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bratkook · 1 year

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medicine. (m) kth. jjk

I’ve had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

I’m coming down I figured out I kind of like it, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you ride it.

pairing. jungkook x reader x taehyung genre. smut, pwp word count. 9k warnings. no plot, just vibes (and smut), grunge!taekook, threesome, oral sex, voyeurism (jungkook likes to watch okay), protected sex, multiple orgasms, tummy bulging summary. a drunken night at a dive bar after a show was always a given, finding yourself in some form of chaos before the night was over, and as two strangers walk in with eyes that sparkle with mischief, you make it your personal mission to have them be your reckless decisions of the night. note. i was on a smashing pumpkins kick and this was born hehe, just picture taekook in baggy band tees right after a show, cornering you in a dive bar makes me want to bark so enjoy !! (also its been a hot minute since i’ve posted so give me some love or ill cry tysm bye) ALSO MADE A PLAYLIST FOR IT HERE !

Nothing in the universe tops the feeling you get after a show, the high coursing through you in a rush that leaves you jittery and searching for more. Maybe that feeling is the reason why you make so many reckless decisions after shows, on the hunt for the next activity to keep the high going, doing things that had you running from cops with a group of people you just met, or waking up somewhere new with no recollection of how you got there.

As you follow the group of people you just met into the local dive bar, you can only hope that whatever choices come next don’t involve a chase because you’re not sure your shoes can keep up. You don’t get a chance to take a look at the interior as you step in, an arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you in so someone can ask you a question.

“What are we drinking tonight?” His long blonde hair brushes against your face as he pulls back, staring down at you with a smile. You had met him when the show first started, apologizing to him when a shove from the crowd left you spilling your beer on his shoes. He had been friendly and easily welcomed you into the small group of friends he had with him, and that was all the convincing you needed to stick with them.

“Shots, always.” You wrap an arm around him too, laughing when he asks the rest of his friends and they all agree with you.

“Tequila?” he asks.

“Tequila.” With your confirmation he releases your shoulder and approaches the bar, ordering a round of shots for everyone. The chatter continues when he leaves, talking about the last band's set, laughing as you all shimmy into a torn up booth while you recall the guy that had managed to make it on stage even with a bloody nose.

Loud cheers erupt when he comes back balancing the shots impressingly well, some spillage happening as he sets them down and slides them around but everyone manages to claim a glass. “To Jace,” one of them yells out with a shot glass in the air, and you’re partially grateful because you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you.

“And to new friends,” he adds on, more cheers sounding out before everyone throws back their shots. The burn hits your throat instantly, making you shut your eyes as you take it in, not seeing when two stragglers walk in and join the party.

“I knew we’d find you bastards here.” Your eyes open back up, landing on the guys standing at the end of the booth, one of which you remember as the man on stage with the bloody nose. His face is all cleaned up now, smiling as if nothing had ever happened, long brown waves falling around his face. His lip ring catches your eye as you give him a once over while he talks to Jace, slowly scanning him, seeing the Sonic Youth shirt he has on, deciding then and there that he was cute and you’d be making it your personal mission to have him be your reckless decision of the night.

Well, until his friend speaks up and you know you’re in trouble. His hands cup the first boys face, black chipped nails squishing his cheek obnoxiously as he snickers. “We had to go clean up his face. Didn’t feel like digging through the crowd to find you guys again.”

You’re pretty sure your face spells it out for anyone who's looking at you, wide eyes caught in a trance as you look at him. His hair is blonde, dark roots barely peeking through, long tendrils falling against his cheek, allowing him to tuck strands behind his ear. He also has his lip pierced, two hoops on the right side, glimmering as he runs his tongue along them. An oversized green flannel is draped over him, allowing you a small glimpse of The Stooges shirt he had on.

“Got room for two more?” His question is directed at you, something you realize when you look back up at his face and see his eyes looking directly at you. It takes you a second to react, realizing you’re at the end of the booth, quickly nodding and scooching as far as you can to allow them both to shimmy in.

“More shots?” Jace asks, slaps on the table and cheers of yes being the only response he needs before he's stepping back out of the booth and heading back to the bar. As your eyes follow him to the right, they land on the boys next to you, seeing them both already staring at you with a look of curiosity on their faces.

“You’re a new face, aren’t you?” the blonde one asks, a grin growing on his lips. “Blink twice if someones blackmailing you to hang out with them here.” He inches closer, wide eyes focused on your own, trying not to laugh when you do your best not to blink.

“I’m here on my own free will. I spilled some beer on Jace so—“

“So he called it even by inviting you here? Sounds like blackmail to me.” The brunette laughs now, leaning forward to see you over his friend’s shoulder.

“I mean, is it really blackmail if I’m getting free shots out of it?”

“Oh shit, maybe Jace is the one getting blackmailed. Good strategy you have there. My name’s Taehyung.” The brunette extends his hand over, offering it to you for a quick shake with a warm smile on his face.

“I’m Jungkook,” the blonde next to you introduces himself too, placing his hand over Taehyung’s as you shake it, smiling when he hears you laugh.

“Y/N.” Your voice holds traces of amusement, eyes focusing on your hands when you feel Taehyung rub his thumb along your knuckles before they both pull away. “Do you guys go to shows together often?”

“Every week,” Jungkook laughs, a small smile on his face, only getting wider when Jace comes back with another round of shots, immediately snatching one for himself. “We’re always at The Smell, maybe we’ve run into each other.” Jungkook throws his shot back first, grimacing as he sets the glass back down.

“I don’t think so, I’d definitely remember meeting you both.”

“Oh, we’re totally worth remembering,” Taehyung chuckles, fingers tracing the edge of the shot glass, sending you a small smile when he looks your way. “And we’d definitely remember a pretty face like yours.” His words are smooth, spoken so confidently it makes a strange warmth blossom inside of you, leaving you with no choice but to look away as you try to hide your smile.

“Stop buttering me up and take your shot,” you mumble, trying desperately to deflect the way they were both so easily having an effect on you. It's clear they enjoy it, smirks growing on their faces, Taehyung chuckling under his breath as he finally lifts his own shot up and takes it, smacking his lips together when the alcohol burns his throat.

Jungkook settles back into the seat comfortably, observing you with a soft gaze as his fingers tap along the sticky tabletop, taking advantage of the fact that you were currently staring at Taehyung. His eyes trace your face while you do the same with his friend, following the strands that frame his face, nearly obscuring his eyes that shamelessly stare right back at you, going down the curve of his nose and seeing the slight swelling occurring on the side of it.

“How’s your nose?”

Taehyung smiles widely, his finger coming up to touch it before he wraps his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “All good now, Jungkookie grabbed some ice from the bar at the venue. I probably would’ve looked super busted if he hadn’t,” he coos, snickering when the blonde swats at him.

“What would you do without me?” Jungkook blows him a kiss, turning to look at you when he hears you giggle.

“You two seem close,” you laugh, leaning forward onto the table, seeing the way they both stare you down.

“Super close. We do everything together,” Taehyung mumbles, dropping his hand and reaching forward until his fingers are tapping along your own shot glass. Your eyes fall onto his hand, seeing the way he traces along the rim of it, following it up as he raises the glass and brings it towards your mouth. “Bottoms up.”

His eyes are glued to yours as you open up your lips, biting down onto his bottom lip as he tilts the shot glass into your mouth. Jungkook smirks when he sees the slight daze you’re in, head leaning back as the liquor fills your mouth, finally swallowing it down when the last drop hits your tongue.

“Good girl,” Jungkook murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb wiping away the small trace still lingering by your lips.

If they were trying to wrap you around their fingers it was working, their heated stares and lingering hands are all you can think about as the night progresses. You had already decided that you’d be making both of them your reckless decision for tonight, but that only gets more solidified the longer you speak to them.

A little further into the night, you end up huddled near the bar corner, the neon glow of the jukebox illuminating Taehyung’s face as he sorts through the options displayed inside. Jungkook is a few feet away, fully immersed in the classic game of pinball, fingers slamming into the buttons and making the machine rattle with each point he racks up.

“There we go,” Taehyung mutters out, tongue peeking out between his teeth as he presses his song of choice. The starting riff of Zero by The Smashing Pumpkins starts to fill the bar, his head bobbing along to the beat as he turns to stare at you with a satisfied smirk. “Wanna go for a ride?” he sings along, giving you a sly wink as he inches closer. His large hand finds its way up your neck with ease, gently touching your skin as his thumb just barely reaches your lower lip, his face nearing yours until your lips are just about to touch. Right when you think you’ll finally get a taste, he steps away, leaving you standing there as you release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Play with us,” Jungkook calls out, his voice pulling you out of your small daze. As you turn to stare at him, you see the slight pull of his lips, knowing exactly how his words sound. His eyebrow cocks up as he leans over the pinball machine, gently testing the waters, wanting to know just how far you’re willing to go. Taehyung is standing on the side of the machine, leaning back against the wall, dark eyes analyzing you through the dim lighting. A similar smile tugs at his lips when you make your way over to Jungkook.

“You’re gonna have to show me the ropes.” Your voice is steady despite the thumping of your heart, racing in excitement. You know exactly what game they're playing, a little bit grateful for it because it made it easier for you to get what you wanted out of tonight.

Jungkook stands up straighter, hands raking through his blonde strands, his cute bunny teeth making a full appearance as he smiles while he takes a small step back from the machine. “Don’t worry, I got you. C’mere.”

You slot into place easily, a bit of space between you and the machine in front of you. The same couldn’t be said about the distance between you and Jungkook, feeling the warmth radiating off of him as his chest presses into your back. His face lowers beside yours as he hunches closer, lips just shy of your ears, allowing you to hear the small breath he takes in when you subtly press back into him. He plays coy as his hands slide down your arms, gently guiding them to the right spots.

“Okay, what do I do?” His cheek presses into the side of your head at your question, another smile gracing his face as he brings your hand down to the pull lever right by your hip. Your fingers curl around the handle, feeling his hand close over your own and start to tug it back.

“There’s no method to the madness. You just have to find the right rhythm.” His voice sounds low, gently spoken beside your ear, close enough for you to feel his breath tickling your skin. The resounding smack of the ball being flung as he fully yanks back the lever makes you jump slightly, completely unfocused to what was actually happening in the game he was meant to be teaching you. You could care less about the tiny metal ball bouncing around, not paying attention to each ding sounding off when he managed to score whatever points were needed. All you could focus on was the way his hips pressed into yours, getting closer until you were fully sandwiched between him and the machine.

“Are you paying attention?” he mumbles, a soft laugh lacing each syllable, his chin resting on your shoulder. His hands still encompass your own, fingers guiding you to press the button on the side that controls the different areas.

“Yes,” you sigh, gently biting down on your lower lip when he rocks forward under the guise of trying to save the ball. The machine continues to ding, red numbers glowing up top to showcase just how well Jungkook was doing in teaching you.

“I don’t think you are.” Taehyung chuckles, head tilting slightly as he stares at you and his best friend. Jungkook knows what he’s doing, the way his eyes glimmer with mischief as he continues playing makes it obvious. “I think your mind is occupied with something else. You wanna share?”

“Go on, tell us,” Jungkook whispers, lips trailing beside your ear. Your whole body warms up as Taehyung steps closer, his hands coming to rest on the side of the machine, a curious smile on his face as he waits for your response. “Or do you want us to guess?”

“Guess.” Your head tilts to the side as you glance back, your face an inch away from Jungkook’s, seeing how he glances from your eyes down to your lips. His hands slowly pull away from yours, a small tsk of disapproval coming from him when you try to move your own away.

“No, no. Keep playing.” You replace your hands, doing a shittier job without Jungkook’s help but that clearly doesn’t matter anymore. Your eyes stare down at the glowing game, the flashing lights blurring together, your mind going fuzzy as you feel Jungkook’s hands slide up your thighs. His fingers trace the pockets of your jeans, slowly inching higher until he feels the sliver of skin of your stomach, slipping under the hem of your cropped tee. “I know you’re thinking about me. About us. Am I right?”

His fingers tickle your skin, making you squirm against him, a small smile spreading on your lips. “Yes,” you breathe out, the metallic clanking of the ball blending in with the next song playing on the jukebox.

“And what are we doing?” Taehyung speaks now, tongue gently playing with his lip ring, his eyes landing on Jungkook’s hands. His teasing touches get a little bolder, slipping higher up your shirt until he reaches right underneath your boob, fingertips tracing along your skin. “Touching you? Just like Jungkook is?”

“No, you’re doing way more than that.” They both chuckle now, Jungkook’s hands sliding back down to firmly grip your hips, pulling them right back into his own, letting you feel the slowly growing bulge against his jeans.

“We can make that happen. Right Tae?”

Taehyung’s standing right beside you now, his hand reaching up to gently lift your chin up, half lidded eyes looking down at you as he inches closer, his lips ghosting over your own. “Definitely. She just has to say the word. Are you gonna let us share you, baby?”

You feel trapped, in the best way possible. Jungkook’s fingers dig into your skin, his lips brushing against your hair, Taehyung slowly tilting your head higher until you’re closing the distance between you. He hums softly against your lips, hands gliding along your jaw until he’s cupping the side of your neck and deepening the kiss. His lip ring feels cool against you, savoring the feeling, taking it a step further as your tongue teasingly swipes against his lip. He chuckles as he feels it, pulling away with a small string of spit connecting your lips.

“You have to use your words. Doesn’t she Jungkookie?”

Jungkook’s hand releases your hip, coming up to grip your cheeks and turn your head to face him. His eyes fall on the way your lips glimmer, the small sheen of the kiss you just shared with Tae lingering on your skin. “What do you say?”

Your gaze falls onto his own lips too, staring at the two hoops hugging his bottom lip, looking just as inviting as his friend’s did. “Share me,” you whisper, “do whatever you want with me.”

He smirks at that, nose scrunching up slightly before he’s leaning in and kissing you too. Jungkook’s kissing is slower than Taehyung, lips moving in a teasing manner, leaving you wanting more, a small gasp spilling out of your mouth when he gently bites on your lower lip, tugging it back before letting it go. “Just needed to have a taste too. Let's go?”

Everything seems to blur together after you nod in agreement, Taehyung leading the way out with Jungkook still glued behind you as his hands continue to roam your body. You barely register Jace asking where you’re all going, barely paying any attention to anything other than the feeling of Jungkook kissing your neck, letting Taehyung say whatever he wants to him before he’s grabbing both your hands and pulling you out of the bar entirely.

Nothing seems to slow down until you’re crawling into the backseat of Taehyung’s car, giggling as Jungkook clambers in behind you, his grabby hands landing a playful smack onto your butt as Tae settles into the driver’s seat.

“How far are we?” you breathe out, leaning back into the seat as you stare at him through the rear mirror.

“15 minutes. 10 if I’m determined enough.” You hum in response, gently biting your bottom lip as your hand trails along the seat, slowly closing the distance between you and Jungkook. The blonde boy stares down at the movement, watching with curiosity as your fingers trace the pocket seams of his jeans, inching closer until they’re ghosting the growing bulge at the front.

“Take your time Tae, she’ll have her hands occupied.” Jungkook wears a proud smile as he stares at you, eyes flickering back to his jeans when he feels you eagerly tugging at the zipper.

“And mouth,” you giggle, squealing when Taehyung suddenly accelerates the car, clearly in a haste to get home. Taehyung’s hands grip the steering wheel tight, knuckles paling as he hears everything. He doesn’t need to look back to know exactly what was happening, can hear it clearly as Jungkook groans out, the messy sound of you spitting onto his cock, the soft curses spilling out of his friend’s mouth when you finally wrap your mouth around him. It takes all of his self control to not run any red lights and even more of it to not pull over into some random dark street to join in. He wanted to properly enjoy this and no way in hell would three people crammed in the back seat be fun.

“Feel good?” you whisper, eyes fluttering up at Jungkook, lips shiny and looking enticing as you smirk. Your hands are slick with spit, helping your palm glide up to jerk him off as you playfully kiss his swollen tip, tongue flicking against it to collect the beads of precum dripping out.

“So good,” he hisses out, hand reaching forward to cup your cheek tenderly. His mouth drops open, the prettiest moaning spilling out when you sink back down, cheeks hollowed out as you suck. “So fucking good”

You laugh around his cock, teasing vibrations making him shiver as he melts into the seats, hips gently rutting up as best as he could, desperately needing more. That’s when his eyes roam upwards, locking onto Taehyung’s eyes, seeing the slight pinch between his eyebrows as he meets his gaze.

“Feeling left out?” Jungkook jokes, head tilting to the side, eyes fluttering shut when you continue bobbing your head, tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“A little, yeah.” Taehyung can’t look away now, even as the light turns green, a light laugh escapes him when he realizes how badly he wishes he could switch places with Jungkook right now. The slurps and muffled gags coming from the back let him know just how determined you were to make Jungkook feel good, and it was making his own cock throb in his jeans.

“We’re almost at our place, then you’ll let him feel how good your mouth is, right baby?” You hum against his length and Jungkook moans again, head falling back against the headrest, sending Taehyung a wink before his hand comes to rest on your head.

“I can give him a taste right now,” you giggle as you pull off of Jungkook, turning to look at Taehyung with a devious smile. “Should I hop into the passenger seat and have some fun with you?”

“Unless you’re trying to kill us all you better not. I’ll be patient, baby.” The rasp in his voice shows how badly he’s fighting himself as he turns you down, his foot pressing harder into the gas, flying through the street as you laugh and resume your antics. He doesn’t feel bad as he parks horribly into the first spot he finds, doesn’t care when he yanks open the back door—seeing you with a mouth full of Jungkook's cock—and pulls you out, because his only goal is getting you all into the apartment.

“Someone's not as patient as they said,” you snort, leaning back into his touch as you step into their place. Taehyung’s arms are wrapped around you, hooked around your stomach as he leans forward and kisses your neck gently. Jungkook stumbles in a few feet behind, still trying to adjust himself in his jeans as he enters his place too.

“It’s not nice being left out,” he mumbles into your skin, hands gliding across your body, fingers playing with the button of your jeans for a moment before gliding down your thighs in a teasing motion.

“Yeah? Want me to make it up to you?” Your hands reach behind you, gliding up his thighs until your fingers are gently tracing the bulge in his jeans, hearing the soft hiss he lets out against your ear.

“Yeah,” he rasps out, smiling as his eyes meet Jungkook’s. “But we need to give Jungkook a taste of his own medicine.”

“Oh?” you breathe out, your own gaze landing on Jungkook, seeing the way he stands a few feet away with a smirk on his lips. His eyes twinkle with something you can’t exactly pinpoint, not until Taehyung speaks once more.

“Jungkook likes to watch, so I guess it’s not really punishment.” You can feel Taehyung’s smile against your neck as he presses another soft kiss to your skin before trailing back up until his lips are ghosting your ear. “Are you okay with that?”

A shaky breath escapes you at his words, nodding slowly while Jungkook’s smile widens. “Yes.”

You can only imagine how often they do this from how smoothly they both move, Taehyung’s hands roaming your body while he kisses your neck as he leads you to his bedroom. Before you know it you’re dropping back onto his bed, resting on your elbows, feeling the mattress sinking around you as he kneels between your legs, large hands cupping your jaw as he slots your lips together. The tinge of alcohol is still present on your tongues and as you deepen the kiss your nose bumps into his and he hisses softly.

“Sorry,” you whisper out with a giggle, feeling him tilt your head up to properly stare at him. His eyes look dark now, half lidded as his thumb rubs your bottom lip with a small smirk on his face. He only shakes his head in response before kissing you once more, lips softly trailing down your jaw and neck, pushing you back until you’re flat on his bed.

A gasp hits the air as he starts to suck on your skin, his large palms gliding up your stomach until he’s sliding under your shirt. Your hands instinctively find his head, fingers grabbing his hair as he continues down.

A creak from the side grabs your attention, eyes panning over until you meet Jungkook’s stare. He’s sat on a small velvet chair off to the side, leaning forward with his hands resting off of his knees, a small tilt to his head as he watches it all unfold. When Taehyung manages to push your shirt up, lips ghosting your skin until his tongue is gently flicking over your nipple and a choked moan spills from your mouth, you see the way Jungkook swallows and readjusts in his seat.

“I told you he likes to watch,” Taehyung rasps out, lips shiny with saliva, a smile spreading on his face as his eyes meet Jungkook’s before looking back at you. “Do you want to watch him touch himself?”

Excitement flares up within you at his question, a quick nod of your head being the only response you can actually give, hearing Taehyung chuckle. “Well, there needs to be a bit more happening before he gets there. Ask him what he wants to see, baby.” His mouth returns to your skin, continuing its path down your body in open mouth kisses that have goosebumps spreading as a chill runs through you.

“W-what do you want to see Jungkook?” you gasp out, eyes locked onto the blonde boy and seeing how his tongue prods against his cheek.

“I wanna see him make you cum. I bet you’d look really pretty, and I have front row seats.” He smiles now as he settles back into the chair, eyes moving to see Taehyung’s hands slowly start to unbutton your jeans. “Let me see him fuck you.”

You can’t help the whimper that you let out at his tone, his eyes lighting up with desire when you nod in agreement. He bites down on his lower lip when you raise up your hips, letting Taehyung pull your pants down as you yank your top fully off, a small pile of your shoes and clothes joining the floor before he kisses your thighs.

Your body shivers as Taehyung’s palms glide between your thighs, gently spreading them apart as he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your mound. “Taehyung,” you gasp out as his tongue licks along your slit, his eyes falling shut as he hums in satisfaction. “I want you to fuck me, please.”

The vibrations of his laughter is felt against your skin, his mouth gently wrapped around your clit as his tongue teasingly flicks against the bundle of nerves for a brief moment. “Hm, you’re impatient. I wanted to get a good taste of you. You really wanna see Jungkook touch himself huh?”

“Maybe,” you laugh, not an ounce of shame in your voice as you stare at Taehyung, giggling when he gently nips at your inner thigh. You don’t realize how exposed you really are until Taehyung leans back, standing up from the bed, still fully clothed. The only article of clothing Jungkook had taken off was his flannel, tossed to the side, exposing his arms which you hadn’t noticed were covered in tattoos. Their eyes look hungry as they take you in, eagerly roaming your body like you were their next meal and you love every minute of it.

“Show me what I wanna see too, Jungkook,” you breathe out, slowly turning over in bed to properly look at him. His eyes trail over the curve of your hip when you turn over, following the slope of your ass when you arch your back as you lean across the bed towards him on your hands and knees. His smirk deepens now, hands going to the button of his jeans, slowly undoing them and sliding down the zipper.

“Give her what she wants and I will too,” Taehyung chuckles out, finally tugging off his shirt and jeans, the pile of clothes growing on the floor. As you look behind your shoulder, you see him kneel back on the bed, a shiny condom wrapper in his hand. A few tattoos litter his body, random patchwork style pieces on his stomach and arms. He sends you a wink as he rips it open, slowly sliding it on his cock with a soft sigh, his eyes focusing on the beautiful position you’re in.

His hands slide down your back, gripping your hips before sliding down the curve of your ass and dipping between your thighs. As his fingers trail along your entrance, he hums in pleasure when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten already. “I wanted to stretch you out first for me,” he groans as he wraps his hand around his length, circling the tip around your entrance.

“I’ll be fine,”’you sigh out, arching your back further, focusing on the way Jungkook pulls his own cock out of his pants, already hard and leaking precum. “You’ll take care of me.”

Taehyung smiles at that, slowly pushing his hips forward until he’s sinking into your heat. His mouth drops open at the feeling, your walls fluttering around his length as they adjust to his size, his hands gripping your hips. “We’ll take good care of you baby.”

You mewl underneath him, eyes falling shut as he fills you up, each inch making your hands clutch the sheets. You probably should’ve let him take the time to stretch you out properly, not realizing just how big he was until now. But once Jungkook noisily spits into his palm, rubbing along the head of his cock before spreading the mixture of precum and saliva down his length, you decide its worth it.

“Fuck,” you moan out when he finally bottoms out, hips flush against your ass, fingers dimpling the skin of your hips. “I feel so full.”

Jungkook groans out at that, slowly pumping himself as he settles back into his seat. All he could focus on was the look of pleasure on your face, how you seemed to tremble, already overwhelmed with the feeling when Taehyung had just begun.

Another shaky moan escapes you as Taehyung pulls back, giving you a second to prepare before he’s thrusting forward once more, setting a slow pace to allow you to adjust to his size. “Jungkook wants to see you cum baby. Let’s give him a show.”

Jungkook seems pleased at that, the slow jerk of his hand speeding up to match Taehyung’s thrusts, a hiss of pleasure spilling out of him as he tightens his grip on himself. The sounds of skin smacking together blends in with the wet thump of his palm and the pretty moans you let out.

It’s like all your senses are heightened, the touch of Taehyung’s palm on your back makes you jolt, allowing him to guide you further down until your chest is fully pressed into the sheets, ass perfectly arched in a visual that Jungkook appreciates. Each jagged breath the boys release hits your ears, the slow brewing pleasure warming you up from the inside, leaving you crying out with each thrust.

“Feel good?” Taehyung grunts out, licking his lips as he quickens the pace, feeling the way your walls tighten further around him. He knew the answer already, could see the way your arousal was pooling around the base of his cock, dripping down your thighs and making a mess of his sheets. They must have really hit the jackpot with you if you were already enjoying yourself this much.

“So good,” you mumble out, beginning to rut back into him, feeling him deeper than before. With each thrust he gives you feel him brush against the sweet patch inside you, something he catches on to the second he feels the way you gush around his cock. “Oh fuck, right there.”

“Yeah?” He fucks you with precision, making sure to hit the right spot each time, a wicked smile on his lips when you slur out another curse word, burying your face into the sheets. That just wouldn’t do, not when his best friend wanted to see your pretty face. “No no, baby. Remember, Jungkook wants to see you.”

A choked moan fills the air as Taehyung reaches forward, large palm collecting your hair into his grip and tugging back until you have no choice but to lift yourself up again. The pressure on your scalp makes your whole body tingle, brows pinched together as your hand reaches back to grip his wrist, softly rubbing his skin to let him know this was okay.

“Such a pretty girl,” Jungkook moans out, jaw slack as his eyes roam your body, thumb teasingly rubbing against his slit when you mewl at his compliment. Something about the hungry look in his eyes as he takes you in makes your breath hitch, a trail of fire traveling down your body with his gaze, nearly crying when his eyes focus on the visual of Taehyungs cock fucking into you, and suddenly Taehyung’s free hand was circling around you to reach your sensitive clit.

“Oh my god,” you moan out, shaky and oh so desperate it sends a chill down Jungkook’s spine, his fist slowing down as he leans forward and lets a glob of spit land on the head of his cock before he’s spreading it down his length. You weren’t sure what to focus on anymore, your heart racing in your chest as your eyes tried to take in the sight of Jungkook, ears perking up with each rough breath Taehyung let out by your ear.

“You’re doing so well,” he groans out, gently kissing the side of your head, hips never slowing down. “I'm close baby, but I wanna feel you cum around me first.” Something about his tone makes your insides melt, a slight whine to his words that show just how much he was truly enjoying it. It leaves you only able to respond with a shaky nod, already teetering so close to the edge with the way his deft fingers were circling your clit.

A deeper moan spills out of him when your walls start to tighten further, his jaw clenched together as the pleasure flowed through him. He’d be lying if he said they didn’t do this often, but tonight felt like such a special treat, and he was already hoping it wouldn’t come to an end. With the way your moans get breathier, trailing off as you slur out that you’re close, he knows he can’t prolong this further so he chooses to remember it as best as he can.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as your mouth drops open. Your body tensing first, bracing for the release that felt so close you could practically taste it. Taehyung wasn’t far behind, thrusts becoming more shallow, quicker bursts of energy that left stars flashing behind your lids. Soft words of praise are whispered in your ear, begging you to cum, quickening the tight circles around your swollen clit, fingers coated in your wetness.

“Cum for us Y/N,” Jungkook groans out, hungry gaze locked onto your body. That’s the final straw, your orgasm washing over you in waves, walls spasming around Taehyung’s cock as you milked his own orgasm from him. He curses under his breath at the feeling, hand gently releasing your hair as your ride your climax, dropping back down to rest your face in the sheets and clutch on to them while he fucked you through it.

The hold he has on your hips makes you wince slightly, already knowing you’ll bruise, but when you weakly turn your head to look back, the sight of him makes it all worth it. The prettiest pout is on his face, brows pinched together as he moans out your name, eyes focused on the messy view between your thighs. All it takes is a few more thrusts before he’s cumming too, hips flush against yours as he relishes in the feeling.

It feels like you can barely register what's happening as you come down from euphoria, thighs trembling as he pulls out of you, eyes slowly roaming the room before you’re glancing to the side, surprised to see Jungkook sat on the chair with his cock still hard while his hand firmly gripped the base of it.

“You didn’t—you didn’t cum,” you manage to breathe out, a cute pout of disappointment on your lips that makes him grin as he releases his cock. Your eyes lock in on his palm, how its shiny with spit and precum, the same precum that was currently beading on the head of his cock, still aching for his release.

“Watching you was just the warm up. I wanna feel you properly, need to know how your pussy feels when you cum around me. Then I’ll cum.” He’s leaning forward now, resting his elbows on his knees as he analyzes your face. You look absolutely disheveled, and if you were tapping out after just having Taehyung that would be completely fine with him. He knew how to handle himself, already knowing you definitely wouldn’t mind watching him put on a show for you too. But as Taehyung moves around behind you, crawling on the bed until his back is resting against the headboard, hands beckoning you over to lay against him, Jungkook sees the way your face lights up with excitement at continuing this.

“Mm, what are you waiting for then?” Your lips pull into a smirk as you lift yourself up, crawling over to Taehyung and giggling as he grabs your hips and maneuvers you just the way they want you. Jungkook just watches on with a smile, hooded eyes trailing down your body, seeing Taehyung’s hands wrap around your waist as he lays you flat against his chest, your tits rising with each breath, legs slowly sliding open until he’s granted the beautiful sight between them. He damn near groans when he sees the mess between your thighs, a sheen of wetness coating your skin, pussy already swollen from Taehyung’s cock, ready for more.

Jungkook gets up now, finally fully taking off his clothes, tossing them without a care as he reaches the end of the bed. You take this moment to properly drool over him, seeing the dark tattoos marking his arms, trailing down onto his stomach, perfectly adorning his abs. The cherry on top is the shiny silver hoop latched in his bellybutton, something you definitely did not expect him to have—and you also didn’t expect to find it this hot.

“What's got you so dazed sweetheart?” Jungkook chuckles, kneeling onto the bed and slowly crawling over to you.

“I’m just really hoping this isn’t some sick dream and I’m actually passed out at that dirty ass bar.” You feel Taehyung’s chest rumble with a laugh behind you, his hands gently tracing along your stomach, making goosebumps spread on your skin.

“No, it’s definitely not a dream,” Jungkook sighs, a charming smile on his lips when he finally reaches you. His hands softly trail up your legs, making their way up your body. That’s when one of Taehyung’s hands leaves your waist, reaching to the side before he’s handing Jungkook something. Excitement blooms inside you once more when Jungkook grabs the condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth, his ego growing slightly when he sees just how locked in you are.

Your teeth bite down on your lower lip as he grabs his cock, slowly rolling the condom on with a soft sigh before looking back at you and giving you a wink. His hands land on your thighs once more, pushing them further apart so he could properly slot between them, a satisfied hum escaping him at his point of view.

“Keep them spread like this for me,” he murmurs out, thumb rubbing along your thigh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” Taehyung kisses the side of your head before his hands reach down and grip your thighs, successfully spreading them open. A squeal leaves your mouth at the action,, and the way Jungkook’s face lights up makes your cheeks burn, feeling way more exposed than before.

You can only hold your breath as he inches forward, feeling the weight of his cock resting on top of your folds, the wetness from the condom sending a shiver down your spine. He hums under his breath as he slowly thrusts forward, nudging against your sensitive clit and chuckling when you gasp.

“Jungkook,” you groan, hands reaching out to grip onto his shoulders. “Don’t tease me, please.”

He lets your arms pull him closer, his eyes falling onto your lips, seeing the small pout etched onto them and he just has to kiss it away.

“Sorry, you’re right,” he mumbles against your lips, kissing them once more and pulling back slightly. His gaze is locked onto yours as he grabs his cock, leading it to your entrance, seeing the way your eyes widen as he starts to push into you.

Taehyung soothes you with his touch when you moan out, mumbling praise into your ear as Jungkook sinks further into you. You had already been stretched out, but Jungkook’s cock was thicker than Taehyung’s was, making a home between your walls with a pleasurable burn.

“Fuck,” you groan, nails digging into his shoulders when his hips press flush against yours. Jungkook hisses when your walls flutter around his length, jaw dropping open as he looks down to where you two connect, slowly pulling back before thrusting forward.

“It’s like you were made for us,” he moans, picking up his speed, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep your body from jostling up the bed. Jungkook honestly isn’t sure how long he’ll last, he had been purposefully edging himself the entire time he watched Taehyung fuck you, letting himself get a small taste before pulling away. Now that your warmth is enveloping him and your whimpers are filling the air, he knows his orgasm is gonna creep up on him.

“I think so too,” you giggle, your hands trailing up his shoulders and up his neck, tangling your fingers into his long hair and giving it a gentle tug. “I’m gonna need you both to fuck me like this all the time.”

Taehyung chuckles behind you, his own eyes focusing on the view of Jungkook’s cock splitting you open. “Oh we can definitely do that,” he murmurs into your hair, spreading your thighs further apart and relishing in the mewl you let out as Jungkook reaches further inside of you.

“Are you sure you can handle us all the time, baby? You make it so hard, we won’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves if you let us, and I don’t think you can keep up.” You’re not sure you can keep up either, you were barely holding it together after Taehyung made you cum, and being sandwiched between them both now was making you feel light headed in the best way possible. Yet they seemed ready to keep going, surely prepared for as many rounds as you’d be willing.

“Don’t care,” you whine out at a particular roll of his hips, pulling him closer to you, focusing on the glint of his lip rings as he swipes his tongue over them. “You make me feel so good, you can do whatever you want to me.”

It's the feeling of your second orgasm that has you speaking deliriously, spewing out the first things that come to mind—but you know you mean it. Taehyung and Jungkook could have you any way they pleased.

Jungkook seems to like what you said, a groan spilling out before he’s crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. It was dangerous for you to say things like that to him, to sound so open and willing in that breathy tone, he would take it and run with it. As your fingers gently rake through his hair, all he can think about is every single scenario he could possibly have you like this. With a swipe of your tongue against his lip rings, he’s picturing you bent over the living room couch, sucking off Taehyung as he fucked you from behind and he has to stop himself before be gets too carried away.

He fucks you harder now, steady rocks of his hips making your body jostle against Taehyung’s, moaning into your mouth as you yank his hair back and bite onto his lower lip. His eyes are lidded as they stare at you, breathing heavily as his mind starts to cloud over, lower lip shiny with spit as you let it snap back. You’re positive you look just as lust crazed as him, pupils blown out, skin tacky with sweat, heart hammering in your chest as sparks of pleasure exploded with each thrust.

“Wanna cum,” you mumble out, breath hitching as he rolls his hips, angling them just right to hit your gspot, smirking when he knows he’s found it. His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb swiping your cheek with tenderness that didn’t match his thrusts.

“Mm, I wanna feel you. C’mon baby.” His voice is raspy, a slight whine at the end that has your walls fluttering around him.

“I think she needs help,” Taehyung chuckles, grabbing your hands and moving it to replace his own, keeping your thighs nice and spread while his long fingers slither down your torso. You wait with baited breath as he trails them down, a throaty moan filling the air as they meet your clit once more. “Just like that right?”

Jungkook laughs under his breath at Taehyung’s teasing tone, finger rubbing at your bottom lip, eyes sparkling when your tongue swipes at it before you’re wrapping your lips around his thumb and sucking. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he rasps out, the wet squelch of his cock fucking into you mixing with the creaking of the bed.

Your stomach hiccups as you moan around his finger, body writhing around as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you. Taehyung knows exactly what to do to push you closer to the edge, fingers slick with your arousal as he circles your clit, his other arm draped across your stomach to hold you in place. You warble out another moan when he presses down onto your lower stomach, turning your mind into mush when the pressure lets you feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock prodding against you.

“Oh shit,” he marvels, eyes wide as he looks down at his palm before meeting Jungkook’s stare. “This is so fucking hot.”

Without a second thought, Jungkook pulls his finger out of your mouth, quickly bringing his own palm beside Taehyung’s, jaw dropping open when he feels it himself, the coil in his stomach tightening up when your tummy bulges out every so slightly. “I told you, this pussy was made for us.” You whine out weakly at that, nodding along as you turn your head to the side. Jungkook doesn’t allow it though, hand grabbing your cheeks to turn you back to him. “You wanna see me cum yeah?” When you nod again, breathing heavy as your orgasm climbs up your spine, he smiles down at you. “Cum for me.”

Your eyes are locked onto his, fingers digging into your own thighs as the pleasure sets in, each flick of Taehyung’s fingers adding fire to the flame until it all boils over with a precise thrust from Jungkook. As his cock rubs along that spongy patch inside of you a gasp cuts into the air, your mouth dropping open as your body tenses up. Jungkook curses under his breath when your walls tighten around him, fucking you faster as you cream his cock.

Taehyung is relentless as he continues to rub circles around your clit, enjoying the way you whimper and spasm above him, knowing you enjoy it too much with the way you lean back into him.

“Just like fucking heaven,” Jungkook groans, leaning over you fully now as he lets himself get lost in the pleasure. His arms cage you in on either side as his hips move languidly, not at all afraid of being vocal as he whines out over how good you feel, making your stomach flip with each muttered praise.

As Taehyung finally retreats his hand you’re able to think properly, the slight haze clearing from your mind as you take in the sight of Jungkook above you. His hair's hanging down the sides of his face, thick brows pinched together to make the prettiest scowl you’ve ever seen. As your eyes trail down his body, they focus on the damn belly ring he has, seeing the way his abs contract with each thrust. That alone has you craving another round already.

“Give me what I want Jungkook,” you whisper out, purposefully tightening around him, rhythmic pulses that have him choking on his breath. He can only nod now, chest hiccuping as the familiar feeling starts to drape over him, making his skin tingle as his thrusts grow sloppy. Quick, shallow rolls of his hips have you mewling beneath him, releasing your thighs so you could wrap your legs around his hips, urging him even closer than before.

As his eyes lock into yours, seeing the dreamy look you have, it sends him over the edge. His hips stutter for a moment as his orgasm washes over him, a strained moan of your name reaching your ears as he cums into the condom before he’s delivering another burst of thrusts, milking his own orgasm to feel the pleasurable oversensitivity.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, hips coming to a stop deep inside of you. Your hands come up to cup his face, the both of you smiling before you start to giggle. The crinkles by his eyes deep as he joins in, leaning in to kiss you again, only pulling away as he pulls out of you.

“I’m gonna be so fucking sore,” you whine out as your legs drop back onto the mattress, squealing when Jungkook flips you over, making you face to face with Taehyung and that cheeky smile he has on.

“Jungkook’s really good at massages,” he sings out, his hand cupping your chin before he’s giving you a kiss as well. Your eyes fall shut as his lips move against yours, soft and gentle without the rush from before. Before you can pull away to call his bluff, Jungkook’s reaching forward and massaging your thighs, fingers expertly digging into your skin to rub out the sore muscles.

“Oh my god,” you moan against Taehyung’s lips, letting yourself turn to jelly against his chest as Jungkook’s hands travel further up your body, taking his sweet time.

“Tae told you we’d take good care of you,” Jungkook sighs as he reaches your shoulders, smiling when you groan out at the pressure. “He wasn’t lying.”

You laugh against Tae’s skin, “I don’t know, it feels like you guys are just buttering me up to go again.”

“Can we not just be trying to relax you?” Taehyung laughs out, beginning to grow comfortable with the position you’re in.

“That’d be a lot more believable if I couldn’t feel your boner against me.” Jungkook cackles at that, his hands coming to a stop as he drops his forehead to rest on your back, hearing both your laughs join in. As Taehyung tries to weakly defend himself he pulls away, properly disposing of the condom before coming back to sit beside his best friend.

“Taehyung’s boner aside, we’d really like it if you stayed the night.” He rakes his hair off his face, fiddling with his lip rings in a nervous manner that has your heart swooning. How he could look so shy after everything that had just transpired was a mystery to you. It’s a complete contrast to the confident smile Taehyung has, his hands coming up to play with your hair as he slouches further back against the headboard.

“Sure, on one condition.” They both perk up at that, leaning in to you with thoughtful faces. “We have to do this again tomorrow morning.”

The nerves are wiped off Jungkook entirely now, a smirk on his lips as he nods in agreement, watching with amusement when Taehyung flips you over, playfully rolling on top of you as he starts to kiss your neck. “Why wait until the morning, the nights still young,” he says between kisses, smiling as you scream out a laugh of his name.

As Jungkook looks through the window beside the headboard, he spots the sky beginning to turn colors as dawn approaches. With another glance towards you, he sees your eyes shut as you breathe out a moan when Taehyung gently sucks at the spot beneath your ear, your arm reaching out to paw at the bed until your palm is meeting Jungkook’s thigh. It’s almost comical how easily his body reacts to your touch, his cock twitching back to life as you give him a squeeze, pure trouble floating in your eyes when you open them up to stare at him.

Technically, it is tomorrow morning.

#jungkook smut #taehyung smut #new

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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luke and quinn’s relationship with media management reader and a blurb about when jack introduced them to each other pls

y/n is really close with luke and quinn! luke met her first when he attended the Devils vs Ducks game in december of 2019, and they hit it off really quickly! since she and Jack had quickly become best friends, he was adamant on introducing her to Luke, but he didn’t think they would get so close!

“y/n!” my head snapped up from the tweet i was drafting on the devils account, finding jack with a wide grin on his face. he was speed walking into my open office door, still dressed in his practice gear, with what appeared to be a teenage boy shyly trailing behind him.

“jacky. to what do i owe the pleasure?” i ask, quickly shutting the phone off and slipping it in my pocket.

“i wanted to introduce you to someone.” the smile has yet to leave his lips as he pulls the boy to stand next to him. “y/n/n, this is my brother, luke! luke, this is my new best friend, y/n.”

a shy, albeit awkward, smile adorns luke’s face as he holds his hand out for me to shake. i laugh, bypassing his hand to pull him into a hug instead.

“she’s a hugger, i should’ve warned ya.” jack chuckles as i pull away.

“it’s so nice to meet you!” i exclaim, cupping luke’s face with my hands and squishing his cheeks.

“oh, she does that too.” jack says. luke chuckles, raising his own hands to squish my cheeks in return.

“nice to meet you too.” luke replies through squished cheeks, his words coming out slightly mumbled. i smile wide as we both let our hands drop.

“oh i like you! i’m gonna keep you.” i tell him, making the boys laugh once more.

“he’s here for the game tonight! sitting behind the bench! he’s next to your usual seat.” jack informs me.

“oooh! seat buddies! i’ll point out all the times jack sticks his tongue out in concentration as he hops over onto the ice. and you can help me keep track of everyone’s penalty minutes! oh! and i’ll let you take tonight’s post photos! this is gonna be so much fun!”

luke’s eyes widen as i ramble, sharing a look with his brother. jack just nods his head solemnly, silently letting him know that i am indeed always this way.

“sounds great!” luke smiles, slinging an arm around my shoulders as i start walking out of the office, still rambling. jack stands back, watching us with furrowed brows as we talk.

y/n technically met quinn over facetime during the pandemic. but he provided her with advice, which made her immediately think of him as a big brother figure.

“hey, jack. you down for some street hockey?” a voice off-screen has me cutting off my rant, willing my tears to stop.

“hey, quinner. i’ll, uh- i’m in the middle of something, do you mind giving me a few minutes?” jack says, and i recognize the nickname for his brother, putting 2 and 2 together.

“oh, no, jacky, go hang out with your brothers!” i tell him, my voice raspy from my crying. “you don’t need to sit here and listen to me cry over something so stupid.”

“is that y/n?” the voice off-screen asks, making me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. i sniffle, wiping at my runny nose with the sleeve of my hoodie.

“yeah. hey, maybe you can talk some sense into her. c’mere.” jack replies. my eyes widen as quinn plops down on jacks bed next to him, his face coming into the camera view.

“hi. i’m quinn.” his introduction is short and precise, but i appreciate it. “you okay?”

“hi quinn, i’m y/n. although it sounds like you already knew that.” i say, wiping at my wet cheeks. “i’m okay.”

“no, she’s not.” jack chimes in. i roll my eyes at his directness. “tell him whats wrong, y/n/n.”

“yeah, what’s going on?” quinn’s voice is oddly soothing. i can tell he’s keeping it soft in order to be comforting.

“it’s just my stupid boyfriend.” i roll my eyes at myself as fresh tears start to flow.

“what did he do?” quinn asks, his eyes soften as i let out a silent sob. jack seems to understand that i’m unable to speak through my sobs, so he takes over for me.

“she’s been dating this guy for a couple months and she just found out that he has another girlfriend.” jack explains.

“shit, he was cheating on you with this other girl?” quinn’s question makes me cry even harder and jack sighs.

“no.” i manage to say through my cries.

“i’m slightly confused then.” quinn admits.

“he’s been with this other girl for over a year. y/n was the other girl.” jack whispers, obviously hoping i wouldn’t hear but i still did.

“oh.”

“she doesn’t even care that much about the fact that he cheated, she didn’t really like him very much anyways-”

“jack!” i cut him off, but jack ignores me.

“she’s more upset that she was unknowingly the catalyst in someone’s relationship. she doesn’t like the idea of the other girl hating her.”

“i see.” quinn nods. “and you had no idea he had a girlfriend?”

“no idea. he didn’t act like he did! and despite what jack said, he did seem like a good guy! my heart just wasn’t in the relationship. which might make me seem like a bitch for staying with him but i swear i was already planning on breaking up with him!”

“hey.” quinn coos, effectively calming down my anxious rambles. “i don’t think you’re a bitch for staying with him. and as for the other stuff. you didn’t know, y/n. you can’t hold his mistakes against yourself. he’s the one who cheated, not only on his long-term girlfriend, but on you as well. did you contact her and tell her after you found out?”

“yeah.” i sniffle again. “i dm’d her on instagram. she thanked me for letting her know and told me she didn’t hold it against me since i didn’t know. but i know how girls are. we hold grudges, even if we don’t show it.”

“you can’t let yourself overthink, y/n. she said she doesn’t hold it against you. she even thanked you for telling her. i promise, she has no reason to hate you. you are not the one who fucked up. he is.”

it’s all the same stuff jack told me, but it hit different coming from someone with an outside perspective.

“can you adopt me?” were the first words that left my mouth after a few deep breaths. my heart rate was finally seemingly normal and i could feel my anxiety melting away after quinn’s speech.

quinn just laughs, along with his brother.

“i don’t think our age gap is quite steep enough for that. but i’ll have jack text you my number, and if you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to me.”

#faithlynn speaks 🪐#media management au!#media management series <3 #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #nj devils #new jersey devils

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mountttmase · 1 year

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A Mountain To Climb - Part Four

Note - Happy Wednesday, thank you all for your kind comments on the last chapter I hope you all like this one too 💙 and as always feedback is appreciated 😉

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

Master List

Mason sent through the address within the hour and you had a quick nosey at where it was. The house was huge, on a private road surrounded by other huge houses, and it was a far cry from you little one bed flat.

You’d told yourself you weren’t going, but it didn’t stop you from thinking about what you might have to wear if you did go, remembering you’d bought a cute lacey corset top to wear when you went to Leeds but you’d ended up taking something else.

You carried on with life, not hearing from Mason again until Friday lunchtime when you felt your phone buzz as a text came through.

You read the text over a few times, guilt washing over you at the fact he wanted to see you and you weren’t planning on being there. Every interaction with this boy seemed to chip away at you and you were soon texting your best friend Freya to help you.

No more than three minutes later and your phone was ringing, a cute picture of the pair of you filling your screen and you smiled as you picked up.

‘Hey frey’

‘Who have I got to kill?’ She said sternly and you burst out laughing at her protectiveness.

‘No one yet, I just need to rant at you about something and no matter what you feel, I need you to tell me I’m right okay? cause that’s what friends do’

‘Hit me with it’ she quipped and you started on your long rant about how you’d ended up here. You hadn’t mentioned to her when you’d made it back to her flat about getting stuck in a lift with Mason so she was shocked when you gave her the low down of what happened that night but she let you rant how you hadn’t managed to shake him off and now you were contemplating seeing him again that night.

Freya knew you like the back of her hand. You’d been best friends since you were five and she knew what you were thinking before you’d even thought it, so to hear you now taking like this about a boy shocked her. But she was secretly happy for you, not having heard you speak this way in a long time.

‘Well, I’m gonna have to go against girl code here, babe’ she told you and you huffed in annoyance.

‘No no no, you promised to tell me I was right’

‘And any other time I would, but come on, y/n. When was the last time you took a bit of a risk and let someone in?’

‘That’s the point, I don’t. But he’s getting under my skin and I barely know him’

‘When was the last time you saw him?’

‘At the weekend. I don’t know Frey I just feel safer texting him cause then I can convince myself he’s not real’

‘So you don’t want to see him again?’ She asked and you took a second before you answered even though you knew the answer straight away.

‘No, I do’ you breathed and you could hear her chuckle down the line.

‘So do it. Doll yourself up and go see your man’

‘He’s not my man’ you groaned before you both burst into a fit of giggles.

The rest of the day was spent finishing up work before ordering yourself some food. You were in two minds about tonight and Masons message still sat unanswered in you phone but there was no way you were responding now. You’d just hopped out of the shower when something inside you snapped, then and there deciding you were going to go. It’s not everyday you get invited to a fancy house party with gorgeous footballers, so why not make the most of it.

You quickly got dressed in a pair of baggy jeans before throwing on some heels and the corset top to show off your figure. You didn’t spend too long on your hair and make up but by the time you’d made it to Masons friends house it was around 10:45pm.

As soon as you got out of the Uber you wanted to crawl back inside and go home but he drove off pretty quickly, leaving you on your own to walk up the drive to the door. No one was outside but you could tell there was something going on from where you were and you hoped the doorbell was loud enough for someone to hear.

In the end it didn’t matter though, the front door opening and a guy around your age walking out looking down at his phone, doing a double take as he heard your shoes on the gravel path. You gave him a friendly smile and you noticed him give you a once over before smiling back.

‘You okay?’ He questioned and you nodded shyly at him. ‘Do I know you?’

‘Uh no, my names y/n. Mason invited me’ you told him and his face instantly changed to a knowing look as he smiled wider at you.

‘Ah, I was beginning to think he’d made you up’ the man laughed as you hugged your arms around yourself. ‘I’m Kai, by the way. Come on let’s get you inside, I can take you to him’ he offered and you smiled before following him in.

He guided you through the impressive house with his hands on your shoulders, weaving you in between a sea of gorgeous looking people until you got to the kitchen where Mason stood with his back to you, slightly off to the side of a group of guys who all looked at you as you walked in but Mason was too focused on filling his cup up to notice you come in.

‘Hey Mount, I’ve got a delivery for you’ Kai shouted over to him and he turned his head slowly before he realised it was you, a look of relief washing over his features as he smiled over at you. His drink was quickly forgotten about as he made his way over almost instantly, ignoring the giggles and jibes from the boys behind him as he came closer.

‘Y/n? I didn’t think you were coming’ he told you as he approached, Kai now having moved from behind you to stand with the other boys and you gulped down a nervous lump as you looked up at Mason.

You hated the fact he looked so handsome, even dressed in a simple plain black T-shirt and jeans but you’d noticed he’d had his hair cut since the last time you’d seen him last week and you willed your cheeks not to flush. His dimples were on full show as his eyes creased at the sides of his face, letting you know he was giving you a real smile with his eyes rather than one just out of politeness.

‘I wasn’t planning on it but, here I am I guess’ you smiled and he laughed lightly at you.

‘Well I’m glad you’re here’ he beamed before a chorus of oooing and ahhing came from the boys, teasing Mason but he was quick to give them the finger. ‘Shut up dickheads, come on let’s get you a drink’ he told you before leading you out into the utility room. ‘What can I get you?’

‘Surprise me’ you told him and he laughed before turning away from you to grab a cup and a bottle. ‘So is this Kai’s house?’

‘No, Ben’s. I’ll introduce you later’ he murmured whilst passing you a red cup. You gave him a small thank you before taking a sip, unsure of what it was he gave you but it was sweet and alcoholic so you didn’t care. ‘I mean it though, I’m really glad you’re here’

‘Yeah?’

‘Definitely’ he confirmed as he walked closer, stopping just in front of you with your chests almost touching. You noticed what looked like to be a spec of fluff on his top by his neck and you reached out to remove it causing him to hold his breath and even though he was quiet, you were so close that you heard him. Your eyes wondered up to meet his and you noticed how close the pair of you were, lips only a few inches apart as his breath fanned your face.

You broke eye contact with him before taking a nervous sip, not feeling like your usual confident self around him once again as you took a step away from him.

‘So where are these cute boys you promised me’ you asked with a smile as you turned and made your way out, laughing to yourself as you heard him scoff behind you.

‘I never promised you that. Plus there’s only one and he’s right here’

‘Oh yeah? Can you point him out to me? I can’t quite see him’ You teased, turning to glance at him and you could tell he was getting a bit flustered.

‘Ah there you are’ you heard suddenly from a familiar voice and you turned to see Kai was now standing in-front of you with a pretty brunette on his arm. You felt Mason stop right behind you, his body heat almost making you shiver and you were wondering if he was going to reach out and hold you in some way but he seemed to be keeping his hands to himself. ‘Y/n, this is my girlfriend, Sophia’ he told you and she smiled warmly at you. ‘I thought it might be nice for you to hang out with another girl rather than be stuck with him all night’ he joked and you laughed as you felt Mason shake his head behind you.

The usual uneasy feeling you got around other girls at parties didn’t seem to be present as she smiled at you and held her hand out which you took almost instantly, thankful you could get away from Mason for a bit and focus again but you knew he’d be lurking so you couldn’t miss him too much.

‘Come on, let’s leave the boys. I need you to tell me where you got this outfit from’ she asked you as she pulled you away. You chanced a look back at Mason who was pouting a little bit as Kai dragged him back into the kitchen so you sent him a wink before disappearing.

Sophia was a lot of fun, so fun in fact you seemed to be forgetting your rule of not having anymore friends than you already have. You both seemed to be bad influences on each other, encouraging the other to drink more than they could handle until you were dancing on Bens coffee table with a couple of the other girls.

Mason managed to keep an eye on you at all times, whenever you looked in his direction he was already looking at you and at first he seemed embarrassed but as the night wore on the shyness left him and he held your eye contact a bit longer. Sending you a cheeky smile or a wink.

Seeing him around all these people he knew made you notice was how touchy he seemed to be with everyone. No matter who he was with he would put his hands on their shoulders or lean into them as he laughed and you were brought back to the thoughts you had the other day where you wondered why he kept his hands to himself around you when he seemed comfortable enough to lounge over everyone else. You weren’t sure why it was bothering you so much but when he eventually came over to join your group you noticed it even more.

He sat next to you, his arm around the back of the sofa behind you but his skin never touched yours. You subconsciously leaned back into him after a while and he took this to mean he could put his arm around you properly. You only realised when he lent his cheek on the top of you head as he was laughing at someone’s joke what position you were in and you felt yourself tense up. He must of felt something too, slowly rubbing his thumb over your skin and you were surprised about how much it relaxed you. The pair of you sat and laughed at Kai and Sophia bickering but still no words were shared between you. You were racking your brain to think of something when he placed his lips to you ear.

‘Are you okay? Can I get you anything?’ He whispered so only you could hear and you turned to face him, again surprised about how close your faces were. You gulped as you averted your eyes down and shook your head, nervous again and you shut your eyes to make it go away. He avoided your eyes for the next half an hour and when everyone dispersed, he gently slid out from behind you and made a beeline for the stairs.

Kai and Sophia left soon after, and once you’d said your goodbyes you wondered around trying to find Mason again but he’d seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth. You wondered if he’d seen you tonight realised he didn’t want you around anymore after your constantly changing attitude but you willed yourself not to think about it as you wondered around upstairs looking for a bathroom.

When you left, you almost immediately ran into someone, apologising as they held you steady and you looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.

‘I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going’ you explained but he just shook his head as he laughed.

‘It’s fine, honestly’ he told you as he straightened himself up. ‘You’re y/n right?’

‘Depends on who’s asking’

‘I’m Ben’ he laughed and your eyes went wide as you realised this was his house.

‘Oh right, sorry about standing on your coffee table’ you joked and he just shrugged.

‘Don’t worry about it. Are you alright? You feel a bit cold’

‘I’m fine, don’t worry I should of dressed a bit more appropriately’ you laughed and he quickly disappeared behind a door before coming back with a black hoodie and offering it to you. ‘Oh no, I’ll be fine honestly’

‘Please, I insist. Can’t have my guests being cold’ he told you and you eventually took it from him. ‘If you’re looking for Mason, he’s just in there’ he winked, nodding to a door just up the hall before he made his way back downstairs. You quickly pulled the hoodie over your head before adjusting your hair and making your way over to the door Ben said Mason was behind. You gave it light knock and you heard him softly tell you to come in so you opened the door and popped your head round the side.

The bedroom he was in was dimly lit, and he was sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand as it was plugged in to charge. A small smile spread across his lips as he realised it was you and he nodded for you to come in. You stepped inside but lent your back up against the door and he gave you a funny look at your sudden change of clothing.

‘What are you wearing?’

‘Oh this?’ You questioned, pulling at the strings. ‘Ben gave it to me. Said I felt cold’

‘Why was he feeling you?’ He probed, his eyebrow’s drawing together in what you assumed was jealousy and you let out a breath before stumbling over to sit next to him on the bed.

‘I bumped into him when I came out the loo. What are you doing in here?’ You inquired and his face relaxed slightly as he put his phone down.

‘I’m staying here tonight, was just putting my phone on charge and having a break for a few minutes’ he told you and you nodded as you looked around the room. ‘Are you having a good night?’

‘Yeah, Sophia seems nice. Are you?’

‘Yeah, but I was hoping to speak to you more than I have’ he told you, bumping his shoulder with yours lightly and you let out a little giggle.

‘The nights still young’ you told him, checking the time on your phone to see it was nearing 2am and you grimaced slightly. ‘Or not. I didn’t realise it was that late. I’ll have to head off soon’

‘Wait, don’t go’ he pleaded ‘I’ve barely seen you’

‘It’s late, Mason. Plus we sat together downstairs for over an hour and you didn’t hardly say a word to me’ you pouted and he gulped as he’d realised you’d noticed. ‘Why haven’t you? Have I done something wrong? I know I can be difficult but I’m trying’ You told him softly, the alcohol seeming to make you a bit vulnerable and honest and you watched his face drop as he realised you were a bit upset about it.

‘No of course not, I’m so sorry. I don’t know I guess I was just a bit nervous’ he confessed and your eyes dropped to your lap. ‘Why don’t you stay here? With me? Ben won’t care. I’ll sleep on the floor or something just please don’t go’ he pleaded and you were stunned at how quickly he was able to wear you down. ‘I promise I’ll get you home tomorrow early-‘

‘Mason-‘

‘Please, I’m not letting you go home alone this time of night. I’ll even go bunk with Ben if I have to or sleep on the sofa but I’m not letting you leave’

‘Fine I’ll stay’ you cut him off with a quiet laugh and he relaxed instantly, half wanting to keep him happy and the other half wanting to get your head down as the alcohol was wearing off and you were tired.

‘Thank you’ he smiled and you were about to reply when a white paper bag with your name on it on-top of the chest of drawers caught your attention.

‘What’s that?’ You asked he he followed your line of sight, blushing and stuttering as he caught onto what you were looking at. ‘Is that for me?’

‘Well it’s got your name on it’ he laughed as he nodded over to it. ‘Open it’

You walked over to find a long pink box inside and once it was out of the bag you opened it to find the poshest looking chocolate chip cookies you’d ever seen. You turned to face him with a confused expression and he was blushing furiously now.

‘You said the other week when I got you the brownie you would of preferred a cookie’ he explained, walking up to you, and your breath got caught int your throat.

Without thinking about it, you threw your arms around his shoulders and buried your face into his neck. He seemed shocked at first, but after a second he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his body even further.

‘That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me’ you whispered and you felt his body shake as he let out a little chuckle at your words.

‘It’s just some cookies, Y/n’

‘I know’ you uttered and Mason squeezed you a tiny bit harder. ‘Thank you. Why did you bring them here though? I wasn’t even sure I was coming’

‘I know, I just hoped you would I guess’ he spoke into your shoulder and you felt yourself melt before you slowly pulled away from each other. He kept his hands planted on your hips as he tried to catch your eyes but you keep them down, not wanting him to see how vulnerable you felt right now. ‘I think most people are gone, we can get ready for bed if you want’ he told you and you nodded shyly. ‘Just wait here, I’ll go grab you some bits’

He was soon back with his arms full of supplies. Bottles of water and painkillers plus some wipes and a toothbrush from Bens box of spares that apparently he kept at his house in case of emergencies and you we’re pretty sure you knew what that meant.

‘You can borrow something of mine to sleep in’ Mason told you and he was quick you take his shirt off and hand it over once you’d agreed. You tried as hard as possible not to look at his naked torso but you were only human, however Mason seemed to be sculpted by gods. Your eyes automatically landed on the little mole on his tummy and you got the overwhelming urge to kiss it.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, not wanting him to catch you looking so you took yourself off to the bathroom to get changed. Mason shirt was longer on you than you thought, coming down to about mid thigh and you felt yourself come over all warm as his smell consumed you.

You quickly wiped your makeup off before stealing some toothpaste from the wash bag on the side that you presumed was Masons before joining him back in the room.

He was now changed, dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of joggers and your heart sunk as you watched him make himself a bed up on the floor.

‘Mason?’ You called quietly and he whipped his head round to look at you. You watched the way his eyes widened as he gave you a once over, slyly licking his lips before his eyes met yours. ‘You don’t have to sleep on the floor, I’d feel awful if you hurt your back or something. There’s enough room for the both of us’ you told him, nodding to the bed but he shook his head almost instantly.

‘I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable’ he started but you shook your head straight away.

‘Please? It’s honestly fine I’ll feel more uncomfortable with you on the floor’ you argued and he huffed before nodding.

‘I’ll be back in a sec’ he told you, disappearing into the bathroom and you placed your stuff on a chair in the corner before sliding under the covers. True to his word, he wasn’t that long and soon enough he was gently climbing in besides you.

‘Are you not gonna get hot in all that?’ You asked, noticing he was fully dressed but he just shrugged and he settled down, making sure you keep his distance from you. ‘We’ll don’t overheat on my account’ You whispered, turning to face him. You shuffled a little closer to him, never crossing the imaginary middle line, but he smiled and moved himself a little closer to you.

‘Sorry if I made you feel like you’d done something wrong. You haven’t at all I just… Come on, let’s get some sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning’

‘I know I’m confusing’ you whispered and you felt him reach over to give your hand a squeeze. ‘I know I blow cold a lot but I’ve just got some stuff going on’

‘It’s okay, you don’t have to explain’ he whispered and even though you wanted to argue with him you thought now wasn’t the best time. ‘Y/n?’

‘Yeah?’

‘You looked beautiful tonight’ he whispered and you felt your whole body prickle with goosebumps, opening your eyes to try and find his in the dark but it was pitch black and no use. ‘I mean you always do but… yeah I’ll stop now’ he laughed

‘Have a good sleep, Mason’ you whispered, hoping your voice didn’t sound a shaky as you felt.

‘Night, Y/n’

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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I’ll Always Love You: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 913

Request: OK, so, i want an austin!elvis x reader, basically the reader is a singer and i want this to begin to take place in the scene when elvis and Pricilla are at the plane, and after that i was thinking maybe of a time skip to the reader at a concert and her singing ‘I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston whilst having flashbacks?

If I should stay

I would only be in your way

So I'll go but I know

I'll think of you every step of the way

The tears slide down your face as you sat next to Elvis in the car, the two of you were once happy and in love but now it was like you two were strangers and you couldn't be mad at him for his career finally taking off the way he wanted it to, you took a deep breath before speaking.

"Elvis I think we should break up." You said making him turn and look at you like you were crazy.

"Break up? Baby, what are you talking about?" He said looking at you.

"E we haven't been happy in a long time, and I'm not mad at you or anything. But there's no use in staying in the relationship if we're unhappy." You said.

"Baby please don't do this. You are the only good thing I have in my life." He said pleading with you to change your mind.

"I'm sorry Elvis, but my mind is made up. I'll always love you, take care of yourself E." You said placing one last kiss on his cheek before leaving the car as the tears streamed down your face.

And I will always love you

I will always love you

You

My darling, you

Mmm-mm

It would be a few weeks before you would perform again, needing some time to process the breakup between you and Elvis, while you two hadn't been happy in some time, you still cared about him a lot, and leaving him was probably one of the hardest things you have ever done. In the time you had taken off, you had written a new song detailing your feelings and thoughts regarding the break-up between you and Elvis and were gonna perform it tonight.

"You ready sweetheart?" Your manager asked you as you finished doing your vocal warm-ups.

"As I'll ever be." You said walking out on the stage performing five songs before debuting this new song.

"Uh this is a new song I wrote a few weeks ago, it's written with someone special in mind and I hope you guys like it." You said to the crowd before diving into the song.

Bittersweet memories –

That is all I'm taking with me

So good-bye

Please don't cry:

We both know I'm not what you, you need

As you were singing you thought about Elvis and all the memories both good and bad, that were shared between you two and how your relationship went downhill and that's all you took, you didn't even keep anything that he gave you during your relationship. Elvis tried so hard to contact you to get you to change your mind and even went as far as bringing the stuff you had left at Graceland to your new place but you wouldn't see him which hurt him as he tried to figure out where your relationship. One night Elvis called you drunk and crying begging you to come home promising that he would change but you knew it was a lie because you were no longer the person Elvis needed, so after consoling him, you changed your number, so you both could move on.

"And I... will always love you." You sang while the tears streamed down your face.

"I... will always love you." You sang thinking of Elvis wishing that things had worked out between you two.

"You, ooh." You sang through clouded vision.

I hope life treats you kind

And I hope you have all you've dreamed of

And I'm wishing you joy and happiness

But above all this, I wish you love

You hoped that life would treat Elvis kind now that you were longer apart of his life, Elvis suffered enough already and didn't deserve to suffer anymore, he deserved to experience joy and happiness. You also hoped that he would get to travel internationally like he always dreamed of and actually make a movie he was proud of, you wanted all of his dreams to come true even if you two weren't together. But above you all, you wished him, love, even if it wasn't with you, he deserved to be loved by someone who truly loved him.

."And I... will always love you." You sang gripping your mic stand almost struggling to keep singing as you thought about you and Elvis.

"I will always love you." You sang wiping some of your tears when your eyes landed on those famous blue ones nearly making you drop your mic.

"I will always love you." You sang looking at him forgetting about the crowd.

"I will always love you." You sang watching as tears slide down his cheeks.

"I, I will always love you." You sang stuttering a bit as your guitarist handed you a bottle of water to help you calm down a bit before you dive into the last verse.

"You Darling, I love you." You sang softly still looking at him with tears running down your cheeks.

"I'll always, I'll always love you." You said looking at him as you finished the song and thanked the crowd before disappearing backstage.

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neaxsfiction · 10 months

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Bakugo comfort fic please 🥰

Bakugo's a character I've not read many things about but I'll try my best to portray his personality the best way possible. Its a bit rushed but i did my best. Thanks for the request ❤️

Bakugo comforting his friend

I knock softly on his bedroom door hoping I am not disturbing him. I just need to talk to him.

He opens the door after a few seconds. His hair is messy and semi wet, he prolly was after shower. He was wearing a black tanktop and some matching sweatpants and also the usual angry expression he always has.

"Whatcha want at this hour?" He scoffs.

"I needed to talk to someone" I reply truthfully.

It's gonna be a rough night tonight.

"Shut up and come in" he growls and gets inside his room

He sits on his bed and glares at me.

I take a deep breath and start speaking. I tell him how my ex boyfriend dumped me some hours ago. I explain him what that guy meant for me. I cannot help it, when I flashback our memories, tears slip out of my eyes. How could he do this to me?

For a split second I thought his eyes softened as I was tearing up and explaing him. It must've been the tears though, Bakugo is never being soft for anybody, not even his closest friends. I think he has never seen me that way before so thats why seems to listen to me carefully.

"Told ya from the start he was a piece of trash" he spits out after bearing my meltdown.

I find myself tearing up more. How could he say that now?

"Stop being so weak. It's just an average guy. Nothing special about him." He explains. His anger seems to have toned down and he seems invested in this conversation.

No, bakugo is not like that.

"He was my first love..." I manage to say to him between my sobs, not knowing what else to say at this point.

Maybe I was the stupid one for not seeing his red flags from the start.

"And? Are you gonna let it be your last as well?" He asks and his tone softens.

"I don't know..." I say in pure despair.

"He wasn't good for you. If you find a guy as great as me - if that's possible, you won't have such a problem again" He explains with a rasp on his voice.

My sobs calm down a bit after his words. Maybe he was right. Maybe not. Maybe my head's too much of a mess to be able to think properly.

I notice him stand up and heading towards me. He looks at me with a soft expression. Maybe I didn't imagine that earlier.

He places his hand on my head and raises it so I can look at him directly in the eyes.

"Next time show me that you actually have a proper taste to guys." He smirks coming close to my face.

I nod and his words are traveling around my brain. Maybe I actually need to get some better taste in guys.

He stares deeply into my eyes as if he's unfolding my memories with my ex boyfriend and slowly remove the feelings behind them. Does that guy have a second quirk?

He lets me stay a bit in his room and we have fun while talking about cringy moments with my ex. Maybe he's right about him. At least I will now think of those moments and will be mentally thanking him for dumping me.

He offers to take me to my room that night. That's so strange of him, he never does that but anyway.

"Wanna make him jealous?" He asks jokingly.

"If it means to regret dumping me, then hell yes" I reply with the same playful tone he has.

"I'd help you in that." He says and for the first time that night he stares to the floor as we reach my bedroom door.

There is an awkward silence for a few seconds that totally ruined the playful mood.

What did he say again?

"Goodnight. Please don't cry over that douchebag." He says now looking at you with an almost apologetic look in his eyes. After that he slowly walks away.

"Goodnight to you too. I won't, I promise, and-" I say without thinking straight at this point.

He stops as I haven't finished my phrase and turns around, tilting his head to the left expecting me to continue what I was saying.

"I'd let you help me." I finish off my sentence and quickly open my room's door hiding behind it.

Bakugo pic

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 months

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Ten]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 6882

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

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Halloween came quickly after their meeting and since Severus had done nothing further to let her in on whatever he thought the boys were up Daisy was a bundle of nerves. Her nerves were reflected in the way she dressed unusually quickly the morning of Halloween, eager to see if she could catch him before breakfast. It was a move that made Lily eye her curiously but she ignored her and they made their way downstairs finding the Great Hall virtually empty.

‘I can’t wait for the party tonight,’ Alice said as she sat down and grabbed a couple of pieces of toast. ‘Me too actually,’ Lily said. ‘Have you got your costume together?’ Marlene asked given that their quest last weekend to Hogsmeade hadn’t reaped much meaning each of them had been relying on owl post to get the finishing touches together. ‘Yeah,’ Daisy said, she had been fortunate, having picked a devil all she had had to do was find a red dress and a pair of horns which she’d even managed to charm into looking more realistic. ‘I still can’t get my wig quite right,’ Lily said which caused Marlene to dive into an explanation about how she could get anyone’s hair right with an intense combination of spells and potions and that she would set to work after their classes. Daisy wasn’t really listening to them anymore she was looking at Severus who was facing her way but speaking to someone she didn’t recognise. Watching him she felt her nerves bubble again. She wasn’t going to see him till tonight and the only time they had spent together had had Lily involved so she had no chance to speak to him properly. If she was going to feel more settled about the whole thing she needed to talk to him.

‘You alright Dais?’ Lily said watching her sister as she stared into the middle distance. ‘Yeah fine,’ Daisy said, ‘I’m just gonna go talk to Sev okay?’ ‘Why?’ Lily asked curiously. ‘I leant him some quills the other day and he’s not given them back to me,’ she lied. Lily’s eyes narrowed but Daisy didn’t wait for any questions as she quickly rose from her seat and walked around to the Slytherin table. Severus looked up as she got to the table as did his friend. She recognised him though he couldn’t recall his name and she was sure he wasn’t in their year, perhaps a couple below. His blonde hair fell in his eyes as he looked at her but she could still see how they narrowed as he took her in.

‘Hey Sev,’ she said sitting down. ‘No one said you could sit there,’ the blonde boy sneered. ‘Good job I didn’t ask anyone then,’ she retorted. ‘Leave us for a minute, Barty,’ Severus mumbled. The blond-haired boy’s eyes went dark at the boy’s words but he said nothing and instead got up and moved down the table out of earshot. ‘What’s his problem?’ Daisy asked. ‘He’s not a big fan of,’ Severus paused as if realising his words. ‘Of?’ Daisy pressed. ‘…muggleborns,’ he finished. Daisy’s stomach flip-flopped. Of course, she knew of the supremacy some purebloods felt over their blood status but she’d been fortunate not to have experienced anything negative the fact that Severus spent time with him considering his ties with Lily and Daisy made her feel uneasy. ‘Oh,’ she said quietly. ‘Ignore him,’ he said, ‘what did you want?’ ‘I want to know what’s happening tonight. Have you found out anything more?’ she asked. Severus’ face broke into a smile as he nodded though he didn’t offer any information.

‘Well?’ she asked.

‘It’s just a hunch,’ he shrugged, ‘we’ll see if we’re right tonight.’ ‘When?’ Daisy questioned. ‘They said they weren’t going to be at the feast right? So I say we meet in the entrance hall at half five,’ he said. ‘Right,’ she agreed, ‘wait, what do I say to Lily?’ ‘Just say you’re meeting me?’ he shrugged. Daisy shook her head. ‘No way. She’ll either want to come or force me to tell her what we’re doing and ban me from doing it,’ she said. ‘Then think of an excuse… because it’s gotta be tonight,’ Severus said seriously. Daisy nodded though the way his demeanour changed made her feel uneasy.

The day passed as slow as could be expected. After her little rendezvous with Severus Lily kept giving her sister suspicious looks and though Daisy tried to ignore them she felt on edge. Throughout her lessons, Daisy tried to spy on James and his friends but as karma would have it today was the day they spent mostly in electives, which meant she only shared a class with them every so often.

Eventually, school finished and everyone raced back to their common rooms in order to prepare for the feast and the parties that were sure to follow in each common room and as soon as the bell rang for the end of the day Daisy raced back to her room hoping that she’d be able to change and get downstairs without Lily’s scrutiny. Yet when she got back to the dormitory she found her roommates had beaten her to it and were gathered around one bed working on Lily’s wig. They barely even looked up as Daisy mumbled a greeting and raced into the bathroom, yet as she emerged having had a shower and dressed into casual clothes she found Lily was on her immediately.

‘Aren’t you wearing your costume?’ Lily asked standing up as she took in the jeans and t-shirt her sister was now sporting. Daisy looked down at her outfit, stalling for an excuse given that in her haste she’d forgotten she’d not thought of a reason why she wasn’t going to the feast. ‘No… I didn’t think we were wearing them to the feast,’ Daisy said. ‘Frank and his friends are,’ Alice chimed in. ‘Yeah, let’s show them what we’re bringing,’ Marlene said, twirling around in her costume so that Daisy could see. Daisy had to admit as costumes went it was pretty impressive given that her angel costume had a real-life halo floating above her head, illuminating her pretty features and making her look radiant as always.

‘Yeah,’ Daisy said though she couldn’t think of dressing up as Severus’ words still rang in her ears. With that she sat down on her bed a little heavier than intended. ‘You alright?’ Alice asked from the bed opposite her. ‘Yeah, just feeling a bit rubbish is all,’ Daisy said, fiddling with her costume that was laid out on her bed. ‘You were alright this morning,’ Lily said suspiciously as she started slipping on her wig. Her gingham dress and ruby slippers were laid out on her bed. Ever the bibliophile Lily had opted for a book character, Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. ‘I know,’ Daisy said, ‘I started feeling a little unwell in ancient runes.’ ‘I didn’t notice,’ Lily said. ‘Well sorry I don’t tell you every time I feel a bit iffy,’ Daisy snapped. ‘I’m sure it’s nothing,’ Alice said trying to diffuse the tension that settled in the air immediately.

Fortunately it worked though the twins figured her case was supported given that Alice was sporting a pair of whiskers and charmed mouse ears. Lily giggled and moved to hug her sister with one arm as she muttered, ‘sorry Dais.’ ‘It’s alright. I just hope I feel better for the feast. I’ve hardly eaten today to save room,’ she chuckled. ‘That’s probably why then!’ Alice said. ‘She had a full pie and chips at lunchtime I doubt that’s it,’ Marlene giggled. ‘Alright, alright,’ Daisy said. ‘Why don’t you nip to Madam Pomfrey?’ Lily suggested, ‘she might be able to give you some ‘Pepper Up’ potion that’ll get you right for the party.’ ‘Good idea Lil,’ Daisy said standing up and trying not to seem too eager above the excuse her sister had provided. Once she’d had tucked her wand into her pocket she then headed to the door grabbing a jacket as she went. ‘See you at the feast, yeah?’ she said. She heard the girls’ shouts as she closed the door behind her and headed down to meet Severus.

He was pacing in the entrance hall when she got down there though he looked up as she came down the stairs rushing to meet her in an instance. He looked nervous and Daisy just thanked her lucky stars that there was no one around to see them. Where the hall was normally full of students heading to dinner tonight it was empty, most people probably spending extra time putting finishing touches to their outfits.

‘Hey,’ she said meekly though it was cut off as they heard movement in the Great Hall, Severus’ whipping his head around to check they weren’t going to be caught loitering. As he looked away she took a moment to take him in. His black hair hung limply around his face, unmoving, though his robes billowed behind him, the gust from under the front door was enough to move the black material. Daisy frowned, wondering why he hadn’t changed from his uniform until he turned back, creating enough of a gap to see that he was wearing pants and a simple black jumper. And though she didn’t know why she suddenly felt underdressed.

‘Hey,’ she repeated hoping he’d reply to her this time.

‘Hey,’ he replied. ‘Have you seen them?’ she asked. He shook his head and then suddenly he grabbed her arm and moved her over to the broom cupboard near the steps to the dungeon before quickly opening the door and forcing her inside. ‘Sev what are you doing?’ she asked wrenching her arm out of his grasp as she turned to face him. ‘They’re going to be coming through here, I’m sure,’ he said obliviously. ‘Okay but is there any reason to manhandle me,’ she snapped dusting off her jacket. Severus mumbled an apology but then went to the door and cracked it open so they could see the entire entrance hall. ‘So what now?’ she asked. ‘We wait,’ he said simply. She was still miffed at being manhandled into the cupboard but as she thought about she realised he was right. If they were going to go anywhere it was most likely going to be via here and if someone saw them hiding they’d no doubt be rumbled. And so she accepted her fate and nodded, moving to find an upturned mop bucket so that she could sit down. As Severus stood by the cracked door, his eye pressed to it, Daisy sighed realising it was going to be a long night.

✵✵✵

Daisy’s bum was numb. She had been sitting on the mop bucket for nearly two hours with Severus kneeling in front of her, faring no better. From his vantage point, he had seen the hordes of students come from all directions and filter into the great hall leaving the entrance hall empty again.

‘Sev, we’re missing the feast and for nothing,’ Daisy whined.

‘They’ll come okay,’ he said, his gaze still transfixed to the crack in the door.

‘What makes you so sure that they’ll even come through here? I mean they could be doing anything, anywhere in the castle and we’re sat here like lemons. I’m starving-’ Daisy started though she cut off as Severus held a hand up in front of her, shushing her quickly. Looking through the gap Severus heard the clack of heels on the stone floor before he saw a flurry of green robes appear. McGonagall appeared from the great hall, closing the door behind her as Daisy got to her knees, peering over Severus’ shoulder as the head of house spoke.

‘Ah Mr Lupin, I thought I’d missed you for a moment,’ she said, a kind smile that Daisy had never seen before gracing her face. Daisy heard Remus speak before she saw him landing at the bottom of the steps in front of the woman she was watching.

‘Sorry Professor,’ he said, ‘I left the dormitory later than planned.’

‘Well, no bother,’ she said, putting a tender hand on his shoulder for a moment before she seemed to bethink herself and straighten up adding, ‘come on before it gets too late.’

‘Okay professor,’ Remus said following her as she started to walk towards the big double doors which they left through quietly.

‘What now?’ Daisy whispered as if they were going to hear her though they were long gone.

‘Hang on,’ Severus said. Daisy sunk back onto her heels. What was the point? They had been looking for something suspicious, an activity they could use as leverage with a teacher but it seemed that whatever they were involved in already involved one anyway which kind of thwarted the idea. Not to mention whatever Remus was up to seemed to have McGonagall acting almost maternal which in itself was weird. After about five minutes, McGonagall returned through the double doors and quickly walked through the hall and back into the great hall as if she were never gone. There was a snapshot of sound as the doors opened and Daisy could hear the rabble and raucousness of the feast she was missing. It made her want to give up on this madness, to forget they’d even bothered trying to get one over on Potter and his gang. In fact, she was just about to tell Severus to hang it up when there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs and though she couldn’t see anyone as she peered over her friend’s head she could hear the sound of whispered arguing.

‘You’re on my foot Wormtail,’ came a low voice she faintly recognised.

‘Sorry, ow,’ came the reply.

‘Shut it you two before Filch comes running,’ came another voice. The voices were closer now but Daisy still couldn’t see them. Her mind drifted back to her date in her third year with James. The invisibility cloak. At the time she hadn’t known what it was but after a Lily style research period she had learned of the existence of such things, hence why they got away with so much stuff.

‘It’s them,’ she whispered. Severus nodded in front of her keeping his eye trained on the doors.

‘Are we covered?’ one of the voices said, Sirius if she had to guess.

‘Yeah, doors are closed,’ came a squeaky reply, Peter, definitely.

‘Right come on then,’ the final voice which she could only assume to be James said. Suddenly, the three boys appeared from nowhere in front of the front doors of the castle. Sirius pushed his hair out of his eyes whilst James tucked the cloak up and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. Peter seemed to be nursing a knock to the eye which Daisy assumed was the cause of the ‘ow’. Whilst Sirius and Peter kept an eye out in either direction James opened one of the double doors slowly and as quietly as possible, holding it open and allowing his friends to duck through the small gap before following them and closing it with a small ‘thunk’.

‘Come on,’ Severus said standing up and opening the door to the broom cupboard.

‘Won’t they see us?’ Daisy asked, biting her lip as they exited.

‘When do they pay attention to anyone but themselves?’ Severus said bitterly as he stretched out his aching muscles. Daisy could feel a twinge in her back from sitting for so long but she ignored it as she tried to keep pace with Severus. They were at the front door within seconds, Severus opening it as quietly as James had and allowing Daisy to duck out first.

The air was crisp and cool against Daisy’s face, a comfort after spending hours cramped up in a cupboard. Given that the sun had set hours earlier the courtyard was barren of light, the only illumination coming from the castle windows as even the moon hadn’t appeared yet, bus she could see the figures of the boys as they disappeared down the trail that led off the bridge out of the grounds. However they didn’t follow in that direction automatically. Instead Daisy followed Severus as he walked to the edge of the courtyard no doubt scouting for a better view. They were a way down the path now, their chatter floating back up in their direction though she couldn’t make out their words clearly. Still they didn’t move and instead watched as they carried on towards the Whomping Willow. It was only when they passed Hagrid’s hut did Severus start walking, convinced they were far enough away that they wouldn’t see the pair behind them.

‘Where are they going?’ Daisy whispered curiously though Severus didn’t say anything in response. His face was frosty and his jaw taut as he stormed ahead forcing her to go at a jogging pace to keep up. The small breeze ruffled his hair and robes but he didn’t seem to care, as he was focused on the task at hand. It made Daisy feel uneasy but she didn’t say anything and soon enough they were walking past Hagrid’s cabin and towards the long grass that ran along the side of the Whomping Willow. It was only when they got within a hundred yards of the tree did Daisy realise the boys had stopped, standing in front of it as if waiting for something.

‘Get down,’ Severus said, forcing her down behind the long grass as James took a precautionary glance around the grounds. He didn’t see her though she wasn’t sure how as they were close enough that she could hear him as he took out his wand and shouted, ‘immobulus.’ At his command the Whomping Willow’s vigorous limbs slowed but didn’t stop which made her suspect whatever charm they’d used wouldn’t hold for long. It wasn’t until Peter jogged forward and pushed a large knot on the front of the tree did the branches fall completely still, allowing the boys to get closer. Daisy poked her head up, hoping if they looked around her blonde locks would blend in with the dry grass she was knelt in, and watched as the three of them rushed forward, towards a gap in the roots of the tree, climbing into it and out of sight. Daisy’s eyes bugged in their sockets as they vanished. It wasn’t a big hole, and yet all three boys fit perfectly inside and didn’t return even after a couple of minutes. Questions bounced around in her brain. What were they doing? Where did they go? Yet she didn’t have time to ponder on her questions as she was yanked up from the long grass by Severus who then led her towards the Whomping Willow’s gaping hole.

‘We don’t have much time,’ he mumbled as he uttered another staying charm over the plant.

‘What do you mean?’ she said, allowing herself to be dragged forward by his non-wand hand.

‘We’ve got to follow them,’ he said as if it were self-explanatory. She was by no means a coward, but the idea of climbing into the unknown through a violent tree’s roots filled her with some trepidation.

‘We don’t know what’s in there,’ Daisy reasoned.

‘I’ve got a hunch,’ Severus said truthfully, ‘but we can’t prove anything if we don’t see it, yeah?’

‘Sev,’ she hesitated earning an expectant look from her friend. Daisy looked at the hole and then at her friend’s serious face. She knew he had a point and they’d come this far. Not to mention all this secrecy meant whatever it was had to be big right? Expulsion worthy and that was what they both wanted. So, ignoring the knot in her stomach she nodded and followed Severus as he climbed inside the large hole and disappeared out of sight. It was dark and dirty inside the hole and Daisy winced as she felt along the wall to pull herself up from where she had fallen on her knees. The drop wasn’t a big one but she hadn’t been sure of how far down she was going and had over-prepared which toppled her over.

‘It’s a tunnel,’ Severus whispered seemingly not noticing she had fallen. Or not caring.

‘To where?’ she said.

‘I have an idea,’ he said though he didn’t elaborate further. Instead, he just lit up the tip of his wand and started walking ahead. He was right, it was a tunnel and from the state of it, Daisy guessed it was deep underground. She followed Severus through the long winding tunnel wondering just where it led to and trying to ignore the sickly feeling in her stomach. She couldn’t hear the boys anywhere and she could barely see anything past Severus’ wand tip.

After walking what felt like forever Daisy could finally see a fuzzy patch of light in the distance and as they got closer it got bigger until finally, they were at the entrance to a room. Severus stepped into it followed by Daisy who had only just realised she had been clinging to the back of his robes. The room wasn’t big and was comprised mostly of an old rickety staircase and a couple of doors on the ground floor but they had been boarded up so no one could enter in or out and the tunnel seemed to be the only entrance.

‘Sev,’ Daisy said trying to hide the nerves in her voice, ‘where are we?’

‘I think we’re in the shrieking shack,’ Severus said calmly though whatever attention had had been paying her disappeared as his head snapped upwards, to where a noise had come from above them. There was movement somewhere upstairs and Severus wasted no time in investigating. As he crept quietly up the stairs Daisy followed behind reluctantly. He seemed to be eager to get to whatever was going on up there but she was still trying to take in the fact they were in the shrieking shack, her eyes roving over every inch of the building. The walls were decorated with wallpaper that had long since faded and was even missing in some places. The only light a barren bulb above them which seemed to be trying it’s hardest to offer a dim flicker. And the staircase was in disrepair, the wood now grey from grime and it had several scratches all over the steps and spindles. Just looking at it Daisy wondered how it was even supporting the weight of the two of them yet the staircase seemed to notice her mocking as it let out an almighty creak as her foot hit the next step. Daisy winced, mouthing an apology as Severus whipped around and glared at her, pausing for a moment to make sure it hadn’t been loud enough to capture any attention before he continued upwards, Daisy following behind him until they reached the landing.

Like downstairs, there were only two rooms. The double doors in front of them were shut but the other door was ajar so that she could see inside enough to know it was a bathroom. There was a grime-stained sink just beyond the door and the tiled floor looked just as manky. She dreaded to think what the toilet looked like. Yet her attention was caught from thinking of grubby lavatories as she heard voices just beyond the door. Severus was just in front of her, his ear pressed gently against it so he could hear though Daisy had no trouble from a foot away.

‘Are you sure it will work?’ came a soft, unsure voice. Remus.

‘Mate, we’ve been practising for ages,’ a louder voice Daisy recognised as James’.

‘And we’re pretty good,’ a lower voice said. Sirius.

‘But what if you get-’ Remus started.

‘We understand the risks,’ James said cutting him off.

‘Yes, we understand the risks. Yes, we hope it will help. Yes we know it’s not a dead cert,’ Sirius said.

‘But we give anything a go,’ a different voice, she assumed was Peter, chirped.

‘Right,’ Remus said, ‘but you promise at the first sign of trouble you’re out of here?’

‘We promise mother,’ James teased.

‘What are they doing?’ Daisy whispered.

‘I don’t know,’ Severus snapped.

‘I was only asking,’ she replied defensively leaning in to hear better.

‘How long does it take?’ James said nervously.

‘Usually a few hours,’ Remus said, ‘depends on the month.’

‘So what if we can’t hold it?’ Sirius said.

‘You get out,’ Remus said.

‘Wormtail, you transform first. You can hold out the longest,’ James instructed. Peter replied with something she couldn’t make out.

‘I’ll go next,’ Sirius said.

‘Then me…just in case there are teething problems,’ James said.

‘Teething problems are the least of our worries,’ Remus said. He was further away now, so much so Daisy could barely hear him. James too seemed distant when he spoke next.

‘Come on mate, it’ll work. We’ve been working on this for months,’ James said.

‘Yeah I can hold my other form for nearly a day now,’ Peter added.

‘And as we go we’ll all be able to make it a bit longer,’ James said.

‘And then we’ll be the best damn anamagi you could want with you,’ Sirius chipped in.

‘Ready Wormtail?’ James said. There was a scuffling noise and then a small cheer from the boys but Daisy wasn’t paying attention.

Anamagi.

Daisy tried to place the word. She recognised it from one of her lessons but she couldn’t pull it from where. Severus seemed to have no trouble realising what they were talking about as his face broke into a devious grin.

‘We’ve got em now,’ he said and before Daisy could protest he burst in through the double doors.

Daisy heard the commotion before she saw it and by the time she had followed Severus into what she discovered was a bedroom she was confronted by four boys all holding up their wands.

‘Evans?!’ James said, disbelief on his face as she appeared from behind the door. Daisy paused, lingering behind Severus as she took the scene in. James was standing by the bed, his wand up towards Severus, whilst Sirius and Peter stood behind him holding the same stance. Remus however was sitting on the dusty old bed, looking grief stricken at their appearance in the room. ‘What are you doing here?’ Sirius spat. ‘I knew you were up to something. And I knew it was bad but this is beyond anything I could have thought,’ Severus said. ‘I don’t doubt that you have trouble comprehending things Snivellus but you need to leave now,’ Sirius replied. It was a dig of course but from the way his grey eyes were now almost black with fury Daisy didn’t doubt the seriousness behind his words. The look alone made her shrink back behind her friend, tugging at his sleeve as she said, ‘Sev we should go.’ ‘No!’ the black-haired boy shouted and though he was speaking to her he kept his gaze forward determined not to be ambushed by any of them as she continued, ‘I came to prove they were up to no good and I’m not leaving till I’ve got proof!’ ‘James,’ Remus said unevenly, cutting whatever ranting Severus was doing off. In fact he didn’t even seem to be paying attention to Severus, no, he looked more concerned with the fact he was now pumping sweat, something Daisy could see even though she was across the room. She watched him push his now damp sandy blonde hair from his face with a tremoring hand, looking as though his sole focus was on not throwing up. Unfortunately for the boy though James didn’t pay him any attention as his focus was now on them as he started to move into the middle of the room. Sirius and Peter followed his lead placing themselves strategically as if they were circling the pair, blocking them from escaping.

‘What proof do you want Snivellus?’ Sirius spat, as he moved to the side of them, equal amount of distance from the door should they try and run. ‘Enough to take to Dumbledore. Or even better the minister for magic,’ Severus said with venom. At that Daisy’s eyes went wide. ‘The ministry?’ Daisy baulked, ‘Sev what-’ ‘Don’t you see? They’re animagi! They-’ ‘They transform into animals,’ Daisy said cutting him off as she finally recalled where she had learned the term before, a memory of Professor McGonagall turning herself into a cat in front of the class coming to mind. ‘So what?’ Peter said, snapping their attention to their other side, ‘it doesn’t affect you in any way.’ ‘No, but it is illegal. And I want to know why,’ Severus said.

‘It’s got nothing to do with you,’ James said, moving closer as did Sirius the pair of them forcing Severus towards the window at wand point. Daisy didn’t follow, opting to shrink back towards the wall, though she was stopped from fleeing as Peter took a stand by the door, his beady eyes watching her closely.

‘I disagree,’ Severus said unable to let any bravado go even if he was like a rat in a trap. ‘Sev, they’re breaking the rules, that’s good enough,’ Daisy said, ‘let’s just leave.’ ‘No, they’re doing it for a reason,’ he snapped. ‘Our motives have nothing to do with you, Snape,’ James said and for once Daisy agreed. They were breaking the rules, not only school rules but the law, that was good enough for her. They didn’t need anything else in fact all the needed to do now was get out of there. Though as she felt her back hit the wall she realised they weren’t going to be able to go anywhere, not without James, Sirius and Peter letting them. They were trapped.

‘Tell me why,’ Severus pressed. ‘You’re so clever, figure it out yourself,’ Sirius snapped. ‘I already know. I just want you to say it,’ Severus said darkly. ‘Why?’ James questioned. ‘So he can use his memories in a pensive,’ Remus said thickly. He was ashen now even paler than normal and his skin was gleaming with sweat. He was shaking now and for a moment she wondered if he was ill, the sweat on his brow from a fever, but as she noted the way his knuckles were clenching at the bed frame so tightly it looked as though it was going to splinter beneath his grip she doubted that was the case. Whatever it was couldn’t have been good though as it immediately made Sirius drop his tirade against Severus and head to him, dropping to kneel beside his friend who attempted to push him away albeit weakly.

‘Moony,’ Sirius protested but Remus shook his head.

‘You hate us that much?’ James spat, and though her gaze stayed transfixed on Sirius and Remus she couldn’t help but listen. ‘You hate me too. Fairs fair,’ Severus retorted. ‘Not enough to do this. Run you out of school, damage your reputation in the wizarding world. Do you know what will happen if the school finds out about this? We’re helping him. It doesn’t hurt anyone…we wouldn’t ruin your life like this,’ James said. ‘You already have,’ Severus said, ‘you ruin it every day with your words, your actions-’ ‘Pads,’ Remus’ weak voice said. Sirius nodded, Daisy’s eyes didn’t not leaving him as he straightened up until she heard Severus say, ‘and I’m going to do the same to you. You and your little werewolf.’

With that James launched himself at Severus, breaking the glass behind him and knocking him to the floor as the two rolled around in a fistfight with Daisy watching the pair of them hopelessly trying to take in the boy’s words.

Werewolf.

Remus was a werewolf.

But this new information was something Daisy didn’t have time to dwell on because was a thunderous clatter from the bed. She turned to follow the noise but she didn’t see anything but the floor as she was knocked to the ground. The next thing she saw was Sirius’ grey eyes watching her with alarm.

‘Get under the bed,’ he barked and Daisy didn’t argue. He disappeared as she crawled underneath the heavy wooden bed frame, watching what bits of the boys she could see move around the room. James and Severus were still fighting now, only the bottom of their legs visible from her hiding place. Yet as she took her focus off them she noted another pair of legs, furry and tremoring. Wolf’s legs.

Daisy’s heart turned to ice. For a moment she could hear Sirius trying to direct the situation but he was drowned out by a howl and then the room went into pandemonium. The wolf’s howl seemed to be a wake-up call and whatever debacle they’d been having seemed to be forgotten as they rushed into action. She couldn’t see their faces from under the bed but she heard James’ voice clear as day as he shouted,

‘Wormtail get him out.’ ‘Prongs you need to change,’ Sirius said, ‘I’ll get the girl.’

Daisy didn’t move but her heart started to beat a little slower as the wolf’s paw padded away from her, stalking its prey, the newly formed stag on the other side of the room. James had transformed and he was baiting his friend. As James lured the wolf down to the other end of the room, towards another door that led to the adjoining bathroom, Sirius appeared and yanked Daisy out from under the bed. Peter and Severus were now absent from the room, having been close to the door now she assumed they escaped, as Sirius was trying to get her to do.

‘Come on,’ he grunted, pulling her by her jacket sleeve towards the door. Given that she could barely see due to the dust that had settled in her eyes from under the bed she allowed him to drag her, trying to keep her focus on the flop of black hair in front of her. Fortunately he got her to the door within seconds pushing her roughly through it as he barked at her to run but just as he did he was bowled over, the wolf pouncing at them and taking him to the floor in front of her eyes. She fell too, the haphazardness of the attack taking her down onto the landing floor, just beyond the door. It stunned her, knocking the wind from her lungs which meant that when she attempted to move she found it agonising to do so. As she lay there she could hear the clatter of hooves on a tile floor but they seemed to be moving away from her towards the other side of the bathroom. Daisy couldn’t pay attention to the noise. She didn’t have time.

Though she had barely caught her breath she pushed herself up off the floor, heading towards the stairs as quickly as she could, but her foot had no sooner touched the ground before it was off again. That wasn’t what she was focused on though. No, her focus was the white-hot pain that tore through her body as long claws sunk into her abdomen shredding her to ribbons as she tried to pull away. She pushed, kicking her feet and screaming as its head moved towards her, the wolf’s eyes glinting with excitement as he bared his teeth towards her ready to bite.

And then it was gone.

The chaos and fear of it all was gone, replaced by the only thing she could comprehend. Pain. Agony tore through every bone, every muscle, every cell of her body and she couldn’t make it stop.

Above her, the carnage continued. In an effort to stop Remus from biting her Sirius had transformed and attacked, bowling the wolf over and back into the bathroom as he loosened his grip on the girl. The wolf had been stunned, getting himself to his feet dazed and confused but before he could resume his attack both of the bathroom doors had slammed shut with James and Sirius holding them closed on the other side until they managed to get the locks hexed so that he couldn’t break free.

‘Pads,’ James said as he came around the doorway to the bedroom. He was bloodied, bruised and sure his nose was broken but alive. He flung his arms around Sirius, happy to see him alive as well even though he too looked bedraggled. Though as they broke apart realisation seemed to dawn on Sirius and he looked to the landing which was empty. His eyes trailed up to the banister railing which was now broken and splintered into a thousand pieces. He walked to the edge, his stomach in knots, and looked over to see the destruction below. It was carnage, bits of wood and debris littering the now broken staircase below, and in amongst it all Daisy.

‘Pads, what is it?’ James asked but the boy wasn’t listening. Instead, he was hurtling down the stairs hurriedly followed by James who took the stairs two at a time in an effort to catch up though as he reached the middle landing he wished he hadn’t. Daisy was laying a couple steps down, her body littered with wounds that gushed bright dark blood. James watched as Sirius knelt beside her, taking her arm to feel for a pulse which to his relief he found.

‘What happened?!’ James said kneeling on the other side of the girl, trying to keep his eyes trained on Sirius’ ashen face instead of the deep slashes that littered her abdomen and made him feel sick ‘I tried to get him off her,’ Sirius said guiltily feeling his gut churn. If only he’d knocked Remus the other way. Hell even if the two of them had gone over the banister he doubted either of them would’ve come off this badly. ‘It’s not your fault,’ James said seeing where the boy’s train of thought was going. ‘He threw her because of me,’ Sirius snapped. ‘She came here because of Snape. Not you,’ James said reaching out to put a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. Sirius didn’t say anything but he did offer a curt nod as if he accepted what his friend was saying.

‘What do we do? Should we get Dumbledore?’ James whispered. She was bleeding heavily and at least two of her limbs seemed to be protruding the opposite way from what they should but James didn’t know how to move her. The thud above them answered that question. The wolf was done pacing and was now trying to break free. ‘We don’t have time,’ Sirius said, ‘you get her legs. I’ll get her head.’ ‘Okay,’ James nodded, moving down the stairs and grabbing both of her legs with his hands, trying to ignore the squelch her ankle made when he moved it. ‘On the count of three,’ Sirius said, shifting his arms underneath her core trying to hold her as securely but as gently as he could. ‘Ready,’ James nodded. ‘One, two, three,’ Sirius said as the boys thrust her up and out of the debris. Upon movement Daisy’s face scrunched up in pain but she didn’t say anything and Sirius tried to ignore it as the guilt threatened to swirl up inside him once more.

Once they were on solid ground it was easier to move her and they managed to readjust her in a position that spread her weight out equally between them which meant her wounds slowed their incessant oozing. In the cajoling James managed to get his wand out and illuminate the tunnel so they could see where they were going. Sirius didn’t know if the path back to the castle had always been this long or it was made worse by the fact neither of them spoke but time seemed to pass slowly as they walked, careful not to do any more damage, but hurried to get to safety. They didn’t pass either Snape or Peter on the way back to the castle but as the lights got nearer they could hear the calamity of people ahead until finally they were immersed in chaos yet again. As they got to the courtyard several teachers spilled out of the castle, McGonagall and Dumbledore included, and Daisy seemed to rouse at their voices.

Sirius watched as her face creased in pain as she was fussed over. She didn’t waken though, not properly. She tried to, she tried to come back to consciousness long enough to scream in the hopes it would make them stop manhandling her but she couldn’t get her mouth to form any sort of sound. The last thing she remembered was opening her eyes and seeing two grey ones staring back at her. And then she blacked out.

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Never Again

Chapter 21- we know...

PAIRING: Choi Beomgyu x fem reader; fem! Reader x ????

SYNOPSIS: You and Beomgyu break up every other day but what happens when you decide moving on would be better for you.

GENRE: angst, crack (maybe?) SMAU.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship, Cheating, Gaslighting, Substance abuse, death jokes, Beomgyu and you are assholes, suggestive, yall both are really bad for each other, crude or disrespectful language

“Yeahh that’s enough for tonight” the girl you’ve been friends with since diapers quickly takes your 6th drink of the night “Ryu give that back pleasseee” your words are slurred, and you can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or from the stinging you still feel in your heart. Yes, this is a modern-day cliché getting cheated on and then drowning your sorrows in alcohol. But hey what else were you supposed to do sit there and cry. One thing about y/n l/n is she doesn’t cry over a man even if that man is the love of her life and made her feel like the she was the world. “I know you’re depressed but sitting here drinking all our alcohol isn’t gonna make you feel better” she pauses and looks you dead in the eye “In fact its gonna make you feel worse and when you wake up your gonna feel like shit AND feel depressed.” She emphasizes the and part knowing that no matter how much you deny your still gonna feel depressed in the morning. “Ok well it’s not the morning yet so can you please just give me back my drink” the already wasted girl reaches over for her only to be pulled from behind by a tall figure. “Let’s go dance birthday girl” the bunny smiled man says dragging you before even waiting for your response.

“Soobin, you don’t have to pity or comfort me because your best friend just broke my heart” you giggle as you and him dance together. He pulls himself closer to you so you can hear him over the loud music “Why would I ever pity the beautiful, amazing y/n” he laughs as he spins you around not caring if the dance move doesn’t go with the music. “You flatter me but seriously I don’t need comfort I need alcohol.” You giggle trying to go back to the kitchen your pulled back by the tall man “ah ah ah you don’t need any more drinks tonight and c’mon hanging with me can’t be that boring.” He pouts while saying the last bit. Causing you to giggle you can’t tell if you genuinely find it funny or if the alcohol is really hitting you. “I promise I enjoy every second of the time we have together Bin but right now I can really use a drink” you smile at the pouty man who still has a hold of your wrist. “Welp that sucks cause I’m “on prevent y/n from getting so drunk she blacks out duty” and its my first day on the job meaning if I fail, I’m fired” he smirks at you and continues to dance with your wrist in his hand. You also enjoy his humorous rebuttal “Well than who is your manager because I might just have to report them to corporate for firing my favorite employee” you say dancing and smiling with the now flustered boy. You knew that Soobin had a crush on you a long time ago, but you never really saw him as an option after dating Beomgyu. Yes, you were a bitch, but you’d never try to use someone who was so close to Beomgyu for jealousy that was a line you’d never cross but then again Beomgyu already crossed every possible line. “That manager you speak of would be me” the girl you were just with speaks causing you to look back and smile “Thank you Soobin for fulfilling your duty your definitely getting employee of the month” she playfully winks at the boy who chuckles at the continued joke he originally made “Y/n it’s time for cake, Soobin can you tell the DJ to make an announcement telling everyone to come to the kitchen” she ask as she pulls you away and the man can only sit there and nod. As you get to the kitchen you see Somi, Winter, and Jaehyun holding the candles. “You guys are honestly the best friends I could ever ask for” you look at all of them today was probably one of the worst days of your life but your friends still helped the wound sting a little less you know your gonna feel like shit in the morning but at least in this moment you feel amazing. Everyone from the party fills the kitchen and sings you happy birthday. You can only think of one wish I wish Beomgyu gets every single bit of karma he can you blow out the candle and everyone cheers you go back to partying and think back on the wish you made hoping it would come true because no matter how much you love him right now in this moment you wish him the most pain and despair.

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#beomgyu angst #beomgyu social media au #beomgyu txt #beomgyu smau #beomgyu x y/n #smau #txt smau #kpop smau #txt x reader #txt x y/n #beomgyu x reader #social media au #social media fic #jaehyun #jaehyun x reader

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merlinsbudgiesmugglers · 1 year

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Missing This

And the Tedromeda continues with a drunken heart to heart that leaves poor Ted more confused than ever before.

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It’s a Thursday like any other when Nora swings into the staff room, eyes finding him straight away.

‘I hope you’re coming out tonight, Tonks.’ She says, pointing at him with a gleeful grin. ‘Andromeda’s folks are out of town, so it’s gonna be a big one!’

She whirls out of the room as quickly as she appeared, leaving behind a room of very confused healers who haven’t yet had their morning coffee.

Andromeda asks him too, quietly during their lunch break while they’re standing in line at the tea room.

‘I think it will be nice, not having to rush home for once.’

‘I’ll be there.’ He tells her, and she smiles. He’ll go anywhere if she keeps smiling at him like that.

But Ted gets held back at the end of his shift by two brothers who stole their dad's wand, one ending up with antlers and the other with a pig snout. After dealing with frantic parents and two screeching boys, one who kept oinking as he cried, the last thing Ted wants is to go out. He wants to go home, pour himself a scotch and have a quiet night in.

It’s only remembering the way Andromeda had quietly checked with him at lunch if he was joining them that makes him stick to the original plan.

The White Lion is in full swing when he arrives, Nora having begged or bribed everyone who was free to make sure Andromeda has a great night. He finds her easily in the crowd, standing around their usual table with her back to him.

‘Tonks!’

He watches Andromeda turn as Nora calls his name, a smile spreading across her face when she sees him.

‘You came!’ She says brightly when he reaches the table.

‘I said I would.’

She rolls her eyes at him and he realises that she’s drunker than he’s ever seen her, he wonders exactly how many drinks she’s managed to have before he got here. ‘You said, but you weren’t here.’

Her hair is loose tonight, falling into her face as she speaks. He pushes it back behind her ear gently. ‘Well, I’m here now.’

A slow smile spreads across her face. ‘Yeah. You are.’

‘Tonks! You’ve got some catching up to do, oh shit!’ The moment between them ends abruptly with David Fleming wrapping his arm around Ted’s shoulder, his beer sloshing onto Ted’s shirt. ‘Sorry mate.’

Ted does his best to laugh it off, but it’s the shit end to a shit day and this is the last place he wants to be. He knows he should just go, but with how drunk everyone is he feels like someone who is somewhat sober should be there. So he grabs one of the booths and spends most of the night nursing the same beer while everyone around him gets drunker and drunker.

Nora tries to coax him out of it, dropping down onto the seat next to him, swaying as she leans close. ‘You’re grumpy Ted.’ She says, her words slurring. ‘You should stop being grumpy.’

Ted resists the urge to sigh and forces a smile on his face. ‘I’m not grumpy. Just tired.’

She narrows her eyes at him. ‘You know what I think?’ She takes a long drink and he wonders if she’s forgotten what she was saying. ‘I think you should just kiss her.’

She doesn’t need to say who and a sudden wave of irritation whirls through him. ‘For Christ’s sake, go away Nora.’

She scoffs, saying something unintelligible as she stands and trips back to where another round of shots has been ordered. Hopefully, she won’t remember she’s upset with him in the morning.

Feeling a headache starting from the stench of stale beer and fags he decides to head to the beer garden for some fresh air. The cold night is keeping nearly everyone inside, but a single, familiar figure is sitting at one of the tables.

She doesn’t have a coat, so he shrugs his off to drape over her shoulders. A small sound of surprise escapes her and she looks up at him. It’s clear that she’s been crying, the trails of tears are still clinging to her cheeks.

‘What’s wrong?’ Ted asks, his voice ringing with the concern that’s clenching at his heart. He kneels beside her and takes her cold hands in his. ‘Has something happened?’

Andromeda shakes her head. ‘It’s nothing, Ted.’ She says quietly, pulling one hand from his to wipe her cheeks. ‘Please, go back inside.’ But as he watches her, her eyes fill with tears again.

He moves to sit on the bench next to her. Her leg is warm against his, and she stares at their joined hands. Her tears begin to fall again and he gently brushes them away, his thumb lingering on her cheek.

‘Please tell me what’s wrong.’ He pleads, but she shakes her head. He wraps his arm around her and for a moment she stays where she is, straight-backed and still before she gives in. She buries her face into his chest, sobs rattling through her body. Her hand grips his, holding onto him like an anchor.

He holds her until her crying eases, but when she does still, she stays where she is and he stays quiet, waiting for her to speak.

She won’t meet his eye when she pulls away. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…’ She breaks off, wiping her cheeks.

‘It’s ok.’ He says softly, afraid that if he pushes too hard she’ll run away.

Sniffling lightly, she looks forward, away from him. ‘I’m being silly.’ She tries to smile but it slides off her face as she sniffs lightly.

‘Andromeda.’

But she doesn’t say anything until finally, she turns to him taking a breath like she’s bracing herself. ‘I’m just going to miss this.’ She says, blinking rapidly as her eyes begin to shine again.

‘Miss what?’

Andromeda studies him closely, and he watches her eyes trace his features, they rest on his lips before she quickly looks away. He thinks she’s about to tell him, but instead, a mask falls over her face, cool, and composed. She stands up quickly, letting go of his hand. ‘Nothing. It’s nothing…I’ve just had too much to drink.’ Her voice is clipped. ‘I should go.’

Ted finds himself looking at his coat as she holds it out to him, but he ignores it and stands. She still doesn’t look at him. ‘Andromeda–’

‘Just leave it, Ted.’ She snaps, voice cracking, her hands twisting in his jacket. ‘Please, just. Leave it.’

He desperately wants to know, wants to help her. He would do anything to make her world better, even for a second. But he feels like she might disappear forever if he pushes her too far, and he can’t think of anything worse than that.

‘Ok.’ He says softly, deciding to back off. ‘Are you right to get home?’

Andromeda glances at him quickly and he sees the mask slip, a brief moment of vulnerability, gone as soon as it appears. ‘I’m staying with Nora.’

It doesn’t answer his question, none of his questions have been answered, but he nods anyway. ‘Be safe.’

She nods but doesn’t move and Ted has the sudden, wild urge to pull her to him, to kiss her over and over and reassure her that it will all be ok.

But he doesn’t, and she turns, leaving him behind in the cold.

Once she’s back inside, he collapses on the seat, rubbing his hand roughly over his face with a groan.

Christ, what is he even doing?

The next morning, he opens his locker to find his jacket folded neatly. There’s a small note with the words Thank You written in an elegant script sitting on top of it and his heart races at the sight of it.

He is so completely screwed.

#tedromeda #ted x andromeda #ted tonks #andromeda black tonks #hp fanfic #harry potter fic #my writing

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highjayo · 1 year

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Part Three of the Manhunt Trio at Bullworth

the boys are outside, what are they gonna do (probably murder someone)

As Daniel's feet hit the ground, fear immediately took over him. This was a bad decision, but they were already outside, they couldn't just turn back now.

Bullworth looked different under the moonlight; most of the lights that long ago shined, were burnt out with no one caring to change them. It felt weird to not hear someone crying out in pain or a prefect rushing to beat a student that had just broken the rules. Daniel didn't like the quietness.

"Picked a great night to do this, no officers means less assholes we gotta deal with." Leo chimed in, taking in the darkened school. Seriously, how could the prefects see anyone or anything even with their flashlights.

"We'll only be out here for a couple minutes, right Leo?" The aforementioned young man waved his hand dismissively, making his way towards the main building.

"Mhm, sure, a few minutes. Cash, why don't you grab one of those dicks and show me what you did the Raiden?" And there it was; the real reason he wanted to out here, to see how Cash murders people.

Cash didn't say anything to Leo like always, but he did follow behind him, with Daniel in tow. The campus somehow seemed more meancing with barely any lights; but c'mon, is Mr. Starkweather really that cheap that he can't fix the lights?

"Weird. There's no patrols tonight; did you murder the prefects already, Cash?" He didn't respond, just continued walking. Though Daniel did find it concerning, where did they go?

The trio made it to the main building with a single light on coming from the third floor. Maybe all the prefects were up there?

"Must be where those assholes are; probably meeting with that old, weird fucker to figure out what to about us." A knot formed in Daniel's stomach; they should turn back.

"Hey, maybe we should-" before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off by some prefects stomping out. Cash signaled for both of them to hide; Daniel immediately jumped in a trash can while Leo took cover behind a wall.

"Fucking Starkweather, what can Gary and Logan do I can't?"

"I told you not to bodyslam Rod into ground, but what did you do? You should be glad the police are more focused on finding the murderer"

"Whatever. He was asking for it. I'll take the library side, you take the parking lot side." Both the prefects departed, one heading towards the three. Daniel was panicking, worried about what Cash or Leo might do.

"Hey! What are you doing out?" The prefect yelled, heavy footsteps following. From his spot, he could see Leo and the prefect locked in a struggle, it looking like the bigger boy was overpowering him.

"Cash! Fucking- James fucking help!" Leo all but screamed, but Cash was no where in sight. Daniel couldn't help but feel a tiny bit bad for him; sure, he deserved to get in trouble, he was breaking the rules after all, but he'd seen first hand how violent the prefects had been getting as of late.

After a few minutes of struggle, the prefect slammed him against the wall, a sicking crack rang out as face hit the hard wall. Daniel winced as Leo howled in pain.

"Shut the fuck up Kasper." Leo was breathing heavy, still trying to fight back despite being at a disadvantage. Daniel was conflicted, should he help or stay out of it? It wasn't like him and Leo got along, hell, get along better with Cash and he barely speaks! But, he still didn't deserve to get hurt.

Without a second thought, he hopped out of his hiding spot and rushed the larger boy, only managing to make him lose his balance for a split second. The taller boy looked at him in surprise, stunned for a second.

"Lamb? What the fu-" before he could finish, arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing hard. It was Cash choking him. The prefects' eyes were starting to roll into the back of his head.

"Cash! Let him go!" He took one look at Daniel and dropped the limp body; the prefect lay still, unmoving. Daniel worried whether or not he was alive or not.

"Is he alive?" Cash only shrugged. Leo leaned against the wall holding his more than likely broken nose. Daniel moved closer to him, wanting to help but Leo held out one his bloodied hands.

"No. I'm fine." He paused. His gaze moved to Cash who stood there unfazed.

"I know you got Mac without me, asshole." Of course, that's the important thing right now. There was a very high possibility he killed a prefect and Leo's more concerned about not being involved.

"Oh for fucks sake Leo, shut your damn mouth. That's a actually person you're talking about." Leo just smiled at his outburst but Daniel was pissed.

"Let's get back before someone notices." Daniel took another look at the seemingly dead body in front of him; with barely any light around it was hard to tell if he was actually dead or unconscious.

"He's unconscious." A deep voice said. Daniel barely recognized the voice as Cash's. At least he wasn't dead.

"Aw Cash, you already going soft? It's only your second murder." Instead of responding, Cash just started walking back towards the dorm; Daniel quickly followed, not wanting to be stuck out there. Leo rolled his eyes but followed his roommates.

One at a time, the three young men climbed the garbage bin outside to get back inside the dorm. The trio slowly and quietly made their way back to their room. As Daniel sat on his bed, he thought about they were probably going to be in trouble come morning, at least him and Leo were. The prefect had seen the both of them so he'll definitely remember when he finally wakes up.

"We're so fucked." Daniel mumbled. Leo looked up from bandaging his nose to stare at him.

"Eh. Not the first school to get rid of me, though jail doesn't sound appealing." Daniel just sighed, falling back onto his bed. He looked over at Cash who was reading; how could he read casually after attempting to murder someone?

"You ok?" Leo shook his head, checking out his now bandaged nose.

"For now. I'll get it checked out by Ms. Tolliver and get some pain killers from Ralphie in the morning." The way he spoke surprised Daniel. How could he talk like tomorrow they weren't going to be in cell? Leo obviously didn't care, but he certainly did.

Daniel sighed and closed his eyes, not ready to face tomorrow.

#manhunt 2007 #manhunt 2003 #manhunt 2 #manhunt ps2 #leo kasper #daniel lamb #james earl cash

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Sacrifice

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Pack x Reader

Request Summary: You're Scotts twin sister and make a sacrifice for the good of the pack

Warnings: death, panic attack, angst, murder described, death described, reader death; I know for a fact I've missed some and this one is pretty fucking rough, as always read at your own risk.

A/N: This one is angsty, and just a tad longer than normal, consider it my apology to nonnie for taking so damn long on this request. I hope you guys love it, and again, this one is rough, read at your own risk.

You're able to grab one of the fucking resilient demonic ninja's off of Isaac. You could smell his pain, his blood, and you could smell Allisons determination. The second one on Isaac was shot with Allisons arrow, it's glowing green, fighting with the clear pain it's experiencing. With a split decision you're next to Allison, pushing her out of the way, a sharp pain through your chest, and then you're numb.

Allison's face is rampant with fear, her shirt holding a tiny cut that didn't grace the skin. Good, she's okay, and then you're falling.

You don't hit the ground though, your brother, Scott, holding your face with a stray tear falling down his face. You reach up and wipe it away, "It's okay Scotty, it doesn't hurt." Scott chokes back a sob, his hand gently rubbing yours, "Is everyone else okay?" Scott starts to speak, his voice betraying him, sounding mangled, "Yeah, everyone is okay Y/n, you're gonna be okay too." You shook your head, "Not in the way you think I am," Scott finally releases a sob, "no, no, big brother," he tries to laugh, trying to give you a little peace with your joke that even though he's minutes older, he's still older, "it's okay, yeah? Me and you, fighting tooth and nail. This was the best gift I could've ever gotten, I love you, and I love the pack. This is okay." You reach behind him, fingers tangled into his hair, you pull him to you and kiss his forehead. "Don't let them blame themselves, and don't blame yourself," another kiss to his cheek, "I love you big brother."

Scott's memories with you flashes before his eyes as the color in yours goes out, how did we get here?

"Scott! You okay?" You look over his body for injuries, he hisses at you making contact with his torso. "Scott, what's wrong? Did you get bit by something too?" Scott's eyebrows raise, "What do you mean 'too'? Did you get bit?" You roll your eyes and turn around, shirt stained with blood, "Yeah, I managed to get away from the fucker while rolling down some hill, now let me see yours." You swat him away, lifting his shirt and taking a good look at the bite mark, "Okay, not too bad, you fix me up and I'll fix you up? Not a word to mom, got it?" Scott nods, walking with you into the house to take care of the bite marks.

Scott can't feel anything, surrounded by you, your lifeless body. His anger, no, pain, soars through him as his eyes glow, a roar deep within him. The only thing anyone in his pack can hear is the scream from Lydia's lips and the roar of pain from Scott.

Isaac barely notices the sound around him, only his own heartbeat in his ears as he listened to yours fade away.

"Isaac you fucking idiot!" You slapped Isaac on the back of the head, he looks at you with lost, glowing, puppy dog eyes, "Sorry, Y/n." His eyes dull to his normal brown and you frown, "You've gotta do better honey, you can't lose control like that, you'll kill someone and I know that's not what you want." Isaac sits on the metal bench in the locker room, head in his hands, "I don't know that I'll ever be able to."

You sigh, sitting next to him with your hand rubbing his back, "You will, just give it time, until then, you've gotta find something that works for you, something that prevents you from breaking someone fucking ribs Isaac." You voice becomes elevated again towards the end, irritated at Isaac's recklessness. "Yeah," he leans his head down to your shoulder, "I know firecracker."

Scott is blind to the feeling on his bloody hand, only noticing it when Allison's tears hit it. Allison brushes a hair out of your face, you looked peaceful, she's eternally grateful for you, for what you did for her tonight and what you've done for her up until this point.

"Allison, fuck," you huff, pulling yourself up from the ground, "let's do it again, I know that this isn't you, your aim is perfect, let it all go and focus on me okay?" She sighs, shaking the bow in her hand, "Maybe the fact that I could actually hurt you isn't helping." You're eye to eye with her, both hands on her face, eyes glowing, "No, you won't hurt me, I'm invincible remember?" She laughs, shaking her head, "Alright, last time." You grin ear to ear and took off running. Allison brings the bow up, listening to you run. She sees glimpses of you, through the trees, and the arrow is gone. She sighs, she didn't hit you, she's shouting at you "I told you! I can't do it!"

You touch her back, startling her, she lets out a small yelp and turns to you. Her eyes go wide when she sees the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. "Oh, Jesus Y/n," her bow drops and she's bringing her hands up to try and get it to stop bleeding. "Oh quit being a pussy and pull it out," you rolled your eyes, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to the arrow in your shoulder. "I'm so sorry I hit you-" she pulls it out and you let out a long groan, already feeling better with the object dislodged. "Don't be sorry, you hit me, let's do it again." Allisons eyes widen, if that's even possible, and shakes her head, "No, absolutely not." You laugh, "Lighten up buttercup, I'm invincible remember? And this time I'm not going easy." She scoffs at you, "Easy? Oh I see how it is, run little wolf, run." With that, you take off running, Allison laughing at your excitement.

Kira is frozen, she feels like she died, you were her best friend. Over anyone else, you'd been the first to accept her, the first to fight for her, the first one she'd confided in.

"Kira, what the hell are you saying?" You're sitting with your arms crossed at a picnic table, nose in your homework. "I-I know that we were friends first, so I was going to tell you first, before I said any-" You slam your hand one the table, "Kira, baby, spit it out, fuck." This is the you realize that Kira's scent holds fear and anxiety. "Kira, what's wrong?" You're more serious now, waiting for the bomb to drop that there's another fight to be had. "I like Scott, like like him, Jesus please don't be mad." You burst into full laughter, tears streaming from your eyes.

When you calm down Kira is staring at you, piddling with the strings on her sleeves. "Oh, my god," you laugh again, trying to calm yourself. "You're not mad?" You laugh harder, smacking the table a few times, "Jesus Christ no, I can't believe-" you stand up still laughing, hugging her. "I don't give a shit," rubbing her back, "you had nothing to worry about, as long as you don't get mad if I fuck your dad." Kira jerks back, shock on her face, "Y/n!" You laugh harder, "I'm fucking kidding, jeez," you sit back down, "fucking sit down and gush to me about my brother."

She shakes herself out of it when she feels her mother enclose her in a hug. Tears finally falling.

Lydia's scream has finally ended, and she's inconsolable. Memories flooding through her head as she lays her head on an unconscious Stiles.

"Lydia god dammit," you truck to the pool, "did you find another one?" You stop at the strong scent of blood, rushing to Lydia, Stiles right behind you. "Are you hurt?" Lydia shakes her head, staring at you, "I already called 911." Stiles looks hurt, arguing with Lydia over why she should call him before the police, but you push him to the side. "Heya honey," you wrap your arms around her waist, "it's okay, don't listen to Stiles grumpy ass, let's me and you go sit." You're not sure why you aren't phased by the body next to you, but you let Stiles do whatever he needs to do for Scott while you try and get Lydia's head back down to Earth.

"Hey Lyds, dontcha think you're a little overdressed to come to the pool?" She lets out a small chuckle and you relax a little, "This can't be my new normal, Y/n. Finding dead bodies? I can't take this." You hold her hand, sighing, "None of us asked for this Lydia, I'm so sorry. If you want I can stay with you for a few days, follow you if you zonk out again?" Lydia just nods, and she feels for the first time that you're as much her best friend as Allison.

Lydia can't stop crying, Scott is trying to get ahold of himself, Kira is crying with her mother, Isaac is breathless and in pain, and Allison is held by her father.

"She did it for me dad," Allison sobs, her father already made sure she wasn't hurt, "she did it for me and I don't know why." Chris shushes her, running his fingers through her hair, grateful for your sacrifice so his beautiful girl could live. "She did it because she loved you," Allison sobs harder, "I know sweet girl, but listen, we have to deal with this. You can cry, scream, break things later, but now? Now we get our stories straight." Allison nods, and her dad is off to Scott to prep him.

When Stiles finds out, it's like every cell in his body failed him. Scott caught him and pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down his face. "I know. I know brother." Stiles can't breathe, it's been a long time since he's had a panic attack, but here he is, without you, panicking.

"Stiles," you sigh, throwing a ball against his ceiling and back into your hand, sprawled out on his bed, "you've gotta stop." Stiles shakes his head, "No, no there is something here!" He tosses the books to the floor, you get off the bed, wrapping your arms around him from behind, "You'll find it but you're not going to without sleep. Come on." You tug him back to his bed, "Let's nap, and then we'll come back to all," you gesture to his board covered in multicolored string, "this." Stiles sighs heavily, letting you pull him to the bed. It's not the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last, that you've convinced him to sleep. He crawls in next to you and you throw your arm open, allowing him to lay his head over your heart. He falls asleep to the lull of the thump thump thump.

Stiles shakes himself out of the memory, remembering that he'll never hear that beautiful sound again and vows to hold onto it. He lets out a pained, choked sob, "Scott-" Scotts arms are around him still, Scott can smell the guilt coming off of the small man, "Don't - It was not your fault Stiles. It wasn't anyone's fault." Scott lets Stiles cry, mourn his best friend, the woman he's come to love like his own sister. "Have you told Derek?" Scott sighs, Stiles already knows the answer.

When they get to Derek's place, Derek opens the door, already smelling them and their horribly displaced emotions. "What is it?" Scott lets himself in, Stiles following close behind him and he's checking for his little flame, and when you're nowhere to be found, his heart sinks. "Where's Y/n?" Derek can smell the grief coming off of Scott in waves, not missing the anger that hides beneath it. "Fuck, my little flame," his voice sounds broken, barely audible to the human boy who stares sorrowful at him.

"Derek Hale!" You kick the door open to home, "Derek Hale! Get your ass out here!" Derek almost materializes behind you, but you're just as quick as he is. "Derek Hale! I oughtta kill you, you son of a bitch!" You march to him, taking him off guard by your fist that collides into his face. He's knocked back a couple feet, staring at you with glowing eyes. Your eyes match his, "I am not afraid of your eyes, wolf boy! You turned three people!" Derek shrugs, "So what if I did?" You go for a second punch, this time caught by Derek, he can't smell a single ounce of fear, only fury.

"They knew what they were getting into," Derek lets go of your hand. "Oh, fuck you, Derek," you shove him back, "you can spin that stupid story to whoever you want, but you and I know better." Derek shrugs, "So what? They're better now, stronger, and they like it." You let out a deep growl, "Did you tell them about the death?" You step forward towards him, "Did you tell them how they'd be pulled into every murder in this town?" You shove him back again, following his step backwards, "Did you tell them of the pain? Did you? Of course not." Your hand grasps his chin, squeezing painfully with your claws out, making him look at you, "Hear me Derek Hale and hear me good. If anything," you squeezed him harder, bringing a hiss from him, "and I mean anything, happens to them, I will hurt you." You back away and head out of his house, stopping at his door, "And trust me, I'm a fire you can't put out." He laughs, watching you walk away, but mumbling just where you can barely hear, "I have a feeling I don't want to be burned by your flame."

A growl explodes from his lips, pain filling his entire being. You've been the glue that holds them all together, bringing them back from the brink again and again. How could they survive without you?

Months after your death, they've settled back into the groove of things, nothing ever feels the same without you though.

They talk about you all the time, Stiles has a tendency to try and calm people down like you did. Trying to help keep everyone grounded. He's nowhere near as good at it like you were, but he's trying. Allison keeps your memory around by never changing her lock screen, a picture of everyone in the pack resting on the screen she checks every five minutes. Isaac has found a new anchor, with Scott's help, using himself to be able to control the rage that flurries inside of him after your death. Lydia lives for adopting your fire, absolutely never keeping her mouth shut much to everyone's dismay, but it's a way to keep your image around. Kira has become closer to Allison and Lydia, but she knows they'll never replace you. They don't laugh at her like you did when she talks about Scott, and it's a painful memory. Derek's become much more involved with Scott's pack, dedicated to doing what he can for not fighting by your side the right you died, a debt he'll never repay. Scott finds his peace in his pack, but the hole in his heart for his sister will never fade, like the newly placed fire tattoo on his forearm will never fade.

They are all eternally grateful.

They all know it'll never be the same.

They all hate your sacrifice.

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jungkxook · 4 years

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—stay. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: popstar!jungkook x groupie!reader + smut / sprinkle of angst and fluff

⟶ words: 8,083

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you but the fact that you’re sleeping with two of his band mates too makes things a tad bit complicated.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, slight dom themes, oral sex, finger sucking oops, boob fondling, hair pulling ft. jungkook’s undercut, doggy style, missionary, thigh riding, spitting, jealous kook!!, unprotected sex, kind of slight possessive themes? but also just general sweetness tbh

⟶ disclaimer: my time jungkook still has me in my feels! also, this is a repost of an old fic on an old blog.

“Stay with me?”

Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. It’s just that, lying there with you on the hotel room bed, there’s no other place he’d rather be ━ and there’s no one else he’d rather experience the moment with than you. Legs tangled together on top of the duvet with your fingers tracing circles onto his bare chest, Jungkook swears he’s in love with you ━ only, you’re not his to have.

“I have to go,” You pout, though your fingers continue drawing constellations on his skin, treading down his arm and over the tattoos that adorn him. You’re focusing now on the lily on his forearm, around and around, sending his head spiralling. “Promised my friends we could hang out today. Besides, don’t you have Mina or Nina━” You wave your hand in the air to dismiss the thought━ “coming over soon?”

“Who?” It takes him a moment to even remember who you’re talking about. Truthfully, he hasn’t seen that girl in well over six months but he’d never tell you that. In fact, he hasn’t been seeing anyone else other than you but he would definitely never tell you that. “Oh, yeah. Well, I think she’s coming over later tonight.”

“Well━” You trail off, and Jungkook knows it’s because you’re stalling. You want to stay, and he knows it well enough, but every question you ask him is just meant to further reassure you that it’s okay if you stay. That he wants you to. “Aren’t you busy with work today before the second show?”

Jungkook shrugs. “We still have lots of time before the day starts.”

You shake your head at him but he knows he ultimately wins out when you start to smile to yourself. You prop yourself up beside him and he has to admire momentarily how you’ve never been timid in front of him when you’re naked. His hand reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek and you smile down at him. But then something seems to dawn on him that he can’t believe he foolishly hadn’t thought of first.

“Unless… Unless you need to see one of them soon.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung or Namjoon.” It takes all he can muster to say their names without a trace of bitterness. He lifts himself up on his elbow. “Are you still seeing them?”

You shrug innocently. Sitting up a little straighter, you brush his hand away and fidget with your hair. “Would it matter if I was?”

Yes, he wants to scream but he refrains. “No. I just━” he stops. “Just curious. Is that what you meant by work then? You have to go see Tae or something right after me? ”

“No, you prick.” He’s relieved you giggle at him, fingers poking at his chest despite the fact that he was mentally cursing himself for being a dick the minute the words left his mouth. “Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of sex. Friends, too.”

“I know, I know,” he says sheepishly. “Sorry, I━ I know. You said you wanted to go shopping downtown before the show tonight, right? One of your friends ━ Dahyun ━ goes to school in the next city over and she’s taking the day off to see you. I do listen when you talk, y’know?”

He doesn’t miss the warm smile that spreads across your face. You finally return to him, kissing him slow and steadily. In the meantime, he flips you over onto your back and then parts from you much to your dismay. He’s nestled himself between your legs in an instant, kissing up your thigh and sending shivers down your spin. Your hand flies down to twine your fingers in his hair, now much longer than usual.

“I guess I could stay a little longer, if you’d want me to,” You say.

“I do.”

He wastes no time in swiping his tongue at your folds, his mouth wrapping perfectly around you. You’re already mewling with delight. That’s all it ever is with the two of you. Sex and more sex. And while Jungkook isn’t complaining, he sure does wish he could just have more of you. Jungkook burrows a little deeper, his nose rubbing against your clit as he eats you out.

“Morning sex does sound nice,” You manage to say, breath shaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps against you. “It does, doesn’t it?”

Your thighs are already threatening to squeeze shut around his head, fingers tightening in their hold. His own hands find purchase on your waist, stretching outward to hold on to you, and nothing can break you both apart. Not even the muffled sound of rapid knocking on the front door of the too grand hotel room. At least, not the first two times. On the third time when it’s followed by the sound of Jungkook’s manager irritably calling out through the flimsy wood panel, does Jungkook groan into your cunt and poke his head upward, craning his neck to look over his shoulder as his manager’s voice carries infuriatingly loudly to you both once again.

“Get up already, will you? We’ve got several business meetings to conduct today and we haven’t got time for you to sleep off a hangover or whatever it is you’re doing━”

“Gimme ‘til noon!” Jungkook asserts gruffly. He settles himself back between your thighs, and you surely don’t miss the devious way he smirks just before burrowing his head into your heat. There’s an inaudible sound that he makes, that you and certainly his manager can distinguish as being, “I’m too busy right now.”

Busy is an understatement, pointedly made clear when his tongue delves into you, lapping at your leaking wetness as if he were terribly quenched and only you could save him. You don’t think Jungkook taking his morning to eat you out is a good enough excuse that will run over well with his manager later in the day, but it drives him away for now with only a grumbled chorus of words left in his wake. But the silence only lasts for so long. Just as Jungkook is getting comfortable once more, you speak up.

“I don’t think tardiness is a very good quality to have as a celebrity,” You ponder aloud through a heavily pleased sigh.

“Ah, or it’s exactly the thing I need,” he counters with a shit-eating grin. “Being late is a very celebrity thing, isn’t it?”

“When the fame gets to their head,” You snort. Your voice splinters off into a whimper as he tilts his chin up a little higher, lapping deeper into you.

“Then I guess I’m bad.” His voice murmurs against you, rattling you to the bone.

“You’re definitely far from bad. Everyone thinks you’re an angel.”

“Wonder if they’d think the same thing if they saw me now━” He pinches lightly at the inside of your thigh, “head between your legs, and you coming on my tongue.”

You roll your eyes, but your wittiness falls short when he tugs with his teeth at your folds. Your back arches off the bed at once, hips pressing harder against his face.

“Namjoon called last night,” You say. No, you don’t say it. You moan it and even though Jungkook knows it’s because of him and how he’s making you feel in that moment, he still hates hearing someone else’s name roll off the tip of your tongue that isn’t his. “If you must know. Said he wanted to see me in the morning━”

Jungkook grimaces. He grunts shortly, “Guess you’re gonna have to let him down.”

“I’m sure Joon will love that━”

“Don’t,” he hisses. He bites down a little harshly on the inside of your thigh but you don’t mind. When he glances up to look at you, his stare is dark and hooded. “Don’t say their names. Not now. Please.”

You almost miss the desperation in his voice, the way he almost whines his words. You don’t ask, even though you’re curious. You don’t ask, even when he eats you out that morning until he’s made sure you’re crying his name and nothing else. You don’t ask, even when fucks you slow and deep and measured and almost, dare you say, loving like he never has before, clinging onto you as if he can’t live without you. You don’t ask, even when he may get a little rough (just how you like it), as if he’s afraid you’ll leave him right then and there. You don’t even ask when he sucks not one but two hickeys on your neck, large enough for anyone to see. For Taehyung and Namjoon to see.

You never really do ask, even though you notice things have become different.

It’s not as if you haven’t always been close to one another. There are more times than not in which you both physically can’t keep your hands off of one another in public, though in the safest and simplest ways possible. It’s there, in the way you sit next to him with your legs crossed regally on the couch in the green room backstage before a set, playing with the rings on his fingers on the hand resting on your shoulder; there, in the way you sit draped across his lap, leaning into his chest, in the studio as they blur through recordings. When you give advice on composing or lyric writing, Jungkook listens. When you giggle into his ear and whisper lewd things when you probably shouldn’t in the middle of a party with important business men and other celebrities, Jungkook is captivated.

It wasn’t always supposed to be like this. Jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you, but he always knew there was something about you he just could not get enough of. You had chosen him first, approaching him late one night at a bar, and he was instantly head-over-heels. Even if it was mutually agreed upon ━ and oftentimes never really outwardly mentioned ━ that you could sleep around with him, Namjoon, and Taehyung, then Jungkook would have to deal with it. He would do anything, if it meant getting to see you more. At first he didn’t even mind. What was one more groupie to the ever growing list he had already accumulated? He’s never gotten feelings for any of them, so surely he thought he would be okay with you; that maybe whatever he was feeling for you would go away.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

After he asks you the question the first time, he finds himself stuck in a greedy months-long habit of asking you wistfully every time he finds you in his bed. He asks it a thousand and one times, but only ever gets one response from you. You’ll say no, that you have to leave, and sometimes you will. But sometimes ━ sometimes when he knows he wins out because he knows you let your guard down long enough to become besotted by him, a tangible mess with his every touch ━ you’ll linger just a little longer and the notion alone is enough to instill a sense of hope in Jungkook even if he knows it’s wrong.

And maybe you shouldn’t play along. Then again, he takes all your time and you devote what little you have left afterward to him anyway, pretending that you’re still seeing Taehyung and Namjoon when you’re certainly not.

Sometimes Jungkook catches you when he doesn’t mean to, or isn’t expecting to, and it’s all different moments that physically pain him. Sometimes those moments come from paying one of the guys a visit and stumbling upon you there, too.

After having not seen you for the whole day, and just before the concert begins, Jungkook is called over to Namjoon’s room within the hotel to discuss some last minute changes to the show (which Jungkook’s positive he would have heard about if he hadn’t ignored his manager early in the morning). Only Namjoon doesn’t answer the door when Jungkook arrives. There’s a crescendo of giggling on the other side of the threshold and then it’s you, and you’re standing there wearing nothing but a baggy shirt of Namjoon’s that barely covers your bum (and shorts too, he thinks, but Jungkook’s much too focused now on you in Namjoon’s shirt). Namjoon’s standing a bit further back, leaning against the wall of the hallway without a shirt on and he’s grinning at something that’s just happened.

“Took you long enough,” Namjoon calls out. “Come in, we’ll get started. I’ll just be right back━ Just hopped out of the shower━” And then he disappears into another room, most likely to find another shirt that isn’t taken by you.

“Jungkook!” You greet him so cheerfully, as if the sight of you half naked in another man’s home isn’t eating away at Jungkook. You pull him into a hug that’s so tight he can smell your familiar perfume and probably Namjoon’s lingering scent if he focuses hard enough. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so standoffish. He hopes you don’t notice. “You’re back early.”

“Yeah. The girls had to leave but that’s okay.” You’re smiling so bright and wide that it almost hurts. “Namjoon━”

“Wanted to see you?” Jungkook finishes for you, remembering your words earlier in the day.

“Yeah━” You’re rambling on now but Jungkook isn’t listening. The pain is still lingering and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it isn’t right but he can’t be bothered to care. In that moment, he realizes he’d rather be anywhere but there and he’s never felt that way before.

“Uh━ You know what?” He cringes slightly when he interrupts you. “Forgot I had to do something actually. Mina called earlier ━ said she wanted to talk or whatever.”

Your face immediately drops at the mention of the other girl and it pains him even more to know that you don’t see through his blatant lie. What’s worse is that Mina had called him the night before, but he had turned her down promptly before she could even say what she wanted.

You glance over your shoulder fleetingly as if to look for Namjoon, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your lower lip. “But I thought you needed to talk with Joon about the show?”

“Can’t, sorry. Tell Namjoon he can do whatever he wants. I don’t care. Seems like he’s got his hands full with you here anyway.”

He hates himself for it ━ he hates how petty he can be, how rude he can sound without truly meaning it ━ but before he can explain himself or apologize in a way that would probably make him look even more like an idiot, he turns his back to you. It’s the first time he’s really ever done something like that. Usually, he puts up with it ━ with you draped over Namjoon’s lap or Taehyung’s hand on your waist because usually he hadn’t always had feelings for you.

Truth be told, Jungkook doesn’t know how Namjoon or Taehyung feel about “sharing” you. He doesn’t even know how you feel about it or if you’ve noticed Jungkook’s short temper lately. He tries to contain it but he can’t and he hates how he’s become when he’s not alone with you. Lately, he’s started to think that maybe this isn’t right anymore. Maybe he shouldn’t keep meeting up with you if he’s going to feel this way all the time, and it wasn’t fair to you for him to be sulking so much. He’s not supposed to be in love. He’s supposed to be having fun.

After all, that’s what it was to you, wasn’t it?

But that night something happens.

Jungkook only notices you half an hour into the show later that night even despite the fact that you’re in the same place that you always are, standing on the side in the part of the pit closest to the stage where only family and close friends are allowed to stay. Of course you’re dancing along, just like you always do, and of course you’re watching him and the rest of the boys with starry eyes, just how he loves. You smiled wide at some point when his gaze locked with yours ━ him, drenched in sweat and nearing exhaustion, and you, face-flushed and looking as if you’re having the time of your life.

But that’s the thing about you ━ you’re not like the others. Sure, your eyes tend to drift to him more often than not and linger on him longer than necessary but you don’t just come for him. You live for the music, admire the rest of the boys that have treated him so dearly and make the group what it is.

And the way he performs ━ you wonder if he purposely exerts himself more because he wants you to only focus on him. Every rough thrust of his hips, every time he grabs at his crotch, dark and hooded eyes meets yours and you know he’s trying to tease you. Trying to make you suffer.

Later, when the concert is finished and you’re at a private room in a club with the boys to celebrate the evening and Jungkook has had one too many shots, he finds you at the bar. He sidles up from behind you, one palm sliding onto the small of your back. You know it’s him even before you look, judging by the familiar stature of his chest pressing against your body, and his usual scent. His lips press to the crook of your neck and your lips unfurl into a smile. You reach up blindly to grab at the nape of his neck as he starts to sway against you to the beat of the music, hips digging into your ass.

“I’ve been dying to be next to you all night.” He whispers this into the shell of your ear and you wonder vaguely how you’ve maintained enough self-control to not drop to your knees and suck him off then and there. Even worse is the fact that he’s still adorned in the makeup from the concert. Your fingers scratch at one of the newly shaved sides of his head, the rest of his long locks only maintain some of its original style pushed back and off his forehead, though now messily mused as it splays out on either side of his head and threatens to hide the undercut once more.

“You’re drunk,” You point out. He doesn’t seem to register the fact that you only point it out because otherwise, if he wasn’t so smashed, you aren’t quite sure he’d even be touching you the way he is now after the way he’s been acting lately.

“So are you,” Jungkook hums. “Let’s get out of here?”

And you can’t possibly say no.

He thinks it’s a shame, really, because you had looked quite pretty that night wearing a velvet red dress. Because after somehow calling a taxi and stumbling back to his dorm, he gets lost in you for a while and completely ravishes you, impatiently ripping your dress off you and pressing you against the wall, hips eagerly digging into yours until you hook your legs around his hips and he carries you off to bed to finish.

When you’re spent from your first high, Jungkook moves from your sprawled out positions on the bed and gets up, pulling on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor. You watch him as he combs his hair back that’s fallen into his face again, muscles in his biceps rippling as he does so. He reaches for an acoustic guitar in one corner, then sinks onto the edge of the bed. He’s not usually this quiet after a night spent together, though you don’t quite seem to notice, thinking nothing of it as he starts plucking away at the guitar with a melody in mind if only because when he’s frustrated and stuck on a lyric, he usually goes to you in seek of help in terms of finding relief. You get to your knees, crawling over to him so that you can drape your arms around his shoulders from the back.

“That’s pretty,” You sigh dreamily, nodding to the guitar and the lazy strumming he had been doing. In the distance, you realize there’s been music playing faintly the whole time from the dock where his phone is plugged in. You recognize one of the boys’ songs playing, then realize it’s Jungkook’s solo, his own voice singing beautifully back to you. Above all else, you realize all at once that he isn’t really playing anything at all, or brainstorming a new song, but plucking along absentmindedly to the melody of his own song.

He’s distracted but he tenses at your touch, then relaxes at once, melting instantly against you. “Just messing around,” he sighs.

“Nonsense,” You giggle. He glances over at you just in time to see you reach for his hand, and he watches as you play with the rings on his fingers. “There’s magic in these hands. In more ways than one.”

You press a chilling kiss against his palm, and then the tip of each of his fingers. Time seems to slow, and all he can suddenly focus on is you.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” His voice has a dull, stubborn whine to it that he can’t shake. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Once or twice,” You smirk. You busy yourself by focusing on lining the bottom of your palm with his, measuring your hand in his. He’s much bigger than you, his fingers nearly towering over yours and they’re always so snug and warm.

“Well, it’s true,” he says. “You’re the kinda girl songs are written about.”

“Unless I’m mistaken,” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, “you have written songs about me.”

He feigns a look of doubt, though a smile threatens to tug at his mouth, especially when you delicately lace your fingers with his one-by-one. “Ah, is that what you think, baby girl? Don’t let the fame get to your head.”

You laugh, dropping your head and leaning your temple against his knuckles in an attempt to hide your sheepish face. With his free hand, he sets his guitar back onto the floor and then unravels his other hand from yours. His palm is calloused and hot as it slides onto your cheek, and you nuzzle into it even despite him guiding your face back up to look at him. He can’t help himself; he leans in to kiss you, biting at your lower lip and earning a delicious moan. As his hands come to grip at your sides just over your ribs and the underside of your breasts do you crawl into his lap to straddle him. For a while, he lets himself get carried away, feeling your hands roam his chest, but then with such vivid intensity, he can only imagine Namjoon and Taehyung in the same position as him and it almost makes him want to vomit. Either that, or it’s the alcohol. Gathering his wits, he shakes his head, pulling apart from you.

“I think I should write━” He fumbles uselessly with his words. “Namjoon’s gonna kill me if I don’t finish these songs━”

You arch your chest against his, warm and soft and palpable, and your hips dig into his a little more roughly, rubbing against his straining erection. You can be heard whining sluggishly as you kiss the underside of his jaw, “But I want you inside me, Kook.”

His breath hitches in his throat, but he can’t think straight anymore. Is the scent he smelling even you anymore, or just a mix of Namjoon and Taehyung? And when you tell him he’s the only one who can ever make you feel the way he does, do you tell that to them too?

His silence is answer enough, and is what ultimately forces you to look up at him. You’re met with an empty expression, then your own countenance is contorting. You sit back on his lap.

“I don’t understand you anymore, Jungkook,” You say. There it is, he laments to himself. The familiar pang to his chest, the dreaded realization that maybe he’s fucked this whole thing up forever. “It’s like sometimes you can’t get enough of me, touching me here and there and just before shows when you’re supposed to be on in ten minutes, telling me that no one will care if you’re late. Then sometimes it’s like you won’t even look at me. Like you can’t get me off of you fast enough; like you can’t even touch me anymore.”

Jungkook avoids your stare, which he knows is exactly the sort of thing he shouldn’t do. But you already have your answer. You clamber off of his lap at once to slide back onto the bed and he wants nothing more than to pull you back but he knows he shouldn’t. Now, you seem flustered, or maybe just disheartened. Your arms come to cross over your bare chest, as if to hide yourself.

“You don’t want to touch me anymore,” You say dryly.

It’s not a question so much as it is a statement. Either way, he shakes his head. Rubbing a tired hand over his face, he mumbles, “Maybe you should go.”

You clamp your mouth shut. “You’re not serious, Jungkook.”

He still doesn’t dare to meet your gaze, his jaw set hard in place.

“You’re kicking me out? Now? Now?”

“I’m not. I’m just━ Not in the mood tonight.”

“What a liar,” You gasp. “I had your stupid boner poking my ass the entire time we were at the club, and you sure as hell spent the better part of the night fucking me.”

He can’t quite tell if you’re mad. Your tone dances a fine line between incredulousness and amusement, though he assumes it all boils down to disappointment in the end anyway. You refuse to move, though, pushing yourself onto your knees beside him.

“Tell me the truth, Jungkook,” You plead carefully. “Something’s wrong. Has been for a while, and I want to know what it is.”

He takes a deep breath and finally meets your stare and, god, you look irresistible. Your lips are bruised red from him biting and sucking at them, and your exposed chest is too tempting, beckoning him to touch you. His mind is a whirlwind of emotions ━ plus, he’s just a little bit tipsy, and so he blames it on that for caving into you so easily.

He grimaces. “I’m jealous, all right?”

You don’t respond at first, and he decides he wants to curl up into a hole and die. Then, you snort, which isn’t exactly the sort of reaction he was expecting to hear from you, and suddenly you don’t seem so angry at him anymore. “I knew that. Was wondering when you’d tell me, though.”

“You what?”

“Well, it’s not that hard to see. You’re always giving Namjoon and Taehyung death glares when I’m around.”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.” He says this sheepishly, and at least you giggle at him. “I just━ I’m selfish. I want you to myself.”

“I’m not a thing to have,” You retort.

“I know,” he says, and then groans the words again. “Fuck, I know. I’m sorry. I know you’re not a thing to have, and you’re not mine to have but, god, I hate it that they know everything about what it feels like to be with you.”

Gently, he grabs at your waist, tugging you onto his lap, rough hands spreading your thighs to sit perfectly on him once more. Then, with his hands planted on your hips, does he guide you back and forth on him slowly. He reaches out to brush his fingers along your bare arms, then across your collarbones, and down to your breasts. He leans down as if to kiss the valley between them, but his mouth never really does meet your skin; instead, his lips graze faintly against you.

“That they know your body.” He brushes his nose against your chest as he lifts his head. His mouth ghosts across your breasts, almost catching your nipples in his mouth, his breath warm and tingly against the sensitive flesh, just to tease you. His hand follows his lips, grasping firmly at the underside of your breast, his thumb flicking over the perked bud. “Have touched it where I’ve touched it.”

Your own hands flail out to grasp at his shoulders, your breath hitching in your throat. “Why? Why do you hate it so much? That’s all I want to know.”

“Because they don’t even know how lucky they are,” he mutters. “Because you probably do all sorts of things for them and they just think you’re another groupie. Because they aren’t in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?” Your face is hot now, your body trembling. His hands are still on your chest when he starts kissing your throat.

“Yeah. I am.”

“What if I told you I’m in love with you too?”

“Well, you are fucking my band mates. I think that makes things a tad bit complicated.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You’re certain if he wasn’t making you feel like heaven in that moment, you would have snapped the words. Instead, you’re already shamelessly grinding your hips against his even without his guidance. “I called it off with them a while ago, actually. They were okay with it, too. Said they felt something was different. You’re the only one in my life, Jungkook.”

Jungkook stops suddenly. He pulls his head back to gawk at you and is greeted to your hooded eyes watching him. “You━ What? What about this morning when you said Namjoon wanted to see you?”

“I lied,” You admit timidly.

“And when you were in his room━”

“We never did anything,” You promise. “I just wanted to see a reaction from you. Honestly, so did Taehyung and Namjoon. I mean, Namjoon purposely told me to come to his room to see if you’d be jealous. And I think I went along with it because I really just want to know that when you ask me to stay with you, in your bed, do you really mean it? I just…” You trail off, biting at your lower lip, asking him apprehensively, “What about you and that Mina girl?”

“I haven’t seen her or talked to her in months,” he says earnestly.

“Of course not.” You say this in a breathless laughing manner, as if it’s just now dawning on you. Then, you reach up to cradle his head in your hands, grasping at either side of his face. When you speak next, your voice is an ardent whisper. “I want to be with you, Kook. Like really, really be with you. I didn’t know how to tell you because we were so used to just having sex and nothing more and I figured if that’s all I could get with you, then I’d learn to live with it even if it’d kill me to hear you hooking up with other girls.”

Jungkook blinks. He takes a moment to comprehend what’s happening, but then he’s feeling that tension in his chest loosen and he’s just so relieved.

“There’s only you,” he says. “Has been for a while.”

You smile, so big and soft and pretty, and he kisses you just to bask in the moment. Suddenly, he’s just overwhelmed with love for you and almost doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Maybe I should get you jealous more often,” You muse pensively. “It’s kinda hot.”

“It’s mean,” he pouts. Then, his demeanour changes and he’s smirking wolfishly. “Besides, they can’t fuck you like I can, can they?”

“N-No,” You croak feebly. “It’s always been you, Jungkook. Even with them. I’d never tell them but… you’re all I could think about even when I was with them. Imagining you touching me instead of them. Imagining it was you when they laid with me.”

This seems to grab his attention, having him groaning into your neck. “What’d I say? Gonna be the death of me.”

You shiver at the sound of his hoarse voice. You whisper aloud, “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid lately,” he says. “Let me make it up to you. Do you want that, baby girl? But first you gotta show me you mean it. That you’re mine.”

As he tongues a pattern against your throat, you muster a nod. You wonder if it’s obvious how badly you want him in that moment, with the way your hips continue to grind against his.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh,” he murmurs against you. “Can you do that for me?”

The thought entices you and has you scrambling to nod your head again. His large hands come to grab at your ass, shifting you until you’re seated on one of his legs. Your eyes never stray from his as you start to grind against his thigh, the rough material of his sweatpants rubbing at your core. Slow and steady, he guides you back and forth, watching as your pretty mouth pops open into a silent gasp.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos. “God, you look so pretty. And you’re all mine. Touch yourself for me.”

“Where?” You ask breathlessly.

“All over. Anywhere you want me.”

You whimper at the thought, imagining the feeling of his rough hands on your body. You start at your chest, grasping at your own breasts, squeezing at your perked nipples. You pinch them until they’re hard under your fingertips, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with your palm as you try to picture Jungkook doing the same. Then, you slide one hand down the front of your stomach, past your navel. He watches as you dip lower and lower before finally reaching between your legs, fingers rubbing small circles against your clit. The mingling feelings of you rutting your hips against his thigh and the way you touch yourself under his burning stare has you writhing on his lap within seconds.

“Oh, Jungkook━” Your eyes clamp shut, brows knitting in concentration. “Wanna feel you so bad━”

“Uh uh,” he tuts at once. Grabbing at your chin, he yanks your head back up in his direction and taps his thumb against your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see how I make you feel.”

“But it feels so good,” You whine. Still, you listen, prying your eyes open just slightly enough to meet his stare again. Now, you’ve started to grind a little harder on him, rubbing at your heat a little faster. “Please, Jungkook━”

“Cum for me first,” he coos, his tone gentle despite his obvious demands. “Then I’ll do whatever you want. You can do that for me, right?”

You muster a nod, eyes threatening to flutter shut again but you refrain. He moves one of his arms to wrap around your waist, his large hard encompassing almost all of your back as he pushes you closer to him and the action alone is enough to make you hum with delight.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says. “The things they could never do for you.”

He doesn’t say Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s names for you to understand and, truthfully, you’re glad he doesn’t. Your mind is much too focused on Jungkook to care about anyone else.

“I want you━” You cry out suddenly, biting at your lip. “I want you to touch me, anywhere. I want you to use me, and make me yours. I want you in me. I just need your dick, Jungkook, please. You always make me feel so good. Please, please touch me━”

His jaw sets hard in place as he continues to watch you, fingers itching to please you however which way you want, but he waits. He knows you’re close to your high when you start whimpering and moaning his name, your hand falling from your chest as your other hand rubs harder at your clit the faster you ride his thigh. He flexes his muscle beneath your core, and the simple action is enough to have your head spinning. As you reach your high, his hand that is still wrapped around your chin slides upward and his two forefingers poke into your mouth. Instantly, you’re sucking against them, tongue laving at his digits desperately as you imagine his cock in your mouth, in your cunt, stretching you wide.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he grunts. “Keep your eyes on me.”

As you unravel in his arms, body twitching into his chest, his arm tightens its hold around your back and envelopes you in his warmth so much to the point where it feels as if you begin to melt against him. You grab at his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth until you almost gag, muffled moans meeting his ear as you climax. When you’re spent, your pace on his thigh slows to a steady occasional gyrating of your hips as you suck and lav at his fingertips.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Jungkook hums, his free hand stroking your back as you calm your nerves. When you’ve regained most of your wit, you pop Jungkook’s fingers from your mouth and he takes the liberty of guiding his palm down your chin to your throat to your breasts. “You’re doing so well for me. Bet you never listened as well to them as you do with me. Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”

You scramble to obey, crawling off his lap and onto all fours on the bed. You crane your neck to watch as he gets to his knees behind you, shoving the material of his sweatpants down to his knees in haste. He’s already impossibly hard, grasped in his knuckles, precum leaking from the head of his dick. He wastes no time in pushing himself into you, and though he’s stretched you wide hours ago, the same feeling of him slipping in snug to your heat does wonders on your body still.

“Mm, Jungkook!” You cry out as he buries himself balls deep into you, coaxed so easily by your slick arousal. He sputters at the sensation, palms pawing at your navel as he yanks you further down his cock. “F-Fuck━ You feel so good━”

“Show me,” he gasps, pulling his hips out once and rutting into you so vigorously you feel it shudder throughout your whole body. Then, he’s thrusting into you at a rhythmic fast pace that has you clenching so tight around him, his head spins some more. “Let me hear you. I wanna see how I make you feel. Let me see how you belong to me.”

He tugs at your elbows, yanking you up off the bed, and you clumsily follow suit, pressing your back flushed against his chest.

“I’m all yours, Jungkook,” You whine. “I want you to wreck me so bad. Only you know how to wreck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” he taunts. “Only me? Gonna prove it?”

“Please, Jungkook━ Harder, please━ I’ll do anything you want!”

He quickens his pace and slams his hips up into yours harshly. It has you moaning with delight, nearly slipping from his grasp, but he holds you tighter in place. He reaches round to grab at your chin again, twisting your head in a careful yet prompt manner so that you’re looking over your shoulder at him with your flustered gawking expression.

“Open up.” He taps at your mouth and you do as you’re told. Almost instantly, he pulls your chin closer until your mouth is hovering over his, and spits. It’s a wordless command and gesture, as if to further prompt you to prove your point. You welcome it entirely, swallowing his own saliva completely. What doesn’t make it into your mouth, dribbles down your chin and onto your throat. Then you’re chasing his mouth, hearing him hum approvingly, “That’s it, baby.”

You almost miss his lips the first time from the way he’s being so feral now as his hips continue to slam against yours. You’re fortunate when he guides your chin, still pinched between his fingers, in a much too tender manner for the crude moment that has your heart swooning despite all the hysteria. A hot open-mouthed kiss which is still entirely sloppy as your tongues ravish mid-air, and his teeth nip and suck on your lower lip any chance he can get.

“Gonna tell them how well I fuck you?” he asks breathlessly. You bite at his lip this time, tugging at it hard. “Let them know you’re all mine? Fuck━”

“Mhm!” You rasp. “Oh, Jungkook━”

By now, his pace is relentless. You threaten to ricochet from his grip with each rut of his hips, knees wobbling beneath you. He hand falls from your chin finally to grab at your breasts, replacing your earlier efforts, pinching at your nipples, squeeze at your soft flesh. He lavs wet kisses along your jawline, your neck, and shoulder. Your own head leans back onto his shoulder, a hand reaching out to grasp at his hair. Your fingers first scratch at the shaved sides, then thread through his hair, yanking at it tightly enough to have him grunting in delight.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna━” You whimper. “I’m gonna━”

But you don’t finish your thought. It doesn’t matter anyway. Jungkook already knows you’re close to your high with the way you start to clench around him. You pull even tighter at his hair, a pleasant burn evoking a hiss from his throat. His hips move even faster than before, desperate to try and carry you to your high. So riddled from your first orgasm not long ago and the one before that, you’re quick to crumble beneath him once more. Twisting and turning, you cry out his name in a repeated mantra, like music to his ears. When the scorching heat between your thighs and blinding your eyes subsides enough for you to be somewhat coherent again, you meekly find your voice.

“Tell me I’m yours,” You beg despairingly, voice barely a ragged panting whisper. The aftershock of your orgasm still shakes through your body that the way you’re clutching at his hair now is only so that you can still have some sort of hold on reality still. “Please, please. Tell me. I wanna be yours so bad. You already have me, just wanna hear it from you. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Please, Jungkook━”

A nerve flutters in Jungkook’s heart. And his dick. He marvels momentarily at the idea of how he wants to continue to wreck you and simultaneously love you all over and grows impatient. Without warning, and with much difficulty, he pulls out of you. Before you can register what’s happening or miss the warmth of his cock in your heat, he pushes you onto the bed and flips you around so that you’re on your back. Then, hovering over you close enough so that he can hook one of your legs over his shoulder, he pushes himself back into you.

“You’re all I want,” he says, smoothing his mouth over yours once more. He moans against your lips, then rests his forehead against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut. “God, I’m so fucking in love with you. You make it so hard to think sometimes. Everything about you drives me wild.”

His pace isn’t as harsh as before, though he’s careless as he abandons all form in an attempt to ride out your high and reach his own. Each thrust he makes jolts you back and forth on the bed, the sensitivity between your thighs a mild burn that starts to crescendo as you gasp each time his cock slides back into you. You reach out tiredly to grab at his face with soft motions despite not bothering to move him from where he still rests with his forehead. One large palm of his comes to grasp at your side, pushing you further into the mattress as he hammers into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum━” He moans. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Gonna let me make your cunt mine?”

“Yes, please,” You rasp. “Wanna feel it so bad.”

It’s different this time despite knowing the sensation well enough from all those times before. Every event since then has been a build up to this, and when he finally releases into you, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make the both of you whimper and whine, mewling with delight the longer he cums in your heat.

Then, he slumps against your chest and the room falls silent once more safe for the sound of your mingled panting. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck and your fingers rake through his sweaty hair in a soothing manner until that too ceases after a few silent moments.

“Not falling asleep on me now, are you?” he asks after the thrill of both your highs have subsided. He lifts his head to look at you and finds that you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No,” You lie. You pry one eye open to look at him as you bite back a sheepish snicker. He pulls out of you at long last, and the lack of warmth has you immediately protesting. You reach out blindly for him before he can move too far. “Come back here. I want to cuddle you.” Then, letting your surroundings register once more, you realize suddenly that music has still been playing all this time. Most specifically, Jungkook’s solo which has been left on a loop. You meet his curious gaze in the dark and deadpan, “Did you seriously just fuck me to your song?”

“It’s not fucking when we were making love,” he wriggles his brows suggestively. You wonder how he’s always so quick to go from one extreme to the other. Whereas five minutes ago, you wanted nothing more than to have him demolish you with his dick, now he’s just his usual lovable idiotic self that you want to kiss all over. He’s not wrong though, you discern. The song isn’t a bad one either, and the thought of him having sex with you to his own music is undescriably hot anyway.

“You can’t say you were making love to me when you just took me raw.” Amongst other things, you think to yourself, but you’re certain he’s well aware of that. His snickers warm your heart to no end and you can’t help yourself when you lean forward to kiss him.

“I can and I will because I love you,” he says proudly. Then, as if tasting the words on his tongue and favouring the sound of it, hums more pensively again, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

And this time he knows you mean it because, in the morning, when you both wake up feeling sore and marked all over by one another (so that Namjoon and Taehyung can know), you’re still curled up into Jungkook’s chest. You’re half asleep, your nose nuzzling against the crook of his neck and making him smile. You’re only roused awake by the feather-light strokes his fingers make as they rub small circles into your back.

“Stay with me?” Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. This time, he even knows it’ll be different.

He sees your sleepy smile widen when he kisses your temple sweetly, and decides quickly that he likes this, right there and now, as it is, and especially when he hears you whisper finally, “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

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Always You | JJK (Drabble#3)

Summary: You have yet to tell Jungkook your big news and he might not take it so well.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: Angst!!! Smut!!! And fluff too hehe

Word count: 7.3k (I am SO sorry)

Warnings: sad Jungkook, jealous oc, panic attack, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, cum eating, scratching, marking, overstimulation, mentions of anal (sorry if I forgot any)

Notes: sorry this is long for a drabble! I actually managed to get it down to 7k wooo. Also pls don’t be that mad at oc:) hehe. Make sure to send an ask if you want to chat:) ily guys

Taglist: @seagulljk

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The record shop is busier than usual this evening…Yoongi has tried his best to stop by yours and Taehyung’s table to chat but another customer keeps walking in one after the other. You chuckle, waving him off, telling him to work.

“And Jungkook doesn’t know?” Taehyung frowns at you, “Like, this is huge y/n. And you haven’t told him?”

“Not yet, at least.” You admit, bringing your coffee mug to your lips. “I’m going to have to eventually though right…”

“Who else doesn’t know?”

“Everyone knows actually.”

“Oh girl, that’s not good.”

“What do you mean?” you bring the coffee mug back to the table, your fingers strumming the side of the mug.

“You’re telling me he is the last to know? That’s just…not going to sit right with him and you know that.”

Fuck, he’s right. Jungkook is your best friend, your boyfriend, the man you live with, the man you love…and he has no idea you’re about to move to another country. You got accepted to work in Japan for a year and you could not be more excited. But there’s this huge weight on your entire body, the weight equal to one man.

“I know, shit, but I just can’t. He’s going to act so supportive but I know how disappointed he will be. I mean, we just started living together recently you know? Our relationship is going so nicely and I don’t want to ruin that.” You rant, a frown pulling down your lips.

“I finally finished with my last customer.” You hear Yoongi walk up to your little corner of the record shop. “What are we talking about?” he pulls up his chair and sits down.

“y/n still hasn’t told Jungkook about Japan.”

“Still?” Yoongi looks disappointed to say the least. “y/n…”

“Guys, I know!” you throw your hands up, “I’m fucking up.”

“Wait, do the others know that Jungkook doesn’t know?”

“I didn’t necessarily announce that it’s a secret…” you bite your bottom lip, worry filling your body, “And he’s with Jin, Namjoon and Hobi tonight.”

“You should text them and tell them.”

“But it’s not the first time he’s hanging around them since I told them…so maybe I just don’t come up in conversation?” you respond hopefully.

“Yeah, not likely. Jungkook always finds a way to talk about you.” Tae grumbles. “Trust us, we would know.”

“Yeah, he’s right.” Yoongi agrees, “Listen, you need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”

“I’ll tell him…” you pick up your mug and take a sip, “Tonight.”

~~~~~~

Your apartment is dark and there’s no sign of life—Jungkook must still be out with the guys. You sigh in relief because although you said you would tell him tonight you are already chickening out. You know, you know. A cowards move. But honestly, it’s hard!

Right as you think you’re in the clear, you hear the front door opening from behind you. Jungkook is whistling some tune as he walks in and he lights up when he sees you.

“Baby.” He sings out, walking closer to you. “Hi.” He says before leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Hi, how was your night?” you ask as you slip off your shoes and head towards the bedroom.

“It was nice.” Jungkook continues to whistle, “How was yours? How are Tae and Yoongi? Anything new?”

“No, just the usual.” You shimmy out of your pants and slip off your shirt, leaving you in some panties and a bralette. You walk out of your room and into the bathroom to turn on the shower. The water is cold but is quickly heating up as you turn the knob, you enjoy how hot it’s getting.

“Should I join you?” You hear Jungkook say from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist and kisses your neck.

“If you want babe.”

“I want you to want me to.” He pouts, “So, I’ll ask again…should I join you?”

You can’t help but giggle, turning around in his grasp and pulling at his shirt.

“Yes, please.” You say as he lifts his arms up for you to lift his shirt off. You eye your boyfriend over, his muscles look so strong and honestly? Did they get bigger? He has been hitting the gym more. His tattoos cover one of his arms and it’s such a sexy sight. You trace your fingers over his body art and he smiles down at you.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.” You breathe out and he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra.

“I like what I see too.” He says as your breasts are freed. “God, I love your tits.”

“The water is probably ready.” You smirk, sliding your panties down. Jungkook’s eyes follow your movement, he watches as the panties get dragged down leg by leg.

“Then let’s get in.” He’s taking off his own pants and boxers in one go, leaving him completely naked for you.

The two of you step in the shower, letting the hot water wash over your entire bodies. He lets you go under first as he squirts some shampoo in his palm.

“C’mere.” He commands. You step out from under the water and he massages the shampoo into your scalp, creating a bubbly mess. Then you go back under to rinse, this continues for the conditioner as well and then he’s soon washing your body with body wash, making sure he gets every corner and crevice of your body. Then you do the same for him, he loves when you wash his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp has him groaning.

“Missed you tonight.” He says quietly, “You missed me?”

“When am I not missing you?” you lean up to kiss him. He doesn’t let you lean away though as he leans in further to kiss you deeper. The water dribbles down your faces as you two have your lips moving quickly against one another. He nips at your bottom lip before his tongue tangles with yours, you moan into his mouth and he swallows it.

“Gonna fuck you?” he asks impatiently. His hard cock slipping between your folds as he grinds into you.

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly. “Yes.”

~~~~~~~

You slip on one of Jungkook’s t shirts and a fresh pair of panties and slide into bed. You find yourself in your boyfriends strong, warm arms. You lay your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beat. It’s racing. Why?

“Jungkook—”

“So anything new?” Jungkook cuts you off, his heart doing a million things.

You’re quiet for a few moments before you speak up again.

“Nope.”

You hear Jungkook sigh out heavily…then he’s moving from beneath you and getting up to turn on the lamp.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure?” You sit up on your elbows, confusion drawn on your face.

“y/n…” you hear him softly warn, “I’m giving you a chance to tell me.”

“Tell you what? I have nothing to tell you?”

That’s the moment you think you can physically see Jungkook’s heart break in his chest. His face falls dramatically as a frown takes over.

“Nothing at all?” he asks quietly and that’s when you know. He knows.

“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” you decide to say instead of the truth and his face twists into a look of disappointment.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he looks down at his hands, “That you are apparently fucking moving? To japan?”

You feel yourself go pale.

“I—”

“I have known for a few weeks.” Jungkook admits, “I’ve been giving you time to tell me but it came up again tonight…and I just couldn’t wait anymore. But it seems like you were never going to tell me.” He grits out. “Were you?” His voice is pleading now. “y/n, were you just going to leave without saying anything?”

“What? No! Of course not!” you rush to say, “I just—”

“And you told literally everyone else except for me. Why am I the last to know? Shouldn’t I have been the first person you told? Didn’t you want to like, discuss it with me first? Or did you just make the decision immediately that you’re moving there without even considering me?” he sounds so pained, like speaking isn’t something he excels at.

“Jungkook, what do you mean discuss it with you? It’s my decision,”

He looks at you incredulously, his eyes wetting with tears.

“Of course its your decision at the end of the day but we should still have discussed it! We live together, we are planning a future together!” he cries out. “Or were you going to break up with me?”

“What?! Jungkook no—”

“Maybe that would be for the best, you can’t even tell me something like this—”

“Jungkook stop.” You feel your eyes gloss over, and a few tears slide down your face. “Don’t even talk about breaking up.”

“Why not?” He spits out, “You don’t even tell me shit or consider me in the big things in your life.”

“That’s not true…” you cry. “I was just scared. I thought you would be more supportive…”

“The problem isn’t Japan, y/n.” Jungkook states. “It’s the fact that you couldn’t even tell me about it or discuss it with me. We can make this work but you didn’t even give me a chance to try.” Tears prick his eyes as he speaks and you feel yourself go numb. You fucked up, you should have told him…but you don’t think either way would have been easy.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Wait! No…” you grab for his hand and he exhales deeply.

“Let go of me, y/n.”

“No.” you say, your stubbornness taking over. “No.”

“Why not?” he asks, using his other hand to wipe at his face.

“I love you Jungkook, and I’m sorry.”

“I love you too, y/n. But I’m mad.” He says, tugging his hand away from you. “I need some space.”

~~~~~

“Space?” Jimin asks with a frown, “Don’t you leave in like a month? Isn’t space the last thing you guys should have?”

“You’d think so. But it’s been 5 days Jimin.” You take a swig of your beer and wince at the bitter flavor. “He’s pissed.”

“And he has every right to be, babe.” Jimin points out, “Full offense but you fucked up.”

“I know…” you tug on your hair, “Last time I gave him space he didn’t talk to me for three months…” you say, worry laced in your voice. “How do I know he won’t disappear on me again?” you choke out, “That would fucking crush me. I need to talk to him.”

“I know where he’s at tonight.” Jimin admits softly, “Should we go?”

You nod your head as Jimin stands up and grabs his keys, he walks towards the front door and glances over at you.

“Coming?”

“Yes.”

You and Jimin pull up to some bar downtown, it’s in a shadier part of town and you wonder how Jungkook ended up in a place like this. You guys get inside and see Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the bar with 3 girls surrounding them. You can’t help the way your chest tightens at the sight. Jimin looks over at you and offers you a soft smile.

“They come here to talk to girls?” you bitterly question.

“Does it look like Jungkook is even sparing one of them a glance? He just came with Tae.” Jimin defends and you roll your eyes, you still can’t help but feel irritated.

Jungkook sits here at the bar with a whiskey, taking sip after sip. He looks tired to say the least, he looks plain tired. He doesn’t even notice you coming up to them, he just takes another sip of his drink.

“Why doesn’t your friend talk?” One of the girls slurs out, “I want to talk to him.”

“Oh him?” Taehyung points at Jungkook, “He has a….y/n.” his eyes widen when he spots you.

“A y/n?” the girl asks, clearly confused.

“Yes, a me.” You say harshly, “His girlfriend.”

Jungkook hears your voice and sighs out, setting his drink down. He slowly turns in his bar stool to face you, his tired face becoming even more tired.

“What are you doing here?” he slurs out. “I said I needed space.”

“So you two are broken up then?” the girl asks, “Don’t call yourself his girlfriend—”

“She is my girlfriend.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I just needed some time to think.”

“Oh? With all these girls around?” you spit out. “This what you do when you need space?” You place your hands on your hips. “Talk to other girls?”

Jungkook looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, he shakes his head with a frown,

“Does it look like I’m talking to them?” he asks you, incredulously.

“It’s been 5 days Jungkook, how much space do you need? Need another three months?” he hears your voice crack as you speak and he feels himself deflate.

“Baby, I wouldn’t—”

“You wouldn’t do that?” You ask, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “You’ve done it before.”

Jungkook stands from his bar stool and walks towards you, grabs your hand and leads you outside.

“Let’s go home.” He says softly, “We can talk.”

Jungkook pulls out his phone and orders an uber. The ride gets here within 5 minutes…you two stay silent the whole ride over to your apartment.

Once the uber pulls up to your apartment, Jungkook takes your hand and interlocks your fingers as you two exit the vehicle.

The walk up to the apartment is only a couple minutes, those are silent as well. He keeps his tight grip on your hand though, never letting go.

“We’re home.” Jungkook whispers when you two get inside. “We should drink some water.”

You nod your head in agreeance, heading towards the kitchen. Jungkook follows behind you, he watches your figure as you stumble forward. He exhales a deep, deep breath and rolls his eyes. You’re a little more tipsy than he first thought and he thought he was sort of drunk.

“y/n…maybe we should just get some sleep…”

“No, you said we were going to talk!” You yell out over your shoulder as you reach for two glasses for water. You grab the pitcher from the fridge and pour you and Jungkook a glass. He comes up behind you, and takes a glass and begins drinking it back slowly.

“I still think we should sleep on it tonight—”

“Oh? You on the couch? And me alone in the room?” you spit out, “That’s how we’re going to ‘sleep’ on it?”

“Alright, you obviously want to talk—”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

“Hey…” Jungkook winces, “You don’t have to cuss at me.” He says softly, “Let’s just talk.”

“How long were you going to go without talking to me, hm?”

“Maybe as long as you didn’t tell me about Japan?” Jungkook snaps. He doesn’t mean to snap, of course. But he’s starting to become frustrated. You look at him with shocked eyes, feeling guilty all of the sudden. Maybe you deserved that.

“Jungkook I said I’m sorry—”

“Maybe sorry isn’t good enough.” He grits out, “You kept something so important from me, and didn’t even think it was something we should discuss together. As a couple…as a team.”

You breathe out, trying to calm yourself, the guilt beginning to eat you alive. As a team?

“I was serious…” he begins, his chest starting to heave. “We can make it work if you’re wanting to go abroad. But y/n you have to actually tell me so we can seriously discuss it.” His pained expression feels like a stab to the gut. “Because I won’t lie to you…this isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m so…” he chokes up, “I’m so attached to you.” He finishes with a hard gulp. His eyes stinging with tears, “I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how I can physically be without you.”

“Jungkook…” you stand here with your own tears threatening to fall. “You can be without—”

“No!” he cries out, “I don’t think so.”

“You’re stronger than you think, baby.” You walk closer to him and he falls forward into your arms, you catch him and try your best to hold him up as he starting sobbing into your neck.

“N-No.” he chokes on his sobs, “P-Please don’t-please don’t…don’t leave me.” He manages to cry out between harsh breaths. “I need you.”

Your heart cracks and breaks into maybe tens of millions of pieces, then those pieces manage to get even more crushed. So, this wasn’t just about you not telling him…this goes deeper than that.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you. I’m yours forever.” You remind him softly, caressing his back as he continues to weep. “We would make plans to see each other every few months, remember?”

“You—you want to l-leave me.” He cries harder into your shoulder making you screw your eyes shut so your own tears don’t spill over.

“Baby that’s not—”

“Why am I never good enough to make the people I love stay?” he whispers, his quiet sobs taking a toll on his tired body. Your eyes go wide at his comment…this is much, much deeper than you thought.

“Jungkook…” you whisper his name over and over, trying to calm him. Your hand massages his scalp and he continues to cry.

You don’t know what to say at this point…you don’t think any words you can say will work…will comfort him. Only ‘okay I won’t go’ but you can’t…you can’t say that. Because it would be a lie. You’ve already made your decision and that’s that you are going. You’ve already accepted and made the arrangements to fly out, you’ve already been placed in an apartment, everything is already done. And yes, you feel bad. Awful actually but this is something you really want to do, for you. You want this, you need this. And you hope Jungkook will become more understanding. You know he will…he’s just drunk and emotional right now. But you can tell these are his real feelings.

“Do you still love me?” Jungkook chokes out and your face twists into a frown. This is it, you finally cry. His unsureness breaks you.

“What are you talking about?” you let a few tears stream down your face, “I love you more than anything, anyone.” You hug him tighter, your arms becoming sore from how hard you’re holding on to him.

“Then don’t leave.” He begs into your neck and you fall to your knees, bringing him down with you. You feel so fucking conflicted.

“Baby.” You cry out, “Please understand.”

Jungkook shakes as he cries, like he’s beginning to hyperventilate. He tries to speak but only harsh, quick breaths leave his open mouth. He brings his head back and he looks at you panicked, like he can’t breathe.

“Okay, calm down, calm down.” You whisper, rubbing his back. “Breathe, my love. Breathe.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and shakes his head, he is struggling to find that breath. He continues to breathe out quickly, panic rising.

“In and out, in and out.” You continue to rub his back, “I’m here my love, I’m here.”

Jungkook tries his hardest to take a deep breath but it’s so hard, so fucking hard. He opens his eyes and they scream for you, they are wide and pleading and you feel so fucking heartbroken.

“Come on, in and out…that’s it Jungkook. In and out.” He follows your instructions, trying his best to breathe in and out as steadily as possible. He finally manages to calm down only for him to break down even more…he closes his eyes and starts crying harder this time.

“Jungkook.” Your voice cracks, “Please calm down.” You feel yourself becoming more and more anxious as well.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You whisper out over and over until he’s quieting down. You don’t stop though, you continue to repeat the words until his breathing sounds stable again. You don’t stop caressing his back either, you just continue to do what you can to comfort him.

“I know you do.” Jungkook finally whimpers out. “I know you do. I’m sorry.” He sniffles into your neck. “I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Don’t be sorry baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No, I do.” He says a little more calmly. “I shouldn’t try to make you stay. If you want to go…then that’s what you want and I want to be nothing be supportive of what you want.”

“It’s not because I don’t want to be with you Jungkook. I wish you could just quit your job and come with me, to be honest. But I know I can’t ask you to do that.” You rub his back some more. Jungkook lifts himself off your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“I know.” He sighs out, “I know. It’s just…it’s just for a year, right?” his big doe eyes bore into yours.

“Just a year babe.” You promise, “And I will see you every few months, and we will talk every day.”

Jungkook nods his head and tries to smile for you but it’s tense and strained and you frown again.

“It’ll be fun when you come to visit me…” you try to lighten the mood. “Imagine all the food we will try and all the sights we will see.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook tries smiling again, this time it’s a little more relaxed.

“And all the sex we will have in a different country?” you playfully wiggle your brows and Jungkook laughs while sniffling.

“I will kiss you in every famous spot in Japan.” Jungkook offers, “And we’re going to take a million pictures. And you will video chat with me every single day, right?”

“Every single day.” You repeat, “And you won’t be alone,” you remind him, “You have the guys, our friends. They’re just as much as family…”

“Yeah, I know.” He sniffles again, “I know.”

“I really am sorry for not telling you first…I was just so scared…I knew you would be disappointed…”

“Baby, I’m not like, entirely disappointed. I am also really happy for you. I’m just a bit sad for selfish reasons.” He admits. “I got so emotional…”

“You don’t think I would ever leave you, right? That you are 100% good enough. You are the love of my life, Jungkook.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” He sighs out. “I’m sorry for what I said…I was just…” he begins to get choked up again and you immediately caress his cheek.

“I know. You don’t have to explain…” you whisper. “We’re going to be okay.”

“More than okay.” He smiles at you with his brows pulled together. “Right?”

“Right.” You lean in and your lips meet his. You kiss him over a few times, and he lazily kisses you back.

“Let’s go to bed?” you begin to stand up, taking Jungkook’s heavy body with you.

“Okie.” He nods his head and follows you into the bedroom. “Take my clothes off for me.” He raises his arms above his head and waits patiently.

You chuckle at the sight but agree nonetheless. You walk to him and lift his shirt up, throwing it to the side. Then you are unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, dragging them down his legs. He lifts one leg at a time as you slip them off…you’re dropped to your knees as you take them off his body.

“While I’m down here…maybe I could…” you play with the elastic of his briefs and he can’t help but chuckle.

“We can just go to sleep…” he offers shyly but you can see the outline of his length begin to twitch.

“I just want you to feel good…” you begin pulling the briefs down slowly, his half hard cock making an appearance.

“You always make me feel good.” He admits between a rough breath.

“Good.”

You grab onto his thick thighs and he stumbles backward until he’s gripping the desk in your room, he braces himself, staring down at you with soft eyes.

“Wanna make my baby feel so good.” You say, inching your face closer to his growing member. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock is twitching uncontrollably. You watch as it gets harder and harder.

“Then make me feel good.” He breathes out, the desperation in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

You finally walk your fingers up his thigh until you’re softly stroking his dick. Your fingers lightly gliding up his growing length. He softly moans out, but he isn’t really, truly whining until you grip his cock and squeeze his head lightly.

“Fuck.” He sighs out, his hands going to your hair. “Love your touch, baby.”

“How about my mouth? Do you love that too?” you ask, as your face gets closer and closer until he is feeling your warm breaths fan over his cock.

“Please.” He begs cutely, “Need you.”

You bring his cock to your lips, you circle his cock over your mouth, your chin, your nose, all over your face. He groans at the view you are giving him, his tip beginning to leak precum. You dart your tongue out to lick him clean and he throws his head back.

“Please.” He begs again and you chuckle darkly.

“So needy.” You say , “Baby so needy.” You finally take his cock in your mouth, you wrap your pretty lips over the head and lightly suck making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He grips your hair tighter as you take him further into your mouth. He’s losing it. Your mouth feels like heaven, the way you lightly suck, the way your tongue drags up and down his length and swirls around the head of his dick, the way you take him further, so deep that he’s hitting the back of your throat.

You begin to bob your head up and down as you start to allow him to access all his pleasure. He groans loudly as you pick up your pace, his hands falling back down to his sides as he finds the desk again and he holds on tightly.

You take him deeper, causing you to choke on his cock and he smirks down at you.

“Having trouble there?” he asks as you continue to gag on his throbbing length, you just moan in response, the vibrations causing him to screw his eyes shut and cry out in pleasure.

You continue to suck on him for who knows how long, your jaw starting to become sore but his whines are enough for you to keep going. Your eyes wet with tears and he is in awe of the sight you allow him.

“I want to come…” he pants out, “But inside you.” He admits between harsh breaths, “But I want to enjoy this for a few more minutes…please.” He begs and you nod your head, you take your mouth off his cock and use your hand to stroke him over and over. You look up at him with your big eyes and he melts. He wants to come so bad, just not like this.

You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, then you take his cock and slap it over the flat of your tongue and he basically fucking loses it. You then swallow him whole again, sucking on his dick so deliciously.

“Okay, okay…” Jungkook pants out, “Let me fuck you.” He’s lifting you up by the arms and spinning your body to be up against the desk. He shoves everything to the side and on to the floor as he goes in between your legs.

“Up.” He says, helping you sit on the edge of the desk. His hands scramble to your shorts, he’s quick to unbutton them and drag the zipper down, taking them off you. Leaving you in your shirt and panties. Then he’s ripping off your shirt and bra.

“Let’s see how wet you are first.” He snickers to himself with dark eyes. His fingers rub the outside of your panties and finds them to be very damp.

“Good girl.” He pushes your panties to the side and pushes two fingers inside you immediately causing you to gasp out.

“Let me stretch you a little first.” He moves his fingers inside you as you nod your head frantically in approval. “Good girl.” He repeats and you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to scissor his fingers. You wish he would keep his fingers inside you but much to your dismay he’s pulling them out and licking them clean.

“Mm.” he sucks on his fingers and winks at you. “Love this taste. My favorite flavor.” He whispers to you and you blush.

“Gonna fuck you right here, okay?”

“Please Jungkook. Need your cock so bad.”

Jungkook smirks at you before his smile turns soft and he looks at you with eyes full of adoration.

“Need me?”

“Always need you.”

Jungkook nods his head slowly as he grabs a hold of his length, he gets closer to you, his cock brushing against your clit and you close your eyes in pleasure. He rubs his cock over your clit over and over until you’re a moaning mess. He smiles at you again before lining his cock up to your entrance and slowly, very slowly pushes in. Good lord, his cock is entering you so fucking beautifully, the way he brushes against every special spot inside your tight pussy has you arching your back in pleasure.

Jungkook releases a long, harsh breath as he bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments before he’s sliding in and out of you. His thrusts are intentional, every single one has a purpose. They’re hard, fast and rough. You claw at his back, leaving long lines of pink and red down his back which only encourages him to fuck you harder. One of your hands trail up his body until you’re in his hair, you pull on the strands as your wrap your legs around his tiny waist, your heels digging into his lower back.

Jungkook lifts you from the desk and lightly slams your bodies into the wall next to the door as he continues to fuck into you. You toss your head to the side, giving Jungkook access to your neck, which he gladly accepts the invitation. He kisses you throat, and sucks into your skin. You whine at how good everything feels. Your bodies roll over the wall until you’re at the entrance of the door and Jungkook carries you over to the hallway, fucking you up against that wall as well as you scream out his name.

“Gonna fuck you on every surface of this apartment.” Jungkook promises you. “So you have a memory of a new spot every time you think of this apartment you will be reminded of how I fucked you.” Your legs begin to sliding down over his ass, and he uses his strong arms to bump you up higher, his cock never leaving your pussy.

He walks you over to the couch and lays you down on it, you’re flat against the sofa as he stays standing, fucking into you faster and harder. His cock is throbbing and aching for release but he endures it, his moans filling the room.

You try your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay, but it’s becoming so difficult as his dick is reaching that spot deep within you that has your body going tense. You try so hard you really do but before you can even warn him you feel your body electrifying with intensity as your orgasm washes over you like a huge wave of warm water. You scream, you cry, you moan out in pleasure. But Jungkook doesn’t stop, he slows down though, giving you a moment to relax.

“This isn’t over.” He warns. “I still have to fuck you from behind, still need your fucking gorgeous ass.” He’s lifting your weak body up and momentarily taking his cock out of you to walk you to the kitchen, his hands make their way into your hair and he guides you to bend over the counter. It’s cold against your breasts and you shiver.

“Spread your cheeks for me baby, give me that view.”

You are still out of breath from your orgasm but you listen to him, you reach behind you and spread your ass apart to show him your used pussy.

“Fucking beautiful. So wet.” He groans. “One of these days you’re going to let me fuck this ass aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen but you nod your head frantically, already loving the idea.

“Words baby.”

“Yes.” You moan out as you feel his cock being shoved back inside you, you choke on air as you feel him start thrusting again. You really fucking gasp when you feel his hand come down on your ass hard.

“Love this ass. So fucking much.” He says, panting. “Can’t wait to stick my cock in it and fuck you.” His words go straight to your pussy. God, you don’t want to come again this quickly but his cock feels so god damn good.

“Tell me you want me to fuck this ass.” He grunts.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Next time, baby.” He promises, his thrusts still fucking you with so much purpose. He pulls you by the hair causing you to arch your back even more and he falls in love with this view. He loves your boobs, but he’s definitely an ass man. He will argue he loves both but the way your ass is pushed into his crotch right now…he could honestly lose his mind.

He lifts you up again, by the hair—mostly gently. And he now has your body pushed up against the fridge, your face being smooshed into the cold silver box. Your fingers dragging leaving prints down the fridge as he lifts one of your legs to fuck you at a better angle. You cry out, he’s hitting that spot again and you feel yourself losing all composure.

“I’m gonna come again Jungkook.” You warn him this time between your rough breaths.

“I’ll come with you. But we aren’t done.” He starts thrusting faster, the sound of his skin slapping your skin is honestly pushing you further into your orgasm. You feel the warmth travel through your whole body and you feel the band fucking snap. God, you are coming so hard, creaming around his cock as he slows down his thrusts to come into you, his breathing is so heavy as he starts to come. When he stills his hips he’s releasing a loud, low, guttural moan and you could come again just from the sound.

Jungkook starts whining uncontrollably as he starts to move his hips again, slowly grinding into yours and you wince at the pain, the overstimulation. He cries out, it’s too much for him as well but he doesn’t stop.

“Wanna keep fucking you.” He screws his eyes shut, thrusting into you slowly and carefully. He brings your body closer to his, your back flush against his chest and he walks you over to the breakfast table. He leaves your body, quickly takes his cock out of you and sits down on the chair and orders you to sit in his lap. He gestures towards his cock and smirks.

“Sit.”

“Jungkook…” your eyes slightly wet, “I can’t”

“You can and you will.”

You crawl into his lap and hover over his aching cock, he looks up at you and whimpers.

“hurry.”

You slowly sink down onto his length, the feeling so fucking euphoric. He slams his eyes shut and nods his head.

“Ride me.” He softly commands. You lift yourself up and lower back down again, this angle has you seeing fucking stars. You start to ride his cock a little faster now, slamming down on his hips and he grips your hips helping you rise and sink down on his cock.

“Fuck I am gonna come again.” He says, meeting your thrusts half way. He lifts his hips and fucks you from beneath you. He’s going feral now, losing all control. His cock is so hard, so needy, aching so badly for you, for release. You lean down and start kissing him, nibbling on his lips, nibbling on his jaw, nibbling on his neck. He cries out and thrusts into you so harshly now, you feel your high building and building. You’re going to come soon, but then you’re completely overwhelmed when you feel Jungkook’s fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You scream in pleasure, yelling out his name as he fucks you. The chair threatens to screech backwards as you two fuck so roughly on it.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” He yells out, his hot seed shooting inside you as he halts his movements. His fingers still rub your clit quickly and you are pushed over the fucking edge—again. You cry as you come. You grit your teeth as this powerful orgasm hits you. You’re so overwhelmed as your whole body shakes.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” You yell out and Jungkook grins at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.

“Holy fuck.” You pant out, “Mother of god.”

“Good?” he breathes out heavily, stroking the skin on your cheek. “felt good?”

“It was so fucking good Jungkook.” You whine, your body going week as you collapse on top of him. He’s just as tired as you are but finds the strength to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the edge of the bed and spreads your legs apart. He watches with focused eyes as his cum and your cum spills out of your used hole. He licks his lips and buries his head between your legs, you immediately release a high pitched moan when you feel his tongue cleaning you up.

“Jungkook I can’t.”

He only grunts as he swallows down both of your cum, you roll your eyes so far back into your head that all that is seen is the whites of your eyes.

“So good.” He whispers, lifting himself up and crawling over your body, his lips finding yours in a slow, tender kiss. You open your mouth as you moan, and he takes advantage and slips his tongue in. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan in satisfaction.

“We really need to shower. We’re so sweaty.” You laugh, kissing his shoulder.

“Then let’s go.” He says in your ear and you groan, not able to move.

“I can’t. I’m so fucking tired. You exhausted me.”

Jungkook looks down at you with a cocky grin. He lifts the duvet up and helps you slide underneath, then he is joining you.

“We can shower in the morning, let’s sleep.” He offers you and you smile in approval.

“Even though we’re so gross?” you ask, yawning.

“I’ll love you no matter how gross you are.”

~~~~~~

Waking up to Jungkook’s head buried between your legs has got to be one of your very favorite things. He starts with kissing up your legs, he starts at your ankles, works his way up your calves then finally he’s at your inner thighs. Kissing, nibbling on the soft skin and you mewl at the contact.

“Jungkook…I’m so sore.” You admit shyly, and he looks up at you with big, doe eyes.

“Just my tongue then.” He assures you, as his lips grow closer and closer to your pussy. You throw your head back on the pillow and wait in agony for his tongue to finally find your clit. He takes his time though…he continues to kiss your inner thighs, and caress your skin lovingly.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you t—”

His tongue licks a hard, long strip over your pussy…and when he finds your clit he’s lightly sucking on it causing you to moan out. He licks it over and over, his face getting so wet with your juices and his spit. He eats you out messily, his nose bumping your clit as he licks you, then he travels up until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit quickly. It doesn’t take much for you, you hate to admit, but you feel the rise of your high. The tension growing and growing until its fucking snapping. You come all over his tongue and he smiles into your pussy, letting you ride out your high. He squeezes your thighs with his hands and leans back and watches as you have your eyes closed, and your lips apart. You quietly cry out, your face twisted in pleasure.

“That was fast.” He teases you. “Might be the fastest you’ve ever came.”

“I think I’m still sensitive from last night…” you open your eyes and stare up at him, “You were so amazing.” You tell him breathlessly.

“Me? Baby you’re the one who did amazing. Such a good girl.” He cleans his face with the back of his hand and makes his way next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry for last night.” He sighs out, “I was…”

“It’s okay baby.”

“It’s not okay. I’m not selfish, I promise. I want you to follow your dreams, and I want to be as supportive as I can be.”

“I know.” You say softly. “You did have me worried there for a moment though…” you admit, your eyes sliding to the side. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you, Jungkook.”

“I know…Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.” He curses under his breath, “I think this year will be good for both of us.” He tries admitting. “I clearly have abandonment issues.” He tries laughing and you frown. “I think…I have to learn to be my myself too.”

“But Jungkook you won’t be alone, you have our friends.”

“I just mean…be without you.”

“Oh.”

“But you’ll still talk to me every day.” You try to smile but tears fill up your eyes. “We’re going to be a successful long distance relationship story.”

“Yeah,” he smiles for you and you believe in it, “We will be.”

~~~~~~

“So fucking does solve all problems.” Jimin comments playfully, taking a sip of his wine. You hit his shoulder with your fist and smile slyly.

“Something like that.”

“I’m glad you guys worked it out though…” Jimin looks at you more seriously, “I hope you learned your lesson not to keep things from him again.”

“Yes dad.” You roll your eyes. “I learned, I learned.” You throw your hands up in defeat.

“Ew, save the daddy talk for Jungkook.”

You quirk a brow at him, “I don’t call Jungkook daddy.” You laugh. “But I might if he asked me to.”

Jimin’s face twists into a look of amusement. He doesn’t even look disgusted, just proud. Classic Jimin.

“So, are you all packed?”

“Getting there.”

“You guys will be fine, you know?” Jimin looks at you with a soft, assuring smile.

“Trust me, I know.”

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Hi! I’d like to request a Tom imagine where he becomes distant and not the same Tom you knew before so when you lay in bed on opposite side facing different directions, you start to silently sob and he doesn’t notice. It goes on for a couple of nights and you leave early in the morning but one day Tom wakes up and sees the tear stained pillow and feels awful because he’s been so cold to the reader. Thanks :))

False God

A/N : This took me forever apologies for that. Based on the song ‘false god’ by TS. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : angst

Everything seemed perfect until it wasn’t. Your rather happy and prosperous life was crumbling in front of your eyes and you didn’t know what to do. A rift has been forming between you and Tom and it is getting wider day by day.

Since the day Tom has returned from filming he has been acting distant. Your long late night conversations where he used to pour his heart out to sharing each and every thing that happened with him while he was away has come down to bare minimum only if it's necessary. His hugs no longer had the warmth you were familiar with; neither were his kisses. It felt forced and deliberate.

You knew that being in a relationship with a world known actor like Tom would be tough. He is always travelling to different places around the world to make more movies but never you’d imagine that distance would become the weak point of your relationship. Everybody had warned you about times like this when the distance between you would feel way too much as if you don’t know the person anymore. It made you question your decisions, maybe it was crazy of you to rush into a relationship. The promises you made to be there for each other now feels stupid and childish.

After finishing all your daily chores you headed to your shared bedroom. Tom was already in bed glancing at the ceiling lost in his own thoughts as you walked to your side of the bed and laid down. Everything was so still only the shallow breathing of yours could be heard the silence cutting to your core. You tried to take the initiative and went to wrap your arms around him and snuggle close as you always used to do.

“Not tonight baby I’m tired” to your surprise Tom pushed you away with a hint irritation in his voice as he turned to his side facing his back to you. You retracted your hands in guilt of coming off as clingy. You turn to your side as you sob silently, the fact that you were so close to each other but it felt he was out of your reach.

You hoped that things would get better, maybe he needed some space but it just got worse for you. It looked like he was avoiding you as he spent most of the time outside of the house. Is this what everybody warned you about? The guy who used to follow you around like a lovesick fool suddenly you feel you have become an eye sore for him. But still you wanted to hold on to the last straw. You were blinded by the faith in him and the love you had that made you keep your hopes alive that this shall pass and soon he come running back to you.

You didn’t want to give up so easily as you tried to make him talk to you about whatever it was bothering him but he was always cold and resilient about it.

“Hey hon let's go out for dinner tonight what do you say?” you ask thinking that you both needed to blow of some steam and enjoy.

“Nah I'm good babe” he turns down your offer plainly engrossed in watching whatever was playing on the TV while sitting on the couch.

“Oh ok” you say gloomily as you turn to go back to your room when you hear his phone ring.

“Hey Haz what's up mate?” Tom sounded cheerful as he talked to his best friend.

“At the pub? Yeah sure why not. I'll be there by seven” he confirms before hanging up the phone.

That hurted you immensely has your relationship come to this where he’d rather not go out spend a little time with you. Has his dislike for you gone to that extent? you thought fighting back your tears. The last blow came when the other day you accidentally overheard him while he was in the study speaking to someone on his phone.

“No I can’t do this anymore. I’m fucking tired!” Tom said with distaste in his voice.

That was it you couldn’t bear to hear anymore as you ran to your bedroom with tears in your eyes. You sat on the bed as your eyes went to the framed photographs of you and Tom as memories flashed in front of your eyes. You looked so happy around each other everything seemed so perfect but now he is tired of you. You are no more his favorite thing to look at. If it is so then why pretend? If he’s eventually gonna break your heart why not get it done already you don’t want to be a burden in someone’s life.

With these thoughts you cried yourself to sleep only wishing if this was a bad dream and once you wake up you will find yourself in his arms.

Next day you woke up early in the morning to find Tom sleeping next to you peacefully, a loose curl falling over his eye. A smile formed on your face as you went to brush it off but stopped when the memory of last night returned back to you. You felt suffocated as the air in the room felt heavy. You wanted to scream and vent out everything you had inside you, you just want an answer to why is he acting like this? What was your fault?

Your head started to ache and after a lot of thought you decided to go for a walk and get some fresh air to clear your head.

Tom stirs in his sleep and turns around on his side, his hand reaching out to pull you closer out of habit but he is met with thin air. He pats around your side of the bed with his eyes still closed to find the sheets cold. His eyes shoot open realizing you weren’t there as he sits up.

“Y/N” he calls out, rubbing his eyes. His eyes went to your pillow, the fabric of the pillow case covered with wet blotches as realization dawned upon him. You were crying and he was the reason behind your tears.

“Shit..” he was overcome with guilt and slid off the bed.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Tom called out to you rushing down the stairs but you weren’t in the living room

“Love, where are you?” he frantically searched everywhere for you in the house but you were nowhere to be found. He dropped down on the couch letting out a deep sigh in regret. He himself knew that he had been distant to you for a reason that he cannot say to you which was eating him up from inside. He hurt you to the extent that now you are gone. He had no idea what to do now, where to go and find you. He was about to call Harry when the front door unlocked and you walked in with Tessa by your side.

“That was a nice walk isn’t it Tess?” you say catching your breath as you slip off your running shoes when your eyes went to a very devastated Tom.

“Tom are you alright?” you ask with concern. His eyes darted towards you as he stands up and sprints to you engulfing you in his embrace. Oh how much you missed this you thought closing your eyes in content face nuzzled into his chest as you inhaled his faint cologne. You pull away after some time and gazed into his eyes red and puffy. A few tears of joy of seeing you again slipped down them.

“Is everything ok bubs?” you ask him again cradling his face wiping his tears with your thumbs affectionately.

“Where were you?” his voice comes out broken.

“I woke up early so thought to go on a walk with Tess. Plus I was feeling very cooped up in the house so needed some fresh air”

“I-I saw the empty bed then I saw your pillow I-I thought you left, I got so scared Y/N” he sniffled.

“Truth be told I was actually thinking of leaving. I can't live like this anymore, Tom. You and me living under the same roof acting like strangers it’s becoming mentally strenuous for me” you finally vent it out.

“I know- I know I have been a complete jerk to you lately. I was so wrapped up inside my head-”

“It’s ok Tom if you don’t want to be in this relationship anymore just say it I won’t bother you anymore” you say bitterly.

“What are you saying love?” Tom looked at you in disbelief.

“Last night I heard you, Tom, that you’re tired of this, of me. Tom you should have just told me I would have left then and there”

“No that wasn’t what I was talking about” Tom shakes his head dismissively as you tried to stay calm.

“It’s ok Tom people fall out of love I’m not blaming you but you should have told me first instead of telling about it to someone else”

“You don’t understand Y/N. I-I…” he slumps on the couch holding his forehead feeling mentally drained out. You sit beside him holding on to his arm.

“Then make me understand Tom. What is it? Just talk to me baby” you pleaded your hand went to cup his face as you made him look at you.

“Derek, my PR manager wants me to break up with you” he finally lets it out as you gave him a confused and surprised look.

“What? But why?”

“Apparently he thinks our relationship is affecting my social image” he sighs sadly.

“Do you think that too?” you mumble looking down.

“What? No, love. I would never. You are the best thing that has happened to me” he reassures you “Since the day he told me had me so stressed I didn’t know how to handle this whole thing and in that process I pushed you away, I hurt you...” he rambles.

“But what are you gonna do?”

“Nothing. I told him I can’t do this and I’m tired”

“So you weren’t..?” you looked at him with doubtful eyes.

“Yes honey I was telling him that I can’t do whatever he is asking me to do” he cradles your face with his large palms “I can never get over you, not in this lifetime at least. And I’m sorry I acted like that. Can you forgive me love?” he looks at you with guilt in his eyes. You break into a soft smile as you hold to his hands.

“I can never be angry at you dummy. Just please don't do this again if anything bothers you just talk to me okay?” Tom nods in understanding “I don’t like to see you like this. You mean the world to me you know that right?”

“And so are you to me love. I promise this won't happen again” he says pulling you in his embrace.

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