Genre: smut, established relationship, non-Idol!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: exhibitionism, public sex, unprotected sex (assume alternate bc)
Word Count: 499
Disclaimers: NSFW, I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: It was only a matter of time before the two of you got caught.
Prompts: Fluff 47 "We could run away" & Smut 8 "I didn't think you were into that"
A/N: For @loosewindmill! Your comments are always such a delight - so insightful and funny! I can't thank you enough for reading my stories and letting me know what you think. I hope you enjoy this little drabble! 💜
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
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“Oh my god, I’m ruined!”
“It’s not a big deal, baby, I promise,” Jimin consoles you from his seat on a pallet of boxes.
You just shake your head, pacing.
“We never should’ve done this,” you groan.
Jimin had been just as surprised as you the first time it happened. Out dancing one night, your boyfriend’s magical hips and roaming hands got you more hot and bothered than usual. Unable to wait to get home, you’d pulled him behind a velvet curtain in the corner of the club. Jimin’s eyebrows shot up as you unzipped his pants.
“Here?” he gasped as you stroked him to hardness, tugging your panties to the side. “In public?”
You nodded. “Need you now, baby.”
“I didn’t think you were into that!” he exclaimed, and truthfully you hadn’t either, but as he sank into you, thrusting hurriedly, the realization that anyone could walk by at any moment set your pulse racing and your orgasm crashing into you faster than ever before.
So it happened again, the next weekend, in the gym sauna. Then the weekend after that, at the movie theater, sitting on his lap in the back row. The two of you were shameless, fucking anywhere you could think of, week after week.
You’d been in the middle of a particularly delightful round tonight, him buried to the hilt inside you, up against the bargain shelves in a store basement, only to be interrupted by none other than Min Yoongi.
Honestly, it had only been a matter of time before you were caught. But did it have to be your boss who caught you?
Maybe you shouldn’t have visited the bookstore he’d personally recommended. Now you're hiding in a stockroom while you melt down.
“I can’t go back out there and face him. Not today. Not Monday. Never again,” you moan, covering your face with your hands. “Everyone at work's gonna find out! Oh god, and our friends'll hear from Hoseok, because he’s the office gossip and you know he won’t be able to keep quiet!”
Jimin stands and wraps his arms around you. “Baby, take a deep breath,” he instructs, rubbing your back. “It’s gonna be fine. You really think he’s gonna say something?”
You shrug, burying your face in his shoulder.
“Okay. Then, we’ll just run away.”
“What??”
“If you’re that worried, we could run away. We'll slip out the back door, head right for the station, jump on a train and never look back.” He grins. “We’ll leave this life behind. I don’t care where we end up, as long as we’re together.”
Jimin’s drastic idea snaps you out of your panic. “God, you’re such a sap,” you sigh, kissing his cheek. “Fine, I get it, it’s not the end of the world. But… let’s call that a backup plan if things are awkward Monday morning.”
“Deal,” Jimin walks backwards until he’s sitting on the boxes again. He pulls you onto his lap, nuzzling your neck. “Now. Where were we?”
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count: 1,758
Summary: You walk in on Ransom tampering with Harlan’s medicine, and Ransom is pissed. This probably won’t end well for you…or will it?
Warnings: Smut. Explicit language. Dark (intentions more than actions). Spoilers!
A/N: I received two similar nonnie requests so I rolled them into one fic for today’s installment of Thirsty Thursday ;) I’m also tagging @jtargaryen18 to include this in your #30DaysofChris2020 challenge, cause we all love a lil mean sweater daddy, right?
For reference, these were the original nonnie requests: 1) HC Request for if Ransom caught you being a witness with carrying out his dastardly plans X3 Would it be dark? 2) Could I get uh...Turkey sub er I mean a dark Ransom where he finds the reader in witness of his actions committing the crime (Like when he’s tampering with the medicine and he catches the reader) And he’s takes care of reader *wink* *wink*
You didn’t realize you’d walked in on something bad until Ransom slowly set down Harlan’s medicine bottles and stalked toward you.
Literally stalked, making you feel like actual facts prey for the first time in your life.
Fear shot through you like a bolt of electricity. Your eyes widened as Ransom towered over you, looking murderous. He quietly shut the door to Harlan’s room behind you before roughly shoving you against it.
He knocked the breath from your lungs, and you dropped the clean set of sheets you’d been carrying. “I-I’m sorry—” you squeaked as Ransom’s hand slid over your mouth, silencing you.
“You picked the wrong time and place to play shadow,” he hissed, white teeth bared in fury. His blue eyes were wild as they bore into yours, lips twisting into a sneer as your gaze grew wet and terrified. “Fuck!”
Ransom’s grip on your mouth tightened as he glanced away, thinking. His other hand held you against the door, fingers digging into the bare skin of your arm so hard the flesh was already bruising.
“You know, it was amusing at first, the way you’d pop up whenever I was around,” Ransom murmured, dark gaze returning to you. “Those big, doe eyes of yours taking their fill. Was a nice stroke to the ego, that the hot little maid had a crush on me.”
You shook your head in denial even as your cheeks grew warm at the lie.
At the truth of his words.
You hadn’t realized Ransom noticed your attention.
It was hard to keep your eyes off of him. Even though Fran and Marta warned you time and time again that Ransom was bad news, you couldn’t help the way your eyes were drawn to him whenever he visited. The way your heart skipped a beat when he acknowledged your existence. The way you came so easily late at night when you touched yourself and thought of him.
“Hey!”
You jerked at Ransom’s voice and the way he roughly shook you back to attention.
“I asked you a question,” he gritted. “What did you see?” He went to remove his hand from your mouth but paused, leaning in so close that his nose brushed yours. “You scream, I’ll fucking snap your neck, you understand?”
Your eyes fluttered as you nodded, a few stray tears spilling over your cheeks.
Ransom’s hand fell away from your mouth and settled on your shoulder. His gaze dropped to watch you swallow, the way the delicate hollow of your throat jumped.
“I-I didn’t see anything,” you whispered.
“Really?” Ransom scoffed. “You wanna try that again? The truth this time.” His fingers painfully dug into your flesh, and you couldn’t suppress the whimper that fell from your lips as you stared up at him.
His eyes darkened at the sound, gaze flickering briefly to admire the fit of your flowy little dress, the curve of your chest. When his gaze reconnected with yours, his eyes were unrecognizable, filled with a combination of desire and ill intent.
“I j-just saw you and…and Harlan’s medicine,” your voice was a feeble whisper.
Ransom’s jaw clenched, a tick jumping beneath the taut skin as he looked away. “Damnit,” he hissed.
“I won’t tell.” You spoke the words before you really thought about them, but once they left your mouth, you realized they were true.
I’d do anything for you, you thought as you studied his perfect profile.
His golden skin, the flawless slope of his nose, the sharp cut of his jaw, the stylish sweep of his hair. He was beautiful.
Ransom’s eyes snapped back to you, lips curling into a sly smirk. “Is that right?”
“What?” you asked, confused.
“You’d do anything for me?”
Your face flushed with embarrassment – you didn’t mean to say that out loud! You looked away quickly, mortified.
Ransom chuckled, and then he was shifting closer. Suddenly the warm weight of his body was flush to yours and the grip on your arms grew gentle. “Anything, huh? You must have it bad, sweetheart.”
You gasped as his knee slid between your thighs. You could feel the firm press of him against your core and squirmed, hands lifting to his chest.
For a split second, you considered pushing Ransom away, but then you got a good feel of the firm muscles that lay beneath his thin ivory sweater. It was like your brain took leave from your body as your palms explored along the broad expanse of him.
How many times had you pictured being this close to him? Touching him? Tasting him?
Your glazed eyes lifted to his before flickering to his plush, pink mouth.
God, you wanted to kiss him.
Ransom smirked like he knew exactly what you were thinking. He dipped his head closer, lips hovering over yours. His nose bumped yours as he tilted his face, moving closer.
You arched up on your tip toes, offering yourself. You whined as he swayed back a few inches, dark eyes glittering. “Please? Please, Ransom?”
He arched a brow. “I didn’t say you could call me ‘Ransom.’”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, dropping your eyes in guilt. “It’s just…” you spoke before you could check yourself.
“It’s just what?”
You licked your dry lips, gaze flickering back to his. Another wave of heat flooded your face as you confessed, “It’s just habit.” Ransom’s look was questioning, so you elaborated, “Because I think of you every night…when I touch myself.”
“Christ,” Ransom breathed, rocking his body against yours. His hands dropped to your hips, testing the flare beneath the thin cotton of your dress. “You think of me when you get yourself off?”
You nodded, breath catching at the lust pooling in his gaze, at the desire pooling in your panties.
“You cry my name when you cum?”
“Yes,” you whimpered, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline.
Ransom rolled his hips against you, pressing his growing erection against the softness of your belly. “I bet you’re soaked for me right now, huh, Y/N?”
Your mouth fell open at his use of your name. “Y-you know my name?” you whispered, fingers curling into his sweater.
“Of course I do. You know the only reason I caught you looking at me all the time was because I was looking at you first,” he lied easily.
You bit your bottom lip to try and suppress your pleased smile as your belly fluttered at his admission. “I-I didn’t know.”
“Well now you do,” Ransom cupped the side of your face, eyes intent as he watched you. “And you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.”
“What?”
Ransom’s voice was a velvety rumble as he asked, “Are you soaked for me right now?”
You swallowed, finding it hard to maintain his intense gaze as you nodded. It was the truth. Your panties were a lost cause at this point.
A wicked smile curled Ransom’s lips. His hand brushed against your stomach, then lower, fingers sneaking beneath your dress until his hand was cupping your sex.
You gasped, spreading your thighs in invitation as his fingers traced along the front of your panties, then up to the little lace band before finally dipping inside.
“Look how fucking wet you are for me,” Ransom rumbled, stroking his fingers along your heat. “You’re desperate for it, huh?”
Two fingers suddenly pressed inside your tight channel, and you cried out softly, tossing your head back. Your hand fell to grip Ransom’s wrist. “Oh my god,” you breathed, arching against him to encourage his exploration, to drive his searching fingers deeper.
His touch was gone far too soon for your liking, and you pouted up at him as he grinned.
Laughing quietly, Ransom drew his wet fingers along your mouth, painting your lips with your own slick. “Time to clean up, little maid,” he hummed, pressing his fingers against the seam of your lips.
You didn’t hesitate to open up to him, moaning at your own taste and the firm press of Ransom’s fingers against your tongue. You sucked your slick from his fingers, tongue a swirling tease that had his eyes going impossibly dark as he gently pulled his hand from your mouth.
“I like how eager you are to please me.”
You smiled, a shy sweet thing. “I wanna make you feel good.” Your hand brushed against the bulge at the front of his slacks.
Grunting, Ransom rolled his hips into your touch, inhaling sharply before grabbing your wrist and squeezing it tight enough to make you chirp in pain. “Tempting, but we don’t have time for that right now.”
He stared at your pout for a few seconds before straightening. “Tell you what, how about you forget how this little encounter started, I finish up my business here, and then we go back to my place?” He gently drew his knuckles down your warm cheek, thumb grazing your bottom lip.
“Okay,” you smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to the pad of his thumb before you could think better of it.
There was another flash of heat in Ransom’s eyes as he straightened, slowly easing away from you. “Go back downstairs and finish up your shift, Y/N.” He gently pulled you away from the door. “Act like you’re heading home as normal, but park at the end of the road leading to the manor. Once I leave, you can follow me back to my place.”
You nodded as he opened the door and gently nudged you toward the stairs.
Ransom watched impatiently as you paused to throw him another besotted look before quietly making your descent. Once you were out of sight, he huffed, raking a hand threw his hair as he moved back toward Harlan’s medical bag. He finished swapping out the labels on the bottles and wiped them clean of fingerprints before returning them to their proper place.
He couldn’t help but grin as he moved toward the door. Sure, you may have been an initial hiccup in his plan, but now the deed was done. Harlan would pay for his betrayal, Marta would take the fall, and Ransom’s bank account would remain full.
And the cherry on top? He now had an alibi, and he got to spend the rest of the night buried in your sweet little cunt.
Ransom never had someone obsessed with him before, but this was definitely working in his favor. And when it didn’t anymore? When he got even the slightest hint that you were running that pretty little mouth of yours?
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okay <3 I'm very fond of The Boys Retiring apparently but I have this one fic that I've just barely started but it's probably gonna be long.
So au Jeremiah going crazy plotline never happens. it's just chaos of chaos' sake. Rome still gets shot and is out of the picture for awhile. Jonathan and Jervis are up to no good until Jervis gets arrested (Jonathan very rudely does not give a fuck and doesn't help him) then like a week later Jerome emerges and together they cause chaos.
After a seemingly only Jerome attack on the gcpd (jim voice: that knockout gas hasn't been identified, tho. could be Crane.) Jim and Harvey are searching around the gcpd for any stragglers of Jerome's followers and such and whoops they check an alley and completely interrupt Jerome and Jonathan's post mission adrenaline rush bang and after some awkward back and forth (and Rome admitting he tossed his gun the moment he saw Jon) Jim is like "fuckin idiots. please cuff yourselves."
As they're leading them away Harvey makes a snide comment calling them freaks (bc Jerome made a joke about handcuffing Jonathan) and Jonathan does Not take it well and promptly elbows him and bolts, and Jerome quickly follows. Jim and Harvey take fire but the boys are able to duck out of the alley unscathed.
or so it seemed. Jerome looks back to not see Jonathan. He of course immediately turns back and oh god Jonathan is on the ground and there's blood and Jerome is panicking and getting angry because and Jim Fucking Gordon shot his boyfriend in the lung and hes probably dying.
this got long whoops one sec
Jim. feels very bad. he has very much so always felt bad about Jonathan. he always thought if he'd been quicker he could have saved him from his dad's serum. if he payed more attention to his case afterwards he wouldn't have gotten sent to Arkham. Abused there. Wouldn't have become Scarecrow. And now he just shot him. he's just a kid, really. barely 18.
Jim of course is like "okay, be mad later and help me stabilize him. get him on his side, put lots of pressure." in the bg Harvey is calling an ambulance and a patrol car to take Jerome to the precinct. Jerome very fiercely fights that he's not leaving Jonathan, who at this point is very out of it. So out of it that Jerome is very concerned and Jim is like "uhh yeah he's in shock because his lung just collapsed" and Jerome is like👌this close to strangling Jim but that would mean taking pressure off of Jonathan's wound.
Patrol car is there, ambulance another few minutes out. Officer switches places with Jim so he can take Jerome to the precinct [AND THIS IS WHERE I LEFT OFF WRITING SO FAR] but Jerome is still refusing but he eventually manages to pull him away (Harvey replaces him to apply pressure) While they're driving to the precinct Jim awkwardly tries to reassure him that Jonathan will be okay, the operation to help him rarely has complications. Jerome doesn't respond and Jim just... politely pretends he doesn't hear Jerome biting back sobs.
They keep Jerome in one of the interrogation rooms while Jim ya know washes all this blood off himself (Jerome is still covered in it) I haven't thought much about this portion of the fic, it's moreso time filler for until Jonathan gets out of surgery. Probably just gonna be Jerome refusing to talk to anyone until he can see Jonathan. Eventually Jim gets a call from Harvey that Jonathan is out of surgery, stable, and just waking from anesthesia so it would be the perfect time to interrogate him and Jim reluctantly agrees.
Jim, though, does have a heart and informs Jerome of the news and he immediately flips and demands to see him but Jim keeps refusing until Jerome yells "I'll stay in Arkham peacefully for the rest of my life if I can just get some time with him!" Jim reluctantly agrees (and helps clean him up bc they're not gonna bring him in covered in blood)
When they arrive Harvey has already been questioning him for a bit but it hasn't gone far bc Jon is still loopy and very good at avoiding questions. The moment he sees Jerome he tries to get out of bed except he's been quite literally strapped down to it so that doesn't go well. Harvey steps back and lets Jerome sit by Jon
We get very soft times from the pov of the awkward observers. Rome holds Jon's hand, occasionally strokes his face and hair and kisses his cheek while they're quietly talking and it's all very sweet and so incredibly uncharacteristic from what they're used to seeing from. well. maniacs.
As Jon really starts to get more lucid it's clear he's not comfortable being strapped down at all, he's constantly testing the straps and squirming and Jerome starts to unstrap him but Jim is quick to protest, saying he has to stay in bed and they can't risk him trying to escape while injured and Jerome snaps "he's not going to escape! he's going to stay and cooperate. He just doesn't like the straps. They did that to him in Arkham." Jim lets Jerome finish unstrapping him. they talk quietly some more for a bit before Harvey interrupts like "hey we really got to uh. talk and shit." and they both agree so the four of them sit there and after a moment of silence Jerome goes
"I'll agree to go to Arkham and stay if Jonathan can be pardoned. Blame it on temporary insanity-- something. Anything to keep him from going back there. He can function in society-- he can." Jonathan reluctantly nods and agrees
"Arkham tried giving me a medication. it quieted the Scarecrow. made it easier to ignore his suggestions and the urges he would give me. I refused to take them... But I'll take them now. If I can visit Jerome in Arkham."
Jim and Harvey of course initially protest but Rome and Jon make a really good argument. It's clear the arrangement was something they'd talked about before, but was still painful to enact. They clung to each other's hands, shaking. They didn't like the idea of being seperated. Being together kept them sane but Jerome refused to have Jonathan go back to Arkham. it had been a long argument and a lot of convincing before Jonathan agreed to the plan of Jerome going to Arkham alone.
So.... it happens. There's an actual trial this time (bc Negotiations) Jonathan is still too hurt to attend in person so lawyer in his stead and such. Jonathan watches the news with tears in his eyes in his hospital room as they get everything they planned. As Jerome gets carted off past a jeering crowd into an Arkham inmate transfer van.
I don't have much past this point. I imagine part of the deal has Jonathan being some sort of city/state ward for awhile? he's technically an adult but he'd been in basically prison since 15, so he has help getting set back up. I imagine a filler chapter of a Very Mundane Day of Jonathan's life.
Wakes up in his shitty little apartment. takes his morning meds. has a shitty poptart breakfast (he never really liked them until Jerome introduced him to the cookies and cream flavor) Goes to some classes (he's learning psychology...) where he pretends to be a normal person. Works after school (he's a library assistant.) Gets home and ponders if he needs glasses (glasses jonathan supremacy.) Has a shitty dinner while he emails his court ordered therapist that yes he is doing perfectly fine (that's a lie) no he doesn't need to see him this week, that panicked email in the middle of the night was absolutely nothing. Takes his night meds. Does homework or studies until he passes out. Rinse and Repeat until Saturday.
Saturday is his one good day. That's his Jerome day. His therapist notes an immediate uptick in his mood on Saturdays for approximately 4 days until it rapidly drops to concerning levels. Seeing Jerome sort of... Resets him. Cant quite say happy, how can you be happy when you can only see the love of your life your boyfriend for two hours once a week? For a long time they weren't allowed to touch, Jerome was handcuffed to the table. Now they hold hands his entire visit and sit close enough to whisper to each other softly, and they try to sneak kisses when the guard looks away for a moment.
Jerome's therapist notes his mood stabilizes on Fridays and lasts until Tuesday, in which he returns to the expected maniacal behavior.
....
okay I have more I want to write about this but I have to start getting ready for work so :( please enjoy this <3
you get three from the same wip (all with a common theme)
His blood soaked hands shook against Jonathan's chest-- which rose and fell weakly.
By the time Jim was seated behind the wheel, bloodstained hands sticking to the leather, Jerome had quieted, but a quick glance in the rearview mirror showed his furious expression.
He hated how familiar the process of washing blood off his hands was; soap, warm water, scrubbing the stains.
I'm gonna write a bit more o my scarejokes eventual retirement story... 2! then share it here as a treat. I don't plan on properly publishing it on ao3 until I've written a nice big chunk of it (so I can slowly upload all the chapters over time as I work on the next ones! atleast that's The Plan.)
also. I should probably make a real title for that one. rn it's just called "caught" in my google docs and that's lame (my original concept before it got hit with the angst was literally "okay but what if Jim caught them fucking in an alley" and the title is just. still here.)
