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luvyeni · 3 months

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10 DAYS TO FALL IN LOVE — chapter 12. got the girl !

word count. 1.4k+ content warning. oral ( f. receiving ), unprotected sex, fluff

— 💌 authors note. last chapter, let's go ❤️‍🔥, thank you reading !!!

Your legs bounced up and down nervously as you waited for heeseung to show up — the cat sitting in your lap jumping off your leg due to the shaking. “im sorry jumi, mommy is just nervous.”

The cat meowed walking out of the room — running towards the door as your door bell buzzed, making you jump up. You slowly open the door, walking out of your room, into the kitchen where the door was — opening it.

Heeseung nervously rang the doorbell — he was finally getting the chance he wanted, but he was sweating bullets and it felt like his heart was gonna fall into his ass, but he couldn’t help but get amped up at the thought of finally having you.

The door slowly opened and he couldn’t help himself — pushing it fully open, making you step back, but he a grabbed your arm, pulling you into his arms hugging you tightly. “I love you so much.” He whispered, grabbing your face, pulling you into a feverish kiss.

“fuck you don’t understand how much I love you.” He said breathlessly, pulling you back into a kiss. His hand came down to your waist, guiding you into the house closing to door to your apartment with his foot. His hands came down to the thighs, lifting you up, taking you into your bedroom, not even bothering to close the door.

“Heeseung.” You breathlessly said as he gently put you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours. “I love you too.” He looked into your eyes, his hand caressing your face, kissing your lips. “Gonna show you how much I love you.”

He kissed your chin, then your neck — you sighed in pleasure as he left little kisses against your sweet spot. “so precious baby.” He whispered in your ear. “making such pretty noises for me.” He sat up, instructing you to lift up your arms so he could take your shirt off. “im not wearing a bra.” He smirked at your widened eyes. “even better princess.” He lifted your shirt over your head, your perky tits on display making his mouth water.

“Need to suck on them.” He grabbed one of your boobs, putting his mouth on your nipple — rolling it around in his mouth. “hee-heeseung.” You moaned as he sucked and licked at your nipples, your body jerking against him at the sensation. “hee-heeseung I need you.”

Hearing you moan his name like that made his cock jump in his sweats, finally releasing your boob. “So pretty baby.” He grabbed the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down — your pink panties with a cute little bow on it, he smiled. “cute baby.”

You tried to cover your face in embarrassment, but he quickly caught your hands. “no no, don’t hide from me princess.” He said putting your hands down, leaning down in between to kiss your stomach, slowly making his way down, leaving little red marks over your stomach.

He reached your panty line, looking up at you through his lashes, waiting for your permission. As soon as you nodded, he pulled your panties down your leg, revealing your soaked cunt. “fuck baby.” He groaned, leaning down inhaling your scent. “sh-shit you smell so good.” You moaned at his words. “need to taste you.” He kissed the inside of your thighs, making you squirm around. “calm down princess.” He held your waist down. “gonna eat your pretty pussy now.”

He kissed your folds, licking a stripe against your cunt making you moan out. “so sensitive baby.” He smirked, repeating his actions over and over— kitty licking your clit until you grabbed a fist full of his hair. “pl-please, i-i need more.” You moaned, pressing his face closer into your cunt, feeling his tongue prodding at your hole. “fu-fuck heeseung.”

He shoved his tongue as deep as he could go, his nose bumping against your clit. i-i— oh my god.” You gasped as you felt one of his long fingers slowly entering you. “hee-heeseung.” You panted, he smiled. “feels good princess?” you nodded. “gotta stretch you out, so you can take my cock.” He added a another finger, kissing your clit as he fingered you. “heeseung-shit- heeseung im gonna cum.” You moaned out, almost screaming as he curled his fingers, hitting that gummy spot. “fu-fuck im cumming!”

He opened his mouth, letting your juices fill his mouth, getting his fill, drinking up everything your precious body had to offer him. “Fu-fuck baby, you taste so good.” He smiled, his lips glossed over. “You came so much, good girl.”

He toyed with your sensitive clit, using his other hand to pull his sweats down enough to let his hard cock out, stroking his cock, his tip a firetruck red dripping with pre-cum. “gonna take my cock aren’t you?” you bit your lip, intimidating by the size. “it’s so big, i've never done this before.”

He smirked hearing you actually admit it — jumping on the inside that he’d be the first person to have you — first and hopefully only after this. “don’t worry that pretty little head princess.” You whined as he rubbed up and down your folds. “I got you.”

He teased your hole with his tip, pushing it in making you mewl. “you ready baby?” you nodded and he slowly pushed himself inside of you, stretching your poor cunt out. “heeseung, sh-shit!”

He finally bottomed out, groaning as he felt your cunt around his cock. “sh-shit baby.” He grunted, both of his hands resting at the side of your head. “Your little pussy is barely letting my cock out, relax baby, let me take care of you.” He gave you a little kiss on the corner of your lips, pulling away. “hee-heeseung, please move.”

He pulled out, pushing himself back inside your cunt, rocking his hips slowly against yours. “oh fuck baby, your pussy is so addicting.” He held your legs up, hitting a new angle. “can’t let nobody have you after this.”

You were a moaning mess as he sped up his thrust, your tits bouncing at the impact. “hee-heeseung -yes fuck!” you screamed as he hit a deeper angel.

“My naughty girl.” He smirked, his hand coming down to rub your clit. “you gonna cum for me?” he cooed. “give me all you got right?” You nodded, feeling your orgasm building up. “m'gonna cum.” You whined. “Go a head princess, cum for me.”

He pushed deep inside you— your mouth dropped open, eyes widened as you came with a cry. “there you go princess -fuck- cum for me.” He groaned, slowly rocking his hips as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Fu-fuck I love you so much.” He groaned deeply into your ear. “tell me you love me.” He said, grabbing a hold of your hand. “tell me.” You felt another orgasm coming. “I-I l-love you.” You stuttered out. “Fu-fuck heeseung im gonna cum again.”

“Sh-shit me too, let’s -fuck- let’s cum together.” He groaned, thrusting deeply triggering both of your orgasms. “fuck!” both of you moaned out as you came, his load shooting into your waiting hole. “oh fuck.” He pulled out, some of his cum spurting on your folds. “sh-shit , so pretty.”

He quietly got off the bed, helping you up into the bathroom, running you a warm bath, sitting in there with you, washing your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He helped you out, drying your hair and body, before putting his shirt over your body. “let’s get you into bed okay?”

He carried you to bed, laying next to you in silence — your head on resting on his chest, leaving little kisses. “you’re so cute.” He giggled, making you smile. “I really do love you yn.” He spoke up. “I think i've loved you since I was that nerdy 13 year old boy.” He confessed. “and I really want to give this a try.”

“I love you too heeseung.” You sat up, his arms still wrapped around your waist. “im sorry im so uptight, I just don’t want you to do anything and get hurt.” You said playing with your fingers. “i'll stop, i swear i'll try my hardest, I never want to cause stress in your life.”

“I don’t expect you to stop right away, I just want you to make an effort.” You said. “I will I promise.” He said caressing your face. “So can we give this a chance?” you smile nodding, he grabbed both sides of your face, bringing you into a kiss. “I finally got the girl i've waited half my life for.” You laughed. “you mean the one you followed around then annoyed for half your life?” he shrugged.

“either way I got the girl I wanted.”

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brunossan · 5 months

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RWBY JAUNE WITCH HUNTER AU

Part 3: Jaune and The Girls

*in the Last Episode, Jaune Arc discovered that Witches have a way to find their mates by seeing a certain light in someone's eyes. Now, this Witch Hunter apprentice is The mate of 4 Witches: Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna and Weiss Schnee.*

*Now, The Narrator is gonna let Jaune tell How he is right now. After all, in The time of this AU, one week has passed.*

Jaune: Hum... I am supposed to read something?

*no, Jaune. Just Tell me, How this week has been.*

Jaune: Oh! Its... Been great. Im living pretty well actually.

*So They are treating you well?*

Jaune: I mean... In their own way. *Blushes.*

*If you do not feel ashamed, Tell me. How They are with you?*

Jaune: Can i Tell in Order? *The Narrator nods* Ok. I Will start with Ruby. She is gentle, kind and Very cute. And she loves weapons. Like, a lot!

flashback on

Ruby: Here, right here. *She shows her scythe to Jaune, focusing on The Blade* You see? Its getting blind.

Jaune: Blind?

Ruby: It means The Blade is getting Weaker. But with my Magic, i can revigorate It. *she uses her wand and The Blade is shining like New* See? Good as New!

Jaune: That's Very cool!

Flashback off

Jaune: And that night i discovered that It also affects organic things.

flashback on

Jaune: *panting, no clothes on bed* Ruby... Please... No more... Its been 6 times already... The others are gonna get angry...

Ruby: *on top of him, with a grinning Smile* Well, I was the one to bring you here. And I convinced Yang that you would Last The entire night in my First time so...

*she Takes her wand and touches The tip of his Dick with It. Without any further Warning, The massive dong rises again, Ruby smiling in a pervert way, while Jaune looks terrified.*

Ruby: Get ready for more 4 rounds of riding.

Flashback off

Jaune: Yeah... Ruby can be cute and kind. But in bed... I must pray to survive her lusy.

*And The other girls?*

Jaune: Oh, yeah. Well, Blake is like a cat. She is serious, acts like Nothing matters but... She has a Very cute and needy Side too.

Flashback on

Jaune: Is that... Cat ears?

Blake: Yep. *Reading an erotic book, sitting by his Side in The couch* I use to hide them in a bow, as Its a way Witch Hunters finds either Witches like me or Familiars.

*Jaune looks at her cat ears, an urge growing Inside of him. Blake notices his looks, grabbing its hand and putting it in her Head.*

Blake: Listen. If you ever Tell anyone that i like being petted, i Will turn you into a Frog And dissecate you. Got It?

Jaune: ... I got It.

Blake: Good. Now you can pet me.

*Jaune moves his Hand in Blake's Head, patting her. The Black haired girl then lets a small and cute purr, while clinging in The Blonde one*

Blake: You know, you have a good talent with hands.

Jaune: I was the best at polishing armors and giving massages in The academy.

Blake: Massages? *She lays in his lap, letting her back visible to him, smiling in a smug way* The girls Will take her time to Go back, so How about you give me a special massage?~

*Jaune gulps, as he looks at her back and butt. He looks around, trying to see If They are truly alone. Suddenly, his neck is pulled by a Black cat tail, making him get on top of Blake's back, his crotch near her butt. She smiles as she feels his bulge grows beetween her buttcheeks*

Blake: Oh, so you are Anxious for that~

Flashback off

Jaune: Blake is The boldest of them all. And likes to take risks. Different of Weiss. Weiss is... A princess. She is Very bossy and its on Command of everything. But there's The thing. She... Knows How to motivate everyone.

Flashback on.

*Jaune is swordfighting with Weiss in The forest, The girl overpowering him with its Rapier. Suddenly, with a fast cut, Weiss disarmed him, slicing its rusty armor in half. Jaune drops his Sword, putting his hand up*

Jaune: I surrender.

Weiss: Good. *she makes her Sword disappear* Its Very rare for a Witch Hunter to surrender.

Jaune: Im not totally a Witch Hunter, you know.

Weiss: Yes That's why i Said It, dolt. *she cleans her hands*. You need to improve If you wanna have a chance against me. Or anyone.

Jaune: I got it... *He turns around, going towards The house.*

Weiss: Where are you going?

Jaune: Im tired. I wanna rest. *he bumps into an Ice wall* ouch!

Weiss: You are not tired. I can Sense it. Come here and Tell me what's wrong.

Jaune: Im saying im Fine! Its not enough?

*Weiss opens its arms, Jaune dont understanding any of this. Suddenly, an Ice Pillar pushes him towards her, The girl embracing The taller One in a gentle hug.*

Jaune: W-weiss what are you doing? *He asks as he blushes, his Head in her chest*

Weiss: People used to treat you harsh, right? And your calming mechanism... Was hiding. Lying that you are tired Just for staying alone... *She touches his hair, stroking it.* And crying.

Jaune: I dont cry. Im Fine.

Weiss: Jaune... *She pulls him down, making him knee* You know that a week has passed and The light didnt faded away, right?

Jaune: ... Yeah.

Weiss: So dont be afraid of crying on my shoulder when you want to. Ok? You are my mate, our mate. And... I wont think you are weak If you show me your feelings.*

*Jaune Arc stopped resisting The hug and started letting himself be embraced by Weiss arms, all while sunking its Head in her shoulders and, in silence, letting The tears flow. Weiss stroked his hair, while thinking that Maybe They werent so different after all.*

Flashback off

Jaune: I like that she is The Ice Witch but gives me The warmest hugs. Even in bed. Her favourite position is anyone where she can hold in me. In my opinion, i think she is The most clingy.

*I see that your Relationship with them has improved. But i have a question for you. And Yang? You still didnt talked about her.*

Jaune: Oh. Yang. Of course. Well... She is... Difficult. Very difficult. I dont think she likes me much. In fact we still didnt did... Anything. *Sigh* I still think she wants to Crush me.

*I as The Narrator knows everything. However, i cant Tell you much. All i can Tell to you its to be patient. Because you still need to Dig deeper Into her Heart.*

Jaune: Can you give me some advice?

*Unfortunally, only on next episode. Also, If someone wants to know something more about this séries, The Askbox and The comments are always open. See you later.*

*To be Continued...*

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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ahhh im trying to flesh out my idea quickly in hopes of getting a slot but may i pls request a nsfw fic with a rebellious prince law? maybe he’s sleeping with reader to protest an arranged marriage or something idk! but the king doesn’t approve! or an abuse of power? idk!!

hi!! of course!! I didn't know which gender you wanted reader to be so I chose GN! also for the "smut" I let a wheel spiner to chose if reader was going to afab or amab and the winner was afab. However, I tried to make it as neutral as possible so everybody can relate as much as they can to reader! Hope u like it and enjoy!! ❤

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆! 𝑳𝒂𝒘 𝒙 𝑮𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔

tw: nsfw. Gn! Reader, even if it was meant to be an afab! reader I tried to use neutral terms so I think it's pretty enjoyable for any sex! rough, shameless sex. slight abuse of power. no romance. rebellious Law. oral. overstimulation.

wc: 2.2k

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Oh, the rebellious little prince. As always, and since he had been a child, Law would never follow any rule. Though, King Doflamingo wouldn’t care until well past his teenagers years. Because little Law was now a man, and as a man he will have to fulfil his duty to ensure Dressrosa to have the best allies. And how? Well, he will have to marry a princess from another closer kingdom…

“NO! I flatly refuse to accept this marriage!” Law screams and hits the table with anger. “Say something to your son, Rosinante. This is his fucking duty!” King Donquixote protests back, sticking a knife to a steak -and breaking the fine porcelain plate under-.

Rosinante, younger brother of Doflamingo and Law’s dad, is a mute. And since that’s not “something proper of a King”, the next successor was meant to be Doflamingo’s nephew, Law. The blonde, clumsy and lovely man closes his eyes slowly, as if he wanted to offer some kind of an apology for his son’s behaviour. But in reality, as well as Law, Rosinante only wanted for his son to chose whoever his heart wanted to marry.

Law, who doesn’t wait for his dad to sign anything, stands up and walks away. The prince’s insults and grunts echo over the walls of the long halls of Dressrosa Palace. His dinner becomes cold, and he doesn’t care. Nothing matters the most than being free, and he frankly hated people… how does his uncle expect for him to marry someone?

While his long legs drag him to his room, he notices someone arranging some flowers on one of the many vases that decorate the castle. “You, what’s your name?” he asks, rather aggressively, pretty rare coming from him.

You let yellow camellias fall to the ground. Prince Law is talking to you, and he is demanding to know your name. Did you mess something up? Maybe he doesn’t like camellias?

“I- I’m (Name), my prince” you answer him back, instantly bowing to him and then crunching on the floor to pick the fresh flowers scattered at your feet.

“Name-ya, huh…” he mumbles, coming closer to you while scratches his goatee. His crotch gets dangerously closer to your face as you look up at him. His silver eyes, than now look more like gold as they shine with a different tint than a cold superior look. “You seem to be pretty clumsy even to put some flowers in a vase, don’t you?” he asks, cruelly. Law is nothing like that, but his anger and his need to violate the rules of royalty is taking the best of him.

You stutter, unable to move, with your nose a few inches from his crotch. Crotch that begins to show a bulge on the white fabric of his prince pants. “I- I’m really so- sorry, prince” you excuse yourself, but his frown intensifies and his inked hands -another sign of rebellious behaviour- tangle around your hair.

“Sorry? You should be assigned to a different area… a different type of job…” he says, shaking your head just a little to make your lips graze the zipper of his pants.

You tremble, is not that you didn’t wish to be closer to the prince someday, but this is pretty different from what your dreams have been regarding him. In fact, every person interested in men wants him, Law’s beauty and attractiveness is undeniable. He is, for sure, the most highly eligible gentleman throughout many kingdoms of the New World.

Law licks his lips, and a dangerously attractive but deadly smirk garnishes his mouth. “I know a good job that you could do and I’m sure you would be good at it” he exclaims, lifting you up by pulling from your hair.

You let a little whine slip out of your mouth, thing that definitely excites the prince even more. “Oh, let me hear those whimpers a little longer…” he says, dragging you to the first bedroom he finds along the hall.

“Ah! Perfect!” he chimes, pushing you against the biggest bed you have ever seen in your whole life… the bed of King Donquixote. “I- my prince… we cannot be h- here” you dare to even suggest, sure a slap would come after your intrusion.

Law laughs, sarcastically, and begins unbuttoning his shirt. His chest shows just enough for you to discover the ink lines that garnish his flesh. “Would you like to be fucked by the prince, (Name)-ya?” he asks, waiting patiently for your answer before unbuttoning any other button of his shirt.

You blink several times, absolutely shocked. “I- yes?” you reply, almost without even thinking much about it, letting perhaps your body to speak rather than common sense.

“Heh, very well”

Your nails bury into the velvety cover of the King’s bed, your lips separate, and your warm breath goes through your teeth sounding like almost inaudible primal grunts. Law has almost ripped his shirt off, exposing to you the beautiful work of art his anatomy constitutes. He is worth it of golden statues; he is the definition of tanned skin with white spots perfection.

“Don’t worry about these, they aren’t contagious” he excuses himself when he notices your eyes traveling from one white spot to the other. But you never, ever, thought they were. You were only planning the path you would like to trace with kisses over them.

You smirk too, “I don’t care, even if they were, I’m here to serve you my prince…”

Such a lascivious statement coming from you makes Law grunt like a beast, and as one you will have to endure through him… all night long.

He pushes you back, making you lay flat over the bed. The mirror above you shows how aroused you look, and you simply feel like you are dreaming. Getting fucked by Law? Prince Law? Over Doflamingo’s bed? What’s next, him and his brother joining?

Your train of thoughts crashes against Law’s image of his body topping you. He still has his trousers on, but it’s not really a problem, you are sure he would be free from them sooner than later… that fabric must be feeling tight with his huge erection trying to come through it.

His tattooed and defined arms frame your face, he looks you with his head a little tilted to the side. His sexy, devilishly smirk makes your shiver. His silver eyes fixed on yours, the slightly smudged kohl liner he applies on his waterline to pop his crystalline eyes, the dark circles, the little white spots over his caramel skin… delicious treat of human nature.

“Spread for me, cutie” he orders, getting his hand to your inner thighs. You comply instantly, allowing you to come even closer to you by crawling in between your legs. “You know I’m gonna fuck you so hard, don’t you? Are you aware you will be used as a protest method, don’t you? I’m gonna fuck every person I found from now on if I’m gonna ruin my life getting married to a random person for the rest of my life. You are gonna be my first, and we will see if I want to keep you”

You could act offended, sure. You could say no, just for the sake of your pride. But, would you dared to lose the opportunity to be used by such man? His abuse of power has brought you here, but you are the one wanting to stay… “I don’t care for what purposes you will fuck me, my prince… I only care about being fucked by you, Sir”

“Ah… what a good one you are…” he whispers, crashing after his lips against yours. His tongue opens its way inside your mouth, violating your wet cave with intense motions. His hand reach for your sex, squeezing, feeling the wet patches your arousal has created on your clothes.

You inhale his manly moan when you reach for his erection. He was certainly not expecting for you to make a move, but he is so certainly pleased. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna fuck you right away” he tells you, sticking his E tattooed finger in between the little space left of his lips and yours.

You dare to squeeze a little, the dampened fabric of his pants now is way more noticeable, and you are certainly playing with fire… but, if the punishment is him fucking you, you are willing to burn yourself.

“Of course, you want me to fuck you, that’s exactly what you want” he sniggers kneeling on the bed and letting you drag yourself up just to unbuckle his belt. Skilful fingers free his sex from the fabric’s prison, his hardness standing before you with reddish swelling and a dripping tip.

You lick your upper teeth, making Law amazed by how willingly you full your mouth of his dick. You move your head up and down, making his gland tickle your throat and your eyes cry. Law enjoys the reflection of your slutty behaviour on the mirror above you as he impatiently waits for you to go even harder with your oral skills.

“Too slow” he protests, this time taking control now of your head by pulling your hair. “Now gag” he commands, burying himself into your throat and squeezing your nose against his crotch. “That’s good, look at you almost turning blue from the lack of air” he laughs at your desperate gasps for air that you take once in a while, and every time you can- which is almost never.

You notice his lower belly muscles spasming, sure that he was going to fill your mouth with his cum, but he, of course, stops. He pulls your head back, his dick shiny by your saliva and the strings forming of it from your mouth. “Turn around, ass up” he commands.

You pant, and hastily breathing some good and necessary oxygen you turn around. Ass up, legs slightly spread, head over the soft sheets of King Donquixote that you are sure you have already shamelessly ruined.

Law rips your clothing; he is way stronger than you thought. You can see how he takes a moment to appreciate your dripping sex from behind and maybe thinking the best plan of action to fuck you.

He lays in bed, belly down while his hands spread your ass cheeks. Law uses his tongue to lick front back, delighted by your flavour. “Mh.. who would say servitude would taste so good?” he says, muzzled by your folds.

The prince’s expert tongue turn your legs weak, making it difficult to keep your position still… but for him, you are willing to make the effort.

His black painted nails -yet another show of disconformity with royalty- bury on your flesh, leaving the imprints of his tight, violent grip. You don’t try to hold back any moan, and brazenly you whine your upcoming orgasm away.

Trembling, and watching on the mirror the tattoo of his back move with his muscles as he relentlessly eats you out, you come. His lips, chin and nose becomes shiny from your climaxing fluids, and he loves it. He wipes it with his palm. Palm he after licks clean. “Delicious… you are fucking delicious” he says but doesn’t allow you to change your position. And even if your waist is in pain, that stops being a matter when the tip of his dick gets inside you.

He goes deep inside of you, feeling your still spasming walls hug to his sex. “Ah… you are so tight, you milk me so well” he chimes, with one of his hands passing and pressing under your belly and the other gripped from your hair.

Law thrusts in you, in an out. The sound of his lap hitting against the back of your thighs mixes with both of your moans in the sinful song of a good fuck. On and on he goes, making you overly stimulated and barely passing out from so much pleasure.

You feel your insides clench even harder to his sex, and your next orgasm hitting you like waves of pure ecstasy. Law keeps fucking you mercilessly, he wants you to experience orgasm after orgasm, almost like an overstimulating torture.

“LAW? WHAT THE HELL?”

Not even the sudden sound of the doors being slammed open, and the voice of the King can make Law stop. What’s more, that’s what he has been wanting to happen.

“I’m gonna fuck every person I see in this fucking castle, try to make me marry to that bitch” Law says, with a defiant smirk and unstoppable hips. “LAW, SON?” even the mute brother of the king is now talking. Perhaps the effect of watching his son fuck a person so violently cured his muteness.

You swallow, and your throat feels like you are drinking sand. You are sure you are getting executed for such act of disrespect even if Law never stops fucking you throughout such terrible situation.

Doflamingo takes his hands to his temples to calm himself down, even if the vein swelling on his forehead showed how stressed he is… “Kid, I’ve never told you to stop fucking other people. Just marry that bitch until I stole their kingdom… kids these days…” he says, walking away from his own bedroom. Though he stops before crossing the door…

“By the way, Rosinante… did you just speak?”

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adezahnae · 3 years

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Is That a Game You Wanna Play, Princess?

A/N: Here is my SECOND Oneshot of my Dilf!MathTeacher!Stepdad!Jaehyun AU. I know I said that would post two Oneshots yesterday but I got caught up with Easter and meeting new family. Besides these were pretty long and I’m still writing the second Oneshot. SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG😭

Warnings: Smut, teasing, public teasing, slight public masturbation, rough sex, slight choking, hair pulling, ripped clothing, Daddy kink, fluff, sweet talk

Your POV

I simply just say, I woke up and I chose to be bratty. I wake myself out of the bed and I didn’t see Jaehyun around anywhere. I got up and went to the closet and wore one of my outfits that he most likely enjoyed me wearing the most. I put it on and continued my daily routine. We were pretty late so I had to hurry. He was already downstairs, gathering up things and I came up behind him and gave him a hug.

“Good Morning Princess-“ He was cut off at the sight of my short tight dress that was hugging my curves and some boots to match it. He breathed out and grabbed his keys. “You better be on your best behavior, that’s all I know.” He warned. “Of course!” I smiled. We made our way out of the door and to the car. I put my seatbelt on and leaned over to give him a kiss on his cheek while my hand traveled to his pants.

He quickly grabbed my hand and looked me dead in my eye. “You will and I mean will not do this to me today.” He said. I nod and he pulls away and pulling off and out of our driveway.

We made it to school and the day is going good as it should go. Except for one thing, my bratty behavior. I would tease him by licking my lips, biting on them, flicking my tongue at him and mouthing ‘Daddy’ at him. He narrowed his eyes me. “Behave.” He mouthed. I watched him teach all of us and I spread my legs, making sure no one saw me. No one ever pays attention to me, since no one dared to mess me with me knowing how my dad gets.

I slipped my hand past my underwear feeling over my wet folds. I bit my lip and continued to watch him. When he was looking my way, I bit down on my lip, throwing my head back. I looked back up at him and I was suddenly strike with fear. His eyes were shifted into an angry disappointed look. It was a look showing me that I was gonna get it when I get home. Now I’ve done it. I took my hand out of my underwear. He went behind his desk and pulled out his phone. I got a text from him and I opened it.

Daddy❤️: You wanna play with fire, so that’s what I’ll give you.

I gasped and looked up at him. “Your ass is fucking mine.” He mouthed at me. I whimpered and replied back.

“I’m sorry!! Please Please Please forgive me!!”

He didn’t reply back and he continued with grading papers as all of the other students were working on math and talking among themselves. Why did I do this? I regret every moment.

After the school day was over, I ran to the car to where he was. He got in the car without saying a word to me. I panicked. “Jaehyun-“ “Shut up. You say one more word and you piss me off more.” He said looking at me with fiery eyes. I put my head down. He started the car and sped off out of the school parking lot.

We made it home and my heart thumped hard in my chest. “Get your ass in here.” He ordered getting out of the car. He slammed the door behind him and walked up to the front door. I followed behind him, with tears streaming down my face. He opened the door and I followed in. He shut the door and he picked me up and slammed me against the wall.

His hand went around my throat. “Daddy..please..” I begged. “Aww now you wanna beg? You can forget about my mercy any time soon..” He growled. “I’m sorry...” I said. “Your pathetic ass apology is not working.” He said. He whispered down in my ear. “You will feel nothing but torture...” I gulped and whimpered at his words.

“OOHHH DADDY PLEASE!!” I cried out. My hands were tied to the bed, my dress ripped open at the front, his hands are prying my legs open as he fucked me at brutal pace. Tears were streaming down my face. I was now at my fourth orgasm.

“Turn around.” He growled. I turned onto my knees. He forced my face into the pillow. He ripped my dress at the back of it and threw it somewhere in the room. He bent down to my ear. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” He whispered. I whimpered and nodded my head.

He yanked my hair hardly and he landed a strong and hard smack on my butt, causing me to jerk forward and cry. “You better use your goddamn mouth, Y/n. I’m not playing right now.” He growled. “Y-YES!! FUCK YESS!” I screamed. “I don’t think so..” he tsked. He slammed into me without warning and started at a rude pace.

He growled and smacked me on my ass again. “You’re so damn disrespectful. And you think you deserve me stopping?” He asked. I cried at his words. I knew was a bad girl today, and I know what I’ve done. At first I was enjoying this so much but now, It was true torture. My heat was way too sore and my legs and arms had bruises from where he gripped me at. I had hickies all over my body and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Daddy! DADDY STOP! STOP PLEASE PLEASE STOP!! I-IT HURTS! IM IN PAIN!” I screamed as I cried. His actions stopped all together and reached to quickly untie me. I silently cried as he pulled out me and took me in his arms. “I’m sorry...I’m so so sorry. I went too far.” He whispered. He looked at my body and seen all of bruises.

He placed kisses on my bruises and carefully turned me around. He seen my messy face from my makeup and the red markings on my neck. He looked in my eyes and looked in his. He was broken, he was hurt. My eyes were bloodshot red from my tears and they were clouded with pain.

He kissed me passionately and whispered to me. “I’m sorry Y/n. I-I didn’t mean to be this hard on you. I messed up big time, I know..” He ran a finger over my neck and winced in pain. “Ouch...” I yelped. He hurried and pulled up his pants and picked me up carefully and carrying me our bathroom.

He placed me on the counter and pulled out a kit. He started to heal my bruises. “J-Jae..This hurts!” I whimpered. “I know, I know. I’m sorry..” He whispered while rubbing my hand in comforting way. After this, he walked over to the bathtub and ran a bath. He took my hair bow and tied my hair up into a ponytail. After the water was filled, he placed me inside of it.

I whined at the burn of my bruises when I came in contact with the water. He took my body wash and my wash cloth and cleaned me. He washed my hair and massaged my sore scalp. He hummed a song, making me feel sleepy and soo much better. He wiped of my messy face and kissed all over it.

After we were done with bathtub, he wrapped me in the towel and walked to the closet. “I’ll be back, stay right here..” He whispered. I nodded my head with a yawn. He came back with one of his button up shirts and my pink fur slippers. He took the towel off of me and slipped the shirt on my body. He buttoned it up and put my slippers on me.

His hand brushed over the bottom of my foot, making me giggle and pull my foot back. He smiled up at me and did it again. I laughed pulling my foot away. “Stop it, Daddy..” I said. He laughed and kissed my ankle, finishing putting my slipper on. I hopped of the counter into his arms and he carried me back to the bed. The bed was made up and it had extra pillows on it.

With me still in his arms, he sat down on the bed by the headboard and laid me beside him on the pillows. He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV. “I wanna watch Disney+..” I mumbled. He turned it to one of my favorite childhood movies and watched the movie with me.

“You’re such a big baby at heart.” He smiled. I giggled at his words. After a while, I felt way much better. I remembered our past moments just now. Now that I’m thinking about it, I remembered how...sexy he really looked. The way he was angry and man handling me was so attractive and it turned me on again.

I then realized...HE NEVER CAME! Oh my god, I have to make it up to him. I peeked up at him and seen that he wasn’t paying me no attention. I shifted and grabbed a hold of his belt, about to unbuckle it. He took my hand and kissed it. “No.” He said. I gave him a pout.

“What?” I asked. “You’re not making it up to me. Not like this.” He said. I sighed. “But, I got to cum and you didn’t...” I said. He sighed. “We’re not having sex for a while.” He said. “Why? What did I do?” I asked sitting up. “It wasn’t you, it was me. Seeing you in pain like that was heartbreaking for me. I went wayy too hard on you.” He explained. “B-But...” I crawled onto his lap and kissed him on his lips. “Please..” I whispered. He kissed me again and put me off of his lap.

“Baby..no. Let’s just lay off the sex for a while..just you and me. Nothing else.” He said. I nodded and laid down. I sighed and turned over. “Hey..” He called. He turned me around and placed a kiss on my lips. “I love you..” He whispered. “I love you too.” I replied with a smile.

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun nct #jaehyun #nct #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct x reader #nct fluff

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gureishi · 2 years

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Zen X Lea

For @im-the-mystic-messenger’s holiday gift exchange. I screamed when I saw my match, because I love Lea more than life itself. I’m always honored to enter into the sweet world of my beautiful friend and her lovely man. Merry early Christmas, @quirky-and-kind, my darling. Thank you dear, brilliant Lodi for putting together this beautiful event!

It’s just dark enough outside to see lights going on in the windows of the apartment building across the street. There’s a flurry of snow piled high against the bedroom window; Zen lays a hand on the glass and is delighted to find that it’s icy and crisp. He loves the way the air outside seems to sing for him: it’s the feeling of anticipation he always associates with holidays.

This year is different, though—entirely unlike any of his previous lonely, longing winters.

Zen pushes open the bedroom door and crosses to the main room on light feet, expecting to find Lea perched on the couch—probably checking the weather or how long it’ll take for them to get where they’re going or something else he never remembers to do. It’s always her who’s ready first.

But no: Lea sits in the middle of the living room floor, skirt pooling around her in a puddle of gauze, half-empty rolls of wrapping paper and bows scattered across her lap. She’s focused, gaze trained on the box in her hands, perfect fingers making a neat crease in the shiny wrapping paper.

“Not ready yet, angel?” Zen stands in the doorway and Lea looks up, pretty eyes widening. After all this time, he should be used to the way she looks at him—but heat still pools in the pit of his stomach whenever she smiles.

“You look perfect,” she tells him. He tosses his hair and positions himself under the brightest part of the golden overhead light, needing to linger a moment longer in the warmth of her appreciation. Once upon a time, he made himself beautiful because it was the only way he knew how to survive; now, he finds that the world’s admiration means less and less to him every day.

If Lea looks at him with love, the stars shine brighter. Her affection means more than any fantasy of fame and fortune.

She’s still watching him. Her eyes sparkle.

“You look like a knight in shining armor,” she says. “As always.” She sets down the gift—perfectly-wrapped—and beams at him.

“A Christmas knight?” Zen goes to her, pulling a cushion from the couch and sinking to the floor by her side. There’s a pile of presents wrapped in pink paper next to her, a glittering bow placed on the very top of each one.

Lea laughs. “What’s the difference between a Christmas knight and a regular one?”

Zen leans in to brush her shoulder with his lips and she shivers almost imperceptibly, just like he hoped she would.

“A Christmas knight helps his princess prepare presents for her loyal subjects,” he croons, lifting the bag of bows. Lea arches her eyebrows—and she’d never say you aren’t helping, but the expression gives her away. Zen grins and dips his head to kiss both of her wrists. “What, this isn’t helpful?”

Lea touches his cheek. She’s so gentle it makes his heart ache.

“You’re always helpful, darling.” She turns her gaze back to the unwrapped gifts at her side—two left now—and Zen wraps both arms around her waist, tugging her flush against his body.

“Have I told you yet how beautiful you look, cherub?” he whispers. She shivers again and he parts her hair to kiss the back of her neck. “So pretty I almost don’t want to let you leave this house.”

Zen knows how to stir her imagination—he’s an expert. He expects her to twist in his arms—to tilt her face so she’s looking in his eyes—to lay a hand on his chest and call him lovely.

But Lea doesn’t turn. She’s reaching forward, rolling out wrapping paper with swift, steady gestures—and for the first time, Zen notices her energy is unsteady.

He doesn’t know how he missed it till now.

“Princess,” he says—slowly, not sure where he’s headed. “Look at me?” “Just a minute,” she mutters—oh, and it’s there in her voice too: a sense of unease, or a hint of hurry. “Let me finish first.”

Zen knows her better than the beating of his heart—feels all his own insecurities and hesitations when he holds her close.

“Lea,” he says—her name instead of a term of endearment, so she knows he’s serious. “Please?”

She goes stiff for a split second and then she’s spinning in his arms; he lifts the fluid fabric of her skirt so her legs are draped across his thighs. It’s hard to see straight when she’s in his lap like this: small and delicate and sweet and soft. He kisses the tip of her nose.

“You’re glad we’re getting together with everyone tonight,” he says, pulling a single curl from her hair and coiling it round his fingertip. “You want to go, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” She sounds serious, and he knows she means it: celebrating with their found family means at least as much to her as it does to him.

But the apartment smells like cinnamon and cloves and there’s snow on the roof and Lea is wrapping gifts with a fervor Zen recognizes. He has adored her ardent desire to make people feel loved since the first day he met her—now, though, he sees how easy it is for her to lose herself in her own altruism.

“You do everything for everyone,” he whispers, taking the half-wrapped gift from her fingers, lifting her hand to his lips. “Let me do everything for you.”

Lea stares up at him, and he finds her so hopelessly kissable he can hardly contain himself.

“I like giving people gifts,” she says. He tilts her chin up and she lets him, melting into his touch like just-fallen snow.

Zen already knows that Lea would do anything for the people she loves—that she sees the holidays as another excuse to make everyone smile.

For him, holidays are all about her.

“Of course you do, darling girl.” He traces her jaw with a finger and she goes pink (oh, he hopes that even after an eternity, she’ll keep on blushing for him). “You’re an angel, and I’m just a selfish man who loves you.”

“What’s so selfish about you?” she asks (though he’s sure she already knows).

“Because you want to wrap everyone’s gifts up neatly and I just want you to kiss me.” It’s a lie, and it’s also the truth—he wants to be kissed by her every bit as much as he always does; he needs her to hold him instead of working to make the world feel good.

“If I’m kissing you,” she murmurs, giggling, “who will wrap the rest of these gifts?”

Zen tosses his hair and beams down at her.

“Aha,” he crows, delighted. “Didn’t I tell you that I’m the Christmas knight?”

Lea lifts her pretty eyebrows again, and Zen is glad to see her teasing him rather than protesting.

“Will you do a good job?” she asks, laughing a little at his insistence. He is already adjusting her in his lap, reaching around her small body to lift the sheet of wrapping paper she’s already cut from the roll.

“Don’t I always?” Zen sets the box in the center of the wrapping paper and feels Lea watching his hands. He knows it’s important for her that it’s perfect—that everything’s just right—that she’s filled the universe with as much warmth as she can muster.

The only person Zen needs to see smiling is the angel perched delicately on his lap. He’ll make her sit back and be held if it’s the death of him.

And it’s a sort of death, having her lips on his skin. She twists in his arms and covers his jaw in feather-light kisses, just like he asked her to. He wonders if she sees the way she makes his hands shake.

“How am I doing, princess?” He tapes the paper closed and sets one of the sparkly silver bows on top. Lea pauses to admire his handiwork, and then her arms are around his neck.

“Beautiful,” she whispers in his ear, “just like you.”

Zen used to dream of Christmas.

When he was alone, he’d imagine holding hands in a snowstorm and sharing a single scarf, cuddling under thick blankets when it’s cold and dancing beside a glittering tree. But Lea wasn’t like him in this way: she didn’t wait all year for twinkling lights and snowflakes on her tongue. The holidays didn’t remind her of bodies pressed together and laughter that shimmers in the air long after it’s stopped making a sound.

None of Zen’s fantasies matter to him so much as the small, warm person he holds in his arms. He could spend Christmas anywhere in the world as long as she’s with him—wouldn’t change a second of his long lonely life, because all the darkness has led him to Lea.

“You’ve changed everything,” he says, so soft he isn’t sure she can hear. But she hears (she always does), and she takes his face in both of her hands, gazing at him with the brightness of someone who knows how fervently she’s loved.

She is the strongest person Zen has ever known, but even strong princesses need a knight to remind them they matter the most.

“Thanks for holding me,” she says, which really means thank you for making me the center of your world.

Zen smiles: cinnamon eyes, tinsel heart.

“No, angel,” he whispers, holder her closer. “Thank you for letting me.”

It’s not the holiday making the air outside shimmer with promise. It’s her (it’s always been her).

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Held Back - Harry Hook x Ben’s sibling! Reader - Part 1

Note; before we start, “reader” is non-binary but since I've always imagined Auradon is pretty… old-fashioned and close-minded, they really don’t realize they are NB but know they don’t like being referred to as a “girl” or a “female”. Also, I know “realistically” Adam and Belle wouldn’t neglect their 2nd kid for the first n shit but it’s called a plot point and they are like that for a reason.

Tried to not use “readers” pronouns at all until we get to the good shit where they are like “oh, that’s what that is?”

Also, this will be a 2-part story, the 1st takes place in D2, while the 2nd will take place after D2 and into D3 :3

OH, slight smut in this fic….yeah…it doesn’t get detailed-detailed, but it gets…heated…yeah…if you don’t like even reading this that hint at sex then I’ll put warnings at the beginning and end of those scenes :3 otherwise this is a pretty “safe” fic

Enjoy~

Being the daughter, and the 2nd child, to Beast and Belle, wasn’t…what everyone assumed it was. Everyone expected that since you were their 2nd kid, one that wasn't in line for the throne, that you could do anything, get away with anything. That you could just shrug and say ‘oops’ and all would be forgiven. But it wasn’t. It was constant rules and upkeep, never able to run free and scrape your knee when you fell off the tree you had climbed, never able to just scream as you ran along the shoreline, soaking the seawater into your clothes.

Always sit up straight, never cross your legs, never run, never frown, never sneer, don’t talk back, don’t yell, just sit there and -

Be perfect

For the early years of your life, you had loved Ben. Ben your 5-minute older twin brother, Ben who always cared about you, Ben who hid the vase you had broken when you were chasing him through the castle halls when told not to.

Ben; who had refused to let you be pushed aside.

But resentment grew when your parents would always favor him, always praise him; for the bare minimum.

If he got a B in his project? Amazing! Take him out for ice cream.

You? Getting a B+? scolding’s and being told to do better next time, with your dessert taken away for the week.

While you held this resentment for him, you couldn’t hate him, not really, not when he would sneak you his leftover ice cream that was your favorite flavor, one that he hated but your parents didn’t know, not when he would run into your room on stormy nights to make sure you were okay.

Not when he obviously loved you so much.

But you wanted more, you needed more…just something to fill the gap that your parents were leaving. A gap that for some reason they couldn’t see was growing bigger every time they turned their backs on you and turned to Ben.

You were a loner too…most of your “friends” were actually Bens friends, Audrey being one of the few that usually hung out with you outside of Ben and Chad, she was petty as hell sometimes and pretty passive-aggressive to those she didn’t like but she had never seen you as “Bens sister” or “the second child of King beast and Queen Belle”

She just saw you as (y/n), her friend.

When the VKs came, it was almost a relief, finally, the attention was off of you. With Bens coronation and even your parents paying more attention to the new kids instead of picking apart what was wrong with your English essay.

You had tried talking to them, but all four of them were pretty off Standish, and in their own group almost all the time, but after they had chosen good, you and Evie had started talking and had grown a small friendship, one that was nothing compared to what she had with Ben and Mal but you didn't feel as lonely anymore.

Mal had…. acknowledged your existence…yeah, the two of you didn’t really interact much. And you were fine with that.

Especially after Ben told you she tried to memory spell him (you had almost stormed into her dorm guns blazing). Then soon after that, Ben and the other vks were going back to the isle, and you were utterly bored and needed to do something other than sit in your room and disappoint your parents by doing nothing so why don’t go to the isle and disappoint your parents for a good reason!

So now, you stood at the stairway below the core four’s hideout, happy you had taken your denim jacket with you as the isle chill set in.

“so?” Evie asked Ben as he solemnly climbed back down the stairs, his eyes at the ground “where’s Mal?” Ben shook his head, pushing past Evie and Jay and walking down the ally.

“she's not coming back” he muttered before disappearing. You kept your eyes on him in worry, ignoring the other three’s worry over Mal who was safe and sound in her little hideout while your brother, who knew how to hold a sword but sucked at hand to hand, disappeared into the alleys of the isle.

You moved to go after him but stopped as a much taller, leaner shadow took Bens place in a blink and walked toward you. “hey!” you yelled, the vks stopping in their Mal rant and turning to you “Ben’s gone”

Evie's face melted from worry for Mal to worry for Ben as she stepped next to you and called for Ben as the tall shadow got closer “Ben…Ben!”

It seemed they thought the new shadow was Ben as Evie sighed in relief and looked away, setting her hand on your shoulder “Ben don’t scare us like that!”

“Don’ scare yeh~?” the tall shadow stepped into the light, the teens bright blue eyes sending shocks down your spine as you looked into them “That’s my specialty ~” he purred, his eyes flashing between you and Jay. Evie breathed out his name in annoyance.

Harry…what a nice name...

“what did you do with Ben!” Jay stepped in front of you, not liking the way Harry was eyeing you up. Harry seemed to no understand what Jay was asking before he gasped, turning slightly to point down the ally.

“oh~! We nicked ‘im~!” he nodded as if he was explaining something to a toddler “and if yeh want ta’ see ‘im again~ have Mal come to the chip shop tonight~” his eyes darkened as he gestured to the group with his hook “Alone…Uma wants” his tone lightened again, his eyes looking back at you with curiosity “a little visit~”

He looked at jay again and pursed his lips, looking up and down “aw Jay~” he tilted his head and gave a teasing grin “seems like ye’ lost yer touch~” Jay growled and tried to tackle Harry, but was stopped by Evie. Harry held his hands up and giggled, turning to you and bowing slightly “your highness~” he purred, winking at you and blowing a kiss as he walked away.

The vks mostly ignored his last few actions and Jay hopped up the side of the stairs to get to Mal, while you watched Harry disappear into the ally, your heart going miles a minute.

“wow” you muttered, shaking your head to get rid of the fluffy feeling in your head “get a grip (y/n), he just kidnapped your brother!”

You quickly followed Evie and Carlos as the gate door of the stairway lifted and ascended to the hideout.

Leaving you on your own in the hideout was probably the worst choice the vks had made that entire night, as you had nothing to entertain yourself with so you just left and traveled around.

You had somehow walked from the hideout to the docks, and if you remembered correctly, this was the pirate's territory. So, you spun back around to get your ass back to the hideout but stopped as two sets of lust-filled eyes stared back.

But unlike Ben, you smirked as you crouched into a fighting stance, you had taken almost every self-defense class you could. For more than one reason but mainly because even in Auradon there were still nasty people.

The bigger one of the two men rushed at you, but ultimately flopped to the floor as you pivoted on your right foot and swung your left leg around, hitting him directly in the temple and knocking him out.

You grinned at the other man and waved your fingers at him “come get me~” you jeered, laughing to yourself as he yelled and rushed at you.

But before he could take a step closer, a silver hook whacked over his head and knocked the second man out. You pouted and glared at the new person, not caring if it was the teen that had kidnapped your brother an hour ago “hey!”

“hey~!” he mocked back, a teasing smile on his face. He stepped over the two men and curled his hook under your chin, his eyes drifting over your face “now what's a little princess-” you twitched at the nickname “-like yeh traveling alone on the isle~ it's dangerous yeh know?”

You forced down the heat that wanted to cover your face and shrugged, mentally smirking as Harry rose his brow “well…they left me alone in the hideout and I got bored…can't blame me for wanting some excitement eh?”

He squinted at you for a minute, as if he was trying to figure you out…then he finally spoke “yer different than’ I thought yeh would be” he muttered softly, the cool metal of his hook drifting away from your chin and back at his side.

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip, giving the pirate a smirk “what did you think I was going to be like?”

“prissy, stuck up, wouldn’t touch the isle even with a hundred’ foot pole” he shrugged, licking his lips as you rolled your eyes and brew a lock of hair out of your face.

“well as you’ve just experienced, that’s not true” Harry laughed through his nose, looking up towards the barrier and running his free hand through his hair.

“aye…” his shockingly blue eyes drifted back down to meet yours. “so why even come ta the isle? Fer beasty boy? Malsy?”

You looked down at your shoes…you really had no reason to come along did you? Ben and the others could have easily handled getting back Mal without you…so why?

…

“because if my parents are going to disappointed in me it might as well be for a real reason” you muttered, letting your arms drop to your side.

You felt Harry's eyes on you as you stared hard at the ground, willing yourself not to cry. “that sucks” you looked at Harry through your lashes, seeing him staring at you with sad eyes “I thought…I thought all Bora-don parents loved their kids” he laughed uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his head.

“well…they are still human…and just because they are hailed as good people, don’t mean they are good parents” you sighed, crossing your arms again and looking away from Harry's eyes.

“wait…Bora-don?” you laughed, turning back to Harry with a grin. He seemed to be relieved of the subject change and a sharp grin grew on his face.

“aye, it's boring, so, Bora-don~” he giggled, rocking on his heels a bit. A few moments passed then he held his hand out to you.

You stared at it, then him for a few moments. “come on, let's give yer dumbass parents a real reason ta be disappointed in yeh” you smiled and took his hand, laughing quietly to yourself as Harry tugged you away from the docks and toward wherever he was taking you.

Your legs were in Harry's lap as the two of you cackled into the dead of night, hands stained with paint and rotten food. Harry had taken you for a night of chaos, destroying vendors with paint, pranking the twin sons of Gaston’s with balloons filled with rotting eggs, and just wreaking havoc in the streets of the isle.

Harry's arm went behind your back as you fell to the side slightly, his bicep pushing against your arm. “thank you Harry” you hummed as you finally calmed down, giving him a closed-lipped smile. “this…this really meant a lot to me” he stared at your lips for a moment before a soft, unsure, smile grew on his lips.

“it was no biggie princess,” your lip twitched at the title “I was kinda already planning ta do all those things anyway…thought it was pretty fun ta do it with someone instead of by myself” you laughed a bit, leaning back on your hands and closing your eyes.

“I get that” it was silent for a few moments, just you and Harry on top of the abandoned building.

“yeh reacted when I called yeh princess” you twitched again “yeh did it again…is something up with the word?”

You sighed, then opened your eyes, staring into Harry for a moment then looking away “I…I don’t like being referred to like that…it’s not the title its…what it refers to… it's hard to explain”

Harry tilted his head, his hand going on your knee to gently push you to continue “is it the royalty thing?”

“no” you dismissed quickly “its…the princess thing…its…well…ugh” you took your legs off Harry's lap and switched to sitting on your knees, looking at Harry with serious eyes “I've never told anybody this and you have to swear you won't tell anybody else after I tell you” Harry blinked wildly for a moment then looked at you confused.

“lass” you twitched again, making Harry pause for a moment “darling, unless it’s something that will help bring down the barrier or take over the world, I won't tell a soul” you snickered for a moment before you took a deep breath, preparing to tell a person you had just meet that day, one that had kidnapped your brother no less, your greatest secret.

It didn’t help that you felt more comfortable with him in five minutes than you had with your parents for the last 16 years. “I…don’t like it when I'm referred to with girl-like titles or…pronouns” you winced, hands going to block anything that might come your way.

“oh, yeh don’t like she-her pronouns where they are used in a way to refer ta yeh?” Harry clarified, you looked at him slightly odd, expecting some sort of relation or comment, but…it was as if you had just told him you didn’t like a vegetable instead of you not being comfortable with your gender pronouns?

“uh…yeah basically?” you rubbed the back of your head, the other hand picking at the loose threads on your pants.

“yeah, it's not that uncommon ‘ere, I think Desiree is non-binary and one of the other crew members is gender-fluid…not that it's not a big deal but…why have yeh never told anybody else about that? Not even yer brother?” your wide-eyes looked away, hands clenching into your shirt “Darling?”

“um…Auradon isn’t really…accepting of most things…I didn’t even know that…non-binary and gender-fluid were a thing…what do they mean?” you looked back at Harry who seemed to be very surprised “what?”

“nothin’ I'm just surprised tha’ the place of happily ever after’s is kinda…shit?” he laughed, rubbing the back of his head “okay lemme remember what Desiree told me um…Okay non-binary is when you don’t…identify as the gender yeh were at birth so say…okay take Desiree as an example, they’ve been told they’ve been a girl since they were born but they’ve always felt like that didn’t fit, but being a boy didn’t feel right either. so that’s what non-binary is. It's that yeh are neither male nor female yeh are…well you, and most of the time, as far as I know, they use they-them pronouns instead of she or he. but I think some of them use she and they, or he and they…just depends on who uses the pronouns n stuff.”

That…that sounded right…you had never liked female pronouns on you, and ages ago, when you tested male pronouns to yourself, that never felt right either…could you be non-binary? “um, what about gender-fluid?” Harry took a deep breath and looked up.

“Okay, I’m not as knowledgeable on that since the one who actually told me about it didn’t tell me everything…anyway, its under the same...umbrella i think its called as non-binary but genderfluid is when you are both genders, not at the same time…I think, but one day yeh can be female, the other a male, sometimes neither, but that’s what gender-fluid is. They don’t have a fixed gender”

While that sounded interesting…it didn’t feel right to you, you never felt like a girl, and you never felt like a boy… “I think I’m non-binary” you breathed, feeling like a weight was lifting off your entire body. You grinned as Harry smiled.

“awesome, welcome to the club darling” you let yourself fall forward into Harry’s chest, who stiffened slightly and slowly wrapped his arms around you.

“thank you” you muttered quietly, rubbing your cheek into his collarbone. His entire body was still as you cuddled into him, before he relaxed and laid his cheek on your head.

“yer welcome darling” he whispered back, one of his hands going up to cup the back of your head, thumb gently rubbing back and forth.

You jumped as a sudden loud noise crashed below you, and you further ducked into Harry, yelping slightly as he tipped back and the two of you ended up in an odd pile on the rooftop.

Harry tightened his arms around you, his entire body tense again as he listened for any threats. He let out a soft sigh as the high-pitched yowl of a cat rang from where the loud noise came and the animal scuttled off. “yer fine” he whispered, letting his head hit the roof as you sat up and looked around “jus’ a cat”

-smut starts here so if you don’t want to read anything that either includes it or hints at it just scroll till you get to another warning, but this does has some plot points in it soo scroll at ur own risk-

You nodded slightly, twisting around to look at the bleak buildings of the isle. you felt something beneath your legs and you glanced down, feeling heat creep into your face as you realized you were straddling Harry's thigh, it seemed he didn’t fully realize you were doing it as well, his leg rubbing against…well your…area.

You squeaked as he pushed his leg up further and tipped forward, your hands reaching out and slamming next to Harry's head to catch yourself.

His eyes flashed open, red building on his cheeks as your faces were suddenly only two inches apart. “um” you looked to the side, biting your lip “s-sorry” Harry glanced down, the blush spreading to his ears as he realized what the pressure against his leg was. He laid his leg flat and let out a short laugh.

“uh…” you locked eyes again, and a strong shiver was sent down your spine as you looked into his sparkling ocean blue eyes.

You could feel an ache between your legs begin to grow as you lifted yourself back up and hovered over Harry's hips. Harry slowly sat up, stopping inches away from your face, his eyes drifting to your lips for a moment then looking back up at you. “I-“ you whispered, biting your lip as a devious idea came to mind “I have…an idea”

“oh,” Harry whispered back, leaning a bit closer, his hands sliding forward on the ground and resting on your thighs. “Wha’?”

“you know what would really disappoint my parents?” you grinned, your hands reaching up from your sides and gripping onto Harry's jacket, pulling him toward you a bit.

He grinned back, looking down at your lips again “wha’ would tha’ be?”

You leaned in, lips only an inch from his “sleeping with someone they would hate” you could almost feel the wide grin that spread on his lips.

“sounds an excellent idea~” he purred, hands flashing up to your shoulders as yours curled around his neck and pulled him into a hard kiss, teeth clashing and faces warm.

Harry's leg arched up against your butt and forced you forward again, your lips parted with a gasp as Harry leaned back with you. he wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing your chest into his and leaning down to nip at your neck “Harry” you breathed, pressing your lips together as Harry's hands drifted down to your butt and pushed it against his hips, an odd hardness pressing against the ache between your legs. You let out a low whispering moan as he ground against you, his lips smirking against your neck as you started to meet his hips in tandem.

“that’s it darling” he purred, trailing up your neck and sucking on your jaw “jus’ like tha’” you whimpered, ducking your head down and burning into Harry's neck as Harry's hips started to go harder and faster against you. You let out small gasps as your hips twitched and ground back down into Harry's, who let out small groans against your shoulder.

“hang on hang on” Harry grabbed your hips, stopping you and sitting up. One of his hands reached up to the back of your neck and pulled you back, lips crashing into yours in a bruising kiss. His hips started again, the heat between your legs almost becoming unbearable as you trust against them to get rid of the ache.

Harry nipped at your lip, smirking as you opened at his request and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He sucked at your lip, dragging your tongue into his mouth. You sighed at the feeling, tightening your grip on his jacket as you let him just play with your tongue.

He pulled back, smirking at the trail of saliva that still connected your lips. “shall I take yeh to my apartment yer highness~ yeh should be taken in a place of privacy, not a damned rooftop.” Your hazy mind yelled at you to go with him and you nodded, yelping slightly as Harry grabbed your thighs and stood with ease, your legs locking around his waist. “I’ll take good care of yeh darling~”

You let out a breathless gasp as your back hit his bed, the larger teen pouncing on top of you, not waiting for you to stop bouncing, and pressed another bruising kiss to your lips.

You heard him unzip his jacket and throw it across his room, the chain across the back making a loud sound as it hit the wall. He pulled away from you for a moment to rip off his sword sheath and shirt. You felt your face burn as his pecks and abs came into sight, slowly reaching out to trail your fingers against his scars as he pulled his shirt over his head.

You felt him shiver as you brushed your knuckle over his perked nipple and gripped onto his bicep, biting your lip at the look in his eyes as he smirked down at you.

“before we start” he rasped in a low tone, making you press your thighs together to relieve the ache that pulsed “do you really want ta do this?”

“yes” you answered immediately, smiling at his question, good to know that even after you had gone this far, he still asked for consent. He smiled back and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, noses touching.

“Jus’ tell me ta stop, and I will” you nodded and pulled his lips down into yours, immediately opening your mouth and clashing your tongue with his.

Within seconds your jacket was taken off and Harry pushed your top up above your breasts, unclipping your bra from the back and pushing that over your breasts as well.

You pushed at his chest, Harry immediately pulling away and raising his brow, laughing slightly as you sat up and discarded your top and bra. You pulled him back into the kiss, groaning into his as his hips dipped and pressed into yours again.

He pulled away for a split moment, making you whine in objection and tug on his hair. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, lips brushing against your skin.

“I'll make sure yeh won't be able ta walk properly tomorrow~”

Harry started up at the ceiling, his fingers gently trailing up and down your back. Almost every inch of him ached, from the reddening hickeys on his neck, torso, and hips, the scratches on his arms, back, and torso, to the bitemark on his neck.

He looked out his window, noting it was pitch black outside. He sighed and turned his head into you, curling his other arm around you and tugging you tighter into his side, breathing in the scent of your (fav shampoo).

He didn’t know why, but from the moment he had first seen you, your curious eyes peeking from behind Jay's shoulder, he had felt something flutter within him. He wasn’t able to stop thinking about you from then on, even as he taunted Ben in the lost revenge’s brig, unable to get those hypnotic (e/c) eyes out of his head.

He couldn’t ignore the genuine happiness when he saw you again, taking down those goons with ease and confidence. He couldn’t ignore the feeling in his chest when you laughed, the intense fluttering when you smiled at him.

The way heat rushed to his cheeks when you hugged him.

The passion he felt as he looked down at your writing body as he was deep inside you.

-Alright! Yall who don’t like reading smut/stuff that hints at it are good! You may continue reading!-

He shouldn’t feel this way, not for the child of the king that had sent his father to the isle, and dooming hundreds of kids to a floating prison just for being the children of villains. He shouldn’t feel this way about the sibling of the king they had kidnapped and were holding for ransom.

He had only heard of this type of feelings from stories of the heroes of Bora-don, how they had somehow fallen in love within seconds of meeting the other. He had never understood it, calling it stupid that someone would fall in love with someone they just met.

He understood it now, the ache in his chest when he thought of you being hurt when the villains took over the world after Uma got the wand and freed them all. He only had one word to assign it to.

Love.

His grip on your waist tightened, and he buried his face in your hair. He didn’t know if he would ever see you again after today, so he would treasure the moments he had with you now.

You groaned slightly in your sleep, your hand that wasn’t trapped under his pillow reaching up and curling around his neck, pulling yourself further into his neck, your nose pushing into the dip between his shoulder and neck.

He pressed a kiss to your head and closed his eyes, huffing slightly as he realized he felt completely content by your side.

You grumbled as beams of light pushed through your closed eyes, you pushed off Harry's chest and glared at the window, reaching to close the curtain that half covered it, huffing as you realized you couldn’t reach it from your spot buried in Harry's side.

You stilled as Harry's arm reached past you and closed the curtain, leaving the room in calmly lit darkness. He put his hand on your head and pushed it back onto his chest, thumb gently caressing the back of your head. “morning” you rasped, tilting your head to rest your chin on Harry's pecs and smiling at the slowly awakening pirate.

“morning darling” he rasped back, his sleepy ocean blue eyes staring back at you. He slowly sat up, shifting you to sit in his lap as he shook his head to force himself to wake up. “wha’ time is it” he grumbled, raising his brow as you reached behind him for your pants, that were hanging off his bed frame, and pulled out your phone.

“8:30” you set your phone on the nightstand and flopped back into Harry's chest, tightly wrapping your arms around him. “what time is the…thing?”

“12” he hummed, pressing his cheek to your head and holding onto you “so…”

“three and a half hours” you did the math for him, pouting as he pulled you back slightly and looked into your eyes.

“Uma wanted me at the ship at nine darling…” you sighed, looking at your lap as you realized your time with the handsome pirate was almost up.

He pressed a kiss to your head and pulled his blankets around you, covering your nakedness and getting out of the bed, aware of your eyes on his butt as he walked over to his dresser.

“Please tell me it wasn’t just me” he paused as he slid his underwear over his hips and looked over at his shoulder at you, eyes widening as he saw a droplet of water appear from behind your hair and fall onto the blanket “please tell me it wasn’t just me that felt something”

He was silent for a few moments, biting his lip as his heart raced with the realization that you felt the same way he did.

He stared at you for a few moments before turning back to his dresser and opening the small box on top and pulling out a necklace.

He turned and walked towards you, giving you a soft smile as he sat in front of you and gently lifted the tread around your neck, trailing his fingers down it and holding the small charm in his fingertips.

You glanced down at it and gasped, the charm was a small metal hook with a small red gem in the middle of the bulb. “this is something I’ve had fer awhile” Harry whispered, looking back up at you and bonking his forehead into yours “Gil made it for meh a long time ago, but it…it didn’t feel right on me…but I kept it cause it felt like it had a purpose…I guess that purpose was ta be on yeh” you sniffed as your vison blurred “what I’m saying is…yes, it wasn’t jus’ you, I felt something too”

He tilted your chin up with his finger, softly smiling at you and leaning in slightly “a feeling I’ve only heard in yer Bora-don tales” you gasped slightly at that, heart going a thousand miles a minute as you realized he had felt the same way you did since you had first seen him last night in the ally “it sounds stupid” he chuckled, looking off for a moment “I never believe those tales of love at first sight or that type of shit but…” he looked back into your eyes, hand trailing from your chin to the back of your neck “I was proved wrong”

He pulled you into a sweet, soft kiss, your eyes closing as he slowly moved his lips against yours, his other hand coming up and taking your hand that wasn’t holding the blanket.

Your mind went hazy as the world around you melted away at the taste of Harry's bruised lips, giving you the softest kiss you had ever gotten from anyone.

He pulled back for a moment, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before sitting back and opening his eyes, smiling as you kept yours closed and swayed slightly “(y/n)” he whispered, realizing he had to go very soon if he wanted to make sure you got back to the core four safely, and make it to the ship on time “ye have ta go now”

You slowly opened your eyes and pouted, tilting forward and hugging Harry tightly “I know, but It's too dangerous for yeh here love, get dressed, and I’ll walk ye back to the hideout” you shook your head against his chest but obeyed after he clicked his tongue and picked one of your legs up and let it drop on the floor.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and stood, grabbing his clothes that had been tossed around in the night and quickly getting dressed, grumbling about his belts that had somehow disappeared.

“under the bed” you snorted, laughing as Harry paused and dropped to his knees and looked under the bed, muttering some curses to himself as he pulled out the two black-brown belts and attached them to his hips.

You sighed as you ran your fingers over the purple hickeys all over your neck and torso, whistling slightly at the dark bite mark on your ribs. You mentally thanked your past self as you pulled your turtle neck over your head and smoothed it down. “yeh ready darling?” you nodded over to your shoes and picked them up, walking over to Harry's bed to put them on.

You finished lacing them up and jumped slightly as Harry's hand appeared in your vision. You looked up slightly, biting your lip as he was fully geared up, a tricorn hat on his head, and a blue headwrap hiding his fluffy back hair. He had lined his eyes thick making the blue pop. You took his head and stood, the two of you walking out of his apartment and towards the hideout.

You stopped just a little less than a block away from the hideout, Harry taking off his hat and holding it in front of your faces as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips “I’ll see yeh later yer highness” he whispered with a smile, he took a step back and bowed low, flipping his hat on his head as he stood.

You shared a sad smile and Harry walked away. You watched him for a moment before you called after him, he turned with a raised brow “stay safe…please” you smiled as he nodded.

“as yeh wish” he turned away and walked toward the wharf, leaving you to return to the hideout alone, the cold metal of the hook charm against your chest reminding you that you might never see him again after today.

You never did see him again that day, being forced to stay with the car as the others went to get Ben.

It had been a week since cotillion, and you stared at yourself in the mirror, dark bags under your eyes as the clock read 2 am.

It had been hard…hearing yourself being referred to as “she” or “her” or “the sister of king ben” when you had finally found out who you were.

After you had gotten back you had scoured the internet to look up the terms Harry had told you. Non-binary…’Non-binary people not only do not identify as the gender they were assigned at birth; they do not identify with the male or female gender at all’

You were non-binary, and it was so hard to hear yourself be misgendered after years of feeling uncomfortable being referred to as a ‘girl’ then finally figuring yourself after meeting Harry. you thought of telling the core four, but you were scared that they would ask about how you found out, and then you would have to spill the beans about Harry.

You didn’t know what it meant to be non-binary but…this was your journey right? As long as you felt it was right…it had to be the right path…right? You glanced at the scissors on the counter, then back at yourself in the mirror, frowning at your long hair that your mother had demanded that you never cut dramatically, in fear that you would be seen as a boy.

…well fuck that.

You grabbed your scissors in one hand, your hair in the other, and pulled it to the side. You closed your eyes as you held the scissors over your hair.

*snip!*

You hardly looked as you chopped off your long hair, the locks falling on your feet and bathroom floor as you did.

You took a deep breath as you set down the scissors again and quickly looked at yourself, breath-stopping as you did.

“oh” you breathed, leaning forward towards the mirror and reaching up to touch your choppy short hair “...there you are” the cut was ugly and rough but…it felt right…you smiled, running your hands through your hair.

A thought came to mind, and you ran into your room to grab a baggy button-up shirt you had stolen from Ben months ago and quickly threw it over your tank top and buttoned it up.

You took a deep breath and stepped in front of your mirror, your eyes burning as you felt like you were seeing yourself for the first time “there you are” you whispered again, reaching up and grabbing the hook charm as you closed your eyes.

Your name was (y/n), and you were non-binary.

And if that disappointed your parents? Or anyone else in Auradon? Fuck em.

If you were proud of yourself that was all that mattered.

-end of part 1-

2nd parts gonna be after d2 and into D3 with (y/n) telling Ben and the C4 about them being NB and doing things to help themselves feel more like themselves…yep :D hopefully, I did this fic right and represented those who are non-binary correctly, I used the knowledge I had and did some research to make sure I didn’t type any stupid shit.

Oh also enjoy this little sketch dump I did while writing this, it's not (y/n) exactly, but just how I envisioned the “character” if it wasn’t a blank slate “character” lol, and yes they do got a pirate look going on…that’s the point XD they take inspo for their fashion from Harry/pirates.

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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Hey! Ive been feeling a bit in the muds so could you do like and old type of fanfic...like a mob!tom on a retro phone just sweet talking the reader?

Only if your requests are open tho. I dont wanna be a burden

Aw baby you could never EVER be a burdon. Dont ever be shy to talk to me because im always here babe.

T.H| What a Sweetheart

Summary: 👺👺👺

Warnings: ah just some fluff- i went overboard i hope your okay with that-

A/n: I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER- HERE ILL POST A WEIRD VIDEO FOR YOU

There you sat. The baby pink everywhere as you laid on your stomach rocking your feet and reading a book, sucking on your lolipop

Ring Ring, Ring Ring

A smile and a giggle brought to your lips, sitting up and crawling to the old pink retro phone you answered, curling the wire around your fingers with the other hand holding the pop.

“Hey babyface” “hi tommy” he also laid there, in the darkness as he starred at the empty wall, shirtless and pantless, just in his boxers and in his socks rubbing his stomach and wanting to listen to your voice.

“I missed you” you laughed at his words “i missed ya to tommy” “i miss your voice...that pretty face of yours” “well i cant come see you, daddy stays at home now and he needs my help” “i dont need your help princess” you giggled at his joke “not youuuu, my real daddy”

“Mhmm princess, well what are you wearing?” You looked down at yourself then squealed “well i just got this fuzzy pink robe! Its so cute!” He chuckles and shifted in his spot. “Are you tired dollface?” Your lips go to the side for a moment, thinking before speaking.

“Kind of” “well, can i talk you to sleep” he desperately asked, biting his lip waiting for an answer. “Yeah let me go turn off the lights” you muttered, putting the phone down before getting up and walking to your door to switch the light off.

When you came back to your large bed you cleaned everything up and tom waited patiently, humming some songs to himself before you came back.

“Alright, what dya’ got for me” you asked, laying down on your side and holding onto the phone. “I just wanted to praise you bunny. Tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you. How you speak and walk....your just everything for me ya know?”

“Really?” You said, your voice shrinking. “Of course baby, you deserve the whole wide world, do you know that? I feel like you should just sit on a cloud because your too good for this earth”

You sighed “thank you, but whats going on with you?” He bit his lip before answering, sitting up against the headboard “uhm, this job has been so stressful lately, i havent seen my family at all. I havent seen you- i just feel alone...”

“Oh...well i can ask my daddy to drop me off” you suggested. “No you dont have to, i only wanted to hear that sweet sweet voice” he chuckled, his head hanging low as he thought about what to buy you next.

“Im still listening!” You perked up making him laugh “i know you are princess, just lay down yeah? All ears for me?” “Got it tommy” “you ready?” “Mhm”

“I wanna buy you everything and more because your such a good girl for me, i wanna pleasure you in any and every way possible because you deserve it” “really? Give me some examples” “i dont know....rub your feet?” You both shared a small laugh “i know youve been wanting that fox fur coat..”

“I would fucking kill for that coat” “your daddy hasnt bought it for you yet?” He asked, a smirk on his face. “No, i havent asked at all” “whys that baby girl?”

You sighed before answering “because hes been so hard on me...hes getting old and-“ “you dont have to finish baby i know, i just wish we could all get together and be happy” “why cant we?” You asked rather innocently.

“Well...your daddy doesnt like my dad, and my dad doesnt like yours so we just continue to clash and fued” he wiped his eye. “Thats no fun, maybe i can talk to him” “what are you gonna say? That we are in love together and we wanna get married?” He sarcastically chuckled and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Well do you?” You asked. “Yeah doll...i do. Why dont we just run away and kill everyone in our path”

He didnt know why he was suggesting it. He in one of the biggest mobs and hes held responsible as one of the main people in the family, aside from you and yours. He really isnt the one for violence but he just wants at least a break of peace.

“Daddy wouldn’t like that” you shook your head. “I know, i just really miss you pretty girl” “i miss you to tom- thats why i wanna see you-“ “no itll just put you in danger! Stay home y/n” “what if i dont want to!”

“Then you cant come here. Im sorry!” “I dont care, bye-“ “wait-“ before he could finish you hung up the phone, dropping it back on its place before getting up and putting on your slippers and walking to the kitchen, finding your father eating.

“Daddy no carbs!” “Honey its 9 o’clock, give me a break” he glared at you, eating the piece of buttered bread. “Well i have a questionnnn” you distanced off, the slippers making a noise while you walked to the counter where your father was at. “Hm?” He groaned looking at you. “Dont get mad at me! Promise!” You said, holding up your hand and tilting your head at him.

“Spit it out y/n” “okay okay- can you pretty please talk to the hollands-“ he choked on the piece of bread “daddy!” You run up to him, aggressively patting his back. “Okay okay- im done! But you said what?” He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“The....hollands” you muttered looking away from him. “We have been against each othet for generations! And what makes you want to speak and collaborate with them” “daddy...theres this-“ “oh fuck off! Please dont tell me-“ you only nodded. “A white man?” “Daddy!” “What? Im being honest!”

“Whens the next meeting!” You asked. “In a week”

This is your first time ever coming to one of the meetings, and you were afraid. Your mob color is a dark brown so you wore it...daddy refused to let you wear anything too revealing because these men are dirty.

“Cover yourself!” “What are you talking about!” “Y/n.” “Finnneeee!” You stomped back to your room and your dad gifted you a tuxedo, so you wore it...

“Seeeeee you look great! Your grandfather would be so proud of you” news flash. All the women in the family ran away or whatever, they didnt know what they were getting their sleves into.

“Can we just leave”

Clank clank clank clank

You walked behind your dad and his close partners followed behind you, protecting you from toms family.

“You do not speak. You hear me y/n. Just sit down and listen” “yeah” you were nervous, ver nervous. So when you stepped in and seen absolutely no women at the tables you panicked. But when you made eye contact with tom you almost shit yourself.

He eyed you from afar, wondering why you were here. Why are you putting yourself in danger.

As everyone talked you sat there bored until someone made a comment about you. “Why is she here? Shes a beaut” he snickers, others laughing to.

Your dad stood “talk about my daughter again and i will kill you, understood?” He snapped, shrinking the man down to size. “Honey get out of here” he smiled at you and you stood, one of his friends pat coming with you outside.

“Why did you come here?” He asked, offering a cigarette but you declined. “I just wanted to see what its like” “no dont lie to me dollface, i know you were eyeing that boy” you side eyed him before groaning “is it obvious!” He laughed and took out his lighter.

“Very” “i dont like him” “well he likes you” he took a puff and put the lighter back in his front pocket. “How can you tell” you leaned up against the wall and crossed your arms. “He was only looking at you” he smiled, you smacked your lips. “You have em wrapped on your finger, you should take advantage of that”

“Well i dont wanna hurt people like you!” You whisper yelled. “Its business baby, has been for years” he shrugged. “Well maybe i can change it” “eh, it’s possible” he shrugged “but it aint easy”

You both heard the door get pushed open aggressively and turned around, seeing tom walking up to you. “Woah woah woah, slow your roll” pat said, stepping infront of you. “Can i just talk to her- give me like 20 minutes” “why should i do that” pat dropped the cigarette and stepped on it.

“Because i want to talk to her- if i dont make it back it twenty minutes i swear ill give you everything i have” “i dont want anything, y/n do you wanna go” pat looked back at you. You harshly swallowed before nodding your head, pat stepped aside and tom smiled, pulling your hand and tugging you to run with him.

“Baby” he said out of breath, both of you ran to the trunk of his car. “Y-yes tommy?” “I got you a gift” “what is it!” You perked up and he giggled “something youll never forget” he pulled out his key and opened the trunk, a large gift box with a pink bow on it. “Do you love me y/n?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah...i really do” you smiled and bit your lip nodding. “Open it” he muttered, you nervously took the bow out, slowly opening the top of the box “tommy i dont know...” “dont be scared! Open it!!” He edged you on.

Suddenly it started to sprinkle, soon turning into some heavy rain. “Y/n hurry up before you get a cold!” He said sternly and you did, a gasp left your lips as you raised the coat. “You bought it for me” you whispered and he nodded, he took the coat to put it on you, when you were finished your pressed your lips on his roughly, his hands hooking behind your knees to lift you up and put yout legs around his hips.

“I. Love. You. So. Much” you said between kisses. “I know princess, just know id kill for you if i had to” “i would too tommy, i would too” he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours, the rain coming down making your hair frizzy but he could care less, he loved you. “I wish we could be like this forever” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again. “We can baby, I promise” “how tommy?” You rubbed your nose against his “running away” “tommy i cant, you know this-“ “but arent you tired doll, it would just be me and you” he muttered, pinching your legs some.

You bit your lip before pressing a kiss on his lips. “Okay” “really?!” He smiled “yeah yeah lets go!” He carefully dropped you and slammed the trunk closed, he unlocked the car and you both hopped in, on the road you both go.

“I dont have any clothes!” “I can buy you everything you want and more princess, dont worry. Andddd letters. You always write your father some letters pretty girl” he smiled at you.

“Love you” “love you too”

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worldwidemochiguy · 4 years

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Ours (yandere! rapline x reader)

You've always known that Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are ‘dangerous’, but when one of your classmates decides to try and approach you, you learn just how dangerous they really are....

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Warnings: 18+ DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR, Yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, graphic sex scenes, Dom/sub dynamics, name-calling, face-fucking, comeplay (this is rly nasty y’all I'm sorry)

Word Count: 3.4K

a/n: thanks to anon who requested rapline x reader when a guy tries to approach reader! tbh that part only accounts for like the beginning and the end and the rest of it is just smut y’all im sorry idk how this happened lmao

OURS

“I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

The man in front of you slumps slightly, before mumbling out a desolate “Jongin,”

“Well, listen, Jongin, uh, it’s really flattering that you… think of me like that, but I’m not single, so… sorry?”

The man shuffles off without another word, disappearing into the library stacks, head bowed in embarrassment. You cringe slightly. Jongin was your partner for a group project a while ago and ever since then you’ve been able to feel his gaze trail over you sometimes during class, but you never thought he would actually make a move on you.

It’s pretty well-known at your college that you’re not available. Your boyfriends take pains to make it as clear as possible. They even have a rota, taking turns to pick you up each day after class, each time in a ridiculously ostentatious car. This morning you had been dropped off in Hoseok’s red Aston Martin, and you’re pretty sure it is Namjoon’s turn to pick you up in the Lamborghini once you’re finished studying.

Even though your boyfriends always want to hear everything about your day with no detail omitted, you decide to not disclose the fact that one of your classmates had approached you. Jongin was a nice guy, after all, and you didn’t want to see him come in one day covered in bruises, or worse, not come in at all.

Your phone buzzes, and you start putting away your books without even having to check who it is. Only your boyfriends have your number now — they bought you a new phone because the old one mysteriously went missing. You take a quick glance anyway.

[groupchat: You, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon]

Namjoon

I’m outside waiting for you, Princess.

[4:02PM]

You

I’ll be out in a sec!

[4:02PM]

Can’t wait to see you! <33333

[4:03PM]

You tap out a few brief responses — they hate to be left on read — before swinging your bag over your shoulder and leaving the library. As you expected, Namjoon is leaning against the Lamborghini illegally parked in front of the main entrance, subject to more than a few admiring glances tossed his way, though you can’t tell whether they’re checking out the car or him.

As soon as he sees you, his full lips tug into a smile, exposing his dimples as he reaches out to take your bag for you. You go up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek in thanks, and pretend that you don’t feel a curl of smug possessiveness flare up when you see the girl who was checking him out scowl and turn back to her friends.

He opens the door for you and helps you into the car, before walking around to place your bag in the trunk and getting in the drivers seat. Soon enough, the rolling purr of the engine starts up and the college library starts disappearing in the rear view mirror.

The two of you sit in companionable silence, Namjoon’s hand resting comfortably on your thigh.

“I didn’t know you were so possessive, Princess.” Namjoon breaks the silence with a seemingly casual remark, though it is easy to detect the self-satisfied undercurrent in his voice.

“Huh?”

“Oh, so you’re playing innocent? Cute.” He smirks, beginning to smooth his hand along your thigh. You try not to squirm under his attention. “That girl who was watching me, you didn’t like her, did you? You smiled when she turned away after you kissed me. Don’t you realise I notice everything you do?”

Your cheeks burn as Namjoon deftly unravels your thoughts, embarrassed that he finds you so easy to read. You mumble something quietly under your breath, and within the blink of an eye Namjoon pulls over, takes his hand off your thigh and uses it to grip your chin, tilting your head up firmly so you are forced to meet his eye.

“What was that, Princess?” He smirks, and you know he won’t let you get away with not replying.

Your cheeks flush deeply, and Namjoon briefly trails his thumb over the inflamed skin, before catching it on your bottom lip and tugging, a cue for you to speak before he gets impatient.

“I said, wouldn’t you be possessive if you saw a guy checking me out?” You ask meekly, and Namjoon’s gaze darkens.

“I’d destroy anyone who dared to even touch you. You’re mine. Ours.” His fervent response does not shock you, but just solidifies your resolution in your mind.

You hate lying to Namjoon, and Yoongi and Hoseok as well, but you know that if you tell them Jongin asked you out, it would only end in needless bloodshed. Anyway, it’s not like he was persistent or anything, it was a one off and you don’t think it’s necessary for him to be punished so harshly.

By the time you make it back home, Namjoon’s sucked three fresh bruises into your neck to join the already-present necklace of love-bites. Having three deeply possessive boyfriends simply means having three times the hickeys a normal person might receive — not that you are complaining. You like to feel like you belong to them.

Before Namjoon can even type in the code to unlock the door, Hoseok has swung it open and gathers you into his arms eagerly, tugging you backwards into the house.

“Princess!” He exclaims in between the kisses he peppers over your face, your hair, anything that he can reach. Behind you, Namjoon chuckles quietly. “Oh, you were gone so long! I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Hobi.” You giggle, and his eyes widen with joy.

“I wish you didn’t have to go at all. Do you really have to get a degree?”

“She should get an education.” Namjoon asserts, and you nod at Hoseok, agreeing with your other boyfriend. Hoseok grumbles, before leading you towards the couch, tugging you on top of his lap as he sits down.

“It’s not like you’re gonna need to get a job or anything. We’ll support you, won’t we, Namjoon?” Hoseok raises his voice so Namjoon, who’s gone to the kitchen to arrange a small meal for you, can hear. Yoongi, the resident cook, won’t be back for a while, but Hoseok and Namjoon would rather let themselves starve than let you go hungry, which could be possibility since Namjoon really is an atrocious cook.

“Of course she won’t get a job.” Says Namjoon as he brushes into the room with a bowl of microwaved popcorn for you. Hoseok’s already started the film, some kind of horror flick, and he settles you comfortably in between himself and Namjoon, who’s just sat down. They love to make you watch horror films because you always get scared and hold onto them tightly, it makes them laugh so loud it almost drowns out the monstrous noises coming from the TV.

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“Is it over yet?” You mumble, voice muffled in Namjoon’s sweater. You feel his chest rumble as he laughs, Hoseok’s high-pitched giggle joining even as he runs a comforting hand down your back.

“We’re only forty minutes in, Princess.”

“How much is there left?”

“About an hour.”

You release a whine which induces their laughter again, until they are interrupted by the opening and shutting of the front door.

“You guys are watching Saw again?” You hear Yoongi’s dry voice ask and you point your arms in the direction from which you think it came from, fingers splayed, needy. He immediately joins you on the couch and wraps you in his arms, displacing Hoseok who lets out a dismayed noise.

Yoongi hates horror films just as much as you do, no matter how tough he is in real life. You survive through the next hour with your face pressed into Yoongi’s chest and his hand gently stroking your hair. After the ordeal concludes, you join Yoongi in the kitchen to make dinner, sat on a stool by the kitchen island and watching, since Yoongi doesn’t want you close to any of the hot surfaces or cooking knives in case you get hurt.

Namjoon sits and does his paperwork on the dining table, and you occasionally drift over to sit on his lap and mouth along his collarbones, trying to help with the stress that his job brings. Every so often, you go and check on Hoseok, who is practising in the studio. Seeing him so focused and sweaty from the exercise causes something to surface within you, and when you stumble back to the kitchen with mussed hair and swollen lips, Namjoon takes one glance at you and drops his pen.

“That’s not fair.” He breathes.

“What?”

“Hoseok can’t keep you all to himself like that. Especially when you look like that.”

“Like what?” You ask with faux innocence, and he rises from the table and begins to stalk towards you slowly, a predator cornering its prey.

“Like you’ve just been ruined. Like you’ve just had a cock in you and can barely stand. Like you’re still hungry for more.”

“And what if I am?” You whisper as he comes closer, so close your back hits the wall and his chest touches yours.

At your question, Namjoon groans and he wastes no time before crashing his lips against yours, all tongue and teeth and fire. His hand reaches down beneath your skirt and wrenches your panties aside, shoving his fingers inside you to play with Hoseok’s cum, still warm inside you.

“Fuck,” he bites out against your lip, “Already had one cock in you and yet you’re still so fucking tight.”

You moan breathlessly as he plunges two fingers into you, already scissoring them and twisting them mercilessly in a way that has your legs weakening so much that he has to support your weight.

“You need my cock, don’t you Princess? You need me to fuck you loose and sloppy, huh? I can’t believe you want two cocks within the space of a minute, you little fucking slut.”

His words cause the heat building in your gut to ratchet upwards, already on edge and over-sensitive thanks to the two orgasms Hoseok strung out of you. You’re almost delirious, panting and whining and begging as Namjoon fingerfucks you.

“Well, Princess? Do you want my cock or not?” He growls impatiently, and you moan loud enough that Hoseok can probably hear you in his studio, even over the music.

“Yes, I want- I need your cock. ‘m want you to fuck me sloppy, please, c’mon-” You whined against Namjoon, your head slumping down onto his shoulder, and he curses harshly to himself.

Somehow, he removes your skirt and panties — though he is still fully clothed with the exception of his open fly — and thrusts into you in one long, smooth motion. There is something so degrading about being basically naked while Namjoon is completely covered, but it just turns you on even more.

You’re so sensitive, having just been taken Hoseok up against the mirrors in the studio, his dancer’s hips fucking into you unrelentingly, and it doesn’t take much to bring you to the edge. Namjoon pounds into you, so hard that your head knocks back against the wall, and you know you’ll have bruises on your back where you’re being pressed against the wall too hard.

The pain only makes everything more overwhelming, makes it better, and you come on his cock with a wailing scream. His thrusts do not falter, and he only pushes you further up the wall, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist and taking you in his arms so that he is bouncing your body up and down on his cock like a fucktoy.

“Yes, Princess. You take it so well, you were made for my cock, weren’t you? Made to be used like my own little fuckdoll. My precious slut.” The new angle is hitting that perfect spot within you, the spot that makes your vision swim, and you are barely coherent, babbling nonsense and encouragement as he just keeps going.

You lose count of the amount of times you come before he eventually slows down, spilling into you and then pumping it through you slowly, mixing in with Hoseok’s from earlier. As he pulls out, his seed trickles down your thigh and dries there. You go to wipe it off with your discarded skirt — it would ruin the skirt, but they would always just buy you a new one — but Namjoon stops you with a tight grip on your wrist.

“Leave it there.” He commands, and you nod, wide-eyed. “You look so pretty with my seed marking you. You look like you’re mine.”

“She’s mine too, you know.” A low voice utters, and you startle when you remember that Yoongi was still in the kitchen, and could have been watching the whole time. Must have been, considering the impressive erection he’s stroking with one hand, eyes hooded as they watch you. Despite yourself, you lick your lips, and Yoongi coos.

“Baby still wants more, huh? Even after two cocks inside her?” You nod, just like you know he wants you to, and he gives you a satisfied smile. Yoongi takes his time, moving towards you in slow, measured steps. Behind you, Namjoon forces you to your knees, holding your hands behind your back.

“Does the little slut want her dinner now?” You try to nod, and Namjoon tightens a hand into your hair, making you whimper.

“Take her shirt off.” Yoongi says and Namjoon rips it off your body without a warning. You gasp as your skin is exposed to the cold air, a gasp which tapers into a whine and Yoongi reaches down and pinches one of your nipples hard.

“So sensitive.” He chuckles, before cupping your jaw. He moves his shoe forwards so it presses in between your legs, right up against your too-sensitive core. You mewl and wriggle away from it, but Namjoon holds you firm.

“Listen, baby.” Yoongi starts, his hand at your eye level stroking up and down his cock leisurely, “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and while I do that, you’re going to get yourself off on my shoe.” You start to whimper, shaking your head but Yoongi hushes you. “That wasn’t a question. If you don’t come before I do, you’ll be punished.”

You shiver, but still try to protest meekly.

“Yoongi, it’s too much, please, I can’t-” But Namjoon forces your jaw open and Yoongi shoves himself into your mouth before you can finish.

You moan around his cock, the feeling of being full always mindlessly satisfying you and, after a moments hesitation, you start grinding against his shoe. The sensitivity makes it almost painful, and you sob around his cock, eyes already leaking tears as Yoongi thrusts deep into you over and over again, at one point holding your nose against his hip until you thought you were about to pass out, before pulling out and slamming back in.

“Fuck, look at you.” Yoongi grunts, fucking your face like there’s no tomorrow. “Such a fucking slut. Look Namjoon, she’s panting on my cock, getting the come of all the men she’s fucked all over my shoe. I hope you know you’re going to be licking it clean, Princess.”

At his last statement, all the pain and arousal and humiliation forges itself into one white-hot surge of pleasure and the orgasm rips through you almost violently. Your throat tightens against Yoongi’s cock and a few seconds later he’s yanking himself out roughly and coming all over your face and chest.

“So beautiful.” He murmurs as you slump backwards against Namjoon’s thighs. “Covered in our essence. You’re ours, and you always will be.”

Since Yoongi practically abandoned dinner and let it burn, the three of you order take out, and they take turns feeding you as you perch — still entirely naked and covered in their dried come — on Hoseok’s lap. After dinner, the four of you have a warm bath where Hoseok uses his magic fingers to massage all the aches and groans out of your body, all the while praising you for how well you took them, how beautiful you are, how proud you should be. It ends up with him taking you slowly against the side of the bath, water rushing around you while you stretch yourself enough to take Yoongi as well, leaning over to take Namjoon in your mouth.

By the time you stumble into bed, you are well and truly exhausted, and you fall asleep right away, wrapped in Hoseok and Namjoon’s arms, with Yoongi sprawled on top of you, feeling safer than you’ve ever felt in your life.

~~~

Next week, you are getting a coffee during a break between classes — normally your boyfriends would come and visit you in this time but Yoongi was being held up at work, as was Namjoon, and Hoseok was trying to nail down a new routine — when Jongin approaches you again.

He looks nervous, and you surprise a sigh.

“Look, Jongin, I’m flattered, but-”

“I know you’re dating those men, but honestly, Y/n, they are not who you think they are.”

“Excuse me?” You ask incredulously, anger flaring within you at the criticism of your boyfriends.

“Listen, I’ve looked into their backgrounds a little and they’re dangerous, Y/n, you don’t want to associate with them.”

“I think I can decide what I want for myself, thanks.” You reply frostily. “I know you have a crush on me, and I was willing to let that slide, but this really is pathetic. Maybe you should think for a second; if they’re so dangerous, then what do you think is going to happen when you try to take what’s theirs?”

His eyes widen in fear, and for a second you feel smug that you managed to cow him into such a level of fear, and then you feel an arm wrap securely around your shoulders.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself, Princess.” Namjoon says, giving a now-trembling Jongin a death glare.

“Telling lies to our girlfriend is certainly a dangerous thing to do.” Hoseok purrs, flanking Namjoon’s shoulder.

“And telling her you have feelings for her is even worse.” Yoongi smirks, moving in between you and Jongin.

“Honestly, if I were you, I would start running.”

Jongin turns tail and flees out of the coffee shop, followed by many curious glances. Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi exchange a smug smile before they start leading you to the car — a modest Rolls Royce today.

“I- I thought you couldn’t come today?” You ask, confused, and Namjoon huffs a laugh.

“We wanted to surprise you.”

“Of course, we should have realised we’d have to scare off one of your admirers.” Hoseok laughs, though his eyes are tight.

“I didn’t realise he would go that far. I just felt kind of bad for him, but if you hadn’t arrived today I would definitely have told you the second I got home.”

“You should always tell us everything, Princess.” Yoongi growls, before pushing you into the back of the car.

Hoseok slips into the drivers seat whilst Namjoon and Yoongi flank your sides in the back seats.

“From now on, you tell us everything, ok? No secrets.” Namjoon says sternly, and you nod.

“What about Jongin? Are you going to catch him?”

“Don’t think about that filth.” Hoseok instructs from the front, “We’ll take care of him. You don’t have to worry about any of it. We’ll call the college and say you’re sick for the rest of the week so you can have time to recover.”

“Ok.” You reply quietly, burrowing into the car leather.

“You really don’t have to worry, Princess.” Yoongi reassures you, taking your quiet behaviour for fear.

“We won’t let anyone take you from us. Ever. You’re ours. We’ll kill anyone who tries to lay a single finger on you, sweetheart. And if anyone tries to take you away? I’ll make sure they suffer so much they’ll be begging for death. That’s how much I love you, baby. We love you, so much.”

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sylvie-writes · 4 years

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“I Wanna Be Just Like Mommy!”

a/n: this is to make up for my inactivity. (which is still ongoing lol bc school drains me)

Summary: a short hc to kick off my fall writing!

“Stevie! Wake up babe!”

Your husband groaned and curled into his side, pillow clutched to the side of his face as you leaned over his body, pressing kisses to his bare shoulder to wake him.

“ehhh.”

“C’mon! You promised Sarah and I to brunch today!”

At that, Steve shot up and looked at you, a worried look glossing over his face, his frown disappearing at your sweet smile.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I forgot! Give me like ten minutes.”

Steve then went to throw the covers off, when you pulled them back over him, shaking your head.

“It’s okay, silly. I was just waking you up early because I knew you forgot, after all you did have a mission yesterday.”

Steve Rogers was so grateful to have such a forgiving, and supportive wife.

Leaning forward with joy, he kissed you deeply, holding you close to him as you smiled into the kiss.

“Well, you rest up some more. I’m gonna go get ready, Sarah too. I’ll come wake you.”

You pressed a pucker to his cheek and dashed off to go wake Sarah, who was surprisingly in the kitchen.

As you walked passed, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the little girl at the kitchen counter, sitting with her plastic princess bowl and spoon in front of her, a quart of milk adjacent to the bowl.

“Mommy! I was trying to make cereal, but daddy put the box on the top shelf.”

Smiling, you walked to the little girl’s chair and kissed her messy nest of hair, patting her shoulder before venturing off to reach the box of Frosted Flakes.

Returning to Sarah, you helped her pour the milk and cereal, your daughter gladly accepting your assistance.

Finally, Sarah dug into the cereal, crunching it happily, even offering to share with you.

“Have some, mommy!”

Her little hand brought the spoon to your mouth as she fed you, just as you always did to her.

The two of you, were just as close as she was with Steve.

One of the things you shared with the little girl was your food.

Anytime you’d eat out, you’d put said food on a spoon or fork and feed it to her. Then in return Sarah would give you a chicken tender or an orange slice from her kids meal.

Not too long after, Sarah fisnihed her cereal, you finishing a cup of coffee along with her.

Dishes put away, you escorted Sarah to the bathroom where she got into the tub and proceeded to let you wash her up.

Minutes later, her knotted golden locks were dampened and you gently brushed them out as she sat on the toilet seat, telling of her adventures with Uncle Bucky at the museum where she saw some of Steve’s old pictures.

Sarah, just like you, was always interested to hear about Steve’s last. The 30’s/40’s seemed like an interesting era, and to hear about it from someone who wasn’t physically 100 years old was pretty cool too.

When her hair was dry, you did a little half up-half down, securing a pumpkin bow onto the ponytail.

The little girl still sat in her nightgown, outfit not yet picked out. Checking the time on your phone, the clock read 10:07 AM, meaning you should go get your shower, then change Sarah.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got to go shower myself, how about you watch some tv in my room while you wait?”

Like the most darling child she is, Sarah jumped off her seat and dashed into your bedroom, jumping on the bed, your side to be exact, Steve not even noticing, for he was in the deepest slumber ever.

You scrolled through the channels, stopping on nick jr. where some cartoon was playing, Sarah’s attention glued to it, allowing you to shower.

After you stepped out, you immediately picked up your outfit you had planned for today. Steve told you about the brunch last week and you just wanted an excuse to dress up.

So in honor of the fall weather, you bought a burgundy boucle knit sweater and some light denim jeans to kick off the season.

To complete the look, you wore black ankle wedge boots, paired with your wedding ring and a small necklace that was Steve’s mother’s.

Yes, your outfit was what some would call, aesthetically pleasing, for it was the epitome of fall.

As you were now dressed, you picked up Sarah from the bed, kissing Steve to wake up, which he did, and then going to change your daughter.

Once in her room, you set her down to search through the drawers when she stopped you with her little hands.

“Mommy, you look so pretty! I have a sweeter like that! Can we be twins?”

Her pronunciation and little baby eyes were so cute, as she begged to match with you.

Sooooo cute 🥺

Nodding, the girl ran around you and opened another drawer pulling out her own burgundy sweater as you fished around in your drawer for her denim jeans, which were slightly darker.

Handing her the outfit, she surprisingly dressed her self correctly, then going to sit on her bed, slipping on some socks. Which of course were mismatched.

As she did that, you went to the front door of the apartment, the mud room or drop zone so to say, and found her pair of boots. Brown leather ankle boots.

Sarah pulled on the boots and hopped off the bed, running to your bedroom. You were really hoping that Steve wouldn’t just walk out of the bathroom, naked, having forgot his clothes.

Relieved that he didn’t, you followed Sarah to your nightstand, where she handed you your phone.

“We need a picture, momma!”

Agreeing, you opened the camera and walked with her into the closet, using the floor mirror for a full outfit picture.

Duck faces, smiles, goofy grins, you must’ve taken at least fifteen pictures, ones you’d treasure for years to come.

After taking pictures, you and Sarah went to go sit on the couch, awaiting Steve who would be done any minute now...

“There are my pretty girls!”

Steve walked in, burgundy sweater of his own, jaw dropping as he was met with the two of you matching. Now apparently matching him too.

All three of you just burst into giggles.

“So are we going like this or am I gonna be the one to change.”

You walked over to Steve to hug him, Sarah joining in as Steve picked her up.

“No daddy! I think we all look pwetty like mommy.”

So before walking out, you all took one selfie, your burgundy sweaters prominent in the picture.

It definitely became your lock screen for the next few months.

And needless to say, everyone smiled at your family at the restaurant.

Captain America and family: matching trio.

Im so sad that this will never happen, but I’m so warm and fuzzy rn 🥺🥺

Sorry for any mistakes, I should be sleeping bc I have class early, so I didn’t edit this.

Tmrw I’ll add a read more button bc I wrote this on mobile 😐

#steve rogers #chris evans #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #dad steve rogers #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers headcanon #sylvie's fall writing

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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The Lions Den

Mafia!Jimin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 1.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings for this chapter: Fellatio, Face Fucking, Cock Worship, Cum Swallowing, Dom!Jimin, Sub!Reader, Daddy Kink

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Sequel to The Bird Cage

"Easy, Kitten." Jimin's voice is ignored by you as you tilt your head to the man sitting in your shared office. Your fingernails dig into the man's cheek and you watch him flinch before smirking.

"Where's my money?" Your husband leans back in his chair, whisky glass in hand before tilting his head back. "You should answer her before she gets angry."

Yu Kirsoon is a strong, built man that you've turned feeble and weak within seconds. "I-I-" You move his head around like a rag doll before raising an eyebrow.

"You-You what?" You mock through gritted teeth and his shoulders hunch over as you take your hand off of his face before giving it a small, disparaging slap. The office is silent apart from Jeongguk in the corner flipping a knife between his fingers as both him and your husband watch on at the sight in front of them.

“I don’t know where the money is. I did a drop off without checking for pick up.” His voice is a mere whisper in the large room. You clap your hands in front of his face, he flinches and you lean back against the desk. “You owe me four million dollars. How are you going to repay that when you have not a single brain cell in your meat head.”

Jimin snorts from behind you and you fold your arms. You watch as he bows his head, the branding mark on his neck gnarled and twisted with scars from past fights. “Why doesn’t he go work for the Lees for the time being? So you don’t have to see his face.” Jimin suggests quietly, he has a soft spot for all of his Lions and you know this very well.

“Oh, no. That won’t do at all.” You mumble before picking up your glass of champagne and taking a sip. “He’ll go work at The Bird Cage. To pay off his debt.”

You hear Jeongguk clear his throat quietly, “You’ll be a good waiter. Won’t you Kirsoon?” He nods weakly as you stand back up to full height, hands brushing off the wrinkles you’ve made in your Chanel dress. “Yes, madam.”

“That’s a good boy.”

Entering your bedroom, your eyes land on Lion as he sleeps on your pillow. The corners of your lips turn upwards before rolling your head on your shoulders. There was very little time for peace and quiet in this house and you take what you can get, if you’re being honest. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you lean back on your hands. Eyes lazily traipsing over both paintings on the far end of the room before the door opens. “Kitten.”

You glance over at your husband before sitting up straighter. He fixes his tie before carding his fingers through his black hair. He narrows his eyes at you, whisky glass in hand before pointing his index finger at you over the lip. “You can’t just send Lions to do cheap work at The Bird Cage.”

You roll your eyes before turning your body towards him. “Did he or did he not lose our money FOR the casino?” He sips his whisky, neck veins jutting at the harsh burn before nodding his head.

“Then he will work AT the casino, until I say so.” He scoffs gently before unbuttoning his black suit jacket. “You’re a fucking brat.”

You shrug as he strips off the layer of clothing, laying it over the velvet arm chair before sauntering towards you. “Brats can have fun too.” He snorts, uncuffing his sleeves before straddling you. His hand meets your chest before you’re being shoved back into the bed. “Brats get punished, Kitten.”

A small smile tugs at your lips before you’re tilting your head. He hums gently before putting both hands on either side of your face and turning you to look up at him. “Kitten, you do everything you can to get under my skin don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” He chuckles to himself before leaning down and kissing you. His plush pink lips warm against your skin as he kisses you with unbridled passion. His tongue licks over the seam of your lips and your hands grasp at his toned arms. He moans gently as your mouth opens for him, whisky laden tongue running over yours before he hears a loud shriek that could only be from his daughter and the noise is barreling right towards the master bedroom. He clicks his teeth before hopping off of you. His eyes stay on the door before the shadows of little feet appear underneath it. He chuckles to himself gently, hand rubbing over your bare thigh as the door creaks open.

Hawon gasps loudly before smiling at the both of you and you can’t help but giggle as your husband gasps back playfully. “Who’s that? Is that the prettiest princess of them all?!” He calls out cutely to her making her giggle as she sways her body.

He stands up with a groan before crouching and holding his arms out to her, she runs towards him at full speed and he grunts as he catches her as she jumps up. Her arms wrap around his neck before burying her face into his shirt. “You woke up from your nap? Hmm?”

She nods, face rubbing over his crisp white shirt before he’s rubbing his hand over her back. “Mommy?” You hum to your daughter as you sit up, fingers combing through your hair.

“Can I have a little sister now?” Your heart pangs and you clear your throat before standing up. “Why don’t we go find Mirae, hmm?” Jimin whispers quickly to her before kissing your forehead.

You watch as he walks away, lips turning down into a frown before he exits the bedroom. You stare ahead at the paintings on the wall, head tilting as your fingers snag at a knot within your hair. It’s not like you both weren’t trying for another one, you were. Constantly trying actually. But, it just wasn’t as easy as the first two. Hawon was unexpected, Minseok was unexpected and now that you were trying for a third it just wasn’t coming as easily as you’d like. Jimin accuses everything but the both of you for this. To him it was the Im’s fault. They’ve had you both so stressed out lately, after receiving the knowledge that they killed your parents. He says the stress is bad for your womb. Whatever the fuck that means. The casino is another cause for no baby. Stress from making sure the casino runs properly is too much for you to handle and that is why your womb is still empty.

You lay back on the bed as Lion walks over the mattress before laying down on your chest. But, you know the truth. It’s your fault. You’ve slowly found the time between all the stress to hate yourself for it. You see Jimin’s eyes light up after each sexual encounter, like he’s begging you and whatever God to give him another child. You see his body shiver with anticipation if your period is a day late. You see it all. And, you can’t help that you find it discouraging. Because you should give him everything he wants and this one thing is just not coming.

“Phones.” You throw your phone into the sound proof metal box before looking over at Jeongguk as he stares down at the table. His hair is greasy, heavy bags laden under his doe eyes and you can smell the alcohol seeping from his pores. You raise an eyebrow as he shuts his eyes as if he’s in pain. You put your hand gently on his arm. Before you know it, his hand shoots out grabbing your wrist before twisting it harshly. “Guk!” You whine in pain as he continues to twist it to the left.

Your body moves with his grasp as the joint of your shoulder sends a sharp pain through you. “Jeongguk!” Jimin yells loudly, you could feel the muscles in your arm tensing almost the point of ripping. Your husband cocks his gun before putting the mouth to Jeongguk’s forehead. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He seethes to the younger man as the rest of the guys cock their guns at him.

He lets you out of his grasp and you whine loudly falling back into your chair. “Never touch my wife for as long as you fucking live. What’re you dumb?!” You rub at your shoulder before narrowing your eyes at the youngest. Jeongguk stays silent before opening his eyes, “Sorry.” He mumbles before pulling a bottle of Hennessy out of his hoodie and unscrewing the cap.

Jimin wraps his arm around your waist, hand running over your side before ripping his feral eyes away from the torturer in the room. “You okay, baby?” You roll your shoulder before nodding slightly.

“I’ll be fine.” He scoffs before massaging at the muscles of your shoulder. “Get out.” He tells Jeongguk who turns his gaze to his boss without an inkling of care in his eyes.

“Get out? Of where? The meeting? Of life? Where would you like me to ‘get out’ to, boss?” His voice is heavy with sarcasm and you close your eyes as Jimin smacks the metal table before gritting his teeth. “Get out of this fucking room before I kill you.”

Jeongguk shrugs before standing up and shoving the other men’s chairs out of his way. “What the fuck is wrong with him today?” Hoseok mumbles before fixing his chair with a scoff.

“It’s Lee’s death anniversary.” Yoongi mumbles as he sparks his cigarette. You frown deeply as Jeongguk slams the door shut behind him and you feel your face blanch before looking at your husband. He runs his hands over his face before clearing his throat. “Fuck.”

It took you a while to find him, but you did. He sits at the edge of the garden, legs tucked underneath him as he runs his fingers through the blades of perfectly cut grass. “Hi.” You whisper before sitting down next to him.

He doesn’t speak, he just stares at the floor. You both sit for a while, his eyes below him and yours on the sun as it begins to set on the horizon. The sky is a pretty salmon color and you find yourself thinking that before Jimin and this life nothing was pretty to you. You don’t know if your presence is comforting or not but you’ve known Jeongguk for a long time now and anything you can do for him you would.

You could hear the kids screaming inside of the mansion and you tilt your head to look at him as he groans gently. “I’m sorry I hurt you, noona.” His voice is slurred from all of his alcohol intake but you can easily hear the regret. You show him your hand before rubbing his back in comforting circles.

“It hurts.” He mumbles before looking up at the setting sun. His hands rub together before pulling out the bottle of alcohol he had earlier at the meeting. “She’s painted on the back of my eyelids every second of the fucking day and just for once, just today, I wish I didn’t have to see her.”

You nod at his words, not saying anything for fear of speaking out of turn during his time of need. “She is always around, haunting me. In my dreams, in my mind, behind my eyelids. I don’t know what I would do without her but just for today… I wish this guilt wasn’t eating me alive.” You hum in agreement as he hangs his head.

“I’m sorry Guk.” He spins the cap off the bottle before chuckling to himself, “Jimin is going to fucking flay my ass for gripping you like that. Fuck my life.” His voice ends in a murmur before he’s swigging from the bottle.

“Kitten!” You hear your husband loud and clear before turning your head. He stands on the balcony of your bedroom, arms folded with narrowed eyes.

“Come upstairs.” His voice is clipped and Jeongguk grunts gently. He was in trouble and you feel bad for him.

You enter the bedroom quietly, your husband stands shirtless leaning against the balcony door frame. “He hurt you, why would you go and see him when he’s like that?” He chides you before turning around.

“Because he’s hurting and he needs someone.” Jimin scoffs gently before standing up tall. “You’re to stay away from him until he is sober. Do you hear me?” You hum unamused before he’s raising an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you ever fucking listen?!”

“He’s hurting Jimin! He needs someone!” You yell out to your husband as you point your finger towards the closed doors.

“That someone isn't you! You’re too precious to me! What would happen if you got hurt because he can’t control his emotions?! You’ve seen him! He’s like a ticking time bomb!” You fold your arms before scoffing. “You’ve been his friend since you were younger. Why don’t you go talk to him then?”

Jimin rubs his hands over his face before walking over to the liquor caddy and pouring himself a glass of whisky. “Because I can’t. You stay away from him until he’s sober. Or else.”

“Or else what?!” He slams down the glass of whisky before turning to you. “Kitten.”

Your feet pad over to him before you’re wrapping him into a hug. He’s projecting, you know your husband well enough for that. He blames himself for the death of Lee, something he has spoken about a few times throughout the years of marriage. He feels guilty.

Your lips traipse along his jaw, his hands grip at your hips before sighing gently. “Kitten, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

You ignore him, suckling sweet patches onto his collarbones before trailing lower. His gun is discarded onto the liquor caddy by you before your hands find his belt and you undo it silently. You kiss over his chest, taking time to shower the names of you and your two children with love before swiping your tongue over his nipple. He sighs gently before pressing himself flush against the wall. “Kitten. Please.”

You silence him with a playful nip on his nipple before unzipping his pants. “Y/N.” He calls to you quietly, “Let me take care of you.”

His head lolls back to the wall as his hands run through your hair. “I just have this guilt.” He mumbles to the air as you lick over the plains of his abs.

“I know.” You whisper gently before pushing down his pants. He grips at your hair as you suck at the skin above the waistband of his briefs. Your fingers find the waistband before tugging them down. He takes in a sharp breath between his teeth as his cock smacks up into his stomach. You hum pleased before getting to your knees.

You see the sight of him daily and it never gets old. He groans gently, tugging at your hair as you wrap your hand around his long length. The bulbous tip blushed pink with need begins to weep as you pump him slowly. “Oh fuck.” He curses before his eyes flutter shut.

You lick at the seam of his head, collecting his precum on your tongue before swirling the muscle around him smoothly. He gasps gently and you watch as his thigh muscles shake with unabashed pleasure. “Oh, Kitten. Shit.”

You take his length into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to make a vacuum like suction around him. He curses gently as you begin a steady rhythm of fucking his cock into your mouth. He tugs at your hair harder as his ass pushes off of the wall. “Will you let me fuck your throat? Hmm, Kitten?”

You moan in response as he grips at your head with both of his hands. His jaw tightens before both of your eyes connect. “I love you so much, baby girl.” You whimper as he thrusts gently.

“I just, fuck, need all this stress to go away.” With every word his cock begins to ram harder into you. Your hands grip at his muscular thighs as his moans get louder. You swallow around him letting his cock go in deeper as your throat muscles clench and lax around him with every thrust. “Oh fuck, you’re such a good little girl letting me fuck your throat like this.”

The flat of your tongue runs over his shaft and a string of curses leaves your husband's mouth. "Oh Kitten."

You begin to gag as he fucks your mouth faster, eyes welling up with tears as you hear his groan grow louder. "Fuck, you like that? God, baby you look so hot when you cry for my cock."

Your manicured fingernails dig into the flesh of his thighs and you can see him shiver visibly. "Oh fuck! Fuck!"

His cock begins to throb and you will your throat and gag reflex to behave as he tucks his plush bottom lip between his teeth. His gaze is soft as he looks down at you, like you're holding him to the Earth with every thrust. Streams of precum trail down your throat and you moan at the taste that is solely your husband. “Oh, babe. I’m going to cum. Fuck!”

Your hand grabs at his tightening balls, rolling and squeezing them gently. His head smacks into the wall as he gives off a long, slow moan. “That’s it, baby. Fuck! Kitten.”

He chokes on a gasp before his cock stills, “Oh, fuck I love you.” With that sentence he orgasms, hands pushing down on your head as you sputter around him. Ropes of cum paint your throat. “Swallow and show me.”

You swallow before letting your tongue hang out of your mouth as you pull away. He looks drunk, black hair disheveled as his sideburns slick down to his face with sweat. He gives you a lazy smirk before bending down and kissing your forehead. “You’re very, very good at distracting me, Kitten. Too good.” He mumbles making you giggle.

He helps you up before rubbing at your reddened knees. You pull his pants back up as he sighs gently. He grabs his whisky glass before wrapping his hand around your wrist and pulling you over to the bed. He sits down on the edge, eyes opening wide as if he was trying to wake himself up. He pats the spot next to him and you sit with him for a moment before he is pulling you into his chest to coddle you. “I thought after the whole Kim Shin business we would find ourselves in an easier spot but everything is building up against.”

You nod against him, hearing his heart rate even out before running your fingers over his chest. You feel the defined pectoral muscles he’s been working hard to keep and you can’t help but look up at him as he sips from his glass of whisky. His Adam’s apple bobs and neck veins appear as he sips the alcohol. Small droplets of sweat run down his honey skin and you wipe at them making him smile. “Are you listening to me, Kitten? Or are you checking out your husband?” He teases before leaning back on his hands.

“Both.” You answer truthfully making him snort. You grab the glass of whisky before chugging the contents and setting it down on the floor. Your leg swings over his waist as you straddle him and his hands begin to caress your thighs. He gives a small chuckle before putting one arm underneath his head as he looks up at you. “Any problems we have, we can fix them together.” You tell him as your fingers begin to run over the plains of his abs.

“I know, baby. I just…” He exhales loudly before rubbing circles into your skin, “We have this whole Im business now. Unfortunately for their families they’re going to pay for their sins. Jeongguk is turning into a drunken, raging lunatic. Jin and your sister are just… I don’t have fucking words for them-” You giggle before nodding at his statement.

“But there are pluses too. Y’know? Yoongi and Hyunah getting married. Taehyung and Hyejin having their baby boy. Hoseok being a forever single bachelor. Namjoon is another forever bachelor.” You mumble, lifting your fingers to count the good things, Jimin laughs before smacking your thigh gently.

“I have so many people to protect and it’s getting to me, slowly but surely.” His eyes are filled with distress and you feel your heart clench before laying down on him. He wraps his arms around your waist as you bury your face into his neck. His cologne is wearing off, you find yourself thinking before you’re kissing over the marks you gave him just a few minutes ago. “Anything that happens, we’re a team. We’re Lions. We don’t let things get under our skin so easily.”

He nods before squeezing you tightly, “I just want us to be happy again. We didn’t have any problems before when Shin was in the play room and now that we know the Im’s killed your parents, I feel a storm coming.”

“At least they don’t know that we know.” He licks at his lips before kissing your temple, “At least they don’t know.”

The morning sun is the first thing that rouses you in the morning, before a gigantic boom jolts your body up. Jimin is quick to jump up before he’s grabbing his gun from underneath the pillow and cocking it.

“Hey Jimin!” He hears Namjoon yell loudly from downstairs and he curses quietly before ripping the door open. Your hand finds the side drawer before you’re pulling out your own pistol you’ve become fond of. Your feet follow after him, hand grabbing at the silk of your nightgown before rapidly descending the stairs. Your husband spares a glance in your direction before smirking. There is nothing hotter to him then seeing a gun in your hands. “What happened?!” He yells as another boom goes off.

The house shakes on its foundation before settling and you raise an eyebrow as you reach the entryway. “Jeongguk is… losing it.” Namjoon whispers before ushering you both towards the kitchen.

“Kitten, go upstairs.” You shake your head, following after him quickly as you walk through the sitting room. His jaw tightens before stopping in his tracks, the house shakes once more with a loud crash. “We have two children in this fucking house, go upstairs and watch the babies.”

You hear Jeongguk scream loudly before Namjoon is disappearing into the kitchen. Jimin knocks his forehead to yours before kissing you gently. “Now.”

You sigh gently before nodding, “Good girl.”

Jimin is quick to run down the underground tunnel, face grimacing as the soles of his feet become grimy with dirt. There’s another boom and his ears begin to ring before furrowing his eyebrows. He reaches the double doors of the old distillery and he watches as smoke lazily exits Yoongi’s mouth before drifting up towards the ceiling. “He’s been like this for an hour already.” Yoongi tells his boss.

Jimin peaks in before sighing gently, he watches his friend since childhood light another stick of dynamite before throwing it into an old distiller. His hair is dirty, his moustache and beard beginning to grow. “Guk!” He yells before the boom shakes the floor beneath him.

“Why didn’t you stop him?!” Jimin calls to the older black haired man who pulls from his cigarette. “I’m getting married soon, I’m not dying for his dumbass. Hyunah would sooner cut my dick off.” Jimin uncocks his gun, before walking into the room. He holds his hands out as he approaches the youngest.

“Hey, Guk. What’re you doing man?” He doesn’t get a response as Jeongguk holds up the old stick of dynamite. “This shit has been here since the early 1900’s can you believe it still works?”

The youngest sounds absolutely exhausted, voice slurred with both tiredness and alcohol. Jimin holds out his hand before looking up at him as he gets closer. “Give me the dynamite. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Guk chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh. Hyung. If only it was that easy. Look.” He lights the dynamite before dropping it between the both of them. Jimin’s mouth falls open before jumping at Jeongguk and knocking him away from the explosion. “What’re you fucking crazy?!” He screams as he pulls him behind the metal still.

The dynamite goes off and Jimin buries Jeongguk’s head into his chest as the explosion shakes the room. Clouds of grey smoke wafts through the room before the smell of burning enters everyone's nose. Jimin throws Jeongguk to the floor before putting his knees to his chest. “See. I can’t hurt myself.”

Jimin grits his teeth before smacking the youngest hard across the face, he groans loudly before his head lolls back. “Again, again.”

The head of the Lions Den yells out in frustration before gripping onto Jeongguk’s black hoodie and shaking him. “You need to stop this! You’re going crazy! I can’t keep you around my kids if you act like this!”

Guk scoffs before shoving Jimin off of him, “I would never hurt the babies. Please.” He mumbles before standing up, “You’re becoming self destructive and a drunk. You need to get yourself in check, Guk. Or you’ll be going into the playroom.” He stiffens before looking down at Jimin who puts his head back to the large metal still.

“How fucking dare you ever say that to me.” He seethes at his older brother, Jimin shrugs at a loss before putting his hands through his hair. “You better get yourself in check. I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself. Next time you do some stupid shit like this, you’re going into the playroom for some hard self reflection.”

Jeongguk shakes his head before laughing, “You can’t leave me alone with her. You can’t.”

Jimin lifts his head slowly before narrowing his eyes, “Leave you alone with who?”

“Lee. She’s everywhere, all the time.” His hands shake as he fixes his hoodie. Oh, so he was going insane. Jimin puts his head back out of frustration before sighing, “Guk, I need you back by my side! I need you to be my right hand man again. You can’t keep going this way, you’re destroying yourself.”

Jeongguk purses his lips before pulling a bottle out of his hoodie. “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” He murmurs before walking towards the tunnel. “Take his car keys away!” Jimin yells before standing up, he smacks his forehead into the metal still before clicking his teeth. Things are becoming a downward spiral inside of this fucking house and he needs it to end.

Heels clack on the marble floor of the casino entrance. You take off your sunglasses as the staff welcome you with a bow. You spot Kirsoon in an ill fitting red vest and you sigh gently. “Kirsoon.” You call to him and his head shoots up to look at you.

“Yes Madam.” You curl your index finger before pointing to the spot in front of you. He scurries over and you hold your hand out to Yoongi who raises an eyebrow. He wordlessly reaches around before grabbing his gun and placing it in your hand. Kirsoon visibly shudders before bowing his head to you. You take in his demeanor, scared and large before you’re handing him the gun. “Take off that fucking vest and get behind me.”

His head raises before he’s smiling. “Yes ma’am.” He grimaces at the red vest before ripping it off, displaying his strength. He steps around you before looking at Yoongi with a twinkle in his eye. Yoongi pats the tall man's arm before lighting a cigarette.

The entrance to the casino was filled with upwards of fifty staff members and you find it hard to keep track of all their faces. “We’re going to have a family meeting.” You tell them before putting your sunglasses in your purse.

You walk past them, fingers brushing along the brass, ornate bird cages that litter the hallways before entering the casino floors. You casually weave through tables for blackjack, craps, roulette- you name it, you’ve probably got it. Your hand drifts over the green felt of a poker table before you jump up on it and cross your legs.

You watch the staff file in before folding your arms, eyes scanning over your hard workers before clearing your throat. “We work hard, yes?” You call out to them.

“Yes, ma’am!” You hum pleased at the voracious volume.

“We’ll continue to work hard, yes?” You hum again at their answer before running your fingers over the felt table. “We’ve been open for two months and have made more money than any casino in the entirety of Seoul. Why is that?”

You look around as everyone stays silent before your eyes fall on the familiar girl that resembles a maid you once cared for.

“Hawon’s sister, Rina. Why is that?” She lifts her head before fixing her ponytail, “Because we work hard?” Her voice is feeble and it makes you smile.

“That’s right, because we work hard and we’re the best at what we do. So to congratulate you all on working so hard, you will all be getting a gift of a raise.” You can see small smiles and determined head nods before you hear Yoongi clear his throat.

“Now that the fun stuff is out of the way, in a month we’re going to be having a Casino Night. One that goes far beyond the hours of our normal days. The theme is Roaring Twenties. There will be special admission for certain guests only. It’ll be like a family gathering.” Some staff open their mouths before nodding and you smile at them before hopping off of the poker table. “Get back to work.” You call to them before walking towards your office.

You sit down at the glass desk before Rina enters with a glass of champagne. You hum in appreciation for her kindness before pointing at the velvet armchair in front of your desk. “Casino...night?” Yoongi asks before lighting a cigarette.

“Oh yes, casino night.” You mumble before grabbing a manilla folder from your top drawer and handing it to Kirsoon, you nod to Rina and he gives her the folder. You sip your champagne before leaning back in your office chair. She opens the folder, eyebrows raised with curiosity. Pictures of the Im’s grace her eyes and Yoongi begins to smirk.

“These are the very special guests that will be coming to Casino Night. Rina will take extra care to provide everything they need. Won’t you, Rina?” She closes the folder before smiling widely.

“Yes, Madam.”

“Good girl.” She hands the folder back before bowing her head and leaving the office.

Yoongi jumps into the armchair, legs swinging over the arm before putting his head back. “Why’re we doing this instead of just murdering them in front of their homes?”

You smirk before looking at Kirsoon as he sits down in the second armchair. Your hands fold as you lean your elbows on to the table. “Kirsoon, you know of me, yes?” He nods to you, hands folding in his lap.

“What’s my motto?”

“You get more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.” You pick up your champagne glass before looking at Yoongi with a wide smile, “Get more flies.”

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Xiao x reader

Can't help falling in love with you💚

"Hello! (Y/n)".

"Haiiiiii (y/n)!!!".

"(Y/n)!!!!"

Your name was heard all throughout liyue and people are seen smiling and waving at you and you wave to them back.

"Helllooo!"

You greet back with a friendly smile and then proceed to make your way to wangshu inn.

You are a pretty well known girl on liyue, people really like you! Because of your friendly nature and comforting aura makes people feel close to you, you know what they wanted to hear and speak the truth when the time is right. all in all you're such a good person on liyue.

It has been a over a few months ago since you started to make friend with certain somebody on top of the balcony on wangshu inn.

"Hello xiao".

You smile and pop your head out from behind the wall, seeing the certain someone you want to make friends with. Xiao turn to his back to look at you and try to not smile at you.

"What are you doing here".

Xiao asked, voice sounds cold, but if people ask you "is xiao cold to you?" You would giggle then smile and say "no xiao has been very nice to me". You know for a fact that you have made progress because you didn't bring any almond tofu but he didn't run away.

"I'm here to be friends with youuuu!".

You say, walking towards him, closing both of your distance. You smile up at him and then take his hand and pull him a little.

"What are you doing?".

Xiao ask, trying so hard to keep his face neutral as possible. He can't help but smile at your antics, you're cute but different cute than qiqi. Your cute makes him want to hug you and shower you with kisses and he just wanted to have fun with you for the rest of his life... Is this what human called 'love'?.

"I am bringing you toooo a cooking date!".

Your cheery voice cut his train of thought, he didn't respond anything until he heard 'cooking' and 'date'. His face turns a cherry shades of red and he close his mouth with the back of his other hand that you didn't hold.

"E-excuse me?".

Xiao asked trying to comprehend ehat you just say while you smile and give him a shoulder pat.

"We are going on a cooking date to make almond tofu!".

You say while starting to lead him down the stairs. While passing Miss verr goldet along the way you waved to her, she waved back at you a curious smile is present upon her face.

"Oh? What is this (y/n)? A star guest in the kitchen?".

She ask while trying to contain her huge smile but fail miserably, behind you is Xiao who keeps doing signal to not tell her about anything to you.

You smile and nod.

"We will have a cooking dateee! And we will make almond tofu! I will make sure to give you some!!!".

You state while starting to walk down the stairs again while walking down you heard a good luck from Miss verr goldet while xiao is just being dragged by you (not that he minded).

When you reached the bottom you see Mr smiley! You wave and greet him.

"Hello Mr smiley!!!!!".

He look back at you and give you a small smile while proceeding to cook the food. You look at him who seems to be on a little rush and ask him does he need help while he keep saying it's okay and keep doing whatever he is cooking.

"Sorry (y/n) i cannot borrow you the kitchen today, suddenly a big order has been placed and all".

He say with a sad and regret on his tone. You give him a sad smile and shake your head.

"No no it's okay.. would you like some help?".

You ask him back. While he and you are having a conversation, Xiao watch the scene unfold between his eyes. Now he just noticed how bright your eyes looked, how soft you skin is, how your smile seems to lighten up the room, even the way you laugh is pretty. His heart beats a little and then he hold up a hand to his chest while feeling his face getting hotter.

Noticing a certain someone has been quite you stop your conversation and look at Xiao, you see his face getting red and quickly pull him out of the kitchen, thinking he is sick.

"A-are you okay xiao?".

You asked, concern laces your tone as he looks at you and he clear his throat while his face slowly starting to go back to it's original colour.

"I'm okay".

He said while looking back at your face. You nod and sigh a little bit and release his hand from your hand.

"Sorry...it looks like we cannot have a cooking date after all... Apologies for dragging you here".

You bow at him. Suddenly Xiao took your hand and pull you a little bit to him.

"Don't bow.. don't be sorry.. i have somewhere in mind".

Xiao said, picking you up princess style and walk towards the balcony that's facing liyue harbor.

"Hold on tight".

He said while he teleport to the highest waypoint near liyue harbor and put you down. He glance at you and smile a gentle smile towards you.

"Have you seen liyue harbor at night?".

He asked while you shake your head and put your hand on your head, trying to balance your standing. Xiao notice this and hold you as if saying that you can use him for support. You look at him and smile while your face is red the thing on your mind is Xiao is hugging me,Xiao is hugging me. Xiao look at you with concern but after seeing your smile he is sure that you're okay.

"I..have not yet..".

You respond, hesitant because you're afraid that xiao won't be friends with you after you said that but the gentle smile on his face says otherwise, his smile on his face makes your heart speed faster, lucky for you, the sun is setting and the dark engulf your face, you just hope that xiao didn't see it.

"Look at liyue harbor at night time".

Xiao say while moving his gaze towards liyue. It's so breath taking...the shine from each light, lighting up the darkness that's trying to engulf them.

"So...pretty..".

You breath out and talk without realizing it. Xiao look at you, take your hand and hold your face. You stare up at him, whil you feel him stroking your cheek. His finger stop on your lips and look at you on the eye.

"May i?".

Xiao ask, you're still drowning on his beautiful eyes just nod and then you feel a gentle lips upon yours, you smile and kiss back and hig his neck while you feel his hand slither around your waist.

The both of you went on for a while and then you pull away, trying to gain your breath while Xiao look as is he didn't need anybreath at all, he smile at you and peck your head.

"I can call you MY girlfriend now..right?".

He asked, eyes looking at your face, trying to find any discomfort on your reaction, but ... He did not see anything except a smile full of bright happiness and eyes sparkling brighther than liyue.... This is the view that he has been looking for.

"You could! As long as i can call you MY boyfriend!".

You say back to him, Xiao giggle...he actually giggle! You smile brighter if that's possible and you feel him pecking your lips again.

"Thankyou".

Xiao breath out and hug you.

Both of you are enjoying eachother's presence and warmth as a wind blowing both of your hair, it's calming down your face that has been red ever since he confess. This is far from what you imagine but... You liked this ending more...

/AAAAAA THANKIU FOR READING i just found out about the read more thingy so i will put it here! Im so sorry to anyone who is annoyed by that and thankyou so much for everyone who liked the blog! I cannot describe the happiness that I'm feeling!

If there is any request or any suggestion or any comments about how i can improve please don't be shy to spill okay :)./

#xiao x reader #genshin fanfic

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lovelymaybankk · 4 years

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full kook - jj maybank

req- reader x jj (can you tell i’m a jj stan?) where the reader is full on kook but unlike sarah jj hates her and doesn’t want her to be a part of pouge life where she fits in and he’s constantly bullying her to where even sarah has to say something but it’s to late because now she’s full kook again until midsummer where she helps him out with topper and they become bf and gf

a/n- i love this rq... sm. also out of order, sarah befriends the pogues before the midsummer party. also y/n is kinda a bitch in this at the beginning srry

w/c- 4.704 (oops...)

tw- swears, rafe and topper being dicks.. thats it i think idrk

sarah cameron and y/n y/l/n were kook princesses. they took orders from nobody, and were definitely the two most popular girls on the island. they had been best friends since birth, and nothing could separate them.

well, except for a group of pogues. y/n never understood sarah's infatuation with them, though to an extent, she did. they could do whatever they want without fear of disappointing their parents. thats all y/n cared about. her parents. not money, of course sarah but other than that.. she didn’t need anybody.

“sarah, you’re crazy.” y/n huffed, legs crossed. one eyebrow was raised, but other than that y/n looked immensely bored. sarah had gone mia yesterday, and it turned out she was hanging out with a group of poges. “topper will kill you,” the girl sang, a smug look on her face.

“i don’t care what he thinks! with him i’m.. free.” sarah said dreamily, falling beside y/n on the bed.

“with him you’re a crackie,” y/n snorted, standing up. “i’m just saying, they do nothing all day. how is that entertaining?” her arms folded over her chest, sarah sitting up as she said that.

“they go on boat rides. they drink. i know you like that,” sarah winked, catching y/ns attention. “you’d fit right in. you love all the stuff they do, drinking, drugs, surfing..” she rambled.

“even if i were to meet them, which i will not, they wouldn’t like me. my reputation is worse than yours,” y/n chuckled, sitting on the hardwood floor to slide on a pair of sandals. “anyway, theres no chance kiara would want me there.”

it was true, kiara and y/n ended on the same note kiara and sarah did.

“kie and i made up,” sarah mumbled.

“oh she’s kie now? thats convenient.” y/n rolled her eyes, standing and grabbing her bag. “you know, as much as i hate being a kook.. i wouldn’t just switch up like that.” she was mad, venom in her words. who knew if sarah would leave her for the pogues? whos to say she doesn’t?

“just. one day? i’ll bring you tomorrow and i’ll show you what it’s like.” sarah begged, grabbing y/ns hand and she closed the pocket in the bag. y/n rolled her eyes.

“fine. i’ll be here at 10.” y/n pulled her arm away quickly, leaving the room and going downstairs to start her short walk home.

y/n woke up around 8, taking a quick shower and brushing her teeth. as her hair dried, she dried her body and changed out of her pajamas into a pair of light-wash jean shorts and a cropped tee. she sat at her bureau, applying light mascara and chapstick. by the time 9:30 rolled around, y/n left her house and started her walk to sarah's house. she knocked on the door, getting met with rafe’s face.

“oh, goodmorning.” rafe opened the door wider, getting stopped by sarah.

“you’re gonna let bugs in,” sarah muttered, leading y/n to her car where they started their drive to the cut.

“do they know im coming?” y/n’s lips pursed, turning to look at her blonde best friend. sarah nodded, stopping the car once they came to the chateau.

“john b and kie do.. jj and pope don’t.” sarah clarified, stepping out of the car and leading y/n with her. she opened the door, showing y/n the tight room.

y/n looked around, heart suddenly speeding up. they stepped onto the porch, conversations cutting short suddenly. everybody looked from sarah to y/n, making both girls suddenly uncomfortable.

“oh good. two kooks,” jj muttered, not quietly. john b slapped his arm, finally standing and offering a smile at the girl. he took y/n’s hand, shaking it firmly.

“i’m john b. sarahs, um. boyfriend,” john b smiled, trying to be friendly.

“oh, you’re john b. sarah has good taste.” y/n smirked, giving him a sly wink before looking towards her best friend who was now flushed a light pink.

“anyway,” sarah cut them off before anything could happen. “thats pope, hes smart, thats kiara, who you know and.. thats jj.” she didn’t have anything to say about jj, who was leaned back with his arms cross. he tsked, sitting up.

“so what does another kook princess want? here to spy?” jj spoke with venom, eyes raking up and down the girl.

y/n shrugged, taking a seat beside, but still a distance away from kiara. “sarah here says you guys are more fun than you seem, and i don’t believe her.” her arms crossed around her chest, leaning back in the way jj had done before.

“well, before this escalates,” pope cut the two off from an argument being sprung up, “i’d say we’re pretty fun. you like boat rides? surfing?” he was guessing in his head both of these would be a no, looking at kiara who seemed uneasy at the thought of having another one of her ex-best friends here. he rested his hand on her thigh, making her smile carefully.

“i surf sometimes. not as much as i used to when i was younger, i’d say twice or three times a month.” y/n shrugged, legs crossing. this got everybody's attention, asking her about surfing and what else she does.

everybody except jj.

months led on and y/n had soon slowly joined the group on their daily shenanigans. she hung out with them almost everyday, but still spent time with her family and just sarah alone. it was obvious y/n fit it. jj never came around to the thought of y/n, even though she seemed to be very interested in him.

sarah and y/n were laying on y/ns bed, talking mindlessly about whatever.

“so like, why does jj hate me?” y/n wondered out loud, turning so she was laying on her side, facing sarah. sarah shrugged, facing y/n on her side.

“i don’t know. i think you’re to hot for him,” sarah giggled, punching the girls shoulder.

y/n laughed, face heating up. “to hot for him? i mean, come on. look at him,” she let out a breathy sigh, falling onto her back again. her arm was laid over her chest lazily, eyes closing.

“why do you ask? do you like him?” sarah teased, sitting up and fixing her hair. y/n stayed quiet. sarah gasped, suddenly freaking out. “holy shit! you do!!” she squealed, pulling y/n up and hugging her so tight y/n forgot how to breathe.

“look, it isn’t that big. i’ll get over it soon.” y/n shrugged away from the girl, standing up and stretching. “lets head to the chateau now, yeah?” she helped pull sarah up, who nodded quietly and they both slid on their shoes.

the pair walked out to sarah’s white jeep, driving to the chateau in the midst of summer. “so, y/n.” sarah broke the silence, rolling down the windows. the fresh air from figure 8 filled the car, which smelt solely like suntan lotion and salt water. “you going to the midsummer?” she asked, steering the car slowly into the cut.

y/n groaned at the mention of it, rolling her eyes. “wish i wasn’t. but it’s fine, it’s in two weeks.” she shrugged, trying to shake off the thought of it. they pulled into the driveway, stepping out at the same time and entering the small space. they spoke about whatever came to mind, conversation cutting short as they stepped onto the porch. “hey guys,” y/n greeted, a warm smile on her face.

she had changed since she had met the group, now not turning a cold shoulder whenever she met a pogue when she was walking.

“hey girls,” pope grinned, holding a red solo cup. his legs were crossed, kie taking the seat that jj normally sat in. sarah waved, moving quickly to sit beside her boyfriend. this left jj and y/n. y/n watched jj’s face contort with disgust, moving closer to the arm.

“somebody wanna switch seats?” jj muttered, making y/n roll her eyes.

“good to see you too, buttercup.” y/n popped the p, sitting down as far away from jj as possible.

“don’t call me that,” jj hissed, not even facing the girl as he spoke. “i’d rather not sit next to the bitch,” he mumbled that one more quiet, catching y/n off guard. sure, jj always made fun of her but he never called her anything.

kie cleared her throat, before y/n could stand up to jj. “boat ride today?” she smiled awkwardly at y/n, who’s eyebrows were currently furrowed. the group let a chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘sure’s out. they grabbed their cooler, y/n stopping jj before he could get onto the boat.

“can we talk?” y/n’s arms crossed, putting her weight more on one of her feet than the other. jj nodded, rolling his eyes as he followed the girl closer to the house. “why do you hate me?” she questioned, looking the taller up-and-down.

“because,” jj scoffed, like it was obvious, “you’re a bitch. you’re insanely bossy, you’re rude and expect everything to be handed to you. you can’t do shit alone, yet everybody still bows down to you. you’re a fucking kook.” he snapped, walking past the girl and pushing her shoulder roughly to make her fall.

y/n fell onto her ass, wincing as a rock went into the back of her thigh. “motherfucker,” she hissed, catching the boy’s attention. “you’re a bitch, you’re just mad that i won’t sleep with you.”

jj stopped, turning and facing the girl. “oh yeah? thats why. keep telling yourself that.” he smirked, turning and continuing his walk.

“tell sarah i won’t be joining you.” y/n yelled, wiping her eye as she pulled the rock out of her thigh. she stood, turning and stomping away. jj didn't stop her. he stepped onto the boat, obviously pissed.

“she left,” jj sunk into his seat, reaching into the cooler to grab a beer. the group stopped talking, facing jj. he shrugged, rolling his eyes. “she was being bitchy so she left.”

“what’d you say?” sarah’s face turned a light red as she started to get angry, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sun.

“she asked why i hated her so i was honest. told her she was a bitch,” jj spoke with ease, leaning back and ignoring the burning stares from his friends.

it had been two weeks since the group, except sarah, had seen y/n. they all were worried, but at least knowing she was alive from sarah made them feel better. it was two days before the midsummer party, and sarah came knocking loudly on the y/l/n home. opening the door was y/n, hair curled as she wore a short skirt and a white crop-top to match. a kook outfit.

“y/n? is that you?” sarah joked, stepping into the house. y/n quirked an eyebrow, looking the girl up and down.

“well? what do you need?” y/n spoke in a monotone voice, arms crossed as they usually were. under the outfit she wore a bikini, eyes glancing at the surfboard behind sarah.

“oh, i was gonna ask if you wanted to join me and..” sarah trailed off, still speaking but y/n cut her off.

“no.” y/n shrugged, now pushing past the blonde to grab her surfboard. she dusted off some sand from it, hearing it land on the tiled flooring. she kicked some of it away, picking up the board under her arm. “look, im flattered you want me there,” she teased, leading herself out the door and soon sarah followed. “but i’m wear i should be. figure 8. a kook,” y/n shrugged, walking down the sidewalk towards the beach.

“y/n-” sarah chased the girl down the sidewalk, grabbing her shoulder rough enough to make her stop. “we miss you,” she spoke softly, careful not to provoke the girl even more. though that failed.

“okay, i don’t really care. look, i’m meet somebody i have to go,” y/n hissed, turning a cold shoulder quickly.

“who?” sarah continued following y/n, making her groan and turn again.

“holy shit. topper? okay? is that alright if i have friends, ms. kook?” y/n yelled, dropping the board on the ground. “you never gave a shit when jj was talking shit about me to my fucking face, why do you care now? huh?”

sarah wasn’t used to these outbursts, taking a step back with her hand close to her chest.

y/n scoffed, turning and rolling her eyes. “just what i thought,” she muttered, grabbing the board again and continuing her walk to the beach. this time, sarah didn’t chase her. she just watched in silence, wondering when her best friend became a kook.

y/n made her way to the beach, sliding off the sandals she wore and looking around for the kook boy. she waited for around an hour, surfing in the water to keep her calm. by the time the sky had become golden, she knew she got stood up.

marching her way back to her house, y/n held her head high until she slammed her bedroom door shut. sobs raked the girls body, tears running down her cheeks onto her shirt until it was thoroughly soaked. she held her face in her hands, wondering how in the span of two weeks she managed to get her heartbroken by the guy she had been hung up on for months, and then by a rich asshat.

sulking to her bed, y/n flopped down and shut her eyes. hoping that if she slept, by the time midsummer came around she would be to numb to care.

y/n slipped the tight, yellow dress, over her hips and smiled to herself. the buttercup color paired flawlessly with her skin, hair pulled back into a low bun. she only wore mascara and lipgloss, and a pair of white sandals as her shoes.

y/n entered the car with her family, staying silent during the ride. she knew sarah and kie would be there, but she didn’t have to enter with a date unlike sarah. she slipped out of the car, quickly leaving her parents behind her as she made her way through the crowd. she disappeared into the back yard, looking for topper to give him a piece of her mind,

kiara noticed y/n first, biting the inside of her cheek before going towards her. she put her hand on y/n’s shoulder, making the girl jump. she turned, facing kiara and her stomach dropped.

“oh, hey..” y/n muttered, scratching the back of her neck as awkwardness settled in the air between the two.

“hey. how you been?” kiara asked, hands on her hips now. y/n rolled her eyes, suddenly gaining her confidence back.

“good. great actually, y’know?” y/n sarcastically smiled turning and cutting the conversation short. kiara scoffed, turning and going back to where sarah and pope were.

“she’s acting like a kook,” kie complained, rolling her eyes. sarah bit the inside of her cheek, staying quiet. “what?” kie noticed the look on her face, turning and looking at the girl.

“i was afraid she was gonna do this. every time somebody says something to her about acting to much like a pogue she freaks out.” sarah muttered, leaving the group in search of the girl.

instead, sarah bumped into jj, who was dressed as a waiter. he smiled, offering the girl a drink. “um, vlad?” jj grinned, trying to blend in. “john b told me to give you this,” the boy whispered, trying to be discreet. even though sarah and john b saw each other daily, he still had jj do his work for him. sarah took the note and took jj’s hand, muttering a quiet ‘come with me’.

the two went to the back porch, where sarah blew up. “are you shittting me?” she hissed, pushing the boy back and catching her off guard.

“woah mama, chill.” jj joked, but stopped smiling once he saw the look on her face. “what? what’d i do?” now he was confused and concerned, not even fully knowing what he did.

“oh you never know.” sarah hissed, rubbing her hands onto her dress. her eyes caught toppers, both of them standing still as she stared into the eyes of her ex. she finally pulled away, sighing at jj. “y/n has gone full kook again,”

“damn, thats crazy. let me uh.. oh yeah. i don’t care.” jj shrugged, pushing past sarah. he ignored her calls, walking through the crowd. he bumped shoulders with y/n both giving each other a cold glare before continuing their walk. neither of them could help the butterflies in their stomach as they touched, but they pushed them down and continued their (mild, on y/n’s part) hatred for each other.

y/n finally found topper, grabbing his arm with a pinch. he hissed, noticing who was holding his arm. “oh, y/n.” topper muttered, a bit confused on why she had suddenly dragged him through the crowd. y/n drug the boy into a somewhat empty room, except for a couple of parents mingling around.

“really?” y/n let his arm go, crossing her arms over her chest. topper shrugged, not knowing what she was talking about. in his hand that y/n wasn’t dragging he held a red solo cup. taking a long sip, he rocked from foot to foot. “you ditched me. remember?” y/n huffed, anger coursing through her body. she wished she had a blunt right now, but of course she had gone full kook and didn’t feel like blowing a crazy amount of money for weed.

“oh yeah.” topper spoke nonchalantly, obviously not bothered by the girls anger.

y/n groaned, turning on her heel away from the boy. she wanted to scream, pushing through the crowd angrily. she found her way to her mom, tugging on her dress. “when are we leaving?”

her mom laughed, shooing the girl away. y/n rolled her eyes, seeing sarah dancing in the middle of the crowd. she bit her inner cheek, knowing if sarah was there the rest of the mystery gang would be there too. she craned her neck, looking around for topper before slowly making her way to sarah.

“um, hey.” y/n muttered, a feeling of self-pity dowsing the girl. sarah turned, taking in the girls state before responding.

“hey, whats up?” sarah slung her arm around the girl, smiling at the randoms in the crowd she didn’t know. they quickly made their way off the dance floor, sarah taking her arm off of her.

y/n shrugged, not making eye contact with the older. “hows everybody?” her voice was quiet, barely heard above the music. she rubbed her left arm with her hand, still not looking at sarah.

“good.” sarah was blunt, not on purpose but out of somewhat anger. she got blown off many times by the girl, just for her to come crawling back. like always.

y/n nodded, finally looking at sarah. “i’m sorry, i always do this. i always do dumb shit and come right back,” she chuckled, looking away from sarah again.

sarah wrapped her arms around her, “i’m used to it.” she joked quietly, just standing there and holding y/n. y/n pulled away after a moment, smiling at sarah again.

“wheres everybody else?” referring to the pogues, sarah shrugged.

“last i saw, jj went off being chased, kie and pope disappeared and john b.. isn’t here.” sarah said the last part with a sigh, eyes shutting momentarily before fluttering back open.

“jj?” y/n mumbled, more to herself. last she had seen of jj, they walked by each other with air so thick it would hard to be cut with a knife.

“yeah,” kie chimed in suddenly, using sarah as an armrest. “topper and rafe. i think kelce too,” she listed the people chasing the blonde, shrugging. “nothing to serious though. he probably just did something dumb and they got mad. they won’t beat him up now though.. i don’t think.”

y/n’s breath seemed to stop for a moment, breaking away from the group in a hurry. they called after her, but it seems pointless as she picked up the bottom of her dress and entered the huge building. she tripped occasionally over nothing, her breath never evening out. catching her breath outside of the bathrooms, she slid down the wall angrily. where the hell was he?

she slumped down the wall beside the bathrooms, her legs aching and telling her to stop. the door beside her swung open, revealing an old man who was seemingly very upset over the fact that boys are ‘always fighting’. this caught y/n’s attention, making her stand up quickly and slowly push the bathroom door open.

the first thing y/n heard was the sound of gasps as somebody tried to regain their breath, then she heard the voice of topper. “yeah, you like that?” he questioned in a threatening tone, and y/n watched him throw a punch as she rounded the corner. in the bathroom was topper, rafe and jj. jj’s body was limp, being held up by rafe as he got the shit beat out of him by topper. blood flew around the room, lip split and face bruising.

y/n bit the inside of her cheek, noticing rafe glance in her direction before dropping jj. “topper, lets split.” he mumbled, motioning to y/n. topper looked over, muttering something under his breath to rafe which got him to laugh.

“dont laugh, rafe, im sure your daddy wouldn't want to hear about your addiction.” y/n’s face was smug, arms crossing as she fully revealed herself. rafe’s eyes widened, grabbing toppers arm and dragging him out of the room quickly.

“this isn't over, pogue!” topper yelled as he was getting led out, the two boys scampering down the hall as fast as they could.

y/n rolled her eyes, going over to the limp boy as careful as she could. jj was conscious, but not by much. she grabbed his arm, feeling for a pulse and letting out a small sigh of relief. she let go of his arm quickly, shaking his shoulders. “hey, wake up.” she shook him more aggressively, making the boy groan and finally open his eyes. they noticed how close they were to each other, both of their faces flushing as she scurried away from each other. the air between the two was thick, neither speaking up.

“so, what happened?” y/n questioned after a while, meeting the boys eyes. jj shrugged, sitting up and trying not to crush his ribs. he winced, hand going to his side as he leaned against the wall behind him.

“sarah said how topper ditched you and i don’t know, shitty move.” jj whispered, not even sure in the girl had heard him. y/n had confusion on her face, looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed. she cleared her throat, looking away from jj for a moment.

“you were defending me?” y/n spoke in the same, hushed tone. she felt if she spoke up, he’d get mad at her again and they wouldn’t be this.. calm.

jj shrugged, rolling his eyes. “don’t let it get to your head, princess.” his tone was cold, rubbing his eyes. his chest heaved, trying to stay at the same pace. he could barely move without feeling like his lungs were getting ripped out of his chest. “it was the least i could do,” he spoke again, head leaning back against the cold wall with his eyes closed.

“huh?” y/n looked at the position the boy was in. he looked so calm yet so uneasy at the same time. his chest was moving at an irregular pace, hand still over his rib. she noticed the boy didn’t respond, so she changed the subject. “why do you hate me?” her voice was smooth, but silent.

“i don’t. i try to, but i don’t.” jj shrugged, pulling his head back up and opening his eyes. they stared at each other in silence for a while, the only thing that could be heard was jj breathing heavily. “i’m not used to new people just.. coming in. especially kooks. they are, no offense, almost always two-faced. everybody liked you right from the start and it just… made me mad i guess.” jj rambled, tearing his eyes away from the girl and looking at the glossy shoes he wore.

y/n didn’t respond for a while, just taking in what jj said. “i never hated you.” jj spoke again once he realized y/n wasn’t going to talk. “i was just jealous. you get everything because you’re a kook, you have a good life and a big house and money and i’m stuck with.. nothing. i live, basically, in a shack. with a shitty home life.” he sighed, eyes shutting as his head leaned back against the wall.

“it’s not all that good.” y/n mumbled in a soft, quiet voice. “i mean, i have the house, and family.. but for what? i have no real friends except sarah and i can’t leave my house unless the perfect child is there. sarah’s everything i wish i was. she can leave whenever she wants, and shes gorgeous. and i just.. follow what she does. while everybody may like me they always end up.. using me. i’m never seen for who i really am.” she ranted, rubbing her temples with her hands. “and when i met the pogues i realized where i really wanted to be.”

“yeah, we’re cool like that.” jj joked, easing the air a little. y/n smiled, looking at jj.

“y’know, you’re.. funny.” y/n grinned cheesily, legs crossing.

“oh yeah?” jj met her eyes, arm finally pulling away from his ribs.

“funny looking.” y/n sputtered out, covering her mouth as she started laughing.

jj put on a face of mock upset, looking away. “wow. now that one hurt.” he gasped, shaking his head. this made the girl laugh harder, her face turning red. jj joined in her laughter, two finally stopping minutes later and just holding eye contact.

“you’re really pretty.” jj spoke up, catching y/n off guard. she smiled softly, head tilting a little.

“you are too.” y/n hummed, scooting a bit closer to jj. “the reason i left that day when you were talking shit about me.. it hurt. ever since i met you i’ve liked you. there’s something about you that just draws me close.” she mused, making the blonde’s face flush a little. from embarrassment of what he said that day but also because of how she felt with him.

“yeah i’m.. sorry. about that.” jj apologized, now looking away from y/n. “i don’t know what i was thinking. i think i just said that because… yeah no clue.” he grinned sheepishly, turning and facing y/n again.

jj’s eyes faltered from y/n’s eyes to lips for a moment, looking back up at the younger. they stayed silent, now sitting beside each other. when had they gotten so close?

“have you ever kissed somebody in a bathroom?” jj wondered out loud, a smirk laid on his face.

y/n thought for a moment, “nah. i haven’t kissed anybody.. period.” she giggled, looking at jj with a look of anticipation.

“mm, can i change that?” jj whispered, trying not to hurt himself as he moved closer. his hand wrapped around the back of y/n’s neck, pulling her close. y/n nodded, closing the small gap between them.

their stomach’s both did flips as they kissed. jj had kissed many, many people but it never felt like this. and they knew in that moment, that this wasn’t a one time thing. it would happen many times.

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Playboy Prince 3

Prince Im Jaebum.

Part 3.

“Welcome back, Prince Im Jaebum,” The butler does a 90 degree bow, “Hello, Princess Y/N.” He turns his attention to you, bowing again.

You nod your head with a smile.

“I’ll take your bags.”

He reaches for Prince Jaebum and while reaching for yours, he gives Jaebum a questioning look.

“You can take her bags to my room as well,” Jaebum already knew what he was thinking

As the butler walks off with both of your bags, Jaebum begins walking further into the castle. You right on his tail.

His castle was very much different from yours. Your parents loved the white marble and classy look. Almost everything in your castle was white, white marble, or some other shade close to white allowing for a slight contrast. With the occasional bright colored piece of decor.

But the Ims’ castle. It was very rich with gold details everywhere and darker shades. Completely opposite what you were used to. Not that you were complaining, it was nice to see something different. It made you feel like you didn’t need to be so cautious about leaving any kind of dirt behind.

You hadn’t noticed Prince Jaebum had stopped walking and began to watch you admire his castle.

“Not what you’re used to, Princess?”

His voice catches you off guard and you quickly look over to him.

“No.” You reply, walking towards where he’s standing, next to a large exotic painting of some animal. “It is very beautiful, though. I can see myself living here.” You give him a wink.

He smirks, “Wait until you see my room.”

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Prince Jaebum gives a pretty intricate tour of the castle, showing you even the secret passage ways. You’re so in awe the whole time. Their castle gives of a completely different energy than what you’re used to, but you absolutely love it. The dark flooring and walls with gold detail was so captivating to you.

Jaebum, again, watches you closely. Taking advantage of you being completely distracted by his home to look at you. Specifically your lips.

As you’re looking around at everything, you catch his stare.

“What?” You ask confused, “Is there something on my face?” You began feeling all over your face.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, “No, you just look like a kid in a candy store. Have never seen any castle other than your own?”

“I mean I have, but most of the time they all have the same interior.” You look back at some of the paintings in the hallway you’re standing in, “Definitely not covered with such unique art.”

“And what’s with the kid thing again?” You ask.

Prince Jaebum shakes his head, “Just waiting on you to prove otherwise, Princess.”

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“Come on. Time for the best part.” He grabs your arm and takes you up the stairs and down a long hallway until you reach a set of tall double doors, black and gold of course.

He pushes them open and steps aside for you to walk in first.

The first thing you notice is the big king sized bed in the middle of the room, with dark red bedding and a sheer, black canopy draping off the top from every side of the frame. You briefly wonder how many women he’s fucked on there.

Jaebum walks past you to the middle of the room and spreads his arms out, “So this is our room, what do you think?” With an extra emphasis on the word “our.”

On the outside you give him an annoyed look and roll your eyes, but on the inside, you’re actually screaming. That’s cute.

“It’s cute, actually. The bed, especially, seems cozy.”

He tilts his head to the side, “So the bed is what caught your attention, huh?”

“Because I like to sleep, Prince Jaebum.”

You hear him sigh, dramatically.

“I know what you’re doing, you know.” He says, as you walk around the room, touching and looking at everything.

You don’t look at him as a smile creeps on your face, “And what is it I’m doing?”

“You know. That thing where you keep saying things that could have a double meaning.” You turn to look at him and see he’s sitting at the end of the bed now. “What are you up to, Princess?”

He looks absolutely delicious right now. He’s seated so beautifully at the end of the bed, legs parted, and leaning back onto his hands. You imagine how he would react if you just got down on your knees in front of him right now. You subconsciously lick your lips, a little too slow.

“Hello! Princess!” He starts waving his hands around, “What are you thinking about?” He’s smirking now.

You ignore him and continuing looking around at everything.

He lets you look around a little bit, allowing you to get a little more comfortable with your new home.

“Why don’t you come over here with me,” he’s lying down now, eyes on you.

You slowly walk towards the side of the bed he’s laying on and he scoots over and pats the bed next to him, signaling for you to lie down.

Okay. Laying next to him won’t cause any harm. Right?

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You two lay in silence for a while, you momentarily forget about all the teasing and banter you two normally do. It’s nice actually. You guys are actually cuddling right now. His arm wrapped over you while you rest on his other.

Jaebum feels different with you. He’s never allowed any girl in his room, let alone his bed. He never cuddled any of the other princesses he fucked, he felt like that involved too much emotion and would complicate things. This, though, with you was very relaxing.

The sound of you speaking breaks the comfortable silence.

“Prince Jaebum ca-”

“You can just call me Jaebum, Princess.”

“Jaebum,” saying just his name feels nice. Like he trusts you.

“Can I ask you a question and get a very honest answer?”

Jaebum just knows it’s about the rumors. Of course he’ll be honest with you, you’re about to marry him, so what’s the point in lying about it anymore?

“Princess, any question you have I will answer honestly. I have no reason to lie to you, we’re about to be married.” He responds

That makes you smile. You also think maybe it’s just because there’s nothing you could really do about whatever the answer is except just knowing about it from him himself.

“I want to know how many women you’ve fucked.”

You lean up on your arm, facing him.

“You want the absolute truth?”

“That’s what I said.”

“I’ve only been with four, one of them isn’t even a princess.”

You sit up fully now. Is he lying to you right now?

“You’re lying. You just told me you were going to be honest.”

“I also told you I have no reason to lie.”

He sits up too, so you’re now sitting across from each other.

“I slept with Princess Sooyoung , you know, the princess of all princesses. She wasn’t a good fuck so I never asked to see her again, which she did not take well. Apparently she thought us fucking meant I wanted her to be my queen, so with the help of her friends, they all spread the rumor about me.”

You can see the sadness in his eyes. He always seemed like he was proud to have such a reputation, but watching him tell the story you can see it actually did bother him, there was just nothing he could do about it and he knew it.

You reach up to rub his arm, in a comforting way.

“Hey. I believe you, Jaebum.”

He looks up at you with longing eyes. He looks at your lips briefly and then back to your eyes.

You want to kiss him. So bad.

Lucky for you, he leans in first.

His soft lips against yours feels like heaven. You feel like you’re in a dream, getting lost in the motion of your lips moving in sync with his.

You feel his hand touch your thigh and you tense. He notices.

He quickly pulls his hand away and pulls away from the kiss. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I just-

“Jaebum,” You cut him off. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

You move closer to him and grab his hand to put back on your thigh, a little bit higher than where he put it. You lean in to kiss him, this time going lower.

You slowly give him an open mouthed kiss on his neck, sucking on the skin as you pull away and go back up to his lips.

Jaebum could feel himself growing in his pants at the way you just kissed his neck. He moves his hand up your body from your thigh to your waist and pulls you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. He makes sure to push his hard on into you so you know exactly how you’re making him feel right now.

The feeling of his dick lightly rubbing against your clit is making you unbelievably wet. You just want him inside you already filling you completely, you can just tell it’s incredibly thick.

Just as you start grinding down even harder against him, the phone rings. You look over and see it’s his mom calling.

“Jae- Jaebum,” you breathe out, “It’s your mom, you need to answer it.”

He groans and throws his head back in frustration reaching for his phone.

You stay seated on top of him as he speaks to her. He looks really good under you, his lips plump, face red from the heated moment, and hair a little disheveled from running your hands through it.

After about 10 minutes you realize the conversation isn’t ending soon and you’re starting to feel awkward just sitting here and staring at him. You decide to go shower away the day of travel and the arousal that soaked your panties. It was beginning to get uncomfortable.

You move to get up and Jaebum grabs your leg and gives you a questioning look. You mouth ‘shower’ as you continue to get up.

He looks sad almost.

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You strip out of your clothes and step into the hot water. You hum in content. This feels really nice.

Your mind starts to wander back to what was about to happen and you get that feeling in your stomach again. You close your eyes, lean your head back letting the water hit you, and slide your fingers down your chest all the way to where you needed it most. You can just picture what his dick looks like and you remember how it felt against you.

You let out a sigh as you rub your clit to the thought of Jaebum.

You don’t even hear his footsteps as walks in the very spacious shower behind you.

“Are you starting without me, Princess?”

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Insanity - Chapter 3

Description: She was an angel who came across the devil himself and her existence drove him insane.

Pairing: Sangyeon x Reader

Genre: Mafia au

Warning: Mentions of blood. Swearing

The next day you had been on edge since the moment you woke up. You couldn't help but feel nervous about the party Sangyeon had mentioned. You couldn't help but keep thinking of Sangyeon too. He was a mystery. You couldn't figure him out. But he was an interesting person to you. Earlier he had texted you reminding you about the party to which you had replied that you remember it and that you don't have short term memory lost or things like that. You knew that you were being snappy but you didn't really care. An hour and a half before it turned 7 pm you had went to take a bath willing yourself to relax. You got out and slowly started to get ready taking your time. You settled for a light make up. Giving yourself a natural look. You let your hair down. The dress Sangyeon had gotten for you looked wonderful on you. It was the right fit which sort of surprised you. You wore the earring and necklace which went well with the dress. When you done giving yourself a final touch it was almost 7 pm already. You put your heels on and walked out of the house locking the door behind you.

Just on time a large expensive car pulls up in front of your house. The driver gets off and opens the door. You saw Sangyeon who had a smirk on, waving at you lightly. You huffed as you walked towards the car and got inside. The driver closing the door and then getting back to the driver seat as he starts the engine and drove towards where you assumed the party venue was. "You look beautiful princess." Sangyeon says. You glanced at him. He was wearing a beautiful suit which looked expensive and you think of how it must have costed a fortune. He looked hot if you were honest. Dangerous but tempting. He looked like a predator and unfortunately or fortunatelyyou felt like a prey under his gaze. You didn't really minded for some reason. "Thanks. You look great too." You mumbled as you looked away hiding your blush. The whole time on the way Sangyeon had his eyes trained on you and then looking away when you looked towards him. It didn't made you uncomfortable per say but you felt a little bit of nervousness in the pit of your stomach. Your let out the breath you didn't knew you were holding when the car stopped in front of a large hotel. You got out of the car along with Sangyeon. He takes your hand in his as he leads you inside the hotel. "Good evening Mr.Lee. Good evening ma'am." Some of the staffs greeted when you too walked in. Sangyeon nodded back at them. You did the same with a smile. You could see some of the female staffs glaring at you making you shift uncomfortably beside Sangyeon. "Good evening sir. I have been told to lead you to the hall. Please do follow me." A male staff said. "Lead the way then." Sangyeon said as both of you followed the staff.

He led you to the hall. You could hear the chatters and slow music playing in the party clearer and clearer as you got closer. "Here you go sir, ma'am. Enjoy the party." The staff said. The two guards guarding the door opened the door wide. It was as if all the spotlight fell on you and Sangyeon as everyone inside the hall turned back to look at you and Sangyeon. Some whispered to each other looking at you while some looked too surprised to say anything. "Let's go in princess." Sangyeon softly says to you as he leads you inside. Your arms hooked around his. "Smile. You look beautiful. Don't look too nervous. It will make you stand out more." Sangyeon says. You try to look relaxed as much as you can and give the people staring at you a smile. A middle aged man comes up to both of you grinning. "Oh hello Mr.Lee. I almost thought you were not coming but I see you did and also brought a beautiful date with you." The man says. Sangyeon gives the man a smile, which in your opinion was fake. "Well I had nothing much to do Mr.Chou. So I thought why not." Sangyeon said. "I see. So who is this beautiful woman?" The man asked looking at you up and down. You coughed a bit as the sudden attention. "I am Y/N. Nice to meet you." You said bowing a bit. "Such a lovely name. It is really nice meeting you." Mr.Chou says with a smile. "Anyway enjoy the party. I will go greet other guests." The man says as he walks away. Sangyeon leads you to the table filled with different types of food and drinks. "Stay here. Don't move. I am going to go have a talk with someone. You can eat anything here. Be wary of other people. Don't listen to anyone talking shit and most importantly don't trust and follow anyone." Sangyeon says. You just nod with a huff as he walks away.

"Jerk. Leaving me all alone in a party I have no idea about." You mumbled to yourself as you turned around the table filled with food. "What would you like to have ma'am?" A man, who seems to be a staff asked referring to the foods and drinks. "I am not sure. But I would like to drink something. Recommend me something." You said as you looked at all the drinks. "Non alcoholic or?" The man asked. "Yes non alcoholic please." You said with a smile. The man nodded as he picked up a blue drink handling it to you. "It is a mocktail called Blue Shoe. It is my personal recommendation." He said. You hummed as you took the glass and started drinking as you looked around all the people in the hall. Everyone seems to be socializing chatting with each other. You see Sangyeon chatting with some woman and you unconsciously narrow your eyes at them. "Who the hell is she?" you mumbled to yourself. "She is Im Chaerin." A voice answered for you. Surprised you turned around and saw a shorter male with blue hair. "Oh." You answered not really knowing what to answer. "I am Kim Hongjoong. Nice to meet you..." The man says trailing off. You noticed how he had such cute facial features. "Y/N. Nice to meet you too." You says as you finished off your drink. "You came with Sangyeon?" He asked. You hesitantly nodded. "Well that's a first. He doesn't really come in parties like this. More so he doesn't really bring anyone with him. You are a first. Many woman would be jealous. Especially with the fact that you are really attractive." Hongjoong says as he picks up a drink for himself.

"Are you here because you find me attractive too?" You asked raising your eyebrows. You didn't meant to sound cocky and shit but you were a bit curious. Hongjoong laughs at your questions. "I would have been attracted to you if I was single. But what can I say I am really loyal to my boyfriend." He says. "You are gay?" You asked for confirmation. "Bisexual. But I prefer man more." He says as he takes a sip of his drink. "How do you know Sangyeon?" You ask. "You can say we are kind of friends? Well we help each other in various ways. He is more closer to my boyfriend." He says. "Did you came with your boyfriend?" You asked as you put pick up another glass Blue Shoe Mocktail. "Yes. And I don't knew where the hell did he went." He huffs with an annoyed look. "I am sure he will come back looking for you." You said with a chuckle. "Oh well he better. Or else he is sleeping on the couch." He said sounding threatening making you laugh at his threat. You look back up to where Sangyeon was and you saw him walking back towards you, his eyes flickering between you and Hongjoong. "I don't know about mine. But your man surely is coming." Hongjoong says snickering. You blush at his words. "I hope I didn't took to long. And I see you have met Hongjoong." Sangyeon says. "You left your girl to talk to another girl. Y/N was glaring at you." Hongjoong says. His words making your flustered as you hit his arm blushing. "Oh is that so?" Sangyeon says, you swear you hear his cocky tone. "Shut up." You said glaring at him. "Hey baby." Another voice spoke up. You saw a man slightly taller than Hongjoong approach the said male. "Hey hwa." Hongjoong greets with a big smile. "Y/N meet him! He is my boyfriend. Park Seonghwa." He says with a bright smile. You internally cooed. They looked so good together. "Hi Seonghwa-ssi I am Y/N." You said with a little bow. "Nice to you meet you Y/N-ssi. I am guessing she is your date for tonight huh?" Seonghwa asked as he looks at Sangyeon smirking. "Yes you are right." Sangyeon answers putting his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Does she know?" Seonghwa asked. "Yeah. She is the one who saved me after I got shot." Sangyeon says and realization dawns on you. "You guys are also gangsters or so?" You asked turing to Seonghwa and Hongjoong. They both nodded smiling sheepishly. You look at them in awe. 'Was all gangsters this handsome and pretty?' You thought to yourself.

"Anyway me and Hongjoong here will head out. We have to return soon. You know how Wooyoung is. Can't leave him alone for long. He might burn down my house or shit." Seonghwa says. "Sangyeon hyung do give Y/N my number. I would love to be friends with her." Hongjoong said making Sangyeon nod and after saying their farewell they went away. "They are cool." You mumbled. "Do you want to go back?" Sangyeon asked. "Yep I would love to. I am hungry. But I don't want to eat here." You said as you looked around at all the people feeling out of place and uncomfortable. After all you weren't used to attending such big parties. "Come on then." Sangyeon says as he pulls you away out of the hall. You followed him without any words. Both of you got inside the lift and he pressed on the 5th floor. "Why are we going on the fifth floor?" You asked curious. "This hotel has a large restaurant in the 5th floor. Their food is amazing." Sangyeon shortly says. When you arrived on the fifth floor he leads to where the restaurant was. In the front you can see a large glass door. The staff standing beside the door opens it for both of you with a friendly smile. He walks towards the reception. "Table for two please." Sangyeon says. The staff scarmbles off to guide you two to a table. You two ordered for your food and ate it quietly but you decided to break the silence. "So was the party.. a gang party? or whatever you call it?" You asked. He looks at you amused. "Nope. Some gang leaders has legal business. We use these business to hide our illegal works. And the party was a business related. Not gang one." He answers. "Is Seonghwa the leader of a gang too?" You asked now curious about lots of things.

"No. Hongjoong is the actual leader. But you can say Seonghwa is too. Because well they are together and they work together as a team to get their gang going. And Seonghwa is also the one who handles their legal business." Sangyeon says. "Aren't you scared that I might go to police and tell everything about you?" You blurted out. He laughs at your words. "First of all I don't think you won't. I know that you won't. Second of all you think they can catch us?" He says confidently. "Don't be so cocky." You grumbled as you focused back on your food as he did the same. After both of you were done eating he paid for the food. Oddly it felt as if it was date but you didn't dare comment on it. Both of you got out of the hotel and went to where the car was parked. The driver opened the door for you and Sangyeon to get inside. After closing the door he got to the driver's seat and started the engine driving back to your house first. "You really do look beautiful today." Sangyeon says making you blush mumbling a small 'thank you'. You didn't dare look at him too flustered. He was making your heart beat so fast and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You stayed silent as he settled for looking at you the whole way back to your house.

The car parked at the front of your house when you finally reached. Sangyeon got out of the car and kept the door open for you. "Thanks you know. For coming with me today." Sangyeon said. He was glad that it was dark. He didn't wanted you to see the blush on his cheeks. "Thanks too. I enjoyed it." You said looking down shyly. He suddenly closes the gap between you two. His arms coming up to wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. You look up at him, your heart beating fast, your cheeks burning as it turned red, feeling shy at how close you two were. He leaned in and placed a peck on your lips. It was fast. It ended fast and it left you frozen. "I think I would like to have you as mine." He said lowly making you shiver. He pulls away from you. Your knees weak from his words. "Go in. I am sure you would like some good rest." He says with his hands in the pockets of his pants. You nodded. "Goodnight! I will see you some time later!" You squeaked out as you literally ran inside your house. You could hear him chuckling behind you. "I will definitely see you again love. Goodnight princess." You heard him say. You quickly opened the door and went inside. With a last peek at him you shut the door closes as you leaned your back against it trying to catch your breath. 'Fuck my first kiss is gone' you internally screamed as your hand touched your own lips. That night you fell asleep, still feeling tingles on your lips where Sangyeon's lips were earlier. And you totally dreamed about the said man. You were fucked and you knew it.

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Hello guys! Sorry for not posting for so long. My assessment exam was going on so it was a bit hard to write anything. Again! Thank you so much for all these support. I really appreciate you all ❤❤❤

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please don't forget to like and reblog. Thank you again. I have also made a masterlist for Insanity seperately. Stay tuned for next chapter. Buiii 💞💞

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