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medicinal-doll · 1 year

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Mr.America.

Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You love your new job but a certain team member just rubs you the wrong way.maybe you're wrong about him.

Warnings:Dub-con/Non-con,Dom/sub dynamic,fingering,p in v sex, slight dacryphilia degrading,slight mind-break,choking,hair pulling,spanking, manipulation, rough sex,

A/N: If you wanna skip to the smut I marked it with three dotted lines

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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You've been employed at stark industries for some time now, and you love your job. Though it is an office job there's never a dull moment.You get sneak peeks at all the latest technology and sometimes you get to take stuff home.

You love all your coworkers. And in such a short time you've moved up so much that you even have encounters with some of the avengers.

But there is one small thing about the job that unsettles you from time to time.

That man....

America's golden boy and everyone's favorite hero.The prime example of american patriotism and justice.

Steve Rogers

Everyone at the office seems to love him.They practically worship the ground he walks on.I mean who wouldn't given who he is, and ideally you would too.

It's just that... he's so fucking creepy.

Clearly you're seeing something that no one else is. Because everyone else just eats his charisma up.

But it's the way he stands a little too close, his posture allowing him to tower over you.It's the way his gaze lingers on you just a little to long.

It's small gestures like those that just give you the heebie jeebies.

Hence why you avoid him like the plague.

Sadly, he still finds just the right loophole to effortlessly insert himself into your personal space. Undetected by the suspicion of others.

..........

Tony gave one of his usual speeches to the entire staff celebrating the month's accomplishments.

These speeches are always followed by an after party. At stark industries only higher up members are allowed. So the guests mostly consist of your coworkers and the avengers.

"You, backroom now" Tony says as he passes you by.

This isn't uncommon. Tony knows you can keep a secret.So he uses your ears as a vice for his many- many complaints and rants.

But, that's where he keeps the good alcohol so you don't mind all that much.

...........

Sat in the room you wait for Tony. But when he comes in there's someone else tailing him.

The familiar blonde and brunette locs fill your vision and your body tenses.

Steve notices you instantly and his eyes light up.

....

His presence albeit annoying, was mostly tolerable due to the fact that your attention was mostly focused on Tony's drunk rambling about some uptight board members.

The evening was going quite well. Until his cellphone rang.

"Shit gotta be out for a sec" Tony stands eager to make a quick exit.

"I trust you two can keep each other company" he winks.

Stark leaves the room and then there's silence.

It's barely been 5 minutes since stark left and you already feel his eyes on you. He's blatantly looking and what's even more disgusting is that he's not even trying to hide it.

"I know I make you uncomfortable"

You turn your head and look at him, slightly thrown off by his statement.

"Call me dumb but I can't figure out what I did to make you feel that way"

"Call it a hunch" you think silently to yourself.

"I thought that if I spent enough time with you"

"Or if I was nice enough you'd see I'm not all that bad but..."

He chuckles pitifully to himself.

"you don't have to worry anymore I get the hint"

He slowly stands centering his muscular frame.

"I'll leave you alone from now on"

Steve heads towards the door not even sparing you a second glance.

"goodnight enjoy the rest of your evening" he says with a smile then turns to leave.

Shit, you hate that you feel bad. You couldn't even make A case against him he hasn't done anything wrong.Any sane person would say you're just being an asshole.

And in the end you caved.

"Steve wait-"

He stops and you both lock eyes the faintest hint of a smile dusting his lip.

.......

Safe to say, Tony never came back not that the two of you noticed.Because A few drinks later the whole vibe of the room changed completely.

You don't know if it was the alcohol making you more susceptible to his charm but Steve is actually really funny and down to earth.

You two talked nonsense laughing and drinking the whole night away.

"Go out with me" he says with stars in his eyes face flushed red from the liquor.

You don't know what came over you.

"Okay...." You say nervously a small sheepish smile in your expression.

.........

Dinner was breathtaking, Steve showed up to your door at 8pm with the prettiest bouquet of roses.

And he was such a gentleman, holding open the car door for you. pulling out your chair.

You giggle lightly at something funny he said.

"You know I was wrong about you"

His eyebrow peaks up in interest .

"oh really" he smiles amusingly before playfully leaning in "do tell more".

You laugh off your nervousness.

"well...to be honest I found you creepy"

An expression of shock crosses his face.

"really?" He says voice coated in disbelief "I mean I could tell that you were uncomfortable but creepy c'mon"

You giggle "I know I know it's stupid and you didn't do anything I promise I just got a weird vibe".

"Yeah some vibe" he chuckles to himself.

"well I'm glad to find out your actually really sweet Steve" "I mean the flowers and the restaurant, this has all been so amazing"

Steve smiles "I'm glad you changed your mind about me"

.................

..................

You feel the warm hum of the car as Steve drives you back to the apartment.

The ride back has a completely different feel from the drive to dinner. it's oddly silent, but you don't mind. it's good comedown time from the whirlwind of events and conversation that took place earlier.

Steve pulls into the car garage and smoothly parks, taking the keys out of the ignition then turning to face you.

"well tonight was really great Steve" you beam.

"We should do this again soon"

Steve smiles eerily at you then places a hand on your thigh.

You giggle nervously.

Steve breathes out a heavy sigh playing with the hem of your dress. ignoring your discomfort completely as if your just some mannequin in a mall.

"You have good intuition"

He laughs darkly.

"I mean everyone else just eats my shit up but not you..." He thumbs at your dress " not you..."

"that time I was gonna walk out at tony's party, that was a last ditch effort "

He smirks.

" I wasn't really gonna start leaving you alone...not really"

A chill runs up your spine at his callous tone.

"But to my surprise you finally fell for it".

"Steve..." You look at him with all the fear in your eyes. praying to God this is just some dumb prank preying on your paranoia.

Steve paused in thought and stops playing with your dress and sighs.

"I guess it's time I show you who I really am"

At that last word every door in the car locks in unison as Steve sizes you up with a carnal hunger in his eyes.

You back up against the door tears teetering on the edge of your corneas.

"Steve please..." Your voice cracks.

Steve just glares at you as if you just spoke an alien language to him.

He once again ignores your tears. something he's most likely used to by now and climbs into the back seat.

He seats himself to a relaxed man spread with his arm resting above the open empty seat.

You both stare at eachother trying to read the others mind.

"Come here" he says in a low commanding tone.

You sniffle softly "I don't want to" the tears start to run down your face.

Steve breathes in annoyance before lunging at you. dragging your thrashing body to the backseat.

"No! Let me go !" You try to hit him but any attempt you make he just restrains you more till you're sat on his lap.him holding both of your wrists together with one hand.

"Stop being such an ungrateful whore"

You violently struggle against him trying to free your hands.

"I treat you nice and take you to dinner and this is how you repay me" he says clearly disappointed by your behavior.

You continue to hit him, crying while you try to get away.

"Stop embarrassing yourself" he says unbothered by your frantic state.

A loud slap is placed against your bottom, and his superhuman strength makes it hurt like hell.

A choked sob leaves your throat, the searing burn on your ass most likely bright red.

Steve rubs your butt in soothing circles.

And you sniffle and sob quietly.not resisting anymore.cause if you take another hit like that you don't think you'll be able to walk much less run away.

"Now isn't that better sweetie, you like it when I'm nice to you don't you" Steve whispers softly as he goes to wipe your tears, but you dodge his touch.

In your head you're furiously shaking your head no until you feel a hand pulling your dress up.

"Steve please! I'll do anything just don-"

Steve rips your panties off of you as you yelp in shock.You start squirming against him again but he places A hand on your butt warningly.

"Behave or I won't be so nice"

He's being nowhere near nice or whatever he's telling himself in his fucked up head.

You see Steve's hand slowly dip between your legs. you shut your eyes and hide your face in his collar. too scared to watch what's gonna happen next.

Steve seems to find your behavior cute as his fingers dust over your folds.

"Don't worry bunny I just want to make you a little more agreeable"

Two thick fingers are jammed into your unprepared hole.You yelp shaking from the sudden intrusion.

Steve starts working his fingers in and out of you While he binds your wrists together tightly with his other hand.

You manage to muffle the involuntary moans with the fabric of his clothes but when his fingertips hit that deep sensitive spot inside, it catches you off guard.

"Ah!-" a pleasurable moan escapes your lips.

Steve chuckles "Hm... there she is...my good girl"

"No I'm no-Ah!" You try to talk back but Steve just keeps grinding his thick fingers into your spot over and over again.

You can't take it.

"No!" You cry not wanting to orgasm from such a horrendous act.

With a few more strokes from his fingers you cum on him, whimpering and whining bucking your hips up like a slut.

"Mmn... good girl" Steve says as he plays with the white liquid leaking from your hole. mesmerized by how much there is and how nicely it coats his fingers.

You look up in horror as you see him start to lick his fingers clean with his tongue.

He locks eyes with you, dark gaze staining his irises.

"You try it honey" he shoves his fingers down your throat and you taste yourself on your tongue as he forces you to gag on his fingers.

Steve holds your nose closed with his other hand as you panic for oxygen.

"that's right honey taste every last drop of your slutty little cunny"

So worn out from what he just did, you don't even hear his belt unbuckle.

Steve let's you go completely as you gasp for air, falling on your side into the empty seat next to him.

He grips your hips with both hands pulling them flush against his cock.

"Steve no! Don't!please-"

"Fuck!!-"you slam your head down into your arms and start crying.

Steve fully sheathes his erect cock inside of you.

Steve groans lowly as his cock twitches from the tightness.

It's so fucking big. he hasn't even moved yet but his tip resting against your womb is driving you crazy. you can feel every inch of him.

He slightly drags his cock out of you before slamming it back inside, You cry out again.

Steve roughly pumps his cock into you and you can feel your brain melting.

Losing any sense of what's being done to you, all you can focus on is the ache between your legs.

His cock hits against all the ridges in your pussy.

You bury your head into your arms not wanting him to hear your moans as your cunts clamps down around his cock milking him for cum.

Steve knows what your doing and is quick to correct it.

"Oh no you don't dolly I wanna hear it"

Steve pulls your head up by your hair.

You try to pull your head away but he has a death grip on your scalp.

Steve slows his motions for a minute and kisses up to your ear whispering.

"Be a good little whore and moan all nice'n pretty for me okay baby"

Your eyes widen in a mixture of fear and embarrassment before he places a commanding hand on your hip once again.

"Steve wait- Ahh! Fucking fuck! ahh!"

Steve breeds your pretty little cunt like an animal.Hitting at your spot repeatedly, it feels too good you try to push his hands off of you.

But that just makes him laugh as he angles his hips to hit your spot just right with every thrust.

You moan whimper and whine. your butt writhing against his hips on its own free will.

Your pussy is so fucking in love with him it drools a little every time he pulls out, leaving a shameful puddle beneath your body's.

"S-steve don't I can't cum anymore stop ah!" You plead barely able to think straight.

"Quit being such a whiny bitch and take it"

Steve wraps both of his hands completely around your throat and forces your head down against the seat then climbing up on top mounting you like a horse.

His hips come crashing down into your soaked pussy in a fury of thrusts.You start word vomiting as you feel his hand clench around your throat as he nears his orgasm.

"Fuck Steve use me fuck! breed me like a little bitch please! please please-"

Steve slaps his hips against yours and you feel his balls tense and untense as he cums deep inside your canal.

You can't fucking think speak or do anything.

You just lie there feeling his spunk seep into your swollen womb.

He gets off of you and tucks himself back into his pants.You hear the doors unlock but you're too broken to move.

Steve hot and sweaty breathes out a heavy sighs catching his breath from the exertion.

Steve rolls his eyes at you thinking you're just being a drama queen.

He leans over you and you flinch, but he's actually reaching for the door.

He pushes it open.

"You should get some rest"

Then turns his attention back to your trembling form.You wearily meet his gaze, your body far from recovered.

"You don't want to miss work do you bunny?"

You slowly shake your head no at him too scared to argue.

"Good then get out" he says coldly.

"Unless you're desperate for a round two"

Your eyes widen.

That's enough to get you stumbling out of the back seat but you struggle to stay balanced on your feet.

"Oh and by the way"

What could he want now.

"don't wear those short skirts at work"

"I'm tired of the staff looking at what belongs to me"

What the hell have you gotten yourself into. you would've talked back to him but seeing as all the strength has been siphoned from your body all you can do is nod.

Steve smiles at your compliance.

"C-can I go now" you ask nervously.

Steve nods endearingly and you slowly make your way towards the elevator.

Steve laughs to himself as you struggle to walk, almost falling on your ass at some points.He smirks getting into the driver's seat as the elevator doors close.

You see his car drive by as he leaves eyeing you like property.

You gulp and swallow your breath fearful that your employment to stark industries could turn into you being an indentured sex slave to Captain America.

You shut your eyes as the elevator moves through the floors.reeling from the events caused by your lack of caution and surplus of trust.your body still aches from what he did.

You wince at the thought of tomorrow, cause without a doubt Steve will be right there.

Ready to ruin you all over again.

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demowogorgon · 2 years

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Breathless

Summary: Vintage movies aren't for everyone, but that doesn't mean they can't inspire you. -------------------- In which you and Susie watch Breathless, and she takes inspiration from the movie to choke you out and get you off.

Pairing: Susie (Dead by Daylight)/Reader (Established Relationship)

Content Warnings: Choking, but that’s about it! Reader is gender-neutral but has a vulva.

Word Count: 2830

MINORS DNI THIS IS SMUT LMAO

There’s something special about vintage, black and white movies. The magic of seeing an older generation in their prime, and knowing that they were once so similar to you is fascinating, is it not? A time capsule of art, providing a window into the past. Black and white shadows dance across your skin, absent of the usual blue glow the television provides.

“You know,” Susie starts, “I never understood this movie. Like, at all.”

You laugh, dragging the tips of your fingers down her spine before settling at the small of her back. She looks up at you with a smile, crinkling her eyes with a laugh of her own.

“No, I’m serious!” She giggles, “The movie sucks, baby. I don’t know why you’re so into it.”

“Don’t you speak French?”

“Malheureusement, oui,” she overexaggerates her accent, rolling her eyes before turning back to the movie, “But like, I get what they’re saying — that’s not the issue — it’s just dumb. The guy’s an asshole, he said it himself. So why doesn’t she just leave him? Why go through the trouble of running away with him, then turning him in and then going back to him? What’s with all the jump cuts? It’s weird.”

You laugh. “It’s French New Wave, Suz. It’s about these…” you pause, waving your hands as you search for the proper wording, “...two different brands of nihilism, you know?”

She takes her head off of your chest to look back up at you once more. She tilts her head with a pout while one arm ventures up past your head, the tips of her fingers dangling just off of the arm rest. Her faded — almost pastel — hair falls across her shoulders in rosy tresses. Not quite a halo, but angelic all the same.

And just like that, she’s back to her playful, dorky self as she sticks her tongue out at you, delving into a new bout of giggles. She shakes her head, strands following her movements effortlessly as she chuckles for some reason you can’t seem to place. She drops down for the briefest of seconds, placing a quick, painless nip to your jawline and soothes it with a kiss before leaning back up.

“What are you, a professor? You wanna give me your giant, nerdy fucking analysis about Breathless, of all things?”

“I mean, if you’re offering-”

“Hell no!” She shoves your shoulder playfully, “Let me be dumb! I delight in my ignorance of bad black-and-white movies!”

“Fine, fine. You have to admit though, the whole ‘smile or I’ll strangle you’ line was really, really iconic.” You wave your hands around with your words, flexing your fingers like claws for emphasis with a grin. Even on your first viewing, it was one of the scenes that truly stood out to you.

She hums, smile toying at her lips as she gazes down at you with a sparkle in her eyes. The light of the fire seems to catch in her irises, displaying a certain sadistic playfulness lying beneath. She places a chaste kiss to your lips, fleeting and sweet, as she lowers herself back down to your level. Her lips hover mere centimeters above yours, and fuck if it isn’t tempting to lean up a little to meet her.

“That’s not how they say it,” she murmurs. Her voice is smooth and dark, yet it carries with it a certain shake that leaves you hanging on the edge of her words. Anxiety, or excitement?

“Yeah?” You breathe, “then why don’t you enlighten me?”

The smile that tugged at her lips has suddenly found the courage to stretch across her face, and she presses one last kiss to your lips as her legs find their home around your hips.

“Souri moi.”

Smile for me, you recall. Absent is the silly and over-exaggerated accent, now replaced with an authentic, soft and subtle roughness reminiscent of her hometown. Her voice is soft and even as the words fall into the open air, breathy but stern with a hidden darkness beneath the surface. You refuse, shaking your head and keeping your lips in a straight line. Her smile fades as she eases into the scene, taking on a more serious demeanor that sends a brief rush of excitement coursing through you.

“Bon j'compte jusqu'à huit,” her voice darkens, tongue darting out between her lips, only to be followed by the gentle graze of her teeth moments after. “A huit tu m'as pas souri, je t'étrangle"

One hand moves to encompass your throat, placing the lightest of pressure and willing the thoughts from your head. You can’t seem to recall the meaning behind her words, but hell if it doesn’t send a spark of electricity through you. And when you provide no resistance, she begins to count.

“Un, deux...”

Your heart pounds in your chest, and by the way Susie’s staring down at you, it’s clear that she can feel your heart pounding in your throat — kicking like a rabbit against her palm. She tightens her grip a fraction, smile once again tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Trois, quatre...”

Her free hand is soft against your cheek as her thumb glances across your cheekbone — a stark contrast to the intimidating grip around your neck — and it doesn’t end it’s adventure just yet. Her hand trails down from your cheek to your collarbone, only briefly losing skin-to-skin contact as the more adventurous hand brushes over the one locked around your neck. The words pour slowly out of her mouth, leaving you hanging on every syllable — no, every breath that curls its way from her lips.

“Tu es tellement lâche, je suis sûr que tu vas sourire,” her voice is demeaning, although with the fog of excitement clouding your mind, you can’t seem to remember what it means.

“Cinq, six…”

Her hand is cold against your skin as it finds itself a home under your shirt, dancing teasingly across your sides, tapping out a rhythm to a song you can’t seem to place before jolting up to tug at your nipple. She giggles at the breath that leaves you, and god, it’s hard to believe that she isn’t enjoying this as much as you.

“Might have been a mistake baby,” she diverges from her script, “really should have treasured that last breath. If you don’t give me a smile… who's to say I’ll let up at all, huh?”

It’s hard to keep your smile at bay, instead choosing to bare your throat as you peer at her through your eyelashes. Her eyes darken at the conflicting meaning in your actions — completely submissive to her true desires, and yet still bratty enough to defy a direct order. Your stare is just on the cusp of teasing, having only half the mind to try and provoke her further. It’s not often she takes control, so fuck if you’re not gonna savor every moment of it. She grins, drumming her fingers across your throat.

“What a brat,” she coos, “Cute, though. You’re already such a mess, and I haven’t even done anything to you yet. Funny that you think you’re still in control here.”

She pushes your shirt up past your tits, exposing your body to the cold air of the cabin, shivering at the sudden rush of cold against your flushed skin. You bite back a gasp — albeit not very well, and heat rises to your cheeks at her actions. She laughs softly before humming, shrugging her hair back over her shoulders as she returns to playing with your breasts. Your breath stutters at her ministrations, and it doesn’t help when she flexes her grip on your throat once again.

She shoves her thigh between your legs, your hips moving on instinct as you roll against her. And even with the both of you fully clothed, the friction is so damn good that you’re sure you’ve caught a glimpse of heaven. Your nails scratch against the worn leather couch, eyes fluttering shut and desperate to find something to ground yourself without breaking her unspoken rules.

“Fuck,” she hisses, “God, fuck. Look at you baby, you’re doing so good for me.”

The depraved swears and babbles are so foreign in her mouth, and your eyes flutter open to take her in. And oh, you’re so glad that you did. Her eyes are blown with arousal, cheeks flushed and canines biting into her lower lip as she grins down at you.

“That’s it, look at me.” Her voice teems with equal parts arousal and excitement when you catch her gaze, and your breath catches in your throat for what seems like the thousandth time tonight.

“Still haven’t smiled, though. Are you gonna behave?”

You shake your head, steeling your resolve, even as you work your hips over her thigh like a bitch in heat.

“Brat.”

She flexes her thigh just as your hips roll forward, drawing a whine from your lips at the new pressure on your aching clit. You cast your head back reflexively and her hand digs into your throat in an entirely new way, and your eyes all but roll back in your head at the sensation.

“Sept,” she murmurs, tightening her grip on your throat, “Sept et demi…”

She leans in, brushing her lips across your own — too brief to be a kiss, and yet too close to forget. She peers at you from behind her eyelashes with an unfamiliar dominance radiating from her eyes. God, you’ve never seen her like this, but fuck if it isn’t the hottest sight you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. You whine, grinding your hips into her thigh with a renewed vigor.

“Sept et trois quarts,” she practically sings the numbers out, voice pitching with excitement. God, yes, you’ve never wanted anything more in your life. You breathe in, shoving down the instinct to smile.

“Huit.”

And just like that she’s applying the pressure you’ve been craving, cutting off your oxygen abruptly and sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The digits around your throat clamp hard over your veins and arteries, trapping all breath and words in your chest with no means of escape. Her body cages you in, lips returning to ghost over yours as though stealing your last breath. Your vision tunnels as you rock your aching cunt over her thigh, desperate to reach your peak.

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” her voice sounds drowned out and distant, and it takes a second for the words to process. Your tongue practically lolls out of your mouth, although whether it’s because of the praise, the stimulation, or the lack of oxygen, you’re not sure.

“Might have to get you a collar, one of these days. You look so good with my hands around your throat, though. What do you think, baby?”

You move your lips to respond, although you don’t have the air in your lungs to say anything. But even if you did, you’re so lost that you doubt you could string together a single sentence.

“What, nothing to say?” She giggles.

Thankfully, she doesn’t take the time to dwell on your forced speechlessness, sparing you the torture of her honeyed, teasing words. A tug at the buttons of your jeans and the chill of her fingertips on your abdomen sends a flutter through your heart, and you’re sure that if you had the air to spare you’d be keening for her like a dog. She dips into your wetness, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips in a way that can only be described as utterly depraved.

“You’re really getting off on this, hm?” Her voice lifts at the end, pitching in a sickly sweet, almost condescending fashion that leaves you practically drooling in her palm. Her grip tightens experimentally as she rolls your clit between her fingers, and you’re sure you’d be moaning like a whore had your breath not been caught in your lungs.

The world blurs as at her ministrations while adrenaline begins to pump through your veins, and you realize you’re quickly running out of time; and yet, you don’t want it to stop — don’t want her to stop.

But just like that her grip slackens, and air rushes back into your lungs, leaving you dizzy and wanton. But she doesn’t give you time to recover as two of her fingers finally dip down to curl inside of you, palm rocking against your clit in time with her thrusts. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and your body agrees with your mind as your hips buck to meet her pace. Your hopes are dashed when her other hand pushes you back down, pinning you to the couch.

“You’ll come on my terms, or not at all.”

She punctuates her words with well-timed nips to your jawline, bringing her hand back to your throat and squeezing experimentally, as though reminding you of your place. In your pleasure-drunk state you can do nothing but nod and babble out an apology, and when she flashes her canines in a gleeful smile, you know you’ve made the right choice.

She finally, finally pulls down the rest of your bottoms, and you relinquish the clothing without struggle. And just like that she’s throwing your thighs over her shoulders as she sets into you like a woman starved. And while you don’t bash your head against the couch, it’s a damn-near thing. Your fingers weave their way through her velvet-soft hair, tugging her towards where you need her most with a mindless fervor that draws moans of her own from her parted lips as her tongue slips between your folds with a practiced ease.

You don’t miss the way her free hand slips beneath her jeans, her hips bucking into her palm with a neediness that almost matches your own. And you certainly don’t miss the way her moans vibrate against your clit, leaving your legs shaking and pulling breathless whines from your throat. Obscenities fly from your lips like water from a stream, and with every passing second it becomes harder and harder to keep your hips planted to the couch.

You barely have a moment to prepare yourself before she slides another finger into you, curling both of them and moving them quickly as she leans back up to drag her lips across yours. Her voice is tinged with the ghost of a moan, just barely concealed.

“Are you gonna be good for me, huh? You fucking brat?”

“Yes, fuck, yes-” you stammer, eyes darting across her face as your stumble over your words in a pleasure-induced haze, “I promise, I’ll be good for you baby, please-”

“Open,” she says, drawing her fingers from her heat and shoving them in your mouth without hesitation. And you obey, taking her fully and swirling your tongue around her fingers with an embarrassingly needy whine. You’re rewarded with the relentless motion of her other hand, curling into your heat and leaving stars dancing in your vision, which only seems to quadruple with the rocking of her palm against your clit.

You’re close, maddeningly close, and you’re sure that it’s painted plainly on your face when her eyes widen with frenzied glee. Her movements quicken, seemingly disinterested in teasing you any longer. But then her fingers are pulled from your mouth, wrapping around your throat once more.

“Cum if you want to breathe, baby.”

Your vision dots as you near the edge, your hips start to move more frantically, grinding against her palm as your lips part but nothing goes into your lungs. Your entire body is trembling and you can feel your tongue lolling, but as soon as your inner walls start to clench and you feel the heat slam down of your orgasm, she let’s go.

The rush of oxygen shoves your orgasm to new heights, and her name falls from your lips in the form of gasps and broken whines, just barely held together by their fractured syllables. Your body aches with equal parts pain and euphoria, back arching with the burden of overstimulation and yet you can't help but want more when you ball the fronts of her jacket in your shaking hands, pulling her lips towards you in a messy half-kiss as she works you through your high.

You're not sure how long it takes you to come off of cloud nine, but when you do, you're met with the soft giggles and praises of your lover, filling your heart with a fond warmness.

Susie plants a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips, and you card your fingers through her hair as you return the gesture.

"You're so pretty… you know that, right?" She whispers in-between kisses. "So, so good to me."

The night goes on, TV flickering with the ghosts of movies past, while whispered messages of adoration are passed back and forth. Pillow talk kept safe by your intertwined hearts, and the false stars of the black and endless sky.

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modx-reborn · 3 years

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A Public Display

Ngl this was saved as ‘a cold fever’ in my WIP folder but my dumb ass forgets to change the name of documents so often, I don’t think that it was the intended name.

ANYWAY here have some Ghostbur invis fun, now with the public play twist and maybe some darker ghostbur as a treat.

A public display pt.2: Here

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS PLEASE DNI

The new L'Manburg markets are always busy, with so much new stock and even new sellers that have come into the rebuilt city from the outlands. One could really not afford to miss it, you learnt that the hard way, weeks back you overslept and brushed off going to the market only to run out of a certain cooking ingredient, not a day later.

Needless to say, it was another week before you could make a majority of your standard dishes.

But as of late your visits into the city have been joined by a peculiar addition, Ghostbur. The greyscaled ghost had taken a liking to following you about, whether that being around your home or on outings like today, while most of the time he was cute and affection seeking. Disappearing and reappearing from sight with things like books and snacks, and one time a whole blue sheep, and even turning invisible to sit alongside you when people came to visit.

He claimed it was ‘So you had someone even if they got mean.’ He was almost like a lost puppy, his nature endearing and building a sort of affection for him, but today something was different.

To say Ghostbur was playing on the mischievous side of things would be an understatement, on more than three occasions you had needed to pull clothes back into place, as invisible hands pushed and shoved material aside to grasp at your hips. Giggles pressed to the skin of your neck, whenever you hissed out his name, vain attempts to get the ghost to stop and let you shop in peace.

Minor things like that continued for most of the day, some of the older residents of L'Manburg did comment here and there that I was maybe being pranked by one of the younger kids around. As not long ago people were getting boxed in with signs, covered in flowers, and even pushed into one of the ponds by a prankster with 'Too many potions’.

Only after the mortifying experience of having your pants begin to be pulled down, exposing the very tops of your underwear, to Eret as you spoke with them did the seeming pranks take a more interesting turn. Clothes being pulled and pushed aside became cold fingers touching skin through the material, almost as if it wasn’t there at all, and what was once giggles in your ears became the feeling of soft sighs bringing a shudder down your spine.

Despite the public setting of the acts, what started out as curious fingers slowly became more sure, gentle touches morphed into firm hands pulling your hips back into unseen ones, every stop to look over items is stumbled into as the ghost now exploring you takes them as chances to grind into you, and feather-light patterns drawn with nails quickly become wide palms cradling your chest.

Yet when you finally had a moment to potentially call out Ghostbur on his sudden shift from pranking to… this, any words that were forming on your lips are lost when one of his hands dips lower than your waist. It’s the shock of cold hands, unseen, felt against your thighs, nails dragging up and inwards, fingers splaying against your skin.

“G-ghostbu-”

“So pretty, so warm.”

The first words you had heard from the ghost since he had disappeared earlier in the day, unlike the earlier giggles this is whispered into your ear as his hands continue to roam, tracing a path that is all too familiar to you. The same path you regularly take when enjoying a moment to yourself, movements that he would only know if he had watched you one night in the dark of your room.

“I wonder many people would die to touch you like this”

Like this, he says, like this means standing on shaking legs, hoping that no one can see the way your body shakes when Ghostbur decides to press against your core, fingers just barely pressing into you. Like this, means trying to move out of sight, out of where familiar faces can see the flush that has painted your cheeks deepen as the words whispered to you turn darker.

Praise for not getting flustered from the pranks, half lost mutters about how pretty you look now, and even a surprisingly harsh request from the regularly gentle ghost as the phantom hands leave your skin, causing a broken whine to fall from your lips.

“Out of sight and your mine.”

A warning or a promise? With how he had shifted from joking and messing around to so brazenly, despite his invisibility, playing with you and causing this trip to the markets to be dragged out beyond the normal timeframe of your shopping visits, there was not a doubt that he was telling the truth. The moment you were away from the market crowd, he would be back and whatever he had planned on would be interesting, to say the least.

With the flush from Ghostbur’s activities lingering on your face and the shaking of your legs slowly easing, it was easier for you to finish up your trip. Most of the larger items set to be delivered over you attempting to take them with you, and even just missing the chance to apologise to Eret about the earlier almost pantsing before they disappeared back into the markets.

Under one of the few archways along the prime path, once unseen hands are quick to wrap around your hips pulling you back into a darkened corner. Grey hands once again pressing against your skin, no longer pressing through the material, but physically pushing your shirt so it bunches up by your neck and popping the button to your pants before returning to pressing and teasing against your entrance.

“All mine, out of sight and all mine"

"Ghostbur, w-what has gotten into you?"

”Everyone is always watching. Watching you, watching and wanting. So they can watch you want for me,“

An explanation but not one you were expecting, not as chilled fingers burry themselves in you crooking just so in search of the spot that would arch you into his touch. The hand that was not buried in you held your head straight, making you watch the entrance to the archway, while you were cast in shadow all it would take is one person to crest the stairs and all would be seen by them.

They would see, the furrowed white eyes of Ghostbur as he focused on dragging any possible noise from your lips, they would be able to see how your eyes rolled back, legs shaking when long cold fingers press just right almost dragging you and the ghost behind you to the ground. They would see how ragged your breathing had become as the grey lips that whispered in your ear turned to teeth buried in whatever skin was within reach.

But none of that mattered to you, your world had narrowed down to the echoing voice of Ghostbur, the feeling of him working you closer and closer to the edge, and the pressing grind of the hips behind you. The motion causing you to rock further into the fingers buried in you, not caring for how loud the noises you’re making had gotten, or how broken the begs for more had become.

Only when the hand holding your neck grips tighter, and the ghost behind you snaps out a sharp ”MINE.“ Do you open your eyes and feel the flush that had spread down your skin burn for another reason beyond your own arousal.

White eye’s glow faintly from the glasses that sat slightly lowered on the king of the servers nose, flicking across every inch that Ghostbur had exposed, lingering on where grey meets flushed skin, and wherewith the slightest pull backwards, even more, is exposed to their gaze.

"For now, sure."

The King’s words loud enough to be clear in their challenge.

#c: ghostbur #k: exhibitionism #k: teasing #k: praise #k: humiliation #afab mention #possessive behavior #mxad #dsmp smut

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hulu & woohoo

summary: But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings: slight feelings of insecurity, smut; fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, handjobs, unprotected, riding, slight praise kink misc: if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read wc: 6.3k

[ this is a sequel to netflix & chill !! ]

started off silly then I was like 😳what if we sprinkled in a dilemma™️😳 anyway here’s the kook i imagined for this fic <3

Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook does in fact have his own paid subscription to Netflix. He doesn’t ride on his family account anymore, nor does he swindle his friends into sharing their passwords ‘just once.’ Just like everything else about his mature persona, Jungkook is adamant on paying those ten and something dollars for the streaming platform.

However, his fall into capitalism doesn’t end there.

Among other things, Jungkook also pays for Hulu, Amazon Prime, Disney Plus, HBO, as well as a couple indie stuff you’ve never heard of in all your years. He’s a bigger nerd than you originally thought, with an incessant need to watch every single piece of media available.

Frankly, you don’t see the need to own so many different streaming services, especially not when pirating websites exist and you could so easily watch Jersey Shore for free, if you’re not too concerned with infecting your laptop with every software virus known to humankind. Luckily for you, your app developer boo with his—admittedly tiny—knowledge in computers can iron out those issues for you.

It’s moments like these, Jungkook fiddling with the internal system settings of your laptop to the best of his abilities, that you find yourself grateful for having met Jungkook, and even if it’s been a little over two months now and he still hasn’t popped the question (“Will you be my girlfriend?”), you’d still kiss him silly.

He sighs for the umpteenth time, rubbing his eyes as he stares at the same system warning on the screen. “Babe, just pay the six bucks for Hulu and you can watch all the Jersey Shore episodes you want,” he says, leaning back in his chair as he stares at you from across the dining table.

You scoff, almost scandalized by his suggestion. “You think I have the resources to hand over six bucks every month?” You abandon your homework in front of you, the one you had so dutifully been working on before your computer was flooded with about a thousand Hot Moms in YOUR Area! notifications before abruptly shutting down. “Buddy, that's lunch at Starbucks.”

Jungkook clicks around a few more times, round glasses sliding down his nose which he will occasionally scrunch up to save from falling. “First of all, lunch at Starbucks sounds sad,” he retorts, and you kick his shin from beneath the table. He doesn’t even flinch, the damn muscle bunny, instead leveling you with an unimpressed glare. “Second of all, I told you I’d give you my passwords but you said—“

“No!” You exclaim.

Call it what you want, but that rose-tinted image of Jungkook being a saint in this world, too sweet and naive for his own good, never faded. Your brain saw it that night of your first date and ran with it, never mind the fact he was quite the devious scoundrel, gentlemanly perception be damned the way he’d tug at your skirts and your hair in public like you were on the playground, always teasing, always playing with you, so discreetly no one would ever see it coming from him, of all people. Your brain saw all that too, the little childish streak he’d get sometimes, but your heart stomped it out, wrapped up in the image of Jungkook being your golden boy, and you couldn’t possibly take advantage of such an angel’s kindness to mooch off his streaming services.

From across the table, Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if he knows you’re trapped in that brain of yours again. Unlike you, Jungkook was easily able to pick apart your true personality, and the way the devil on your shoulder spoke more often than not. He knew you were prone to outrageous schemes and evil villain monologues, and he still kept you around. Let you linger around his home in his big shirts and eat his healthy breakfasts with him. Jungkook liked you, as silly and mean as you were, and he was very obvious about it.

“The password—“

“Is none of my business,” you halt him with a tone of finality in your voice, gesturing for him to slide the beat up laptop back over. Jungkook sighs, runs a hand over his face like you’ve worn him out, but relents.

Taking it with a triumphant grin, you settle back into your seat, nudge his foot with yours beneath the table. Jungkook nudges you back, the adorable fuzzy socks he was wearing making you giggle, a sound that finally brings a smile to his face. “Y’know…” he says, “if you’re gonna be the Disney villain you claim to be, you might as well just take all my passwords.”

Rolling your eyes, you focus your attention back on copying some notes for class, falling back into the rhythm of glancing at the screen and back at your notebook. “You’re cute,” you mindlessly hum, taking great pleasure in the rosy hue that rises to his cheeks, one he tries to hide by coughing into his elbow. You set your pencil down, watch him squirm under your gaze like he always does, blushy and shy like he hadn’t had you twisted like a pretzel beneath him an hour ago. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him, reaching over to place your hand over his, where it’s idly tapping over some textbook he’s got out. Immediately, he turns it over, squeezes your palm in his. “I don’t mind getting thirty two viruses an hour.”

The reluctant worry in his gaze remains, sweet puppy eyes flickering over you as if trying to catch a hint of a lie. He was so adorable, you could kiss him silly. Finally, Jungkook gives in, though he does so with a lot of effort; letting you fool around on pirating websites truly was the bane of his existence. “Just bring it to me if it breaks down again, okay?” He settles, and you nod.

To your surprise, he brings your hand up and presses a kiss to the back of your knuckles, holds your gaze like he absolutely adores you.

He was so handsome, so caring, and so blatantly not yours.

—

“Not heading to your boyfriend's house today?” Doyeon asks the second she steps into your shared dorm, fighting with the boots on her feet. In the last two months of knowing Jungkook (everybody say thank you, Kim Namjoon), it’s become rare to see you home for more than two nights in a row. Jungkook was irresistible in more ways than you could count. If you weren’t falling into bed with him, you were smothering his cute face on the couch, or hovering behind him in the kitchen.

“Not my boyfriend,” you deny, huffy, and she knows how you feel about the subject, which is why she only prods more.

“Wow,” Doyeon drawls, glancing over your shoulder where you’ve got Jersey Shore playing on one half of the screen, an essay document on the other. “The man you see every other night, who looks and fucks like a god, who buys you a shit ton of presents, and treats you like you’re his world… is not your boyfriend?”

On screen, the toxic couple of the century is engaged in another screaming match, the reality tv show quickly spiraling as dramatic music takes over the speakers.

You scratch the back of your head. “Yeah. Well.”

Doyeon almost combusts at your response, flinging herself onto her twin bed in disgust. “He is a fool, a court jester if you will,” she seethes. “You're the hottest babe in a fifteen mile radius chasing after him and he still hasn’t asked you?”

Deciding you can’t comfortably watch the toxicity on screen with Doyeon talking so loudly, you slam down on the spacebar to pause the show. The fickity website, set out to ruin you since you first discovered it a few weeks ago, crashes. It takes your half-assed essay with it as the whole computer suddenly blacks out. You sigh.

“And on top of that,” she’s still going, “you’re hot and evil. Like bro. Come on.”

“Yes, I’m sure every man dreams of getting with an evil seductress,” you sarcastically reply, reaching for your phone to text Jungkook for help, when you suddenly remember why exactly you’re not with him right now. He’d gone to Busan to visit his family this weekend, a quick trip, he’d told you with his tongue down your throat. You shiver at the memory.

You still really want to watch Jersey Shore, though. Almost desperately. It’d been a long time since you watched it, and you honestly forgot the pivotal role that and a bunch of other reality shows had played in shaping you into the conniving woman you were today.

Doyeon seems about done with her tirade against Jeon Jungkook, dramatically storming into the en-suite bathroom you share with your neighbors.

Tapping your phone against your lip, you carefully consider your options. You could just boot your laptop back up, pray for the best and move on. But the 240p episodes were doing a number on your eyes, and for a moment you considered handing over those six bucks to pay for a Hulu membership.

It’s short-lived, and eventually you settle on calling Jungkook.

He answers on the fourth ring, and wherever he is is insanely loud. There’s voices shouting, lots of bustling, until eventually a door closes and Jungkook’s silky voice oozes through the speaker. “Baby? What’s up?”

“Hi,” you respond, feel something disgustingly sweet settle in your chest. “Is this a bad time?” You ask tentatively.

Jungkook laughs, low and raspy. “No,” he tells you, and you hear the smile in his voice. “Never a bad time for you.”

You could lunge through the screen right now, rain kisses down on his face until he’s giggling, telling you it’s too much. The feeling in your chest tightens, and you almost blurt out something embarrassingly cheesy, but a voice in the background calls for him, and Jungkook’s voice responds, “In a sec, mom. I’m talking to a friend right now.”

The glass roof shatters.

Even though you’d just told Doyeon you two weren’t a thing, despite all the coupley things you did, something about Jungkook telling his mom you’re just a friend isn't right. You frown, listen as his mother, a voice just as delicate as his, asks him to grab something from inside. With each second that ticks by, the discomfort you feel grows tenfold, until you’re barely holding yourself together.

Eventually, Jungkook returns. “So what’s up?” He asks again, and you remember what you initially called for. Putting on your big girl pants, you brush your uncalled for insecurities to the side, making sure he can’t detect anything in your tone.

“Your Hulu password. Can I have it?” You say, realize how robotical your voice sounds and belatedly throw in a, “please.”

Jungkook laughs, loud and boyish. The sound almost makes you melt, makes you fall for him even more. The niggling doubt in the back of your head still rings, but it’s temporarily washed away by the man on the phone. “Finally giving in?” He chuckles, doesn’t give you time to respond. “Sure, babe. I’ll text you the login stuff.” You hum, twirl your pencil idly as Jungkook announces he has to go, something about his family waiting on him. You bid him adieu, send him a halfhearted kiss over the phone, and only hope he feels half as content as you do when he does the same for you.

You don’t want to be dramatic about it. In your heart of hearts, you know Jungkook is just more reserved when it comes to dating. He wants to be one hundred percent sure your heart is in the same game as his, tied to the same rules, and putting in the same effort. But there’s a seed of insecurity that plants itself in the back of your head, tells you the reason Jungkook hasn’t asked you out is simply because you’re not good enough.

Jungkook was as rich as they come—not in money, but in personality. (Well, with the way he was advancing through his career, you get the sense he’ll be rich rich in the next few years too.) He had a huge heart, so caring and supportive of those around him, and an even bigger moral compass—hence the ridiculous amounts of streaming services he paid for—and you strongly believed no one was worthy of standing beside someone as wonderful as him.

Sadly, that meant you too.

Jungkook was your dream lover, and with every passing day, you were beginning to think you weren’t his. It had been two months since your first date, and realistically speaking, you know it’s not weird for people to casually date for such a time. It hadn’t been that long, truthfully, but the way you and Jungkook had clicked made it seem so.

He treated you like a queen, pleased your heart and body like no other. None of what Doyeon said earlier was a fib—he picked you up from school in that classy Benz, let you stay the night and sleep in his clothes, ate you out in the morning like you were his breakfast. You acted like you were in a relationship, but what exactly were the two of you?

Were Jungkook’s feelings even at the same level as yours?

Some days, you couldn’t fathom the idea of being so far away from him, texting him incessantly to feel a semblance of his presence. There was always a metaphorical elephant sitting on your chest, the weight of your unlabeled relationship, your insecurities, waiting for him to finally cut you off, decide you’re not what he wants. You wonder sometimes if he sees you out of convenience, but you always remind yourself Jungkook was too emotional and soft to drag someone around like that. (Or was he?)

Realizing how deep you’ve fallen into your spiraling pit of uncertainty, you shake yourself of those thoughts, mindlessly typing in the Hulu login credentials Jungkook texts you.

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You’re in the student center when Jungkook comes home, laptop and books spread out over a circle table to stop anyone else from coming up to you. You’ve got your headphones in, the background sounds of late 2000’s club music from a Jersey Shore episode drifting through your ears.

A hand suddenly grabs onto your shoulder, and you send nearly half the table’s contents onto the floor when you screech, leg blindly kicking the table. “Woah, woah,” Jungkook calms, pulling out an earbud for you, and the sight of his face makes you relax again, before you’re striking his chest.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” you warn, shooting daggers at him as he pulls a chair close to you, plopping down beside you. Jungkook laughs, kisses your temple.

“You doing okay, beautiful?” He inquires, and your heartbeat, which had only just begun to settle from your fright, lurches at the hooded gaze he sends you.

You nod, unconsciously lean closer to him. Jungkook smiles, cheeks pulled tight when you plant a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Glad to hear it,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

You never thought you’d be one of those people. Y’know, the couple shoving PDA down everyone’s throats in a very crowded place. But you can’t help it with Jungkook, gaze honed in on the mole beneath his lip as he recounts his trip to his family’s place. His hair is fluffy again, parted a little to the side to show his forehead. He’s got that big dark hoodie on, the one you love. Your love-addled brain thinks, I could give you a family, but you quickly shut that thought down.

There was no need to think as much for a man who wasn’t even your boyfriend.

Before you can spiral, there’s a set of fingers brushing over your neck, almost casually. You return your attention to Jungkook, watch him leisurely gaze over the bustling students around you. “Missed you,” he says quietly, like he doesn’t want anyone to hear. Hell, if your eyes hadn’t been trained on his face, you don’t think you would’ve.

Finally, he glances back at you. He says nothing, his eyes dipping down to your mouth. He leans forward, presses a smooch to your lips, only to smile at you afterward. “Come over?”

The difference between you and Jungkook is that you were very obviously, outwardly evil. You were not embarrassed to admit you were scheming, or that you had ulterior motives behind doing something. You used what you had to your advantage, mastered all types of expressions to get what you wanted.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was a subtle schemer. In fact, he was so goddamn subtle, you doubt he even knew he was a schemer.

But he definitely was one, and your experiences with him were enough to convince you so. There were times he’d stare at you longingly, like a puppy, until you’d do something for him. Times he’d use his demure face to lure you into going to the hardware store for him, into watching some boring documentary with him. Times, like now, where his voice was a little too smooth and low to be considered his normal pitch, clouded gaze sweeping over your features until you understood what he meant by come over.

Numbly, you nod, watch the quirk of his lips as he kisses you once more before gathering your things for you.

The car ride passes by in a flash, Jungkook’s hand on your knee, your head in the clouds. You imagine how easy it would be to just lean over right here, tug him out of his sweats and get that super suck 5000 on him. But Jungkook’s shy, the devil on your shoulder croons, he’d like it better in the backseat, where no one can see.

Your bag hasn’t even touched the floor yet when he pushes you against the door of his house, shoes and coats half off as he envelopes your lips with his.

His hands are warm, cupping your neck to guide you through the kiss, blindly pulling you down the hall. You feel him falter by the stairs, torn between just throwing you on the couch and ravishing you there or making the trip upstairs to the comfort of his bed. You reach up, run your fingers through his hair. “Wherever you want, baby,” you reassure him, and become consumed with glee when his hands grab into the backs of your thighs, hitch you into his arms as he rushes the two of you up the stairs.

The bed is as fluffy as you remember it, and you bounce up towards the pillows after he drops you on the end. He tugs his shirt over his head, chocolate strands coming out a mess afterwards, before crawling up your body. Jungkook’s hands are incessant, grabbing onto every inch of you he possibly can. He kisses up your tummy, pushing your shirt up as he goes, hikes it over the swell of your breasts to gently fondle them in his palms.

When he’s just about suffocated himself between them, he pops back out, catches your gaze with a twinkle in his. “Hi,” you squeak, and Jungkook grins, leaning up to kiss you.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he returns, let’s your tongue slide into his mouth, sucks on the appendage teasingly. You whimper, and Jungkook releases. “You miss me?” He asks, and if you hadn’t been well-versed in the art of Jungkook’s sexy talk, you wouldn’t have noticed the tingle of nervousness that curls around the question.

You placate him, “always.”

It’s all Jungkook needs as he wiggles you out of your clothes, shucks them off somewhere to the side. His hands trail over your body, massage your breasts and pinch the nipples. You sigh, melt into the sheets as he runs his palms over you. He rolls you over, pulls your hips up and carefully pushes your face into the mattress, pushing your hair to the side to peck your neck when he leans over.

“So soft for me, sweetheart,” he purrs, hands slithering around your waist, down your abdomen until the tip of his pointer finger is idly swirling over your clit.

You whine, clutch the comforter beneath you at the touch. “Oh, fuck,” you groan, push your hips back against him. He’s still got his sweats on, and you want desperately to turn around and rip them off of him, feel the press of his cock against your ass.

As if sensing your urgency, Jungkook calms you with kisses trailing over your spine, hot breath fanning over your neck. His fingers slow, just barely grazing over your clit. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He asks, and you struggle to choke out a response when he presses his finger down against you.

“No,” you eventually gasp, jolt when his hand reaches down, glides through the swollen folds of your cunt.

As if content with your response, Jungkook lets his fingers caress you for a few beats, laps against the side of your neck as you whimper, beg him to continue. When he does, it’s with no ounce of his usual gentle attitude, two fingers shoving forcefully past the tight clench of your pussy lips, deep into your cunt. You shudder, gasping into the sheets.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises, flutters a kiss right below your ear. Your neurons are working overtime, unsure of what to do as he explores your cunt, fingers dragging against your walls. You want to close your eyes, bask in his touches, but every brush of his fingers has them rolling back, fluttering open. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it?”

His fingers curl, briefly brushing over your soft spot. But it’s enough to make you cry out, pant against the sheets. “Yours,” you choke, push back against him like he’ll do it again.

A thumb circles your clit, and the tight feeling in your belly snaps, has you crying out his name as your first orgasm in a few days washes over you. “Jungkook,” you whimper, nearly sob when his hands pull away, letting you flop down onto the mattress in a boneless heap. Your thighs feel sticky, and you watch blearily as Jungkook hovers behind you.

“So quickly?” He chuckles, turning you back over. He spreads your legs, exposing your pussy to the cool air of the room, and you shiver. A lone finger drags over your cunt, collecting the glossy substance on the tip, before Jungkook is sucking it into his mouth.

He had an affinity for this kind of stuff, you’ve learned. Like he genuinely thought your cum was the most delicious thing in the entire world. That being said, you’re not surprised when he ducks down, pushes your legs to your chest as he begins devouring your pussy.

“Slow down,” you gasp, hand curling in his hair as he spares you not, sensitivity be damned. He was gonna lick you clean. He groans, tongue shoved into your cunt, cute nose brushing against your clit. “Kook,” you warn, though it’s more of a shuddered cry. “I-I’ll come again.”

He pulls off with a wet smack, licks over his tongue as he narrows you with a daring glare. Gone was your sweet Jungkook, replaced with this cum-eating heathen who only purrs, “in my mouth” at your warning.

You scream when the second orgasm hits you, pushing his face against your cunt as his tongue continues, lapping at your folds and your hole as a gush of wetness spurts out of you. For a second, your vision pales, soundless cries caught in your throat as you come all over his face. When you touch down on earth again, your body feels featherlight.

Jungkook is watching you from between your thighs, his face, hair, and chest glistening. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, shit-eating grin slowly consuming his features. “Did you just.”

You groan, cover your face with your palms as Jungkook settles over you, beaming excitedly at your newest ability. “No,” you whine, pushing him away from where he’s basically glued to your cheek. “That’s so weird.”

He laughs, cute and airy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you squirted all over me,” he sighs, cuddles against you, and you wrap your arms around him only to hide your face in his shoulder, also glistening with your pleasure. He shifts closer, and the hard press of his cock rubs along the inside of your thigh.

“Can we take a break?” You murmur quietly, hesitantly. “I can’t feel my legs.” Jungkook nods, presses a kiss to your temple as he gets off the bed, tossing his t-shirt over to you. He stumbles towards the en-suite, comes back with a dry face and chest; his hair is still damp. He tugs the sheets out from under you, cuddles close. He’s got the two of you wrapped up in no time, your head cradled against his shoulder as he reaches out blindly for the tablet he keeps on the side of his bed, the Hulu app already open.

“Any requests?” He hums, scrolling through the multitude of movies and shows. You wiggle closer, stop his finger when he returns to the home page, and Jersey Shore is the first thing to appear. “You’re kidding.”

“It’s a good show!” You defend, click on it before he can argue. You press closer, throw a leg over his waist where you can feel his still rock hard member hiding beneath his sweats. Poor guy, you think, he must be suffering. But you have to rest for a moment if you wanna ride the shit out of him and knock him breathless like you’d planned.

Jungkook doesn’t comment on the erection he’s sporting, instead choosing to criticize everything wrong with Jersey Shore. You’re not surprised. He’s an avid film nerd, obsessed with ‘real’ storylines, not whatever reality tv shows were.

You’ve seen this episode about a hundred times, so you don’t really mind that he completely ruins it for you with his nitpicking. It’s cute, listening to him ramble about television integrity while you listen to the subtle thudding of his heart beneath your ear.

He’s on his fifth slandering of DJ Pauly D when you decide you’ve had enough, muscles in your legs feeling rejuvenated as you wiggle into his lap, toss the tablet off to the side as you straddle him. “That show makes you hard?” You tease, let your sensitive folds settle over the bulge in his pants.

Jungkook combusts, cheeks flushing at your jab. “No,” he huffs, “my pretty girlfriend’s boobs pressed up against me does.”

You short circuit.

“Huh?” You blurt dumbly. Jungkook rolls his eyes, too concerned with guiding your hips over his crotch to realize you’re having a complete meltdown in your head. An airy moan leaves his mouth, head lolling back against the pillows, when he moves you just right, grinds against you perfectly. But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. “Kook,” you say, cup his face in your palms to force him to look you in the eye.

Jungkook huffs, pointedly looking down at where you sit on him, “babe, gonna need you to—“

“What did you say?” You interrogate, press your foreheads together until he has no choice but to look at you.

Annoyed with your act, he groans. “Babe, your hips,” he urges, almost desperately.

“No,” you retort, “not until you say it again.”

“Say what again?” He cries, lips twitching in irritation, and you’re about two seconds from behind shoved into the mattress, pounded into from behind like he’d done the last time you teased him a little too much.

“That I’m your girlfriend!” You exclaim, heart hammering in your ears.

Jungkook seems to finally halt at that. “Oh,” he responds, leaning back to scan over your expression. “You are?” He says, unsure of what point you’re trying to make.

Your brain fizzes at the news. “Since when?” You cry, suddenly feeling dumb for all the time you spent moping over this perfect boy you thought didn’t want you. “You never asked!”

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed stare, reaches over for the iPad you tossed to the side, some dramatic fight scene on a boardwalk taking place on screen. You wanna scream. Why is he so concerned with Jersey Shore now of all times?

Before you can rain down your displeasure on him, he’s turning it around and showing you a bookmarked email.

It’s from you, apparently, sent a few weeks back at exactly two in the morning. You glance at the date received. It’s from Doyeon’s half birthday, when the two of you had drunk yourselves silly on wine. The title is some mix of dashes and exclamation points, but that’s irrelevant when the contents of the email come to view, some stupid slur of beeee myyy boyfrienderdd????? ;))((;;; that has your jaw dropping in mortification.

You glance back at Jungkook, who seems just as confused as you. “What the hell?” You shriek, snatch the tablet from his hand to see that not only was it a single email, but a thread of emails all asking the same question—there’s even a three stanza sonnet detailing your love for the mole on the side of his neck. You could die. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?! I was so drunk— how could you even take me seriously?”

Jungkook shrugs, almost amused now as he watches you scroll through the twenty emails you sent him. “The next day you told me you really liked me over lunch, so I didn’t mind. Besides, drunk words are sober thoughts, y’know.”

You stare in disbelief. “You told your mom I was your friend,” you whisper.

The blood rises to his cheeks quickly. “Babe,” he sputters. “I’m not exactly introducing her to every girl I date after three weeks.”

It makes sense, and you hate how much it does so. Pursing your lips, you look away, focus on the bedside table and hope he doesn’t see the tears that threaten to spew out of your eyes. He does, he always does. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He hums, sits up to pull you into his arms. One hand brushes over the back of your head, gently. Softly. “Did that upset you?”

You shake your head no, can’t help the ugly Kim Kardashian sob that rips itself from your throat. “I thought you didn’t like me,” you sniffle, covering your face with the iPad when he tries to duck closer and get a look at you. “Because it’s been two months.”

Jungkook shushes you, hugs you close to his chest as you cry like a baby over some apparently unjustifiable doubts. “That big brain of yours,” he sighs, kisses the frown of your head. “Too busy being evil to be logical.” You whine in protest, and Jungkook chuckles, carefully laying back with you clinging to his chest.

He lets you cry it out, palms rubbing over your back, listens to the annoying Jersey Shore opening song playing when the episode ends. When you’re done, you sit up, try to pretend your eyes aren’t swollen and puffy. Jungkook smiles. “All good?”

You might love him.

“I’m gonna ride you,” you announce, and he chokes in surprise, and before he can try to convince you it’s okay, you’re wrestling his sweats and boxers off, taking his half hard cock into your hand. Jungkook flounders, tries to calm you down, but you’re on a mission, working your hand over him until he’s fattening in your hold, melting into the pillows.

“Baby,” he grunts, rolling his hips into your palm. You lean over, pucker your lips and let a thick drop of saliva fall onto the tip of his cock. It trickles over your fingers, makes it easier to run your hands over him. Jungkook groans, reaches down to cup his hand over yours, urging you to squeeze tighter.

When he’s finally as hard as you want him, tip engorged and angry, you sit up, place your palms on his chest as you scoot over him. Jungkook watches you with dark eyes, skin flushed as you line him up. His hands reach for your hips to steady you, tiny gasps falling from his lips at the first prod against your folds. You’re wet from watching him squirm beneath you, from feeling the heavy weight of his cock in your hand, and you hope he feels how much he excites you.

“That’s it,” he croons as you slowly sink down on him, whimpers catching in your throat from the stretch. “That’s my girl.”

Jungkook is purposeful with his words, smiles at you when the muscles in your thighs jolt at the term. When you’re seated to the hilt, folds brushing against his pelvis, Jungkook ruts experimentally. “Fuck,” he chokes breathlessly.

You let your body adjust, spine tingling with every subtle shift from the man beneath you, still so sensitive from your two orgasms from before. Jungkook waits, even though you know all he wants to do right now is fuck up into you like a madman.

When you’re relaxed enough, you begin to move, pushing yourself on your knees slowly, hissing at the drag of his cock against your folds. “F-Fuck,” you whimper, fingernails scratching against where you’ve got them on his chest still. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, and you unconsciously reach for his forearms to steady yourself instead.

“There you go,” he purrs as you slowly pick up the pace, cock sliding inside of you rougher, faster. You know it’s mostly him, muscles in his arms flexing as he moves you up and down, but you don’t care—it feels so good, the upward curve of his cock brushing against your soft spot with each drop of your hips.

He holds you down on one thrust, grinds you over his cock until your clit is rubbing against him roughly, and you cry out his name. You want to kiss him, so very badly, but your position makes it hard. Besides, the sweat beginning to pool in the deep of his collarbones hinted at his oncoming orgasm.

Still, you can’t help the way your eyes instinctively go to trace over his mouth, pouty lips pushed out even more in exertion, teeth grinding together every time your pussy swallows him anew. “Kook,” you mewl, hips bucking forward.

He hums, plants his feet firmly on the mattress as he begins fucking into you. “What is it?” He grunts, pistons into your dripping cunt as you whimper, pleasure crawling up and down your spine. “My pretty girl needs something?”

You wail, nod your head as he continues fucking, ramming his cock into your quivering hole, precum dripping over him. “Yours,” you gasp, mind stuck on what he’d said earlier. “‘M all yours,” you sob, body finally giving out, and you barely catch yourself from falling into him with a palm pressed flatly against his chest.

Jungkook smirks, bucks into you brutally, like he wants you to fall into a boneless heap on top of him. “Yeah, you are,” he groans, as you finally give in, lips brushing against his ear when you flop down on him. “My pretty girl,” he huffs, and you nod, muscles pulled taut as your orgasm begins looming over you. “So cute and mean,” he rambles, lips pressed to your temple. His hips are beginning to lose their rhythm, thrusts growing stilted as he chases his high. “But you know what?” He murmurs, and you whimper. “I like her just like that.”

If his words don’t knock the air out of your lungs, your orgasm surely does. It makes you shudder, the way his hands run over your body, cock ruts into your heat, and you almost cry when the pleasure gets a hold of you. Your muscles tighten, and then loosen, melting into his chest. You’re trembling in his arms, like a leaf holding onto a branch for dear life, choked gasps of his name muffled against his neck.

Jungkook pistons into you, rounds the final corner in his race to orgasm, and eventually spurts his hot cum into you, coats your walls as another reminder that you’re his. He’s a silent orgasmer, sounds catching in his throat as his body twitches beneath you, silent even afterwards as he regains his senses.

A few moments later, you’re shifting out of his hold, pushing yourself onto your elbows to glance down at him. Jungkook’s eyes are shut, but, as if sensing you’re looking at him, he flutters them open, chocolate irises softening at the sight of you.

“Holy shit,” he groans, rolls you off of him carefully. His hand brushes over your thigh, like he’s contemplating licking you clean again, but you stop him with a pointed raise of your brows. “Fine. Pass me the tablet.”

You do, and it’s almost unnerving how easily the two of you slip back into comfort, Jungkook changing into some shorts and handing you your discarded panties, before climbing into bed to watch Jersey Shore. You’ve missed about an entire hour-long episode, so you end up rewinding until the point you last saw.

“You and your Netflix and chilling,” Jungkook snorts, head nestled against your breasts. You roll your eyes.

“This is Hulu,” you point out.

“Oh yeah,” he hums, snuggles closer. His body feels so nice and warm over yours, hands wrapped around you like a lifeline. You end up positioning the tablet off by your hip, supported by a pillow so the two of you can watch properly.

You’re still processing your new title, your new boyfriend, when he perks his head up suddenly, solemn gaze catching yours.

“Hulu and Woohoo,” he says, ever so seriously, and you understand why Doyeon thinks he’s a fool.

[ part three ; imax & climax ]

#goldenclosetnet #ksmutclub #networkbangtan #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #mine

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btsqualityy · 3 years

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Assuage: Chapter 19

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

“You did what?!” Taehyung screamed and everyone in the room cringed from the sheer volume of his voice. After the chaos of the day, everyone was gathered in Namjoon and Hyorin’s cabin in an attempt to regroup and discuss what needed to happen next.

“Tae, let it go,” Jungkook whispered but Taehyung shook his head as he looked at his brother.

“Fuck that! I can’t believe you kicked Yoongi hyung out of the pack!” Taehyung yelled.

“It’s what had to be done,” Namjoon shrugged. “His loyalties came into question and I had to make a judgement call.”

“Oh yeah, so damn near choking him out was a part of that judgement call?” Taehyung scoffed.

“What?” You spoke up and everyone looked over at you as you were laid out on the couch, your head placed in Hyorin’s lap as she stroked your hair. “Joon.”

“He put the pack at risk, not to mention the fact that he betrayed you, Y/N-ah and Tae and all of us,” Namjoon pointed out. “Me choking him was honestly the least harmful thing that I could’ve done to him in that moment.”

“But he has nowhere to go and you know that!” Taehyung chastised.

“That’s not my fault Taehyung,” Namjoon spat back.

“Yeah well, you’re no better than Seo-hyun then,” Taehyung snorted and everyone in the room froze.

“Tae Tae,” Jimin tsked in disapproval but Namjoon held his hand up, silencing him.

“You know Tae, I realize that as our spoiled younger brother, the concept of responsibility may be lost on you but to me, it’s not,” Namjoon started. “As Pack Alpha, it is my job to ensure this pack’s safety. That means you, Y/N-ah, my mate, my pups, and everyone else that belongs to this pack.”

“So that means you would kick a member of this pack out if you thought that they endangered it? Even by accident?” Taehyung questioned.

“Yes, because that’s what has to be done sometimes,” Namjoon shot back. “Making difficult choices is what comes along with being Pack Alpha and it’s hard but you do what needs to be done in order to preserve the futures of the people who trust you. It’s a thankless job but I do it, without hesitation or reservation, because I fucking care and the last thing that I need is bullshit flack from one of the main people that I’m trying to look out for.”

“Joon hyung,” Taehyung tried to say but Namjoon swiftly turned his back and walked over to the front door, yanking it open and storming out. Hobi looked over at Hyorin and after receiving a nod from her, followed behind him and shut the door as he left.

“God, I can’t believe him,” Taehyung huffed as he began to pace back and forth around the living room.

“That was a low blow Taehyung, and you know it,” you admonished him. “Joon just did what he thought was best.”

“And you know how he can get sometimes,” Hyorin added. “Joon’s extremely intelligent but he’s still an Alpha and you know how Alphas react when they or the people that they care about have been threatened.”

“That’s no excuse though,” Taehyung replied.

“It’s just different for Alphas, Tae,” Jungkook said. “As much as I don’t agree with what Joon hyung did, I can’t say that I wouldn’t have done the same if I were in his position. It’s about principle.”

“Fuck principle!” Taehyung exclaimed.

“This is all my fault,” you whispered suddenly and everyone immediately looked at you, shaking their heads firmly.

“No, it’s not,” Jin told you. “You fell in love and you can’t be blamed for that.”

“Yeah, but I fell in love with a lone wolf that we didn’t know from a hole in the wall,” you sniffled. “I didn’t even ask him to explain more about his old pack because I didn’t want to be insensitive but look where that got me. Where it got us.”

“It’s not like you knew,” Jimin tried to say. “And don’t blame yourself for trying to be respectful of someone’s trauma, there’s never anything wrong with that.”

“Jimin’s right, you don’t need to beat yourself up over this,” Hyorin agreed.

“But I can’t help but to feel so fucking dumb,” you huffed. “I let him spend my heat with me Hyo, all because my Omega liked his Alpha and I let that cloud my judgement. I should’ve thought things through more and not have rushed into it.”

“You let him spend your heat with you based on what you knew about him at the time,” Hyorin pointed out. “And don’t blame your Omega. Our wolf side doesn’t always follow the same logic as our human side but you know your Omega would never knowingly lead you astray. If your Omega trusted him, it’s because he made you feel like you could.”

“Something is off about all of this,” Taehyung announced suddenly, making everyone look over at him. “This entire situation just isn’t making sense.”

“What are you talking about?” Jin wondered.

“Y/N-ah, did you let Yoongi hyung explain when he came to talk to you?” Taehyung asked and you arched an eyebrow.

“What was there to explain Tae?” You questioned.

“I just don’t know if any of us should be taking Seo-hyun’s word at face value,” Taehyung explained. “We don’t know that there’s any truth to what he said other than him saying it and we all know he’s a liar and a master manipulator.”

“For your information, yes, Yoongi told me himself that he was from Seo-hyun’s pack and that he knew Seo-hyun was the one who killed our parents,” you revealed. “But even if he didn’t, just the fact that he either belonged or still belongs to that pack is enough for me to never want to see his face or smell his scent again.”

“Maybe you should back off a little Tae Tae,” Jimin suggested.

“Fine,” Taehyung huffed, reaching out and grabbing Jungkook’s hand before stalking over to the front door, pausing only to throw it open before stomping out.

“You know, I really think you should calm down,” Jungkook told him as they walked down the front steps of the cabin. “We should head home and get some sleep.”

“You go, I’m gonna go to the Head Hall,” Taehyung shook his head.

“I really don’t think Joon hyung wants to talk right now.”

“No, not to see him,” Taehyung rolled his eyes as he began to walk away from Jungkook. “I’m going to look through some history records.”

“History records?” Jungkook repeated. “History records of what?”

“The Great Pack War,” Taehyung smirked knowingly and Jungkook groaned loudly, knowing that his fiancée was up to something.

“I knew he wasn’t going to let this go,” Jungkook whispered to himself as he followed behind Taehyung.

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Since joining the Kim’s Pack, Yoongi hadn’t allowed himself to reflect back on the 10 years that he spent as a part of Seo-hyun’s pack but as he roamed around the woods carrying only a backpack and a duffle bag full of clothes while trying to find shelter for the night, it was almost as if his mind couldn’t help but to go back to that dark time.

Of course, his life in that pack wasn’t always completely horrible. As a pack comprised mostly of Prime Alphas, they were always seen as desirable so there was always an ample amount of Omegas to fuck and that were willing to treat him like a King. In addition to that, being in a pack with several amazing hunters and builders meant that food was always plentiful and the cabins that they lived in would’ve been the stuff of royalty, if they had been living in medieval times.

However, for every positive thing that Yoongi could remember about that pack, he could counter it with two negative things. Toxic masculinity was the basically the law that Seo-hyun’s pack lived by, and Yoongi couldn’t even remember how many times he had been referred to as weak by Seo-hyun and most of the other Alphas in the pack because he wasn’t a complete asshole like them.

He remembered how they would starve him if he didn’t hunt big enough animals. He remembered how getting into fist fights with other Alphas in the pack was the only way that he could somewhat prove himself and his worth. He could even remember the time when Seo-hyun demanded that he be chained up outside, in the dead of winter, all because he had given a pregnant Omega one of his extra blankets for her nest.

Yoongi’s life had been like a rollercoaster every since the Great Pack War had started and he had thought that maybe he had finally found a stable life that could make him happy with the Kim Pack. Boy, did he feel foolish now.

After walking for over an hour, Yoongi managed to find an abandoned cabin. After searching through it and finding no signs of human or animal life, he set his bags down and began to look through it. The cabin seemed to have been abandoned for a good while, so Yoongi figured that it was as good a place as any to stay while he figured out his next moves.

“I don’t even know what the fuck that would be,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he spread a blanket onto the old, ratty couch that was placed in what Yoongi assumed was once the living room before laying down on top of it. Actually, as he thought about it, Yoongi realized that this was the first time in his life that he had ever been truly alone. Sure, he felt alone after his parents died and he was left in Seo-hyun’s pack, and he had felt alone when he first joined the Kim’s Pack but there was something different about now.

Without any other bodies around, Yoongi found the silence deafening and with only his own thoughts to keep him company, he could only hope that he wouldn’t be forced to be left alone with them for too much longer.

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binunus · 3 years

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college bf!jinjin

a/n yes yes yes 100x yes, here's the next installment of the college bf!astro series hehe, hope you enjoy it love 😙

{request: Would it be possible to get a college boyfriend Jinjin too?? I super loved the Bin one you did!!!! Thank you in advance 💜}

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ word count: 3k

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alright theydies

jinwoo–like everyone else in astro–makes me hella hard and soft at the same time so this is gonna be fun

major: music engineer technology

i saw that one ddoca where he was directing all the members for his song and just !!! grr bark bark

literally a fucking sweetie

one of the kindest people you will ever meet in your life

his face is so gentle, especially when he smiles

and then you hear his voice and you're like woah why is it so deep and raspy hey

and then he laughs or giggles and you're like ahh that looks more like you hehe

roommates with university famous dancer!rocky bc i love rap line

such a good roommate and hyung omg

will always make sure rocky eats dinner or takes a shower before going to bed even though he’s exhausted from dance practice or whatever

always shows off how talented rocky (and the rest of the boys) is

very chill

which is a bit of a surprise to everyone bc one of his best friends is literally myungjun

anyway, how do you two meet??

you're a vocal performance major

coincidentally, the same major as myungjun

oh god so you can bet he really played matchmaker for you two

you and myungjun were doing a duet together for one of your final projects during your second year

and you two were joking around like

damn, we should record this, we sound pretty fire

*cue myungjun immediately calling jinjin*

mj: ARE YOU AT THE STUDIO?? ARE YOU FREE RIGHT NOW??

jin: hyung why are you yelling it's literally 6 pm

anyway, it was spontaneous but you and myungjun end up going to one of the recording studios in the music building where jinwoo very often frequents at

you're like a bit shy, like wtf myungjun you didn't tell me that your friend was cute?? you would have worn something better than sweats and a tank

jin's so nice ugh, just imagine him smiling at you as he introduces himself

literally you melted

his fit? bucket hat, glasses, shorts and a tee

it was so casual, but why did he look so cute??

myungjun convinces jinwoo to let you guys record in the studio

it took him just 10 minutes to set up the equipment and everything

you were just looking at him like ooo looks so professional

sksksk im gross

myungjun goes first bc you were nervous

and yeah duh he was a natural, but you couldn't help but admire jinwoo in his prime

he looked so attractive in the producer chair just like instructing mj in the booth

he didn't even know what kind of song you guys were singing, but he directed him so smoothly so that the best parts of myungjun's voice came out

mj joking around: why's your mouth open, y/n? amazed at my voice?

you roll your eyes: sure if that's what you want to believe

your thoughts: ah haha i was totally not oogling your best friend myungjun, totally not

and then it was your turn to go in the booth

you don't know why, but you were hella nervous singing in front of them–or more so, in front of jinwoo

which is dumb bc you're literally a vocal performance major, you sing in front of strangers all the damn time

but you really wanted to impress him for some reason??

okay, you had no reason to be nervous because as soon as you opened your mouth?? jinnie?? literally awestruck

he's heard a lot of singers, obviously bc he's had to record so many of them

but you?? your voice?? a literal siren for him–but in a good way!

your singing entranced him

and then you looked out of the booth to see him just staring at you and your throat went dry

your voice cracked, you've never felt more embarrassed in your life

you: ah! oh my God I'm so sorry, that was horrendous

myungjun's laughing at you, what a nice duet partner

but jin just smiles bc you're whining and hiding your face in your hands

you were so cute??

jinwoo: it's okay y/n, you were doing really good. let's try that again, okay?

he was so sweet about it, ugh you were blushing

you end up recording again, and this time you made the smart decision to close your eyes and just try and focus on the lyrics

and shit, if jinjin wasn’t already a bit interested in you before, he definitely was now

because the way you looked completely immersed in the song and lyrics

his heart skipped like ten miles i dont know

myungjun just knew from the way jinwoo was staring at you

you didn’t get his number from the first meeting

bitch you were too shy, you just squeaked out a “thank you, hope myungjun and I weren’t too much of a bother”

jin: hyung’s always a bother, but you were totally fine

mj: hey!

anyway you leave with a bit of regret, like you should have at least gotten his snapchat or social media or something

or make a dumb excuse to try and see him again

ah but mj was already ten steps ahead of you and jinjin ;)

when you get back to your apartment, there’s a text from myungjun like

“come back to jinwoo’s studio tomorrow for the final mix of our duet”

you immediately jump at the opportunity: okay! what time?

damn could you be any more obvious??

this time you actually tried to look cute, like you were going to see jinwoo again, you couldn’t look like a rat

you get to the studio at the time myungjun told you and you’re like?? oh it’s just jinwoo here?? maybe myungjun’s running a bit late??

jinwoo: oh hey y/n! wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon

you: ???? myungjun told me to come here to listen to the final mix...

jinwoo being shy: he didn’t tell me about that haha

you’re embarrassed, about to turn on your heel and book it

maybe also thinking of murdering myungjun on the way back to your place

but then jinwoo grabs your wrist before you could leave

and you literally felt a spark at his touch, it made you jump a little bit

jin: you can stay if you want–I mean, you came all this way already, I’d be a bit of jerk if I just make you leave

you: I-uh-don’t wanna intrude

he just shakes his head with a smile: you’re not, don’t worry. besides, I’m actually working on your song right now, you can tell me what you think

and that’s how you end up hanging out with jinwoo alone in the studio

you were obviously very awkward and nervous at first

what do you say to him? should you ask him questions? what if you’re bothering him? god you don’t want to sound like an idiot

jinwoo noticed your nervousness––and yes he was nervous too, but he just hid it better than you

he hands you a pair of headphones: here, listen to what I have done so far

you’re like pleasantly surprised??? you and myungjun sound so professional?? like damn put this out on spotify or something

you’re smiling and jinwoo just feels like a huge sense of relief like phew okay you like it so far

and then you two just get to talking while he’s still mixing

you ask him how he got into music and his major and all that fun stuff

you find out that jin’s always loved music and the actual producing aspect of it, he hopes to be a music producer one day and he just flirts with you like

“hey maybe one day you can sing my songs on stage”

and you’re like ??? me???

jin: you have one of the best voices I’ve ever heard, it would be an honor for me

ugh jinwoo stop im blushing

you two end up ordering food and eating at the studio bc he promised himself that he wouldn’t leave until he finished your duet and you didn’t wanna leave him alone tf

you and jinwoo exchange numbers this time hehe

before you leave, he’s like “this was nice y/n, you should come over and keep me company more often :) if...you want of course”

you: i’d be happy to! just text me any time :)

internally you’re screaming like yes !!

you can bet that you start spending a lot of your free time with jinwoo in the music studio

sometimes it’s just you two

sometimes myungjun and their other friends make appearances too

and that’s how you get introduced to their friend group

myungjun to either of you: you’re spending a lot of time with jin/yn lately ;)

about a month after meeting each other, jinwoo asks you out on a date

with the encouragement of astro

it was all expected let’s be honest

cliche first date at the movies, but like you both loved it

wouldn’t be surprised if astro was spying on you two, sitting like a couple rows behind and watching your every move

but shhh if they did, you and jinwoo didn’t notice

the transition from liking each other → going on dates → making it exclusive went so smoothly

you and jin were hooked on each other after the first couple meetings that it just seemed so right

myungjun will never stop saying that he’s the reason why you two are in a relationship

you and the other boys grow very fond with each other–particularly sanha

and that was important for jinwoo bc the guys are like his family and it’s basically a dream for him that his partner and friends are close too

sanha is his child do not @ me

so by osmosis, sanha becomes like your baby too

the two of you literally coddle sanha, it’s cute okay

they all go to you and jin for relationship advice sksksk

bc to them, you two just seem so made for each other :’)

the !! sweetest !! most perfect !! boyfriend

will walk you to class in the morning even if his class is all the way across campus

and you’re like: jinwoo it’s okay, i can see you after this class, you might get late!

jin being pouty: i just wanna spend more time with you :(

im in love with jinjin

loves holding your hand, even when you two are in the studio and he’s mixing something for class or just for fun, he’s still holding your hand

whenever he makes a composition, you’re the first person he shows

really values what you think of his work

vice versa, when you have a song you need to sing, you always ask him to listen to you first

you don’t sugarcoat with each other when it comes to music

will ask you to sing literally all the time

jinwoo gives the best hugs :’)

it’s just so comforting, one of his hands strokes your hair, while the other one rubs your lower back

you know what kind of picture im creating?? yeah

ooooof baby you go with him when he gets his tattoos

you hold his hand through it the entire time even though he probably didn’t feel much pain from it

and like his big ass chest tattoo??? are you drooling??? 1000%

when jinwoo realizes that you get ??? turned on?? by his tattoos, you bet he begins to walk around shirtless in your apartment

is this my transition to down and dirty? yes it is

your first time with him was mmm rough and it’s all thanks to that chest tattoo

you and jinwoo have been steamy before, like makeout sessions and dry humping, and oral (both receiving), but the actual action of fucking? y’all haven’t done it before that night

ofc he’s being a little tease and walking around shirtless

he was always touching you though, not explicitly, but like say you were washing the dishes, he would walk past you and brush his hand passed your waist and he’d whisper in your ear like: sorry baby excuse me

and like he’s done this the whole day so just at one point you lose it and literally push him against the wall and start making out with him

ah he knew you were gonna crack

and god you were so turned on at this point that you were not having any of that soft shit, like you needed him to fuck you asap

jinwoo fucks you so hard your first time together that you couldn’t walk the next day

hehe

oh boy he likes to bite

yes he’s the sweetest, but in the bedroom?? lowkey a bit of a masochist

it’s okay bc you don’t mind a little bit of pain ;)

daddy!! kink!! i dont make the rules

will call you baby girl/boy

he’s the dom, like will very rarely let you dom him

very private with your sex life, you won’t catch him teasing you in public with other people around

and if you try, like say if you whisper daddy in his ear or something while you are hanging out with the guys, oof it’s gonna be a rough night for you

alright but studio sex

has he recorded your moans before?? or you two having sex in the booth?? yes

debatably, studio sex happens more than bedroom sex, but that’s only because most of jinwoo’s time is literally in the music building

jinwoo dirty talk !! with his sexy ass raspy voice !!

ugh jin moaning in your ear what a good girl/good boy you are for him while he’s just fucking you

will slightly degrade you?? like yes you are his cocksleeve

but he also praises you a lot during sex too

ooh you better hope you don’t have a gag reflex bc he’s all into throat fucking

favorite position is actually missionary, believe it or not

he loves seeing you come undone for him

eye contact during sex?? yes

like he will make sure you’re looking at him when you cum, periodt

favorite place to cum is your face oops

also very much into cockwarming

most of the time, your sessions are rough just bc your vibes are like that

but when they’re soft and slow?? and like making love??

literally the most passionate man ever

jin makes it all about you and your pleasure when he’s being gentle

after care is full of kisses and cuddles and I love yous

always makes sure you drink water after having sex

stay hydrated kids

and jinwoo’s back to being the bestest boyfriend :’)

first i love you was when you two were in bed together

you both just woke up and were cuddling

jin was watching the video you sent him of you practicing this one song for an upcoming performance

and you were still drowsy, so you were literally drifting in and out of sleep while he was listening to your video

and jinwoo was just awestruck, he’s always been in love with your voice from the get go, but the way you executed this song? even though it was just practice? his chest was constricting

you’re like mumbling when the video stops: i still need to work more on the bridge, my tone gets a bit flat during it, right?

and he just smiles softly at you even though your eyes are closed and you can’t see him

he thought it was perfect already, you were perfect already

and he just calls your name: y/n

you: hmm??

jin: I love you

and suddenly you’re awake and meeting his eyes

they were so genuine and serious and full of love, you don’t even hesitate to say it back

honestly not the jealous type, he’s so patient and trusting and knows that you’re crazy about only him

will constantly reassure you about any of your insecurities: body, voice, school, your relationship, anything

jinwoo just has such a calming aura around him that you can’t help but feel like, as long as he’s by your side everything will be okay

the two of you have many deep talks together, especially at night before going to sleep, it’s what makes your relationship so solid

jinwoo just knew that he wanted to marry you, even early on into your relationship

there was no one that supported him more in his dreams, no one that he’s ever truly felt connected with, no one that he’s shared all his deepest fears with than you

and like after a year of dating like he couldn’t picture a future without you in it

he’s a romantic :’)

shortly before graduating, he makes a song about you and he’s actually singing in it

ugh main vocal jinjin rise

and he shows it to you in the music studio where you first met

and it’s about how much he loves you and admires you and treasures you

basically a proposal but not really

and you’re so touched, like literally moved to tears because it was so beautiful

and lowkey he was cringing at hearing his singing voice but you still loved it nonetheless

and afterwards, jinwoo was like: I wanna spend the rest of my life with you y/n, I’m not asking you to marry me right now, obviously I’ll propose to you in a better way in the future, but I’m serious about you and I can’t imagine being with anyone else.

you jump into his lap and kiss him and just keep saying I love you in between kisses

and jinwoo’s all smiley and giggly like: do you feel the same??

and you hit his arm all jokingly, yes of course you do

you just sit on his lap and he’s hugging you while the two of you are listening to more of his projects and jinwoo’s just thinking like wow I love this person so much

maybe the two of you do owe it to myungjun for playing matchmaker

i guess mj can be the best man at your wedding

y’all this was so soft??

but yes jinnie’s the best bf/husband material out there

im in love with him

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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The Second Time Around Part 2

A/n: RPF fic. Smut warning

Link to Part 1

Words: 2,812

Pairings: Elon Musk x Reader

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Elon opened the passenger side door with a small smirk on his face. He already had a feeling that you were going to agree to try the relationship again. If you were going to say no then you would have said it by now. You would not have him drive you around just to crush his hopes mercilessly.

Just to be safe, it was time to turn up the charm. Elon had already gone over the top with the flowers. If he could just get you alone with no interruptions, he was positive things could go in his favor.

Things will be different this time. I’m not an idiot. I know that Y/n is the one and nothing is screwing this up. Y/n will be happy and I won’t be alone anymore.

The thought was presumptive but Elon didn’t care. The last thing that he wanted was another failed relationship. It wasn’t happening!

His own bitter feelings about the break up returned. It only took a few months for his relationship with his ex to fall apart (just like you said it would).

Another horrible morning...how surprising? Elon thought bitterly as he sat at his desk looking at another mind numbing slide on a pointless PowerPoint presentation. The sound of someone on the other side knocking pulled Elon from his brooding. He wanted to yell at the person on the other side to “enter and die” but decided not to.

“What?”

He snapped. Elon rolled his eyes when his brother stepped in. Kimbal’s cheerfulness was too much for his older brother to deal with at the moment.

“Good afternoon. You look….well.”

Kimbal said looking at Elon with a fading smile. Nothing about his brother looked well anymore. From the time of his breakup with you Elon had gone down hill! He looked always exhausted and miserable.

“I look like stomped over crap.”

Elon grumbled. Kimbal sighed before sitting down.

“I’m sorry, starshine. I just came by because I heard that you and psycho number 3 split...again.”

Elon nodded, leaning back.

“I texted you about it the day before yesterday.”

Kimbal nodded.

“Yeah, I was doing something when you did that. Oh, the reason why I am here. I saw Y/n today.”

Elon’s eyes were immediately on his brother.

“Where?”

Kimbal smirked. If he needed any sign that his brother was still in love with you...there it was.

“I was out shopping and ran into her. She’s looking extremely lovely. I can see why guys drool over her.”

“Is THIS really what you came here for?”

Kimbal shook his head.

“No, I came on behalf of our dear mother, sister, and myself to beg you to go talk to Y/n. You are a miserable wreck without her and we are, for lack of a better term, worried about you.”

“I am just fine.”

Elon said stubbornly as Kimbal shook his head.

“No, you aren’t. I’ll go talk to her for you if you want. I can tell her that you were having a midlife crisis or something. That would be totally believable.”

Elon put a hand over his face.

“I don’t want you to talk to her, period. Y/n is better off without me.”

Kimbal faked a gagging motion.

“That is the most unlike you thing that I have ever heard come out of your mouth! What are you going to do when Y/n moves on and starts a family with another man? Oh wait, I’ll answer that. You are going to be the miserable ass that you are now just multiplied by 100%. I hate to be this guy, Elon, but you are getting older and that puddle of girls is going to be shrinking. I’m telling you the puddle is small and you need to give her a call.”

Elon sat staring at his brother with an annoyed frown.

“That was a horrible rhyme. Fine, I’ll go talk to her.”

Elon pulled himself from the memory as your hand wrapped around his.

“Are you okay?”

You asked softly. Elon quickly nodded and walked to the passenger side of his car. He opened the door with a small smile.

“Of course. In you go, sweetheart.”

Right as you started to get in, Jeffree stepped out onto the porch. You didn’t have to look at your best friend to know that he was worried.

“Rocket man, wait. I have something else to say to you.”

Elon quickly shut the passenger side door. There went any hope of you hearing whatever Jeffree had to say. Maybe you could get it out of him later?

Elon, meanwhile, rolled his eyes before turning back to your best friend. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was treading on thin ice and was trying to win you back; he would have told Jeffree to go kick rocks.

“You do realize that is not my name right?”

Jeffree nodded.

“I know. I just want to torment you. You’re welcome. Anyway, I have a request to make of you.”

Elon crossed his arms over his chest.

“Calling me rocket man then asking for a request is really poor form...just so you know.”

Jeffree chuckled.

“Since you are about to start screwing my best friend again...if you knock her up, which I expect to happen with your track record, please give the child a name that us simple folk can pronounce. I would prefer you to not get her pregnant in the first place…”

Elon held a hand up.

“That isn’t happening.”

Jeffree raised an eyebrow.

“If you say so. Well, later.”

Elon watched with a frown as Jeffree turned and walked back into the house before rolling his eyes and going to join you in the car.

“What did he want?”

You asked. Elon smirked.

“He was just being ignorant. Nothing to worry about, love.”

Something about the way that Elon said nothing to worry about made you nervous. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to ask questions.

“So what is your decision?”

Elon asked bluntly. You motioned to the parking lot of an abandoned shopping center.

“Pull over.”

Elon quickly did as you asked. You sat silently as you tried to contemplate one more time why saying “yes” would be wrong but was coming up with a big old blank. What was wrong with you actually being happy? Elon made you happy and he seemed genuinely sorry about his bat shit crazy break up.

“So...we are sitting here in this abandoned parking lot not saying anything.”

Elon said casually. You blushed, realizing that you had zoned off into your own world.

“Right, I don’t think that we want to look at a prime example of failed capitalism.”

Elon nodded, looking at the old building in front of him.

“Yeah, woohoo. Y/n, can you please give me an answer? I am about to go crazy over here.”

You turned and took a breath.

“I still love you. That hasn’t changed. I just don’t want to get hurt again.”

Elon reached out taking one of your hands in his. He stroked his thumb over your knuckles as he took in your appearance. Elon remembered that sundress. It had been the one that you had worn the second date. Of course, he would remember that blasted dress! He wanted nothing more than to see it on his bedroom floor.

“I will not hurt you like that ever again. I promise. Y/n, you know that I am not the easiest person to be with. Our schedules are crazy but we always made it work before. I don’t want to throw something away that I so ignorantly tossed away in the first place.”

“I want to be with you again.”

You said softly. Elon immediately smiled. You cut him off quickly.

“But you have a lot to make up for.”

He considered your words before nodding.

“Fair enough. Would you like to go back to my place now?”

You knew exactly where this was going and you were going along with it. For once, you were putting the tough girl in the closet and was going to let the man beside you woo you properly.

“For some wild and crazy sex?”

Elon shrugged.

“I wouldn’t complain about that if that were to happen…”

You giggled.

“Why are we still sitting here?”

Walking back into Elon’s house, you couldn’t help wondering if you hadn’t bailed out on him the week before what would have happened? It was a dumb thought really. You knew exactly where it would have led...right back to Elon’s bedroom (or the first surface the two of you could have reached).

“If you get a weird thank you note from my brother, ignore him.”

Elon said with an eye roll as he locked the door. You gave him a confused expression

“Why would he send me a thank you note?”

Elon sighed.

“For making me less of a miserable asshole. I’ve been a bit of a difficult person to be around the past few months.”

You shrugged.

“I’ve been no box of candy myself. I actually went off on my mother a few times.”

Elon was surprised by your response. In all of the time that he had known you, he had never seen you once go off on your mother. It would have been a joy to watch you complete that action. Elon had always found your mother to be too spoiled for her own good. The woman always seemed jealous of her own children. She was so jealous over the fact that you preferred your father to her and making your life hell seemed to be her hobby.

“I would have paid money to have seen that. Did she cry?”

You chuckled.

“No, she didn't know what to say.”

You didn’t tell Elon how your mother called you foolish for throwing away a guy that could take care of you. She had gone off on your for hours about how you could be a kept woman and wouldn’t have to want for anything. When you screamed that she didn’t know anything and to never speak to you again; she realized that she was wrong to put her nose in on that bit of business.

Elon seemed to notice that stormy expression in your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Do you want to come upstairs with me? If it makes you happy, I will get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.”

Your mouth dropped. That was a lot coming from Elon. He never never said anything like that! With his alpha male attitude, that would have normally been beneath him. He would have never lowered himself to that level.

“Uh…”

You managed to get out. The moment that Elon dropped to his knees in front of you and fucking crawled you almost lost it!

“I’m sorry.”

He said softly before taking your right ankle in his hand and pressing a series of soft kisses to your skin. You were happy the wall was behind you or you would have fallen. Elon’s eyes were glued to yours. He watched your every move carefully.

“I love you, princess. I was being a typical useless man.”

Elon was on his feet before you could utter a word. Maybe you were so lost in the moment or maybe it was the shock? Elon had you in his arms for a long kiss. His free hand stroked up your thigh before stopping at the start of your bikini line.

“Do you want me to go further?”

He asked, his voice deepening a few octaves. You nodded.

“Please.”

You managed to get out. Elon didn’t wait for anymore confrontation before running his middle and index finger over your clothed mound. He manipulated your body until the thong that you were wearing was soaked.

“So about going upstairs?”

He asked, his accent making your inner core pound even more with need. Your brain was screaming at you to wait before going this far but your heart was saying otherwise. All of the advice that you had received from Jeffree about “taking your brain with you” went flying out the window as quickly as your virginity did the night of your first date with Elon.

“Upstairs now.”

You managed to get out. Elon smirked and pulled you into his arms bridal style. You were thankful that no one else was in the house at the moment. If someone interrupted the love making, you would have cried!

Elon pushed the door open then kicked the door closed with his foot before putting you down. He arms wrapped around you from behind. He leaned down and snuggled his face into your neck.

“Do you still like to be held like this?”

You nodded, wildly.

“I think that you know the answer to that.”

Elon chuckled before unbuttoning the back of your sundress. He let the thin piece of fabric fall to the floor.

“That looks better on the floor anyway.”

He said cheekily before cupping your breasts from behind. You had to fight back the moan that wanted to escape your lips as he pinched your nipples.

“I missed you.”

Elon said in almost a teasing tone as one hand dropped from your breast to slide down to your panties. You gasped the moment that he literally tore the dainty thong off of you.

“I liked those.”

You said as Elon tossed the fabric over his shoulder.

“I can buy you another pair.”

You swallowed any sassy comment as Elon’s hand returned to your body and stroked from your clit to your opening.

“I still have all of the lingerie that you bought me.”

You managed to get out. Elon smiled against your shoulder.

“I’m glad. I can’t wait to remember what it looks like on you.”

Without another word, Elon carefully picked you up and laid you on the bed before kneeling between your spread legs.

Looking down at your now nude body under his gaze, Elon was satisfied. Your body hadn't changed in the past six months. Everything about you was still the same alluring details that made him fall in love in the first place.

You lifted your hips hoping to hurry Elon into touching you.

“Impatient little minx.”

Elon said, placing a small kiss to your hip bone. You moaned as his hand stroked over your flat stomach. Leaning up on his knees, Elon began to press kisses to your stomach, hips and thighs before spreading your legs wider. He internally sighed when he noticed how wet you were.

“So wet.”

Elon muttered, teasing your clit with his index finger.

“Please, touch me.”

You hissed. Elon gave you a small smirk before slowly rising and slipping the tip of his cock in. You fought back the moan that threatened to escape your lips as Elon continued to rock into you lazily. This was his perfect form of teasing. He would just give you half of his cock then suddenly slam all the way in.

“Like that?”

Elon asked, innocently as he increased his pace. You could only nod as you had the daylights fucked out of you. Elon slowly pulled out and straightened up.

“On your belly, baby. Put that ass in the air.”

You quickly did as you were told. Elon returned to his previous position and slammed back in.

“What do you want, sugar?”

He asked, pressing slow kisses down your spine. You swallowed, knowing exactly what was in store for you. Elon wanted to play rough and you were 100% down for it!

“Fuck me, harder.”

Elon chuckled and increased his pace. Your fingers clenched in the sheets as you tried to preserve any form of thinking. All that your mind could formulate was the word harder or fuck. The burning sensation that you had missed so much was begnining to form in your core. You didn't want to let go but damn it had been so long since you were touched like this!

“I need to cum.”

You whimpered. Elon pulled you onto your knees while keeping his pace.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you. You’re all mine now.”

You tried your best not to come apart on Elon's cock. He knew exactly how to push you to your limits. Between his erotic words being whispered in your ear and the way that he was slamming into your cervix... you were a literal mess!

“Come for me, beautiful.”

You cried out the moment that Elon's cock slammed into your cervix one last time. The moment that your body tightened around him, Elon spilled into you. Neither of you moved for a few moments.

Elon slowly pulled out and laid down for you to snuggle down in his arms. The two of you lay in silence catching your breaths.

“So, are we friends again?”

You asked. Elon looked down at you before laughing and tightening his hold on your body.

“Oh yeah. We are friends again.”

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@elonscult @xjjlex (surprise! I actually did get it done today)

#Elon Musk #elon musk fan fiction #The Second Time Around #Elon Musk x Reader #Reader x Elon Musk #request fic #ourloveisforthelovely

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lady-niennas-traphouse · 4 years

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Now I Know How It Feels to be God pt 1

Now I Know How It Feels to be God

Writer: Lady Nienna

Genre: lemonade (smut)

Rating: Explicit, part one is just talking tho

Warnings: smut with violence, Freddy gets into trouble and his ego will be ripped apart

Pairing: Freddy x dom female reader

I don’t own Freddy Krueger (legally). Sadly, I don’t get paid.

Songs I used for writing this and setting myself into the mood: Blood Hunger Doctrine (Dimmu Borgir), The Twisted Nails of Faith (Cradle of Filth), Fight Fire with Fire (The Prodigy) Das Me (Brooke Candy), Sabbat Mater (Behemoth), Franckensteina Strataemontanus (Carach Angren)

Title taken from Carach Angren’s lyrics in “Frankensteina Strataemontanus” and I do not own that either, and some Dimmu easter eggs are there, if u find them, you are trve kvlt xD

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(Buckle up, Joey since you have been warned) also I apologize for possible errors in my English I am not native but try my best, grammar isn’t one of my strong points

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PART ONE

It was another one of these nights when you get home from work absolutely done with everyone’s bullshit. You think it must be the fucking final sales that get people so dumb over boring clothes that they start to fight over some ripped jeans. You think that if there would not be security cameras, you would rip them up until their soft little bellies would look like the pants they had been fighting for.

You kicked the little table you had slammed your purse to and looked at it like it was guilty for everything. And maybe it was. Sitting in the wrong place, someone had clearly been in the house and shifted some objects slightly out of place.

Fucking Freddy again, you think. “I know you have been here!” you say, loudly to the silence surrounding everything like a chokehold. “Stop playing around, you absolute fool!”

There may have been a remnant of laughter in the air. Try to fucking play with me and I’ll show you what the Prime Time truly is made of. You didn’t know if he could hear thoughts or not. It did not matter. You would have said it to his face if he’d been in front of you.

Nothing. You click your tongue in disapproval. Fight the dumb work shirt off, throw it to the corner. Your name tag smiles at you, menacingly. Or it smiles at anyone who tries to turn your nights into nightmares, like a certain demon has tried to for the last two weeks. Is it a smile or a warning flash of teeth, fuck around and find out, bitch boy, the thought gives you a reason for a little smile.

LATER, DREAM REALITY

When you wake up, the room feels off. There is a metallic scent in the air. The floor is made of different coloured wood panels than it really is. You want to be sure, take out your pendulum, a necklace with a little pearl. It swings, around and around. And then it swings around, levitating. A trick everyone who has watched Inception knows, how to tell the dream reality and real reality apart.

You have on a little night dress, pitch black stressed velvet. It is sexy and a little bit menacing. There’s something on the corner of your eye, but it disappears when you turn to look at it. There’s a remnant of a presence here. The walls begin to drip blood and fill up with hand prints that turn into real hands trying to touch you, but you fire a row of death stare to them, and it stops.

“You fucking wank-stained, low-class dream fuck-upper! I know you are here so stop playing hide and seek. Unless you are scared of a woman in her nightdress from Agent motherfucking Provocateur.”

You give out a little smile, knowing fairly well that you look good in that outfit. No bra but a matching crimson knickers. Another hand forms up from the ceiling, drops down and starts crawling towards your foot like a lost spider. But there’s something Freddy does not know, and you pull a hammer out of nowhere, spit out a nail. Then you drop down, nail the hand down, force the nail through living tissue with furious clanks from the hammer. There are shrieks. It hurts. It’s fucking meant to hurt. You twist the nail around a little before giving it a final blow to keep it in place. The hand twitches and oozes out blood and tissue fluid.

It takes Freddy a couple of moments to understand what is going on.

“Bitch??? What the fuck!?”, he is screaming to your ear and holding his injured hand to his chest. “How in Hell are you doing that? This is the dream FUCKING realm!”

“Yeah? And I am a lucid fucking dreamer.”, you stare at him, and it’s a look.

“Oh.. time to change the plan then?”, he has healed his hand and smiles, flirt tingling in the eyes.

“Sure. But a word of warning, dear. You better drop that arrogance or I’ll flay it out of you”, you return the smile.

“Ooh.. aren’t you kinky..” he teases. He fucking teases, you, of all people. “Last time someone tried that, I fucked her up both alive and dead, lovely little night.”.

“Careful”, you keep smiling, return the flirt. “I might be more that you can handle”.

“Don’t think so.. this is my realm, after all. Maybe I’ll make you beg, put that dirty mouth to some good use”.

“Final warning, bitch boy..”, you can’t help but enjoy a little lick around your teeth, and you pull the already low neckline of your night dress even lower. There’s a hungry glimmer in his eyes now, cruel intent behind them. “Another hand down there, or.. tsk tsk.. wouldn’t want a nail through that.”

He laughs, looks at you like he had the winning hand on this. “You seem to like violence, how about I finger fuck you with these?” Freddy raises his gloved hand like a diva.

You give out a little amused giggle. He didn’t get the hint of backing off in time, so there’s only one way to deal with this. The cruel and violent, heavenly perverse way to deal with him.

#Freddy krueger #freddy x reader #slasher x you #slasher community #Slasher content #slasher smut #slasher lemons #my own writing #nightmare on elm street #good bye modesty

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loki-hargreeves · 5 years

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Loki x Reader - You’re a monster! [PART 1]

Request/Summary: prompts given @lokisfavoritemidgardian: 14: “ You’re a disappointment. ” 9:“ I can’t believe you! ” 18: “ I wish I’d never met you. ” & anonymous: “You’re a monster! ” Warnings: angst, vulgar language, self-depriving thoughts, mentions of torture, mentions of cheating, mentions of death Word Count: 2,5K Author’s Note: It feels like forever since I’ve written proper angst so here you go! After this, I will write some smut as promised. If you liked this, please let me know in a comment. Thank you <3

PART 2

Third POV

Everything was on a loop on Loki’s mind, pulling him back in a personal hell of a nightmare, over and over again. It seemed neverending. Each time he closed his eyes, he saw another painful memory or thought.

He saw the mad titan, Thanos, who had put him through pain, not even he thought was possible. He saw his goons standing there, watching as he shrieked in pain, almost screaming all life out of his lungs. But Thanos was clever, he pushed Loki to the edge of life and death, the edge of sanity and insanity, but never quite pushing him over the edge, at least not when it came to life or death. They needed Loki alive to do their horrible dirty work, and it almost worked.

Each time he closed his eyes, he saw New York. He saw his own reflection that he hardly recognized. Finally, he saw what everyone else seemed to see in him, a monster, and that he became.

He saw his brother and every single moment where he had been in Thor’s shadow. It was humiliating!

He saw Odin telling stories about the horrible and monstrous frost giants when they were children. Then he saw himself as one before his father’s disapproving eye.

Loki saw his mother, one of the only people who believed in him. He saw how he imagined her die. He heard their last conversation in his mind louder and louder until he had to yell to drown his own thoughts.

“Then am I not your mother?”

“You’re not.”

Finally, Loki saw her, the love of his life, Y/N. After everything he had put her through, he could not find a way to forgive himself. He felt unworthy of her love. Damn, how could he even hold her when he was in a prison cell, one of the most heavily guarded in all nine realms? How could he let her hug him after he broke her heart multiple times? How could he say he loved her when he didn’t even love himself?

That’s just it, he couldn’t. He knew he had to break her heart in order to save it. She deserved a happy, loving future which he couldn’t see himself giving her. Not when he had nothing left but a life in a room with four walls and his own, torturous thoughts.

Just like she had done dozens of times now, each morning when the sun rose up, she came to visit Loki. He didn’t understand how she put up with him. He sat on the floor, a mess, with tears in his eyes as he put up an illusion of himself to keep her company. She didn’t know the mad thoughts that were intoxicating his brain. She didn’t know the hell he was about to put her through, only because he loved her but he hated himself, more than anyone could ever understand.

Y/N had a smile on her face as she walked towards Loki’s cell with a guard. Loki’s illusion was on the bed, reading a book, that’s what she saw. God, she was so beautiful. Seeing her with hope in her E/C eyes honestly cut open Loki’s heart. She deserved better.

“Hi, Loki! I brought you something today,” Y/N declared happily and pulled something out of her bag. It was a book with beautiful emerald covers. Loki made his illusion walk up to the edge of the cell so there was only the magic shield between him and her. If only he could go back in time when he could hold her in his arms without feeling sorry for himself.

Illusion Loki wasn’t happy either. Loki used his messed up imagination to put together a show that would probably be the last Y/N would see of him. Loki knew she deserved to see his real face but he knew he couldn’t hold it together to the end. Or could he? He wasn’t sure. “What is it?” He asked her.

Y/N opened a page and showed it to Loki. It had a moving image of them when they were younger. Loki remembered that day well. It’s the day of their first kiss, which was one of the most beautiful memories he had. He couldn’t allow sentiment to change his mind now. “I made a collection of some of our memories throughout the years. I figured out it could cheer you up, even a little bit, I hope.”

“Y/N, you shouldn’t have,” Loki sighed which let her know everything wasn’t as it seemed. Her smile faded and she seemed worried.

“What do you mean?” She sounded concerned now. God, how it hurt.

Fuck it, Loki thought. He was going to do it properly, even though it would hurt a thousand times more. He lifted his spell and revealed his true self, sitting on the floor with messy hair and blood on his foot. Y/N dropped the book in shock and stared at Loki, mouth open. Here goes nothing...

Loki got up and this time he actually walked to the edge of his cell so he could look her in the eye.

“What is happening, Loki?” Y/N wanted to know. She wasn’t dumb, she knew this wasn’t good.

Oh, how sorry he was for what he was about to do. “I don’t think you should come back anymore. I can’t, for the love of the gods, find the energy to lie to you every day.”

Silence surrounded the two lovers, who without a doubt would not be that for much longer. Y/N’s expression was full of pain but Loki hated to see hope as well. She was going to put up a fight, he knew that from the moment he thought of this.

“I don’t love you anymore, and to be completely honest with you, I don’t think I ever did,” Loki lied like a professional. Somehow, he managed to keep a straight face although it felt like someone was ripping his heart and soul to shreds on the inside. “I thought you would figure it out eventually. I mean, come on! How did you not sense a lack of passion when I was ready to die rather than be with you?” He raised his voice to sound more genuine.

“You’re not yourself, y-you...this isn’t you, Loki!” Y/N’s voice stuttered in fear. She looked angry, shocked and mortified, all at the same time.

Some part of Loki wanted to wrap her in his arms and apologize, but he couldn’t. “Do you not ever wonder why I was alone for two years without contacting you? I had a prime time exploring the world beyond the nine realms until I returned to Midgard of course. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy myself there too. Mortal women can be very...passionate.”

That for sure broke Y/N’s heart. Loki could almost hear it crack.

“You couldn’t have...”

“Oh yes, and I did! Do you think I would settle for one woman for the rest of my life, a woman like you? You are delusional, Y/N! I’ve fooled you for far too long and I’m sick of it. I’ve opened up my eyes and you should too!” Loki growled at her and kept eye contact, watching intensely as a tear rolled down Y/N’s face. She just stared at him in disbelief. No more would he be there to wipe her face clean from those tears.

It was only for the best.

Y/N had been holding her breath and all of a sudden, she inhaled shakily. “I can’t believe you, Loki. Everything- everything we’ve been through, I felt the l-love!”

Loki chuckled darkly, “You’re delusional, I told you. I’m surprised you’ve never noticed how every time I told you I loved you, I would look elsewhere.” Loki planted fake memories in her head. He knew she was so shocked right now that her brain would create false memories of him actually doing what he said.

She shook her head but she seemed to be lost for words. It was a lot of pain to process. “I wanted to call it quits long ago but honestly, you made it so easy. I barely had to say please in order for you to warm my bed. But I grew tired. I mean, have you seen all these Asgardians? I’m surprised I didn’t taste them sooner.”

“You’re lying!” Y/N sobbed now, eyes red and full of veins as her tears rolled down her pretty face.

Loki hit the magic shield between them, making it glow golden for a second and she flinched in fear. “Listen to me, woman! I don’t want to ever see you again. You’ve been mere amusement for me for all these years and I am sick and tired of your sentimental gifts and you coming over every day as if nothing ever happened! You’re a disappointment! Just believe me already, I don’t love you, I never have and I never will!” Loki shrieked this time, his voice turning deep and raspy, intimidating even. He noticed that guards and other inmates had begun to watch now. Loki really put on a show.

Y/N could hardly breathe. She was looking at Loki, full of rage. He was yelling at her, things she never wanted to hear. At first, she thought it was some sick joke but he didn’t even flinch. Just thinking about him fucking some other people in their bed made her sick to her stomach. It felt like something was crawling underneath her skin and she wanted to escape, but her feet were heavy as stone.

With a shaking hand, she put her hand on the magic between them, almost touching Loki’s fist that was also resting against it. She wasn’t sure why but it was the only thing that felt rational. Y/N had to know if he truly hated her guts. If so, she wasn’t sure how she’d ever move on. She felt filthy, used.

“I gave you everything,” Y/N whimpered painfully, almost knocking Loki’s play over, but almost wasn’t good enough. “We promised each other forever! I...I was going to marry you, you asked me to marry you!” She confronted him harshly.

She did, Loki was very well aware. If he hadn’t lost his sense and mind, he would’ve been married to her now and perhaps happy. But this was how things turned out, ugly and hurtful.

“I’m a prince, I had to marry someone eventually. It’s only royal tradition, meaningless just as our relationship. Why can’t you understand?”

“Because I fucking love you, damn it!” Y/N screamed at him and moments later, her legs couldn’t carry her any longer. She fell down on the cold floor and she began to cry loudly and rawly, not giving a damn about people watching. Loki had to bite his tongue until he drew blood just to be quiet for a moment. Her entire body was trembling and all Loki did was watch. I’m so sorry, my love, he thought but didn’t say it. How could he?

Although he was ashamed of his true form, he transformed into his Jotun form, watching how his skin turned blue and the air around him turned cold. Y/N sensed that too and she looked up at him with teary eyes. Although she still loved him, she wanted to hurt him back for all the lies. She hated him for using her as a company in bed for all these years while promising her his love.

She knew Loki felt like a monster now that he knew he was a Jotun. Although she did not believe what she was about to say, not for a second, she wanted to leave him with a fraction of the pain he put on her.

“Y-you’re a monster!” Y/N breathed out shakily, finally showing anger. Loki felt like he was punched in the heart but he also knew his lies were working. He was confident she would never return to him again, which was only for the best. She deserved someone who could be there for her without embarrassing her and hurting her every day.

A monster, Loki agreed with her silently.

“It’s in my nature, I suppose,” He shrugged as if it didn’t bother him at all. His blood-red eyes stared Y/N down and she suddenly felt dirty and humiliated. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed anything before. But the worst part was, she couldn’t stop loving him, at least not this fast. She looked at Loki and her broken heart still yearned for him. Y/N wished this was all just some sick and twisted dream but the pain was burning, so real.

Her mind was being torn into every direction. What could she say? She had no idea anymore. The truth was far too overwhelming, she could hardly breathe. In fact, she could physically feel how hard it was to breathe and it scared her. Loki knew she was panicking and it was terrible to watch.

“I wish...I wish I’d never met you,” The brokenhearted woman declared after a moment of trying to catch her breath, yet she could not stop shaking and crying. Her world was falling apart and he just watched!

Loki knew what he had to say but bringing him to say it was much harder than he had ever imagined. He looked at her one last time, taking in her beauty. Although she was crying harder than ever before, she was gorgeous. He reminded himself that she was an intelligent, strong, magical and incredible woman. He was doing this for her. But damn, he would miss her more than people in hell missed water.

It was time to say goodbye and it teared him up. His red eyes hid it though, which he was grateful for. If she saw him crying, she would see through his lies.

“Then leave.”

The world around them froze. Y/N looked up to his face once more and she bit her lips together, hard. Somehow, she sensed this was goodbye. She looked at Loki, up and down, even in his Jotun form she found him charming. Unfortunately, everything they ever had was a lie, or so she thought. She was both happy and sad to leave. With her last bits of strength, she brought herself up on her feet, grabbed the book from the floor and locked eyes with the man she was willing to die for before.

“I will. I don’t know...” she stopped. Tears were threatening to interrupt her so she had to gather herself before continuing, “I don’t know what happened to you Loki, but I fucking hope you get a grip on yourself. Perhaps I’ll feel different tomorrow but I love you, loved you more than anyone ever has. Goodbye.”

Just like that, she turned to leave and Loki gazed after her, taking in everything he could see before she vanished.

Goodbye, my love.

It was over now. He cast a spell so no one could see him anymore. The moment he was hidden from the real world, he yelled out in pain that he had barely held inside. With his magic, he trashed the entire cell, breaking the furniture and the few things he was allowed to have.

Loki felt truly alone now but in his mind, it was only right.

He was finally feeling like the monster he thought he was.

Y/N was gone. He finally pushed her away from his cruelty. He would always love her but it was better if she did not love him.

And it hurt more than Thanos’ torture ever had.

[PART 2]

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Author’ Note: Angst delivered baby! I hope it was okay. I got these prompts and I thought of this immediately. If you liked it, I would appreciate your feedback. Thank you! :)

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Non disclosure agreement

Summary: Ethan brings home a non disclosure agreement, which starts a fight that will make the agreement obsolete.

Warnings: ANGST, bit of fluff and mentions of smut

I've always believed Ethan and I were meant to be. As silly as it sounds, the moment I first heard his voice I knew. I just knew I'd want to listen to his voice for the rest of my life, whether it be rambling about how he's going to mess with his twin brother or how aliens and area 51 are real, even his tone deaf singing at every hour. I knew I wanted it every day, all the time and only with him.

Pun intended.

So, finally having a chance to be officially his and on his initiative after a year of being flirty and wistful looks, those 'I don't want you to be with anyone else, but I'm not sure I can commit' heartbreaks and stolen kisses that were only because 'I was curious' excuses. We were never just friends, but if felt good to finally acknowledge that.

"You're cooking, munch?" Ethan wrapped an arm around my waist, his hand pulling me back and into him. Flush against him, I could tell he's excited to see me and he didn't bother hiding it. Hovering his lips over my right ear, his breath both tickling and enticingly forcing my heart on a speed that matches a racecar driver in his prime.

"If you keep on teasing, the dinner will burn." I lean into him, closing my hand over his forearm and resting the back of my head on his right shoulder.

"I'm already burnt. In my desire for you." Rolling my eyes at his cheesy response and the subsequent chuckle that followed, I angle my head to place a feather light kiss on his jaw.

"Let's go to bed and have some fun." Ethan suggests, kinking his eyebrow until I feel butterflies swarming my stomach.

"You gotta eat, silly." Not a second passed as I uttered the words, when he spun me around in his arms and tilted my head with a finger on my chin. His eyes darkened, tongue just glazed over his rosy lips.

"Oh, I'll be eating alright." Heat rushed to my face, his words hitting the mark as I could feel myself getting wet without a single touch. That's the power Ethan Dolan has over me.

"For dessert, sure." Winking, I manage to peel myself off him only to enjoy the chuckle he awarded me with.

Ethan shuffles over to the table, leaning against it.

"Then we can talk first."

Without turning around, I check the oven and respond absentmindedly as I'm still trying to cool down from our previous interaction.

"What about?"

I hear him place something on the table considering it made a light thud, attracting my attention.

"What is that?" My eyes flicker from the pile of papers on the table to a nervous looking Ethan who is fidgeting with a 'boob' pen I got him months ago because it was breast cancer awareness month and they were handing out pens that quite literally had a boob on its top.

"Just a few things to sign. I went over everything with my lawyers, it's standard procedure." Ethan's voice sounds calm, unshaken, but the speed he chose to speak on betrays him.

"Standard procedure for what?" I step closer, knitting my eyebrows together as I stare at the giant bundle of nerves before me. What is he up to?

"For dating me. Or Gray. Or anyone famous really." Short, precise answers, devoid of emotion. I know what he's aiming at, all of it so abundantly clear now, but I need him to say it.

"Ethan Grant Dolan, what are those papers and who are they for?" Folding my arms over my chest, I hear myself speak with a tone much sharper than I usually use on Ethan. I watch him as his lips part and eyes widen ever so slightly as he feels my anger grow. His left eye twitches, his right hand running through his hair anxiously.

"It's an NDA. But it's", I interject, stepping closer once more.

"Standard procedure, like you said." Finishing his rehearsed statement for him, I watch his lips twitch into a small smile and his face relax, followed by a sigh.

"Oh, good. You understand. Grayson said you'd flip your shit if I brought it up, much less asked you to sign." His smile grew, while I stood frozen in my spot, slowly tapping my foot against the hardwood floors.

"You want me to sign a non disclosure agreement?" I ask to clarify once more, making sure I have the right intel before reacting accordingly.

"It's what the papers are for. Just sign it and lets continue on with our night." Swaying his hips, he saunters over to me, placing a hand on each of my hips and leaning down to make eye contact. Staring at his chest, I feel physically ill with his touch I craved not too long ago. My stomach is in knots, my mind in overdrive and my heart...my heart aches as if he just punched a hole through my chest.

"Munchkin?" His sweet voice feels sour now, the nickname he made for me almost cruel.

"Is that what this relationship boils down to? Is that what I mean to you?" My voice is weaker than I anticipated, cracking and shaking like never before. My eyes are dry, but I can tell tears are coming.

"What do you mean?" He frowns deeply, his forehead wrinkling. Lips parted, his fingers dig just a little deeper into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress.

"Don't play dumb, Ethan." Wiggling out of his touch, pushing him back with my left hand, I walk around him and grab the stack of papers on the table before shaking it in front of his face.

"Am I just an NDA to you? Something to play with while you're bored only to exchange me when I get too real? At least I'll be legally bound to shut my mouth, right? At least there won't be any loose ends when we're done, right?" Slamming the papers back on the table, I shake my head vehemently and put a hand over my chest, the other on my hip.

"What? That's not even...what the hell are you talking about?" Raising his voice slightly, Ethan rubs his forehead as if the words I spoke confuse him, baffle him into a headache.

"A non disclosure agreement means you don't trust me. You don't trust me to love you. To keep your, no - our secrets. You don't trust that we are the real deal. A non disclosure agreement means our relationship has a time stamp - an expiration date!" In all my time with Ethan Dolan, he has never aggravated me to the point of blatantly shouting what's on my mind. He had never wounded me so much that I struggled to breathe because not only is the lump in my throat too grave for any air to pass properly, but my lungs seem to be filled with blood that spilled over from my broken heart.

"I TRUST YOU!" Ethan shouts back and I find myself flinching and taking a step back. One thing I learned about the twins is that Grayson is the one who shouts and reacts abruptly without thinking, but it's harmless and passes quickly. Ethan is the one who shouts only when he loses control and he's unpredictable, wild and untamed. He is the patient one, so when he loses his temper, it can be deadly. I don't think he'd hurt me, but I also know he's seeing red and he could accidentally burn me with the flames of his blinding rage.

"No, you don't!" But I can't help myself. I'm baiting him, pushing him too far. The wreckage of my heart demands me to release the pain before the tidal wave of hurt destroys me.

"If you did, you wouldn't find it necessary to legally bind my trust!" Unable to stop the loud, shaky, breaking breath from escaping me, my chin trembles and my lips quiver and my eyes are now swimming in unshed tears of the ruin he caused.

Silence.

It befalls the room as he stares at me with narrowed eyes and clenched jaw, gritting his teeth in his attempt to take control over his temper. He steps closer to me way too fast for me to move out the way and he slams his hand on top of the stack on the table beside me.

"If you care for me, you will sign these papers." He says through gritted teeth, voice low and husky. I glance at his hand, seeing the pen I gave him has snapped during his rage, laying on top of the stack.

Turning to face him, I drag in a shaky breath and try to ignore tears pooling in my eyes. I meet his gaze confidently, lips pressed together in a pout that stops me from wailing out loud.

I've waited for so long to have this man. My heart told me he's the one. My brain didn't fight my stupid heart on it for the first time. He warned me he has issues committing. He warned me people usually break his heart and his trust is hard to earn, but I believed after a year of courting, I've earned my place in his heart.

"If you care for me at all, you wouldn't ask this of me." I sound frail, like a daisy in the eye of a hurricane.

"If you care about an NDA more than me, I suppose that's fine too. At least I know now where I belong in your world." Tears blur my vision, but I can still see the lines of his handsome face soften. It's a quiet change, so small one would miss it had they not spent so much time as I have just studying every inch of his face.

"And I don't want to be a part of your world anymore. I deserve someone who will put me front and center, not keep me chained to a wall in the darkness of the furthest place in their heart." Slipping past him, I make my way to the door just as he even signals the dinner is ready. Struggling not to spare him a glance, I walk out the home I left my heart at - hammered into a million shards of porcelain.

Part two

Tags: @accalialionheart @xalayx @fallinginlove-16 @heyits-claire @godlydolans @ethanhes

#dolan twins #ethan dolan #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan angst #ethan dolan x you #ethan dolan fanfiction #ethan dolan fic #ethan dolan fluff #ethan dolan fanfic #ethan dolan imagine

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speter-sparker · 5 years

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Spideypool fic rec #2

ya boy is back at it again with the whole procrastination thing, and if I'm going down, ill bring all of you with me.

other recs by me: X

1) Peter Parker's Home for the Wayward Villain by BeanieBaby [90k, complete]

summary: A really long redemption story.

my thoughts: you know how every ship has That One Fic? The one that every person who recs fic recs? This is it. In a world where Peter Parker was never bitten by a radioactive spider (but still lives in a world of heroes), he still has a chance to make a change.

additional info: found family, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, POV peter

2) Said the Fly to the Spider by BC_Brynn [20k, complete]

summary: Peter is being courted by Deadpool. With words. And life-saving.

my thoughts: so damn good. the story is character and relationship-focused, with witty banter and dumb jokes - in short, the perfect spideypool fic. Pacing is on point, side characters are in character, just... *chef kiss* beautiful.

additional info: friends to lovers, slow burn, POV peter

3) the kubler-ross theory by antivenom [80k, complete]

summary: Peter loses Gwen in a split-second of motion. It takes much, much longer for him to find himself afterwards.

(In which Peter deals with a loss that immobilizes him and permeates through every drawn breath. In which his grief is a visceral abstraction that he can touch, that he can feel. And in which, with a little help, with time, with acceptance, with anger, with sadness, with Wade, he learns how to live in a world without her.)

my thoughts: if you read nothing else on this list, READ THIS. It deals with the aftermath of Gwen Stacy’ death, and how Peter copes (or doesn't) with the aftermath. This story is a love letter to everyone who has lost someone - the stages of grief, the anger and confusion and emotion are so real. Everything is brutally honest, the author doesn't hold back punches - in fact, it's because of this that I love how Wade and Peters's relationship is written. They are both shown as flawed characters who are trying so damn hard and their relationship feels real. The same can be said for every character in this fic - the relationships with aunt may and MJ and other supers are beautifully thought out and written.

additional info: HOPEFUL ENDING, slow burn, pre-relationship, hurt/comfort, POV Peter

4) I'll Tell No Lies by doctorestranged [78k, complete]

summary: When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Except, Peter is horrible at lying and this seems like a dreadful idea. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that.

my thoughts: The pacing is so fun - it’s a murder mystery with a heavy side of romance, featuring Tony not-angry-just-disappointed ok-a-little-angry Stark, a very done Weasle, and one taxi driver.

additional info: strangers to friends to lovers, SMUT, POV Peter

5) Without Ever Letting You Know by TimidTurnip [8k, complete]

summary: So something weird is going on with Deadpool, that's nothing new. Spewing flower petals is hardly the strangest thing the merc has done. The part that is confusing Peter is that Deadpool doesn't want Spider-man around. WTH.

my thoughts: mmm, hurts so good. Love how they examine Peter’s personality and relationship to Wade in this one.

additional info: Hopeful ending, PINING, friends to lovers, POV Peter

6) i know your secret by jilliancares [8k, complete]

summary: “I’m your new neighbor,” Wade forged on, oblivious to Peter’s state of shock, and he stuck out a scarred hand. Peter gripped it, feeling numb, and gave it a shake. Did Wade realize who he was? No, clearly not. He was acting way too normally. Wade was one for dramatics.

my thoughts: Fluff CENTRAL. Wade and Peter are given a playful relationship that can only be described as puppy love.

additional info: fluff, identity porn, friends to lovers, POV Peter

7) The Naked Truth by CAPSING [20k, complete]

summary: Wade is not a cat person. But maybe he'll make an exception to get into some cute guy's pants.

my thoughts: CAT FIC! THERE'S A CAT!

additional info: pining, strangers to friends to lovers, vet!peter, Wade is still Deadpool, POV Wade

8) The Boys Wear Red... by Orcusnox (Cat9894) [108k, complete]

summary: Wade is a hero, Peter is a merc.

my thoughts: HOLY HECK??? if you thought Spider-man 3 was dark, Raimi ain't got nothing on this. My biggest worry going into this was that Peter and Wade would just swap places and character, but that could not be further from the truth. Peter is dark, but in a way that fits who he is, who he would be if he jumped off the deep end. Everything in this feels thought out and works well together - the character writing is smooth and logical, even for side characters. The plot is fun and exciting, the banter even more so.

additional info: Hopeful ending, some smut later, gore/violence, past mentions of abuse, frenemies to friends to lovers, POV Peter

9) Allostasis by ruralfishingcat [42k, complete]

summary: Peter had a tendency to put up walls to isolate himself; even as Spider-Man, he could only suffer through so much death and destruction. It was precautionary, really, and those he'd pushed away would thank him were they aware of the circumstances. Of course, Deadpool had his own tendencies, one of which was to break down said walls (fourth ones included). As grating as it was, a small sliver of Peter hoped the mercenary would be able to succeed.

my thoughts: fucking cute my dude. Identity porn to the max, and a butt crap of pining.

additional info: friends to lovers, protective Wade, identity porn, POV Peter

10) what light through yonder window by hellornothing [14k, complete]

summary: The figure moves quickly, but Peter’s faster. He’s still adjusting to the sudden brightness, so dark red is really the only thing he takes from this initial encounter, but it’s enough.

‘Deadpool?’

-aka the one where they get together via late night window visits

my thoughts: THESE TWO! *clenches fist* ya know? just them realizing they have massive heart boners for each other

additional info: friends to lovers, fluffflufffluff, mama mia that's a lot of F’s, POV Peter

11) Patron Saint by isaDanCurtisproduction [58k, complete]

summary: Peter is desperate. Hungry and alone on the streets, he's ready and willing to do anything to change his situation, even if just for a night. And sharing a stranger's bed would be no hardship, especially when the alternatives include dumpster-diving for dinner and sleeping, arms wrapped around him, beneath a chilly and indifferent sky.

Then a man named Wade Wilson steps into his life.

my thoughts: The plot is simple and allows for GREAT character moments. I clutched my heart cause they were so cute and just GAAAHH! the chemistry is great, the banter is fun, the plot is on point. 10/10 would (and do) recommend

additional info: strangers to friends to lovers, no actual smut, be prepared to clutch a titty, identity porn, pining, homeless Peter, POV Peter

12) better than being alone by darkavengerz (darkavenger) [6k, complete]

summary: Peter's been asked to attend a children's birthday party as Spider-Man, and he's surprised to discover someone else masquerading as him when he turns up at the party.

my thoughts: this is so them. the story is character-focused and just so gosh darn fun. I love my boys just harassing each other for funzies

additional info: friends to lovers, fluff, POV Peter

13) Nobody's Business by DittyWitty [6k, complete]

summary: Peter really wasn't supposed to out himself to Deadpool.

my thoughts: insecure Peter, meet insecure Wade. Now go use big boy words and fucking COMMUNICATE

additional info: friends to lovers, POV Peter

14) you grow up and you lose touch by scarlett_starlett [53k, complete]

summary: Peter always thought that when he had kids, there would be someone by his side.

Instead, he has a mouthy mercenary acting as a chef every night for him and his newly adopted son and a narcissistic billionaire philanthropist paying child support on the sly. But Peter figures it isn’t all bad, especially when Miles loses that dullness in his eyes whenever Wade slips on the banana peels he ‘strategically’ places all over the apartment for Peter as a joke.

my thoughts: usually not one for kid fics - the kids aren't well written and characters tend to be OC. But this one, this one, just shattered my every expectation. The relationship between Peter and Miles, Peter and Wade, and Wade and Miles is phenomenal. The story and plot are wonderful, with themes that you can't help but sink your teeth into. The pining is off the walls. The characters are rounded and complex and grow so much with each other. I cannot recommend this one enough, please by GOD go read it

*** side note: go read everything by this author. go, get outta here! go!

additional info: SLOW burn, friends to co-parents to lovers, PINING GALORE, POV alternating but mostly POV Peter

15) A Vicious Cycle by DecimalDrones [2k, complete]

summary: Peter can't remember the life he and Wade supposedly shared together. It's alright as long as he's happy, though, isn't it?

my thoughts: y’all. Y’ALL. okay, this one is short and sweet but when you finish, go back and read it a second time. The double meaning and context make this fic DELICIOUS. I also recommend checking out their other fics - they’re a bit longer but still easy to finish in a day.

additional info: established relationship, POV Peter

16) on staying around by WylderWolf [4k, complete]

summary: Fourteen pages of loud fart noises.

(also there's some, like, emotions and stuff, and then they bump nasties. it's pretty rad.)

my thoughts: charming little thing with pining wade. Also, they’re both idiots (but what's new)

additional info: friends to lovers, pining, smut at the end, POV Wade

#fic #fic rec #spideypool #spideypool fic rec #peter parker x wade wilson #Peter Parker/Wade Wilson #wade wilson x peter parker #wade wilson/peter parker #peterwade #wadepeter #im doing this instead of homework but whats new

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suhoexcollector · 6 years

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Rivals pt 1

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4...

Pairing: Jaehyun x fem reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: thigh riding, rough sex,

Author: Admin Yugyeom

A/N: so yeah this is most likely gonna end up a series please tell me if you like it and want it to continue.

A/N: Just saying when I had to come up with law firm names I legit just went into the map of Seoul and saw a national park and was like why not name a law firm after that bc I cannot think of anything else, so if you’re wondering what Bukhansan is, its a national park.

Today was easily the worst day you’d had in forever. Its not that anything bad necessarily happened, its just exhaustion and a lousy mood that made everything seem awful. Also the work uniform you had to wear made you feel like a toy, primed up in some dumb blouse that made your tits look huge and a pencil skirt that made spandex look loose. You worked at an over expensive law firm, not a brothel.

You had hoped to get a drink at your favorite bar, a high end one down the road from work, maybe hook up, you know the usual Friday night routine. But this time there was a maintenance sign out front and you ended having to go to a shitty bar a few blocks away just to get a drink and calm your nerves.

The bar smelt of old wood and beer. It was horrid but you needed a drink.

You looked a bit out of place in the dingy bar with your white blouse clinging to your breasts, button undone and cleavage everywhere, pencil skirt tight on your body. You looked like a business woman porn star but you were beyond caring, your boss was the one who made you wear the skimpy outfit, saying it ‘pleased customers’, what was he trying to do? Get you to seduce middle aged men wanting a divorce?

You sat at the bar and instantly felt some grease ball eye off your ass.

Yeah, you didn’t have the most concealing outfit on, but it did not instantly give every asshole at the a bar a free pass to undress you with their eyes.

‘Anything to drink?’ the bartender asked, noticing your slouched form.

‘Yeah, just a shot of vodka’ you answered, sweeping a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The bartender nodded and casually went about making your drink.

You heard someone’s footsteps approach before you heard their voice.

‘Now, who do we have here, boys?’ The most horrid man you’d ever seen approached you, backed up by two goons. He was abnormally handsome and that’s what horrified you, his narcissism probably made him feel powerful, like he knew he could take you home if he wanted. He wore plain clothes, a pair of skinny jeans, a shirt and a jacket. His hair was jet black and combed back and he smelt strongly of cheap cologne. Fuck boy attire.

‘You have nothing here, boys’ you spat out the last word, making it obvious you do not want them there.

‘We got a feisty one’ the man said, a smirk creeping up on his young features as he rested his arm on the bar. He unexpectedly leaned in close enough that his lips were almost brushing your ear and your muscles locked up, like a deer in headlights. ‘I wonder if you’re this feisty in the sheets, Kitten’

You swore on your life at that moment, as his foul breath tickled your neck and the appalling nickname left his lips, your skin physically crawled.

A wolf like expression crept along your features and you had murder in your eyes as you looked at the poor excuse for a man in front of you.

‘I don’t purr for misogynistic assholes’

He grinned. That immoral bastard grinned.

All you could feel was your blood boil and your fists clenched, trying to remotely control the rage that surged through every cell in your body.

‘Then who do you purr for, Kitten?’ He had the audacity to rest his slimy hand on your thigh as he spoke the pet name he’d settled on.

A calm rage swept over you, the kind that made someone homicidal.

You slowly turned to the man next to you, looking him dead in his black, glassy eyes.

‘You have 3 seconds to remove your hand before it is gone’ Your voice was steady, dominant.

‘What are you gonna do if I don’t take it away?’ His smirk widened and he squeezed your thigh, hard enough for you to elicit a yelp of surprise. His lingering goons sniggered and his smirk widened to a repulsive smile, exposing unnaturally white teeth. ‘A little squeeze and I already have you whimpering, Kitten’

‘I’ll have you whimpering, you piece of scum’ You turned around to find a businessman standing behind you, you had no idea when he got there or how long he’d been witnessing the scene. He had a scowl plastered on his face, he was simmering with rage and to be honest, it scared you.

The businessman was the total opposite of the slime ball in front of you, tailored suit, softly handsome features, muscular frame and he didn’t seem like a total jerk.

‘Excuse me Mr Businessman, I doubt you could lay one scratch on me’ The man folded his arms across his chest and surveyed the gentleman before him, slowly raking his eyes over his pristine clothes with harmful intent. His goons cracked their knuckles behind the man, where they had been watching the scene unfold.

You sat in the bar stool, unsure what to do.

‘I’ll do more than a scratch’ The businessman’s voice simmered with cold, hard rage, his knuckles turning white from how hard he balled his fists at his side.

Your eyes widened at how defensive this complete stranger was, he didn’t even know you but he acted like a jealous boyfriend.

‘Here’ the gruff voice of the bartender snapped you out of the trance the bickering seemed to have you under, handing you a shot of vodka. He soon went back to making some other customer’s drink, completely ignoring the two men fighting.

The shot glass was cold in your hand as you took it from the bartender with a quick ‘thank you’.

The warm liquor burned your throat as you downed the vodka in one go, trying to distract yourself from the two males sizing each other up.

‘If you lay one more hand on her, I’ll-’

‘You’ll what? Hit me with your briefcase? You can’t do shit’ The grease ball interrupted the businessman.

This was enough, you were done with these two people fighting over you and the businessman would get seriously hurt if he went up against the grease ball’s goons. So, you got up out of the bar stool and stood in between the two men.

‘That’s enough thanks, I better get home’ You went to walk away but before you could take more than two steps, a hand wrapped around your wrist.

You turned back around to find the grease ball grabbing your arm.

‘Not so fast, Kitten’ His grip tightened and he pulled you back towards him, causing you to stumble and fall onto him.

He slid his hands down your sides, lightly grazing your boob, holding you up and stopping you from falling.

‘Let go of me, you bastard’ You spat the words out, a viscous expression crossing your features. Rage roaring through your veins at how this piece of shit touched you.

‘Oh c’mon Kitt-’ His plead was cut off via a punch from the businessman.

There was a distinct crunch of breaking cartilage as his fist connected with the grease ball’s face.

The grease ball instantly reared back, his hands flying from your sides to his face, cupping his nose, attempting to ease the gushing flow of blood.

The businessman stood back, his shoulders looked broader than before and his face somehow more handsome. His features simmered with burning rage, his lips set in a permanent scowl.

‘Are you okay?’ The businessman’s expression instantly softened as he turned to speak the 3 words to you.

‘Yeah, I’m fine’ Honestly, you were too shocked to choke out anymore syllables than that.

‘You mother fucker’ The grease ball hissed the last 2 words with undying fury and he looked toward the businessman with raw hatred.

The goons must have been shocked by the sudden punch as they only started to move after the grease ball spoke.

The last thing you wanted was the businessman to get hurt for defending you, so you stepped in front of the him, blocking the goons pathway toward him.

‘Stop, we’ll just go’ You folded your arms over your chest and glared at the two large men stopping abruptly.

‘Miss, you’re in our way’ One of the goons spoke, his words laced with threat.

‘And you’re in our way’ Your shoulders squared and you looked toward the grease ball and his goons with disgust ‘Its the least you can do for basically harassing me’.

Their eyes widened with astonishment, finally realizing you weren’t to be fucked with.

Unexpectedly, you felt the businessman’s hands on your waist. His touch was warm and inviting, your body melting into it. The smell of expensive cologne filled your nostrils as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. ‘Why are you defending me?’ As he murmured his breath tickled the shell of your ear, the sensation sent chills up and down your spine and a sudden throb to start at your core.

‘Because, its the least I can do for you’ The words barely made there way out of your mouth, you were so under the trance of the businessman, though you never broke your glare from the three pathetic men in front of you. His long fingers lightly squeezed your waist in thanks, you started to wonder how those fingers would feel squeezing your-

‘Fine, lets just go’ The grease ball cut off your thoughts and gave you one last stink eye before turning away, the goons following.

‘You didn’t have to defend me’ Once again the businessman’s breath tickled your neck.

Your lip caught between your teeth, your thoughts were racing, all you could think about was his hands on your waist and breath on your neck.

‘I’m Jaehyun’ he let go and you spun around to face him, his name sounded familiar but you didn’t know where from.

‘I’m Y/N’ Your eyes connected, his chocolate orbs sparkling in the low light of the crappy bar.

‘Do you wanna get out of here? I know a better place close by’ Jaehyun smirked and his eyes wandered, taking in your features and body.

‘That sounds wonderful’ A smile lit up on your face, delighted at the offer.

His hand clasped yours, his skin rough, yet comforting as it entwined itself with your own.

The doors swung open, causing a cold breeze to hit you, sending shivers to course through your body at the change in temperature.

You both walked out onto the curb, fully outside the banged up bar.

‘Are you cold?’ Jaehyun asked you, his words laced with concern, his brow furrowing in worry as he surveyed your goosebumps arising on your arms.

‘A little’ You spoke while rubbing your arms in attempt to warm yourself up.

‘Here’ He swept his suit jacket in a swift motion and offered you the dark material.

‘No its fine’ Your hand reached up to push the fabric toward him, it felt lavish in your hand, as if it were made of the finest material.

Instead of protesting, Jaehyun stood in front of you and swept the material behind your back, so it sat on your shoulders. His hands slid down from your shoulders to your sides in a loose embrace.

The fabric was still warm from his body heat and you felt instantly warmer, allowing the comfort of his jacket to wash over you. Though, you weren’t focused on that and instead concentrated on Jaehyun’s hands, once again, holding your waist and his body merely a few inches in front of yours.

‘Warmer?’ He questioned looking into your eyes, a smug smirk planted on his features.

His scent washed over you, it smelt nice, like rose and some other flower.

It was intoxicating. No. Jaehyun was intoxicating. His scent, his touch, his looks, his existence was driving you mad.

‘Yeah’ The word came out barely audible, your ability to talk betraying you.

‘Y/N..’ Jaehyun spoke your name silently, it coming out as more of a breathless whisper.

You looked at him quizzically, wondering why he spoke your name.

‘Do you want me?’ His question shocked you, it being the last thing you’d think would come out of his mouth.

Jaehyun’s expression changed, his eyes were hooded with lust and his grip on your hips tightened.

This had to be a dream and you had to have imagined the 4 words that tumbled off his delicate lips.

‘Jaehyun...’ You had no idea how to react to the abrupt question, though, your voice sounded full of want.

He leaned in slowly, giving enough time for you to anticipate his next move.

You knew he was going to kiss you, but you certainly weren’t ready for it.

As Jaehyun’s soft lips connected with yours, his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him and your hands reached up to tangle in his hair, the movement causing his jacket to tumble off your shoulders and onto the floor.

The kiss was hands down the best one you’d ever had, your lips reconnecting passionately, his scent filling your senses, his touch driving you wild and the only thing you could concentrate on was Jaehyun, his name racing through your thoughts like a prayer.

Instinctively, you ground your hips into his, causing him to growl into the kiss, your knees going weak at the noise he elicited.

He broke of the kiss, his eyes looking into yours deeply.

‘Can we take this somewhere else? The bar can wait’ Jaehyun’s pupils were blown out from want and the darkness of the night.

‘Please’ The word left your mouth breathlessly.

Jaehyun needed no other encouragement and reached down to pick up his jacket, fixing it back onto your shoulders.

‘Thank you’ you said while securing the warming fabric onto your shoulders.

‘No problem’ He leaned down applying a chaste kiss to your lips and wrapping his arm around your waist, snuggling you into his warm side.

Jaehyun lead you both off to an expensive car parked on the curb.

‘I just have to go back to the office and finish something off, is that okay?’ He looked at you casually, opening the passenger door for you.

‘Yeah that’s fine’ With that you slid into the car, Jaehyun shutting the door for you and getting in the drivers side.

You shrugged the jacket off, not needing it anymore after he put the car heating on full blast.

‘Here, let me take that’ Jaehyun took the jacket out of your hands and tossed it into the back seat.

The whole situation barely processed through your brain. You were in this hot stranger’s car and you were almost 100% sure he was taking you back to his office to fuck.

‘I don’t work too far from here’ He said, buckling in his seat belt along with you.

‘What do you do?’ You questioned, it must be a high paying job for him to have an expensive car and suit.

‘I work at a law firm’

‘Which one?’ You asked quizzically, knowing very well of the bad blood between your law firm and another close by.

The only word that crossed your mind when Jaehyun spoke the words of the firm that had been rivaled with yours for years was ‘fuck’. So, he was the Jung Jaehyun. Top lawyer of Seoul law firm. You were in deep shit if your boss found out you were hooking up with him.

You quickly covered your look of surprise, hoping he wouldn’t have seen, already being distracted with starting the car.

Jaehyun started the car and pulled out onto the street, heading off towards his office.

The car ride was the most sexually frustrating experience you'd ever had, though you tried to will your want away. What would he do if he found out he slept with a lawyer from his firm’s main rival?

Jaehyun decided to be the biggest tease of all time and laid his hand on your knee, though he didn’t stop there. He massaged little circles into your skin with the pads of his fingers, but then started to move his hand up until it was practically half up your skirt, resting on your thigh, sending shivers throughout your body from the sheer touch.

It also wasn’t helping that Jaehyun looked hot as hell, one hand on the steering wheel, the other driving you mad, handsome features lighting up in the passing street lights.

After a 5 minute drive of you trying your hardest to not make him pull into an alleyway so you could fuck him right in the car, you finally arrived outside the Seoul law firm, a massive skyscraper.

The biggest rival to your fellow law firm, Bukhansan law firm. There had been bad blood between the two firms years ago when a case got ugly, Seoul winning the case through lies and allowing a serial killer to roam the streets. The firm is brutal, notorious for winning cases and mowing down anyone in their way, exactly what happened to a Bukhansan lawyer, hence the rivalry.

Jaehyun squeezed your thigh slightly, pulling you out of your thoughts. His hand was so high up your skirt, if he went any further, he’d touch your soaked panties.

‘We’re here’ He said blatantly, removing his hand and getting out of the car, you following suit.

Jaehyun walked around the car, locking it with his keys, coming up to where you were standing on the curb.

‘We wont be too long, I promise’ He said, wrapping his hand arm around your waist and placing a kiss on your temple.

He lead you into the tall building, scanning his security card and casually walking with you to the elevator. His demeanor was casual, as if he weren’t leading a woman into his office at 11pm.

The elevator doors opened with a distinct ding, and Jaehyun walked in and pressed the highest number on the panel.

Once the doors were shut, he snapped.

You felt Jaehyun’s hands grasp your hips, pressing you into the cool glass of the elevator mirror, his mouth ravaging your neck. One hand traveled up to squeeze your boob, causing you to moan, and the other pressed the stop button, halting the elevator.

His lips sucked at the skin on your neck, his teeth nibbling at random places, dispersing hickies up your neck. Your hands moved to his hair, pulling and tugging at the strands, causing him to elicit a deep hum into the skin of your neck.

Jaehyun’s lips met yours hungrily, both of your mouths clashing in raw desire. His hands slid down to the hem of your skirt halfway up your thigh, pushing under the fabric hastily, to pull down your underwear to your knees.

‘Take them fully off’ jaehyun broke of the kiss, his tone laced with sheer dominance.

You did as he asked, reaching down to pull your soaked panties off completely, holding them up to the small gap between you both. One of his hands reached up and took the fabric off you, tucking them into his back pocket.

‘Keeping a souvenir, huh?’ You teased, raising your eyebrows at him.

‘No, easier access for later. You’re soaked and I’ve barely started’ Jaehyun responded, closing the gap between you, once again, crashing his lips into yours.

Barely started. You were in for one hell of a ride.

You were hyper aware of his hands mere inches away from your bare crotch. His fingers started to travel upward, the sensation making you more hungry for Jaehyun, your kiss becoming more insistent and your hands roaming his torso.

His thumb rubbed your clit, you not even remotely ready for the sensation. He flicked over your clit again with his thumb and you moaned into the kiss.

‘Moan again for me’ Jaehyun broke of the kiss, fixing an intense stare on your face. He spoke the words as a command, a simple one to follow considering he could look at you and you’d moan.

A breathless whine fell of your lips as he brushed his thumb over your clit again. He started to rub your sensitive nub rhythmically, and you caught your bottom lip in your teeth, a lust filled groan echoing throughout the elevator.

Jaehyun stopped, pulling his hand away and ceasing his assault on your lips.

He reached over to the stop button and pressed it, making the elevator continue its ascent.

‘I’m getting impatient, but we should wait, I can’t fuck you properly in this elevator’ Jaehyun explained, crashing his lips into yours after speaking the last word.

You were only on the 10th floor, still quite far away from the top 45th floor.

Jaehyun continued to make out with you the entire elevator ride, his hands occasionally squeezing your butt or boobs, yours fixated in his hair, your kisses heated and full of lust, opposite of the passionate kiss outside the bar.

The elevator doors opened with a ping, displaying a large office at the very top of the building.

You both stumbled out, Jaehyun following you, hands wrapped around your waist and lips attacking your neck from behind.

A large window spanned the entire wall, opposite of the elevator, a large, oak desk in the middle with a big office chair. Bookcases lined the left side of the wall while an abstract art wallpaper took the right side, a big leather couch taking up most of the wall. There was a soft, fluffy rug in the middle of the office, in front of the desk, creating a softer space on the marble floor.

This office was huge.

Jaehyun pulled you out of your daze with a particularly harsh suck to your neck, you reached behind to grab his hair, arching your back and eliciting a moan in the process.

‘Is this your office?’ you barely breathed out the words, too distracted by his assault on your neck.

He hummed in affirmation into your skin, the vibrations going straight to your arousal, causing a drop to run down your inner thigh.

Your breath hitched. You were in Jung Jaehyun of Seoul Law Firm’s office ready to fuck.

If your firm ever found out, you were dead meat.

What if Jaehyun found out? How would he feel knowing a Bukhansan lawyer seduced him?

A twinge of guilt flickered through your stomach.

It went away when Jaehyun’s hands crept up your shirt and popped the first button.

Your breath hitched again.

His hand traveled agonizingly slow to the next button.

He popped the second button, then the third, until all your buttons were undone. His breath tickled your cheek as he watched himself unbutton your shirt, detaching his lips from your neck.

Once the last button was undone, his hands slid up to the collar and pulled down your shirt until the only items of clothing you wore were your bra and skirt.

His fingers tickled the skin of your back as he unclasped your bra with ease, you pulled it off your shoulders so it fell to the ground almost immediately.

Jaehyun placed a light kiss on your shoulder and his hands slid to your waist.

He was keeping it slow and sensual.

His hands took control and spun you around to face him.

You watched him as his eyes took you in, slowly sweeping over your body to meet your eyes. You didn’t feel self conscious at all, Jaehyun’s look was as if he were admiring art.

His hands sat at your waist, but pulled you into him, both your bodies flush against each other. His eyes still watching you attentively.

Your hands creeped up to the top of Jaehyun’s business shirt and popped the first button.

A wicked smile appeared on your features as you undid the second button.

Jaehyun just watched you unbutton his shirt until it was open, his bottom lip tugging between his teeth.

His tie was still around his neck and you tugged it, pulling his face close enough to yours, your breaths mingled.

He leaned into a kiss before you could, your lips connecting with passion and lust.

Your fingers worked at his tie, pulling it off and discarding on the floor, Jaehyun pulled off his shirt throwing it off to the side.

His hands pulled you into him, grinding against you so you could feel his hardened cock on your abdomen.

Your hands trailed down to the zip on his pants while his cupped your boobs, pulling and pinching at the hardened nipples.

‘Not yet’ He broke away from the kiss grabbing your hands and putting them behind your back.

Jaehyun started leading you over to the desk, lightly pushing you backwards toward the oak wood table, kicking off his shoes in the process, you doing the same.

Your wrists hit the desk, bringing you both to a stop. The rug was soft and fluffy under your bare feet, it was easily the softest material you’d ever felt.

He let go of your wrists and you brought them up to wrap your arms around Jaehyun’s neck, pulling him into a kiss.

His hands grasped your butt and pulled you toward him, so once again your bodies were flush against each other.

Jaehyun turned to the left and lowered your body to the ground along with his, so you were both laid down on the rug.

You broke of the kiss so you could reach down and undo your skirt.

‘Let me’ Jaehyun’s hands reached down and pulled the zip down, then sliding down the skirt so you were completely naked underneath him.

‘This doesn’t seem fair’ you whined pouting at him.

‘Don’t worry about it’ Jaehyun retorted, fixated on once again attaching himself to your neck.

His hands trailed down your body, glancing over your nipples like the tease he is.

A moan fell off your lips and you back arched into his touch.

His finger tips grazed your inner thighs and you bucked your hips into his bulge.

Jaehyun nipped your neck. ‘Stop being a tease’ The words were mumbled into your skin.

‘I could say the same to you’ You basically moaned, the pads of his finders a mere inch from your dripping entrance.

Jaehyun pulled his fingers away, instead working at removing his pants, soon pulling them down along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free.

Before you could even see much of it, his hands gripped your waist and flipped you over, so he was underneath you, though, he sat up, allowing you to straddle one of his thighs.

‘Ride it’ He whispered into your ear.

‘What?’ Did he mean ride his thigh?

His hands pushed your wetness onto his thigh. You moaned at the feeling of your clit rubbing against the taught muscle.

‘Ride my thigh’ Jaehyun’s voice was more commanding.

You didn’t need to be told.

The rug tickled your knees as you adjusted yourself more comfortably on his leg, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for support.

Jaehyun pulled your hips toward him, dragging your clit over his thigh roughly.

‘Fuck’ The word left your mouth as almost a whisper, your fingers digging into his back.

Your hips rocked back, creating more friction on your clit.

He pulled your hips toward him again, but this time tensed his muscle, creating a harder surface for you to rub yourself on.

A sinful moan fell off your lips as you moved your hips faster.

One of Jaehyun’s hands left your side to stroke his cock. You looked down toward it, pre cum leaking off the swollen tip.

His hand grabbed it and started pumping, spreading the pre cum over his shaft as a lubricant, while his other held your hip, still rocking you along his thigh.

The sight turned you on further, coating his leg in even more of your juices.

You couldn’t resist and reached your hand down, grabbing his length.

Jaehyun stopped his hand to look up at you with confusion. He understood what you were doing when your hand rubbed up and down his shaft, jerking him off to the rhythm your hips followed.

His hand left his cock and went back to your waist, pulling you up and down his thigh faster.

Small sparks of pleasure shot through your body and you knew you were close to your orgasm.

Jaehyun rocked his hips into your hand, trying to get you to go faster.

‘Patience’ You teased, your breath fanning over his neck.

His grip tightened on your hips and he pushed you into his thigh while tensing the muscle at the same time.

A whimper escaped your lips at the pleasure.

‘Go faster’ Jaehyun commanded.

You disobeyed, in fact you stopped your hand all together, pulling it away to rest on his shoulder.

Jaehyun grabbed tighter around your waist and flipped you onto your back.

The rug was soft and cushioned your body, the fluffy tufts occasionally tickling your skin.

You were still holding onto his shoulders, which were now above you as Jaehyun positioned himself over you, propping his body up with his arms.

He rocked his hips into yours, pushing himself inside of you.

‘I guess I’ll have to set the pace myself’ Jaehyun said before retracting then slamming his hips back into yours harshly. ‘I’m going to pound you into this rug so hard your throat will be sore from crying out my name’ You didn’t doubt it.

He was going hard and fast and you felt it. If he kept up this pace you were not going to be able to walk tomorrow.

Jaehyun moaned at the feeling of you wrapped around him. You tugged on his shoulders, signalling him to lean in closer to you. Your lips pressed into his heatedly when he got close enough. His mouth strayed from yours and started to litter your neck in hickies.

‘Your mine. Hear that? No one else’s. Not that grease ball from the bar’s, your mine.’ He spoke the words right next to your ear.

‘I’m yours’ You sighed the words and Jaehyun kissed your neck in agreement.

His cock hit a spot that had you putty in his hands and you let him know with a desperate moan.

‘You like that?’ He questioned, pulling away to look into your eyes. Jaehyun went harder when you nodded, your toes curled, your back arched and your nails raked down his back.

He reached down and rubbed tight circles into your clit. A cry left your lips at the feeling, encouraging him to stroke faster, his breath heavy on your neck.

‘Moan my name’ He whispered into your sweaty skin.

‘Jaehyun’ His name sounded sinful.

The combined stimulation of his cock, his fingers and his thigh from earlier brought you to the edge of your release. One particular thrust caused you to fall into the deep abyss of pleasure as your orgasm washed over you, your walls tightening around Jaehyun, your wetness dripping onto the rug and your body going limp, letting the feeling engulf you.

The only thing you could do was scream his name as you came around him.

He moaned as he kept thrusting, trying to finish himself off.

Jaehyun pulled out, leaving you feeling empty but satisfied, as he spilled warm cum over your lower stomach and thighs.

He knelt in front of your wrecked frame, covered in his seed and sweat, still shaking from possibly the best orgasm of your life.

You sat yourself up on your elbows.

‘Holy shit’ You whispered, looking toward Jaehyun’s sweaty face, your voice hoarse.

He closed the gap between the two of you, planting a passionate kiss on your lips. Your hands left the soft strands of the rug to tangle themselves in his hair, his arms wrapping around your back to pull you into his body.

That’s how you fell for the man that could end your life.

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Assuage: Chapter 21

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Brief mention of abuse.

When Yoongi woke up the next morning, the first thing that he realized was that you were already awake and scenting him with your nose pressed against his scent gland.

“Baby?” He called out questioningly and you just hummed in reply. “You ok?”

“I can’t just scent you?” You murmured.

“Of course you can, it just seemed a little random,” he chuckled deeply. “And you usually ask first.”

“I missed you a lot, even though it was only a day,” you confessed as you pulled your nose away and looked up at him. “You didn’t smell like me anymore and that makes my Omega uncomfortable.”

“Well, scent away,” Yoongi said as he lifted his neck to expose his neck and you dove back in, taking your time as you dragged your nose along his skin.

“You’re gonna have to go and talk to my brother,” you whispered and Yoongi just sighed heavily.

“Do I really have to?” He huffed. “He almost killed me, Y/N-ah.”

“Joon could never kill anyone, unless provoked,” you told him as you sat up and looked down at him. “And yes, you have to go talk to him since he technically cast you out of the pack but all you have to do is tell him exactly what you told me last night.”

“And he’ll let it go?”

“My brother can be a dick but he can also be pretty understanding so I think so,” you nodded. “And even if he doesn’t, I’ll have your back.”

“Fuck, fine,” Yoongi relented and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

After the two of you showered, got dressed, and ate, you led him across the territory to the Head Hall and up the stairs to the second floor where Namjoon’s office was located.

“I see everything worked out between you two,” Taehyung smirked when he saw the two of you walking up to his desk, hand in hand.

“Don’t be so smug about it,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m guessing that you’re here to speak to Joon hyung,” Taehyung guessed, and you and Yoongi both nodded in confirmation. “Well, lucky for you guys: he just got out of a war strategy meeting with Hobi hyung and he looked pretty pissed off.”

“Gee, thanks Taehyung,” Yoongi grumbled, making Taehyung laugh out loud.

“He’s free right now, so go ahead in,” Taehyung said as he waved towards the door of Namjoon’s office.

“Uh, give me a sec,” you told Yoongi and he nodded before pressing a kiss to your cheek and walking over to wait in front of the office door.

“What’s up?” Taehyung wondered as he looked at you.

“I just, uh, wanted to say thank you,” you said. “For figuring out that something was amiss and going to find Yoongi.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Taehyung shrugged with a smile. “It was the right thing to do. He makes you so happy Y/N-ah, and I wasn’t going to let Seo-hyun fuck that up for you.”

“You know, I think Joon and I are very lucky that Mom and Dad fought to keep you,” you told him, which made him grin widely. “Joon and I would be a pair of bumbling idiots without you.”

“Mom said you two would need me,” Taehyung puffed his chest out proudly. “I love you Y/N-ah.”

“I love you more Tae,” you cooed, leaning over his desk and gently kissing his cheek before pulling back. “Now wish us luck.”

“Good luck,” he smirked knowingly and you turned around and walked over to the door, joining Yoongi who had been patiently waiting.

“Here goes nothing,” you sighed as you reached up and knocked on the door three times.

“Come in,” Namjoon’s muffled voice called out and you opened the door, poking your head inside.

“You free?” You asked and he nodded his head. You then stepped inside, pulling Yoongi in behind you as well before shutting the door.

“Ok, now before you start yelling,” you began before Namjoon even had the chance to start talking. “Let me explain.”

“I’m not gonna yell Y/N-ah,” Namjoon chuckled as he sat back in his desk chair and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You’re...not?”

“Nope,” he replied. “Taehyung came and explained everything to me yesterday. He woke the girls up from their naps and pissed Hyo off in the process, but he told me nonetheless.”

“Of course he did,” you laughed in disbelief.

“Yoongi, I’d like to apologize,” Namjoon said as he looked over at Yoongi. “I didn’t allow you the opportunity to explain yourself and for that, I was wrong.”

“It’s ok,” Yoongi shrugged. “I know that as Pack Alpha, everyone’s safety is your main priority so I don’t blame you.”

“It’s also a part of my job as Pack Alpha to trust my pack members, just as they trust me to be able to lead you all,” Namjoon explained. “So, I would like to invite you, formally, to become a permanent member of this pack.”

“I’d love to,” Yoongi grinned widely.

“Great,” Namjoon smiled.

“Congratulations baby!” You exclaimed, leaning over and kissing him firmly. “Tae’s gonna flip!”

“He’s probably listening at the door so he already knows,” Namjoon said.

“I resent that!” You heard Taehyung scream through the door, which made all three of you laugh.

“Um, I wanted to ask you something,” Yoongi said as he looked at Namjoon. “Is the fight still on?”

“Yes, it is,” Namjoon sighed. “We have five days until Seo-hyun said that he was going to be back.”

“I’d like to fight with you all,” Yoongi announced, causing both your and Namjoon’s eyes to widen.

“What?” You questioned.

“Yoongi, you don’t have to do that,” Namjoon told him.

“Yeah, you don’t,” you agreed.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Yoongi asked.

“For one thing, you’ve never fought in a war from what Taehyung told me last night,” Namjoon pointed out. “And for two, you’d be fighting against your former pack. I know that they treated you terribly but it still will probably be hard for you.”

“That might be true but this is my pack now,” Yoongi stated firmly. “And I want to fight to protect it.” A few seconds of silence passed over the room then before Namjoon spoke up again.

“Alright, fine,” Namjoon relented. “We’ll have to get you in training right away.”

“Alright,” Yoongi nodded before turning to look at you. “Don’t be mad at me please.”

“I’m not,” you assured him. “But we can talk more about it later.”

“I love you,” Yoongi cooed and you smiled at him.

“I love you too,” you replied.

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Later that night, after going to training with Namjoon, Hobi, Jungkook, and some other Alphas and Omegas, Yoongi was out amongst the trees at the edge of the territory. After the (albeit shirt) amount of time that the two of you were apart, you still weren’t the biggest fan of being away from him so he had decided to chop some more wood for your place before meeting you back there.

As he was doing so though, he was shocked when he heard rustling from beyond a cluster of trees.

“Who’s there?” He called out, pausing in order to listen better. When he didn’t receive an answer, he gripped onto the handle of the ax that he was holding tighter.

“I’m Prime asshole, so think about your next steps very carefully,” Yoongi warned and a shadowy figure stepped out from behind a tree and when they stepped closer, Yoongi couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Yeah well, tell me something that I don’t know,” the man laughed and Yoongi just gaped at him in disbelief.

“Kihyun?” He called as the Alpha walked closer to him. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Well, I was hoping to receive a better greeting than that from one of my closest friends,” Kihyun joked and Yoongi just laughed before launching himself at Kihyun, hugging him tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi repeated as he pulled away from the hug. “You would’ve been detained or killed if anyone else caught you.”

“I know but I had to come and see you,” Kihyun replied. “After Seo-hyun came back and announced that you were still alive, I had to see it for myself.”

“That was really dangerous and stupid of you Kihyun,” Yoongi told him.

“I’ve spent the last six months thinking that you were dead,” Kihyun shot back. “You can’t blame me.”

“Yeah well,” Yoongi shrugged. “How have you been though? Everyone been treating you ok?”

“I’m fine hyung,” Kihyun nodded. “I see that you’re ok too.”

“Yeah, the Kim Pack took me in,” Yoongi said.

“I hope that doesn’t mean that you plan on fighting with them in a few days.”

“Actually, it does.”

“Why would you do that?” Kihyun wondered. “You can’t fight against your pack.”

“They’re my old pack and if you remember correctly, they left me for dead,” Yoongi pointed out. “This is my new pack and I am going to fight to protect it from Seo-hyun because I don’t want him doing the same thing to them that he did to our pack.”

“Seo-hyun just wants us to be strong,” Seo-hyun tried to say.

“And he has to abuse people and try to take over other packs in order to do that?” Yoongi demanded to know. “Kihyun, I love you. You’re the person that kept me sane all of those years after my parents died and I’ll always appreciate you for it, but you can’t seriously believe that what Seo-hyun is doing is right.”

“....I didn’t come here to argue with you hyung,” Kihyun finally said after a few moments of silence. “I just wanted to come and see you.”

“Despite everything, I am happy to see you kid,” Yoongi smiled gently. “Even if it was dumb.”

“I love you hyung,” Kihyun said before hugging Yoongi again.

“I love you too,” Yoongi responded before letting go of Kihyun. “Be safe.” Kihyun nodded and just as quick as he had appeared, Yoongi watched as he disappeared back into the trees.

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Only the One you Love, part 5 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Angst / Romance / Smut(18+)

Characters: You X Kyungsoo

A/N: Warning for drunken shenanigans, unprotected sex, the saddest smut yet, cockwarming-lite and tall dummies who just don’t get it. I’m sorry, but he is just dumb and it is canon don't @ me.

Only the One you Love[M]: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 , part 7

Oh Sehun was good for some things. He was good for the warm and steady grip of his hand and the shameless way he held on tight despite the wandering eyes in the hallways of the building you pulled him through. Sehun was good for finding the prime drinking spots with the private dining rooms where wandering eyes would not catch even the tiniest glimpse of someone in their weakest moments; should that someone wish to keep their weakest moments hidden from the wandering eyes of everyone but Oh Sehun.

Sehun was good for keeping his curious questions to a minimum as he faked absent-minded disinterest long enough for the three shots of vodka in your belly to make their way through your bloodstream where their magic fingers massaged at the tight knots of your jaw muscle and pulled the severe frown lose from where it had been wound so tightly moments before.

And when your jaw hung slack and your eyes glassed over, Sehun was good for spilling your secrets to. His eyes swung wide like windows opening to receive the bright sunshine of the dewy morning and his lips hung into a circle as he listened to every grim and gritty detail of the secret love; the forbidden tastes nobody knew about; the soft touches like silk and the rough patches like sand and he sat enraptured as you spun your tale; vomiting out every bit of bile left in your belly that was very much this ongoing problem ...this problem that your good and honest, trustworthy and kind best-friend was having with a boy she once dated, who had made a sudden reappearance back into her life.

“She has to quit her job,” Sehun said as he carefully poured from a bottle of vodka into a small shot glass. His lips frowned with the words as he poured too fast and the clear liquid sloshed over the top and puddled on the glossily lacquered table below.

“She can't quit her job,” you shook your head with your hand placed over your chest, right above your heart that beat furiously with every head shake, “this is her dream job, Sehun. This is the career she has worked toward her entire life. Should she just,” you swung your arm out and clumsy fingertips hit the bottle, tipping it to the side for a split second. He reached forward to catch it before any more of this precious liquid could be lost to the tabletop, “should she just throw it all away...for a guy that dumped her?”

“You’re right, she can't quit her job,” he said with a stern head shake and his eyebrows sat high on his forehead, “then he would win.”

A dull sound blended with his words. It was a low hum that made ripples run through the puddle on the table and Sehun’s eyes dropped from where they had seemed held captive with the intensity of eye contact he kept and he looked down at the illuminated screen of his phone.

Someone was calling him. The edges of his head, his black hair, his handsome features, his pink lips, and pink cheeks and broad shoulders all blurred together at the seams and he was excusing himself for a moment without actually getting up from the table.

“Oh, yeah-” he spoke into his cell phone and your mind drifted with that certain timbre you thought you heard. A tone of voice that was familiar and carried with it as many heart-flutters as it did heartaches. You lifted a hand to feel the softness of your bottom lip with your fingertips. Your lips were rough and chapped (had he felt this roughness against his own smooth, plump ones?) Whatever remnants of lipstick you once wore were long gone and you wondered if you looked like an absolute mess of a former human being right here across from super megastar, superhuman incarnate, Oh Sehun of idol group EXO. Despite his dressed down look; the sweatpants and sweatshirt that he had been wearing all morning and afternoon for dance practice, the man was spotless. His skin was smooth and bright and his eyes shone brightly as he smiled into his cell phone conversation as his eyes found your own wandering ones.

“How did you know?” Sehun spoke to his caller and you reached for the half-empty glass in front of you to drain it of its burden as it had promised to do for you. Sehun was saying some other words. Words with quick syllables and you watched his lips sound out the sounds as you tried to follow along half-heartedly. It felt like work, the longer you sharpened your ears for the syllables he was speaking. The Korean always felt like work here. Your mind was sleepy and your heart was weary. You suddenly longed for your mother tongue. You wanted to relax and let your heart do the talking for you for a while.

“Sehun, what should I do if I’m still in love with my ex-boyfriend?” Your lips were moving on their own and your heart was sighing in relief for the sudden overwhelming honesty that spilled forth. “What do I do if he kissed me today and I want him to kiss me again and again?”

“Hold on a second,” Sehun said, but not to you.

“How can I stop my heart from loving him? I thought I could let go. I thought I was almost over him but he’s...why did he have to do that? Why did he leave me food when he knew I was hungry and why did it feel so good to kiss him again?”

“No, I don’t understand her, she just switched to another language,” he said again after listening to you ramble on and your lips pulled into a triumphant smile.

“You have no idea, do you? That I loved him and he loved me and then...then it was just over and he was gone.”

Sehun smiled when you did but his eyes remained blissfully unaware as he watched you spill out your every secret onto this lacquered table top.

“He dumped me...over the phone. And then he was just gone. He didn’t want me anymore...he didn’t love me anymore and I...I never stopped loving him. Not for a second, Sehun. And it hurt. Back then, it did. It used to hurt so much.”

“Okay, I’ll see you,” he said softly into his phone and disconnected the call.

“I don’t know what you’re saying.” This time he was speaking to you and your smile pushed itself wider. You felt strangely lifted from having confessed a few your problems to this man. Why did this feel so liberating? You felt like you could finally exhale the breath you had been holding for weeks and you wanted to clap your hands in celebration.

“Do you want to know?” You could recognize the playfulness on your own voice now and you blamed the alcohol for it. This was nice. This felt like a light chat with a friend who wouldn’t judge you for your past mistakes.

Sehun’s eyes danced over your face and he did not answer your question. You replayed it in your own head once to be sure you had asked him in Korean this time but when you opened your lips to ask him again he shrugged his shoulders lightly, that playful smile still dancing along his eyes.

“Only if you want to tell me.” At some point you had leaned into to confess your many secrets to him as you watched his pretty face; danger removed as he was too busy with his phone call to catch any off-words he might possibly understand. But now you had his undivided attention and the pull of the smile on your lips went slack a little when you felt the warmth of his palm cascade over the back of your hand that rested lightly on the table.

You looked down to see Sehun’s hand, strong and steady, not entirely unwanted despite the surprise you felt in your bones to see him touching you here, in this private room, with the drinks swimming around inside your blood and with the soft way he had been watching you speak for the better part of an hour now.

The blood was pumping through your veins in such a noisy way, it echoed in your ears, making everything fuzzy and you stared down at the lazy circles he made with his thumb over the knuckle of your thumb. The longer you watched, the less you felt of this. The alcohol left you feeling disconnected from your own body as you swam somewhere above where Oh Sehun’s fingertips enchanted spells into your skin.

“Do you want to tell me?” He asked this time, pulling your focus up from this confusing gesture happening on the table and into his quiet questioning eyes. He didn’t beg. He sure as hell didn’t demand and you fell into silence as you watched him; actually watched him. The lean he had toward you. His chin propped up on a single hand bent at the elbow. Drink and phone long forgotten on the table and a small smile on that face that only invited, but never judged.

What had you ever given him that could warrant this kind of kindness? What would he have even taken from you in return? Sehun was a wonderful friend. Sehun was kind and thoughtless and had shown you nothing but kindness and you had been...less than that for him. Here tonight, the original intention of him seeing you was because he had some questions to ask you; something that had weighed on him enough to stop you and ask you to meet and yet you were sitting alone in your pity party, drinking your fill of alcohol as you whined to him about your own problems.

“Didn’t you say you had something to ask me, Sehun?” If the subject change felt abrupt to him, he didn’t flinch. The only change was the drift of his eyes up into yours from where they had wandered down your face and the slow blink as he cleared his throat.

“Ahh...there’s no rush.” He wrinkled his nose with the dismissal. “We can talk about it later. It’s not that urgent. It can at least wait until your heart is a little more settled.”

Your heart? Did Sehun understand what you had told him earlier when he was on the phone? You were pretty certain he hadn’t understood a word of your many confessions, yet the mere mention of your heart sent it beating again; frantic and wild.

Sehun’s grin widened and he dropped his chin from his hand with a small laugh from deep within his chest.

“Ahh, you’re a good friend though,” he said with a wipe of his hand over his clean face, “to be so worked up and passionate for your friend’s sake. Wow.”

“I hope to be that important to you one day.”

‘Of course, you are important to me, Sehun. You’re a good friend. A great one actually. If someone hurt you, I would be the first one to have your back.” You found the confidence easily enough and you spun your hand below his on the table to grip around his sweaty palm.

“Anyway, enough of this. Ask me what it was you wanted to ask.”

You put up your most supportive face. Shaking his hand inside your own for added emphasis and the low sound of a throat clearing caught your ear. It wasn’t a sound happening inside the room, but there was definitely someone out in the hallway. There were rushed footsteps, faster than a casual stroll, yet not quite a run and that tone again; the familiarity of that throat clearing was a goddamned beacon calling out to you.

You had to be drunk to be hearing him even here. In a simple cleared throat. Couldn’t your silly heart ever give you any peace?

“Ahh...it’s nothing that important actually—” Sehun was speaking but he might as well have been silent when the curtain that closed off the room trembled as if someone on the other side touched it, “—just wondering about how you would feel about—”

The curtain did not part as you expected, but you were certain someone was there. The warmth that flooded your cheeks could easily be blamed on the alcohol. The trouble you were having following what Sehun was saying to you could also be the drinks, but it was almost as if you could feel him there. “—maybe with me—”

“Do Kyungsoo,” you said out loud with your own voice and the curtain did not move or flinch with the name you spoke. What did happen was a stiffening in Sehun’s shoulders as he straightened his posture.

“Oh...how did you know?” Sehun said suddenly with a slight lift in his voice and a little cock of his head, “yeah, he called me earlier and was going to stop by for a drink. Hope that’s fine.” Sehun turned his shoulders and looked at the curtain behind his back. “He should be here soon, he wasn’t too far away.”

Fine? No, Sehun that was not fine. You had been running away from the man when you found Sehun as the perfect prop to grab ahold of and he’d gone ahead and invited him here to drink with you? Was this a dream? Your reality was definitely blurred and fuzzy like dreams sometimes were. You half expected the curtain to part and a purple alligator to waltz in wearing Kyungsoo’s ugly khakis and a muddy white t-shirt.

“That’s so funny,” Sehun said after a moment and you used his staccato laughter to pull your hand out of his grip, “he knew I was with you too. He said he heard your voice and asked if you were very drunk yet. Weird.”

“Kyungsoo, you can just come in. We know you’re there.” You felt reckless now. What did any of the charade matter when he had been so obvious on the phone with Sehun earlier. When he casually asked him about your drunkenness and seemed to pick your voice out despite the muffle of the phone line and the fact that you weren’t even speaking in Korean anymore.

At last, the curtain moved and you saw rounded fingertips grip the red barrier and pull it wide enough to dip a black cap covered head through the opening.

You reached for the bottle of vodka the moment his eye caught yours and resisted the urge to drink straight from the bottle. You didn’t need him to add that to his list.

“Sehun, Baek was looking for you,” Kyungsoo spoke to Sehun as soon as he was through the doorway, yet his eyes were still on you and the careful way you poured a shot for yourself.

It went down easier than the previous drinks had and you knew you should slow down for your own sake.

“Hyung, sit down and have a drink with us,” Sehun’s eyes were bright and innocent as he looked up from his spot on the floor and patted the empty space right beside him that was, thankfully, not directly in front of you.

Kyungsoo did as he was asked and didn’t even hesitate before grabbing a glass from the table for Sehun to fill. He downed one, then two, then grabbed the bottle himself and filled a third as you tried to ignore the image of two Oh Sehun’s giggling beside the man who, obviously had lots of drinks to catch up to.

“Hyung,” Sehun dipped his head beside Kyungsoo’s ear and his voice pulled into a jovial whisper, “...Hyung,” Sehun’s head rocked back and forth and you could tell he was drunk enough for silliness. “You didn’t even greet our beautiful head translator. What kind of manners?”

You pressed your fingertips over your closed eyelids for a moment, trying to get the blurriness to pass and when you opened them back up the room took a moment to regain its focus.

“She looks pretty drunk, Sehun,” Kyungsoo said with another drink. “Would she even remember if I did?”

“I rememmmber everything, Kyungsoooo.” The words were out but there was an undeniable slur to them as your tongue didn’t quite want to cooperate with your thoughts.

His only response was a single lift of a big black bullshit eyebrow and the shot glass in his hands was tossed back into his open mouth. When it was empty he slammed the glass down on the tabletop with a loud thud that made you jump.

“What did Baekhyun want?” Sehun was talking as he reached for the bottle of alcohol from Kyungsoo’s hands and there was the smallest struggle for it. Sehun lifted it to his face for inspection and frowned to see it nearly empty. He shook it twice, watching the drops at the bottom swirl around before he looked up with his eyes wide and his mouth open to speak. “Oh yeah! You. So what do you say? Will you do it?”

He was looking at you and you stared at both versions of his face in genuine confusion.

What in the world was he asking you?

“She is drunk, Sehun. You can't ask her anything right now, she won’t remember.”

“Sehun don't listen to him. I’ll do it. I say yes. My answer is yes.” Sehun’s face lit up in delight and he clapped his hands noisily in front of himself. You had no idea what you had just agreed to, but you were sure it couldn’t get any worse than this.

“Alright, I’ll let Baekhyun know. It’ll be good. We’ve only had Chinese translators for the game streams but I’ve been saying we need English forever.”

The room stayed put as long as you didn't let your eyes close for too long and you could feel a genuine sense of relief that you’d only agreed to another translation job-related task and not anything too troubling or incriminating.

“Ahh, you didn’t ever finish telling me what happened today though. You know, after the coffee and kimbap.” Sehun’s finger was raised and he pointed it at you across the table. “You know, she walked into her office and found the coffee and kimbap and you were about to tell me about that but then you had to go to the bathroom. What happened after that?”

He may have been blurry, but he was definitely watching you with those big round brown eyes. The damn bottle of vodka was empty now. You wondered how badly it would hurt to hit yourself over the head with it so you could simply spend the rest of tonight unconscious. It was tempting.

Kyungsoo looked from your face over to Sehun’s waiting one and slowly leaned forward on his elbows; his face resting lightly over his open palms and the fakest smile creeping onto his lips that you had ever seen him sport.

“What’s this? Who found coffee and kimbap in their office today?”

It couldn't possibly hurt any worse than being hit by a car right? You knew you’d have to swing it very hard to knock yourself out. You wondered if you would even be able to get the leverage for an unconscious blow to the head with how short your arms were and with how off your balance and coordination was.

“Ahh, her best friend. Oh my god, it’s so good. Okay so she broke up with...no wait, he dumped her over the fucking phone—”

Hitting yourself was probably not going to work, but maybe you could hit them both and flee the room.

“And now they’re working together again. But listen she had to come because of her job. It wasn’t like she came on purpose just to get back together with him or anything.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t on purpose though?” Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed at Sehun’s version of the story.

“Positive. Think about it. She didn't know they were going to break up. She didn't know that the job transfer request would be put in months after the fact. What was she going to do? Just quit? Please, would you quit your job if your ex-girlfriend suddenly showed up and started working with you again?”

“I would think about it,” Kyungsoo mumbled and you reached for the empty bottle forgotten on the edge of the table.

“So anyway, the boyfriend... I mean ex-boyfriend, but c’mon, I’m just going to call him the boyfriend because it’s so obvious...”

The bottle had a nice heft to it. It was well balanced in your hand and you swung it a couple of times as a practice run. Your assessment of this weapon had not been completely accurate because as you tipped it upside down you felt the telltale signs of quite a bit of wetness spilling out of the mouth and down your arm, dripping all over your leg. It hadn’t been empty. It had only looked that way to your drunk eyes and you spilled about a shot’s worth of vodka all over your leg and the floor beside you before you realized what was happening.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath and reached for the napkins at the center of the table, only to come back empty handed. They were gone and an unexpected sensation at your side pulled your shaky focus.

“What is so obvious? Why is it obvious? They broke up, it’s over, Sehun.”

The conversation continued only instead of both voices coming from the other side of the table, you heard that low familiar voice at your side as stiff cocktail napkins dabbed up the wetness on your legs.

“If it’s over then why is he taking care of her like this?” Sehun’s words felt like gospel and you stared at the side profile of a slightly drunk Do Kyungsoo as he stopped halfway through drying your skirt of the vodka that had soaked through the fabric. His eyes were cast down onto his own hands and he very slowly let go of the napkins, taking the wet ones with him as he retreated back to his side of the table and leaving you to clean up the rest of the mess with the stack that remained.

“Okay, let’s go back a bit. What is the reason why they broke up anyway?” Kyungsoo was speaking with Sehun now and you were staring down at your fingernails. Your nail polish was beginning to chip and you didn’t really feel like having this painful conversation again.

“They broke up because he was too busy for a relationship,” Sehun spoke with the complete confidence of a man who had only heard one side to the story and believed it to be completely true.

Kyungsoo’s lips were closed and he watched Sehun’s face for a long while in silence, clearly expecting him to go on and list off all the actual reasons for the breakup. Like the jealousy and the mistrust after the blind date that slowly and carefully broke down every bit of faith the two lovers had in each other.

“That’s it? He was too busy? That’s the whole reason? What about the lying? What about the secrets and the dishonesty about that blind date?” Kyungsoo was breathing harder and his fist was balled tightly on the table top.

“What?” Sehun’s face was filled with genuine confusion now and he glanced in your direction with his eyebrows raised and a small shake of his head back and forth.

“I have a friend too,” Kyungsoo quickly supplied and Sehun’s eyes shot back to the man who was talking beside him. “I have a good friend who is going through something very similar. And it’s never just the work. It’s always something else. Something was fundamentally broken from the start and if she had just told him, if she had just been honest with him from the fucking start then, maybe—maybe—”

“Ohh, your friend is also in this kind of situation? Wow, I wonder how many of our friends are dating,” Sehun missed the nervous swallow Kyungsoo took and the tremble in his bottom lip as he spoke. Sehun missed the pinkness in Kyungsoo’s cheeks and the way his eyes glassed over. “Wait, how come I’m not dating anyone?” Sehun’s lips curled into a pout and he looked up into your face across the table.

All you could offer was a tiny shrug of your shoulders. It was all you could do not to break down and cry right now.

“Do you know that she never once apologized to him?” Kyungsoo’s voice had dropped to a whisper and Sehun turned to look in his direction, “—for the lying, you know, she never said she was sorry. If you make a mistake,” he inhaled a breath that shook his chest and you bit down on your bottom lip to keep from making any sounds, “you get down on your knees and you beg for forgiveness—if she—if she had been sorry then I—then h-he wouldn’t have done that, I think.”

“I think she was sorry though,” you found your voice and you found the courage to look up from his chin into his eyes long enough to say it. Not that it really mattered, it was all too late at this point. The pain in his words, the pain in his eyes told you that much.

“I think she had trouble finding the words to say it, but she was very sorry.”

Everything was wrong and everything was blurry now. You could feel the wetness on your face and you reached down for a napkin to quickly wipe away at the evidence of your emotions.

“She never said it though,” Kyungsoo said with an air of finality that felt like the final chop of the guillotine and you could only nod your head in agreement because he was right.

He was always right.

It was infuriating and it was hopeless.

After a moment, the pain faded and the alcohol took the rest of that courage to speak and tossed it around inside your chest, mixing it with a jumble of hopelessness. At some point during the discussion though, another bottle of alcohol had appeared at the table, probably when you had been too busy trying not to cry to notice and Sehun’s hand rested lightly around the neck as he held it still but did not immediately move to pour any more drinks.

He was staring down at the bottle in front of him and the room fell into a stark silence as his eyes slowly lifted back up and looked into your face. After a moment he turned his head to look at Kyungsoo with much of the same expression on his face.

You could practically see the wheels spinning in the back of his eyeballs as he did it. One more pass at your face and he was back on Kyungsoo’s face for a long pause and you heard it. It was a loud gasp. It was a realization and it was finally hitting Sehun in the face.

“You,” he lifted his finger toward his friend and then when he released the bottle on the table he was doing so to point his other finger at your face, “and you,” his eyes were wide as saucers. The jig was up. Oh Sehun had finally come to his damn senses.

“Your friends must have been dating each other!”

Kyungsoo’s shoulders had been stiff and he had been wound up tight enough to snap, yet with Sehun’s sudden ‘realization’ you could feel the room tremble as his shoulders fell and his head dropped, his chin fell to his chest and you heard the first loud guffaws of laughter leave his body. His lips were pulled into a tense but genuine grin and you had to look away and cover your mouth as your own laughter erupted from your mouth with enough force to spit clear across the table.

Kyungsoo’s shoulders were shaking with his laughter and you laughed loud chest clearing bursts all to yourself at the sheer ridiculous of this whole situation.

“Yeah, they were dating each other, Sehun,” Kyungsoo had reached for his glass now and was holding it out in front of himself toward his friend, “pour me a drink, Sherlock.”

To his benefit, he kept as much sarcasm out of his voice as he could and you quickly set your own glass in front of Sehun to be refilled next. As Sehun set out to fill the glasses your eyes met Kyungsoo’s across the table and you saw the slow sigh of breath he inhaled and exhaled as he looked into your face. He shook his head back and forth, a small gesture of relief, but also a bit of connection with you that the secret you both shared was still protected from discovery. You offered a small smile and you were pleasantly surprised to see the corners of his lips pull as well.

He was halfway through his drink when Sehun opened his damned mouth to speak again.

“I think they gotta fuck.”

Kyungsoo was coughing and your mouth was half full of alcohol that was suddenly unwilling to go down your throat. You had to spit it back into your glass. This was too fucking much.

“Se—hun,” Kyungsoo half coughed and winced as he had clearly just choked on Sehun’s opinion of what needed to happen with this pair of ex-lovers. “Sehun, what the fu—”

“I’m sorry, I’m drunk, but that doesn’t make it less true. They...the couple, they gotta...you know.” Thankfully he stopped actually using his mouth but the crude gesture he made with his index finger slipping through a circle of his other hand might have actually been worse than if he had just said it out loud again. “Just to see if it’s really over or not.”

“Oh my god,” Kyungsoo had his face in his hands and Sehun was laughing noisily to himself as he held onto his belly. “Okay, that’s enough. I think you’re done. Baekhyun needs you to be worth a damn tomorrow. I’m going to call him to take you home.”

“Aww, Hyung. No,” Sehun whined and pouted in protest.

“Or would you rather I call your manager to come and get you.” Kyungsoo’s threats sounded harsher than you thought Sehun needed, but you were still trying to recover from picturing the treatment plan Dr. Oh had prescribed for your couple’s therapy session.

You didn’t really like admitting such things, but you had been feeling rather...pathetically lonely and somewhat desperate lately. You also hated just how soft and tempting his mouth had felt on yours and just how welcome you had been to feel him against you again. Something that you hadn’t allowed your mind to dwell on was the warmth you felt in his chest, in his belly, and pressed against you during the kiss, that very unexpected effect you knew you had on him.

For the next moments, you allowed your mind to drift into dangerous waters. For as long as it took for Baekhyun to suddenly appear at the curtain, give you a quiet wave and a nod of his head and a quick slap on the back for a very drunk Sehun before he pulled him roughly from the room, for those quiet and not so quiet moments you sat and you waited, all the while wondering what would become of you on your lonely walk back to your tiny studio apartment.

In the wake of Sehun’s departure, the room fell into a silence that was thick and awkward enough to make your mouth go dry and your eyes to wander slowly around the walls and around the curtains and the carpet below your feet in some attempt to occupy your mind with something that wasn’t the man who sat motionless on the floor across this table.

He was quiet. He was still. He was a black hole that sucked the light from your mind and begged you to get lost inside him. You tried your best to look anywhere but at him, but every pass of your vision began and ended on his face.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

When he finally spoke it felt like a bad idea. Even being left alone in this room with him in the first place felt like a bad idea. Yet you reached up for his extended hand and let him pull you into a standing position on your very unsteady legs.

“Did you eat anything at all? I already know you didn’t eat lunch.”

“No nagging, Soo, shhh—” now that you were moving the ground felt like slushed snow under your feet and his arm reached for your waist, lending his strength to you for a while so you could walk without making a fool of yourself.

“If I don't, who will,” he mumbled beside you and you expelled the air noisily from your lips at the very idea that he played an active role in your well-being. Please, the man brought you one meal that you hadn’t even eaten. He cleaned up half a spill on your lap and now had the nerve to think he had earned nagging rights?

“Don't make noises. I’m going to make you something to eat. Tell me where you live,” Kyungsoo’s words were just a touched slurred and you didn’t think he should be cooking in this condition. You’d seen just how much he had to drink tonight and you were pretty sure he was just as drunk as you were. He was just better at hiding it.

Your legs were already carrying you through the deserted streets and you reached up and pulled the brim of his cap down lower, making his whole face angle itself downward to keep from being spotted by anyone on the street.

This wouldn't do. He was still very obviously Do Kyungsoo and he was stumbling just a little bit when he walked. Didn’t he had a facemask on him?

You leaned against him hard, sending his balance off and you used the moment to steer him off the sidewalk into a darkened alley that was just a little more private.

“What are you doing? This isn’t where you live is it?” He was looking down the dark alleyway with worried eyes at the rows of creepy unlit doorways with bars on them as his mind ran through all sorts of terrible possibilities. Did he think you slept here in this trash can or something? Jeez.

Your hands were moving though, and you reached into the right-hand pocket of his hoodie feeling the cloth of the black facemask he kept there.

You had to touch his face to put it on him.

You had to look into his eyes as you did it and your fingertips had to run along the side of his face as you hooked the elastic strips over his ears and you had to do it all with his brown eyes watching your face.

“My building is the next block over. I can probably make it fine from here.”

He blinked slowly but did not respond right away.

“I’m...kinda drunk,” he finally said softly and the mask moved with the action of his jaw.

“You should probably have some coffee then.” This was a last-ditch attempt to help him. Or to help yourself. Anything but to do what you had been thinking about doing for the past half hour now, which was taking him home with you and ask him to spend the night.

“Do you have any coffee at home?”

You pulled your top lip in between your teeth and chewed on it. It was his go-to move to chew on his lips, but you didn’t feel comfortable speaking right at this moment.

“I have my own coffee,” you said at last and there was a slow way he cleared his throat before he spoke again that told you tales of self-restraint and sobriety and right and wrong decisions.

They were fairy tales really.

“I’m not really,” he was speaking again, slower this time and he swayed a little on his legs, “able to get my own coffee right now.”

“You know that I’m just as drunk as you are right?” You leaned with the question and your balance wavered, bringing you into contact with his chest for a moment. You used him to push yourself back upright and you felt his hand land over your own when you did it.

“Yeah,” he said and his eyes were dull now with slow blinks and sluggish movements around your face.

Your legs moved anyway. You pushed yourself out of that dark alley into the building that lined the sidewalk next door and he was moving along with you. Shoulder to shoulder, you leaned against him and he walked alongside you as you made your way through the unsecured front lobby, up the two flights of stairs and through the front door of a shabby looking apartment unit with a hastily entered door code.

You watched his eyes as you entered the code and ignored the way he looked down at the numbers you pressed.

You ignored the way his own eyebrows lifted and you hoped he wouldn't recognize the code as any sort of number that was significant to him.

You had been an idiot to use his damn birthday as your passcode.

Had he noticed? Had he really noticed? Did he now know just how deep your affections for him went? You had to see his face. You had to know the reaction he was having and without the usual restraint of a sober mind to keep your hands to yourself with, you reached up and pulled the facemask off his face in a quick motion.

When the mask left his face, he was beautiful. There was a parting of his lips and a surprise at being uncovered so and you stood and watched as his mouth slowly closed up and he pulled his bottom lip in between straight white teeth to bite down lightly. It was released slowly and came back wet.

You had to take your shoes off. You both stood just on the inside of the closed door of your studio, too close to each other and much too drunk for this shit and he was staring now.

Then it went dark.

You both must have been too still for too long because the motion activated lights turned off and you gasped in a breath at the sudden blackness that surrounded you completely.

You moved then, stepping slowly and carefully out of your shoes and there was a click as the light reactivated and you once again looked into his face. The light seemed to pull him back to life and he shifted as he quietly stepped out of his shoes, stepping lightly on his socks when you did.

Your vision was blurred but you still noticed a bit of mess. Some clothes on the floor near your bed. A couple of bras set out to dry on the chair at your desk.

You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for him to be in your home. There were three dirty mugs in the kitchen sink, waiting to be washed and there was a half a pot of old coffee sitting cold in the machine on the counter.

Your hazy memory of this morning flashed to your shower when you skipped freshly shaving your legs in favor of five extra minutes to do your makeup after accidentally oversleeping a little bit. It wasn’t like there was much, but the fact was that this wasn’t something you had even considered.

Would this be something embarrassing that you would look back on with a clear mind tomorrow?

Your steps took you to your tiny kitchen and you felt the shadow of someone following where you moved. He was a presence all of his own, giving you a haunting it seemed. When you spun to look behind you, your hand swung and you collided with his arm. He let out a soft grunt at the impact and you could see the slow reaction of pulling his arm up to massage where you had accidentally hit him.

“Sorry, I’m drunk,” you spun again, trying to recall where you were even going.

“Me too,” he confessed and he reached for the handle of your fridge to pull it open.

Its contents were sad. Some packets of soy sauce sat in the door. A single bottle of water, half emptied sat alone in the center shelf.

Kyungsoo reached for the water and quickly uncapped it. Lifting it to his lips, you watched him drain half of your entire supply with wide eyes.

“Hey,” you complained and he dropped it from his lips, swallowing down what filled his cheeks.

You had planned on using that for the coffee, but when you reached for it and gave it a good shake, it was clear that it was enough for only one cup at most.

“Well, now we can’t have coffee, Kyungsoo.”

It didn’t matter. The coffee couldn't fix this. Only time would really help and you reached for the forgotten cap to replace it and worry about it another time.

Right now, Do Kyungsoo was standing in his socks, still wearing his black cap and his hoodie with wet lips and an intensely dark look in his eyes as he watched you pretend like you didn't know what was going on right now.

“Stop looking at me like that, Soo.” There was a complaint on your tongue that made its way out easily without such things as a rational mind to hold you back. You reached up for his cap, annoyed that he would wear it inside when he was here with you in your own space and not trying at all to hide who he really was. He let you pull it off his head and the hair underneath laid flat against his forehead, begging for your hands to run through and fluff it back to life.

So you did. The strands slid through your fingers easily and stubbornly returning exactly to the same flat position they had been pressed into for probably much of the day. He would have to wash it to get it back to life again.

“I’ll stop looking at you like that if you stop touching me like this.” His eyes had drifted closed when you had been playing with his hair and with a low groan he dipped his head further, leaning into you, you felt the warmth of his forehead rest just over your collarbone and he rocked back and forth as his hands found your waist.

“What are you doing?” He said against you, too close for you to see anything but you could feel too much. His hands along your hips touched so lightly, yet he clearly held fire in his palms that was burning wherever he touched. “What are you doing to me?” His words were a complaint spoken in a hopeless whisper and yet he hadn’t actually touched you in any suggestive or inviting way. From what you could feel, his hands were still and held you in a position that kept your body from directly touching his own.

His head was leaning on you, nuzzled into your shoulder but there was still that resistance. He wasn’t advancing. He was, even in his drunken state, holding back from you as best as he could.

“You are drunk,” he said again, only this time it felt different. It didn’t feel like an excuse to do whatever you wanted, it sounded more like a reason not to. “And I am drunk.”

You could feel the reason and the sanity in this.

You could feel the potential for a mistake and the ramifications of such a mistake.

But...but you wanted him. You wanted the mistake and it was desperate.

Kyungsoo’s grip around your hips was solid and you felt a push. Your feet stumbled back a single step.

“We...we can’t.” The warmth of his hands left you and your skin felt too cold without him. The step back he took and away from you felt like miles and you reached with your eyes to search for his. But he wouldn't look at you. His eyes were down on the floor and those pink fucking cheeks stood out bright under the kitchen lighting.

“Kyungsoo,” you spoke and your voice was as clear as a bell. Almost as if he had no control to resist, his eyes opened to yours and his breath caught in his throat when he looked at you.

His eyebrows twitched over his eyes and you saw an expression that mirrored pain on his face.

That step. That single step he had taken away from you no longer felt like miles away when you took a step forward and he did not retreat again.

You reached for his hand and marveled at how easily he allowed you to take his warmth into your grasp.

“Kyungsoo,” you said again, softer this time as if tasting his name on your tongue for the first time. A fresh flavor, fragrant, and satisfying and he let out a soft noise from the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” his groan changed into a curse and you had a single breath of stillness left inside of you. A single moment when you looked into those eyes with every bit of intention and brazenness you could muster inside your chest and you dropped your eyes to his lips.

It was you who did it first. It was your movement this time, your lean for certain. Your own lips that reached forward and found his own parted ones that sat still and powerless on that pretty face.

He was frozen for that single moment. His lips gave, molding into your own as easily as they ever had and he inhaled a tiny gasp of breath when you did it; when you kissed him.

And then he was lost. Just as lost as you were.

Those hands that had held you away from him, those hands that gripped your hips and pushed you away were back, but this time they pulled against you. This time he reached for your skin and your bones with a desperate need for closeness and you gasped to feel the hard edge of the kitchen counter pressed into your spine with the warmth of this man flush against the front of you.

Once you had both given in to it, it didn’t feel as frantic as you had imagined.

There was an instant when his mouth pulled away from yours and the pause made you open your eyes. You found him looking at you. Just looking. The need was still very present, yet the pull to check if this was really happening was much too strong.

“I felt like I might explode,” he whispered and his lips moved on you again, this time his lips traveled down your neck and when you tossed your head back the room spun too much for you to keep your eyes open.

His movements were clumsy. Yours weren’t much better. Fingers gripped roughly at pieces of fabric and you felt enough in control of yourself, just enough to find the zipper on the side of the skirt you wore. Just enough to find the hem of his T-shirt and push it up roughly out of the way of his chest. He got stuck halfway through getting your skirt down and getting his shirt off and through some miracle both garments found their way onto the kitchen floor.

“Where is your bed?” The rest of the apartment was dark but it wasn’t really a mystery where the bed could possibly be in such a tiny place.

“Soo, it’s a studio. You can see every single bit of this place from the kitchen.”

“But the lights are off and I don’t have my glasses,” he reached with his hand to feel in the pockets of the sweatpants he still wore, “I don’t even know where they are. Oh my god, I’ve lost them forever.”

He was backing up now, pulling his hands down from your waist and spinning around in the kitchen with his eyes searching for them on your counter before he pulled open your fridge to check inside.

“Baby, I don’t think you were wearing them when you came.”

Kyungsoo straightened his back and pulled his face from where he peered inside your nearly empty refrigerator and he faced you quickly with eyes wide and his lips parted. They were still wet from the sloppy kisses from mere moments earlier and his lips crawled closed as he searched your face.

“Baby?” The question was a whisper and you inhaled a breath to hold for a moment as your sleepy mind replayed your words again.

You hadn’t said that right? Surely not. But...perhaps it had slipped.

“I mean, Mr. Do,” you tried saying it without smiling but you could feel your lips betray you as you had to bite down on the inside of your cheek to try and stop it.

“Oh, no no no,” he let the fridge close on its own and took a step closer to where you stood at the edge of the kitchen counter, mere feet from the foot of your bed that he claimed not to be able to see.

“I’ve just had your tongue in my mouth and your ass in my hands. I’m not wearing a shirt,” with his step forward you stepped back. You could feel the seam of the carpeting that began your ‘living room’ area under your bare foot.

“-you are only wearing your underwear... my dick is very hard and judging from how wet your panties felt below my fingertips just now I think you want me to fuck you,” he’d caught up with you and was looking into your eyes as he spoke these words with a completely straight face...these words that he read off like a shopping list yet felt like a punch to the stomach.

“Am I right?”

Damn him and his incessant need to be right. What was even worse was that he was absolutely, without a doubt, completely right. And he knew it.

Warm fingertips had reached for your face, slipping slowly along your jawline to rest his palms just over your cheeks on both sides.

You had to close your eyes. Do Kyungsoo was here and he was touching you with his warm hands and he was talking about fucking you and he said the word dick and you were way too drunk for this but God if you didn’t nod your head just now.

“So say it again,” you felt the warmth of his breath against your parted lips and when you inhaled you could smell the strong smell of alcohol on his breath, “what did you call me — who am I?”

Christ, where was the drunk goof that was spinning I a circle looking for his glasses just now? How could he have changed so suddenly and how could he have this much power over you with just a few words?

He was your love. He would always be the one you loved. Even with the cloudy mind and skin that begged and screamed to be touched you held on tight to that word. You wouldn't give him the word love. That was your filthy secret.

“Baby,” you closed your eyes with the gravity of the room when you said it, drawing it out on your breath and when you opened your eyes up again you could make out the satisfied smile on his face.

And you had to touch — it had been so long since you had seen that smile. It had been so long since he had given it to you, just for you. His face was warm below your fingertips and the pull of his lips quivered under your wandering hand and his breathe fanned out warm from his nose. “Soo...Baby,” you whispered again and his smile sagged and sank until he wasn’t smiling anymore and his eyes opened, lazy and dark, to look at you again.

He felt disconnected somehow. Or maybe you were disconnected from your own body. His hands were moving and you felt the cool air of the room prickle your skin as he bared your breasts, making the bra you had been wearing fall away and your mind was too rushed, too hazy, too elsewhere to appreciate any of this.

Your limbs didn't quite want to cooperate. Stupid alcohol. Stupid decisions and heartbreak and confusion and emotions that lead you to do something stupid again; like getting too drunk to control yourself and letting your desires and needs take control of you again.

The softness of your own bed felt unfamiliar now and your limbs were heavy and sluggish. Even when you tried to reach for him to pull him into yourself, your muscles felt weak enough to drown in this with hardly even a fight.

“Are you sure?”

The question was whispered into a low moan into your ear and you could feel the threat again. The threat of losing him; of him leaving; of this stopping and you never ever getting to feel his skin against your own; to feel the desperate way he clung to you as he pushed his hips harder against you and the soft sounds that came from deep inside him when he was overcome.

You weren’t sure of anything except that you didn't want to let go of the weight of his body that felt like it might just suffocate you if he relaxed any more.

You slipped a hand down, between your bodies and you reached for him, reaching between the warmth of his legs and his breath caught in his throat when he felt you grip his hardness. Your unspoken answer was enough and hips pushed as you guided, as you wanted and he was inside.

He was inside.

Everything felt heavy and everything felt blurry. Every time he pulled away you felt vacant and hollow. Every time he left, you pulled him back in. Tightening your thighs around his waist, you pulled hard but the vacant feeling did not let up and you felt it inside your belly, and in your chest, you felt the emptiness that wanted to swallow you whole. You felt like you could implode from it.

Did he feel that too? Were you the only one that couldn't get close enough?

The heaviness was too much and you gave in to it. Your grip around his waist gave in to the gravity of this soft bed and when you finally released him of the tight hold you kept on him you felt him shift as he sat up suddenly on his ankles. He gripped your thighs roughly and you were pulled hard into him. The shift in position felt awkward but when he pushed again, with your hips higher you felt him now, deeper inside, and the influx felt like an invasion. You had been out of practice. You missed the way he fucked you and had no other lovers since him and even in this muted muffled state of your mind, you felt overwhelmed.

Another shift, more rough hands and strong arms that moved you and you found yourself belly down on the bed with your face in a pillow. From the view behind you could see him moving again, lining up and pushing inside. This time too much, you felt the familiar pain of this position as he hit against you inside and yet each thrust had you pushing back into him, begging for him for that pain again. This...this time you could feel the closeness. You could feel the way his fingers dug into your flesh and pulled you, too rough and too hard. You could feel the way he pushed inside, again and again, his thighs shoving against your legs until they were as far apart as you could stand and the rough slap of his flesh against your own; enough to drive you over the edge, enough to make your vision go white and you cried out noisily when your body quaked and your knees gave up on trying to keep you elevated. All you could do was sink into it.

He was shaking and moaning in that low voice of his as he came, spilling out as far inside of you as he could physically get and when he sank into the bed it was with you; when he fell he landed behind you and his arms reached, wrapping tightly around your shoulders, over your breasts with heavy breaths and saltily sweating skin. You struggled to catch your breath and your heart raged inside your chest for the moments before, for the moments after, for the moments of tender sweetness when his lips found the soft skin of your neck and left trails of kisses. Your heart roared for the hot grip of his hand over your breasts and the way those arms constricted so tight and he did not leave you, even after his breath calmed down into a slow and steady rhythm and the tight grip of that hand went loose, he did not leave inside of you. He stayed inside and as close to you as he could get

Your eyes were already closed and the haze was winning. Inside gave little quivers as he shrunk and molded to your shape and the wetness threatened a mess on the sheets, yet you were drifting too quickly to care. Keeping your eyes open made you too dizzy. The lure of sleep was too strong and his slow and steady breath behind you told you that you should just join him in rest and worry about this whole damn mess in the morning.

The blinding pain inside your head woke you. Or perhaps it was the gross sticky feeling between your legs that ultimately made you groan into your filthy reality and open your eyes. You regretted opening them as soon as you did it, as the light from the window that told you it was very much morning, made the pain in your head that much worse with the light. Your mouth was dry you wished for many things. Water, a bath, aspirin.

It only took about two seconds for you to realize that you were not as alone in this bed as you usually were, and there was an entire other person who was sitting up, taking half of the blanket with him, exposing your nakedness nearly completely as he did so, and groaning noisily into his hands.

It took exactly one more second for the events of the night prior to come flooding back into your memory and you felt the pain inside your head surge up hot and angry as the explanation for much of the soreness you felt inside your body dawned; namely, a feeling you hadn’t felt in quite a while: post-sex soreness. The kind that meant the sex the night before had been rough and demanding. You wished you could remember more of it. You wished the man beside you wasn’t groaning into his hands like that and acting like perhaps he remembered even less than you did.

“I think I’ll have to use your shower. I’m stuck to myself,” Kyungsoo looked at you through a severe eye squint and then looked around your tiny apartment. All 225 square feet of it. No doubt making his own little judgments about your current living conditions.

“Kyungsoo,” you said, although you didn’t really have a reason for calling him other than to say his name. Other than to speak it out loud and into existence, he had been in your bed last night, very very drunk with you, but still. It happened and he was still here when you woke up.

He wasn’t moving yet, and he stared ahead of himself at your kitchen cupboards across the space in front of him.

“I have to get to work,” he said after a moment, “I’m already late—did we…” he suddenly shifted and angled his shoulders toward you, his eyes still squinted only not as much and his face very pink now with whatever he was thinking inside his head.

“—did we...I don't see a condom anywhere, and I’m assuming I didn’t pull out,” his face surged with disappointment and you pulled what little bit of the blanket you could free up to cover your nakedness. He didn't notice your struggle with the blanket or notice that you couldn't get it free because his legs were still somewhat tangled in it. He didn’t notice how exposed you suddenly felt in his presence.

“I’ll figure it out, Kyungsoo. Don't worry.” You were familiar with his concerns about things like unwanted accidents and all that and your little corner of the blanket was just enough to make you feel a tiny bit more comfortable here.

“Sehun likes you, you know.” The comment seemed uncharacteristically abrupt coming from him and you lifted your head to look into his face with a whole lot of doubt flooding through your chest at his assessment of the nature of your friendship with his group member.

Why would he bring that up at a time like this? Why was he still sitting still, tangled in your bed sheets and obviously as uncomfortable as you felt with how hungover and used up and dirty he must have felt right now, why was he choosing this moment to bring up Sehun?

“I’m sure he doesn’t, Soo. He’s just a friend.”

“He told everyone yesterday. He was rolling around on the practice room floor complaining about the hot translator and how she’s ruining all other women for him.” His voice had taken on a hint of vitriol as he replayed Sehun’s words and you could hear something that sounded like genuine jealousy on his tongue. It made you feel queasy. Just a little bit worse than you already felt inside and you let the blanket fall, no longer concerned with little things like how bright the light from the window was and how you were pretty sure you hadn’t plucked that one tiny hair that grew on your left nipple. You no longer cared that your skin was sticky from old sweat and old sex and that you had compression marks from the tangle of bed sheets still on your skin, probably a ton of old makeup still below your eyes and maybe even a hickey or two from last night’s events.

Kyungsoo had just told you, in his Kyungsoo-like way, that another man was interested in you and he found out about this on the same day he decided to crash in on your night of drinks with Sehun, get completely out of his mind drunk and bring you home to fuck.

Why?

He said so himself, it was over. He dumped you and didn’t call you to ask you to take him back or call you to tell you he was wrong and he changed his mind. He didn't tell you that you both could work on it, fix the problems, fix the trust and the communication problems. He just gave up. He gave you up so easily. He was done and you were just supposed to accept that and now… now the idea of someone else...

When you shifted on the bed you felt the stale evidence of the sex squeeze out and add to the mess on the sheets.

“So, what...did you come home with me last night to mark your territory? Why does it matter? You were here first so that’s it. You win, right?”

His eyes had gone dark in an instant with your question and he looked down and away from your face. You could feel the anger inside your chest taking your heartbeat for a spin. The thought that maybe this wasn’t genuine. That maybe he did this just to show that he could and Sehun couldn’. These dangerous thoughts were floating through you with a quickness, making your head spin with their speed.

“That’s not what I meant,” he was quick with his retort, “I—I was drunk, I don't really know why I came here last night.”

“I’d like you to leave. You can shower at your own home. Don't worry, I’m not going to fuck anyone else in EXO. You can relax knowing you won.”

His eyes were wide and wounded but you were too angry now to think clearly. The pain was pounding in your head from your hangover and you could only see his jealousy again. Even without being in a relationship with you, he was still making unreasonable claims to you when you knew you had absolutely no right to do the same with him. If you acted this way, taking him home drunk to fuck just because some other women had shown interest in him, well, you would have been seen as the worst kind of scum. You felt used. You felt hurt and betrayed.

He was shaking his head quickly back and forth, but now he was moving. He was off the bed, wandering around your space naked and agitated as he reached for spare bits of clothing that he pulled on his body.

“You’re taking my words and twisting them,” he stopped with his sweatpants halfway up his legs and turned to face you again. Clearly, his mind had been racing with your accusations and the upset on his face was as painful as the headache pounding behind your eyes. Despite the pain on his face, despite the hurt you saw in his eyes his lips were still not speaking. He was still frozen; a perpetual halfway point between what he could not make himself say and what he desperately needed to confess.

“Why did you come home with me last night?” You felt a desperation with this question. Your hands were trembling now and there was a chill running through your body that you tried to rub away with your hands over your legs, over your arms. Your face was changing on its own. The anger dissipating and changing into something else, something dangerous and sad. Something completely familiar to you as the hurt bubbled up to the surface and your eyes burned. “Because of Sehun?”

“No,” he said softly from the center of the room.

“No, that’s not it.” His pants were on and his plain t-shirt was in his hands as he looked down at it. He was breathing hard and shallow breaths that moved his whole torso up and down. It looked almost like crying, but with no sound or tears produced from it. “I came because I’m— because I’m in love with you and I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t come.”

“—because I’m in love with you still.

I came with you because I still love you.”

Kyungsoo inhaled a raspy breath after saying it. He said it with his own lips and he said it three times.

Love.

Because I’m in love with you.

I’m in love with you still.

I still love you.

Your phone was ringing somewhere in the room.

Long buzzing rings. It was on a tabletop somewhere and the noise went on and on. Three, four rings. You didn’t move. He didn’t move. In that moment, it did not matter.

You could be scolded for being late to work. You would take it. You’d let your professional record be tarnished for this.

Because Kyungsoo was still in love with you and you needed a fucking moment.

Only the One you Love[M]: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 , part 7

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