms, the force of it taking her by surprise as the pleasure becomes too much for her to bear. Her pussy releases a fresh flood of her delicious juices, and you lap it all up eagerly, drinking deeply from her body as you her fluids flow down your chin. You continue your work on her clit, but you slowly wind down, giving the length of her slick pussy a few deep licks as the orgasm continues to course through her.

Just when you think you’d earned yourself a little bit of a reprieve, Chaeyoung quickly turns her body around so she is straddling you once more, her small body easily turning around in the cramped van, moving with a fluidity and grace that reminded you of a cat toying with its prey.

She crushes your lips with hers once more, tasting herself on your lips and mouth. You kiss her back, fiercely, utterly turned on by the lustful, needy girl in your lap.

“I want this cock,” she says, her dark, fierce eyes almost angry, “I want this fucking cock in me.”

She reaches down and quickly grasps your hard, needy shaft before placing the tip at her entrance. You expect her to linger there for a bit, to prolong the delicious feeling of anticipation the same way other girls did - but Chaeyoung didn’t play by the rules of others. With a dip of her hips, you are suddenly inside her.

To say she was tight was an understatement - perhaps it was her youth or her intense level of arousal - either way, Chaeyoung’s body felt like absolute heaven, all wet and hot and slick around your shaft as it speared into her small body. She lets out a long, drawn out gasp as you enter her, not caring at all about how loud she as being - not that she cared much about anything at all, really.

“Fuck yes,” she says, “fuck yes. You’re… Mmm… so fucking big inside me,” she hisses as she takes you inside her to the hilt.

You take a moment to savor the view of her tight, slim little body impaled on your cock, lit in the dim light of the parking lot coming in through the van’s side windows. There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on her - she was all tight, firm muscle. There was something intensely alluring about her breasts; you’d been with plenty of girls that were well endowed, but even though Chaeyoung was probably the smallest of the girls you’d been with recently, you couldn’t help but find yourself drawn to her little mounds and the utterly mouth watering nipples atop them.

As if reading your mind Chaeyoung brings her hands to her chest, cupping them, her index finger and thumb teasing her stiff nipples.

“You want a taste of these, you little pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” you say, licking your lips in anticipation.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to suck on your tits, Chaeyoung.”

The response is another slap across your face.

It takes you completely by surprise, and it must have shown on your face as Chaeyoung responds.

“You can suck on them when I let you suck on them,” she hisses, and you are about to respond when she leans forward, places her hands on your chest, and begins to ride you.

“For now… ohh!” She hisses as she takes you in and out of her tightly grasping pussy, “for now just lie there… Mm… and be a good little cock for me to fuck.”

All thought of her slap and the stinging of your cheek flies right out the window when she begins to take you in and out of her body, her tight, firm hips and waist working to throw herself against your crotch over and over again. The feel of her tightness wrapped around yours was utterly overwhelming, her pussy grasping tightly around your rock hard shaft with each entry and exit.

“Oh, fuck!” You gasp out loud, almost embarrassed by it - but you needed to find some sort of outlet for the pleasure quickly building in your loins. Your bound hands squirm uselessly in their restraints. You would’ve given anything to have them free, to enjoy this young girl’s body the way you really wanted to.

“You like that?” Chaeyoung gasps, “you like my pussy?”

“Fuck… fuck yes!”

“Good.. because you feel so fucking good inside me.”

Chaeyoung redoubles her efforts as she rides you, taking a moment here and there to grind her hips against yours, mashing her wet flesh against your crotch before quickly returning to riding you, lifting tight little butt before smashing it back down again, driving your shaft into her body again and again and again.

You are mesmerized by her, watching intently as she takes her pleasure from your body, and your wrists strain uselessly against the zip ties that are keeping them above your head. You would have done anything to grasp her by her small waist - or to grasp her small breasts as they bounce up and down alluringly, her nipples tight and taut with pleasure.

For long minutes Chaeyoung rides you on the floor of the van - and while you’d had plenty of girls ride you before, none did so quite like Chaeyoung, who cared little for your own pleasure, focusing instead on finding her own. She grinded her clit against your wet crotch and reverted to pumping you in and out whenever it suited her, and the loud chorus of gasps and moans filling the interior of the van were a definite indication that she was getting what she wanted.

You wanted her to stay riding you, or stay grinding you, not switching back and forth whenever she wanted - and you would’ve given anything to hold her hips down and make her ride you the way you wanted. But if one thing was clear, it was that she didn’t give a damn about what you wanted.

It was frustrating, not being able to fuck her the way you wanted - but the tight, grasping heat of her slick pussy was more than a sufficient consolation prize.

“Oh, fuck,” she says with a soft hiss, “oh fuck, you’re so big inside me. I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock… Oh… Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!!”

When Chaeyoung orgasms it seemed as though the whole van was shaking, her tight little body squirming and quivering atop your cock as the orgasm courses throughout her body. She shakes violently, her nails digging deeply and painfully into your chest as she seeks some outlet for her pleasure.

Her pussy tightens deliciously around your dick, pulsating at random intervals as she buries it as deep inside her as it would go, relishing every ounce of pleasure she was drawing from the hard length of cock buried deep inside her pussy.

Eventually she comes down from her high, her body still quivering as she places her hands on your chest in an attempt to settle herself down.

“Fuck… I guess I see why Momo’s still thirsty for this cock,” she says, squeezing you inside her as if to emphasize her words. You couldn’t help but shut your eyes momentarily as the pleasure of her slick walls tightening against your shaft courses through your veins. She grinds softly against you, not taking you in and out, just swirling her body around your cock, relishing in the pleasure she was causing you with every movement of her hips.

“She loved it more when I came,” you hiss, eager to take your own pleasure from this girl’s body, now that she had taken hers. Surely she would let you go soon...

“I see. You came in her all the time, then?”

“In her, on her. Wherever I wanted to.”

“In her mouth? On those perfect tits of hers?”

“And her ass, once or twice.”

“Momo liked it up the ass, huh? Interesting,” she says, bringing a hand to her chin and rubbing it thoughtfully, her actions completely at odds with the fact that she had a stiff cock buried inside her - one she was grinding on as she squeezed her walls around it.

“She liked it most when I came inside her, though.”

“Hmm,” Chaeyoung says, her lips smirking devilishly, “you like cumming in girls, don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah,” you answer.

“And if I undo these ties, you’re gonna cum in me? Toss me on my back, spread my legs, and fuck my tight little pussy until you fill me up with cum, just like your other girls?”

“Fuck yes,” you answer, desperately.

“You want to fuck me from behind, don’t you? I’ve been so mean tying you up like this and using you. But when I let you go, you’re gonna turn me around, shove this fat cock of yours inside my wet pussy and fuck me as hard as you can, aren’t you? You want to pull my hair and squeeze my tight ass and small tits while you shove in and out of me, until you fill my tiny little body with your hot, thick cum?”

“Fuck y-“

Chaeyoung slaps you across the cheek, this time striking the right side of your face.

“Who said I’d let you cum in me?” She asks, her words suddenly challenging and tense, a wicked look in her eyes.

“In fact,” she continues, bringing a finger to her mouth and biting softly on her fingertip, “who said I’d let you cum at all?”

It only takes her a few seconds, but before you knew it Chaeyoung had withdrawn herself from you, your wet, glistening shaft slipping from her tight confines before she gathers up her clothes and hops out of the van. In just a few more seconds she has thrown on her clothes, turning one last time to smile wickedly at you, still lying helplessly tied up on the floor of the van, your pants around your knees and your wet, slick cock still painfully erect.

“Thanks for the fuck, you pussy,” she says, a devious smile on her lips as she shuts the van doors, leaving you there.

—-

It only took you a few minutes to get out of the zip ties Chaeyoung had used to tie you to the floor of the van - she had probably intentionally left them relatively loose. It only took you a few seconds after that to finish off what Chaeyoung had started - the memory of that tight little body riding you was enough to get you off quickly, even if the thought of jerking off alone in a dark parking lot was a little sad in retrospect.

You managed to grab a couple of hours of sleep in your room before you dragged yourself to the cafe in time for your scheduled meeting with Momo and her team.

Jeongyeon was the first to show up, her eyes red with recent tears even as she put up a brave smile and greeted you with a good morning. You weren’t sure how she would react to the events of last night, and you were glad to see she was at least willing to be civil.

“Jeongyeon, I-“

“It’s okay,” she says as she sits down next to you and offers you a weak smile, “It’s okay. Really. I understand. I’m okay,” she continues, although she was probably trying more to convince herself she was okay rather than you.

A couple of tense moments of silence pass between you, and you are almost thankful to see Momo and her team enter the cafe, if only to distract you from the tension between you and Jeongyeon.

Before Momo, Chaeyoung, Seulgi and Yeri reach your table, Jeongyeon turns her face, looking at the space between you and her.

“I’ll wait for you,” she says softly, each of her words heavy with emotion, “and one day soon I hope it will be my door you knock on.”

—-

“When I left your team, JYP gave me the directive to go after Irene, along with whatever resources I needed.”

Momo wasted little time in getting down to business. The second she and her team sat down - and after Chaeyoung had given you a wicked wink and smile - Momo had launched into the explanation you were looking for.

“He must’ve wanted another team working the Irene case, maybe from a different angle,” Jeongyeon noted, “in case we missed anything.”

“Either way, I gathered a team and we were in the middle of an operation when your little cop friend showed up, waltzed into SM HQ and forced us to rescue her ass, and yours.”

“Hold on, Momo,” you say, “what exactly were you working on? And how the hell did you end up with two members of Red Velvet on your team?”

Yeri, looking nervous, shares a look with Seulgi, who looked cold and distant as usual. They were both evidently happy to let Momo explain.

“I did some research when it came to recruiting people. I picked up Chaeyoung as an on-site hand. But I needed others for the more in-depth work, preferably others who knew Irene and what she was capable of-“

“-which is what led us to her,” Seulgi finishes, looking up to make eye contact with you, her gaze cold and steely, “We found out she was looking to take Irene down. We reached out, and here we are.”

“But Irene used to be your boss. You two were part of Red Velvet, along with Joy and Wendy,” Jeongyeon asks, her face quizzical, “why are you two working to bring her down?”

Yeri and Seulgi share another look, but eventually both look down blankly at their laps or the table in front of them.

“We have our reasons,” Yeri answers, softly, for the first time lacking the upbeat charm that had pervaded her personality to that point.

“Either way, we were in the middle of an operation we had to interrupt to save you,” Momo says, eager to change the subject, “and we were on the verge of something huge, too.”

“And what was that?” You ask.

“We were going to lure Irene into a trap,” Momo answers, “we were minutes away from taking her.”

“Taking her,” Jeongyeon says slowly, “you mean, like kidnapping her? That’s a fucking crime, Momo.”

“I don’t give a shit anymore,” Momo spits, “did her goons consider that it was a crime when they kidnapped you and Choa? What would you two have done had Jihyo and Seoul PD not found you? What would have happened to you? What would they have done to you?”

“That’s stooping to her level, Momo. We need to take her down legally. We have evidence now that Nayeon retrieved-“

“And so what?” Yeri says suddenly, the small, young girl surprising everyone at the table with her tone, “Irene doesn’t give a shit about what’s legal or not. All she cares about is doing her job, even if it means taking people out using less-than-clean means.”

“Blackmail, bribery,” Seulgi says, crossing her arms, “even kidnapping.”

“And that’s why we never got close to getting her when I was on your team,” Momo finishes, “we always followed the rules. Irene plays dirty. If we want to catch her, so do we.”

There are a few moments of silence as you and Jeongyeon digest Momo’s declaration.

She looked so different now - not just with her new hairstyle; with the way she talked, the way she acted. She was almost a different person now, a far cry from the air headed but loving young woman you thought you had fallen in love with.

Momo stands, and the rest of her team takes that as a cue that it was time to leave. Yeri and Seulgi do so without any further action - Chaeyoung offers you only a careless shrug and a smirk before following them out the door.

“I’m going to take her down,” Momo declares as she begins to turn away from you and Jeongyeon, “and I don’t care if you like the way I do it.”

—-

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Pastime

summary; you wanna try something new -shaving him- and john is hesitant, fluffy

word count; 1 942

warnings; none. this scene has been sitting on the back of my brain for quite some time and i thought it was so so so cute. i enjoyed writing it sm so i hope it makes you smile. feedback is welcomed and requests are too !

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What began as a monotonous night where all you did was snuggle up on the couch eating junk and laughing at inappropriate jokes spiced up because of you.

Leaning back in his seat John stood alone in the bathroom.

“Are you sure about this?”

You poked your head round the door.

“Again, John? We agreed to do it” you reminded him, crooking an eyebrow in his direction whilst entering the room.

He glanced across at you and watched you pull your hair back into a low bun.

“How did you come up with it?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged it off to accentuate how absurd it was that he was so worried.

Draping an arm around his shoulder, your faces so close you could feel each other’s hot breath, you met his alarmed gaze.

“I’m sure I won’t have to be hiding a body tonight” you guaranteed.

His eyes raking your features, John gently fixed a delicate heartwarming smirk on to his lips that moved your soul. You booped his nose with yours and flashed him a wide smile before advancing towards the hook where the towels were hanging over the outlets.

“Did you wash your face?”

“I did, miss”

“Good boy”

When you were done cleaning your hands and wiping them on the white and pink robe Pattie bought you for your last birthday, you unfolded a towel and tucked it a little inside John’s shirt collar like if he were a baby and the towel a bib.

He said nothing, just curiously observed your movements.

The next step was to get the brush and the foam.

“This is the easy part,” John remarked.

“Shut up”

Applying the foam to the skin was weirdly satisfying.

Since you were a perfectionist and didn’t have the pressure of being under a deadline, you took care of it in your stride. John was right, this was the easy part, but you enjoyed it and wouldn’t move on to the next part before you knew it was spread uniformly.

In fact, as the moment approached, you could feel yourself getting a bit nervous. But you wouldn’t let him know. You’d have him protesting and torturing you with harsh comments and complaints for weeks if something went wrong.

“You’re staring” you muttered some time later, concentrated on loading the brush with more foam.

For the last couple of minutes he’d been quiet, looking at you intensely the entire time. It didn’t bother you, but even though it wasn’t unpleasant you’d always found something to chat about.

Silence with him felt unfamiliar, that’s all.

“What made you fall for me?” he suddenly asked.

“Huh?” you scowled, and briefly stopped what you were doing.

Nothing was weird about the question itself, it just caught you by surprise.

John lifted his chin again for you to continue to lather his face, though his expression was showing he awaited a response. Yours turned warm.

“Your scent” you finally said.

“What?“ John wanted to laugh. But again, he didn’t capture an ounce of stutter in your voice. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah”

“By that logic you could’ve fallen for another man wearing the same cologne”

“But that’s the truth” you promised, face breaking in a pure side smile.

“Explain that to me” he chuckled, honestly baffled.

The mockery in his tone didn’t fool you. You were convinced by the sparkle in his eyes that his heart was definitely beating faster.

John and you met in the most boring and random way.

Your cousin worked as an engineer in Abbey Road Studios and one day he happened to forget his lunch at home, so he sneakily rang you to please go get it. Already leaving the building after dropping by to give it to him, you two passed each other by a whisker.

It was the delicious trail of his scent what made you look up to him.

Thanks to Paul, who stopped you just because he found your face familiar —you reminded him of your cousin, with whom he had a cordial relationship, so when you told him you were indeed related he was very happy to hear about it—, John was able to engage in a conversation with you to introduce himself before you had to go.

“It’s what made me turn my head to look at you”

“Oh, you mean when you nearly broke your neck desperate to check me out?”

“You’re dumb” you laughed, hitting him on the shoulder.

He felt the happiest man seeing you laugh because of him.

Every shared moment with you he treasured it. Tour, the number of insane hours he spent in the studio, all kinds of responsibilities of being in the most famous band on the planet took him away from you.

“Here we go”

John blinked at your words and paid attention again.

The sight of the safety razor within your power concerned him truly.

“Bird,”

You shook your head. “We’re doing it”

“Be careful. I lost count of how much my face is worth”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling.

“Fans are too blinded by their obsession at this point to care if you have minor cuts for a while” you joked.

Warily, with the razor upon his face, you did the first swipe very cautiously.

Despite the light tremble of your hand you handled it pretty well, but the second you pulled the razor away, you unintentionally ended up nicking his flesh by doing it too quickly.

John hissed.

“You hurt me!”

“I’m so sorry” you hurried to say.

“Have some sense!” he cried as his face twisted.

Whatever confidence you had to carry such simple job disappeared.

“I’ve never done this before!” you defended yourself. The reddening on your cheeks due to the embarrassment never felt hotter. “Let me see”

Just how insignificant the scratch was made you want to scream. It wasn’t even bleeding.

You hit him again, it wasn’t an aggressive punch, but it was harder than the one you delivered earlier.

“You’re a bloody crybaby! You scared me for nothing” you huffed.

“Forgive me for feeling pain” he whined, giving quite the attitude.

“You sound like a five-year-old” you dropped the razor next to the hand soap and crossed your arms in annoyance. “Let me know when you’re done recovering”

John wrapped his skilled long fingers around your wrist.

“Come here”

Words weren’t needed most of the time for you two to communicate, so when he brought you closer you positioned yourself on his lap with your legs around his waist because you knew that was what he was seeking.

That and your chests coming together.

“I’m sorry, love, it was just unexpected”

Admiring your unmistakable daintiness, John couldn’t fight the desire of leaning in to kiss you.

It confused and disconcerted him when you tilted your head back with repulse. He couldn’t deny to himself he even felt hurt.

“What” his eyes scanned yours, trying to understand why you were denying him.

“The Santa beard has to go first”

He giggled and found himself sighing in relief afterwards.

“You love me, right?” John asked closing his eyes when you were ready to go for another stroke, once you were finished rinsing the razor.

Your hand remained suspended in mid-air.

It’d be hypocrite if you said you weren’t a sucker for attention, but John was exceptional; he didn’t love himself, his jokes about him being a genius were continuous although those who knew him well knew he thought so little of him, he suffered in the past and was still suffering because of the actions he carried out years ago that haunted him at night absorbing whatever good thoughts or feelings he could be experiencing, eating them up and leaving him in a darkened room without a single hole for the air to flow through.

John deserved to be happy.

“I do love you, Johnny. Why’d you ask that?” you questioned with your heart racing.

Didn’t you show it enough for him to know?

You were tense and he sensed it. Without opening his eyes, he smirked and squeezed your thighs for you to simmer down.

“I love hearing you say it, that’s all”

You stared at him adoringly.

“And I love you too,” he said, that smirk still there.

“I know you do”

Throughout the rest of the procedure you two remained mute, each immersed in your thoughts.

John kept catching himself smiling as he felt you tenderly patting moisturizer on the areas where you had previously shaved the hair.

“What’s so funny?”

That only made him laugh louder. He finally opened his eyes to stare directly into yours.

The stress they were under because of the band was impossible to measure, but he looked so carefree, cheerful and relaxed now. The almost childish expression on his face was contagious, and you were soon smiling like an idiot not knowing why.

“What?” you repeated, giggling.

“I’m just thinking of how excited you were about shaving me. From now on you won’t be as much because I’m definitely counting on you to do it for the rest of eternity”

You just shook your head, thick strands of hair that were no longer tied in the bun waving across your face with the action.

John looked down at you with ablaze eyes.

Matching the mischevious grin attached to his lips you put your arms around him and kissed him fervently. He held your face with both hands and calmly let one reach for your waist. As he pulled you even closer, you moved yours to stroke the back of his neck.

“You feel so soft” you murmured, your fingers complacently touching his cheek.

John returned the smile and rose from the chair with you still on his arms.

“Next time it’s me turn”

He grinned big, and that’s when you knew where he wanted to shave you.

“No fucking way. I won’t let you”

“Love, it’s not like I—”

“It’s off-limits”

“So you’re allowed to shave my face, that ironically people will get to see no matter what, whereas your—“

“Stop it there” you couldn’t believe he actually meant it. Right, if you’d have fucked it up the whole world would have known because it’s his face, but that’s not an argument strong enough for him to use and have the freedom to try because he’d be the only one to see it if he fucked up. “If I say no it means no”

“You’re using that now? When I told you earlier I didn’t want to at first you coaxed me into—“

You gave him a peck on the lips to stop him from talking, pausing to throw a towel in his face, and ran as far as possible because you were at the very losing end of the conversation.

John raised an eyebrow.

“Two can play at this game”

You bit your lip and purposedly let him catch you in the kitchen after playing hide and seek for five minutes.

Coming to a conclusion that it was pretty late, you walked to the bedroom together swinging arms and talking about whether to have breakfast the next day at home or visit a bar hidden in the suburb you used to frequent, where you knew you could have privacy.

You layed in bed entangling legs, facing each other, your head placed onto his chest.

John was the one to fall asleep first.

A huge smile was playing on your lips when you remembered you had John for yourself for four more days before he had to go back to being a Beatle.

You drifted off soon after, heart full.

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zigtheeortega · 4 years

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“’cause we're collectin' moments; tattoos on my mind”

pairing: raleigh x mc

@choicesmarchchallenge

word count: 2,071

song inspiration: sometimes - ariana grande

tag list: @violinet ; @bloodxbound ; @dadrianraines ; @mentallych-ill-desi ; @adrixnrxines ; @roguemal

author’s note: the lyric (that’s the title) from sometimes inspired this fic! i love raleigh sm. also sorry for the double post it just lined up that way lmfao. also sorry if this is an unpopular opinion, but i dont care for the platinum mc so i decided to make her more of what i thought raleigh’s type of girl would be (lmao). anyways, hope u enjoy!!!

She tripped over a large crack in the sidewalk, almost wiping out completely, but Raleigh’s strong grip managed to keep her going.

“C’mon, Dom, they’re gaining on us!” he laughed, whisking her through the street, cutting through an alleyway.

He stopped abruptly and pulled her close, a mischievous grin on his face. He held a finger to her mouth, and cocked his head in the direction of the street.

The paparazzi sprinted by, not even glancing in the direction of the dimly lit alley. The shuffling of their feet faded into distant patters.

Raleigh tiptoed to the opening of the alley and peeked his head around the damp brick wall, before jogging back to the shadows, the smile from before still lingering on his lips. “Coast is clear.”

“So what now, genius?”

He chuckled, hugging her close with one arm draped lazily around her shoulder. She could smell the cheap tequila on his breath, a reminder of their rendezvous at the sketchy bar.

She leaned into his touch, the buzz not quite wearing off yet. The alcohol weighed her head down, and before she knew it, she rested it on his shoulder.

“Well, I haven’t done anything truly reckless in a while. Gotta keep the bad boy image up,” he said, sliding his arm down to her waist.

“Are you gonna explain what that means exactly?” she laughed.

“You might not think it now, but I used to be a goodie-goodie,” he started, guiding her towards the opening in the alley. “When I first started in Sunset Skatepark, I was supposed to be absolutely perfect, and tattoos were a huge part of that, believe it or not.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re lying.”

“Honest to God, I’m not lying. I wanted them so bad that I got any old stick and poke that was offered to me, which I don’t recommend at all,” he shook his head. “Obviously they’ve been covered up since then by these beauties,” he gestured to the arm wrapped snugly around her. “But I miss the spontaneity.”

“You, Raleigh Carrera, miss spontaneity? Mr. Publicity Stunt? Mr. Dating to Get the Tabloids On His Side?”

“I know it sounds crazy, Dom, but I miss being kind of secretive. Getting a tiny stick and poke where no one could see was exhilarating.” She looked up at him, and his face was bright.

His face was reminiscent of the past, a hint of gratification that she knew he hadn’t felt in a long time. Raleigh had always struggled with being truly content with his life, and she knew that their whirlwind romance was something to fill his void, as harsh as that sounded.

She couldn’t imagine what he’d been through. She’d gotten a taste of the high life, and she was exhausted. Knowing that, she didn’t mind being the person to fill in the cracks, clinging to the pieces to keep it together.

He used chaos as escapism, as a way to outrun the parasitic tendrils of the industry, the burden that came with being a household name, and the inevitable role model title that came with it.

She knew he was chasing a high that he could never sustain, and if feeding into his law-bending fantasies was the way to bring out the best in Raleigh, she would do it no matter the cost.

“So you want us to get party tattoos?” She finished, and his features twisted into a sheepish expression, one that was foreign on his face. He wasn’t one to get beaten to the punchline, so he seemed surprised by her willingness to match his energy.

“What do you know about party tattoos?” He smirked, his curiosity piqued.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out… eventually.”

He quirked a brow and leaned back, glancing at her lower back.

“I’m not saying a word,” she giggled, grabbing onto the hand draped around her waist, intertwining their fingers.

They rounded the corner and spotted the neon sign of the tattoo parlor down the road from them.

“You sure about this? Tattoos are permanent, you know. Plus we’re not exactly in the right mindset for this.”

“I’m sure.”

They walked in silence for a while, the only sound between them the tapping of her heels on the concrete sidewalk.

He pulled on the handle, and the small silver bells attached to the inside of the door jingled, and a gruff-looking man covered in tattoos looked up from the magazine he was reading. Luckily enough, it had to be Raleigh’s most recent cover.

His eyes widened, and Raleigh stopped him almost immediately. “I’d really appreciate it if you could keep this between us. We had to outrun the paparazzi a few minutes ago, and we really wanted a night to ourselves.”

The man looked starstruck, so Raleigh continued. “I’ll pay extra to rent out the shop for an hour or two.”

He shook his head, finally finding his words. “No need, Mr. Carrera. I’d only request an autograph, and maybe a picture to show my wife, if you wouldn’t mind. She’s a huge fan.”

Raleigh flashed him his most charming smile. “You got it.” He grabbed a sharpie and the magazine, while the man switched off the open sign and locked the front door.

“You want me to make it out to anyone in particular, sir?” He asked, signing his name with a flourish.

“Yeah, could you make it out to Linda?”

“Of course,” he smiled, a few strands of hair falling in front of his face while he concentrated on the message he was scrawling.

The man led them to a back room, and sanitized his station before sliding on a pair of gloves.

“How do you want to do this?” Excitement glimmered in his eyes, and warmth spread throughout her chest.

“I thought it could be a surprise,” she said, already locking in on an idea.

“You read my mind,” he grinned. He stripped his shirt off quickly, his lean torso flexing as he shimmied off his top. She tried diverting her eyes, but to no avail. He caught her staring, a hint of hunger in his look.

She sat just outside the room on a small leather couch, thumbing through Raleigh’s magazine shoot and interview to keep herself company while the needle buzzed in the other room. The interview was alien to her; he was keeping true to his public image, but it was so different than the side of Raleigh he’d allowed her to see.

She pitied the public who’d never get Raleigh to be truly candid and vulnerable with them.

Soon enough, he was done, and it was concealed from her eyes by the small bandage.

“I have an idea of where I want it, but I’m not so sure what I need to do…” she trailed off, not knowing how to approach an underboob tattoo. Was it appropriate to keep the shirt on? To take it off? Should she just take her bra off?

“If it’s anywhere near your chest, you’ll have to take your bra off. You can keep your shirt on as long as you keep it above the area we’ll be tattooing,” the man said professionally, and it eased her mind.

Raleigh watched from the doorway as she unhooked her bralette and slipped it through the arm of her shirt. His eyes were trained on her as she laid down on the table, lifting her top to right underneath her nipple. She didn’t mind him watching her; a heat bloomed in her stomach when she truly realized how her body commanded his.

“Go sit down,” she said, shooing him away. He chuckled, raising his hands up in front of him, before plopping on the same leather couch she had sat minutes before.

She described the tattoo to him, and he looked at her like she was crazy. It was simple, but so reckless. Something she wouldn’t have even entertained the idea of a few months prior. But something that seemed so natural and… right.

The machine punctured her skin, stinging in a way that was a comfortable pain – therapeutic, even. She winced, sighing as the needle passed across her rib bone.

“I have to go back over it one more time, and I’ll be done. You’re doing great,” he said under his breath, intently focused on maintaining the steadiness of his grip on the machine.

She gritted her teeth as he passed over the tender skin again, sucking her breath in.

“You okay?” Raleigh called from the other room, concern laced through the raspy bass of his voice.

“I’m great,” she replied, gripping her shirt above her bra.

“You’re all done,” he said, rubbing a thin layer of a sticky substance on her skin before taping a small bandage over it. “I’m putting petroleum jelly on this. Don’t take the bandage off till this time tomorrow.”

Within a couple of minutes, Raleigh handed over cash and a hefty tip to the artist, and they were out of the door.

It was nearly 2 a.m., and her thoughts seemed clearer, the cloudy haze of tequila beginning to fade. They walked leisurely down the empty road.

The street lamps were illuminating small patches of the road, the stretches of darkness more prevalent than light. The apartments and small shops were closed – they were the only people outside.

He stopped her underneath the bright bulb of the lamp nearest to them, and grinned. “Were you planning on showing me what you got at some point?”

“Yeah, but only if you do it first,” she replied, barely able to think straight. Her eyes grazed over his features as he looked down on her, taking in the soft shadows left on his tanned skin, his jawline and exposed collarbone looking especially sharp under the yellow light.

“Alright, that’s fair.” He pulled up his shirt, before peeling back the tape and the bandage with it. He’d gotten a tiny cloud tattooed right above the paragraph of text on his ribcage.

“What does it mean?”

His eyes glimmered despite the dim lighting. “You’re the only person in this world that makes me feel like I’m more than what I pretend to be. And you’re the only person who’s really seen the real me, and makes me feel like I’m… worth something, you know? I feel like I’m weightless, like I’m floating when I’m with you. Like I’m dreaming. Like my head is in the clouds, but in the best way.”

He reached out to stroke her cheek, and she leaned into his hand. He pressed his lips against hers softly, and she chuckled once. He pulled back, eyeing her. “I never thought I’d see this side of you, but I’m so glad it’s my secret to keep.”

He grinned, and reapplied his bandage, gesturing for her to take her turn.

She pulled her shirt and bra up, just enough for the bandage to be free. She lifted the tape, revealing two letters: R.C.

His eyes widened. She could tell he was momentarily stunned, so she jumped right in.

“My whole life I’ve felt average. Just another girl chasing a dream that she’d never achieve because she sounded and looked like every other girl that she was competing with. You changed my life. One in a Million was my ticket, but you were the one who gave that to me.

“I never wanted to be ‘boring’. I was just cautious. Comfortable. Safe. You’ve brought out a side of me that I never thought I could be, because you believed in me. I could spend a lifetime thanking you, but I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“So you branded yourself with my initials?” He said, still stunned, but the look on his face had softened significantly.

“And you got a tattoo inspired by me, too. What’s the difference?” She smiled and sniffled, scrubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I guess we belong to each other now,” he said, before sweeping her up into his arms and kissing her fervently, the distant sounds of the city keeping them grounded.

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brashashxao · 4 years

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The Two Sides Of Kai (PT 2)

🖤 Genre: Smut

🖤 Rating: M

🖤 Pairing: Kim Jongin aka Kai X Reader

🖤 Synopsis: You had a fun night with Kai when suddenly he stops talking to you, that is until he sees you out with Baekhyun.

🖤 Word Count: 2,095k

🖤 Warnings: this story contains strong language, smut, and mentions of sex without a condom

**Writer’s note: Hey guys! thanks for checking out part two of my smutty Jongin story i hope you enjoy! Please look forward to more concoctions i have brewing in my head. im thinking of writing about Kim Namjoon aka RM from BTS next! hes my ultimate bias!**

Annoyed. I couldn't feel anything but irritable and annoyed. It had been almost a month since the moment i thought i shared with Kai. I was settling in well in my new position with SM, but it all felt so empty. I spent my days trying hard to avoid Kai like he was definitely avoiding me. I even decided to chat with the other members of exo without Kai present. Did i really let a guy I barely knew seduce me and not talk to me again? Well at least i got some amazing head out of it. And boy was it amazing. It was so hard to concentrate on anything other than the feel of Kai’s soft lips moving across my body. Right Before my mind got me into a place I couldn't get out of, i heard a soft knock on my office door.

“Hey y/n” a pause “Can I come in?” I’d recognize that voice anywhere, “Sure Becky” i playfully referred to Baekhyun as, “what’s up?” I ask straightening myself in my chair. Baekhyn moved into my office with an unsure look on his face, “um excuse me but would you like to go grab a late dinner?” he asked. Baekhyun had quickly become one of my best friends, he and Chanyeol. “Of course” i say peering down at my watch. 9pm. “I could use a pick me up, and I’m starving” A wide smile spreads across his face. “Great let’s go” he says smiling brightly.

We head down to the Sum Cafe. Baekhun tells me to find a seat while he uses the restroom. I pick up my menu. I must have been so submerged in reading it that i dont notice when Baekhyun sits in the booth across from me. “So what happened with you and Jongin?” Baekhyun asks carefully. I shoot up and stare at him unable to reply. “I mean i just figure something is wrong because every since the night he showed you around i haven't seen you guys even glimpse at each other” he says twirling his straw around in his water. I sigh and run my hand over my face.”That obvious?” I ask. “No just for someone like me who knows Jogin pretty well, yes.” Baekhyun says.

The jingle of the cafe door sounds and i sense him before he even walks in, I smell him before the wind even has the chance to catch his silver strands in the soft breeze. He’s here. I must have visibly stilled because Baekhyun looks at me with a slight hint of worry. He then furrows his brows as if he was able to put the connection together. As if on cue Baekhyun turns around and flags Kai down. Kai turns visibly upset and i wonder if i am the cause. As Kai struts over to us i can’t help but stare in awe at his long lean legs. “Snap out of it y/n” I scold myself.

Baekhyun sports the widest smile known to man and I can't help but smile back. His smile is very contagious. But I guess from the outside it looked as if we were smiling warmly at each other, because the next words out of Kai’s mouth stung us both. “Already found someone else to fuck huh?” he says to me as he stares his best friend down. “What?” Baekhyun says standing defensively in front of me. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Baekhyun yells. I just sat there stunned to silence. “Then tell me what is this?” he says pointing the table and us. “We’re out having a meal, that’s what. Friends can eat together can't they?” Kai tilts his head to the side to look at me from around Baekhyun’s rigid body. “Is that true?” kai says and i know he's talking to me but i can’t look him in the eyes. “I'm talking to you?” he says quieter. “How about you show her some respect” i hear Baekhyun say. Kai scoffs and i feel him back away taking my heart with him. “Whatever” he mutters then disappears as quickly as he came. “Thank you Becky” i say standing, wiping my mouth on my napkin. I offer him a small smile. “He isn't usually like this” baekhyun whispers. “Maybe you have that effect on him” he says with a small smirk.

Outside the crisp cool air feels like heaven. The tension became so thick back at the restaurant that it was getting hard to breathe. I round the corner and head back to my dorm, but not before I see Kai standing against a brick wall hands jammed in his pockets with his head against the wall. He's dressed in black track pants, black T shirt and black jacket. Even at night with the dim light coming from the street lamp above us i can make out all of his perfect features. He opened his eyes and sees me, I instantly wish i had the power of teleportation. He stalks over to me and pulls me into a deep kiss.

I painfully pry myself from his grasp and yell at him, “NO!” I scream “You don’t get to treat me like i don't exist and then kiss me like I'm the only girl on earth!” I don’t even notice the tears burning my eyes until I felt them roll down my cheek. He was so confusing. “Look y/n” he says as smooth as butter, “I’m sorry, things just happened so quick with us, it scared me,” he says. You can say that again i think to myself. “And the way you treated Baekhyun?” I say, “he didn’t deserve that kai” i say. “Jongin and I know” he says running his fingers through his hair. He brushes my hair out of my face and wipes a rogue tear. “Are these because of me?” he asks quietly. “Yes Kai they are” I say holding nothing back. “Jongin, let me walk you home?” he asked hopeful. “I’m not that far, i can walk myself Kai.” I answer back. “Jongin, Please? y/n” he says eyes pleading. “Come on” I say as we walk down the chilly seoul streets.

“This is me” i say turning to him. He insisted on making sure i got in okay. Before I could thank him, he pulls me close and crashed his lips on mine. The familiar electric feeling courses through me and Jongin shivers into my lips as if he felt it to. He presses his body close to mine and im flush to his body. He moves his tongue across my lips begging for entry. I open for him. He caresses my cheeks and tongue, he flicks his tongue across my lips. Holding onto my ass he presses his mouth even closer to mine, as if he needs me to breathe. Panting he pulls away, I have no doubt that my lips are swollen, just by looking at his swollen plump lips. “Aren’t you going to invite me in y/n?” he says with a sly grin across her his perfect features. There goes another pair of my panties I say to myself.

I don’t have time to react as I key in my entry code, before his lips are on mine again. In a heated frenzy we make our way to my bedroom and he kicks the door open and he backs me up to my bed then sits me softly down. He stands before me and I blush uncontrollably. He slowly, painfully slow removes his jacket and shirt. He then pushes me down and slides my pants off. “Already so wet for me y/n” he says breathing me in. He places an array of perfect kisses down my thighs as he slides my shoes off. He then kiss his way back up my thighs and stops before my covered mound. “So sweet y/n” he says and it's taking everything inside of me not to come right then and there. He kisses my panties and slides them off. When he looks up and sees my wet womanhood he reaches and grabs his erection. “Fuck you look so good laid out like this y/n like a buffet all for me” he says hungrily. He flicked my clit with his tongue and moans. “You taste so fucking good y/n” he whispers. He moves his tongue flat and expertly plunges it in and out of me. I grab his head as i see stars. I moan and whithe underneath him. He laps at my core like a puppy drinking water. I sigh dramatically when he inserts two slender fingers inside of me. He begins pumping in and out of me as he licks my sensitive clit. “Come for me y/n” Jongin orders in a thick husky voice right before he sinks his velvety tongue inside me again. I suddenly feel a ball of heat building and bubbling inside of me. I turn my head back and forth on the pillow as i feel heat searing through my body. “Oh my god i’m going to come!” I shout out. My body releases and i see fireworks, actual fucking fireworks.

“Good girl” he says to me. He looks up at me and licks his lips tasting my juices as they coat his perfect face. He kisses his way up my body and takes a nipple in his mouth. He playfully bites down and i can't help the giggle that escaped my mouth. He caresses my other nipple with his soft hands as he licks and flicks my other nipple with his tongue. “Please, Jongin i want to feel you inside of me” i say voice coated with need. “Are you sure y/n?” he asks. I don't need time to think as I shake my head violently yes.

He reaches down and frees himself from his pants. He stands and pulls his spandex boxers down and my eyes nearly bulge out of my head. This man is simply perfect. His lean torso cuts at a nice V shaped exposing his abs to me. A small patch of curls cover his massive cock. My mouth nearly waters at the sight of it. His toned thighs complete the most beautiful body i have ever seen. He flopped back down on me and we both laugh. “I love it when you laugh y/n, now i want to hear you scream” he says seductively.

He grabs his cock and steadies it at my entrance. Without warning he eases into me, i let out a huge moan and he captures my mouth in his. I can feel him stretching me as he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. He doesn't move at first giving my body a chance to readjust to his girth and length. As soon as our eyes meet I wink letting know its okay to continue. He plunges in and out of me deeply thrusting. “My god y/n you’re so tight baby and so wet” he says in my ears as he continues his wreck on my body. I feel the tap tap of his balls slapping against me. Jongin grunts and sinks his teeth into my shoulder while holding onto my back for dear life. His cock stretches and prods my womanhood with quick thrusts. “So good-can’t last much longer y/n” he says breathlessly. Nothing matters anymore when i feel him reaching a sensitive spot within me I didn't know was there. “I'm going to come jongin” I yell out. “Me too baby me too” he sighs into my skin. My orgasm catapults into me and I shudder harshly. I am breathless from barely clinging to consciousness. I feel the warmth of his semen flow inside of me as he grunts and spews profanity.

He collapsed on the bed next to me covered my body with his sleepy form. “That was insatiable y/n” he says with a lopsided grin on his face. He sighed and stood up to stretch giving me a view of his unbelievable naked body. “Shower?” he asks me questioningly. I'm too sore to move, just as I open my mouth he says “we can go for round 3”. “We haven’t even had round two yet” I say with a slight smile in my voice. “Oh I know I’m just preparing for the inevitable” he smiles at me. I jump up and race him to the shower. I could get use to this, I laugh to myself.

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