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bettyfrommars · 4 months

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Dirty Metal Summer

a Dirty Dancing au

Part 3: Crimson and Clover

Eddie x fem!Reader & Steve x older!OC

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18+MDNI, not too many warnings for this part just mention of losing a parent, hint to an abusive relationship, alcohol consumption, tons of awkward flirting, eventual smut, but very much a slow burn. Steve is in his mid-late 20's, aunt Kim is mid 30's to early 40's, or whatever age you are, dear reader.

wc: 4.5k

Summary: Hello! We're getting to know a bit more about the character dynamics, listening to some of Eddie's thoughts, and catching a glimpse at a third possible romance on the horizon. Preparing us for the wild ride that starts in the next chapter.

Songs for this chapter: Under the Milky Way/The Church Edge of a Broken Heart/Vixen Seek and Destroy/Metallica

The shores of the resort were thick the next day with people who worshiped the sun, playfully kicking at the water in their bathing suits, stretched out in their lounge chairs, glistening in layers of Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil.

You, on the other hand, were still fully clothed, covered in SPF, under one of the big umbrella’s the resort offered with your headphones on to drown out the sound of the screaming children. Your dad was in the shade next to you, absorbed in a book, while aunt Kim caught some rays on her backside in a black one-piece that was high at the hip, flipping through an issue of People magazine. It was the Summer of Love issue celebrating the 1960’s with the Beatles on the front and the quote: “It’s 20 years later, do you know where your love beads are?”

“Don’t you want to get in the water, Bird?” Your aunt cooed politely, adjusting her big sunglasses on her face.

You shook your head, pulling your headphones down. “I think I’ve developed a phobia of public watering holes.”

“Suit yourself,” she sat up and brushed herself off. “I think I’ll take a quick dip.”

“Watch out for sharks,” you quipped, earning the weight of a magazine being thrown at your hip.

“This has been enough excitement for me,” your dad cleared his throat, placing a bookmark to save his spot, standing from his chair, knees popping. “I think I’ll head in, get some writing done before dinner.”

“Later dad,” you mumbled, wishing you had an excuse to hide in a room by yourself all day.

Once he was gone, Kim took a drink out of her water bottle and heaved a sigh. “I wish the two of you would give this place a chance. Look at that lake!” She stretched her arm out, pointing. “It’s breathtaking.”

You gazed out at the expanse of the cheery, vacation scene, bursting with melancholy. “Mom would’ve loved this place,” you choked on the last word, not sure where that fresh pang of emotion had come from.

Kim chewed the inside of her cheek, equally adrift in reverie, when a body stepped up to block the sun, putting her in its shadow. “I was hoping I’d run into you again.”

The body belonged to Steve, and he was shirtless, in a pair of navy-blue Staff swim trunks, short and slightly snug against his hairy thighs, and flip flops. His lips were glossy, and even though he wore sunglasses, he had to shield his face with his hand, squinting against the sun so hard that his top lip curled.

Kim tried to speak so fast she coughed, wondering if she looked too frumpy in the suit she had on. What was she thinking? He had to be a good 10 years younger than her, no way he was interested in—

“Kim, right?” He aimed a finger gun at her, but then he struggled a bit with your name, snapping his fingers to ignite recollection.

“And you’re Steve,” Kim's eyes couldn’t help but land on the silver chain nestled in his ample chest hair. “Did you, um, are you working on your tan?”

It took him a second to catch what she was referring to, and then he smirked, pulling a crumpled polo from his back pocket. “I jumped in to cover lifeguard duty for a buddy of mine,” and then he shifted his sunglasses to the top of his head and so did she. “If you ever need a swimming lesson, I’m your guy.”

“You’re a swim instructor too?” Kim asked, impressed. Steve put his hands on his hips, accentuating broad shoulder muscles.

“Nah,” he shrugged, tucking his chin. “But I’d do my best.”

You dropped your gaze to the sketchbook you’d been doodling in, trying to pretend like you weren’t listening. From the headphones around your neck, the song Under the Milky Way by The Church played and a handful of kids ran by you giggling, dusting sand onto your blanket.

Steve wished you a good afternoon just before he excused himself, seemingly headed back to the pool area. You thought he’d been on his way somewhere else, but you were mistaken.

“I think he likes you,” you swirled a few doodles, raising an eyebrow.

“Noooo,” Kim gave a long protest, adjusting the straps of her bathing suit. “He works here, it’s his job to be friendly.

“Yeah? Is it his job to keep checking over his shoulder at you as he walks away?”

Kim peeked just as the man in question tripped over his own feet. Regaining his balance, he waved and said, “I’m okay,” and then proceeded to put his shirt back on as he approached the lifeguard station.

It was your turn to stiffen and feel tingly all over when you spotted Eddie strolling down the sidewalk from the main house, wearing a tool belt loose at his hips to accompany his denim and staff shirt attire.

From the way he knocked that Lance guy out with one punch the other night, you wondered if his hand hurt. Adjusting yourself, you wet your lips, as if he’d spot you or something, which was impossible from that distance. He cut in front of the fenced pool area, heading for the outdoor bar that had a thatched roof like you’d see at a tropical beach. For the first time that day, you noticed that Chrissy was working the area, carting fancy drinks around to the guests at the pool. Her blonde ponytail bobbed as she turned from what she was doing to talk to him.

She dipped her chin a few times in answer to whatever questions he was asking, and then he squeezed her arm affectionately before taking off again.

“Do you want anything from the bar?” You got to your feet, dropping your Walkman to the towel.

Kim cocked her head, considering the question. “Is it too early for alcohol?”

Eddie was back on the path, his back to you as he got further away, but your attention was on Chrissy mixing cocktails in a metal shaker.

“I can see if they have mimosas?” You weren’t thirsty, really, but you were curious.

Kim decided on a bloody mary and asked you to put it on her tab, slipping you a few bucks for a tip.

The smile Chrissy gave you as you approached was polite, but it did not reach her eyes. “What can I get for ya?”

You told her, fumbling over your words a bit, and then waited on one of the five stools for her to make your drinks. She scooped ice into a Styrofoam cup and tossed in a jigger of alcohol. You noticed a gold, heart shaped locket around her neck with something engraved on the front.

“Is it true you used to play with Vixen?” You asked, in awe.

Chrissy’s face fell and she paused to stare at you. “Who told you that?”

“Oh, um, Joyce, she, well—sounded like she was proud of you.”

Chrissy went back to work. “That was a long time ago, back when life was good.”

“It’s not good now?” You were intruding, and you knew it, but still, you couldn’t help yourself.

Chrissy scoffed. “You could say that. Lemon in your tea?”

You nodded, wondering if there was anything you could say or do to cheer her up.

“How long have you and Eddie been together?”

She frowned down at what she was doing. “Eddie’s not my boyfriend,” she corrected. “He’s like a brother to me. Known him since I was a kid.”

“Oh I see,” you pressed your lips together, trying not to appear relieved at that news.

There was a lull of silence as she finished up and you felt compelled to fill it. “I saw you play with the house band last night. I think you’re really talented.”

You could hear the click of her molars gnashing together when she placed both drinks in front of you. “Playing lame cover songs for a no-name house band is the best I can do with my life right now. Music is the only thing I’ve ever cared about.”

You used some of your own cash to give her an even bigger tip and scooped up your drinks.

“Hey, wait,” Chrissy called after you. She rubbed her forehead and tried to smile. “Listen, I’m sorry that I’m, that I’m being such a bitch,” she shrugged. “It’s been a shit couple days.”

You shook your head, cold drinks sweating in your hands, about to tell her that you understood, but the two of you were interrupted.

“Bird, there you are,” you froze at the sound of Troy’s voice. “Glad to see you’re enjoying the amenities.”

Troy had a green and white tennis outfit on with a racket in his hand, and you caught the way Chrissy tensed and quickly turned away at his entrance. She folded the tip you’d left and put it in the front pocket of her apron. He came up close to you—too close, invading your bubble—and so you shuffled back, bumping into one of the stools.

“The staff is treating you well, I hope?” He leaned against the tiki bar, and it was not lost on you that Chrissy pretended to be so busy she didn’t notice him.

“Just about to bring this to my aunt,” you lifted the red drink with the celery stick sticking out of it. You glanced at Chrissy, but she went to the other side of the bar to help someone else. “The service here is impeccable,” you said, loud enough for her to hear.

You headed out and he kept up, sticking by your side. “I’ll walk with you,” he winked.

“Great,” your smile was a tight, thin line.

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Eddie bent at the waist to sip from the stone drinking fountain near one of the utility sheds and splashed water on his face a few times, combing wet fingers through his hair so that his bangs were off his forehead. He worked the cool water around the back of his neck, wondering if he had a sunburn. He loved Indiana for the fall colors and the long winters, but the summer? The summer heat could go fuck itself.

Water was still dripping from his chin and nose when Steve walked up, sunlight through the leaves making patterns on his face.

“Did Robin mention we need to borrow your van tomorrow night?” Steve bent down to take a sip from the fountain after he asked it.

Eddie pulled the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his face, exposing his stomach and trail of hair from his belly button to his waistband. “As long as you don’t bring it back on empty. What’s wrong with your car?”

“We need to pick up a bunch of Robin’s stuff from her ex’s house,” Steve raised his brows high, locking them in place. “Girl is a bit of a psycho, I don’t want Robbie to go alone.

Over Steve’s shoulder, he caught sight of you making your way back to the umbrella with Troy by your side and he hoped that you were smart enough to know that guy was a piece of shit.

“I work late tomorrow, but I’ll help you unload when you get back,” the tip of Eddie’s tongue rested at the corner of his mouth, eyes darting to you again. You weren’t some goddess from the cover of a hotrod magazine, or one of the metal babes who always tried to go down on him when he used to play shows with his old band, but yet, without knowing anything about you, the sight of you made his heart jump into his throat.

“Nah, we got it,” Steve talked as the two started walking. “It’s just a mattress and a chair and some clothes I think. I told her just to let them go, but it's the principle I suppose.”

“I get it man, believe me,” Eddie once drove three states just to get a rare Scorpions concert tee back from an ex who stomped his heart.

“Hey,” Eddie caught Steve before he headed off in the other direction. “Jam at the Hideout tonight?”

They bumped fists. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

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The movie Casablanca was the offering at the outdoor theater that night, and respective families cuddled on the lawn on their various blankets and camp chairs under cover of generous tree branches. Halfway through, you excused yourself from your aunt’s company to find the restroom, and that was when you spotted Chrissy and Troy having what appeared to be a heated conversion at the curve of the sidewalk near the rose garden. You ducked behind a tree just as Humphrey Bogart said one of his infamous lines on the screen.

Since everyone’s attention was occupied elsewhere, no one but you saw the way Chrissy pointed in Troy’s face, only for him to snatch her wrist in a way that made you gasp. She yanked her arm away and turned on her heel, but then he caught up and lunged in front of her. Whatever he said to her then calmed things down for a moment, she stopped trying to break free, and then he cupped her face as if he were about to kiss her, but she shoved away again. That time, he let her go. Hands balled into fists in his pockets, head down, he stormed off in the opposite direction, toward you.

You stood very still, hoping to be mistaken for the thick trunk of the tree, and thankfully, it worked. You came around to glare at his backside, but then trotted after Chrissy. She was long gone, walking as fast as her feet could carry her along the treeline, and you didn’t think she’d appreciate you screaming her name at the top of your lungs in front of the other guests.

It was pure luck that made you take notice of something shiny on the ground, a pile of glistening gold on the sidewalk.

It was a necklace, a heart locket to be exact, much like the one you’d noticed around Chrissy’s neck earlier that day. You ran your thumb over the engraving on the front and let the delicate chain drag along the back of your hand.

You were sure that it belonged to Chrissy, the clasp must’ve broken during the struggle with Troy. You had to get it back to her somehow.

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“Where are you going?” Your dad asked as you sailed through the living room on your way to the door later that evening. He looked at his wristwatch. “It’s almost 11.”

You’d planned on him being in bed already. “I, well, I ahh—” you scrambled for an excuse, something that wasn’t “I’m going off the property to where people fight and get drunk and listen to metal”. You were 21 and technically, by the law of the land, could do anything you wanted, but anyone who has ever traveled with family is familiar with the tendency to be treated like a child infinitely. He loved you, he worried about you, and you didn’t want him to stay up all night pacing, so, you lied.

“There’s a meteor shower tonight, and a bunch of the guests are watching from the boat docks,” god, you hoped he wouldn’t fact check you on that.

He shuffled some saltines absently out of a tin. “You’re still coming on the boat with us tomorrow morning?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you beamed, clenching the front of your jean jacket closed to hide the revealing shirt you wore underneath.

You raced down the porch steps once you were able, dashing into the night with Chrissy’s necklace safe in your pocket.

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A guy in a Black Sabbath shirt and a drastic mullet with hair down his shoulders moved out of the way for you as you crossed the bridge, and then you had to stand there and take a breath. Robin wasn’t with you and you hadn’t been invited to the Hideout this time, maybe they wouldn’t want you? Surely you could find Chrissy at work the next day and give her the necklace then? Fuck it, you were almost there.

You could hear the shrill feedback from a guitar and then someone speaking into a microphone. Was that Eddie’s voice? Your heart raced. People cheered at whatever was said, and then the drum beat kicked in a few times, followed by guitar riffs, and a woman’s voice singing the Vixen intro to Edge of a Broken Heart.

“I can't believe I could have been so blind

But love is strange

I thought about it for a long long time

But the truth remains”

You could feel the music in your chest. Was that Chrissy? Perhaps it was the “band practice” Robin told you about, but the music didn’t sound at all like what you’d expect to hear from the conservative house band. The sliding door was open once you were in view, with people mingling outside, and you dodged around them, sucking in a plume of secondhand smoke from a passerby.

Slithering through a few more bodies, you stepped right over the spot where Lance had gone down the night before, and then you had the perfect view of Chrissy exercising her impressive pipes on the microphone under a few ropes of tiny, pale string lights.

Steve was on bass, hair flopping in his face, his mouth holding an “O” shape as he played. He had on a thin white tee that was soaked through with sweat on the front atop belted blue jeans. Eddie arched back, exposing his throat, his fingers deftly working the strings on his smoke black Warlock guitar. He had a Bark at the Moon shirt on with wide, ripped out arm holes exposing the tattoo work on his ribs. His hair hung in his face when he bent over to play, a frown of concentration knitting his brows together.

Chrissy jabbed her fist in the air for the chorus and the crowd screamed it:

“I've been living on the edge of a broken heart

I don't wanna fall, I don't wanna crawl

I've been living on the edge of a broken heart

Don't you wonder why I gotta say goodbye”

She commanded the stage, playing guitar as she sang. You were too absorbed to realize that you had made your way forward and were right there front and center when Eddie glanced up.

He wasn’t expecting to see you, so he did a dramatic double take, nostrils flaring the moment your eyes connected. Why couldn’t you just stay away?

A smile teased at the corners of your mouth, but faded to an unsure lip bite when he averted his gaze, scowl deepening. He ignored you for the rest of the song.

When it was over, there were cheers and whistles all around. The drummer with the mop of tawny hair twirled one of their drumsticks in the air with a flourish and caught it, clapping the high hat. Voices murmured around you as people fell back into conversation while they had a break from the volume of the amps, and you shuffled to the side, following Chrissy as she took her guitar off and held it by the fretboard. She had on a cropped shirt with her shorts, golden hair loose and wild around her shoulders, her short fingernails painted black. There were a few old, wooden apple box crates stacked on top of each other to act as a makeshift table, and she grabbed the neck of the beer that was waiting there to take a sip.

Eddie continued to play, wailing on the guitar with precision, while Steve and the drummer followed his lead to the tune of Seek and Destroy by Metallica.

You tapped Chrissy on the shoulder, and she jumped. “Oh shit, you scared me,” she said, spinning around. She checked around as if she were expecting to see someone else there. “Where’s Robin? Is she with you?”

“No, I, just a sec—” you dug around in the front pocket of your jacket, panicking for a moment that you forgot to bring the locket with you. “I found this on the sidewalk, and I thought maybe you dropped it?”

Chrissy gasped at the sight of it and her eyes began to water. “How did you–?” A sob caught in her throat, and she reached out to gently take it from you. She shook her head in disbelief. “I looked everywhere, I thought it was gone forever, I—”

“I thought that was you!” It was Robin, bobbing on the balls of her feet as she came up to nudge your shoulder. But then, her attention turned to Chrissy and her face tensed with concern. “What happened, why are you crying?”

“No, no,” Chrissy sniffed and opened her fist to show Robin the piece of jewelry. “It’s my grandmother’s locket I told you about. Bird found it.”

Robin bent to get a closer look and the two women knocked their heads together, sharing a laugh. “The clasp is broken though,” Chrissy mused. “It must’ve come off when—” she swallowed, deciding not to finish that sentence. “I’ll take it into town to get it fixed this weekend.”

“Give it here, I’ll fix it for you,” Robin volunteered. “Not only can I unclog a toilet, but I’m also pretty crafty.”

“Y-you’d do that for me?” She asked as she was passing it over.

“Of course,” Robin chuckled. “I’d do anything for y—I mean, what are friends for right?”

Chrissy turned her attention back to thank you properly when Steve pushed in between the other two girls and slung his arms around their shoulders. “What's going on?”

Robin cringed. “Gross, Dingus, you’re all sweaty,” to which he shook his head and droplets from his hair flew everywhere, making the girls scream and push him off.

The three of them got into conversation about something and you sank back against the corrugated metal wall to observe. You hadn’t noticed the music stopped but the drummer was in the crowd having a beer and just as you were on your toes trying to find Eddie, a warm body sank in next to you.

“Hey,” Eddie said.

You looked just in time to catch his gaze traveling down your body, but then he was quick to lift his beer to his mouth and pretended to be watching the crowd.

“Hey,” you returned, suddenly full sentences and conversation felt so foreign. You were acutely aware that there was plenty of space along the wall, but he was pressed close, bare arm touching yours.

“They let you stay out this late on a school night?” He grinned against the aluminum rim, amusing himself. He had a second beer in his other hand, and he passed it to you.

“Ha. Ha.”

He had one knee bent with his foot on the wall while the other leg stretched long to show the heavily scuffed toe of his black boot.

You shuddered despite the heat. “So, how long have you and Chrissy been playing music together?”

He hummed, shifting so that his bicep rubbed against you, squinting one eye shut in thought, tilting his head back. “Been something like a decade now, I think? Feels longer. Feels like I’m 60 years old some days.”

“How old are you though?” You swallowed so hard your throat clicked. “45? 50?”

He leaned into you, hard enough to push you over if your feet weren’t planted, his hair skimming your shoulder. “Close enough,” he paused to say something else, but then puffed out his cheeks and exhaled.

He wanted to ask how long you’d been playing the cello, but how would he even know you did without admitting he’d watched you that night from the street like a stalker? “Do you think you’re gonna stick around, watch us play some more?”

“I could,” you were about to add something super cheesy like, “if you want me to,” but opted for nonchalant. “I love watching Chrissy play.”

He nodded a few times, and pushed off the wall, handing you his beer. “Hold this for me?” His silky brown eyes locked onto yours, the tip of his tongue resting between parted lips. “Please?”

There you were, holding Eddie Munson’s beer. He got behind the mic and took his shirt all the way off to wipe his face with it before strapping his guitar on. The next song they did was an original, something that Eddie and Chrissy wrote, and Chrissy came in on backup vocals, while Eddie growled out the lyrics, banging his head every so often. He swiped his bangs from his forehead, wet with perspiration, and his fingers worked like magic along the strings. At one point, he and Chrissy shared the same mic, belting out the words.

He made eye contact with you three times, not that you were counting. Each time longer than the last. When it was over, he came out and took his beer from you, fingers touching as he did so.

“Eddie, I think I—” you were about to let him know you should probably get going, but he’d already turned, chugging the rest of the beer as he went, and then they were right into the next song.

Eddie wasn’t sure why you made him so curious, but the voices in his head were screaming at him to shake it off. Somehow, he’d gone four years without getting involved with a summer person, he’d never even been tempted really. Nothing good could come of it, especially since he’d probably end up being nothing but a vacation fuck for you to brag to your friends about.

He glanced around but couldn’t find you during the song. When he went to check for you at the wall, you were gone.

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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under the water.

request ; @princeasimdiya12: so based on free iwatobi, can you write a oneshot nsfw scenario featuring makoto yachibana with underwater bondage and drowning please? in the story, he and a male reader would go to a pool at night to try it. makoto would have his hands tied behind him, his mouth cloth gagged and his barefeet shackled to a metal ball and chain. the reader would have him go into the pool where he’d struggle until he cums. what do you think?

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activity, sub!makoto, pool sex, bondage, drowning, gags, chains, orgasm denial, masturbation, dirty talk (?), crying, using ‘good boy’, other pet names

includes: male reader ft. makoto tachibana {free!}

author’s note: i hope this is what you want when you wrote me your request. thank you very much for it! everyone, please give me more ‘free!’ requests!

“... Nobody’s gonna catch us, right?” Makoto blushed slightly, and you just nodded in the act of confirming his shy question. The young man calmed down a little, though the pinkish color on his face was still very visible.

“I am the only one who has access to the pool every Sunday and nobody will be watching us. Come on, jump in the water, love.” You put the cloth material on his soft lips again, and your partner just nodded. He slowly entered the deep pool, and the heavy ball attached to his legs immediately put him in the water a little too quickly. The liquid was above his chin, soaking the dark cloth. Brown-haired exhaled quietly, trying to remain calm, then looked at your posture. At this point, with a slight smile, you sat down in a white chair covered with a light blue towel. You had an erection in your swimming trunks. “What do you want to talk about, my baby?”

Makoto swallowed. Unable to talk, he only closed his both eyelids, feeling that the silver ball was getting heavier and heavier for him, and the forces trying to keep him above the surface of the liquid slowly weakened. The cool, chlorinated water slowly turned its temperature to more warm, and at the same time you slipped your hand under your black swimsuit, touching your masculinity to meet your own natural needs. The clear water gave you a perfect view of your boyfriend’s hard dick, nipples and goose bumps.

“Remember what we talked about before entering the building. You won’t get out of the water until you cum for me, Makoto. You have to really try to do this. You know that a simple orgasm is not enough for me. Give me much more.”

It was a hard and exciting time for your precious boyfriend as he fought hard to keep his body above the water surface. His wrists tied behind his back didn’t make things any easier for him, quite the opposite. Makoto had less and less strength; despite the fact that he had been swimming professionally for years, despite winning many awards and the pool itself was like a second home for him, this time he felt far from the finish line. He had only been in the pool for three minutes – he could be in it for hours, but at that moment he felt different than at the Olympics or races during Middle/High School. It was harder this time.

“You know you’re really cute when you try to please me?” You asked at one point and the brunette just groaned. He wanted to free his mouth. He wanted to answer you, laugh, ask for help, he wanted to feel your fingers and lips once again. He wanted to be in this water with you. But you were still taking your favorite spot on the deck chair, and your hand was moving faster and faster. However, you had a natural talent for stopping ejaculation, so it was no problem for you to suddenly calm down your hand moves in order to talk to Makoto again and tease him a bit. “You know, I’m thinking about a reward for you.” You confessed, and the man looked at you pleadingly, breathing chaotically. “If you cum for me in the next five minutes... then we can have an equally nice time in the shower, in the locker room.” You added after a short while, and your lover felt a tiny tear roll down his left cheek.

Somewhere between the greedy begging for breath and the pressure of the water on his sore cock, your partner started shaking. It was caused by the crowd of thoughts, huge stimulation, the coming orgasm and the view of you standing on white tiles this time, resting both hands on your hips.

Makoto thought intensely; he thought about all your previous sexual activities, about the adrenaline in his all veins, about the reward he’ll get from you, about how perverse and perfect you both are. He thought about your lips, shiny eyes, perfect smile and sensual voice, and when his thoughts reached your hands and tongue, he felt an instant fulfillment. He choked slightly on water as his penis released more sperm, and you only watched it all with indescribable satisfaction as the last remnants of strength slowly left him.

“Good boy. You definitely deserve a prize.”

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0925priv · 2 years

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enchanted to meet you.

pairing: idol!mark lee x youtuber! fem reader

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff

word count: 684 words

prompt: in which choi yuna, a youtuber who goes by the channel name: luna loves you, catches mark lee’s attention.

a/n: an alternate reality in which idols dating is normalized in south korea.

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three.

[2:01 am] “time check, it’s two in the morning.”, i angled the camera in front of me. i hummed softy as my fingers danced along the strings of my guitar.

i twirled the pencil in my left hand then erased a few words and made adjustments to the lyrics. there, all set.

“ehem.” i cleared my throat. i flipped the pages on the notebook in front of me. “the words just came to me out of nowhere.”

“uhh let’s see…” i bit my lip in concentration as i strummed my guitar setting a soft melody.

[3:28 am] i stretched my arms and yawned. who knew editing the three-minute video would take me this long? i usually work fast, but i got pulled into the rabbit hole that is twitter. stupid bird app.

luna loves you posted a new video:

“sooo its 3 am and i wrote a new song ..? (underwater tears demo)”

@lunalovesyou tweeted:

NEW VID UP!!!! check out my new song: underwater tears <3 lmk what u think hehe >< http://youtube/watch.jcu17

[4:37 pm] “yah donghyuck! did you steal my earphones again?” i shouted at the boy five feet from me.

“no, of course i didn’t!” i shot him a dirty look. “ok fine i borrowed it! it’s in the drawer back in our room.”

i sighed heavily in exasperation. my legs feel like jelly. i’m too tired to go back to the dorms and find my earphones.

“here.” jaemin handed me something. “i have another pair back in the dorm, you can have this.” he smiled at me.

i thanked him and sat at the far left corner of the practice room. i opened the youtube app and searched for her name. she tweeted about a new song—underwater tears.

i clicked on the video. the background was familiar. she was in her room. fairy lights adorned the canopy of her bed. a few plushies were on the ground. multiple albums sat on her shelf.

“…i’ve been exhausted my whole life

it’s a never ending cycle

of trying to swim upwards

but my feet are anchored to the ground

chains of steel held me down

lungs full of salt water

i tried to fight the waves and swim upshore

but they wouldn’t let me

no they wouldn’t

so if you can see me

come save me

please reach for my hand and pull me back up…”

the screen turned black signaling the end of the video. “wow.” i exclaimed in shock. i’ve always known she had a lovely voice. but this? i’m lost for words.

“what’s that?” i jumped in surprise. i looked to my left and saw the familiar silverish white mop of hair. “don’t you mean who’s that?” renjun said.

“ahh…luna noona.” jisung nodded in acknowledgment.

“tsk tsk.” haechan clicked his tongue in disapproval. “why don’t you just approach her?”

“hyung you know he’d rather eat a spoonful of ketchup than talk to a pretty girl.” chenle laughed.

“i’m going to!” i said in defense.

“when?” jaemin asked.

“i said i’m going to!” a chorus of laughter echoed in the room.

i first saw her while i was going through videos of people covering my song, child. her small smile on the thumbnail caught my attention. she was hunched over her guitar. her dark hair was roughly tied into a ponytail, a few stray strands covering her face. but even then, i could tell that she was absolutely beautiful.

the next thing i new, i was watching all her videos and stalking both her twitter and instagram. my finger hovered the screen, accidentally clicking the follow button. good thing i was using my private account, or else the press would have a field day.

i found myself waiting every saturday for her new upload on youtube. during my free time, i would watch her instagram live as she narrates her day. her eyes would shine brightly as she talks about the most random stuff, like how her pet dog bit her in the butt when she was younger, so she bit it back.

as andrew garfield said, she was like a shot of espresso—and i’ve just become highly addicted to caffeine.

next chapter.

#mark lee #mark lee au #mark lee fic #idol au #nct #mark nct #nct scenarios #kpop fic #kpop au #nct dream

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malfoyfarms · 4 years

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St. Christopher

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2

Triggers: drowning, domestic abuse/violence, regular violence, alcoholism, manipulation

A/N: hi lovelies, this was written for you because my page hit 350+ followers and “Sleepy Girl” received over 2,100 notes <3 u all

Christopher was a man who carried a child for many many miles even as the child grew heavy, never giving up. This man became a saint, and his image was plastered across items worn by travelers in all forms. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, pins, sashes and even clothing.

The tales of St. Christopher necklaces were told in your family for ages. All surfers and adventurers who wore those necklaces were protected, always returning home. You wore one, both your parents wore one, and your grandfather wore one as well. It had become a right of passage, one that you intended to carry on with your children as well.

You were on your way to meet JJ at one of the abandoned lookouts on the island, nervous as all can be. The blonde boy had been in your life for a while now, and had been your boyfriend for almost ten months. Your grandfather had brought up the idea of giving JJ a St. Christopher necklace, as he had become part of the family.

‘Pumpkin, I see the way he looks at you. That’s the same way I looked at your grandmother.’ Those words echoed over and over in your head. The wise man had always been your favorite, and when he suggested it, there was no way you could disagree. You had saved up enough money over the course of the next several weeks and went with the old gentleman to the mainland to pick out a pendant for your boyfriend. At that moment in time you thought the hardest task would be picking out the jewelry, but now you realized explaining the family history and actually passing over the necklace was the hardest part.

The pendant itself was silver with a gray-blue border, with a long leather chain, knowing JJ wouldn’t like the metal look. Something silly about it looking too kook-ish. The colored rim complemented your own peach hued one.

You saw the love of your life standing at the edge of the cliff, looking out into the ocean. You took a minute to regain composure and breathe. The leather chain was weaved into your now clammy hand, the pendant leaving an impression on your palm.

“Hey J, I’m glad you made it,” he turned around to greet you.

“You said it was important, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” A smile spread across your face, appreciating how considerate he could be.

He could tell you were nervous. The shifting of weight from leg to leg, avoiding eye contact, and most importantly, the hiding of hands behind your back. You plopped down next to him, feet dangling off the edge just as he did.

“Alright, spill, you look like you’re going to explode,” he chuckled. You looked up with nervous eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t run away when he realized what the token meant.

“So, you know how in my family we have the tradition of the St. Christopher necklace? Well, it’s like a right of passage, or an induction I guess to our family itself.” As you rambled JJ went into thought. He had heard many stories from your grandpa about how he believed the spirit had saved him. “And I was talking with Papa about mine, when he said that it’s time that I gave you one.”

With that last statement, you jutted your right hand forward, opening your palm to present him with the necklace. A blank expression washed over his face as he looked at the object.

“I figured since adventurers and surfers tend to wear them, you being both, it would keep you safe. Especially now that we’re on some treasure hunt,” you spoke as you looked away.

JJ gently took the charm out of your palm and placed it on his neck, lying just below the shark tooth. He smiled, looking into your eyes. The gray-blue that lined the man’s imprint matched is eyes.

“Is this your formal way of accepting me into your family?” He asked. You simply nodded, pulling him to kiss your lips.

Over the next few months the tale around the necklace seemed to have proved its purpose.

~~~

When John B proposed the idea of surfing the surge there was no way JJ could decline. With the rare amount of storms, the thought of multiple good waves was too appealing. Of course you would have loved to join the duo, but you were out cold on JJ’s bed at the chateau. He just couldn’t bring himself to wake you up.

They made their way to the beach, dropping all their stuff on the sand and taking off towards the water. The waves were angry, almost as if they were trying to knock the boys off their boards. JJ being the daring bastard he is, he kept going out farther from the shore each time.

“Dude, be careful, it's getting really rough out here!” John B yelled out to his friend. JJ simply ignored him and kept swimming.

Once he was satisfied with his location, he turned around ready to ride the wave back to shore. The surf didn’t go as planned as he was quickly knocked off the board by a huge gust of wind and spray.

He felt his body scrape the ocean floor, while the current kept him tumbling like dirty clothes. No matter how hard he tried to swim up, he was sloshed around underneath. JJ could feel his lungs burning, dying for air.

During JJ’s fight to resurface, John B sat at the edge of the beach looking for his blonde friend. He began to panic when his board washed back to shore without its owner. Trying to explain to you how he lost your boyfriend in a surge was going to be a nightmare. How would he tell you? ‘Oh hey Y/n, I uh, couldn’t find JJ after he went down in the surge.’ That was definitely not going to cut it.

Next thing he knew JJ was washed up, coughing with a slight gash above his eyebrow, two yards away from his board. Relief and color flooded JB’s face.

“Dude, thank god you’re alive. We’re done for the day.” JJ simply nodded as they made their way back to the Chateau.

You hadn’t woken up yet, still in a deep sleep, when the two entered the house once again. They quickly agreed not to tell you about the little incident that had just occurred, and go take a nap.

As JJ peeled off his wet bottoms and replaced them with sweatpants, he noticed the pendant on his neck. St. Christopher. He owed the legend big time. He turned to you, chuckling at how you slept. He tried to squeeze in around your body, but since you currently resembled a crumpled piece of paper, he lifted you up a tad to allow him to slip next to you. You barely woke up, but you stirred enough to realize who was underneath you. Your fingers brushed his necklace and you instantly nuzzled to the boy next to you.

~~~

The second time the necklace seemed to be looking out for JJ was when he had a run in with his father. JJ had loudly stumbled into the house, causing Luke to wake up. The man’s footsteps came barreling through the house to meet the intruder. When he saw it was his son, he was livid.

The alcohol induced rage made Luke only see red. He littered blow after blow to his son, not hearing the screams coming out of JJ’s mouth.

“You stupid motherfucker, coming into my house, loud as all can be, especially when I have to work tomorrow,” JJ knew working was a lie, his father gambled on Tuesdays. “I do nothing but provide for your lazy ass and this is how you repay me?”

JJ prepared himself for another kick or punch or slap, but it never came. He opened his eyes to see his father lying on the ground.

He quickly picked himself up, grabbed a few things from his room and exited the house, making his way back to the chateau. The entire walk back he played with the necklace he had removed from his neck. The cold metal in his hand was the only thing keeping him semi-relaxed as he made his way to your house.

He bound through the front door, marching directly to your room, catching you off guard as you were reading a book. The marks that tracked his body were fresh, and so was the emotional turmoil. JJ threw himself on to your bed, dying to find comfort in something that smelled like you.

You tended to his physical and emotional wounds as best as you could, desperately trying to provide as much security as you could. The boy looked so young and vulnerable as his wet hair clung to his face and he was wrapped in a quilt. You held him close to your chest, swaying gently.

“He brought me home,” his voice crackled. You let out a noise of confusion. “St. Christopher, he brought me home. Maybe not scratch-free, but he made sure I made it.”

The size of your heart had grown four times in size. The small necklace was wrapped around his hand, sitting in between his pointer and middle finger.

“St. Christopher knows right where you belong.”

~~~

The third, and hopefully not last, time St. Christopher had brought JJ back to you was the most defining.

Each pogue member had their own intricate tasks on how to get John B and Sarah off the island, your’s being a distraction for the police force. The only specific detail you had to follow was the timing. You needed to capture an audience after dark when the lovers would try to exit island waters. The larger the distraction the better, but you may have overdid it this time.

While JJ, Kie and Pope had been prepping the boat all day for the escape, you had been wandering the island looking for trouble. Within the time period of you being MIA, you managed to stumble upon Rafe Cameron looking as cracked out as ever. Bingo, you thought, time to light the fuse.

Walking up to Rafe, you began to pester him. Talking about Sarah, cocaine, and how his dad wasn’t happy that he killed the Sheriff. Telling him he never would live up to the kook expectations. You tried to pull out every card you could to infuriate him.

Now, hours later, and many many provoking conversations with Rafe later, it was dark and your time to shine, or die.

The police officers were trying to negotiate with Sarah and John B, but were at a complete halt when they saw you were being held with a knife to your throat. You were bloodied and cut as his knife hadn’t been an empty threat

“If-if you don’t stop all of this nonsense about finding my sister, I-I will slit her throat,” Rafe screamed.

The attention attracted the cameras, Ward, all the deputies and even your friends who were waiting in the tent next to the police. Your panicked face had everyone forgetting about the two escapees.

“Rafe, son, please put the knife down,” Ward tried to coax him. You instantly felt the blade tighten against your throat. Tears ran down your face, small cries floated from your lips. Rafe’s dirty fingernails dug into your hips causing you to drop to one side in pain.

“NO! She knows the truth Dad! We need to silence her! I managed to capture her, aren’t you proud Dad?” You pressed your head back into him, trying to get away from the knife, but that action had backfired. He pressed his face against yours, getting spit and tears on your cheek.

Something must have clicked in Ward’s head because his next statement saved your life. “Of course Rafe, I’m so proud of you.”

As you dropped to the ground, you were surrounded by an officer, carrying you over to the group of kids who you loved most of all. You could only pick out one voice though, JJ.

“Y/n, don’t you ever do that again!” he scolded while pulling you against his body. “I can’t lose JB and you on the same night.”

You gently giggled against his chest, trying to stop the tears and from flowing. You were too happy to be pressed up against his chest, smelling the faint scent of weed, deodorant and salt.

“Don’t be mad, I had to go that far, it was the only way,” you wailed. The grip on you tightened as you felt Kiara and Pope hug you as well.

It was hours after your parents and grandpa had come to retrieve you and JJ from the beach, and the two of you laid in your bed, refusing to be further than three feet away. Your stomach was pressed against JJ’s as you ran your fingers around his collar bone. His lips sat on the crown of your forehead.

You broke the silence with words that echoed JJ’s from a few months before. “I did it because I knew he would bring me home to you. No matter how big the adventure, he’d bring me home. One day he’ll bring us home to our biggest adventure, but today was not the day. He knew we were still needed.”

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viking-raider · 4 years

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Silver and Magic - Chapter 9

Summary: You and Geralt investigate the catacombs in Dilosmund for the Dragon Head key. But, you don’t leave the Catacombs the same person you went in as.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/Reader

Word Count: 3,703

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Rating: M - Cursing

Inspiration: What the dragon’s head necklace looks like (x) This is sorta what I picture reader’s sword to look like (x) and how I picture the reader’s eyes (x)

Author’s Note: I’m pulling shit out of my muse’s ass for this chapter, and probably future ones. Tell me what you think!

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Despite being abandoned for so long, the Dilosmund catacombs were still in reasonable shape, especially compared to Midmaw's. You followed behind Geralt, glancing at the artwork decorating the walls, some were carvings in the natural limestone, others were made out of the bones of the dead.

“Do you have any clue, where in this place, we're supposed to be looking for the necklace?” Geralt asked you over his shoulder.

“Sadly, no.” You sighed, stopping to examine one of the open corpses, and saw nothing. “But, if the Dragary revered their mine supervisors so much, that they only entrusted them with the keys, then they'll more than likely be buried in the wealthier section of the Catacombs.” You explained. “That's if they're anything like how other societies that bury their dead.” You added, sounding a bit skeptical.

“And how do we identify that?” Geralt asked, stopping and turning sideways to look at you.

“Well,” You pressed your lips together. “In Kovir, for instance, they bury their dead in open marble caskets. Cintra buries theirs in Quartzite, and Nilfgaard buries theirs in red Sandstone. All based on what the precious stone is, in their region.”

“What stone would that be for the Dragary?” Geralt pondered, glancing around.

“Limestone.” You said, touching the wall beside you. “and Granite.” You added, picking a small chunk of it off the floor, at your feet, and showed it to him.

“So, we're looking for a level that's largely Limestone and Granite.” He said, letting out a hard breath.

“Yep.” You nodded, rubbing your face.

You and Geralt carried on into the bowels and recesses of the catacombs, stopping to check every coffin or corpse that seemed of interest, but had still found nothing of promise. Going deeper, you hit a snag, when you found a large Granite slab, blocking the doorway into the lower levels. Geralt made you take several steps back, then used his Aard to break it down, the noise thundering through the narrow hallway, spewing dust and rock everywhere. Smirking and rolling your eyes at him, you stepped through the opening and took several steps, before slipping down a steep decline, and splashing into a stagnate body of water.

“Ugh, fucking fabulous.” You grunted and stood up, the water reaching your knees. “Watch the way down!” You called up to Geralt. “Aine.” You whispered, illuminating the room and saw that the walkway had collapsed at some point.

“You all right?” Geralt asked, carefully coming down.

“Other than being drenched in foul dead people water, I'm great.” You deadpanned, making Geralt smirk.

“Seems an aquifer burst through the wall over there.” He pointed to the crumbled section of wall to the left.

“That's comforting.” You replied and trudged through the water, the small orb of light you summoned follow you, over the surface of the water. “I think, we're close.” You called out to him, seeing damaged coffins made of rough stone, limestone and granite.

You searched the open coffins, while Geralt pushed open the lids of the closed ones. You moved to a room adjacent, the water going up to your mid thighs, as you moved through it and started searching through the coffins in there. The lid of one coffin was pushed almost sideways, and you peaked inside, catching the flickering glint of metal from your weakening orb of light. You squeezed your hand into the small gap and grabbed it, your fingers closed around it, feeling the outline of it.

“Geralt, I got it!” You yelled out to him, trying to tug the braided leather strap free. “Shit!” You barked, feeling something inside of the coffin grasp your wrist.

“Y/n?” Geralt's voice echoed back to you, the quick splashing of him moving as fast as he could to reach you.

“Something has my fucking hand!” You told him, struggling against it.

Geralt hadn't made it halfway to you, when a, nails on a chalkboard, wail reverberated through the air, making your vision swim and your skull feel like it was being crushed. The Wolf medallion swaying around your neck started to really vibrate on its chain. You looked up at Geralt with wide eyes, both of you silently communicating with each other. Wraith. He waded the rest of the way to you, planted his hands on the lid of the coffin and pushed it open more, allowing the reanimated corpse to sit up some. Geralt wasted no time, as another of the Wraith's screams reached you, closer this time, grabbing the corpse's head and twisting it around so far, it ripped off, making it go slack and dropped back to the bottom of the coffin. With it's head gone, it was easier for you to removed the necklace and pry its mummified hand from around your wrist. You dropped the necklace around your neck and twisted around, just as the Wraith breezed into the room, floating over the surface of the water, making it gently ripple.

“Shall we leave before we become the next set of corpses in this place?” You asked, eyes never leaving Wraith's.

“It would be rather nice.” Geralt agreed, his stance already in anticipation of a fight.

“One portal to the surface, at your service, Sir Witcher.” You said and grabbed a hold of Geralt's arm, focusing, and portalled you both out of the catacombs. “Undead and Wraiths, how exciting.” You panted, out of breath from your Magic use.

“Just another day as Witcher.” Geralt retorted, tugging his boots off and draining the water out of them. “You get use to it.” He added, giving you a playful smirk.

“I'm sure.” You chuckled back, removing the necklace from around your neck. “At least, we found what we were looking for.” You said, holding the necklace out to Geralt.

He took the necklace from you and examined it. “It always amazes me, how the smallest and simplest of things, cause the greatest of problems.” He said, weighing it in the palm of his hand.

“Well, the smallest of thing can throw off the whole balance of the world, especially if it's the right type of small thing.” You concurred, taking it back from him and putting it back around your neck. “Now, where did I port us too?” You sighed, looking around for anything familiar that could distinguish where you and Geralt were.

Geralt glanced around, then let out a loud whistle, and a minute or two later, Roach appeared to the east of you. “Not far, it would seem.” He said, grabbing the Bay's reins.

“That's convenient.” You laughed, getting up on Roach behind him.

“I've lost sight of my horses more than once, in my lifetime.” He replied, turning Roach the way she approached. “So, I make a point to teach each of them to come to me with a whistle. Though, it only works if they're close enough to hear it.” He added.

“I should teach Shadow that.” You said, resting forward against Geralt's back. “I don't really lose sight of him, but sometimes the little cur runs off.”

“He spook easy?” Geralt asked.

“No, he's just a drama queen.” You huffed, amused. “He can stand and behave as if a monster isn't right next to him, but the second he thinks something is going to get that luxurious coat of his dirty, he'll run right off; complaining and protesting the whole time.”

Geralt laughed, shaking his head. “Roach doesn't much care for being bothered with such trivial things herself. But, Shadow is a Friesian horse, so it doesn't surprise me, he gets upset about his looks. Though, Shadow is still a very friendly and stoic.”

“I am aware, the two of you get on rather well.” You smiled at him over his shoulder, you'd caught the Witcher more than once admiring Shadow and talking to him, sneaking him an apple or two. “I'm surprised Roach isn't jealous.”

“Oh, she's made her disapproval of it known, many times.” Geralt laughed, patting the side of Roach's neck. “It's getting a bit dark.” He said, looking up at the sky. “We'll keep on for a while, then make camp.”

“All right.” You nodded, resting your cheek against the back of his shoulder.

You traveled for an hour, before dismounting Roach and making camp. Geralt build a fire and you pulled out the bit of food you had packed for the journey, then unrolled a blanket and spread it over the ground, giving you and Geralt somewhere comfortable and clean to sleep. For whatever reason, you couldn't keep yourself from touching the dragon's head as it rested against the fabric of your shirt, like touching it gave you some kind of reassurance, feeling drawn to it. But, you fell asleep spooned into Geralt, enveloped by the intense heat of his big body, blanketing you against the chilled winter air. Geralt woke with a loud snort from Roach, the Bay stomping and pawing at the frozen ground. He rolled onto his back, but didn't see you on the blanket beside him and sat up, scanning the surrounding area. He caught a glimpse of your white shirt and got up to follow you, confused on what you were doing. You walked through the trees, like a beautiful ghost, unaware of Geralt's presence following close behind you, and stopped suddenly, just before you stepped off the edge of a very steep cliff.

“Y/n?” Geralt called your name, softly, not wanting to startle you and have you fall, frowning as he heard you speaking in some strange language. “Y/n.” He repeated your name, stepping closer to you and carefully grabbing the back of your arm and pulling you away from the edge. “What's going on with you?” He asked, turning you around and took a sharp breath, seeing your eyes.

Your normal silver colored eyes had morphed, shining like highly polished silver, but your round pupils were slits, like that of a cat's. He looked down at your hand, seeing it wrapped around the dragon's head pendant and looked back up into your eyes. Your pupils weren't narrow like a cat's, they were narrow like a Dragon's. Geralt yanked the necklace from around your neck and out of your hand, making you waver for a moment and blink rapidly, before your eyes returned to normal and you snapped out of whatever trance or state you were in.

“Geralt?” You frowned, looking around and realizing neither of you were at camp. “What are we doing out here?”

“You were sleepwalking.”Geralt answered. “With this.” He held up the necklace. “You were speaking in some strange language as well, and your eyes and pupils were like a Dragon's.”

“What?” You snapped, stunned and confused.

“There's something about this pendant that changed you.” He said, studying it. “It's quite strange. Would your friend, Aero, know anything about this?” He asked, concerned.

“He might.” You answered, quietly, feeling strange.

“We should see him in the morning.” Geralt replied, lifting a brow at you and pocketed the pendant, he didn't feel easy about giving it back to you, and could plainly see that it bothered you that he didn't. “Come, let's rest some more.” He said, gently taking your hand and leading you back to the bed roll.

You let him guide you back to camp and laid down with him again, bothered by the incident.

In the morning, you and Geralt traveled to Pont Vanis, and visited Aero at his home.

“Ah!” Aero grinned. “I'm glad to see you taking my advice on not being a stranger, and this must be your Witcher.” He greeted Geralt, warmly.

“I have an issue, Aero.” You told him, getting to the point.

“Oh?” The Elf frowned, tilting his head at you. “What issue would that be?”

“This.” Geralt said, holding up the pendant. “We found it in the Dilosmund Catacomb, where you suggested it could be. But, the issue is, it changed y/n.”

Aero fixed his eyes on you and blinked. “She seems the same to me.”

“Minus the fact, I want to snatch it from him and horde it for myself.” You elaborated, eyes on the dragon's head.

“And it changed her eyes.” Geralt added.

“Changed her eyes, how?”

“They were the same color, but her pupils were slits, like a Dragon's would be.” Geralt explained, letting the Elf take the necklace from him. “She nearly sleep walked off the edge of a cliff, in the process.”

Aero frowned, studying the pendant, then handed it to you. You felt an odd relief getting it back, squeezing your hand around it, hugging it against your chest. It wasn't long afterwards, that your pupils grew incredibly small, like a pinpoint, then extended into a thin line slit, startling Aero. He managed to take it back from you, and your eyes returned to normal.

“Oh, dear.” He mewled, eyes wide.

“What is it?” Geralt demanded, not liking his expression.

“I didn't-It can't be.” Aero mumbled to himself. “But, it has to be.”

“Aero, mumbling.” You snapped, softly.

Aero put up a finger. “I think...No, let me make sure.” He turned on his heels and went upstairs to his library.

“Is that normal?” Geralt asked you, following him up.

“He's a scholar.” You replied, like it answered Geralt's question.

You made it into Aero's study, to find him pushing books and scrolls around his messy desk, pausing long enough, every now and then, to skim through a scroll or flip through a book. It was several minutes until he seemed to find whatever it was he was looking for. He scoured through the book and mumbled more to himself, picked up another book and kept going back and forth between the two. You and Geralt stood impatiently beside his desk, watching him the whole time.

“It is what I feared, well, not feared, per-say.” He finally addressed the two of you. “It's rather thrilling and incredible.”

“That's easy for you to say.” You huffed, shaking your head.

“What did you find?” Geralt added, annoyed.

“It seems, y/n here, is a Dragarian.” Aero, finally, announced.

“What!?” You shouted, resting your palms against his desk. “You said, all of them either died in that dragon attack, or killed themselves! How the hell am I one of them, if that's the case?” You demanded, flabbergasted at the news.

“According to this account.” Aero explained, tapping his finger against the page. “Only a Dragarian, can be affected by this.” He held up the necklace. “It's imbued the Dragarian Magic, magic only the Dragary are capable of, and affected by. Well, Dragary Magic affects anyone, like any normal Magic. But, the type of Magic in this, only affects a Dragarian, the way it affects you. As you can see, Geralt and I can openly hold it in our bare hands, and it doesn't affect us at all. But, the moment you touched it, that change comes over you.”

“Why?” You demanded, feeling dizzy. “Why, does it affect me like that? I get the Magic, but, to that specific affect.”

“There's a myth, legend or fable, what have you. That says, that Dragarians were once actually dragons.” He replied, sitting down. “The story goes; that a male dragon made a deal with Dilos, to be allowed to have a human-like body, after having seen humans and being curious to what it would be like. He kept almost all of his abilities he had as a dragon and went about the Continent, experiencing life as would a human.”

You and Geralt both seated yourselves across from him. “And?” You asked.

“Well, the tale continues.” He continued. “Dragons are known for their hording tendencies, so he horded a large portion of gold, and built a home close to where he originally lived as a Dragon, near the Dragon Mountains. But, as time grew on, he became lonely, and went looking for a mate. He met a female dragon, they fell in love and she asked Dilos to do for her, what he had done for the male, and he granted it for her. They married and established themselves.” He rubbed his chin. “Several other dragons, seeing the life they lived, asked Dilos to change them, and over time the changed Dragons had families and the kingdom of Dragary was created.”

“So, they're the descendants of Dragons.” You summed up, finding it hard to believe, but everything you had been going through lately, it didn't seem as far fetched as it should have. “How does that explain, me being affected, if there aren't supposed to be any left?”

“Well, perhaps the account of them all committing suicide was wrong.” Aero replied, frowning. “Your parents could have been Dragarian, decided to leave the kingdom to live elsewhere, for some reason, so they survived the attack and didn't kill themselves, but they covered up what they were, for whatever reason.” He sighed, looking at you, softly. “or the people you considered your parents, weren't.”

That hit you like a boulder to the chest, either your parents lied to you about your heritage, or they lied to you about your parentage, and you'd never figure out which, since they were both dead. Geralt frowned, worried and sympathetic, resting his hand on your leg.

“So, I'm possibly, the last of my kind.” It felt so beyond strange to say it, then you looked up at Aero. “Do you think this creature could have something to do with the Dragary? It has to have a pendant to get into the mine, it could be affected by it as well.”

“It is possible.” He agreed. “But, whatever it is, its not a humanoid, or at least, it isn't a humanoid any longer.” He clarified.

“So, I'm the descendant of Dragons.” You sighed, shaking your head and sarcastic. “Fucking lovely.”

“It could explain your unique capabilities with Magic.” Aero replied, he'd always found your ability to wield and control Magic strange, many had; it came much more naturally, and almost effortless to you, you could maintain and sustain your Chaos better than nearly every Mage you had met.

“Did the Dragary have their own language?” Geralt asked, still curious about the strange language you'd spoken in, the night before, and was now much more interested in knowing, if that's what you'd been speaking.

“Quite.” Aero nodded, picking up a scroll on his desk and handing it to Geralt.

“Can you read this?” Geralt asked you, unrolling it and handing it to you.

“I doubt it.” You replied, taking it from him and looking it over. At first, it seemed like a bunch of jumbled marks, but they quickly made sense to you, startling you even farther. “The place between then and now; is that now is happening, and then is out of our reach...” You read the top line of it, making Aero's mouth drop open.

“It took me nearly three decades to translate that, and you did it in five seconds.” He said, sounding jealous and surprised, at the same time. “This only reaffirms my belief of your heritage, y/n.”

“How would I not know, I knew this language?” You asked, carefully setting the scroll down at the edge of his desk.

“You could have known it at a much younger age, and as time went by, you used it so little, you consciously forgot about it, but subconsciously you still remember.” Geralt replied, a deep crease between his brows.

“I agree.” Aero nodded.

“I don't know, if I like this.” You sighed, rubbing your face, it was a lot to process.

“Well, it's not like your any different than you have been.” Aero tried to soothe you. “You've just been unaware of your full potential and nature. We all have something inside of us, we are unaware is there, until the right circumstances happen. Trying to defeat this creature, is just yours.”

“So, what do I do?” You asked him, tired. “If I touch the thing, I apparently go all dragonkin about it.”

“I believe, the episode you had last night, was a simple combination of your genetic reaction and being asleep. When you did it downstairs you were perfectly fine, mostly. So, as long as you don't touch it in a sleep state, you'll be able to control it.”

“We don't even know what all of it is.” Geralt pointed out. “We both took it from her, before we could discover the full affect of it.”

“That is also true.” Aero conceded, biting his lip.

“I don't feel like finding out.” You cut Aero off, seeing the expression on his face and in his eyes. “All I need is to turn into a full blown dragon in the middle of Kovir. People can't stand what they don't get already, and a person turning into a Dragon, is the very last thing they'll understand.”

“Again, also true.” the Elf nodded, conflicted. “It's all very new and strange, to be put simply.”

“At least, you two woke up knowing who you are.” You sighed. “I get to fall asleep, wondering who I am.”

“You're still you, y/n.” Geralt told you, squeezing your thigh. “Finding all this out, isn't going to change any of that. People find out about their heritage everyday and are still the same as they were before.”

“I doubt any of them found out they could be related to Dragons, or a society that's supposed to be extinct.” You deadpanned, looking him in the eye. “But, you are still right. I still feel, more or less, myself.” You sighed, leaning back against your chair. “We still need to investigate that mine and learn more about that creature, though.”

“And now that we have the pendant, it'll be a sight easier.” Geralt agreed with you.

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get-your-fics · 5 years

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hostage

Summary: Steve takes it upon himself to protect you after your family was taken in the blip, but he ends up going to extreme lengths to do so.

Pairing: dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Smut, non-con/rape, stalking, kidnapping, violence, language, angst

A/N: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor‘s in the dark! writing challenge. She is an absolutely amazing writer, so please go check her blog out if you somehow haven’t already haha. Congrats on 3k, Roo! You totally deserve it!

“Marco!”

“Polo!”

You tried to slink away from your little sister in the water, but her head snapped in your direction. She waded towards you cautiously, her arms stretched out in front of her. You panicked and started to swim away, not caring how much noise you made. She laughed and started to chase after you at full speed. You dodged around other people in the pool and flashed them apologetic smiles. You found yourself trapped in the corner of the pool, and you cursed under your breath. A hand clamped down on your shoulder and whirled you around.

“Gotcha!” She grinned at you triumphantly.

“No way!” You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her to you. “You had your eyes open the whole time, I know it!” You ruffled her hair.

“I didn’t cheat!” she whined, pushing you off of her. “Now, stop being a sore loser. It’s your turn.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you sighed. You swam to the middle of the pool and closed your eyes. You counted to ten to give her time to move around. “Marco!”

“Polo!” Her voice was faint, and it sounded like it was coming from behind you on the left.

You turned around and swam towards where you thought she was. “Marco!”

“Polo!” Her voice was closer now.

You smiled as you heard the splash of water. It was barely audible over the noise of laughter from other people in the pool as she was trying to move quietly, but it was just loud enough for you to hear. You doggie paddled in her direction. “Marco!”

“Po...” she trailed off, but you could hear her right next to you. You reached out your arms, expecting to grab onto her, but there was nothing there. You furrowed your brow. She must’ve gotten away fast.

“Marco!” You waited for her response, but it didn’t come. “Marco?” Still nothing. You huffed. “Emily, we talked about this! You have to say polo!” You spun around. Dread started to settle in the pit of your stomach. “Emily?”

In fact, it was eerily silent. The only sound was the slosh of the water around you. You opened your eyes and looked around you. There was no one in the pool, and the once clear, cerulean water was now tainted black. Black as ash, black as char.

Black as dust.

“Everyone disappeared that day. My family, my friends. That was over a year ago now, but I can still remember it as if it was yesterday.” You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, your eyes welling with tears. You must’ve told this story a thousand times, but it still got to you. “No matter how hard I try, I just can’t forget.”

“You don’t have to forget to move on, (Y/N). It’s important to remember the loved ones we lost,” Michael who led the support group explained to you in a soothing tone. “But we can’t let our futures be ruled by the past. We have to build our lives while honoring the memory of those who are gone, to move on in a way that they would be proud of.” His eyes locked with yours. “Thank you for sharing your story, (Y/N). Hopefully, it will encourage other people to share theirs as well.” He glanced down at his watch. “That’s our time for today. Thank you, everyone, for coming. I’ll see you all again next week, same place, same time.”

The legs of the metal chairs screeched against the tiled floor as the other people in the circle stood up. They gathered their things, most of them heading straight for the door while some of them hung around after and chatted. You grabbed your bag from where it was slung over the back of your chair and threw it over your shoulder. You were ready to join the rest of those bolting for the exit when a man named Dave stepped into your path.

“Hey, (Y/N), right?” You nodded wordlessly. “I just wanted to say you were really brave for sharing that with us. I don’t think I would have the guts to do that.” He laughed nervously.

“Thanks, Dave.” You offered him a weak smile. He had only been in the support group for a couple of weeks. He didn’t really speak much. The only reason you knew his name was because of the introductions at the beginning of every meeting.

“My parents disappeared in the snap too, so I know how hard it is.” He lowered his gaze to his shoes. Everyone you met had lost someone nowadays. It was the new normal. “If you ever want to talk about it one on one,” he reached into his jacket and retrieved a small slip of paper, “feel free to call me. We could go get coffee or something.”

You looked down at the paper in his hand. Scrawled on it was his phone number in black ink. You took it from him and shoved it in the back pocket of your jeans. “I’ll think about it,” was all you said.

“Okay, cool. Bye, (Y/N).” He waved to you as he started to retreat. “See you soon.”

You waved back and watched him leave. You waited, giving him a head start, before moving towards the exit to the church where the support group was held. You took the slip of paper out of your pocket and discreetly disposed of it in the trashcan next to the doors. Many people had started to reach out to one another, to make new connections to fill in the gaps and holes left from the old ones. But you weren’t one of those people. Your associations were few and far between, and you were starting to prefer it that way. The less amount of people in your life meant less of a chance of getting hurt again.

You kept your head low as you left the church and headed back to your tiny, studio apartment in your hometown. You had been attending the support group meeting for a little over a year now. It was your last hope, but nothing had changed. You still felt like there were heavy chains attached to your ankles weighing you down and holding you back. You still wished that you had been a part of the fifty percent, that either all of your family had survived or you had gone with them.

You took a shortcut through an alley to your apartment and immediately regretted it when you saw a shadowed figure leaning against the building. It pushed off of the brick wall and was on you in a second. You heard the cock of a gun and saw the glint of metal in the dim light of the far away street lamps. “Purse, now,” the deep voice growled.

You didn’t argue with the man. There was no point. He was way bigger than you were, so overpowering him would be impossible. You let out a small sigh before letting the strap of your bag fall off your shoulder. You did what every adult had advised you to do ever and threw it a good distance away from you so if the mugger dove for the bag, you’d have a chance to escape.

The man didn’t move. He stood stock still in front of you, like he was contemplating something. “The necklace too.”

That sent a pump of fear surging through your veins. Your hand absentmindedly reached up to touch the small, diamond pendant dangling from the gold chain around your neck. It had been your mother’s before she had given it to you. “I... I can’t,” you stammered, holding back tears.

“I don’t think you understand.” He raised the gun higher so you could see it clearly. He aimed it directly at your head. “Give me the necklace now, or I put a bullet through your skull.”

You slowly lowered your arm to your side. If you had to die over protecting your mother’s necklace, then so be it. You rolled back your shoulders and lifted your chin. You stared down your nose at the man. He tightened his grip on the gun, readying to pull the trigger.

A hand wrapped around the back of the man’s neck and lifted him off of the ground. The man’s eyes bulged, and he let out a sharp yelp as he was slammed against the wall of the building by another shadowed figure. The figure held him up like a rag doll and punched him square in the jaw. He let go of him, and the mugger dropped to the gravel in a dirty puddle, limp and unconscious.

You pressed yourself up against the brick wall opposite the figure, panting for breath. Whoever this man was, he was unlike anyone you had ever seen before. He was tall and stocky, with broad shoulders and huge biceps straining against the fabric of his hoodie. He unclenched his large fists, and you could tell he was restraining any animosity he had and unbridled strength he possessed. He slowly turned around, his face shadowed by the hood pulled up over his head.

“Are you all right, miss?” You furrowed your brow. His voice sounded strangely familiar, like you had heard it somewhere before.

He reached up and lowered his hood. A slat of light streaming in from the end of the alleyway shone down on his face. He had chiseled features, a strong jaw, short, golden hair. His glossy, blue eyes caught what little light there was and reflected it like the stars in the sky.

“C-captain America?” you stuttered.

A soft chuckle fell from his pink lips. “That’s me.”

That only added to your confusion. “I didn’t know avengers saved people being mugged in alleyways now,” you joked.

“I happened to be in the area.” He leaned down and picked up your bag from where you had thrown it. “But I’m not what’s important right now. Are you okay?”

He held your bag out to you, and you took it from him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” What business could an avenger have in your hometown? Shouldn’t he be off saving the world somewhere or hunting down some big, evil villain? Shouldn’t he be trying to reverse the effects of the blip?

“Really, it was no problem.” He beamed at you triumphantly, his face alit. It was strangely off-putting.

You looked over his shoulder at the mugger collapsed in a heap on the ground. “Is he going to be okay?” There was something odd about the way he was so still. He didn’t even look like he was breathing.

Steve’s face twisted with confusion before he saw who you were looking out. “He’s just out cold. He’ll probably wake up in a couple of hours.” He looked back at you. “Why does it matter? He attacked you.” His focus on you was undivided, like you were the only thing in the world.

“You’re right. It doesn’t.” You forced a strained smile on your face. “Thanks again for your help. Goodbye.”

You started to walk away when he blocked your path. “Where do you live? Maybe I could walk you home.”

“That’s really not necessary.” You wrung your hands together.

“Please, it’s the least I could do. Wouldn’t want you to get into another incident like this one without me there to save you, now would I?” He grinned.

Your smile faltered. “I can take care of myself.”

He raised his brows, like he was taken aback at your response. “Really? ‘Cause from the looks of it, you would be bleeding out on the ground right now if I hadn’t have come to the rescue.” He loomed over you. “Why is that necklace so important to you, you’d be willing to die for it?”

You shrunk away from him and grasped the diamond resting against your collarbone again. “My mother gave it to me. She was-”

“Taken from you in the blip?” he finished for you. You nodded. It was a pretty obvious guess. “I understand how it is, (Y/N). I lost people myself, but you can’t let it rule your life forever.” He extended a hand to you. “Now, please. Allow me to take you home.”

Every muscle in your body froze. “How did you know my name?”

An unreadable expression came over his face, but it was replaced in a second by his usual poster-boy smile. “You told it to me, remember?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “No, I didn’t.” You eyed him suspiciously.

He slowly lowered his arm and dropped it to his side. The corners of his lips twitched before his smile slipped from his face. His lips pressed into a thin, straight line, and his blue eyes hardened. All the light drained from them until they were two blackholes in the middle of his face, sucking and drawing you into them.

“I’m sorry we had to meet this way, (Y/N).” His tone was dark and low, and it made chills run down your spine. “I didn’t plan for it to happen like this, but I guess we rarely ever do.”

Some instinct deep in your gut told you to run. You tried to sidestep him, but he was faster than you. He grabbed your arm and pushed you back against the wall. The back of your head connected with the brick, causing your field of vision to go blurry. You could barely see Steve in front of you as he reached in the pocket of his hoodie and took out a syringe filled with a bright green liquid. How did you think you could outrun a super soldier?

You struggled against him, but his arms kept you still. He pressed his chest flush against yours as he jabbed the syringe into the side of your neck. The sharp sting of the needle piercing your skin cut through the dull ache in your skull. “Shhh,” he shushed you as he injected you with the liquid. “Don’t worry. Everything is going to be all right. You’re with me now.”

His voice sounded muffled to your ears. Your body relaxed as whatever he had injected you with involuntarily invaded your senses. Gray, fuzzy dots formed over your already hazy vision until it was completely enveloped in black, and the sweet bliss of unconsciousness took its hold over you.

You slowly returned to your senses. You felt like you were trying to move through molasses as you tried to get the gears spinning in your brain again. Your limbs felt heavy and weighed down, like they were made out of lead. Your eyes fluttered open, but you still couldn’t see anything. There was a bag over your head, shrouding you in darkness.

You let out a low groan, and you heard footsteps draw closer to you. They stopped right in front of you, and the brown bag was ripped off of your head. You winced as you were blinded with light. You blinked rapidly to adjust your gaze before taking in your surroundings. You were in a rather spacious room with concrete walls and a cold, stone floor. The only source of light was the singular, overhead lamp shining down on you, keeping everything beyond the pool of light you were in out of focus.

You became painfully aware of the position you were in. Your wrists were tied above your head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. You were suspended enough so your toes just barely touched the ground, keeping you in a state of constant discomfort and exhaustion. Your bones and joints were sore, and you struggled to balance yourself on the tips of your toes. A strangled cry crawled its way out of your throat.

“I know, little girl.” Your head snapped to Steve who stood in front of you. He looked completely unhinged now. His lips were twisted into a sinister grin, and his blown out pupils swallowed all light that hit them. “I know it hurts, but this is temporary, as long as you behave.” The way he said behave made your stomach coil in repulsion.

“Where am I?” Your voice was hoarse and strained.

“Somewhere where no one will find us, where we can be alone.” He lifted a hand to caress your face, and you jerked away from his touch. His grin wavered. “You know, I have to commend you, (Y/N). You are a smart girl. Most people wouldn’t notice a slip up like that, but you are not most people. That’s why I like you so much. You’re cunning, like when you threw away Dave’s phone number because you knew he’d never be worthy of someone like you.”

You bristled. “You were watching me?” He nodded. “Why?”

He reached in the back pocket of his jeans and held up a crinkled piece of paper for you to see. It was a newspaper clipping of an article about you detailing the loss of your family and friends. A lot of them had been run about people after the blip. This one featured a picture your best friend had taken of you on a bridge overlooking a river. Even though the ink was faded, you could make out the radiant smile on your face and the bright look in your eyes. You felt like you were staring at a completely different girl. This version of you was so foreign to you now.

“You lost everyone dear to you in the blip, and all because of me. Because I failed to prevent it, failed to stop Thanos.” He clenched his jaw so hard the veins in his neck stood out. “So I thought that maybe if I followed you for a little while, if I could just help you from afar, I could make it up to you, but it wasn’t enough.” He pressed a hand to his chest. “You need me. The only way I can truly protect you is if I have you in my grasp. Our little run-in in the alley showed me that.”

You shook your head. “You’re insane.” He was Captain America! Wasn’t he supposed to be the good guy, the one whose face was plastered over all the posters with inspiring words attached to them? The star spangled hero? The man standing in front of you now was anything but that. He was like a depraved, funhouse mirror version of him. I guess the blip changed us both. “You think just because you feel guilty you can stalk me and try to control my life!”

He chuckled, the sound bouncing off of the walls. It sounded so out of place for the situation and slowly morphed into maniacal cackling. “You know, another thing about you is that you’re really stubborn. You’re so insistent on being alone. I mean, you didn’t even want me to walk you home after you almost died in an alley by yourself!”

“Because I don’t need you, you sadistic fuck! I don’t need anyone!” Your voice shook with rage. Angry tears sprung from the corners of your eyes and dripped off your chin.

“You do need me.” He cupped your face in his large hands, wiping away the tracks left behind by your tears. “More than you realize right now, I know. But we’ll work on that. I’ll teach you to trust me, to not isolate yourself so much. I’ll give you your old life back.” His hands drifted down to your hips. “I’ll make you whole again.”

You moved back as much as possible, ignoring the way the rope cut into your skin at the undesirable position. It rubbed your wrists raw until they were red and irritated, and you could feel wet blood rolling down your arms in thick drops. You screamed wildly before kicking your leg at him with all the force you could muster. He caught it before you could land a solid blow to his gut, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“I know every move you make, (Y/N). I know everything there is to know about you.” He reached for the fly on your jeans. “I know you better than you know yourself.”

“No! Get off of me!” You shouted desperately as he undid the button and zipper on your pants. He pulled the denim and your panties down your legs in one fell swoop. “Get away from me! Let me go! Let me go!”

He threw the discarded garments over his shoulder and grabbed your hips again. “Shhh,” he shushed you as he pulled you close to him. “I just want to hold you. I just want to make you feel better.”

He gripped your thighs and forced your legs to fold around his waist. He lifted you up, and you hated the flush of relief that ran through you as the weight of your body was removed from your arms and shoulders. He smirked at you and moved his hand in between your bodies, pulling his cock out of his jeans. Fear coursed through your veins as you got a glance at the size of him.

“Stop it. Get away.” Your voice cracked. You knew it was hopeless.

“There’s no stopping me, (Y/N).” He positioned himself at your entrance, and you didn’t have time to prepare before he pushed in. Your mouth fell open as the head of his cock stretched you open. You tensed against him, your chest heaving as you gasped for air. “Just relax,” he whispered in your ear. You tried to listen to him, willing to do anything to stop the searing burn as he entered you. He slid into you to his limit, pushing you way past yours. “There. Isn’t that better?”

He moved in and out of you at a slow pace. You gritted your teeth and willed yourself to focus on the pangs of pleasure sent rolling through you with each thrust of his hips. Slick coated the inside of your thighs, and he sped up as you relaxed around him. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat and embarrassment at taking any pleasure out of this at all, but you were grateful that your arousal meant his rough treatment hurt less.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he grunted. “To touch you,” he carded a hand through your hair, earning a squeak from you as his fingers caught on the tangles, “to kiss you.” He smashed his lips against yours, silencing any screams that wanted to escape.

He tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, certain to bruise. The obscene noise of skin slapping against skin filled the otherwise quiet room as you bounced up and down on his cock. He pulled away from your lips and nuzzled the tip of his nose against your cheekbone. His short and shallow breaths filled your ears, and his white t-shirt clung to his chest with sweat where your bodies made contact.

“Cum for me,” he managed between pants. His hand snaked up your torso to cup your bouncing tit. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

You could feel a wall of pleasure building inside you. You twisted your hands in the rope, desperate for something to cling onto. You could no longer stop the needy mewls falling from your lips in time with his thrusts. Your walls clenched around his cock as the wall came crashing down, euphoria washing over you. You leaned your head back, your thighs twitching around him.

“Yes,” he breathed out. He fucked into you at an inhuman pace. You were too dazed to realize he had cum inside of you until it was too late. He stilled inside of you as his cum painted your walls.

Your chest rose up and down violently as you caught your breath. You closed your eyes, relieved that this torment was finally over. Then, you felt him harden inside of you again, and your eyes snapped open. A whine left your parted lips.

He chuckled. “Oh, little girl,” the lustful, dark look in his half-lidded eyes shocked you to the core, “you didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”

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arcticguk · 5 years

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heart in your hands | myg

| pairing: min yoongi x reader

| warnings, au: little food mention, college au, slice of life au, fluff

| précis: in which yoongi borrows your scrunchie.

| word count: 1,209

| a/n: yes i am referring to peter kavinsky and lara jean in tatbilb w the scrunchie

“Baby?” A soft voice floats into your ears, pulling you out of your dream-like state. You slowly sit up in bed, blinking slowly at your boyfriend, whose smiling at your drowsy expression and sleep swollen face.

“Mmh.” You grumble, sleep clinging to the rasp of your words. “What are you doing?” His fingers pass through your hair, lightly untangling the messy locks. His eyes are seemingly swimming with tiny hearts as he watches you attempt to wake yourself up a little more, your eyelashes fluttering slowly.

“I have class in twenty minutes.” He murmurs, the hand in your hair stilling, reaching his other one to rest on your waist. Your lower lip slides out at that, fingers curling around the hem of Yoongi’s shirt, tugging him even closer to your body.

“It’s so early though.” You whine into his collarbone, mouthing at the soft skin. A chuckle floats from his pretty lips, his chest rumbling lightly with his amusement.

“I know it is baby girl. But I’ll be back soon.” He assures with a press of his lips to your forehead, smiling contently when you nod sleepily and lay back down, clutching his pillow into your grasp, burying your face in it to engulf your senses in his scent.

“I love you.” You murmur as he’s digging keys out of discarded sweatpants from the dirty laundry pile, vaguely aware of his face turning pink as he returns your words with a quiet tone, an endearing shyness clinging to it.

He tugs your blanket up a bit, tucking it loosely around your shoulders and dropping a kiss to the back of your neck before leaving, quietly shutting the door behind him.

When you wake up for the second time that morning, the bright glow from the sun that had risen a good few hours before, creeping through the curtains. With a small huff, you slowly make your way out of the warm sheets, wrapping your fleece throw around yourself, dragging your feet across the carpet to pull open the curtains.

Warm, golden light filters through the translucent glass, warming your skin nicely, although bringing a squint to your eyes as you adjust your vision to the light.

You busy yourself with hooking your phone up to the speaker Yoongi had mounted to your bedroom wall, filling the room with your morning routine playlist.

With the low-fi beats swirling around you, you slowly begin to get ready, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and swapping your pajamas for one of Yoongi’s hoodies.

A content sigh leaves your mouth, feeling snuggly and warm with the thick fabric enveloping your figure, the fragrance a mixture of Yoongi’s shampoo and cologne, wafting up to your nose.

It’s after you’ve already sponged a foundation dusted blender against your face and ran a brush through your sleep-mussed locks, that you yank open the drawer latched underneath your sink, fingers fumbling around to get a way to hold your hair back.

A surprised grumble crawls up your throat and falls from your lips, chased with a sigh of annoyance. Amongst the scatter of bobby pins matched to your hair color and stretched out hair ties, you can’t find your favorite scrunchie.

The clothed elastic was bright blue and something you’d found in the clearance bin at your favorite store, but you loved it nevertheless. And it was nowhere to be found.

“God damn it!” You curse, the words falling from your lips irritably. You leave the bathroom with a huff, lightly slamming the door shut behind you, rolling your eyes as you flop helplessly onto your bed.

Once you’ve come to terms with the fact that you probably aren’t going to find your scrunchie anytime soon, you shut your eyes and puff out another sigh. In the grand scheme of things, losing your favorite scrunchie wasn’t that big of a deal, but right now it was getting on your last nerve.

You grumpily curl up on Yoongi’s side of the bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, a pout prominent on your face until you can’t ignore the incessant grumbling of your stomach, so you set your stubbornness aside and trudge down the stairs.

And it’s when you’re pouring milk over your multicolored rounds, the front door clicks open, revealing your drowsy-looking boyfriend. He shuffles slowly, making his way over to you, stopping to wrap his arms around your shoulders and drop a kiss to the crown of your head.

“What’s the matter my love?” He murmurs, lips still pressed against your hair, his inquiry reverberating at the back of your skull. Your fingers reach up to your shoulder to rest on top of Yoongi’s absently twisting a silver band adorning his tiniest digit.

“It’s stupid.” You murmur, face heating with embarrassment, distracting yourself by dipping your spoon into your bowl, the curved end scooping up sugary circles and pink milk past your lips.

“It’s not stupid if you’re upset about it.” He soothes, pressing another kiss to your head while his hand softly drags down your arm. He doesn’t leave, just curls his arms tighter around you, chin resting on the top of your head, patiently waiting for you to tell him what’s bothering you.

Finally, a few quiet moments pass, until you speak up. “I lost my scrunchie.” You whine, the pout on your lips becoming more prominent when you can feel Yoongi hold his chuckle in.

“Don’t you have more though?” He wonders, unwrapping his arms from you so he can sit down next to you.

“That one was my favorite.”

He looks down at his arms, pulling up his hoodie sleeve to reveal your favorite scrunchie, snug around his wrist along with his favorite silver chains and thick watch. “Oh, you mean this?” He wonders, a crooked smile showcasing his little teeth.

“Yoongi!” You giggle, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder. He pulls the scrunchie off his own wrist, stretching it to snap onto your own.

“When you were watching that movie, you told me how cute it was that, that one dude was wearing his girlfriend’s scrunchie.” He murmurs, his cheeks blooming a light pink. “I thought it was kinda...cool, ya know?” He trails off, embarrassment eating into his tone. “You wear my hoodies sometimes, so I figured I could wear your scrunchie or something.”

Your heart swells with endearment, tears welling in your eyes. Love for your sweet boyfriend drips down your face in the form of tiny water droplets.

“Hey, hey baby, I’m sorry,” He starts, lightly running his thumb under your eye, collecting your tears on the pad of his digit. “I won’t take your scrunchie again if you don’t want me too.”

You snort, giggles falling from your lips as you wipe your runny nose. “I’m not mad.” You say. “I just love you a lot.”

“I love you too.” He says, leaning forward to press his lips against yours, gently pillowing his mouth on your own, his soft movements making your stomach flutter.

When he pulls away, his lips rosy and puffy, he has the biggest smile gracing his features, his chocolate eyes melting with love for you.

“Here,” You murmur, stretching the scrunchie over his wrist again. “I want you to wear it.”

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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Infatuated | 02 (m)

Summary: You liked planning ahead. To save your future self some avoidable heartache, you’ve set your eyes on the golden boy, and your brother Yoongi’s best friend, Kim Seokjin. Some may call it an obsession. Your best friend calls it ‘picking the wrong guy’. Park Jimin calls it stalking and you just call it infatuation.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Smut, crack.

Warnings: Oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, facial.

Words: 11k+

A/N: here it is. After pushing the post date further and further i’m still not to happy with all of it hhhhh. I like some parts more than others and some i may be overthinking lol. let me know if you guys enjoyed it. Thanks everyone for being patient ily<3

You had imagined this day so many times that it was almost too hard to make yourself not think about spending time with Jin. You had seen him on a few dates before – accidentally, mind you – and rather than a bout of jealousy you’d felt determination course through your veins to be the girl in those fancy café couches that Seokjin always took his dates to. And that’s not too off the typical chain of thoughts and emotions someone feels after seeing their crush on a date with another girl. Not weird at all. Yeah sure you got yelled at by Sana to snap out of it and stop being a sociopath but there was nothing sociopathic about a crush!

“Yes it is! Especially when you look like you’re about to go to a business meeting than a date.” You groan for the hundredth time it seems, smoothing down the formal blouse you wore on top of your formal-ish pencil skirt. You needed to look put together and like someone Seokjin could see himself bring to his future meetings for his future career. Ugh, why couldn’t Sana have an equally intense infatuation with someone like you did?

“Not infatuation either. You seem even more uninterested in the romantic aspect of dating Seokjin-ssi than before.” Great. You were thinking out loud and Sana was more annoying than a mom sending her teenage daughter off to prom.

“What even happened last night anyway? How did your clothes not dry in a whole night?” Her furrowed eyebrows underneath her glasses has you scrambling your brain to find something else to throw her way before her stupidly beautiful big brain put two and two together.

“Uhh I just took another swim afterwards until late night so they never dried properly I guess.” Your nonchalance is commendable – you’ve got to say because Sana is only mulling your explanation in her head for another 5 seconds before the sound of your phone buzzing has you both distracted.

“Is it him again?” Sana’s arms are crossed as she watches you check your messages and the smile on your face confirms it all.

“He’s leaving his place now.”

“You guys aren’t going together? He literally lives like two buildings away.” Oh boy. Now you have more explaining to do.

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders casually, you hope her inquisitive and protective personality doesn’t get in the way of your date. “He’s with Yoongi right now and I’m sure he doesn’t want to let him know about us yet.”

“’Us?”

“Ugh. Sana, give it a rest will you.” You finally break your silent composure and face her cross armed figure that looms behind you like an over-protective mother. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m an independent woman. I can handle going to the local café by myself.” The sweet smile you send her way isn’t enough to change her opinion about your date with Seokjin but you can see her finally relenting and that’s all you care about.

“Fine whatever. But seriously,” she continues to drill the same words in you as you walk past her to fetch your booties that matched your outfit perfectly. Not too formal and not too informal. “I still don’t understand why you have to wear… that!”

She’s pointing her finger at you accusingly but thankfully you’re almost out of the door. Turning around for the last time before you left though, you take a hold of her shoulders in hopes of getting through to her anxieties about your ‘sham’ of a date with Seokjin - to her anyway.

“Sana, I get that you don’t approve of this sudden…change in events but maybe he genuinely has gotten the vibe from me you know?”

“I don’t.” She deadpans.

“Don’t be such a party pooper!” You don’t care that you probably sound like a child whining – cutely you hope – while you attack her with cuddles again and she unsuccessfully tries to wiggle out of your embrace.

“Fine, fine! Let go off me you koala… sloth hybrid.” And all you can do is make kissy faces at her. Adorable little demon. You could never leave for a date with Sana mad at you. It was a bad omen you’d learned.

“Even though none of this smells right to me,” She puts up her finger to stop the protest from escaping your tongue, “I hope he is at least a fun time.”

You can sense it in her words and most of all – in her eyes that she’s just concerned for you. Probably more than a friend is. This is why she was your soul sister. The complete opposite of you maybe but she cared for you like no one else did and for that you were always grateful. She was family.

“I’m sure he will be. He’s going on a date with me afterall,” your less than humble wink has her scoffing and you just blow her another kiss – to which she gags at – and say your goodbye.

“Don’t wait up!”

“Pipe down you slut. It’s only a coffee date.”

You wanted to arrive fashionably late but guess that was reserved for Seokjin too. Glancing at your watch doesn’t make the time go any faster but you try to stay occupied nonetheless. Which isn’t hard when Jimin keeps sending you cringey texts as well as shirtless selfies which you absolutely do not gawk at.

“Hey there pretty girl.” Seokjin’s airy voice fills your ears like water traveling through a dry river after a long drought. Dramatic? Absolutely. But you rarely felt like doing anything less when Jin exuded charm and his good looks brought out all the cheesy romantic movie plots in front of your eyes. Sure your heart didn’t skip a beat or felt anything other than the normal feelings you got when you had a crush. Didn’t mean you couldn’t fall in love later though! That was more realistic anyway.

“H-Hi! You look great.” You’re blurting out your words and you know that because Jin is already smiling his polite smile you’ve seen him wear almost all the time. However, instead of sitting down in front of you; you watch him with a puzzled look when he walks around and takes a seat right next to you. When he does; his whole body faces you and this is probably the closes he’s ever sat with you since… ever really. He must have noticed your reaction too because he’s laughing his pretty laugh when you just continue to stare at him.

“Thanks,” Tilting his head, he takes in your attire and suddenly you feel too overdressed when he’s shown up in some nice jeans and a fluffy sweatshirt. “You look…. Serious.”

About becoming your wife? Yeah. But you don’t say that of course. It only takes you a couple of seconds to get yourself together and turn on your charm switch because you did not want to blow this for yourself. Flipping back your hair as you throw your head back with a laugh – nailed it.

“I had a meeting.” You lie. But it sure gets Seokjin’s attention as he rakes his eyes up and down your form while he nonchalantly places his hand on the back of your chair as he turns himself completely towards you in his own seat. “For my thesis.”

“Ah,” he seems distracted but you’re not worried because he’s biting his bottom lip as he watches you speak. Damnit, why doesn’t getting his undivided attention – finally– feel better than it actually did?

“Sorry about this though.” You conjure the cutest pout you can and seeing Jin’s smile widen makes you high five yourself internally because he’s buying what you’re selling.

“No, no. You look…. Amazing.” He’s nodding as he says it and you just smile at him.

“Do you want to order now?”

“Yeah! I’ll take a chocolate brownie with a frappe please.” He’s chuckling at your excited response before he’s off to the register to order. Should you have paid? No right? He didn’t even ask you about it so it must be okay. As long as you weren’t coming off as rude.

“Coming right up.” He only stays for a few more seconds, looking at you with a look you haven’t seen from him before and then gets up to order. As soon as he’s gone you can let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding in. Taking out the compact from your little crossbody bag you make sure your makeup hasn’t dried up on your face – thanks to the aircon in this place sucking out all the moisture from your face – and then quickly put it back once you’re satisfied.

“Ugh, what does he want.” Your phone is vibrating continuously as texts from Jimin continue to bombard your phone and you know he’s doing it on purpose to ruin your date! It’s nothing even important except random memes about bad dates.

“You look like you want to murder your phone.” Your gaze is jerked back up to Seokjin’s amused one as he returns and this time takes a seat across you.

“Ah more like someone.” The words are tumbling out before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah? Who’s bothering you?” He leans in further, furrowing his eyebrows to no doubt show you he’s capable of being threatening. Though it’s hard to find a face as handsome as his own threatening to be honest. “Do I need to teach someone a lesson?”

And you just laugh The laugh you have practiced and you must say – you’re killing it. “I think you do that enough on the field. It’s just Jimin.”

At the mention of the younger boy’s name Seokjin’s nodding as his eyebrows shoot up again – very much still looking amused. But this time there is another twinkle in his eyes that tells you he is not looking at you as a friend but there isn’t much ‘just-friends’ about the way he has been shamelessly checking you out since he’d arrived.

“You guys seem close.” He doesn’t stop looking at you inquisitively even when the waitress brings your drinks to the table. “I thought you two weren’t… involved.”

That’s the word he finally seems to settle with after very obviously trying to think of a better one to describe your relationship with that weasel – who very much seems to be the topic of your conversations lately. How does he manage to slip in to almost every aspect of your life these days? Ugh.

“No!” You’re almost shouting it out which takes Jin by surprise but he only seems relieved and that just excites you more. All these questions must mean something right? Was this finally the time he was going to ask you out? Oh sweet heav- right. You need to finish your side before he gets weirded out and runs. “No, nothing like that. He’s just… annoying.”

“Is he?” Seokjin is smiling at his own chai latte when he notices the look of disgust on your face. “Seemed pretty close to me at the party.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your lips almost immediately. Finally – something that weasel Jimin said actually paid off.

“You were watching me were you?” Seokjin’s melodious laughter fills your ear once again and gosh – you could get used to that sound. Even his laugh sounded graceful. So not fair.

“Y/n, every guy at that party was watching you beat Hyolin. Which was pretty cool by the way. I’ve never seen you so aggressive before!” He’s laughing in amazement while all you can think mentally – slightly feeling guilty for putting on this sweet girl façade – oh you have no idea.

But you can’t help it either when you’re ticking the strands of loose hair behind your ear, shrugging insouciantly to make sure Seokjin could see of how little importance it was to you that other men were noticing you. Or the fact that Jimin suggested the chicken fight in first place but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess I’m competitive.” Your grin is mirrored right back when Jin is shaking his head while he chuckles at you.

“You and me both.”

“Really?” He didn’t seem like it at all. Everything just seemed to work out for him – or so it seemed you guess.

“Yeah. In some aspects.” His smile tells you it’s not something common or entirely innocent because his smug grin while he wraps his plump lips around the straw. It’s honestly such an entirely new concept of Jin being this… forward. You’ve never seen him act like this before with you. This must be how he flirts and you can’t believe that you’re on the receiving end of it.

“Oh.” There isn’t anything else that comes to mind so you just settle with staring at him quizzically instead. Trying to figure him out even though you thought you had.

“Don’t look so surprised. I’ve just never shared that info with you before.” He’s patting your hand playfully and leaves it there to linger on your skin. His hands are unbelievably soft and it’s a nice feeling. His hands are soft and warm. And big – wow.

“Like them?”

“Uh.” You stutter – blushing when you realise you’ve been caught being a weirdo again. Damn it. “Yes? Yes. They’re pretty.” You outwardly cringe at your choice of words. This was going downhill fast but thankfully Seokjin doesn’t mind but only chuckles at your response again but doesn’t move his hand instead – only moves it further up your arm. The atmosphere is taking a turn as the café gets quieter with only a few other people sitting on the couches further up at the front.

“Well, thank you.” He tilts his head up and slightly to the side as he continues to stare at you with his intense eyes. Very much like how Jimin looked at you in the pool but the difference was that you were very much hypnotised while you stared back. With Jin – not so much but they were still nice to look at. You mentally reprimand yourself for thinking about Jimin while literally being in front of the man you’d been pining for, for years. “I’m very good with them too.”

Your breath is hitching at his forwardness because wow – this was a complete new Jin you were getting to know. He’s biting his lip and just for a few more seconds does he continue to hold your gaze so intensely like you’d asked him a riddle he was desperate to find the answer to. He’s snapping out of his sensual alter-ego you suppose – when he smiles brightly at you effectively snapping you out of whatever hold he had on you.

“So, you hungry?”

Hours have passed since you’d met up with Jin and honestly – he was everything you’d imagined him to be. Apart from his very overtly sexual flirting at the start, he’d just stuck to being his regular flirting self. Which was also new to you but oh-so-fun. While your responses had been calculated – sure – to keep up with the image you knew Seokjin would like the most; it was quite a fun time. You were genuinely enjoying yourself. In fact – more than you had anticipated. Maybe this will be easier than you thought. You could see yourself and Seokjin down the line and the idea didn’t make you sick to your stomach like you’d secretly thought would happen if you didn’t actually end up liking his personality when you got to be this close. But so far, so good.

He’d taken you to another restaurant that was definitely out of your budget – not that he made you pay for it or anything. Which was nice. It was pretty amazing actually. The food was maybe a bit too posh for you but you ate it anyway. Don’t knock it before you try it right? Well you could safely say you hated seafood. With a passion. How you didn’t gag when Seokjin insisted on handfeeding you the mussel is beyond you. But it’s not like you’re both going to like the same things right? It was good to be different from each other. So, so different. Wow. Seokjin was reallydifferent from you. He loved sports, seafood, playing instruments and golfing. And was an avid stamp collector. Most of all – you realised how boring it all sounded. Sure maybe sports wasn’t that boring of a hobby – you personally despised any form of physical activity – but you knew he was a great basketball player. At least you got to see his washboard stomach when he was sweating during games.

But whatever. You still had a good time. It was almost 9pm when you’d both finished your dinner and he’d walked you back to your dorm. His request had surprised you because you’d just expected that both of you would leave separately but apparently not. Currently, you’d just stopped in front of your building as Seokjin came to stand in front of you.

“I had a great day, oppa!” Your million watt smile is as cute as you can get and Jin seems to like it because before you know it – he’s taking a step closer and you have to fight your feet to stay put on the ground and not take a step back – on instinct.

“I did too.” Jin is reaching out his hand to tuck your hair behind your ears – something he’d done quite a lot today and you’d mentally fist pumped for leaving your hair out. You both seem to notice the shift in the air once more because no one says anything for the next minute. You have to look up slightly as Jin’s tall frame looms over you. You don’t notice that he’s been closing the distance between you both until he’s only a breath away. And before you know it – his soft plump lips are covering your own.

You’d imagined this moment so many times you’ve lost count. How the fireworks would instantly explode when your lips would touch while the butterflies would do their dance. The memory would be so unforgettable that it would be ingrained in your brain forever. However – annoyingly but not surprisingly – none of that happens. Sure the kiss is good and Jin’s lips are soft like pillows. There isn’t too much tongue to make it sloppy but not so chaste that everything feels a bit dry – just right. Perfect really if you were to judge the technique. Though there is no indication for you and your feelings that they’d be changing anytime soon.

You push the slight panic down when the reality wants to knock on your door in the middle of a kiss with your dream guy!

Seokjin’s hands had slipped around your face while he deepened the kiss and your hands automatically go to his waist – not knowing where else to put them. This was finally happening and yet you were way too aware of your surroundings than being lost in the kiss. Thankfully – Seokjin’s pulling away after a few minutes. His lips are looking more tempting than his kiss with how shiny and red they looked. But you realise that’s probably because they looked too much like another annoying boy’s in the darkness of the night and the shudder that goes through you is thankfully not too out of character given the circumstances and Jin is just smiling at you. Most likely thinking it’s because of him, thankfully.

He bites his lip while continuing to stare at yours – hands slipping down your arms. “Come to the party at my place tomorrow night?” Your eyes are bulging out of your head at the mention of visiting his house. Wait did he mean his frat?

“Your frat?”

“Well,” he smirks while his hands trace the lines in your palm, “not exactly. I meant my actual place. My parents are usually up at the lake house during this time of the year so it’ll be free.”

“I never knew that. Do you need my help to set up or anything?” He’s throwing his head back in response as a loud laugh escapes his pretty mouth.

“No sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’m having a party there.” You try not to gawk at him. It’s not? How come you never knew about these parties? You were practically invited to every party on campus. Though the knowledge that you’re finally going to his house is making you giddy. You were getting somewhere with him – finally. Everything was starting to work out.

“Okay. I’ll be there.” You just lean up to kiss his cheek in goodbye as he only grins in return.

A loud honk is interrupting you and both of you are jerking towards the sound as a Mercedes pulls up on the side of the road. Jimin’s annoying face is peering out along with Taehyung who’s on the passenger side. A low whistle sounds from the car while Jimin is annoyingly looking all too smugly at you. Automatically making your blood boil.

“Well hello there love birds.” You’d been too busy being annoyed on as your default emotional reaction to Jimin showing up anywhere near a five mile radius from you to notice that Seokjin had actually moved to stand a step apart from you compared to him being almost hovering over you just seconds ago.

“Jimin. Tae, what are you guys doing here?” Seokjin’s tone is back to the even drawl it always was before the one you got to know today and it only mildly bothers you that he’s acting like you both just met up on the sidewalk than returning from a date.

“Oh you know – just our usual rounds. I personally was looking for y/n.” He’s smiling sweetly at you while you’re trying not to roll your eyes and snort unattractively. Definitely ignoring the stupid butterflies that start dancing for the wrong boy because of his adorably dimply smile. Ugh.

“No he wasn’t.” Your response it almost instant and Jin is just watching you two slightly confused. You look at him with a reassuring grin and roll your eyes playfully to pass off Jimin’s comment as a joke.

“Actually we were. You left your bra at our frat last week girlie.” Taehyung obnoxiously loud voice is yelling out from besides Jimin and you just want earth to swallow you right up. Especially knowing how that must look in front of Jin.

To make matters worse – Taehyung is holding up said offending item up in plain sight for everyone to see and you can’t even be mad at that dumb blonde – literally, his hair was blonde now. He looked way too casual and no sign of a sleazy smirk was to be seen on his face. As if it were a pair of shoes or something equally uninteresting that you left at their place. Meanwhile – Jimin is looking very much like the sleaze you’d actually expected Taehyung to be. This was the first time you’re seeing Jimin after that night because while you’d just opted to forget about it all together, Jimin very much reminded you of it every day. To annoy you obviously. Why else?

Not like it was a big deal to him either. This was probably the norm for him since he had probably slept with several other women since then. You scoff internally but you should’ve probably been paying attention because Jimin is taking the undergarment from his friend before he’s flinging it out of the window towards you. You can tell he’s purposely flung it towards Seokjin more than you and you are just about ready to kill him.

“Thanks jerks!” Seokjin had caught it with ease and you’re finally looking towards him – very much expecting him to look disgusted but surprisingly – he’s anything but. In fact he seems to be holding in a smile as he hands you your bra.

“You’re welcome.” Jimin is winking at you before he’s driving off towards their frat down the road.

“I am so sorry. I had borrowed clothes after the party last week and must hav-”

“Hey, it’s alright.” Jin is shrugging indifferently – not looking displeased or disgusted at all. Which is good right? You sigh internally but something about his reaction feels… off. Though you push that feeling down once more and just smile at him apologetically.

“Really y/n. It’s fine. You don’t have to explain.” This time he doesn’t hold back his smirk and you can tell he’s not exactly thinking the purest thoughts and you want to dance!

Seokjin was finally coming around and you were just about ready to burst with joy. This was finally happening.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jin is leaning forwards to steal a kiss – making you giggle.

“Yes you will.”

“Wait seriously? Seokjin has parties at his own house?” Sana is just as surprised as you when you tell her about the invite. She’d nearly caught you with the bra in your hand when you’d come in but the bright smile on your face had distracted her enough for you to throw it in the hamper before she sees it.

“Yes! So weird right? I thought it was just the frat house.”

“Me too. But hey,” she sits up on the couch where she’d been laying while you got ready for the party, “Sounds like he’s actually really in to you.”

“I know,” The smile on your face is one that screams ‘I’ve won’ and Sana is more than relieved. You can tell by her face that her suspicions and worries about you trying to stay involved with Jin are eased ever so slightly because she doesn’t continuously nag at you this time. Just watches you get ready to go.

“You sure you don’t want to come? I’m sure he won’t mind.” She only just waves you off in response. Why was she so stubborn?

Wait. Is this how she felt when you ignored her? Damn you’re annoying.

“But he didn’t invite me. And he obviously doesn’t invite just anyone at these parties so I’m not about to crash.”

“You’re way too polite Sana.” Shaking your head and sighing wistfully isn’t strong enough a tactic to blackmail her in to abandoning her rule following nature.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. You’ll be with Jin anyway so I’ll be bored.” You’re about to just ignore her but a certain blonde haired, deep voiced frat boy is coming to mind and you can’t help but smirk.

“What? What are you smiling about?”

“Taehyung will be there.” Instantly – her cheeks are going redder than a tomato while she makes a show of trying to look interested in whatever is playing on the television.

“A-And?” She’s adorably pushing her glasses further up her face but only someone completely socially inept would miss the slight higher pitch of her voice. Boy, she definitely had a crush.

“Ugh. You’re such a prude. Fine stay home and watch your boring TV.”

“MasterChef Junior isn’t boring!” Your eyes go wide at the mention of the show and you momentarily stop curling your hair.

“Wait is that what’s on tonight?”

“Yup! And you’re missing out just because of a boy.” She’s sticking out her tongue like both of you are thirteen again. But damn. You deserved that. That show was fucking hilarious and she really was the winner here tonight.

“Damn it. Don’t spoil this episode for me. I’ll watch it when I get back tonight.” Hurriedly you’re making sure your sundress looks smooth and your hair is spread evenly around you in the curls you’d just put them in so graciously.

“If you come back.” She’s muttering under her breath but you’ve heard it anyway.

“I heard that you bitch.” Throwing a cushion at her only gets you another funny face. “I’m definitely coming back. Not about to sleep with him on the second date. Besides, Seokjin is too classy to ask me that anyway.”

Sana is only looking at you like you’ve said something ludicrous. “What?! It’s true.”

“Whatever you tell yourself. He’s still a guy you know? Be careful.” You only run up behind the sofa to hug her from the back while she protested in response as always.

“I will, mom! Thank you for being cool with this.” This time, her sigh is one which lacks any playfulness at all and you know that she is genuinely hoping for you to be safe and have a good time.

“You’re smart. You know what to do. Now let go of me you hug freak.”

“One day you’re going to get the most huggiest boyfriend ever Sana. Just wait!”

“Get out before I change my mind and come just to sabotage your date.”

Ah, you loved that hermit.

Once again, your plan of arriving fashionably late is kind of a bust. Because rather than having Seokjin greet you like you’d imagined; Jimin’s blonde hair is greeting you instead and for once you’re face to face with the heels you were wearing.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin’s snort is the first sound you hear and you instantly wanted to strangle and make out with him!

“Uh, hi to you too y/n. If you’ve forgotten, Seokjin is my teammate and I don’t know? Best fr-”

You just push past his drama queen self and barge in. Not going to lie to yourself but Jimin’s chest somehow seems even more firm than before. Aaaand that was a bad though to be thinking at the moment because suddenly it’s too hot in your otherwise breezy sundress.

“Yeah whatever. Where’s Jin?” Jimin doesn’t waste any time in making sure his expressions are exaggerated as possible because he knows it annoys you. Why was he so annoying?!

“You’re so rude.” He’s of course shaking his head animatedly while he walks besides you and it’s only now that you notice the red cup in his hand. Most likely a mixture of high-end hard liquors. The boy drank like a sailor. “Considering we’ve exchanged body fluids I thought you’d be nicer to me.”

“Jimin!” ugh why did he have to say that? “Fucking gross! Go away you’re making my drink taste bad.”

He’s staring at your empty hands before he gives you a ‘the fuck’ look. “You don’t even have a drink yet.”

“That should tell you how badly you’re affecting my vibes? Go away.”

“You’re lucky I find you so hot.” His smirk is out of character because he isn’t teasing you further. Only taking a drink from his cup while his eyes peer over it at you and you wish he would stop. Because you’re already running hot and that’s also because of him. Jimin’s hair is dishevelled like it always is from his constant attention to it. And damn you if it wasn’t soft. You’ve tried everything you could this past week to keep the thoughts of that night from the party – locked in a chest filled with all of your bad experiences. But it was hard when it was one of the best experiences of your life and the reminiscing memories kept thrashing out of the secure lock you had on said chest.

Speaking of chests; there was one that you really wanted to see again. Yes. You guessed it. Jimin’s.

Ugh. Why was he everywhere?!

“O-Or what?” You’ve just managed to reply – albeit it’s a mutter, really. But of course he had to take this as an invitation to come closer. You’re being backed in to a corner near the entrance and somehow you haven’t just stormed out of there already like you usually did. No. You’re way too enthralled by his twinkling eyes and a smouldering gaze. The smirk playing up on his lips is just as dangerous as the rest of his demeanour. All too different of a reaction you had with Seokjin and you were getting annoyed with your heart at this point.

“Or,” He’s placing his free hand above on the wall behind you while his drink clad hand is lazily lifted up to his plush lips – all the while his eyes stay firmly locked with your own – taking a drink. Taking his time reeling you in. “I would spank you right in the middle of this living room. Don’t care who walks in. Your bitchy mouth needs a gag in it too.”

Are you dying? Is this how having a heart attack feels like? Because you might be having one. Your breath is caught in your throat and your brain can’t seem to send your lungs the signal to deflate and let the air out. Instead your hands have set themselves beside you on the wall and all snide remarks have seemingly flown out the window. Why was he so fucking hot?

More importantly – why was always reaching feverish temperatures with so much so as a few naughty words that left this devil’s mouth?

“Shut.. Shut up! Just because we’ve fucked once doesn’t mean I’m dying to have your dirty dick.”

“You didn’t seem to think it was dirty when you were crying because of it.” His teasing chuckle is back and that’s just enough for your nerves to ease and push him back. Thankfully you had because just then Jin’s loud laughter is filling your ears when the door opens and you’re jerking forwards to put as much distance between the two of you.

“Y/n! Hey.”

“Hi oppa!” You’re making sure to smile extra sweetly as soon as you notice none other than miss jenny trailing behind him. Did he come to his own house with her? You can hear Jimin gag behind you at your sickly sweet tone and you mentally note to yourself to kick him in the balls later for being an ass to you.

But for now all you could focus on was Jin’s toned arms – obviously not as toned as Jimin – in the slightly fitted shirt he wore and of course; the prettiest smile you’d seen on any man. Wow. How was this possible? Not to forget the perfect Jenny that was standing right besides him.

“I’m glad you came.” His smile is polite and you wonder if you should hug him as a greeting. You mean – he did kiss you last night. Maybe he’ll be cool with it?

But seems like the decision is already made for you when he’s placing his hand politely behind Jenny’s back to bring her forward from where she stood fiddling with her phone.

“Y/n, I’m sure you know Jenny.”

“Yup. Hello.” You just wave politely once more but you could see that she was very comfortable with herself while she watched your tight smile obviously trying to be genuine. But what made you more mad was that she also obviously did not see you as competition at all. And that infuriated you. Her smug smile when Jin has swiftly moved on to talk to Jimin while his hand continuing to stay at her back is confusing you even more.

Did he not have any interest in you at all? He’d barely said two words to you while he’d been all but shoving his tongue down your throat last night.

“Well feel free to grab food and drinks from the kitchen. I just have to talk to Jenny about something.” He’s smiling his stupidly polite smile again as he looks at you and Jimin.

“Y/n.” Oh thank god. You were almost about to pass out from humiliation if he had left without even saying more than just two words to you. Jin is whispering the next words so only you can hear. “I’ll be back in a bit to get you. Just stay here and mingle.”

“Okay but-”

“Thanks.” He’s ruffling your perfectly curled hair before leading Jenny further in to the house. You don’t even know the layout of the mansion to even assume if they’re going to his bedroom or anything.

“You look disappointed.” Jimin’s cheeky chuckle is all but bringing all the insults to the tip of your tongue. At least you were comfortable in this environment. It was familiar. Making fun of Jimin that is.

“I’m talking to you. So obviously.”

“Ouch. You’re really pissed huh?”

“No.” Your defensive reply is all he needs to burst out laughing while he walks towards the kitchen. And because you feel stupid just standing in the entrance you follow him – grumbling under your breath. There are people everywhere but the place is at least not crawling with them. This seems to be a more of an inner circle and you assume these are all people Jin is personally friends with. Plus, they look like seniors.

“Uh-huh, sure. If it makes you feel better – you’re way hotter than Jenny. In my opinion.” He’s looking at you like he’s consoling you or something.

“And who asked for your opinion?” You push away his arm, rolling your eyes at him. But you can’t deny the stupid butterflies that thrive at his stupid compliments!

“Admit it babe, you’re jealous of Jenny.” You snort at his matter of fact tone. Sure you were. Just a little but he didn’t know that for sure.

“Yeah right. She’s not the one he was making out with last night.” It’s nice to see Jimin with the sullen expression for once.

“Yeah well.” Jimin is clearing is throat after a few minutes of silence and you know you’ve won. He’s speechless for once. Instead, you just grab a drink for yourself and mouth ‘cheers’ his way with the victory smile on his face.

You’re just about to head outside before Jimin speaks again.

“Just be care y/n.” And this time, you’re the one who can’t think of what to say to that. Why was he so serious all of a sudden?

“What do you mean?” You can tell he’s instantly regretting what he’s said because he’s cursing under his breath as he turns away before looking at you again.

“What Jimin? Why are you being weird, weirdo?” He doesn’t say anything for another few minutes until you’re whacking his chest to snap him out of it.

“Ow! Fine! Stop giving me boo boos.” His pout if adorable sure but you just deadpan him until he’s rolling his eyes and finally elaborating. “Remember the cookies you brought?”

Your eyebrows are furrowing in confusion before you remember that you indeed took cookies over last week for Seokjin. “Yeah? What about them?” You gasp in horror.

“Did you eat them?!”

“Calm down witch. I wish I did. Ow! What now?” He’s rubbing over the area you’ve whacked him again – on the arm instead – to make him focus.

“Get to it already you rat.”

“Well if you must know,” he takes in a deep breath while keeping eye contact with you, “He threw them in the bin. That’s why I took you outside.”

“Okay yeah whatever.” This was bonkers. Why would you believe him? You’re about to turn around and try and find Jin before Jimin’s solid – and warm – grip on your shoulder is holding you back.

“I’m serious y/n. Didn’t you notice how quickly they were gone?” Well, yeah.

“I just assumed Tae ate some of them. He has a freakishly big mouth. Figuratively and literally too.” His eyes go wide as he nods.

“Agreed sister,” you give him a look at that but he just ignores you and continues, “But Seokjin really did throw them in the trash. I just took you outside before you noticed.”

Okay… you’re not sure how to feel about this. Pissed? Yeah you were. But why weren’t you feeling hurt as much as Jimin expected you to be? He was looking at you like you were going to break any second. But the truth of the matter was that you were just… pissed. Not hurt at all strangely. He did waste a perfectly good batch of cookies if what Jimin was saying was true. But whatever. He could be playing with you for all you knew. Besides they were just cookies. Not made of gold.

“So what?” You shrug it off, hoping to be casual about it and not show the irritation you were actually feeling if this was true.

“You’re not mad?”

“Nope.” A little. A lot if it was true. But Seokjin wasn’t like that so it was most likely not true.

“Really? That’s not fair!” And he’s pouting again. “You’re about ready to murder me all the time and he gets a free pass?”

He’s having to yell at you because you’re just walking away to find Jin.

“Go be drunk or something Jimin. I gotta go!”

Damn this house was big. You expected it to be but not this big. It’s been at least fifteen minutes and you’re still roaming the house. The music is everywhere no matter where you go and you assume that the house has an inbuilt sound system. Every room looked like something right out of a home décor magazine.

Finally after a bit of wandering – you come across a hallway upstairs that you haven’t seen before. But this must be out of bounds though, right? It’s dimly lit and you can guess there must be where the bedrooms are and despite the itching in your feet to just see what’s the décor like in those rooms – even you’re not that much of a creep. Maybe just a little.

And just when you’re about to head downstairs you can hear two voices coming out of one of the rooms. Whoever it is must be coming out of the room now and you’re panicking. You needed to flee before you were caught being somewhere you probably weren’t supposed to. And you would have gone downstairs – really – if it wasn’t your brain recognizing the two voices to be distinctively sounding like Seokjin and, was it Jenny?

You’re tiptoeing down the stairs as quietly as you can before standing right beside them so it doesn’t seem anything more than you just leaning against the wall. The voices are hushed but they are coming closer to the railing of the stairs so you know they’re about to come downstairs. Why was Seokjin up there all alone with a girl of all people? And the girl being definitely not you? You mean, you weren’t reading too much in to it. You don’t think. He did invite you to his party like he really wanted to spend more time with you.

“Don’t worry,” Jenny’s giggle is breaking your train of thought and you’re paying more attention now to hear what the hushed voices are saying. “I’ll be there.”

Your blood is starting to boil with every sultry word that she whispers like a vixen! Okay you needed to calm yourself.

“You better be. My mother is on cloud nine knowing you’ll be there.” His mom? Were they family friends? Your heart is dropping slightly but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Don’t worry oppa.” She’s almost purring her words and you can tell they haven’t begun their descend down the stairs yet. “I’m excited to finally meet her too.”

“Okay good. Wear the dress I got you.” This definitely didn’t sound as innocent as you were hoping it to be. And you can’t even be mad or call this cheating because you weren’t exactly dating him. But you also didn’t just kiss random boys – not counting the ones you accidentally kissed after one too many drinks. So at least it meant something to you.

“Spying on hyung at his own house huh?” The familiar teasing voice is filling your ears just when you can hear the two upstairs about to come down. Automatically, you’re turning around fast to put your mouth over Jimin’s loud as fuck voice because you didn’t trust him to not expose you in front of Seokjin.

“Would you lower your voice you rat!” Your hand is around his warm mouth and have to make yourself fight the feeling of Jimin’s wet tongue licking a stripe up your palm from the inside.

“So you admit you’re spying on him.” His voice is muffled and you cannot take him seriously when his eyes are turning in crescent moons because of his huge goofy ass grin. Ugh why was he adorable and infuriating all at once?

“I’m going to leave now.” Jenny’s voice is ringing in your ears once more and now you can clearly hear her heels coming down the stairs. And soon enough you’re pushing Jimin away just in time for the two figures to come in to your view. Unfortunately, they don’t notice you standing there at all because Jin is pulling Jenny close while her melodious little giggle makes you want to gag.

“Stay awhile,” Jin’s whinging like he’s her boyfriend who just wants to spend time with her a little longer and you think you’re going to be sick. “Please?” He’s tilting his head to the side while he looks deeply in to her big eyes. Exactly like he looked at you many times the day before.

You don’t realise you’ve just been staring at them interact – they obviously can’t see you but you can see half of their bodies from where you stood.

“Can you stop roughing me up. Jeez.” Jimin’s loud mouth is once again ruining things for you because Seokjin is pulling away from Jenny to walk all the way down the stairs.

“Jimin? Is that you?” However, Jin’s eyes are going wide when he notices you standing there too but he looks like he’s in no hurry to give an explanation to you. Not that you ask him for one but you’re sure your face looks a little bit betrayed. Because you felt it. How was he this friendly and flirty with Jenny when he’d literally been playing tug of war with your tongue just the night before? You thought Seokjin wasn’t like that?

“Oh,” He looks between you and Jimin – who looks like he wants to bolt out of there as he reads the vibe between you and Jin. Jenny seems unruffled and looks like she hasn’t a clue and you can guess she probably either doesn’t know about you and Jin or just doesn’t care.

Both very likely but finding out how much of a sleazy bastard Seokjin is turning out to be – anything was possible.

“How long… have you been standing here?” He doesn’t even address you specifically and you know that he wouldn’t give a shit if it was just Jimin standing here. But for some reason he does not want to address you in front of Jenny.

“Long enough.” You deadpan and Seokjin at least has the audacity to look sheepish while Jenny just waits for you to continue. But when you just continue to stare Seokjin down, she’s huffing and puffing before saying goodbye.

“Well, you guys have fun and chat,” again, only looking at Jimin, “I’ll be off. Bye sweetie.” She’s kissing Seokjin on the cheek before she leaves and you almost miss Jimin mouthing ‘oh shit’ when she finally goes.

It’s at least a minute or two after Jenny has left that Seokjin is finally saying something but you’re so furious that he played you like a fiddle that you don’t let him speak much. The whole scenario said enough and you weren’t that much of an oblivious idiot to believe whatever bullshit he was about to feed you.

“She’s just a friend.” He doesn’t even look particularly apologetic and you think you’ll be sick all over the nice shiny tiles of his home. He wastes so much of your time and doesn’t even look like he’s going to bother with the truth? Seokjin was more of an ass than you thought.

“Have fun with your ‘friend’ at dinner with your mother.” That’s enough for you to convey your anger because you probably growled that one out. You don’t know, everything was kind of blurring together when you were this angry. But thankfully, once again, Jimin’s helping you out at a party because he’s close enough for you to grab his hand and lead him and yourself away from Jin.

You just needed to get away before you squared up with Seokjin and you weren’t sure if he was above getting you thrown out of his party by his security.

“Uh where are we going?” Jimin’s confused and slightly nervous voice is asking you though he doesn’t stop you from dragging him through the endless crowds and out towards the backyard.

“Are you.. are you going to kill me?” His meek voice almost sounds too serious and amidst the rage that’s clouding your every judgement – you can’t help but laugh. Damn it. Not even a full five minutes alone with this rat and you’re already laughing.

Okay, maybe he was better than a rat. A mouse. Whatever.

“No I’m not. Though I’m angry enough to kill, for sure.”

“Hopefully not a human though, right?” you’ve finally come to a stop in the middle of Seokjin’s garden that had a freaking fountain in it. You sit beside it and stare at the water flowing from the little man-made waterfall.

“No,” pouting your lips you try to calm yourself down by running your hands through the cool water. “That’s illegal.”

When you look back at Jimin who’s just standing there watching you play with the water with his eyebrows furrowed, you shrug your shoulders in question.

“And morally wrong?” You shrug once more.

“Yeah that too I guess.” He’s laughing at your nonchalant response before he takes a seat beside you and dips his fingers in the water too. You’re not sure why you dragged him outside with you but it just seemed easier that way, you suppose.

A couple minutes pass and you still don’t say anything. Just remembering how much time you wasted on pining after Seokjin and that wasn’t even the real him. He always seemed so chivalrous and kind and gentle and just so… perfect. How did you get fooled? Just the thought of the missed opportunities at finding something real because your stupid idealistic self was going after the supposed ‘right’ guy makes you want to slap Seokjin and then yourself!

“You okay there?” Jimin’s voice is soft and you’re shaking your head in response. No point in hiding your obvious disappointment.

“I’m mad at me.” And you were. For once. “You don’t have to stay. I don’t know why I dragged you here.”

“I want to.” Jimin’s voice is soft and there isn’t even a hint of pity which makes you thankful to him. You’d just feel more embarrassed if he was staying with you out of pity. Not that you cared.

Ugh.

You did. It’s time to stop lying to yourself. You’d done that for years and look where it got you.

“Is something wrong with me?” You want to take back the words as soon as they leave your mouth. You would never ask these type of questions if you were so angry with yourself right now.

“Not at all.” Surprisingly – Jimin’s voice lacks any sort of playful or teasing tone and he sounds perfectly serious. Like he’s telling you facts and not just his own opinion. “Seokjin hyung is just a master at hiding his… adventures I guess.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his response but thankfully Jimin elaborates. “He’s just like me, Y/n.”

The unspoken ‘duh’ has you hanging your head in shame once again – feeling like a complete and utter idiot. Though Jimin is moving closer to you and soon you can feel cool hand touch your back as he rubs it over the span of it in soothing glides.

“I’m such an idiot.” The groans keep coming while you flick the water almost violently away from you. The anger seems to be a non-stop stream that’s flowing through you much like the fountain you had your hand in. But as soon as Jimin’s hand is moving towards your nape from the back – you’re relaxing almost instantly.

“You’re anything but an idiot Y/N. Seokjin is just an expert at hiding his man-whoring ways.” He shrugs when you look at him in question.

“He sleeps with exactly the same amount of people I sleep with. If not more. He really isn’t that different from me babe.” His eyes are apologetic but it still doesn’t feel like he’s pitying you or trying to make you feel better. Somehow, whatever Jimin says just doesn’t make you feel queasy or like he’s lying. Somehow you can just tell that he’s telling you the truth. Why wouldn’t he? Not like he liked you or anything. He only wants to get in your pants. Just like Seokjin. Ugh.

“How did I not see that before. He just seemed so… perfect!” Your hands are going up to cup your face in frustration at yourself.

“Because he’s a mastered the art of doing all sorts of shit and keeping it under wraps. His whole family is under scrutiny all the time and if he fucks up – he gets the boot. So don’t blame yourself for buying in to his ‘perfect’ act. He’s such as much of a player then me.”

“Yeah but,” you can’t help but sigh as you come to the realisation, “at least you don’t lie about it. You’re annoying as hell and sleep with anything that moves, sure. But at least I know that’s the real you. No surprises.” You shrug once more and you don’t even have to look his way to know he’s probably gasping like you’ve stabbed him or something.

But you want to smack his pretty face when he finally opens his mouth. “You seemed pretty surprised when you saw my dick though.”

And of course he’d ruin the moment. He’s clutching his arm when you smack him but at least he’s laughing this time. “What was that for?!”

“For being so gross.” Jimin is flicking some water at you from the fountain and you can’t help but giggle when the cool droplets hit you in the face.

“Stop!” When he doesn’t, you just opt for splashing him even harder and somehow – you’re both soaking each other as the little splashing escalates. You’re running around the fountain uncontrollably giggling as Jimin chases you while most of your sundress is soaked from the top.

“Can’t catch me!” But of course he would start to close the distance between you both just then. You squeal when he almost catches you but a big splash on his face has him jerking back to wipe his face.

“Stop!” Now he’s the one yelling at you while you continue to throw water in his direction – having the most fun since you’d arrived.

“Make me.” Your chuckle is playful and you just can’t stop laughing at his facial expressions that are over the top as always. When you’re finally calming down, you can see the way his shirt is clinging to his hard pecs as he pushes back the wet hair by running his hands through it. Suddenly, all laughter is dying in your throat and you can’t help the butterflies that are waking up as the atmosphere takes a turn.

Jimin has caught you staring at him shamelessly and his shit eating smirk is taking its place back on to his handsome face.

“Like what you see?” You try to play it off but he’s not having any of it while he stalks towards you.

“N-No. I’ve seen better.” If only you could keep your mouth shut but of course – disagreeing with Jimin almost came naturally. You don’t realise you’re walking backwards until your back hits a brick wall opposite the water fountain while Jimin continues to walk towards you.

“Always have something to say, don’t you?” He’s clicking his tongue pointedly while he shakes his head but his eyes never leave your own. You’re breathing hard like you’ve runa marathon and it seems to only get worse the closer he gets. When his hands are resting besides your head, trapping you between his body – your chest is moving up and down rapidly like you can’t seem to breathe in enough air to sustain yourself.

Jimin’s eyes are hungry and very much like the way they were last week. He rakes them up and down your body and you can almost feel it. His gaze is searing and you’re almost buzzing because of how electrifying the air is. Is this how a true crush felt? Because you hadn’t felt any of this with Seokjin while everything was intensified tenfold with Jimin.

“You know how much I’ve thought about you since last week? You have any idea?”

You can’t move let alone speak so you just shake your head while watching his plump lips move. Jimin takes his bottom lip between his teeth as one of his hands slides down the wall and dives straight between your legs to cup your pussy over your underwear making you gasp. He’s being so bold and to the point and it’s just making you wetter.

“I haven’t been able to fuck a single girl after having a taste of this sweet cunt, y/n.” He’s growling out his words while his palm is digging in your clit making your back arch in to his chest, moaning his name.

“J-Jimin.”

“Yeah babe? Want me to stop?” His laugh is like stars twinkling when you shake your head even before he’s finished his sentence. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Did you get this wet for hyung, huh? Does he make your pussy as wet as I do?”

If you weren’t so turned on you would make fun of him and possibly yell at him for bringing up Jin but you’re so far gone that you can’t be bothered to beat around the bush. It’s hard to speak though when he’s grinding his palm on the length of your pussy so earnestly.

“I never- ah!- slept w-with him.” Jimin is cursing under his breath as he watches you tremble beneath his touch. You glance down to where his arm disappears under your sundress and the prominent bulge in his pants that’s just beneath it. His veiny arm between your legs is one of the hottest sights ever and you could most likely cum faster if you just kept watching the visuals.

“Good. Because he was never good enough for you baby. No one is.” But you are.

The words are at the tip of your tongue since being near an orgasm kind of makes you loose lipped but somehow – your stubborn brain is making you hold all these sentimental feelings inside. He looks almost pained for a few seconds when he says it but his almost enraged expression is returning when you’re palming over his erection through his pants. Though your hands are almost instantly ripped away from him while he hisses at you.

“Keep your slutty hands to yourself, y/n. You can touch me when I give you the permission to.” He’s words are spoken in an even, stone cold voice that’ sending a shiver down your spine. You’re moans are getting louder and louder as you feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“That’s it baby,” he coos as his palm continues rolling against your ruined underwear that sticks to your core now, “cum nice and hard for me. Roll your hips.”

“J-Jimin! I’m gunna cum oh god.” Your nails are probably imprinting themselves on the skin of his biceps but you couldn’t careless when he looks like he might eat you alive. And you would let him.

Your stuttering continues as he brings down his other hand to palm at your breasts. When he pinches your nipple at the same time his palm is grinding particularly hard on your bundle of nerves – you cum with a shout.

“There you go babe. Soak my fucking hand. Fuck you’re dripping.” You’re still breathing hard but you can feel the fluid sliding down your thighs since your underwear was too soaked to soak up anymore moisture. Your cheeks are probably more flushed than Jimin’s and lips just as bitten red as his. But after the lusty haze has settled from your vision – it’s almost like you can’t bear to be away from his blood red lips anymore. So finally – you push forward and make the first move of the night and take Jimin’s lip hostage in a kiss. A sloppy, hurried and noisy kiss – sure. But it’s the best you’ve ever felt while kissing someone. And everything that you had envisioned happening with Seokjin – but had known wouldn’t happen to some extent – was taking place with Jimin.

Jimin who infuriated you, made fun of you, fought with you, annoyed the hell out of you. But was the only one who you didn’t have to be someone you were not to make sure he’d like you. Because he already did.

And maybe being smitten with Seokjin wasn’t so bad after all because if it hadn’t been for that – Jimin had probably never helped you and you’d never slept with him and got to know him the way you knew him now. Maybe you didn’t waste your time after all. You’ve lost track of time and how long you had been kissing Jimin. But of course – breathing is also a thing so you finally pull away while his lips trail wet kisses down the column of your throat.

“What’re you smiling about weirdo? Oh wait – is it the best orgasm you’ve ever had? Knew it.” He’s smiling smugly and you want to smack him across the head but you’re too content in this moment to hit him. Even if he would probably enjoyed it. Masochistic idiot.

“No you hoe. I’m just… happy.” His eyes are going wide momentarily.

“That’s good. We don’t have to do anything by the way.” His gaze is turning sheepish again as well as almost… disappointed.

But you want to ease his worries because you can finally see what’s been in front of you all along. So you cup his face and finally decide to be out with it. “I want to.”

His big eyes are most certainly surprised while your hands hold his supple face in between them. “I think… I’d much rather be with a demon like you than waste my time on someone who will never really notice the actual me.”

You can tell that Jimin hadn’t been expecting you to say that and you’re almost about to take everything back thinking that you’ve read the signals wrong and he isn’t actually in to you. But thankfully, Jimin is breaking out in the prettiest grin you’ve ever seen and you want to kiss his stupidly attractive mouth once again.

“I… I want to be with a demon like you too.” His smile is smug yet kind and loving at the same time. “Also, of course you would use the word ‘demon’ – effectively insulting me by the way – while processing your undying love for me.”

You’re shoving his chest as you snort at his reply. “As if! If anything I more so have feelings for your dick than you.” Of course you don’t fully mean that… maybe.

But he doesn’t seem to mind while he wags his eyebrows up and down like the fuck boy he is. Your fuck boy. “My magic stick is attached to me so therefore – you love me. I win.”

You can only watch him with a smile you can’t control while he holds you close to him. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that just because you just gave the second best orgasm of my life.”

Almost instantly – Jimin’s face is becoming so serious you’d think someone called him short. “When was the first best? Wait don’t tell me. No wait- tell me. Wait do-”

“Oh my god shut up you nut. It was you! Last week.” And he’s back to smiling like an idiot.

“Jimin! Where are we going.” He’s taking you through the crowd of people – upstairs to where Seokjin had been before. The naughty smile on his face as he pulls you in one of the rooms tells you all and you’re about to beat his ass.

“We can’t do that in here! Are you crazy?” When you look around the room you realise – it’s Seokjin’s bedroom.

“Can’t think of a better revenge babe. Let’s fuck on his sheets.” He’s nuzzling his face in your neck and if it wasn’t for his devilish tongue – you’d be making rash decisions right now.

“J-Jimin. W-What if people hear?” This doesn’t deter him though. In fact – he’s only just escalating things further as he holds you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist while he pushes up your sundress.

“Let them,” he growls while slipping your panties to the side, “Let them hear how good I fuck you baby.”

With a harsh push – he’s all the way in while the remaining few inches is sucked in my your convulsing pussy as it stretches to accommodate his girthy length. Fuck – Jimin had the perfect dick. It was even pretty!

“Jimin!” You know you’re being loud. You were always loud during sex. Which was one of the reasons this was especially bad but Jimin thought otherwise.

“Yeah baby. Scream my name so everyone knows how good I’m making you feel.” Your head has started to thump against the door that he’s pushed your body to. Slowly – it’s not just your head anymore but your whole body. Thumping to the rhythmic pulling and pushing of his impossibly hard cock inside you. The sweat is running down the sides of his temple while his back is being scratched up by your fingernails as you hold on for dear life.

His balls smack against your ass obscenely and you can’t help the gush of arousal that trickles out of you at the animalistic way Jimin looks at you. His teeth are clenched and he resembles a wolf almost as his intense eyes never waiver from your face that’s covered with tears. They run down your cheeks steadily because it just feels so fucking good.

Every single time he bottoms out it stings just enough to make everything a hundred times better. “I want to fuck you every day y/n. I can’t imagine living without this cunt. I can’t imagine living – Fuck! W-Without you.”

His own profession couldn’t have come at a worse time because you can barely take in a breath let alone respond properly. But his seemingly loving words hit your heart and pussy equally as your heartbeat speeds up and pussy squeezes around his pounding cock.

It’s like he’s not just physically fucking your pussy wide open but as well as your heart the walls around it. It’s the weirdest analogy you’ve ever thought of – in the middle of sex no less – but it comes naturally with Jimin.

And when he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth after pulling the top of your sundress beneath our breasts – you know it’s your end game.

“F-Fuck. Jimin I think I’m going to c-cum again.” Neither of you really care about the noise anymore. There was no point since the slamming of your body against the door as well as the continuous pornographic moans that left the both of you probably said it all. And when you’re finally cumming around Jimin’s pistoning cock – you’re full on sobbing from all the intense feelings. You’ve never felt anything like this before and you’d had sex before.

Maybe it was because of the newfound feelings you had for Jimin after so long of feeling… nothing. Whatever it was – it made everything ten times better and you never wanted it to stop.

“Baby I’m g-gunna cum. W-Where d-do you-”

“My face.” The look on Jimin’s face as you stare right in to his eyes with determination that even surprises you – is probably going to be a favourite of yours. He doesn’t ask any more questions and instead letting down your trembling body that feels like jello. You’re falling to the ground almost instantly and waste no time in taking his blood filled head that looks almost painfully swollen – in your mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that. Oh god, y/n.” He’s whining. Park Jimin is actually whining and you don’t want him to stop. His hands are threading in your hair as you bob your head up and down while massaging the length that hasn’t pushed in – blame your gag reflex. It doesn’t take long for him to grab your hair tight enough to sting a little as he fucks your mouth to his own release. As soon as you feel the first dribble of the saltiness on your tongue – you’re pulling away from him just in time for the spurts of his semen to spray all over your face. Almost going in your eyes – damn.

Jimin is breathing hard for a solid few minutes – face looking fucked out while a sated smile slowly appears. He’s falling on the bed after he pulls you up and on top of his chest – face dripping with cum and all.

“You almost hit my eye you nut.” Jimin is laughing uncontrollably when you’re trying to be mad at him and it’s making you even more mad!

“What? What’s so funny.”

“I’m a nut who just nutted on your face.” He’s not even finished with his sentence before he’s breaking out in fits of loud laughter again while you just smack him across the chest. But you can’t help but laugh a little. Your choice was words kind of dug your own grave so you let it slide.

“So… can I call you my girlfriend now?” He’s turning you to face him as he wipes his cup off your face and then slips his soaked fingers in your mouth as you moan.

“Y-Yeah.” His eyes have become hazy again and you’re both just about to kiss again until the door bangs loudly.

“JIMIN DON’T DO IT. YOU LOVE Y/N! BRO DON’T FUCK WHOEVER YOU’RE DOING. HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

“Oh boy.” You can’t even breathe from how hard you’re laughing at Taehyung’s screams from outside the door while Jimin is getting up to pull on his jeans. “let me uh,” he’s scratching the back of his head as he gestures towards the door.

“Uh huh.” Taehyung continues to slam his fists against the door while Jimin finally cracks open the door to yell at him. “Shut the fuck up you asscrack! I’m with y/n.”

“Oh. Way to go budd-” And Jimin has shut the door in his face.

“Sorry about that.” You just take his lips in a kiss as the smile stays on your lips at Taehyung’s words.

“He’s sweet.” Maybe he wasn’t so bad for Sana after all.

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fangirlfiction · 6 years

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Kisses, Lies, Apologies

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Angst, sadness, injuries, deaths, probably some mild cursing

Prompt: Kiss me five times, lie to me seven, apologize five more.

Summary: 5 kisses, 7 lies, and 5 apologies. Each more significant than the last.

A/N: This is my second submission for my baby’s (@barnesrogersvstheworld) 1k challenge! I hope you all enjoy it, and please let me know what you think! I think I’m gonna post once a week, so stay tuned because I have some exciting things coming!

You leaned back on your hands, and looked up at the stars above, smiling as your eyes instantly found the constellation, Orion. You searched the sky for the other constellations you knew, growing frustrated when the lights of the growing city made it difficult. Your eyes were searching for Sirius when you heard the door to the roof swing open behind you, and you knew it was Bucky without even turning around. You called over your shoulder, “Hey, Buck.”

He plopped down next to you and looks at you with curiosity. “How’d ya know it was me? You didn’t even turn around.”

You turn to look at him and roll your eyes. “Please. You come stompin up here loud enough to wake everyone in the apartments. Steve is much quieter.”

Bucky scoffs. “Yeah, alright.”

You turn back towards the sky and search for Sirius again, and Bucky continues, “What’re you doin up here anyways? Startin to get too bright to find constellations.”

You sigh and turn to him again. “Yeah, I know. I just like finding them. There’s something incredible about picking out constellations in a sky full of dying stars.”

“Show me one, then.”

“Alright.” You point overhead to a trio of stars in a line, and you trace the shape of Orion. “That there is Orion the Hunter. There are a few versions of his story, but my favorite is about him and Diana. Diana loved Orion, and was planning to marry him, but her twin brother Apollo was angry about this. One day Orion was swimming in the ocean, but all you could see of him was his head. So, Apollo pointed Orion out to Diana, pretending that he was an object in the ocean, betting her that she couldn’t hit it. Diana took aim and sent an arrow to Orion with perfect aim, killing him. When his body washed up on shore, she was so upset with her fatal mistake, that she placed him among the stars.”

You turn to look at Bucky, expecting him to be looking up at the stars. You’re surprised to see him looking at you, the blue of his eyes dancing intensity. Suddenly shy you whisper, “What?”

Bucky places his hands on either side of your face before leaning in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away. You close your eyes and melt into him, adoring the soft kisses he places on your lips. When he pulls away, you look at him with a smile. “What was that for?”

“It felt like the right time.”

You slam the door to your apartment, before leaning against the door and taking in a shaky breath. You hear Bucky calling your name outside, before he softly knocks on the door.

“C’mon, let me in. We need to talk about this.”

You step back and pull open the door, incredulous. “Talk about this? You already made the decision on your own! Without talking to me. Without talking to Steve. So what’s there to talk about, Bucky? You can’t unenlist.”

Bucky gives you a sad look before asking, “Can I come in? Please?”

You step aside and allow him to walk in, and he takes your hand and leads you to your couch. He sits, pulling you down with him, and whispers, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have enlisted without talking to you and Steve first. I just…it was something had to do.”

You start to protest, but he cuts you off. “And you’re right, I can’t change it now. Which means that you and Steve need to take care of each other, keep each other safe.”

“We will.”

You walk back to the apartments, hand in hand with Bucky. You glance at him, noting the small frown on his face. You pull him closer and drape his arm over your shoulder, and he looks down at you and smiles. You smile in return. “He’ll be okay, you know. Steve, I mean. The Army won’t let him in, and I’ll watch over him.”

Bucky nods. “I know. I’m just afraid that he’ll never stop trying. The fact that he tried again tonight, on my last night… I’m worried someone will actually let em join.”

You squeeze his hand in reassurance. “They won’t.”

You’re both silent for a few minutes, continuing home, and your heart drops when you see the apartment building looming in the distance. You whisper, “I can’t believe you’re shipping out in a few hours. Leaving us behind. Leaving me behind.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bucky stops and turns you towards him. “The war will be over soon, and I’ll be back before you know it.”

You look up at him in earnest. “Promise me you’ll come back, Bucky.”

“I promise.”

“Steve, where is he? I don’t see him!”

Steve turns towards the crowd of newly freed men. “Is there anybody else? We’re looking for a Sergeant James Barnes.”

“There’s an isolation ward in the factory, but no ones’ ever come back from it.”

“All right. The tree line is Northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give em hell. We’ll meet you guys in the clearing with anybody else we find.”

Steve motions for you to follow him, and you stay close to him, watching his back. You both fight through the building, killing any Hydra agents that get in your way. Finally, you reach the isolated side of the building, free from any agents of Hydra. When you round the corner of the hall, you see a small man in a lab, and you both stare at each other in alarm before he turns to run off. You start to chase after him when you hear Steve’s voice calling your name, summoning you into a nearby room. You backtrack to the small room, taking note of the dirty walls, sparse décor, and puddles of…blood. You look up at Steve, who is pulling Bucky up from the lab table he was previously chained to.

You rush forward, tears falling down your face. You stand in front of him, and his eyes scan your face, not sure that you’re really there. When he realizes that you are, you both scramble closer, pulling each other into a desperate kiss.

Steve interrupts the reunion as explosions start to echo around you. “C’mon, we have to go!”

You look down at your boots, watching as the mud squishes from beneath them. You didn’t know it was possible to be this cold, this wet, and this filthy, but still be happy. But one look at your fingers threaded through Bucky’s proved to you that it was.

Steve yelled from the other side of Bucky, addressing the rest of the soldiers, “Alright, take 15! Stay alert. Don’t wander far.”

You turn to Bucky and smile, as you gesture to a fallen log nearby. He nods, silent.

You reach the log and sit on it, pulling Bucky down beside you. You pull a container of water from your bag, handing it to him after you take a sip. You watch as his eyes never leave the trees, watching for danger even as he takes a break. He’d been like this since the escape two days ago. Eyes always scanning for danger. Quiet. Withdrawn. You weren’t sure what to do.

“Bucky…” He glances at you when you pause, eyebrows raised, urging you to continue. “What happened to you in Azzano?”

You see him tense up before he replies, “Nothing.”

You sigh. “Bucky, you know you can talk to me.”

He gives you one of his signature smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Nothing, I’m okay, I promise.”

You stalk off into the woods, breath fogging in front of you in the cold night air. You let the cold European air cool the hot anger in your blood as you moved away from camp and deeper into the woods. The sound of boots crunching in the snow made you whip around in alarm, gun drawn and pointed at the approaching figure. Bucky’s blue eyes danced under the light of the moon, and his hands were raised in surrender.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You roll your eyes and turn back the way you were originally heading, letting the darkness of the woods swallow you. Bucky jogged to catch up, grabbing your arm to pull you to a stop. “Hey, wait, look at me.”

You turn towards him, arms crossed, face set in anger.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just…I don’t understand why you did all of this. Taking the serum. Coming to Azzano. Joining the Commandos. It’s not safe.”

You roll your eyes again. “I did it for you, you idiot. I made a promise to keep Steve safe while you were gone. That’s why I took the serum. I came to Azzano and joined the Commandos to keep you safe. Because I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time you said ‘I love you’, but something about this moment…it meant more.

You watched the snow fall around you, soft flakes landing in your hair and on your clothes. Despite the magic of the mountain, your mouth was set in a frown. Fear and worry settled on your shoulders like a weight. Sensing this, Bucky moved closer to you, grabbing both of your hands in his. He pressed a soft kiss to each palm. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I should be going with you, Bucky.”

Bucky shakes his head and presses a kiss on one of your knuckles. “It’s gotta be a small team this time, and we need Jones for cover.”

He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you, burying his head in your hair. He whispers, “Besides, I’ll never leave you again.”

Jones yells out, “We were right. Dr. Zola is on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle. Wherever he’s going, they must need him bad.”

Bucky pulls away, letting his hand trail down your arm until your hand is in his. He gives it a soft squeeze and flashes you a confident smile before moving over to Steve.

“Fire now.”

“But Steve-” Agent Hill begins, only to be cut off by Steve. “Do it! Do it now!”

The canons of the helicarriers fire around you, causing debris to rain down inside. You’re pulling Steve to his feet when Bucky cries out in pain from below. You exchange a look with Steve, before you both climb down and move towards Bucky, lifting the steel beam that has him pinned. He wiggles from beneath it, standing and eyeing you both with skepticism. Steve gasps out, “You know me.”

Bucky pulls back and punches Steve, yelling, “No, I don’t!”

Steve ignores him and continues, “Bucky, you’ve known me your whole life.”

Bucky pulls back and punches Steve again, sending him flying to the ground.

Unable to watch any longer, you pull your gun from your belt and aim it at Bucky, keeping space between the two of you. As Steve struggles to stand behind you, you look at Bucky. “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”

He lunges at you as he yells, “Shut up!”

He is straddles over you know, looking down at you with a crazed look in his eyes. You can see the fear and confusion laced throughout his steel blue eyes, and your heart aches for him. Steve moves towards you, intent on pulling Bucky away from you, but Bucky turns and shoots him once in the leg, causing Steve to drop.

You look up at Bucky with sincerity, trying to relay all of your memories together through a look. You whisper, “We were together, Bucky. We were in love.”

“No, we weren’t!” He pulls back and punches you, and you use one of your hands to shield your face from his repeated blows. You use the other to pull a knife from your belt and plunge it into his thigh, heart breaking when you hear him cry out in pain.

Steve makes it over to you again, and he pulls Bucky off of you, before turning back to look at you and yell, “Go! Jump!”

“But, I-“

“GO!”

You obey and turn to jump from the destroyed helicarrier, tears spilling down your cheeks as you hit the Potomac below.

You gasp as your head breaks to the surface, grateful for the sir in your lungs. You swim towards the shore, dragging yourself up onto the bank, coughing and spitting up water. When you expel all of the water from your lungs, you roll over onto your back and look at the sky, remembering your first kiss with Bucky while looking at the stars.

You hear someone splashing in the shallow water near your feet, and you lift your head enough to see Bucky dragging Steve from the water. He drops his body next to you, waiting long enough to see Steve coughing up water, still alive. Bucky turns to leave, and you yell out, “Bucky!”

He turns and gives you a sad look before replying, “I’m sorry.”

Before you can protest further, he’s gone.

You run up the stairs of the French apartment building, taking them two at a time, praying that this is it. Today’s the day. You reach the landing of the 5th floor and you start jogging down the hall, eyes scanning the numbers quickly. 1555. 1556. 1557!

You stop outside the door and listen, and hearing nothing, speak into the comms. “Steve, it’s silent.”

“Okay, wait for us. Do you hear me? Don’t go in there alone!”

You ignore him and twist the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked. You push the door open slowly, quietly, revealing a small studio apartment. Empty. You holster your gun and move inside, surveying the room for any sign of him. For any sign of Bucky.

You see dishes all over the countertops, blankets tossed on the couch, a chair centered in the middle of the room, back to the wall. Perfect guard post. You wander into the kitchen, and your eye catches a slip of paper on the counter, near a small coffee pot. You grab it, eyes finding a familiar scrawl.

Stop looking for me. I don’t want you to find me. I don’t care about you anymore.

Steve bursts into the room a second later, Sam standing behind him, weapons drawn. “I told you to-”

You hold up the note, and mutter, “He’s gone.”

You glance at Sam and Steve as they move closer together to discuss future plans, and you walk over to Bucky, smiling at him as you turn on the hydraulic press to free his arm. He smiles at you in thanks, and you crouch down in front of him, reaching out to grab his hand. He pulls away and you frown, hurt by the action.

“I’m no good for you. I’m dangerous.”

You shake your head and reach for him again, but he slides his chair back from you, the sound echoing in the warehouse. “No, I mean it. Did you not see what I just did back there? All it took was a few words and I lost control.”

“But Bucky-”

He stands, reaches out and squeezes your hand softly, before saying, “It has to be this way.”

You watch as Bucky unbuckles his seatbelt and moves to the back of the Quinjet, and you squeeze Steve’s shoulder as you get up, letting him know you’ve got it. You find Bucky in the back of the Quinjet, head resting in his hands, hair obscuring your view of him. You sit next to him, leaning back against the cool metal of the jet. “They know what they signed up for, Bucky.”

Bucky turns to face you, resting his cheeks in his hands. “They knew they were risking their lives and breaking the law for an assassin with no control over his actions? I’m a killer. A weapon. I’m not worth this.”

You reach out and rest your hand on his thigh, using your thumb to trace circles there. “Hey, you are. You can’t control how Hydra used you. You are not what they tried to make you.”

Bucky doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t argue either. He reaches down and places his hand on top of your, lacing your fingers together. He whispers, “I’m sorry. About earlier, being so cold with you.”

“It’s okay. I know you just need time.”

“So are we, pal.” Steve descended down the ramp, leaving you and Bucky behind. You start to walk after Steve, moving past Bucky, but he grabs your arm to stop you. When you turn to look at him, you have trouble reading his expression, but he places one hand on your cheek and leaves the other on your arm before leaning in. His eyes search yours, looking for any signs of doubt, and finding none, he closes the space between you, pressing his lips to yours. You feel his doubt, so you grab the front of his uniform, using it to pull you closer together. He deepens the kiss, growing more confident, before pulling away, breathless.

You look at him with a smile and ask, “What was that for?”

“It felt like the right time.”

You looked out at the rising sun, admiring its reflection on the river below, breathing in the scent of the wildflowers all around you. The cool morning breeze shifted the grass around you, and with it, the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. You let him grow closer, waiting in anticipation as he got closer, smiling as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss there. You hummed in contentment.

“Good morning, white wolf.”

He noted the laughter in your voice at the nickname, and he smiled as he spun you around to face him. “Hey, don’t be jealous just because they didn’t give you a cool nickname.”

You laugh, and his eyes light up at the sound. “I’ll try not to be. No promises, though.”

He pulled you into a kiss, all passion and love. Your breath hitched when his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and he breathed out a laugh. “I could get used to this.”

“Where’s the fight?”

“On its way.”

T’Challa nods at you before he departs, leaving you and Bucky to stare at the arm with silent apprehension. You speak up first, “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your tears at bay. “Why does it feel like I’m about to lose you again?”

Bucky turns to you and sees the tears falling down your face, and he grabs you and pulls you into a hug, whispering quiet reassurances into your ear. When your breathing starts to even out, he pulls back and says, “Everything is going to be okay. You’re not going to lose me again.”

You nod, and he squeezes your hand in reassurance before grabbing the case for the arm and leading you back to the hut.

“On my signal, open northwest section 17.”

Shuri’s voice is doubtful. “Requesting confirmation, my King. You said open the barrier?”

“On my signal.”

Bucky reaches between you, grabbing your hand. You turn to look at him, fear in your eyes, and he pulls you in for a kiss. It’s desperate. Scared. Full of everything you need to say. He pulls away and smiles, just as T’Challa yells, “Wakanda Forever!”

You pull yourself to your feet, watching as Thanos disappears from the woods of Wakanda. You run over to Bucky and help him to his feet, before turning to Steve. Steve is staring at the place Thanos disappeared from, and his head snaps over to Thor. “Where’d he go?”

From behind you, you hear Bucky ask in confusion, “Steve?”

You turn to see part of his arm turning to ask, followed by his legs, and his torso. He turns to look at you, eyes full of fear, looking haunted. The last thing he says you is, “I’m sorry.”

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blkpnkwriting · 7 years

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bad for you

part i. / part ii. / part iii. (end)

bad!girl Rosé x Reader

Rated: M

Warnings: violence, blood, injury, and bruising, drug use (alcohol and tobacco), slight smut

Word count: 6,475

“Rosé!”

The spell broke. The two of you jumped like was a gunshot instead of a shout. A part of you wanted to swoon over the way she leapt forward, instinctively placing her body in front of you for whatever was about to come, for whoever was screaming her name. But the moment two figures broke the tree line, rushing to the chain link fence, bone white fingers gripping the metal, she was scrambling to her feet.

It wasn’t a choice. You followed her, just like you knew now you always would. Whatever was about to happen, you weren’t letting her go alone this time. It scared the hell out of you the first time she disappeared for a week, and if God forbid something happened to her again, you weren’t sure what you would do with yourself.

“What the fuck is goin’ on?” Rosé demanded, pausing the two girls on the other side of the fence. You didn’t recognize either of them, but one of them seemed to connect the dots as she regarded you.

“Oh, so you brought her here,” the girl mused, tilting her head with a curious smile that accentuated heart shaped lips. “I never thought anyone else would ever know about the tennis court, Rosie.”

You glanced at Rosé, watching her cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. It was cute because it contrasted with the glower in her eyes.

“Jisoo, not now,” the other girl snapped. The harsh tone was undercut with a stroke of the girl’s dark hair, a strangely intimate gesture for the circumstance. “Rosé, we need you back at the bar. It’s getting bad and I don’t think Lisa has a handle on it at all.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Rosé wasn’t going to bother with any more questions, you could tell. You had so many, however. The girl now identified as Jisoo gave you another mysterious smile before Rosé was taking your hand in hers and ushering you towards the cut portion of the fence, peeling it back and pushing you through.

The girl you could assume was the infamous Jennie had also taken Jisoo’s hand and was now dragging her along back through the woods, on the same path you had just taken, like they knew it well enough themselves. Maybe the tennis court wasn’t as big a secret as Rosé was playing it up to be, but now was definitely not the time to confront her about it.

The four of you stole through the woods. It was generally a blur, and all you focused on was the tight grip Rosé had on your fingers, and how you were now afraid that soon enough, you would be holding her hand while the knuckles wept blood and her soft skin was bruised.

Gravel crunched under combat boots and your sneakers, and you were not altogether too surprised at the sight of another motorcycle parked alongside Rosé’s. Only, theirs was a deep hue of purple that you only noticed when Jennie started the engine and the singular headlight flashed on. Together, you all hurriedly secured your helmets, and you were overcome with this feeling of belonging. You did fit in.

Rosé booted the kickstand and revved the engine the moment the ignition caught, a loud growl vibrating off the surrounding trees. It made you hesitate, much to your chagrin. And it wasn’t missed. A finger hooked onto your belt loop, pulling you close, and though the motorcycles would have drowned out anything she had to say, there was no need for it in the way she cupped your face. Wordlessly asking if you were okay. Eyes roaming your face, reading any signs. You gave a mute nod and then swung a leg over the back of the bike, making yourself comfortable against her back and clutching onto her waist. You reached up at the same time as Rosé to snap your respective visors shut.

On the road waited Jennie, Jisoo draping over her shoulder lovingly. The impression you saw was that she was a relatively relaxed kind of character, heedless of the way that Jennie’s body was rigid and the situation weighing down on everyone’s shoulders. Jennie suddenly ripped off down the road and Rosé was quick to follow. You lurched against her as she sped off --- not as practiced as Jisoo in riding motorcycles --- trailing the jetting vehicle, and as soon as you rounded one of the curves and had a bit of a stretch, her hand was on yours, fingers curling around at the wrist. It was hard to tell if they shook because of the ride or because of her nerves, but all you wanted was to kiss her again, tell her it would be okay, and that you would still love her even if you were to witness the side of her she never wanted to expose to you.

The entire ride was spent with your eyes closed. The helmet muffled the majority of the outside world, but when you were tuning it out, all you were left with was your uneven breathing. Why did it feel like the end? It was bad enough before that a fight caused Rosé to spend a week resting from whatever injuries she hadn’t yet shared with you, but now it had gotten to the point that Jennie, the bar owner, felt the need to track her down and beg her help.

What if she was hurt once it was all over? What if she was stabbed or even shot at? Your time together hasn’t been long at all, but all you knew was that you wanted more. You needed more time with her. There was still so much left to learn about each other, so much to discover together. The idea that it could all be stripped away from you create a panic that tasted like bile on the back of your tongue.

The advantage of having your eyes clenched shut the entire ride while simultaneously fighting off every scenario that could befall Rosé was that the ride was quick. That, or they broke far too many laws getting back to the bar tonight. The disadvantage was that your were about to face whatever had caused Rosé to be ripped away from you when all you wanted was to be consumed by her. Either way, you felt the bike swerve and somehow knew to expect the pothole that was about to jostle you ---

Only it didn’t come.

The motorcycle jolted, braking abruptly instead. The pressure of the sudden stop pushed the air from your lungs against Rosé’s back, but there was something wrong with the way she was postured. Too rigid. Like she was forced to stop in her tracks.

You yanked off your helmet and clambered off the back in an instant, ignoring how it was still awkward for you and especially with Rosé frozen on the seat. The shafts of light provided by the motorcycles silhouetted four large figures that didn’t even bother to give you an ounce of their attention.

And then your blood slid like ice through your veins.

In the middle, suspended between two men, was Lisa. The only thing that kept you from completely losing your mind at the sight was that she was still fighting. Despite the copious amount of blood on her face you had no idea was coming from where. When one of the other men attempted to approach, she gave a yell and reared up a leg. The heel of her boot pistoned forward, connecting strictly with the guy’s jaw.

After that, everything seemed to speed up. The line of a blade shone in the artificial light, unsheathed from a jacket pocket. A cry behind you caused all the hairs on your body to stand on end. Then there was adrenaline. Lots and lots of flight or fight instinct.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

It was the same kind of thrill that you received the second you kissed Rosé. In a way, you understood her a little better now.

The gap between you and the knife closed. You slammed full force into the back of the attacker, reveling in the small victory of feeling him stagger underneath you rather than you bouncing off his bulk. You were wild, and didn’t care for your own safety. The knife wasn’t just a warning but a threat, and while your heart drummed for Rosé, you weren’t about to watch another way a part of her would die losing Lisa.

The man under your hands started screaming, and you realized too late that in launching yourself onto his back, you had begun to gouge his eyes. Not out, per say, but something to distract him, to stop him, to buy Lisa a little more time.

Hands seized your back and you prepared for the worst. To be thrown against the brick, to be stomped underfoot into the dirty pavement, to face the outcome of your first and last fight. Whoever had a hold of you wasn’t letting go, tearing you away with more strength than you had to hold on.

You weren’t expecting it to be Rosé. You were forced around to face her, but only for a moment, and then she pushed you to the side. Effectively away from the brawl.

Whatever fray you had started, you saw her enter in your place. And not alone. Not a split second later and you watched Jennie and Jisoo follow. You weren’t practiced in fights and couldn’t understand how fast everything was moving. Between the large bodies of the men, you witnessed Rosé. Witnessed as she held an opponent at bay by their throat, and her fist sailed for their face. Their face gave first. Then Jisoo blocked your view as she kneed another in the stomach and he keeled over at the blow, air lost on him.

Where was the knife? You saw it discarded to the side beside a trash can, half submerged in grimy gutter water, and hoped it wouldn’t be found. There wasn’t any more room to think, even comprehend the bodies that roiled in the small alleyway, when Lisa stumbled out of it. You were immediately at her side, catching as she slumped against you with the majority of her weight. A hand ran over the side of her face, smearing blood over your palm, but you didn’t cringe away at the contact as you would have done in the past. You found the cut, a gash at her hairline, blood creating something not unlike a mask. Dark eyes met yours, swimming with consciousness and agony, and you knew now your role was to get her out of there.

You trusted Rosé.

The bar had emptied, miraculously. Whatever had broken out, Lisa had taken care of it. What was left was what you encountered in the alley. It was getting harder to support Lisa, who’s feet shuffled over the floorboards. You shoved your way through to the back of the bar counter, remembering something about pure alcohol working effectively on treating wounds against infections, and you sat her down on a small stool with a heavy exhale. She leaned heavily against the counter, lifting a hand slowly to her mouth which she coughed into. A dribble of blood left her lips.

“Did they stab you?” You wanted to scream the question, a new fear you’ve never felt constricting your chest. Lisa shook her head.

“Busted my lip. Again.” At least she still had half a mind to crack a weak joke.

A couple rags, a liter of the highest proof of vodka you could find, and you were kneeling before Lisa. You brushed white hairs from her forehead that tried to stick to the blood and held it back as you swiped away with the rag. It wasn’t long before it was doused in crimson. You grabbed another, soaking a corner of it with the vodka, and dabbed at the cut. Your nerves jumped when she flinched, a hiss through her teeth, but she didn’t try to stop you. Probably couldn’t. It was with steeled vigor that you cleaned the wound and instructed her to hold a third rag there.

You were cleaning the cut in her lip, wondering how the scar was going to turn out after having the same spot wounded, when she started smiling.

“So,” she gravelled. You were happy to see a bit of light returning to her eyes now that she had a chance to rest. “Is now the appropriate time to make out a little?”

“Oh, sorry,” you mocked, smirking back and pressing a little harder with the rag to issue half a wince from the girl. “I don’t think you could handle me when you’re like this.” Lisa scoffed. “Plus, I kinda like this other girl, and she would kick your ass if she ever found out.”

“That --- I can agree on,” Lisa laughed.

You tended to Lisa’s injuries the rest of the time you were both alone in the bar. It gave you two the chance to chat a little, when Lisa wasn’t resting with her head on the lip of the counter. She was lucky, honestly. They had jumped her as she kicked the last of the patrons out of the bar, throwing her towards the trash cans, where she had fallen and dashed her head on a lid. They weren’t much of a match, she informed, and she got a couple good hits in before they had her pinned. They were simply bigger than her. They had only punched her in the face once before you all had arrived, stopping them, but you were shocked to hear her whisper that she had been scared. Scared that it was going to be it for her.

That knife was still out there. If they rolled up a few seconds later, Lisa could have been gutted. The thought of Lisa dying terrified you more than you knew.

The back door of the bar creaked open. Lisa jumped in her seat, and you placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. It made your heart ache to think that she would be traumatized by this. Fingers curled around yours in comfort as the last three filed in.

Rosé first. At the sight of you, she broke into a run around the back of the bar. She didn’t stop there, rushing into an embrace and knocking the wind from your lungs for the second time tonight.

“I’m good too, y’know,” Lisa’s deadpanned voice said from the background.

Instead of responding, Rosé pulled back only to then crash her mouth against yours.

Whatever else Lisa had to say was drowned out by the relief of the kiss. It wasn’t long enough, and you actually gasped out loud when it broke, like she had taken the ability to breathe with her.

“Don’t ever do that again,” the strawberry blonde sighed, forehead pressed to yours.

“Speak for yourself,” you murmured. The smile in place felt circumstantially inappropriate but you just couldn’t feel any better than you did now having Rosé back in your arms.

“I need a drink.”

At the side, Jennie and Jisoo sat themselves at the bar, Jennie groaning heavily. You hoped they hadn’t been too injured from the fight, but a single glance only showcased their beauty. Both had ruffled hair, and Jisoo had a single, weak scratch on her neck and down her collarbone, like one of the men had tried to grab her. A bit of red stained Jennie’s t-shirt, but it didn’t appear to be hers.

“Yeah, me too,” Lisa spoke up. She didn’t bother to stand, grabbing the bottle of vodka and attempting to pour a drink with a quivering hand.

“You get one and then you’re cut off,” Jennie commanded, standing on the pegs of the bar stool to reach over and snatch the bottle away. “Just enough for the pain and then Jisoo is taking you home.”

“Oh, is it my turn for the nurse, finally?” Lisa hummed, setting her chin on folded arms upon the counter. “Do I get the special treatment?”

“Sorry, baby,” Jisoo cooed back. “That’s only for special patients.” Even with the kiss on the cheek Jisoo gave to Jennie, the bar owner still glared at her bartender for the breach.

“Did you get the special treatment?” you whispered to Rosé.

“No. You weren’t there.”

The response had you blushing, and you looked up to her, mouth open to make a remark back, when you saw it. The blossoming colors of a black eye.

“Rosé!”

You lifted a finger to touch the dark ring, but she brushed your hand away before you could, taking your hand in both of hers instead. “It’s fine, I promise.”

“Yeah, it’s not like she was stabbed again,” Jisoo chimed in, clear liquid oscillating in her glass as she played with it absently.

“What?!”

“Jisoo!” Rosé snapped, eyes wide. “I told you not to say anything about that!”

Jisoo shrugged nonchalantly, sipping her vodka. “I think she should know. Know how badass her girlfriend is.”

“I’m not ---”

“Shut up,” Jennie barked, waving the three of you off. “You took her to the tennis court, it’s official.”

“Oh, you got to see the tennis court?” Lisa perked up, wiping the stray vodka from the corner of her mouth with the back of her ripped sleeve. “I’m not allowed to bring any girls to the tennis court!”

“Yeah, ‘cause you just wanna fuck ‘em,” Jennie rolled her eyes. “We all agreed the tennis court is a secret --- only certain people are allowed to know about it.”

“And as Rosé’s girlfriend, I think she deserves to know she was stabbed,” Jisoo finished. Not on the note that Jennie would have liked by the expression on her face, but nonetheless. No one said anything, including a very stricken you, but Jisoo continued. “It was just a little stab, no big deal. We’re just lucky it didn’t hit any major arteries or organs in her tummy.”

“Oh my God,” Rosé groaned in exasperation. You threw back the last of the vodka that Jennie had poured for you. “I think we’re going to head out.”

“No, stay for drinks!” Lisa whined, holding up hers.

“You’re not having another drink!” Jennie insisted. Jisoo felt the need to calm her anger with another kiss, this time to the corner of Jennie’s mouth. It worked, the other melting a little under the touch, and you smiled at the interaction.

“Gross,” Lisa muttered, turning her back to the sight and leaning against the counter. Another sip, and you didn’t miss the bit that slipped down Lisa’s chin.

“That’s our cue,” Rosé said to you.

You said nothing as the two of you left the bar. The vodka left a strong burn down your throat, leadening your limbs. It surprised you for some reason to see the vacant alley, the motorcycles still standing where you had left them. Your helmet lied on the ground beside the front wheel, like you had simply thrown it aside in order to join the fight.

“Are you gonna be okay to drive?”

Rosé perked up at the question, stopping her motions of turning the key in the ignition. With her face toward you, you could see the faint circle around her left eye by the glow of the streetlight. Instead of the usual concern that would overcome you, you couldn’t help but gaze at her. The fight was over and you felt no different about her, only that she was somehow more beautiful than before. The bruise added to her bad girl persona and it only seemed to attract you more. Before she had the chance to answer your original question, you swept forward.

This time, the noise of satisfaction was definitely from Rosé. Your breath was stuck in your throat, just as you felt it always would be when you kissed her.

The two of you parted after a few beats, Rosé smiling down at you. “After that, I think I can manage.”

“Ah! Be gentle!”

“Who knew you were actually such a baby?” you teased, redirecting Rosé by the chin so you could place the ice pack back on her eye. Again, the girl winced, but didn’t try to jerk away this time. Once it was settled, she changed her gaze to you.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d have such a heavy hand,” she countered. Her uninjured eye fluttered.

“... What was that?”

“I was trying to wink.” Again, her right fluttered closed, and you laughed.

“That’s not a wink. And I think the correct phrase is ‘heavy foot’ and only applies when you’re driving.”

“I’m just gonna shut up now,” Rosé huffed. You could see the hint of a smile pulling at her lips despite all the teasing.

You bent to where she was sat on your couch and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. It left a bigger smile in the wake, and you hovered the ice pack to glance at the bruise.

“It doesn’t look like it’s swelling too bad,” you informed, running a digit over the slightest welt beneath her lashes.

“It was just a random elbow,” Rosé stated. “They weren’t that hard to deal with. Just a lucky hit I guess.”

“I thought Jisoo didn’t involve herself in that stuff?” you remembered. You placed the ice pack tenderly on the eye.

“She doesn’t. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to throw a punch. And if Jennie was about to get into it in front of her, Jisoo wasn’t going to stand around and wait for it to be over.”

That struck a nerve. You took a step back to give a proper glare to blonde.

“What?”

“You didn’t let me help,” you said, throwing the ice pack onto the coffee table and crossing your arms. “You literally kicked me out.”

Rosé remained seated for a minute, then licked her lips and stood. Immediately, a static filled the air, making you uneasy, like you had done or said something wrong and were about to receive the repercussions of it. Then you noted how the girl seemed... anxious. There wasn’t an ounce of amusement or nonchalance that Rosé often embodied. And she wouldn’t meet your stare, even as she stepped up before you. A hand reached out to take yours, and you let her. Fingers laced together easily, as though they were supposed to.

“You scared me.” That was not how you thought this was going to start. “When I saw you run in, I never felt more afraid about anything in my life. Not when I was arrested, not when I had my motorcycle crash, nothing. All I saw was that knife getting you in the wrong place... and you would be gone. I just wanted you out of there. I never wanted you there in the first place.” She stopped, and you didn’t want to think about what that last sentence implied. Your chest felt too tight to breathe properly. All she did was cup your cheek, a sheen coming to her eyes like she was about to cry. “I love you. And I never want to lose you.”

You wondered if you were ever going to reach a point where Rosé no longer surprised you. For now, it didn’t seem very likely. But she didn’t stop there.

“Whoever you are,” she half sobbed, half laughed. Her thumb brushed your cheek. “I thought I had you all figured out from the moment I met you, but since then, you continue to astound me. Where I thought you would shy away, you proved me wrong. When I thought you’d want nothing to do with me, you showed me how much you cared. I used to think I’d be bad for you, with my fucked up life and my shady bar with even shadier people, but instead --- I think you’re good for me. You see right through me. At the tennis court, you said I’m a good person, that you trust me. Even after what I told you, after the way you see me, and especially tonight, you still think that... right?”

“Of course, I do,” you gasped out. Tears had collected in your eyes without your knowing, and you had to hastily wipe away a stray tear before it could fall any further on your cheek. Rosé smiled meekly. “And... you aren’t wrong. About who I am. I spent most of my life observing, never involving myself in anything. I was boring.”

“I didn’t say boring ---”

You interrupted her by pressing an earnest kiss to her lips. And if it had been a fraction of a second longer, you would have forgotten the rest of what you had to say.

“I was. I was weak and content with just letting life pass me by. I wanted to get out of my comfort zone more, which is why I moved here. Just me, by myself, to become the person that I thought I could be. Then you came along, and it wasn’t so hard anymore to put myself outside my comfort zone because I knew you were going to be there on the other side. I knew it from the beginning. Even if you strolled in with a bunch of gang members and one of them tried to steal from me.” Rosé chuckled, sniffling that cute sniffle you’ve seen before. “I don’t think the girl I was in high school would have liked you... But I know that I love you.”

It was like the proclamation stole the air from the room. Rosé gasped inaudibly and didn’t bother with wiping the tear that finally fell. All you could do was stand there, holding her hand, gazing into her beauty, and then she was kissing you. It was a kiss unlike before. It didn’t hold the same passion or vigor, but wrapped you up in a different sensation.

You’ve never been in love but you’re pretty damn sure this was what it felt like.

It was salty from the tears you couldn’t tell were yours or Rosé’s. It was soft, her lips caressing yours like they intended to spell out rather than say how much she wanted to hear that. It was warm, her face so close, her body fitting to yours, her hands everywhere --- your face, your neck, your hair, down your back and elsewhere.

It was everything.

The world spun and you collapsed on top of her. She held you in her lap, arms like a vice around your waist like she never intended to let you go. Your fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of her neck and you marvelled at how soft it felt, how nice it was to twirl it up around your knuckles and gently tug. It earned a soft groan which effectively ended the kiss, much to your dismay.

“As much,” she gasped the second your lips parted. “As I like this new you and everything, I want you to know that I love every part of you, including this girl you’re pushing out of her comfort zone. And I was hoping I could implement a rule that I think the old you would appreciate?”

“Which would be...?” you hummed, fingers still tangled up and wanting nothing more than to hear that noise again.

“No more doing stupid shit like trying to fight guys at the bar,” she breathed out as you scratched her scalp, eyes slipping shut. Her mouth hung slightly agape at the end, enjoying the new treatment she was receiving. You had to admit it had you slightly intoxicated seeing her like this.

“If you insist,” you agreed, leaning to catch her plush bottom lip between your teeth. After a simple nibble, you let go, and revelled in the surprised --- dare you say, mildly lustful --- expression left for you in Rosé’s features. “But I know something that you’ll like better instead.”

Without waiting for an answer, you arched away from her grasp. It was cute the pout that came to her lips, but it was quickly removed. You sought the hem of your shirt and then pulled it over the top of your head in one fluid motion. Leaving you in your simple black bra. Which captured all of Rosé’s stunned attention.

You grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her into a deep kiss, effectively shifting the atmosphere from loving to something more primal. If you were being honest, this was about as far as you had ever gone with another partner, but when it came to Rosé, it was like you knew what you were doing.

She responded without skipping a beat, mouth sliding along yours. Fingertips danced along your spine until they met the bridge of your bra, hesitating over the latch. It was a pause that begged for permission, and you rolled your hips into hers to imply it was more than okay. She took the cue, easily pinching the material and you felt it loosen around your arms. Without breaking the kiss, you slung it down your arms and away somewhere.

When her hands feathered around your ribs and one of them cupped your breast, narrowly missing your peak between her thumb and forefinger, you moaned at the anticipation. It was all so delicious, so new. You wanted Rosé everywhere, to feel every inch, to become putty under her touch. It had to be obvious because the next moment was a whirlwind as she suddenly pressed you down into the couch atop you. The weight of her body was so heavenly to have, and you couldn’t stop the noises if you wanted to. Things had hardly begun and it already had you believing you were about to burst.

The kiss broke only to have her mouth on your neck, a hand tilting your jaw up, nails scratching at the hairline behind your ear. The attention sent a wonderful shudder through your body, grasping at the threads of her shirt, just wanting skin on skin. This time, she didn’t oblige. Instead, she traversed down your neck, teeth nicking at your collarbone before soothening by a lave of her slick tongue. She didn’t stop there, sliding down your body until you gasped at her kiss on your nipple, so tender and tentative that you thought you might just lose it there and then.

A growl bubbled up the back of your throat as you yanked on Rosé’s shirt. All you received was a chuckle, and then she finally sat back on her folded legs, an entirely new gaze unlike any before trained on you as she removed an article of clothing. You were speechless at the expanse of creamy skin, and then abruptly choked.

“Your stomach!” you breathed. Rosé didn’t move and you reached out to trace the lightest of a touch along the inch long slit off-centered on her lower abdomen. It was going to leave a nasty scar, as it probably deserved stitches but the only one who tended to it was Jisoo. Now without the need for a bandage, it was only full display to you, a rough ridge blemishing the girl you loved. It was without warning the way tears sprung to your eyes again.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Rosé whispered, taking your hand and drawing it back behind your head to pin on the cushions. It wasn’t such a lustful move so much as it was her leaning into you to remove the sight and have you focus on her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. She kissed you softly, embedding the honesty.

Still, even with the pet name that sent a thrill to the heart, you felt like your were about to cry. Rosé respected the fact and didn’t attempt to further the direction you two had been headed in. After a moment, you swallowed whatever grief you had built up, sighing heavily against her.

“We don’t have to do this,” Rosé murmured against your lips. “It’s been an emotional rollercoaster tonight, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow.”

“The only thing I’ll regret is not waking up next to you tomorrow,” you insisted immediately. Your hands fumbled down her stomach, afraid of hurting her, until you found the button of her shorts. Again, Rosé’s mouth dropped but she let you undo her bottoms. When the time came, she kicked off the material, and it seemed to put her back into gear. The kisses started off short and sweet, slowly working into something deeper and hotter. Then she was shimmying your bottoms off as well. The moment her fingers flirted around your underwear, a single word escaped.

“Please.”

Not entirely lost in the moan that was drawn out of you with a wonderful stroke of Rosé’s fingers ---

“I love you.”

A chill swept across the exposed flesh of your torso, rousing you from your sleep. It was much too cold, and a simple search of your arms around you proved that you were left alone on the couch.

Your initial reaction was that Rosé abandoned you. That last night was really just a mistake. That this was all in your head.

But it really was all in your head because it was dispelled the second you smelled tobacco.

You sat up, gathering up the flimsy blanket you two had found... at some point... around your chest against the breeze. Across the room from you, the singular door to the sad excuse of a balcony was open. Faded strawberry blonde hair fluttered in the wind, and for the first time, you realized that her hair was actually a much deeper color at the roots than portrayed. It was nice to learn something new about her, and you smiled to yourself. A hand fell from her face and you could see the cherry on a fresh cigarette from around her arm, crossed on the railing she leaned on.

Wanting to cherish this undisturbed speculation, you remained on your spot. Of course Rosé wouldn’t have simply up and left you the morning after. All she wore was an oversized t-shirt, and your heart swole when you saw the video game logo on the back, making the article one of yours. Which meant that before she had gone outside, she had gone into your room and helped herself to something that belonged to you to wear.

Interrupting the reverie, you watched Rosé lift the cigarette again, only to hold it out before her. It was as though she was debating something with herself, and then it disappeared again behind her silhouette as she smoked.

It was strangely attractive to you now, this vice. As much as you didn’t want her to smoke anymore because of how harmful it was, it suited her and her character. Just maybe you could live with it.

But now you couldn’t wait anymore. Rosé still hadn’t noticed you had woken up, and you were ready to see her face again. The blanket formed a dress and you stood up, shuffling along the carpet. Only when you got just within reach of the doorframe did she finally hear you.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Rosé greeted, turning to lean her side against the railing.

God, she was the one who was beautiful. Her hair in disarray worse than a bike ride, makeup mostly worn away, and you blushed at the love mark on her neck that you didn’t remember putting there.

“Don’t come any closer,” she suddenly warned, holding out a hand to stop you from passing through onto the small balcony. She held the cigarette further away over the precipice. “I don’t want you near this.”

“Why? I’m going to be near you later,” you teased, pushing now against her hand on your chest.

Rosé smirked, and then flicked the unfinished stick over the balcony. You gave an incredulous sound that was cut off by the girl grabbing your blanket and pulling you into her arms.

“You don’t like cigarettes, remember?” she recalled. You wanted to kiss her, but she was still holding some space between your faces. “I don’t think you’d like me right after I had one.”

You jumped forward before she could do anything to kiss her earnestly. Yes, the smoke was harsher than you had ever experienced it, and yes, it did make you feel a little sick. But it was worth it.

“Wow, you didn’t even let me finish,” Rosé said.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you responded. She giggled and kissed your nose.

“I was going to say --- I don’t think you’d like me after I have a cigarette... which is why I’m going to try and quit.”

“What, really?” you sputtered, eyes wide.

“Yes, really,” she insisted, smiling that crooked smile you love. “It’ll be hard, I’m not going to lie. I’m going to have to do it in small steps because I know I can’t just stop cold turkey.”

“But I thought you were all big and bad; what’s a little addiction gonna stop you?”

“I don’t have to pretend with you,” she simply said. Then added all smug, “I’ll just tell everyone I stopped cold turkey, but really, I’ll have my cheat cig here.”

“Here?” you caught, giving her a suspicious stare.

Rosé hummed, pink coming to her cute cheeks. “If you don’t mind? I mean, I could bring you to my place but I’m afraid it’s quite lacking.”

“So you’re saying that either way, I’m going to be wherever you are?”

“... If that’s okay?”

All you needed to say was summed up in a kiss you held to her lips. Even in the motion, you could feel her smiling.

“What’s your real hair color?” you asked after a minute of silent cuddling and stolen kisses.

Rosé laughed aloud. “It’s much darker than this. Basically black. And it’s hella expensive to keep this dye job looking authentic.”

“Maybe you should let it go.”

“Do you know how ugly that would look? It already looks bad enough if you can tell it’s not my real hair color.”

“I meant go back to your natural color. I think it’d look sexy.”

Rosé narrowed her eyes at you, thinking. “Anything else you’d like for me to change for you, baby?”

“No,” you chirped. “I love you for who you are, natural hair and healthy habits and all.”

“Fine,” she sighed, unable to stop her smiles. “I guess that was a smooth recover. Maybe I will. It’d save me a lot of money.”

“Money you could use for your bike... or to take me on a date.”

“I’ve taken you on a date! Maybe you should take me on a date.”

“I’m gonna need a job.” You kissed her on the nose this time.

“I can help you out there.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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