summary: polar opposites forms a quiet bond that slowly develops
warnings: emotional vulnerability, insecurity, slow burn, romance, mild angst, injury recovery, i just came back so thats probably a warning,,, cut me some slacks plz...
w.c: 1,779
the butterfly mansion always seemed to exist in a world separate from everything else.
while demon slayers spent their nights fighting creatures hidden beneath the cover of darkness, the mansion remained bathed in soft sunlight and the scent of medicinal herbs. wind chimes swayed gently beneath the eaves, their songs blending with the rustle of leaves and distant laughter from the younger girls helping around the estate.
it was peaceful.
perhaps too peaceful.
especially when compared to the boy currently trying to destroy one of the recovery rooms.
another crash echoed through the hallway.
you paused only briefly while carrying a basket of freshly washed linens. the girls around the mansion barely reacted anymore. after nearly a week, everyone had become accustomed to the boar-headed slayer’s outbursts.
the first few days had been exhausting.
he had fought every treatment, every medicine, every order to remain in bed. yet somehow, despite all of that, he was still recovering far slower than everyone else because of it.
you couldn’t quite bring yourself to be annoyed.
every time you passed his room, there was something strangely familiar about the frustration hidden beneath all the shouting. it reminded you of a frightened animal refusing help because it didn’t know what else to do.
perhaps that was why you found yourself lingering near his room more often than necessary or why you always volunteered whenever someone needed to bring him meals.
you weren’t entirely sure but you knew that everyone else seemed relieved when you offered.
the room was unusually quiet when you arrived that afternoon.
sunlight spilled through the open window, painting warm patches of gold across the floorboards. the scent of medicine lingered faintly in the air.
for the first time, inosuke wasn’t yelling.
he was asleep.
you stopped in the doorway.
his boar mask had been tossed carelessly onto a nearby chair, revealing features that seemed almost too soft for someone so wild. strands of dark hair fell across his forehead, shifting slightly whenever a breeze drifted through the window.
it felt strange.
you had grown so used to seeing him charge through hallways like a storm that seeing him still was almost unsettling.
carefully, you stepped inside and placed the tray beside his bed.
you intended to leave immediately. but instead, your eyes drifted toward the bandages wrapped around his arms.
new injuries.
some old ones hadn’t fully healed either.
your chest tightened.
all demon slayers carried scars because it came with the job.
still, there was something sad about seeing someone your age carrying so many.
before you realized what you were doing, your hand reached toward the blanket that had slipped halfway to the floor.
you pulled it higher over his shoulders.
the moment your fingers brushed the fabric, bright green eyes snapped open.
you nearly jumped out of your skin.
for several seconds, neither of you moved.
then embarrassment rushed through you all at once.
“sorry.” you murmured the apology that escaped before you could stop it. you lowered your gaze immediately, preparing yourself for confusion, annoyance, or perhaps another loud complaint.
instead, silence followed.
when you finally looked up, inosuke was staring, as though he couldn’t understand why you were apologizing.
but it wasn’t an unfamiliar expression because you had seen it before and people rarely understood. they didn’t understand why you apologized for every inconvenience, every interruption, every mistake no matter how small. sometimes you didn’t understand either.
it had simply become part of you, since it was easier to apologize first than risk upsetting someone later.
inosuke frowned. genuinely frowned, not the type of frown he displays on his faces whenever he challenges someone to a fight.
you found yourself looking away first. for some reason, that expression made your chest feel strangely exposed.
the silence stretched between you.
outside, birds sang somewhere beyond the gardens.
a warm breeze carried the scent of wisteria through the open window battling with the medicinal smell.
eventually, you offered him a small smile. and for a moment, his frown disappeared. before you left the room, you noticed his gaze following you all the way to the door.
you would think very little of it at the time.
after all, inosuke was difficult to understand due to his thoughts moving in strange directions, his actions rarely made sense, so it wasn’t unusual for him to stare.
what you didn’t know was that after the door slid shut behind you, he remained awake. just staring at the place where you had stood.
thinking about the way your hands had adjusted the blanket, the worried look that had crossed your face when you saw his injuries, or about the strange ache that settled in his chest when you smiled at him.
an ache he didn’t yet have a name for. but it was definitely one that would only grow stronger with every passing day.
if someone had told you a month ago that you would become friends with inosuke hashibira, you would have politely smiled and assumed they were joking as you two were polar opposites.
he was loud where you were quiet, reckless where you were careful, confident where you constantly second-guessed yourself.
yet somehow, somewhere between medicine deliveries and recovery checkups, the distance between you had slowly disappeared.
it happened so gradually that neither of you noticed it at first.
one day, he was simply another injured patient.
the next, he was someone who shouted greeted you whenever you entered a room.
and then, somehow, he became the person you looked for first whenever you walked through the mansion.
the realization startled you more than it should have.
because friendships had always been difficult.
you spent so much time worrying about saying the wrong thing, becoming annoying, or burdening people that you often kept your thoughts to yourself because it was easier that way.
inosuke, however, had somehow bulldozed straight through every wall shinobu kocho possessed without even realizing it.
he never seemed bothered by silences nor expected long conversations. never looked annoyed when you stumbled over your words. if anything, he seemed content simply existing beside you.
which was why you found yourself sitting beneath one of the large trees near the edge of the property one afternoon, quietly sorting through the beads for your small hobby while he sprawled across the grass nearby.
it was peaceful.
after a while, you glanced over.
inosuke had somehow fallen asleep.
you couldn’t help smiling.
he looked completely different when he slept, all the sharp edges disappeared as well as his spiked energy.
when he slept, he simply looked like a boy.
he must have felt the presence on him because one eye suddenly cracked open.
you nearly dropped the beads.
“i wasn’t staring.” the words escaped immediately.
his eyebrow lifted.
you felt heat rush into your face.
“…sorry.”
his groan echoed through the garden.
you laughed quietly.
and for some reason, that seemed to make him relax.
he closed his eye again.
a few moments later, you found yourself returning to your work with a smile still lingering on your face.
beside you, inosuke smiled too.
though neither of you noticed.
friendship with inosuke came with many unexpected things.
for example, he followed you everywhere.
at first, you assumed it was coincidence.
then you noticed it happening every day. he always seemed to appear whenever you were busy—whether you were organizing supplies, carrying medicine, or tending to injured slayers. sometimes he didn’t even speak. he simply lingered nearby.
another time, he appeared while you were hanging laundry.
without a word, he grabbed half the basket and started helping.
you stared as inosuke stared back.
neither of you said anything.
he continued hanging clothes.
badly.
very badly.
you spent most of the afternoon fixing them after he left.
but somehow it remained one of your favorite memories.
because nobody had ever looked at the basket in your hands and decided to help before.
most people simply assumed you would manage
and you always did.
but inosuke never seemed to notice which tasks belonged to you and which didn’t.
if something looked difficult, he helped. if something looked heavy, he carried it. if someone upset you, he became visibly hostile toward them for the rest of the day.
his kindness wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t even particularly subtle.
it arrived in the form of grumbled complaints and dramatic declarations. it showed itself through awkward attempts to help whenever he thought someone had wronged you.
but it was there and over time, you learned to see it hidden beneath all the noise.
—
the first time you truly confided in him happened by accident.
it was late.
most of the mansion had already fallen asleep.
the moon hung low above the gardens, bathing everything in silver light.
you sat alone on the engawa with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
you hadn’t intended to stay outside.
you simply hadn’t felt ready to return to your room. your mind was crowded with worries—whether you had done enough, whether you had made mistakes somewhere throughout the day, whether everyone secretly found you exhausting to be around, and whether your kindness was truly genuine or simply an attempt to make people tolerate your presence.
you were so lost in them that you didn’t notice someone approaching until a familiar voice interrupted the silence.
“oi.” inosuke said as he sat beside you.
for a while, neither of you spoke.
then—
“you’re sad.”
“…am i?” you blinked as you looked down at your hands because you immediately knew that it wasn’t a question.
“yes.” his answer came immediately.
for a long moment, you debated brushing it off.
pretending everything was fine, you had become very good at pretending. yet somehow, sitting beside him felt different.
and before you realized it, words began slipping free.
small ones at first.
then more.
you told him things you had never told anyone about constantly feeling like a burden, apologizing too much, worrying people only liked you because you were useful, about how exhausting it was to carry those fears alone.
then you finally stopped speaking, the silence felt terrifying.
you regretted it instantly.
you shouldn’t have said so much.
you shouldn’t have placed those worries on someone else.
you shouldn’t have—
“that’s stupid.”
you froze and your heart sank.
you should have—
“not you.”
you looked up.
inosuke was frowning but not at you instead at the idea itself. “the people who made you think that.” he said, offended. as though the thought of someone making you feel that way genuinely upset him.
“you’re nice, you’re always helping people.” he huffed while he crossed his arms. “and you’re funny.”
your eyes widened because you had never once considered yourself funny.
but inosuke nodded firmly and added. “and if anyone thinks you’re a burden, they’re an idiot.”
and after that night, things changed.
you found yourself opening up more, sharing stories, worries, and pieces of yourself that usually remained hidden. and in return, inosuke began sharing pieces of himself too
most of the time he spoke carelessly yet sometimes awkwardly. but whenever he trusted you with those parts of himself, you listened.
perhaps that was why he kept returning.
because for the first time in his life, he had found someone who listened without judging.
may I please request inosuke with reader who works at the butterfly mansion? (Like kinda platonic but a little romantic? If that makes sense) but Totally ok if not tho!! So sorry for the trouble! reader is super sweet and kind and innocent and gentle and overall just a big softie. like always puts others above herself and will go out of her way to do something nice for someone else. reader is also quiet and anxious and kind of puts herself down. Like she apologizes just for speaking or existing, and is terrified of being a burden (doesn’t show it though, she doesn’t want others worrying about her). Inosuke first meets reader while healing at the mansion, and they (somehow?) become friends, and become really close, and start confiding in each other with a close friendship aww. Like innocent reader and wild boar inosuke being bestest friends yay. And bonus if they start crushing on each other just a tad bit!! like they never actually date yet but they start to like each other a lil — anonymous
"WORST REGARDS, YOUR KARMIC RETRIBUTION" — yang jeongin.
they say success is the best revenge, but sabotage feels better.
word count: 5.8k
pairings: jock!jeongin x nerd!reader
genre: fluff, humour, high school au, one sided enemies to lovers, slow burn, loosely inspired by i hope this doesn't find you by ann liang
warnings: swearing, partying, kissing, biblically accurate (religious) jeongin, everyone is the same age except chan, no use of y/n + gn reader, reader is literally evil incarnate plz dont do this irl ;;
playlist: ivy frank ocean, sexy to someone clairo, everybody talks neon trees, i can't radiohead
a/n: dedicated to @allforhee & all the other i.n stans out there :3 enjoy!!!
You know a lot of things. You know that the idea of zero was invented by an Indian mathematician and astronomer named Brahmagupta. You know how to recite your future Valedictorian speech in Latin. However besides these things, you also know that most things in life are pretty much uncertain.
Except your hatred for Yang Jeongin. That is your probability of 1.
Although your best friend Kim Seungmin says that your probability of 1 should probably be the fact that you’re a damn sore loser.
So when classes started to end and your school’s sports day rolled around, everyone knew not to cross your path. Either they would be on your team, or they wouldn’t even get near you. You’re not even that athletic; in fact, you can barely work out to save your life. But you’re the brains, the mastermind, of your team’s strategies. It’s like that saying, if you can’t beat ‘em, outsmart ‘em, or something like that.
You knew you were winning, or at least you thought you knew. Because just when you were about to cross your final lap of the track and field match, the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of Yang Jeongin’s infamously cordial grin. Disturbed by the audacity, you stop in your tracks to look at his friends sitting on the bleachers and feel a rush of satisfaction rush back in when you see them petrified for their friend’s questionable actions.
He won, of course. And though you took home five more gold medals than him that day, something about the utter disrespect of stealing the spotlight from somebody so clearly feared for a reason unsettles you.
Which is why you’re currently writing a letter to him threatening to take away his position in the basketball team if he doesn’t earn back your respect that he lost from a sports day event three years ago.
It’s less of a letter and more of a drafted email, since you’re not writing it by hand; he doesn’t get to have that sort of power over you. You’re not sending it either. God, no. You’re not that insane.
It’s simply a form of coping, nothing more. You’d reckon if you were to ask a therapist about this method, they would think it’s stellar. It’s like journaling… except instead of self-reflection, the end goal is to live in the delusional cloud where your nemesis knows and fears how much you hate them.
Do whatever your wretched soul can manage to revert back to the regular human state— that is, being absolutely petrified of my existence. Otherwise, say goodbye to that pretty “varsity basketball” title you adore so much.
A smirk twists upon the edges of your lips as your gaze fixes on the words you’ve just typed out. What’s the word for when you gain pleasure from the idea of torturing somebody else? You’re sure ‘sadist’ doesn’t apply when you only crave the suffering of one specific person.
You consider rewriting the entire letter on paper, for the sole purpose of leaving a crimson lipstick stain on the envelope for him to unseal. You don’t even use red lipstick, but perhaps the Irene Adler-ness of it all might subconsciously trigger a flight or fight response from him, as most stupid teenage boys do when faced with distinct power.
When other people fall asleep to daydreams about their crushes, you often drift away to slumber through the relaxation brought upon you from fantasizing about Yang Jeongin on his knees, begging for your forgiveness.
You would have fallen asleep to that dream for yet another night, but your best friend Kim Seungmin rang your phone. Now, if it was any other night, you would have sent him death threats and went back to your fantasies. However you had just asked Seungmin for a very special favor, so you decide to pick up.
“This better be about what I think it is,” you start. “I won’t put up with your post-exam depression bullshit tonight.”
“Don’t worry about that, I managed to get extra credits for everything.” Thuds and crackles fill the audio from the other side of the phone, and you can practically smell Seungmin’s bag of chips and old dusty laptop opening on his desk. “I got what you asked for.”
“Good, just forward it to my email.”
“I don’t understand why you would need it, though,” Seungmin’s voice is muffled by the chips in his mouth. “I mean, the team’s orders at Lucy’s Diner? Seriously? If you had a crush on one of them, you know I could just set you up, right?”
“Ew, I would never!” You fake gag, earning a chuckle from the boy on the other line. “C’mon, you know I have too much self respect for that.”
“I think you mispronounced blatant narcissism and self obsession.”
The two of you go back and forth teasing one another for another moment until you urge Seungmin to send the list to your email. He inquires once again but you only brush him off, coming up with something about helping out at Lucy’s for the summer. Which wouldn’t be a complete lie, technically, if all went well.
You know you can’t tell Seungmin about your plan. Not right now. He’s reached that stage of being a teenage boy where he started developing attachment and empathy towards others, and now he’s practically attached at the hip with the rest of the basketball team. All he knows is that you hate Jeongin, and that’s enough for now.
And sure, this whole situation has made you question if you were actually a sociopath, but it needs to be done. You consider it a fair service to the community for taking down another straight male with no brains and a huge ego. They don’t know it yet, but he’s the common enemy.
Soon enough after the sports day incident you had come to the conclusion that if nobody could hate Yang Jeongin, you would make him hate you so much until a primal, animalistic desire to destroy you would take over his spirit. You assume he’d do something so utterly terrible, as men do, then afterwards everyone would finally see with their own two eyes that he is just like every other man in this cruel world. If anything, you’re volunteering as a sacrifice!
So as you zone out on Seungmin’s newfound amusement in the way Mr Marks’ glasses make him look like Chicken Little, you switch your tabs to open the sacred document.
In big, bold letters it reads OPERATION 143: 1 ENEMY, 4 PHASES, 3 YEARS.
The document itself already has over 25 pages, written in detail about your genius ideas to slowly infiltrate your enemy base from the inside out— most worked, but some of them just ended in your loss of dignity. You had even taken ideas from books and films like Parasite to further enhance its artistic integrity. These last three years were a performance, and Jeongin’s life is your stage. You have now entered phase four, and this is your closing act; nobody can steal your spotlight.
Contrary to the precise executions of your past eras, phase four is abstract. Its main goals are to disrupt Yang Jeongin’s peace as directly as possible, whilst leaving as little trail as possible. This, paired with the built up tension from the previous phases, is going to set in motion a domino effect, leading to the collapse of your greatest enemy’s social stature.
Accidentally letting a particularly mischievous giggle slip under your breath, you look back at the email you were drafting to him. You know exactly how to end it.
Careful where you run, Yang Jeongin.
Worst regards,
your karmic retribution.
This is your least favorite time of the year: the period just before summer break. Exams are over, so most teachers let students roam free during their lessons. But not going to school at all can take away from your total attendance, which then goes on your report card, so most students spend their school days sitting around in boredom and watching the sports teams play.
seungmo: Do u wanna come to practice
seungmo: Jisung bought cheesecake for everyone and I don’t want mine
seungmo: I don’t want him to take mine tho lol
That was fifteen minutes ago, and now you’re sitting on the bleachers on a date with a delicious slice of blueberry cheesecake and iced coffee, absentmindedly watching your best friend practice. Despite your close ties with Seungmin, you’ve never really been interested in the other team members— except for the occasional trading of homework answers with Jisung. Ever since middle school, you’ve sort of established that you want nothing to do with people like them: rowdy, sporty, and popular. Seungmin once noted that you say “popular” like it’s a slur. You couldn’t disagree.
“So… Karmic retribution, huh?”
You freeze.
“Pardon?” You turn around, only to be faced with the one and only Yang Jeongin.
“Karmic retribution?” He inquires further, expecting you to get the hint. “Y’know, what you called yourself in your… email? Death threat? Not sure what to call it, actually.”
Oh shit. Oh fuck.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude,” you laugh off the question. “I don’t even know your name, let alone your email.”
“Well, that’s clearly a lie, since your name is on your email address. And my name was in your… Seriously, what should I call this thing?”
Fuck fuck fuck. You must have accidentally hit ‘send’ when you fell asleep on the phone with Seungmin. That prick; he always manages to embarrass you somehow.
“Listen, I didn’t even know you go here. I had to ask Chris if he knows which one you are, and you just happened to be here right now.” Jeongin rakes his fingers through his stupid gross sweaty damp hair, then dragging his palm across his face in exasperation. “Whatever I did to you, I’m really sorry.”
“What do you mean you didn’t know I go here?” You’re baffled, truly baffled, and you basically lost control of your body when you heard those words. Suddenly your voice can be heard by anyone within a ten foot radius, and if it weren’t for that they would have thought you were about to smother him with kisses by the lack of distance between your bodies. “I’ve been here since fucking middle school! I sit behind you in Spanish— I ask you for a pen every two and a half weeks only to lose it every single time. You’re saying you don't remember me?”
“Oh, that’s you? My bad. You sit behind me, so I didn’t really get to see your face up close.” Jeongin doesn’t even flinch at the proximity of your faces. He simply gives you a brief look up and down and goes, “Now that I am seeing you up close, you’re the one that always hangs out with Seungmin, right?”
Then it hits you: this is the universe sending you a signal to initiate phase four. Sure, him not remembering who you are might have set you back by a few milestones, but who’s counting? (You are. You always are.)
If anything, you’re grateful for the redirection, because now you know that before you can ruin him, you must first build him up.
“Alright, look,” you begin, taking a step back to put some inches between the two of you. He reeks of rubber and soda, the stench makes you ill. “Let’s start over, shall we?”
“‘Kay, cool,” he says with a nonchalant shrug. “See you around, I guess…?”
“Wait, that’s it? You’re not even gonna ask why I hated you in the first place?”
“Doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re already starting over.” The genuine lack of irritation in his face makes you curl your fists and fight the urge to give him a black eye. “Plus, you’re one of those nice smart kids. I don’t have beef with your kind.”
And for the first time in your life you wanted desperately to become popular, because maybe then Jeongin would take you seriously.
But it’s fine. You’re going to destroy him regardless.
“Yo, not to interrupt this whole bonding thing we have going on, but I kinda need to head back to practice.” His voice snaps you back to reality. “Is that chill with you?”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s chill.” You muster up your most convincing smile for him. One time in fifth grade your drama teacher told you you’re a natural actor, and you pray to God those innate talents are still there. Now that you think about it, she may have just been calling you a liar.
For good measure, you give him an awkward thumbs up before walking away. When you make eye contact with Seungmin, he raises his eyebrow as if to ask what the fuck was that? You can only shrug in response. You have no idea either.
You sit back down on the bleachers, occasionally eyeing your target, feasting your eyes on the way his muscles flex under his baggy Radiohead t-shirt when he dribbles the ball around the court and the sweat that drips from his hair. You’re used to your own deranged behavior, but this feels almost perverse. Maybe it’s because you’re basically acquaintances with him now (the word makes you want to spit your cheesecake back up), or maybe it’s because you can’t help but let your stare linger on the cross dangling from his chain.
Gross, you think to yourself, as you keep your eyes on him for the rest of the day.
On the last day of school before summer break, the unexpected happens: the basketball team invites you to their party. Well, technically, they invited everyone. It’s supposed to be Bang Chan’s last party before he graduates, and he just so happens to be friends with every single student. Thus, you and Seungmin are now situated in front of his front door, waiting for him to welcome you in.
You don’t usually go to parties, and to be very honest nobody really expects you to. The reasoning is a bit pretentious, you suppose, but you truly just don’t believe in the necessity of rebellion in leading to better adulthood. However you do believe in yourself and your incredibly sexy intellectual prowess, and you have an operation to carry out, so tonight you let yourself let loose just a bit.
“Ah, there you guys are!” Chan greets you and Seungmin, ushering you inside his… house is an understatement, honestly, it’s a mansion. “Mingle around!”
You’re still out of place, you notice. Since you didn’t plan on actually drinking or dancing, you decided to come in your usual get-up of your dream university’s merch sweater and a pair of baggy jeans. You mentally cursed yourself for not realizing that all of Chan’s friends would be the cool, charismatic type.
Suddenly wishing you had stayed home instead, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, which was (fortunately for you) on the second floor, away from most of the crowds. When you get there, however, you’re met with Jeongin’s sharp gaze in front of the door.
“Been a while,” he states, leaning on the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Could I get you anything? A drink, maybe?”
“I don’t drink. At least not tonight,” you respond. Then you notice that his hands are also empty. “What about you?”
“Nah, I don’t do that stuff.” He shakes his head to enunciate his disapproval. “I don’t mind that the other guys do it, but I’m pretty religious, so…”
The devil perched upon your shoulder whispers hot but the angel on the other side exclaims what the fuck?
“Cool.” You stare at your shoes, thinking about how to turn this exchange into yet another round of revenge. When you get an idea, you beam up at him. “Wanna walk and talk with me?”
The moment he verbalizes his agreement, you grab him by the arm and rush downstairs. There, you do as you had suggested: walk and talk. Turns out Chan’s first floor is big enough for about thirty minutes of conversation.
When you get to the outdoor pool, you take off your shoes and dip your toes in the water with Jeongin following suit, sitting right beside you. Your conversation drifts to so many different topics— music, childhood TV shows, dating— you almost forget the reason why you brought him here. He’s observant, you notice, and he has thoughts on a lot of different things, something you didn’t think was possible. You always thought he was just dumb.
“Y’know, I was kinda flattered by your email, I’m not gonna lie,” he admits sheepishly.
“Pardon?” You look at him, puzzled. “Did you say flattered?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, no one really notices me like that.”
You stare at him, eyes blank and mouth agape. Surely this guy has gone insane, right? He’s one of the school’s most beloved students, by other students and faculty members alike.
“Like, I know they like me, but I don’t really stand out amongst the others. Chris is the friendly one, Minho is the mysterious one, Changbin is the strong one, Hyunjin is the artistic one, Jisung is the funny one, Felix is the kind one, Seungmin is the smart one, and what am I? I have all those qualities too, but they pale in comparison. People don’t have enough reason to hate me, but I know they think I’m boring. So being hated so passionately was kind of a big thing for me… I’m sorry, is that weird?”
If you didn’t want to slap him before, you sure as hell do now. How blindly privileged is this guy that his problem in life is not being the coolest guy on the varsity basketball team? You puff out your cheeks to hold back an exasperated sigh, and pull out a gentle smile instead.
“Jeongin, I don’t think people see you that way at all.” You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Have you ever considered that maybe they might just be a bit intimidated by you?”
This is exactly how your mother talks to you when you start crying about how nobody ever has a crush on you on a random Thursday night. God bless that woman for gaslighting you into a positive attitude.
“You really think so?” He looks at you with these wide puppy-like eyes and you finally understand what the girls on Instagram mean when they talk about ‘getting the ick.’
“Really,” you affirm with a bright smile.
“Thank you. That means a lot to me.”
Just as he pulls you into a warm embrace, you push him just subtly enough that he wouldn’t notice it until he’s falling into the pool. With a large splash, all eyes turn to the two of you. He comes up from the water, clothes and hair drenched, and you feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you when you finally see a distressed expression etch itself onto his features.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” You lie, faking your concern. “Are you okay?”
“I’m… I’m fine.” He climbs out of the pool, and you curse yourself for staring a little too long at his defined muscles under his wet shirt. Then, he turns to you and says, “Needed to cool off anyways.”
And he laughs. Laughs at himself and laughs at your befuddled face and laughs when Chan asks if he’s alright, shooting him a quick thumbs up before grabbing the nearest beach towel. When his other friends crowd around him, he laughs and laughs and laughs and it drives you fucking insane. The resonating sound of his laughter surrounds the backyard in an instant, and for a moment you wish you had drowned yourself in that pool instead.
“I will shove my middle fingers in your dimples,” you mutter under your breath, and you consider it a promise.
“Be right back,” he tells you before rushing to the nearest bathroom to change his clothes, playfully flicking droplets of water onto your face and ruffling your hair, dampening it.
You watch as he walks away, feeling a strange pang of guilt in your chest when you notice his smile faltering as people start to focus amongst themselves again. Now it’s your turn to laugh, half out of disbelief and half out of pure glee.
Everything is going according to plan.
“I didn’t push him.”
Lie.
“We were just talking.”
Lie.
“I still hate him.”
Lie?
Wow, three lies in a row. And to your best friend, of all people. This Operation 143 has really tested your moral compass, and it’s not looking great for you. No wonder why Seungmin is calling you at 3 AM, interrogating you about what the hell happened tonight.
“See, now, some of those statements kind of contradict each other,” he states. “I have no doubt that you still hate him, but I also don’t doubt the pure evil in your heart. You would have pushed him, and you wouldn't even be sorry about it.”
“Uh, well, you’re wrong,” you tell him. “Clearly you don’t know me that well then.”
“Whatever you say, but if one day you decide to come clean of your crimes, you owe me something. Something very very dear to me.”
At first you were nervous, because it’s obvious your best friend is on to you (note to self: be less evil on a day to day basis). But then you remember it’s your best friend, there’s only one thing he would want from you in this situation.
“Yes, yes, I’ll take you out for a fancy dinner,” you sigh. “That’s only if I confess my sins to you, Father Seungmin, and it’s not happening because I’m completely innocent.”
“Please never call me that again.”
“Noted.”
At that, your phone buzzes with a new notification. It’s from an unknown number, but you can see a display name. Jeongin.
~Jeongin: u up?
God, could this guy act more like a fuckboy? Somehow noticing the tension in the air despite your physical distance, Seungmin questions your mood.
“Jeongin just texted me.”
“Oh, so that’s what he wanted your number for.”
“Are you dumb?” You ask, but it feels more like an accusation. “Why the fuck else would he ask for my number, idiot?”
Seungmin makes a noise equivalent to a shrug, and you let it pass. You were just about to question him further about Jeongin asking for your number, but the man himself texts once again.
~Jeongin: wanna hang tmr?
“Ew,” you mutter quietly. “I think he thinks we’re friends or something.”
“Oh, right, I remember you don’t do those.” You can almost hear his eyes rolling at your annoyance at Jeongin. He’s expressed his disapproval for your one-sided rivalry many times, but you always bite back with words too vulgar to write down here.
“Yeah, you know you’re only my close acquaintance, right?” You turn your attention back to your phone, biting your thumb in deep thought. “I’ll be mean to him. Should send the right message.”
You need to change your technique anyway. Befriending him only to be annoying is only going to make him like you more, and betraying him out of the blue takes too much commitment. This is phase four, after all— you have such little time to get the job done. If you manage to succeed during senior year, people aren’t gonna care anymore because everybody is leaving anyway.
You won’t shy away from it anymore; it’s time to be direct. It’s time to be evil.
You: no.
Seungmin sputters out a laugh once you send the screenshot of your texts to him. “You couldn’t have even given him a reason why? God, you’re crueler than I thought.”
“Why can’t he just hate me back?” You whine, slumping your shoulders defeatedly. “Why is he so… So nice? What’s wrong with him?”
“Maybe he likes you,” Seungmin teases. “I kinda see the vision, actually. The nerd and the jock… Classic perfection.”
“You mean cliché,” you groan. “His type is probably other athletes or something. Popular people date popular people, Seungmo.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Seungmin continues in a sing-song tone, so you close your ears and make weird noises, a signal that it’s time for him to shut the fuck up.
jeongin (DONT RESPOND): oh
jeongin (DONT RESPOND): ok :[
A week later you’re sitting in front of the bus station, waiting for Seungmin to arrive. He had promised to take you to the new coffee shop that just opened up to get some work done as a means to get ahead of other students. Nerdy as it may be, this is your summer ritual with your best friend, and if you didn’t fulfill it by the beginning of the summer, the guilt is going to eat you alive until you won’t be able to properly enjoy your holiday.
The summer breeze (or lack thereof) feels like it’s burning you alive, so you pull off your usual sweater to reveal a tank top underneath. Huffing out in irritation, you send a quick text to Seungmin.
You: wru
You: why take so long
You: ur so not a gentleman this is why ur single
Instead of an answer, you receive a phone call in return. You pick it up. “Yo, where are you? I’ve been waiting here for fifteen fucking minutes, dude, I’m parched.”
“I brought a friend,” said Seungmin, completely disregarding your complaints. “Look in front of you.”
And there he is, walking towards you with none other than Yang Jeongin beside him, waving at you like a stray puppy. You close your eyes, trying to pretend for as long as possible that none of it is real. This is probably what I get for trying to sabotage someone out of the basketball team, you think to yourself, deciding to surrender to your fate and greet them with as much kindness as you can muster for the time being.
After approximately thirty minutes of sitting down and discussing the next academic year’s syllabus, you decide that that was the last bit of kindness in your heart. So when Jeongin leaves to go to the restroom, you waste no time catching Seungmin up on what you’ve actually been doing. The letter, the operation— everything.
“25 pages?” Seungmin asks you in disbelief. “My god, that’s a thesis.”
“It might as well be, at this point.” You nod solemnly at his comment. There’s no use denying anything; at your core, you’re just pure cruel and sadistic. At the very least you know your best friend will love you regardless, even if nobody else will.
“Listen, I love you, truly I do. But you’ve got to stop,” Seungmin grabs your shoulders and looks you dead in the eye. He has never looked this serious before and meant it. “He’s, like, falling in love with you.”
“Pardon me?”
“I know, I know, it’s your worst nightmare, and I know you don’t like him like that, which is why I’m telling you this. Stop now or you will break his heart even more.”
Just as you were about to respond, Jeongin comes back to the table. If he hadn’t, you’re not sure what you would have had to say. Would you disagree with even the thought of it, telling Seungmin he’s a liar? Would you have argued that if your plan were to work, Jeongin would hate you in the end anyway? Or would you have asked him how to make those feelings grow?
But no, no. He doesn’t like you, not like that. He’s just kind, that’s all. He can’t.
And the next hour passes by like torture, with both boys having to snap you back to the present moment about five times each. You couldn’t care less about the syllabus or the coffee or the new inside jokes you all made that day. All you could think about was how Jeongin’s hand would brush against yours when he borrowed a pencil, or the way his eyes would lock with yours when he laughed at Seungmin’s sarcastic remarks.
The entire time, your mind was calculating the probability of Jeongin actually being in love with you. Each answer was always too close to 1 for your liking.
You couldn’t get him out of your head.
To be fair, you never could. But it used to be about hatred. You used to find joy in boring two-hour classes because you knew you could just spend those two hours daydreaming about what Jeongin would look like with real tears in his eyes, with a scowl on his lips, with anything other than that damned smile.
You told your boss you’d be taking the night shift at Lucy’s for a while, because your days would be spent hanging out with friends on the holidays. This isn’t true at all, of course, you just found it more difficult to escape those Jeongin-plagued thoughts when you were about to drift to slumber. Unfortunately, this didn’t work the way you had hoped, because it turns out the diner basically doesn’t have any customers after 8 PM.
It’s almost 10 PM now, the hour when you’ll have to close up the diner. Nobody has come inside in the last forty-five minutes, so you figure it’s best to close up early. That way, you’ll get more time to scroll on your phone or read a book.
You should have seen it coming, really. You know you could never escape him. There, standing in front of the doors of Lucy’s diner, is your haunting, your shadow, your karmic retribution.
“I keep thinking about you,” he says, almost breathless, as he steps into the diner.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Like, five seconds,” he answers. Then, as if to emphasize his previous statement, he says, “You owe me sleep.”
“You don’t think that goes both ways?” You turn away from him, placing all the cleaning supplies on the bar counter. When you look back, he’s already eagerly striding towards you.
“What are you saying? That you want me?”
“I… I don’t know,” you mutter. You can’t look at him, not right now, not like this. You would break not just his heart, but yours as well. “I don’t know how I feel. I need a… an experiment or an investigation or something that I know is going to tell me if this is actually real, because I have no fucking clue what’s real anymore.”
Without another word, he places both palms on the counter behind you, trapping your body between his, and kisses you.
It knocks the breath right out of your soul. Every vessel in your brain is screaming at you, reminding you that it’s wrong and he’s not supposed to like you and you’re not supposed to like him back and that you sure as hell shouldn’t be kissing him at all, let alone your workplace.
Nevertheless, you can’t help it. Everything you knew has been proven wrong. Everything you have questioned has proven themselves to be true. You know nothing at all. You kiss him back.
Acknowledging your reciprocation, he lifts a hand to cradle your face, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone down to your jaw. He takes a step closer, pressing your body flush against his. You haven’t closed the diner; somebody could walk in at any moment.
Running your fingers through his soft locks, he takes the opportunity to trail his lips to your neck. It’s at this moment that you begin to feel everything, and it’s all too real too quick. You push him away, taking one brief glance at his disheveled hair and swollen, rose-tinted lips.
You know you shouldn’t. You know you’re being a coward. You know the answer.
Be that as it may, you still run.
seungmo: Bball game @ school tonight
seungmo: Idk what happened w u and jeongin but pls come to the game
seungmo: U know how much ive been looking forward to this
seungmo: I'll keep him away, i promise
You shouldn’t have gone. You should have stayed home, rotting in your room for yet another night, catching up on all the studying you missed out on when you went to that coffee shop with Seungmin, finding yourself tracing the shape of your lips when you’re deep in thought, recalling the way Jeongin’s felt on yours.
The truth is, you do know how much Seungmin has been looking forward to this match. He had realized long ago that you couldn’t care less about sports, but still he found your face amongst the crowd every single time. Even though you had such a deep scowl it made him chuckle every time he saw you, he felt his chest warm with affection at the act of being present.
This is one of those unconditional, unspoken rules you’ve established in your friendship. You would support him, and he would support you. You couldn’t have ditched this.
But as you approach closer and closer to the basketball court, you notice something amiss. By now, you should have been able to hear the rowdy chanting of other students. You should have already been blinded by the lights surrounding the court, considering it’s already 6 PM. You should have seen Seungmin waiting for you, but he’s not there.
Nothing’s there. Nothing but Yang Jeongin, standing in the middle of the court.
“I’m starting to think Seungmin is playing matchmaker,” you say as you walk towards him.
His face cracks into a fit of laughter, and it lights up the whole area. “You think?”
You’re close enough to him to see how puffy his eyes are— is he just exhausted or has he been crying? He’s silent for a second, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, before opening his mouth to finally speak.
“Listen, I—”
“No, no,” you interrupt him. “Let me speak first.”
“I used to despise you, as you already know. For a reason that is so stupid that if I said it out loud right now I’d pee myself laughing, probably. And I guess that hatred helped me cover up my insecurities, and that I couldn’t believe someone like me and someone like you could be with anything more than enemies.” At some point, you started looking into his eyes, and now you can’t seem to pull away. “You’re not boring, Yang Jeongin, not at all. You’re certain. You’re my probability of 1.”
“So… Moral of the story, I’m different from all the other boys, yes?” He teases, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer inch by inch.
“You think that’s the moral of the story?”
“Hell, no,” he chuckles. “The moral of the story is that sometimes you need to ditch that whole superiority complex and realize that you’re exactly like everybody else. You’re smart, yes, but you’re also stupid and naive and clumsy. And that’s completely alright. That doesn’t make you any less deserving of anything, it just makes you human.”
And as he tugs you into a kiss, you realize he’s right. It doesn’t matter what you know. Life is still uncertain, anyway, and the probabilities of most things are far less than 1. All you know is that whatever happens, you’ll be loved in the process.
Warnings: BDSM, choking, spanking with a wooden paddle, manhandling, blow job, sixty-nine, pussy sniffing, aftercare. Lemme know if there is anything else. And if warnings are not clear enough, this is an 18+ work. Mdni.
Word count: 3k+
Note: @nanibecute thank you for this idea. Had to pen this down. And sorry for the bad smut, still practicing😭 but thank you for fitting this scene in my head. 💓💓💓
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Your sweet sleep was being disturbed by something. But it was quiet. You tossed and turned in the bed, whining. Getting on your stomach, you threw your blanket over your head. The ticking of the clock and that unsettling feeling, like someone is watching ruined your sleep.
"Ugh, I don't think I will be able to keep my eyes open in tomorrow's lecture. This is so irritating!" You turned on your back and removed the blanket from your head and looked at the red numbers on the wall showing 2:00 AM we're staring at you.
But something else caught your eye.
On the left side of your bed, on the edge, you could see the silhouette of a figure through the moonlight coming from the window behind the figure. Its bright red eyes were drilling holes in your head. The thin curtains were waving around him and a cat with golden eyes was sitting on the window sill.
Your body got paralyzed. It was hard for your brain to comprehend. So you slowly backed away. The red eyes were following your every move. As you reached the end of the bed, you finally let out a voice.
"W-who a-a-are you? Ho-how did y-you g-g-get in?" The thing moved from its place and came forward… right in front of you. His face was just a few centimeters away.
You felt his right hand moving and going past you. He turned on the light. Then you were able to see his face. And oh boy was he handsome. His cat eyes, thin lips, sharp jawline, and structural nose were all so perfect. He had a black mullet cut with purple at the back.
'Did God themselves carved him this fine?' Your mind was filled with thoughts.
"Oh, you think that God would make The Lord of Demons?" His honey-like voice said.
'Fuck, he is so captive- wait… demon!?'
"What d-do you mean?" 'Get a grip y/n! And why fuck can't I move!?'
"Well, pretty lady, God won't make The Lord of Demons now will they?" He said.
"Wait- you can read my mind?" You realized.
"Pretty much, babe," his hand caressed the side of your face. Oh, they were so warm and soft.
"Do you think it's a joke!? How did you get in? You should leave before I call the cops on you!" You raised your voice.
"Sweety, you won't be doing that," he chuckled. "And how rude of me for not introducing myself… I am San," his face came closer, "and right now, I'm willing to take you with me."
"Where? I'm not going anywhere with you. Are you crazy or something!?" You tried to get away but couldn't.
"My dear, you will know. But for now, let's go. Let's not be late, I have some errands to run later on," the red-eyed man got up and stretched. He snapped his fingers and you were in his arms in the bridal style.
You gasped and clutched onto him tightly, confused about how you ended up in his arms with just a snap of his fingers.
"Close your eyes and hold me tight. It will only take a second. And don't worry, I'll bring you back," he whispered and stood on the window sill. You did as he said. You felt his cat sitting on your stomach when you finally felt the strong gust of wind. "Alright, you can open your eyes," San said as he gently dropped you back at your feet.
Your mouth gaped when your eyes took in the new surroundings. It was a gigantic house that looked like a thousand years old. It was dark brown with light brown details. You even noticed some red, lava-type, strips here and there. It all looked so wonderful and exotic. Something you would say is a dark academia aesthetic.
San started moving inside. You jogged to follow him up, still terrified of him. The cat was putting and jumped in your arms, and you held him close. The inside of the house was extravagant. It reminded you of the house in The Vampire Diaries but was even more luxurious.
You stood there in the middle, taking in the house. The cat jumped down and sat on the couch, snuggling to the cushion. "Now hurry up you human. We don't have all day. As I said, I have some errands to run."
San climbed up the stairs with you tailing behind, he opened up a door. It led to a large room. It almost felt like a ballroom but with lower ceilings. It had so many things, leather was the dominating one. The chains were dangling through the ceiling and walls. There were some handcuffs attached to the bed that was neatly made in the middle of the room. A bathtub was there at the corner too. Different types of chairs, if you sit in them, they would probably make your position a compromising one.
"W-what is this?" You asked in a tiny voice.
San scoffed, "your human brain really thinks that questioning about this would change what it is? Well, sorry to break it up to you but this is where the fun lies," he moved closer to you while undoing the button of his shirt, "this is my playroom."
As San removed his shirt, his well-built body was all out for you to appreciate. His broad chest and abs were worth drooling for. His biceps looked so killing, that you wouldn't mind suffocating between them.
"Oh, you so are a wild one," San read your mind, "good thing… I like it rough," he smirked smugly and held your arm and dragged you to the bed and threw you on it.
"No, wait-" you stopped him. "I-I don't want to."
"Baby, I'm not gonna do anything If you don't want… but you will regret missing this cock. I'll give you the best night," his eyes were manipulative.
Your mind went around his words. It's been a while since you had a nice dick in you. Would it be so bad to have one now? He is a demon, definitely fucks good.
With that thought in your mind, you nodded. But he raised his eyebrow with a smirk-
"Yes, I want this."
San moved closer to you. His right hand touched your ankle and caressed your skin, moving upwards. His free hand played with the hem of your shirt, as he moved his hand underneath it and caressed the warm skin of your sides. He got on the bed and sat in front of you on his knees.
Now both of his hands were holding your shirt and he swiftly removed it from above your head. You gasped as the cool air touched your body. You weren't wearing a bra because you were sleeping before. On instinct, you covered your breasts.
"Nah, don't cover. Let me see what God carved," he removed your hands away and cupped your boobs, and gently squeezed them.
San's free hand took a hold of your wrists and held them above, now laying on top of you. The hand on your breast moved above and something rattled. You looked where his hands were and saw enormous chains and leather cuffs hanging at the end.
San pulled your hands and tied them with the cuffs. He pulled on them to make sure they were a perfect fit. You felt exposed under him.
He cupped your face and came closer. You felt his warm lips on your jaw working towards your lips. As his lips reached them, he feverishly latched onto them. Taking your lower lip in between his teeth, he tugged them pleasantly.
You felt his warm and wet tongue swiping across your lip, asking permission to enter your mouth. You let out a moan and he grabbed the opportunity to explore inside your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, but you soon gave up.
San's warm hands quickly pulled her pajama shorts down and caressed her legs. And oh, the embarrassment drips over you when you realize you haven't shaved in two days and probably it's been over two weeks since you last shaved your pussy.
You tried to keep your spiky legs away from his hands. "Don't do that, beautiful. You are not letting me feel you the way your body deserves to be felt," the demon whined.
"I-I haven't shaved in a while," you sulked.
"Even better! It's been a while since I last felt them. They are hot if you ask me. Such a turn-on for me," his hoarse voice whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.
"Mmm, yeah?" You whined.
"Hmm, lemme show you, princess," he said and moved down, coming face to face with your covered pussy. There was a big spot of your arousal on the blue cotton panties you were wearing.
San smirked and buried his nose in your pussy and took a deep sniff taking in your sweet scent and moaned loudly. You were sure that it echoed in the whole house.
"So fucking sweet. I bet it tastes even sweeter… should I check it?" He looked at your scrunched-up face as you nodded and gave a tiny yes.
He quickly sat on his knees and tore apart the panties with one hot move. Now you were laying before him all naked. You clutched the sheets under you, feeling too much exposed under his burning eyes.
"Fuck look at you… I have never seen such a pretty sight. And I have seen plenty of it to be sure…" His face moved closer and gave a light kiss right on your pubic bone. He kissed all around your pussy. His thumbs caressed your folds and parted them. He didn't waste any time licking your dripping hole and sucking your clit. You both moaned like porn stars.
"So fucking sweet," his hot breath on your pussy felt so good. He latched onto your clit as his fingers found your entrance and eased his index and middle finger into you.
"F-fuck," you moaned, "give me more!" Your hands battled to get free from the cuffs to hold San's hair in your fist but failed.
Your moans got louder and louder when his fingers picked up the pace and drilled inside your cunt at an animalistic speed. No one has ever made you feel this good by just fingering and sucking your pussy.
"More!" You screamed as your climax came closer.
San stopped his movements altogether after feeling your climax on the edge. He got up and unbuckled his belt and removed his pants along with his boxers.
You looked at him and instantly felt more arousal flowing out of your pussy. His cock was gigantic. A full twelve inches long and at least five inches wide cock hanging there. Its head was angry red with a pool of precum on top of his slit and veins popping out of its length. His pubic hair was making it even hotter. You wanted to suck him off right there but your hands kept you in your place.
"Like it?" He smugly asks, already knowing the answer.
"Love it… how the fuck am I going to fit it in?" You asked with a horrified expression.
"I will make it fit, my love. Just relax for me and take what I give," San whispered and pulled out a bottle of lube just to be safe.
He squirted a good amount of lube in his hand and on his cock. Then he squirted a bit on your pussy too. He stroked his hard cock, smearing the lube all over it, and sat back in between your open legs. He rubbed the head of his cock on your folds and slowly eased his head into your pussy.
"So big," you moaned loudly as he grunted, "so fucking tight."
You felt full already, wondering how you are gonna fit it all in when you just feel so full from only his head.
"Breath, it will fit," he grunted after reading your thoughts. You did as he said.
San slowly bottomed out. He looked at your already fucked up face, eyes rolling at the back of your head. He looked down and moaned.
You looked at him and followed his eyes that were focusing on your belly and then you moaned loudly. There was a huge bulge in your belly. You could see the details of his head there.
"Fuck you are so fucking big," you moaned.
"This is so hot, baby," he grunted and pressed the bulge down causing you two to moan louder.
"Move, please," he slowly moved, and your back arched.
San picked up his pace with each thrust. He kept his hand pressed against the bulge, feeling it move up and down. His free hand curved around your neck and squeezed just enough. The sound of skin slapping was getting louder and louder along with your screams.
"Sanie! H-harder!" He followed your command and rammed harder into you. He was going at an animalistic speed by now. His nerves from the neck and arms were showing up and oh he looked so hot.
The Lord of Demons, indeed.
It didn't take much time for you to reach your climax. Your walls clenched around his length. It made it harder for him to move. But then you let the knot in your stomach go wild, squirting and cumming on his cock violently.
Your fragile body trembled and twitched. You have never squirted before and this sensation made you feel so light and hot. But—
"I never gave you the permission to cum," San stopped and removed himself from you. You whined at the empty feeling. "You will be served with punishment," San said in the sweetest voice.
You couldn't comprehend what he was saying, too busy processing your orgasm. Then you felt your hands being free from the cuffs as you tried to bring them closer but San held them and made you sit. You looked at him through your hooded eyes.
"First, punishment," he went away and opened a drawer and picked a wooden paddle. He then sat at the edge of the bed and held your hair harshly and bent you over his legs, his still hard cock pressed against your stomach. "Now be a good girl and count."
San swung the paddle and hit it across your butt cheeks almost immediately.
"One," you choked out as he left another hit again and again.
"You are not cumming without my permission ever again, do you understand?" He swatted the paddle.
"Tw-twent-ty fi-five… y-y-yes," you cried.
San dropped the paddle and looked at her ass. It was all bruised, red, and purple. He was sure that you won't be able to sit for at least a week or two.
He gently moved you and made you lay down on your stomach as he got behind you. He lowered his body and kissed your butt cheeks and caressed them with love. He never did this after punishing his past fucks. This time he wanted to make sure that you were okay.
"Y-you d-didn't cum," you pointed out.
"Don't worry about it," San kept on caressing and kissing your bruises.
"Can I suck you?" You asked while getting on your knees, "I want to do it," he couldn't resist your puppy eyes and gave in.
You sat on the bed waiting for him to guide you. He held your arm and guided you out of the bed and made you kneel on the floor. He stroked his hard cock.
"You are such a good girl for me…" he moaned when you took him in your tiny hands and gave him a lick at the slit.
He held your hair away from your face as you took his cock head in your mouth slowly, looking at him through the lashes. You could only take half of him. You tried to cover the rest of the length with your hands.
You bobbed your head, picking up a pace. His cock was hitting the very back of your throat where no cock ever reached. You gagged a little while taking him.
San moaned and couldn't hold himself back. He quickly picked you up and threw you on the bed and got on top of you. His face was facing towards your legs. He guided his cock back into your mouth and choked your neck with his other hand. He started fucking your throat. He saw and felt his length moving in your throat with each thrust. He removed his hands from your neck and bent down.
He opened your thighs apart and sucked on your sensitive bud. His movements made you moan around his lengthy cock. He was grunting around your pussy.
You felt your second orgasm coming. You tapped on his thighs to tell him. "Leggo," he grunted on your pussy as you let go. He licked you through your orgasm.
Not so long after, San felt his climax nearing. He fucked your throat harshly and let himself cum down your throat. Being the demon he is, he came much more than the average human.
San finally got up and looked at your fucked up face. His cum was running down from the corner of your mouth and your cheeks were tear-stained.
"Was I that harsh?" San asked as he picked you up and took you to the bathtub at the corner. He made you sit on the stool nearby.
You chuckled like a crazy woman, "I think you might have broken me," he looked at you and smiled.
"Yeah? Then I'll fix you up," he gestured for you to get in the hot tub that he instantly filled and dropped a lavender-scented bath bomb in it, "get in."
You stepped into the tub and sat back, letting your muscles relax, you sighed happily. You hear soft jazz music in the background that San just played. He came closer and got in the tub behind you. He made you relax against his chest, your head on his shoulder. His soft hands were caressing your sore muscles carefully.
"My butt is hurting," you chuckled.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, my love," San kissed your shoulder.
"Hmm, it was nice. I won't mind if you do it again," you looked up at him, "being fucked by a demon cock is better than anything."
San chuckled, "Maybe when your little butt is healed, we can do it again… for now, relax," with that you closed your eyes and snuggled against his chest as he pulled you closer.
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hi! could i request "please. please just listen to me.” with eddie plz
yeah ofc here you go love :)
warnings: angst, unrequited love, eddie realizing he likes you back when it may be too late
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you had been in love with eddie munson for as long as you could remember. when you first met him in the sixth grade with his buzzcut and dorky grin, he had captured your heart. that was the day you became friends and it didn't take long at all for you two to become best friends. but you wanted more with him.
it was always hard to be in love with your best friend because if you were to say something, would they laugh in your face? well, eddie wouldn't, but you feared it would change your relationship with him and you loved where you were with him now. you two were touchy best friends and if you told him how you felt, you were scared he would back off in that aspect and probably several others.
it became much more difficult when eddie came over to your house one day talking nonstop about chrissy cunningham. you knew of the girl. she was nice, pretty, wanted by many and now eddie was a part of that many.
you were glad you had robin. she knew of your secret—according to her, it wasn't so secret but you tried to hide it—pining for eddie and you knew of hers for tammy. when you two wanted to talk about them or wallow in your own self-pity, you'd gravitate toward each other. the day eddie shared the devastating news, you went over to her house and cried in her arms.
it took a while and you were still in love with eddie some, but you were accepting the fact that he didn't feel the same way and that he never would. his infatuation with chrissy had grown over time and the pain you felt every time he went on and on about her lessened each time.
chance coming into your life helped a good bit too. you never ever thought your heart would've fluttered for a basketball boy, but he did it. being paired for a science project forced you two together and you got to know each other. he had you laughing constantly and was an absolute sweetheart, plus it didn’t hurt that he was very pretty.
you'd just gotten back from your second amazing date with chance and heard a knock at your door a minute after you'd shut it.
"did you forget something, chan- oh, eddie, what's up? i thought you were gonna be with chrissy tonight," you told him, still standing there looking at him in confusion.
his hand came up to scratch nervously at the back of his head. "uh, yeah. can i come in?"
"oh, yeah! sorry, come on in." you moved out of the way and let him follow you into the kitchen where you were just getting some water. "so what's up?" you hopped to sit on the counter and looked at eddie. you'd never seen him so fidgety and unsettled.
"things aren't going to work out with me and chrissy," he said, leaning against the doorframe as he gauged your reaction.
"oh, why? what happened? i thought you really liked her."
he nodded. "i did."
"did?"
"i like someone else," he paused to see if you had any input but you were hanging onto his every word as he had your full attention. he let out a sigh before continuing, "i like you, y/n. i know it took me a long time to figure it out, but it wasn't until i got closer to chrissy and you got closer to chance that i realized that i'm in love with y-"
"don't say it." eddie was so focused on what he was saying that he didn't see how his words were affecting you. your eyes were cast down so he couldn't see the tears that filled them. "please," he could hear the desperation in your tone, "don't finish that sentence."
"please. please just listen to me, y/n. i-" he started but you cut him off again.
"no," you looked up to meet his eye, "you listen to me, munson. i have been in love with you the whole time i've known you and you have no idea how hard it has been, especially recently when you've been obsessed with chrissy. and now that i am finally feeling better and like someone else and that someone else likes me, you decide to like me back. i'm not having it because you aren't actually in love with me. you're just jealous that i'm not up your ass anymore and have my focus on someone other than you."
eddie had no idea you had loved him all this time and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of your attention shifting from him to chance. you'd never had another guy in your life until chance and eddie never wanted to be in someone's place more. when he was with chrissy, he wanted her to be you. and now, eddie had never felt more guilty.
"you're right," eddie mumbled while watching you wipe the tears from your cheeks, "but you've got one thing wrong."
"and what is that?" you asked when he took a pause.
"i am actually in love with you," he stated, his eyes staring into yours to make sure you were hearing him, "and i'm sorry it took me so long to figure out. i can tell chance really likes you and i don't want to do anything to mess that up. so let's just forget this, yeah?"
if you were thinking clearly, you would've protested, but you were angry, sad, and confused. "sounds good to me."
"i'll see myself out."
once the door shut behind him, more tears fell.
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You and your husband live in a cottage together in the forest.
Welcome to a day in your life.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, smut, slice of life au, domestic au, DO I EVER WRITE ANY OTHER KIND OF JUNGKOOK? No. I have a problem
Word Count: 5.4k
A/N: Well hey there. Look it’s Aqua, back with ANOTHER Jungkook domestic au. Seriously someone needs to stop me. This is just excessive at this point. Anyways, I freaking love you. Yes you. Hi, I love YOU. Ok bye.
this fic is dedicated to @bulletproofbirdy whom I love with my whole entire heart. The war has begun.
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Warnings: swearing, Jungkook abs, smut (18+ only plz)
Chaos is not something you’ve been apart of for quite some time.
You traded in your busy life of hustling and turned away the bustling city you were born in to retreat into what could only be described as paradise.
Sure, the bugs can be a bit overwhelming and mating season amongst your animal neighbors doesn’t provide the most serene of soundtracks but, it was home.
Home is now a small cottage nestled into the forest at the base of Mount Iridescence.
The exterior is made of smooth grey stone and the roof, which your husband laid by hand, is made from the finest oak the two of you could find.
Of course, the exterior is covered in greenery, it wouldn’t be a cottage paradise if it weren’t.
The front of the cottage is adorned with a massive flower garden full of white daisies, pink roses, yellow tulips and tons of baby’s breath.
Your porch served multiple purposes; housing the ridiculous amount of plants you’ve nursed, providing shelter to the occasional racoon or squirrel and, allowing you and your husband to watch the sun kiss the crest of the mountains every evening.
The interior of your cottage was intentionally simple. Other than your husband’s many homemade ceramic pieces, the main source of décor was of course, more greenery. White linen, chocolate colored clay and, delicate lace also accented the inside of your home.
Behind the cottage was essentially a small zoo, complete with a dozen chickens, a handful of geese, a cow named Jezabel, a llama named Su and, two baby bunnies named Floof and Tokki.
Beside the animals was a garden that provided many of the ingredients you use in your kitchen every day; broccoli, cauliflower, pumpkin, green peppers, jalapeños, garlic, thyme, parsley, tomatoes, strawberries, grapes and carrots. There was a lemon tree or two as well but, the garden was consistently expanded as you and your husband learned new ways to be better plant parents.
The point is, you had made yourself a nice little life in the forest.
An odd trip into town occurred every week or so as well as visits to friends and family but overall, life had resigned to the small nook in the forest.
You had never felt more at peace...
“JAGI,TOKKI IS MISSING!!!”
Your husband’s urgent call rips you out of your gratitude as you begin frantically looking towards the direction of his voice.
“What??? Are you sure?! We locked their little home last night didn’t we?”
You’re now questioning every life decision you’ve ever made and whilst you’d like to be absolutely certain you’d never do anything to endanger the lives of your two tiny fluffy children, the fear in your husbands voice is unsettling.
Finally he whips around the corner, his black hair flopping about as he does, eyes wide with panic.
“I can’t find him anywhere- I went to feed them and I can only see Floof!”
“You checked under the patch of bedding in the left corner? He’s always hiding under there...” You insure, your breathing slightly increasing.
He seems to deflate beneath your question and, suddenly a rush of pink comes across his cheeks, “I- well...ok I may have forgot to check underneath the bedding...”
He rushes out the last bit of his words before hastily running to the backyard. Despite your inability to keep up with your freakishly athletic husband, your anxiety is fueling your movements to the point that you aren’t far behind him.
“Excuse me Su, Jezebel! Ge-Get out of my way please!”
You hear him try and reason with the ladies currently blocking his path as he nearly trips over some stray chicken wire.
“Slow down!” You call after him, slightly out of breath as you see Jungkook halt abruptly in front of the baby blue hutch housing the bunnies.
“Hi Floof, sorry to bother you again I’m just gonna-” Jungkook murmurs into the hutch as you finally catch up to him.
Eagerly, you peak over his shoulder, heart wildly thrashing in your chest as you see him lift up the fluffy padding on the bottom of their home.
Sure enough, Tokki is sleeping soundly beneath the padding, his small caramel colored body curled into a little ball, completely unaware of the panic over his disappearance.
“Oh god...babe I’m so sorry, I just freaked out I thought- I thought I let him out because, I was the last one out here last night.”
You can hear the tightening in his voice and it sends a thousands pangs of sadness into your heart.
Kissing your teeth, you pull him into your chest, laughing gently as you pat his back.
“Hey, hey it’s ok sweetheart. He’s right here yeah? You’d never forget to lock them up.”
His hands quickly find the back of your cotton dress, clinging to you tigher than you’d expect before tucking his face into your neck.
With a kiss he mumbles, “ ‘m sorry I scared you, I was trying to finish all the chores since you worked so hard on the garden yesterday.”
“You’re so sweet.” You peck at his cheek, “And wonderful.” Another peck, “And amazing.” Peck. “And cute.” Your kisses move lower so they are focused on his neck, “And I love you.”
With the onslaught of kissing, Jungkook snickers and playfully wiggles away from you as the sensations overwhelm his sensitive skin.
Despite the bit of tears that stain his cheeks, his brilliant smile is out to play as his hands find your waist to pull you against him.
“Soft.” He teases, sniffling slightly but the love in his eyes is unavoidable, “I love you too...”
“You really want to talk about who is soft right now?” You quirk an eyebrow, “You’re still crying...”
At this he laughs, his body shaking as he pulls you in closer to him, the scent of his eucalyptus body wash enticing your senses.
“Shhhh...” He giggles, pecking the shell of your ear playfully, “Our children are safe, let’s just pretend this never happened.”
You giggle and shrink away from his kiss before your body seems to snap back like an elastic band, your arms wrapping around his waist.
“Fair enough. As long as you promise to check the ENTIRE hutch next time.”
He nods, smirking against the side of your head, “Deal.”
As you pull away from him, you feel a pang of regret, wishing desperately that you were able to stay near him for the entire morning.
Or the entire day...
Or the entire year...
But who’s counting?
However, cottages do not tend themselves and while you have the strongest urge to pull your husband into your bedroom, you know that there are chores to finish.
Jungkook’s eyes are on you, like he’s reading the script inside your head and as much as you’d like to convince him (and yourself) that everything in there is PG, you both know it’s not.
Newlyweds are like that right?
All passion, no pause.
Sex, love, touching, laughing, getting drunk off of one another...
It’s a daily occurrence.
The honeymoon phase isn’t supposed to last forever but, you’ve been back from your honeymoon for 4 years now and you swear you want him more than you did when you first met him.
He giggles then, like a school-boy, his eyes alight with mischief.
“Stop staring at me...” He tucks a finger underneath your chin, “Weirdo...”
His soft cherry lips tuck into yours then, slowly unwinding you with his kiss as his fingers delicately cup your face.
Of course you reciprocate, drinking up every bit of his affection that you can, your hands sliding beneath the white t-shirt that hangs loosely off of his body.
Jungkook shudders as he feels your fingers brush over his lower stomach, arousal beginning to bubble up in his gut.
However, you aren’t going to let his snarky comment go unpunished so as you peek an eye open you say, “The hutch is still open...”
With a pop, he pulls away from your kiss with wide eyes to check on the bunnies. Once he’s satisfied with their well-being, he gently shuts the hutch and turns back to you.
“Rude.” He remarks, trying to appear unamused, “I was literally trying to make out with you.”
A laugh leaves your lips, “You can make out with me later...” You lean in to peck the mole beneath his lip, “We have chores to finish.”
“wE hAvE cHorES to FInisH...” He mocks you playfully and snickers as he narrowly avoids your hand as you swat at him, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding you’re right...just c’mere one last time...”
Your eyes narrow in suspicion but because you are completely weak for him, you allow him to tug you against his chest once more.
“I love you Mrs. Jeon...” He vows but this time, you can practically taste the sincerity in his tone as he kisses the side of your head, then your cheek, then your lips, “I’ll see you in a bit ok?”
With nothing but warmth in your chest, you offer him a cheesy smile and give him a proper hug.
“I love you too Mr. Jeon...”
As the two of you part ways he turns around to continue his tasks revealing to you the sculpt of his ass within his black jeans.
And of course, you smack it.
Because, who the hell wouldn’t?
“Don’t forget the chicken coop!”
You yell as he jumps a mile high.
“YAH!” He calls after you, chuckling to himself, his cheeks reddening involuntarily.
The rest of the morning passes easily.
You harvest the various herbs and produce from your garden, clean the bathroom, organize the refrigerator after your grocery delivery and catch up on some of your reading before deciding to make some lunch.
Jungkook had been out all morning as well: tending to the animals, fixing some of the fencing, weeding, repotting some flowers and, mowing the front lawn.
He’s probably feeling the same level of hunger that you are so, you head out to the backyard to ask him what he’s in the mood for.
It takes a minute for you to find him but, when you do...you really regret that you did.
His white t-shirt has been discarded over the fence; the only left adorning his body are the dark wash denim jeans, his black work boots and, sweat.
Before he even notices your presence, he pushes his sweaty mop of hair away from his face, squinting at the ray of sunshine currently in his eyes.
He truly has no idea how attractive he is.
But you certainly do.
And you feel like you’re going to faint.
His wedding band catches the sunlight and it reminds you, once again, that this man is your husband.
Which is a fairytale within itself.
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, wincing slightly before his hand slides down to rub over his stomach (abs), signifying in his own way that he’s hungry.
Which causes you to remember why you came to find him in the first place.
“H-hey babe!’” You call gently, your voice wavering.
Eyes widening a bit, he hones in on the sound of your voice, his face lighting up as he sees you.
“Yah! There she is! Are you all done?”
You smile, adjusting your clothes and wishing that your knees were kissing the soft grass of the garden.
Nodding, you step a little closer to him, trying to avoid full-on eye contact, “Yeah, I just finished up, do you want something to eat? I was gonna make lunch...”
“That depends...” He maneuvers his head to try and catch your attention, his body bending slightly in the process, “Are you on the menu?”
He has the audacity to throw a smirk and an over the top wink your way before immediately cackling as you roll your eyes.
“Shut up...” You shake your head, trying desperately to fight the urge to smile at him but when his face lights up with laughter, you have no other choice.
“Are you????” He insists loudly as he turns to sling his shirt over his shoulder, “I’m starving.”
The way he says the last part of his sentence is less funny as there is clearly some humor disappearing from his tone but, his charming smirk remains on his lips.
As he strolls over to you and, you almost have half a mind to retreat back into the house because, your ability to keep from ogling at him is slowly fading.
“I was going to make something with the broccoli I harvested this morning...” You insist, playfully turning away from him when he tries to lean down and kiss you.
"Kiss meee...” He pleads, pouting his pretty lips, the sweat still very present on his figure, “I’ve been working really hard.”
The way he whines at you is actually kind of hot and, coupled with his slick backed hair and his shirtless torso, it’s getting hard to bring yourself to remember why you originally came looking for your husband.
You oblige, kissing the salt from his lips, indulging in the musky scent emanating from his body.
Jungkook doesn’t like to be dirty but ever since moving to the cottage, he’s fallen in love with working outside and doesn’t focus so heavily on being spotless.
“I came out here to ask you what you wanted to eat and, now you’re flustering me in the middle of our garden all over again.” You accuse, smiling against his lips, “You need to eat something, I didn’t see you take any fruit this morning.”
He rests his forearms atop your shoulders, grinning shamelessly, “If you weren’t so adamant on feeding me, I could be doing more than just flustering you.”
Jungkook really is an anomaly.
Hours earlier, he was crying into your neck over possibly letting out the bunnies and, now he’s using his charm and good looks to reduce you to a pile of lust.
Unfair.
“Did you not get enough last night? I’m pretty sure we were at it til after 1...”
Jungkook raises a brow, his grin never fading, “Did you? You’re the one pressing your thighs together right now.”
“No, I’m not.” You lie but, to be fair, you didn’t even notice you were doing it until he pointed it out.
“Yes you are.”
“No, I’m just standing here.”
“Babe, we’ve been together for how long now? I know when you’re in the mood. I don’t know why you can never admit it.”
Because you’re stubborn.
You take one of his hands, leaving one of his forearms over your shoulder as you press a chaste kiss to his knuckles, “I don’t know why you think I’m in a mood. I’m simply asking you what you want for lunch and, its quickly turning into an interrogation.”
It’s impossible to hide the smile on your lips because, he’s completely right.
You are in a mood.
You've been in a mood for hours now.
Jungkook smiles softly, unconvinced, his thumb coming up to brush over your bottom lip, “Ok. Whatever you say. I need to shower really quick; do you need help with lunch?”
Are you disappointed that he didn’t keep at it? Yes.
Are you now left flustered and horny without a solution? Yes.
Do you still get a sense of satisfaction that your husband still tries to pursue even after so many years together? Also yes.
“Nope. I’m good. It should be ready in a half hour or so...” You lean up to press a kiss against his cheek, “Love you.”
A half smile comes over his mouth then, his eyes watching your lips, “Love you too.”
It’s later.
You and Jungkook are sitting on your sofa, nestled under a blanket, eating homemade ice cream sundaes. The fire is crackling beneath the mounted television that is set to one of your favorite films whilst the world slowly goes to sleep outside your windows.
Life is sweet.
Literally.
“Yours looks so pretty jagi, how did you get the whipped cream to do that?”
Jungkook’s lips are pouted, his head tilting to get a better look at the perfect swirl of whipped cream atop your chocolate ice cream.
“I just swirled the can around in a circle.” You giggle, tucking your spoon into the fudgy scoop of ice cream in your bowl.
Jungkook is not satisfied with that answer at all and he looks sadly at the haphazard lines of whipped cream on his ice cream.
“Mine’s ugly...” His pout deepens, pushing his spoon around his bowl.
He’s freshly showered, his hair fluffy and damp, his skin moisturized and smelling like mint and sandalwood and now he’s pouting???
This man does not let you breath.
“It’s not ugly! It’s abstract.” You assure him, kissing the pout off his lips.
He doesn’t move even as you kiss him, his eyes eagerly looking towards the kitchen, “I wanna try again...”
The laugh that leaves your lips is unavoidable as you follow his gaze to the kitchen, “You want to try to top your sundae again?”
He deadpans, “Absolutely. I need to get this right. It doesn’t look like a sundae.”
“You’re just going to eat it babe, it’s fine. We can practice whipped cream swirls tomorrow.”
You’re still laughing a little bit and he’s chuckling too but the determination never leaves his eyes.
“No, nowwww.” He whines before pushing his bowl onto the coffee table and bounding over to the kitchen.
He plops back onto the couch, slightly out of breath with the can of whipped cream in his hands.
“Ok-” He grabs his bowl off the table and hands you the can, “Show me the motion again.”
You shake your head, smirking fondly at him whilst you set your bowl down where his was.
“Like this...”
You point the tip of the can downwards at his bowl and make a circular motion with your hand, glancing up towards him to insure he’s watching you.
“Ok- Ok I think I got it. Here...” He gestures to the can, uncapping it before meticulously following the motions you demonstrated, and just like everything else Jungkook does, it comes out perfectly, “Yahhhhh letsgetiittttttt!!!!”
This has you in a fit of a laughter, your chest filling with joy at the sound of his excitement.
Jungkook shoves his sundae into your view, “Don’t laugh! See? It’s so much better now.”
You wipe the tear that’s forming at the corner of your eye, shaking your head at him, once more, “Yes baby, it’s so much better.”
He starts laughing again too because your joy is infectious and he is weak for your smile.
“Thank you. Your expertise is appreciated.”
With that, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “You’re prettier than this sundae though don’t worry.”
You’re all too eager to cuddle in close with him, admiring the way he looks in his gray sweat suit and admiring the way he makes you feel even more.
“I’m glad you find me more attractive than the sundae Jungkook.”
He just smirks, getting to work on his ice cream and as he pulls the spoon out of his mouth, he shrugs, “I find you more edible too but, you aren’t ready for that conversation.”
Although you know there is an err of immaturity to his jokes, they still affect you.
They make you feel like a giddy teenager, sick from the pure lust and attraction you feel for your crush.
The comment also sends a rush of heat to your cheeks but, you don’t say anything, you merely kiss his chest and cuddle closer to him.
He is satisfied regardless as he enjoys the fact that he can still make you blush, even if its with cheesy jokes.
The rest of dessert passes in comfortable silence.
Jungkook finishes before you and, offers to take the dishes to the sink whilst you straighten up the living room before bed.
As you’re folding the cream throw blanket that rests over the arm of your sofa, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.
He wastes no time by slowly placing kisses down the side of your neck, his hands slowly up towards your breasts but stopping just beneath the swell of them.
“Is it that time jagiya? Can I make you feel good now?”
His request is nearing a whisper, his lips brushing up towards your ear.
You lean back, resting your head on his shoulder whilst your hands settle over the tops of his.
After resisting him for the past 10 hours, you’ve grown tired of waiting.
“Yeah- it’s that time.” You whisper assuredly and at that, he spins you around, pressing his lips eagerly against yours.
His breath stalls a bit as your hands find his hips, squeezing gently whilst the two of you settle into the kiss.
It’s getting too frantic for Jungkook’s liking as he has specific plans for you but, the way you’re kissing him and touching on him is getting to his headspace and he knows he has to stop you before you start kissing his neck.
Because after that, he’s a goner.
“Come here...come sit on the couch for me.” He whispers into your mouth.
Jungkook has you on the couch seconds later, ridding you of your sleep shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties.
Instinctually, your arms come around your stomach.
You’re not exactly insecure around your husband but, old habits die hard you know?
Jungkook immediately kisses his teeth, bumping your arms with his hand, “Ah ah...don’t hide from me please, I want to see all of you...” He assures you, as he has a million times but it never gets tiring.
To solidify his sentiment, he spreads your thighs gently and leans over and kisses all along your lower stomach, focusing on the areas he knows you don’t like.
He drags his nose across the band of your panties, looking up at you through his hair, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful I think you are?”
You giggle, brushing a hand through his hair to reveal more of his face to you, “I think you have yeah, once or twice...”
He raises an eyebrow, smirking at the sound of your giggle, “Once or twice? Aish that’s certainly not enough...”
“Maybe more than that...” You mumble, a shivering as he runs his nose along your panties again, one of his hands travelling up towards your breast, “All the time.”
He chuckles lowly, “That’s more like it.” He hums, pressing a kiss above your belly button as his fingers brush over your aching nipple, “It’s still not enough though...that’s why I married you. So I’d be able to tell you every single day.”
Your back arches against his hand whilst he slowly rubs over the sensitive skin, bringing it to a frigid peak.
“I love you.”
It’s all you’re able to whisper at the moment because your arousal is starting to invade your ability to form sentences and he clearly has a plan to continue fucking with that.
“I love you jagiya...” Jungkook smirks, kissing over your stomach again before sinking onto his knees, “Can I tease you for a little bit? I wanna make sure your nice and ready for my tongue. That sundae didn’t fill me up enough...”
With a shaky breath you nod, parting your legs further but to be honest, you can’t imagine being anymore ready than you are right now.
“Close your eyes for me.”
You’re engulfed in darkness then, surrendering yourself to whatever he has planned for you.
“Thank you.” He kisses the top of your pussy, allowing his lips to linger there as he inhales, “Fuck- you smell really good. I know you’re probably ready now but, I really want to make you drip if I can.”
His comment causes you to inhale sharply, your nipples hardening almost uncomfortably as begins tickling his fingers up the length of your inner legs. His hands are so soft, so delicate as they touch you, stopping just outside the seam of your panties before travelling back up to your knees. Over and over again, he tickles your skin and eventually he starts tracing the edges of your panties with his fingers.
“Touch your nipples for me. We’re almost there baby, just a little longer.”
He isn’t controlling you.
He isn’t in charge.
He just knows your body so well.
He knows how to make you feel good.
And fuck, if he doesn’t want to make you feel so so good.
You follow his instructions, bringing your fingers to your nipples and rubbing back and forth over the tops of them, the sensations going straight between your legs as your husband continues his teasing.
He slides his index fingers beneath your panties now, allowing the backs of them to brush against the lips of your pussy ever so gently, ignoring the throbbing knot of nerves that needs it the most.
When he’s done there, he focuses the tickling motion just on the outside of your panties, tickling his fingers up and down.
Over and over and over and over...
It’s getting a little overwhelming and, just when you’re about to say something he gasps in admiration.
“Oh look at that jagiya- you did it. You dripped all over your panties for me...”
He sounds genuinely proud of you and, you react to his praise instantly, your eyes opening to catch the smile on his lips.
The darkness in his eyes is obvious but there is mixture of adoration and deviance in there too.
He’s going to destroy you.
“Good girl...” He tickles his fingers over your panties once more before kissing the top of your kneecap, “Are you ready to get your pussy eaten now?”
Your fingers are still lingering on your nipples, your legs twitching at his touch.
You're completely enamored with him.
His praise is addicting and you never want it to end.
“Please.” You clear your throat, brushing a hand through his hair, “Yes please.”
He smirks, almost darkly as he kisses the side of your wrist, “My sweet girl...”
It’s the last thing he says before he’s slipping off your panties and getting to work.
He starts by kissing down the length of your lips a few times but, he knows that the time for teasing his over.
You feel his tongue between your lips then, searching for your swollen clit before getting to work on it.
As he licks you towards bliss, his hands are wandering all over you, squeezing at your hips, brushing over your breasts, rubbing at your stomach.
He wants you to know how much he loves pleasing you.
He groans at the taste of you, his dick hardening almost painfully, precum staining the seam of his sweat pants.
“I- Jungkook I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, hands tangling in his hair as he focuses all of his attention on your clit, licking at it faster and faster.
“Mhm- I know, you’re twitching all over the place for me. Let me taste it beautiful...”
The pleasure launches itself into your senses then, taking up every square inch inside of your body.
You feel your toes curling against the carpet, the back of the couch damp with your own seat as you press your hips towards Jungkook’s mouth.
When it’s over, he’s kissing you and his eagerness accidentally causes him to bite your lip harder than he intends to.
“Shit sorry- I'm so worked up right now. Eating you out makes me crazy...” He whispers shakily and you actually feel for him.
His erection looks painful beneath the confines of his sweat pants and, you want nothing more than to suck the discomfort away.
“Me too- it's ok.” You assure him, brushing his hair away from his face, “Switch me. It’s your turn.”
You don’t have to tell him twice.
He’s on the couch, tugging off his sweatshirt, which was sticking to his skin, his hair a mess as he leans back against the couch.
His body is beautiful; tan, toned and covered in little marks that are specific to Jungkook:
Little moles, various old scars and tan lines from working in the sun so much.
He is beautiful, it’s painful.
Chest heaving with excitement, he ushers your mouth to his “Please ride it, I wanna hold you.”
Who are you to refuse him when he asks so politely?
After yanking his sweats off, you’re sitting aside him seconds later, kissing his mouth like your life depended on it.
“Wasn’t our sex life supposed to go stale at this point? What are we doing right?” He jokes, his hands roaming over your back whilst you line him up with your entrance.
“There’s something in the water up here I think.” You giggle and he follows suit, nudging your nose as he tugs you closer to him.
“Oooh good theory.” He smirks and as you sink down on him, he locks eyes with you, allowing you to see his most vulnerable self.
In the midst of pure bliss...
His eyes widen as you engulf him, mouth opening at the sensation before his forehead falls against yours.
“Fuck.”
Bracing your hands behind his head, you start a pace you know will lull him into bliss, all while keeping your eyes on him.
The gaze is so intense between the two of you but with the only sound being labored breathing and your skin slapping together, Jungkook snickers.
“Why does it have to sound like that?” He whispers, burying his face into your neck when you laugh.
“It’s not a cute sound.” You agree, giggling despite sinking feeling in your stomach.
Jungkook’s dick is a work of art and it’s more fulfilling than anything you’ve ever experienced.
It’s going to make you cum again regardless of the unsavory noises filling the living room.
Speaking of cumming, Jungkook seems to be getting further away from humor as you start to bounce faster on him.
“O-oh shit. Okay- fuck keep going jagi. Please keep going- like that...” He moans now, which is something he only reserves to inform you that he’s really close, “Shit. It feels so good.”
To solidify his fate, you usher his face out of your neck to lock eyes with him again.
“Yeah? I want you to feel good. Are you gonna cum inside for me?”
“Yeah...” He nearly chokes when you tighten around him, holding onto your hips for dear life.
“Let me feel it beautiful. Cum for me.”
Using his own words against him was a dirty move but, Jungkook makes no complaints and follows your instruction.
His stomach caves in with the force of his breath as he spills himself inside of you, digging his nails into your hips as he does.
You’re not far behind and with a hand between your legs and your husband whispering encouraging words into your ear, you soon meet the same fate.
The two of you stay wrapped up in one another for quite some time before deciding to clean each other up.
Straightening up the living room was a fruitless endeavor as your clothes end up abandoned on the floor anyway.
You simply can’t be bothered as you usher a very naked, very happy Jungkook to your bedroom.
Beneath the cool cotton sheets, he pulls you against his chest, humming contently.
“I wish I could marry you again- that'd be pretty cool.”
In the darkness, you smile rubbing your face playfully against his skin.
“Mmm no. This time, I’m definitely marrying you.”
He scoffs, “Uh no. You married me last time. I wanna marry you this time.”
“Um? You literally proposed to me last time so no, you married me. This time I get to marry you.”
He snickers, “Oh so are you gonna propose to me this time?”
“Yeah- then I’m gonna marry the heck out of you.”
The lack of light prevents you from seeing how big his smile really is but, you do feel the kiss he places between your eyes, “Fine. I’ll allow it but, only because I love you.”
You unknowingly return his smile, hugging him tightly, “I love you too.”
desc. gender neutral (plz inform me if anything alludes it’s not) / fluff / your bestie jisung has ignored you to the point of no return, but why?
a/n: hannie lives in my head like 24/7 this isn’t funny anymore
wc. 1.5k
When your brother said he was inviting a few friends over tonight, you didn’t exactly expect a barrage of people you hardly recognized to be dancing the night away in your living room. Your parents had gone away for the weekend and Minho was finally home from college for a while, with the last time you seeing him being a couple months ago, you had to admit you missed him. You however didn’t miss his old antics, perhaps college doesn’t change you that much you thought. Though you did have to admit, compared to the ones thrown in your house in Minho’s high school years, this was somehow much more tame.
Planning to stay locked up in your room for the night was the way to go, after a long week, you really wanted nothing more than to catch up on your favorite show at the moment. Nonetheless, hunger had got the best of you and you found yourself unconsciously walking into the kitchen for a snack in the midst of underaged drinkers and blasting music. Curse your non-existent self control.
Settling on some chips and a can of soda you hurriedly made your way back towards your room, maybe catch up on that show you’d been too lazy to watch.
That was, however, before you noticed Han Jisung near the staircase. You should’ve expected him to be there now that you thought about it, when had he ever been one to turn down one of your brother’s parties?
Your focus suddenly shifted from getting back up to your room, to trying your best to avoid Jisung. Turning around to make a beeline back to the kitchen, you harshly bumped into your brother, luckily.
“Hey, I was just gonna go look for you. Did you see Sung came over?” He practically yelled over the music.
In that moment you realized you really couldn’t blame Minho, he’d been gone for so long huh? He fortunately didn’t get to see the slow and painful separation you’d gone through with your best friend within the last few months. You two basically being complete strangers at this point, you really had no interest in seeing him, yet you weren’t quite comfortable explaining that to your protective brother, especially in this hectic setting.
“Really? Haven’t seen him, I’ll have to look for him later, but hey I don’t feel so well, I’m just gonna go up to my room,” you waved your chips and soda up to him.
“You sure you’re fine?” He questioned again, suspicious from your lack of excitement to see Jisung.
“Yeah, no worries, enjoy your party nostalgia,” you reassured him, flashing a smile.
“If you need anything, call me!” he called after your rushing figure.
Turning back around to the staircase you’re relieved to see your once best friend and his little group had dispersed and you now had a clear way right back to your room.
You really got through that, you could finally breathe. Though looking back now, you really didn’t understand how you and Sung had become so distant. At one point you would have run right up to him, ecstatic upon seeing him at your brother’s party and just now you really wanted to run and hide. But you guessed it was for the best, everything happens for a reason.
Besides, that didn’t matter anymore, you had a show to catch up on tonight, no more moping over Han Jisung, someone who certainly wasn’t moping over you.
Opening the door to your dark room was unsettling though, as you could’ve sworn you had left the lights on. A bit suspicious, but you’d always been quite forgetful anyway. Shifting your attention towards the light switch, you’d seen your desk chair move just the tiniest bit out of the corner of your eye and you were almost ready to fight until the chair swiveled all the way around to reveal none other than the boy you had in mind just a minute earlier.
“Jisung, what the hell!” Your hand was raised up to your heart, still clutching your bag of chips.
But he merely laughed. “ What? Did I scare you? I thought it would look cool.”
How did he do that? How did he speak so carefree and smile such a wholesome smile? As if the last time you’d spoken wasn’t nearly 4 months ago. It brought you back to the times you’d be able to do the same causing a frown to overcome your face along with a sudden cloud of guilt. If you had reached out more, maybe it wouldn’t have gone to the point where you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore.
He noted your suddenly sullen face, meeting your eyes with concern. “Hey, I didn’t mean to scare you so bad.”
“No, no worries, I wasn’t that scared.” You lied.
“Speaking of you being scared, remember that one day we went to that sketchy haunted house at the county fair and you almost cried your eyes out into my shirt,” the anecdote almost made you laugh.
“Oh my God, you’re never going to let that go, we were like nine!” You scoffed as you struggled to maintain your stoic face. Sung was always great with words, you nearly forgot. Just one sentence and your tense nature was gone, the silence following not even that awkward. It felt just like it had once before.
He was glad to be there in your room just like old days, teasing a smile onto your face. Though he was sure it would take more than just that little memory to make you feel completely comfortable in this situation now.
“So why are you in my room,” you decided to break the silence, setting down your chips and soda on the desk in front of him and plotting down on the near bed.
“Kinda saw you running away when you saw me,” he looked down.
“That doesn’t really answer the question.”
The frown now pressed on your face made Jisung wonder how many times you’d done that within the last few months.
“I panicked,” he mumbled now getting up from the swirling desk chair and plopping down next to you.
You’d barely heard him, but the word panicked made you uneasy. What did that even mean? It confused you but for a second you’d almost felt bad. But then you remembered you shouldn’t be the one feeling bad, he’s the one who cut you out. The one who suddenly didn’t wave or text back, the one who suddenly didn’t wait for you to walk to or from school. And though you tried, you always thought you didn’t try hard enough, that you were just letting it happen, but nothing would work. You couldn’t feel bad for him.
“What do you mean you panicked?” You looked up at him to meet his eyes, but he was looking down.
“Han Jisung, please answer me.” That caught his attention, you’d rarely ever called him by his full name like that. He’d turned his head slightly to look at you and your serious face and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared.
“I just panicked, okay,” he explained again, this time looking at you, and you could tell he truly felt sorry.
“Don’t do that to me, sungie,” you practically whined, yet your anger had somewhat faded away looking at his sad doe eyes and you slipped with the use of his little nickname which caused his mood to lighten up a bit as he almost smiled.
“Why did you suddenly ignore me?” You questioned again.
“I felt like I needed to,” this time he did smile, but it wasn’t his signature happy-go-lucky smile, it was sad and regretful, almost apologetic of a smile.
“Needed to? Jisung, get to the point, this is going nowhere,” you were tired at this point, it was almost as if he was stalling.
“I like you, y/n,” he blurted out and instantly regretted it as he saw your face contort from impatience to shock.
“Well what the hell! If you liked me, shouldn't you have, I don’t know, maybe, not ignored me?”
“I didn’t know what to do!”
“Oh my God, you’re an actual idiot. I’m in love with an idiot!” Your hand hit your forehead in exasperation.
“Waaait a minute,” he’d barely processed your words, unable to quite believe them.
“You heard me, you’re an idiot,” you giggled.
He narrowed his eyes at you, feigning annoyance when in reality his heart was beating too hard for him to handle and the little smile tugging on your lips was enough to bring his usual bright smile back to his face.
“I swear to never ignore you again,” he held up his hand and placed it to his heart, sealing his pledge.
“Good, you know that hurt,” you pouted.
He scooted closer to you in the spinning desk chair, closing the small gap between you in wrapping his arms around you.
“I won’t hurt you again,” he whispered into your hair, tickling your ear.
You wrapped your arms around his torso in return in hopes for the moment to last just a bit longer.
Unfortunately, the music blaring downstairs was suddenly heard much clearer as Minho barged into your room (he never was the type to knock, at least not on your door so much for back door choreo smh).
“Woah, how long was I gone for! When did this even happen?”
Oh could u do one of a Yandere hawks and dabi ( OOC plz for dabi) where they get stuck in a different universe were werewolves exist ( the kind from twilight but larger and more powerful) and fall in love with the reader?? That would be cool to read sorry if it’s long.
In this Dabi is a lot more like Hawks, craving affection and very clingy, but he still has his bad boy additude! I also based the world kinda off of Twilight minus the vampires!
Yandere Dabi + Hawks x Werewolf reader
Tw: Yandere
Enjoy!
🐾Dabi and Hawks were on a mission to hunt down someone with a specific quirk, per request of the League of villains. The reason why they wanted this person so bad was because their quirk could send someone to a different dimension.
🐾It was tedious that they were stuck with each other but were glad to have back when it all went south.
🐾The first thing that went wrong was when a swam of people started attacking them from all around. It was an abandoned building so they only thought their person was squatting there, turns out there was around a hundred other people willing to defend their target.
🐾Mistake number two was losing their element of surprise. With it they would've been able to capture the target without a fight but now they had to be careful as to not fall into a portal into another dimension.
🐾Mistake number three, the biggest mistake, was exactly that. There were so many portals opened it was extremely difficult to watch your step. But they would've succeeded if only Hawks didnt fly straight into Dabi, sending the two of them directly into a portal.
🐾Once they hit the ground in an odd teal washed world they instantly started fighting. Hawks was blaming Dabi because he was in his way while Dabi was blaming Hawks for not paying attention.
🐾There arguement led to physical attacks quirks. They probably would've killed each other if it weren't for the wolf that was the size of them that appeared.
🐾They had instantly stopped fighting each other and resumed fighting stance to take on the wolf if it attacked. The wolf also assumes a defensive stance as it begins to circles the two out of curiosity.
🐾Dabi has enough of this and sends out a small burst of his blue flames to hopefully scare off the wolf. His flames managed to graze the wolf's nose but instead of spooking it the wolf grows more intrigued and ventures closer.
🐾This time it was Hawks who tried to detour the wolf by sending a feather or two to scratch the wolf.
🐾Once the wolf's ear was nicked it looked directly at Hawks before it started to morph. It was awkward to watch but oddly beautiful.
🐾There before them stood a naked person where the wolf once stood. They looked exactly human which was unsettling knowing they can transform into such a deadly beast.
🐾That's when you introduced yourself. That's also when you caught the interest of the two foreigners to your world.
🐾Dabi and Hawks were amused by your curiosity and excitement to meet them. They also shamelessly snuck glances at your exposed body.
🐾You got closer to the duo asking many questions, mainly about the powers they have, getting slightly handsy in the process. They both became flustered and still as to grabbed onto them and pressed your body against them to try and get a better sniff of them.
🐾Hawks tries to answer coolly but fails as you press yourself against his back to smell his wings and hair. That's when Dabi tries to explain that they cane from a different dimension but was stopped mid sentence as you began to sniff his chest.
🐾This is a common way for people in your world to get to know each other but to Hawks and Dabi it was far more intimate, causeing their curiosity for you to grow deeper.
🐾After many failed attempts the two of them were able to explain that they came from a different world that had powers. You stop your examination of them and listen intently, excited to learn more. Dabi talks about the corrupt hero system and Hawks nudges him. They then explained that they got transported to your world and need help getting back.
🐾You believed them and wanted to help. It's not everyday that you see a man with wings and another with so many burn scars.
🐾You tell them you don't know anyone who can help but you'll help them find someone. You also tell them that they can stay at your place and happily march in a direction they assume is your house.
🐾Along they way you tell them about yourself and you world. You tell them about how to change into a wolf, how you get mistaken for a cat due to your curiosity, how you live alone in the woods like many other people, and how your excited to have guests.
🐾Meanwhile, walking behind you the boys try everything to control themselves from touching you. Every second that passed only made them want you more and with how tempting your exposed skin it was definitely a hard task. They also made comments here and there, talking about and describing themselves with the occasional bickering.
🐾Finally three of you make it to your little house. It wasnt much with one room, two bathrooms, and one floor.
🐾You open the door and tell them to make themselves at home as you go and get dressed. Once you got back you start to cook and get to know Hawks and Dabi more. They were interesting to say the least.
🐾After you eat you show them to the showers. They just put on their clothes again but now they were cleaner than before.
🐾Then came the issue of were they were going to sleep. It wasn't that you were against them sleeping in your bed, cuddles are always welcome, it was just awkward due to the way they acted around you. It was almost like they had to retrain themselves from doing something so sleeping in the same bed as you probably wasnt a good idea.
🐾In the end the two of them ended up sharing your bed while you slept in the living room.
🐾The next morning you go ahead and cook breakfast and explain to them you have to go into town and work then get groceries. They seem upset and hesitant to let you leave but you manage to escape your house.
🐾When you get back you couldn't find them at first. You look around your house and find them in your room, whispering about something but instantly stopping when you enter.
🐾Leave them to go watch tv before cooking but they follow you. Dabi sits very close to your right side while Hawks does the same to your left. Once again you didnt mind that they were close and holding your hands, it was the fact that their hands shook and grabbed you with such restraint.
🐾After awhile you tried to stand to go cook but they hold you in place. They question the where your going in a really odd way considering you met them just yesterday. You brush it off thinking it was only because they're in a new unfamiliar world and tell them you're going to go cook.
🐾Dabi and Hawks look at each other for a second before Hawks huffs and seemingly backs off. Dabi drags you to the kitchen and just watches you cook.
🐾It was tedious and weird that he didnt help but you didnt mind. It only got awkward when he snaked his arms around your waist and nuzzled his nose into your neck.
🐾You tense as he says no when you ask him to let go. It was unsettling to say the least.
🐾Your savior was Hawks as he clears his throat and helps set the table.
🐾When you finally sit Hawks sits closer to you than Dabi. It was odd considering that they both sat close to you just before. Just like before, Hawk's hand sneaks under the table and grabs your thigh.
🐾You try to squirm away but his grip on your leg grows tighter and his wings pull your chair closer. Dabi simply just watches with an unreadable expression.
🐾After dinner they try to course you into letting them shower with you. They had already seen you naked but you arent ready to see them. Then, once again, after that they try to course you into sleeping in the same bed as them. You declining both offers upset them but they didnt say anything as they want to bed.
🐾The next few day you got up extra early so you get prevent the uncomfortable situations as well as stay out later. When you get home they instantly flock to your side and cling on tight. They bombard you with questions about where you were but you cover up and say it was complications with work.
🐾Maybe avoiding them was a bad idea because now they refuse to leave your side. They pull you close and nearly beg you not to leave.
🐾It stirred a odd emotion within you seeing them so pitiful and pleading. That's the feeling that betrayed you in the end, causing you to do whatever they begged.
🐾You let them drag you to bed with them, you let them join you in the shower, you let their hands wander and grab at you, you let them keep you locked in your own house.
🐾You already felt pitiful for not standing up for yourself all because you pitted them but because you knew no one really cared or probably realized you were gone. You were a loner. Simple as that. It only helped with their plan to have you all to themselves.
🐾They had no power in this world but now they have all the power over you.
request: Hey could you do a scenario we’re the guys get jealous and then you assure them they are the only one you love and it turns into a fluff. So much fluff but some angst at the beginning plz thx
a/n: hope you enjoy!! :) -O
“we’ve been over this, joon!” you yell at him for what seems like the thousandth time that night. “i have guy friends! i have a lot! you’re friends with girls so it’s the exact same thing! i get over my jealousy when you hang out with them so you need to do the same,” you explain again. “but he obviously likes you so it’s different!” he argues.
“you don’t think that those girls like you? every one of your girl friends likes you, but they’re respectful to me so they don’t act on their feelings.” you say, he begins to speak again before you cut him off, “i just want you to trust me. i would never do anything to hurt you ever,” you reason.
“i do trust you, y/n. i just see those guys and your relationship and i don’t want one of them to take you away from me,” he finally shared his insecurity.
“i love you, namjoon. my boyfriend, my best friend, my soulmate. nobody is gonna take me away from you. you’re mine and i’m yours. forever.” he hugs you tightly and you can feel his tenseness release as he relaxes in your arms.
“i love you, y/n.”
seokjin’s been in the bedroom all day sulking and you have no idea why. you’ve been in and out of the room to bring him food and cuddle but he won’t tell you what’s wrong. after a while of contemplation you decide to finally go into the bedroom to talk.
“knock knock,” you say from the outside of the door.
“come in.” even his tone of voice is sad. you plop onto the bed and face him, “okay. what’s going on?” “what do you mean?”
“don’t play dumb, jinnie. you’ve been sad all day and you won’t tell me what’s going on. talk to me babe,” you press.
“just down, i guess,” he answers with a nonchalant shrug. “but what about?” “just me,” he whispers. “why?”
“i just see all these guys that could do so much more for you and i get jealous. i’m upset with myself because i don’t feel like i can provide for you the way that you want me to. the way that you deserve.” you erupt in a bought of laughter. “why are you laughing at me? i already feel awful,” he pouts.
“no, i just think it’s funny that you don’t think you can’t provide for me. you give me everything and more. i couldn’t ask for anyone better. i love you so much, babe. you’re the only one for me,” you reassure him. he smiles while looking down but you pick his chin up and place a small kiss onto his lips.
“i love you, jinnie.”
the sound of your laughter fills yoongi’s ears from his home studio door. you and the maknae line we’re building a blanket fort in the living room, having a great time. as much as yoongi loves hearing you be happy with the boys, he couldn’t help but feel jealousy slowly rise through his body.
without thinking, he bursts through the door, “y/n, you’re being extremely loud and obnoxious. can you shut up for one second so i can get some fucking work done?” he asks hastily before stomping back to his chair. yoongi’s nerves were through the roof due to the younger boys having so much fun with you while he had to work.
yoongi, however, didn’t know that his little outburst had a hard affect on you. on the other side of the door you sat under the blanket fort on your phone with silent tears running down your cheeks. the younger boys crowded around you while wiping your tears. taehyung got up from the pile, walked to yoongi’s studio door and knocked.
“i’m working,” yoongi yells from the other side. “and y/n’s crying.” shuffling was heard from the room before the door opened and yoongi rushed to the living room. he say in from of you and the other boys left so that the two of you could have some alone time.
“hey, don’t cry. what’s wrong?” “oh nothing, you just fucking yelled at me for no reason.”
“i’m sorry, y/n. i just got jealous because you were having so much fun with the boys. i don’t get to spend a lot of time with you because of my work and i worry that you’ll find someone with more time,” he admits sheepishly.
“we’re stuck together remember? i’m not leaving you for anyone. i love you.”
“i love you more, y/n.”
the dinner that hoseok planned on bringing you to was fancy, so he bought the new dress that you wore. you had to admit, you looked great. the two of you had a fun ride, listening to music and making jokes, just enjoying each other company. once seated at the restaurant the waiter came out to take drink and appetizer orders.
“what can i get for the beautiful lady?” the comment makes you blush slightly while you order. hoseok looks you in the eyes once the waiter left.
“he’s a little flirtatious don’t you think?” “he’s just being nice, seok,” you playfully roll your eyes and smile at him. he returns your gesture with a bright smile that makes your heart beat faster. the waiter returns with drinks and appetizers, ready to take your meal orders.
“you first ma’am.” after placing your order he winks at you, “a nice choice for such a nice looking lady.” the smirk he sends you is slightly unsettling and you can see hoseok giving a harsh glare to the man. “for you sir?” both orders are placed and you thank him, “my pleasure m’lady.”
“okay now he’s just being extra,” hoseok scowls. “c’mon seokie, don’t let him ruin our night. he won’t try anything you know,” you tell him.
“but what if he does? what if he tells you that he’ll give you free food for the rest of your life if you date him instead of me?” he questions in an exasperated tone.
“i’d stay with you any day. free fancy food or not,” you laugh and kiss his hand.
“please stop comparing yourself,” you plead.
“it’s just hard. i see all of these people that are better than me and i’m working so hard. i just can’t seem to get to their level and i don’t know how to fix it,” he says softly as a single tear falls down his cheek.
“jimin, i know that it’s hard not to compare yourself, hell i do it all the time. i really know how you feel but you just have to think of how many people love you exactly the way that you are. it’s great that you want to push yourself to get better at the things that you do, but let the skill come in its own time. you’ll get it jimin, you always do, but i don’t want you stressing and overworking because you want to be like someone else.”
“i just don’t feel like i’m enough for you.”
the look in his eyes is scared due to him finally showing his weakness.
“enough for me? jimin you’re more than enough for me. you always have been. you give me the world and more and i love every single piece of you. your character, your motive, your desire, your dedication, your body, your face, your demeanor, your kindness, your everything. you as a whole are perfect for me. i love you jimin. you will forever and always be enough for me. got it?”
he doesn’t answer.
“jimin,” you press, “you got it?”
“i’ll always be enough?”
“always, baby,” you cradle his head into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, whispering how much you love and appreciate him until he falls asleep.
“go on then! spend time with everyone else! it’s not like i care!” he yells from the kitchen as you stand at the door.
“lose the attitude, taehyung. i’m going out with some friends for a few hours. what’s the problem?” extremely irritated are the only words you could use to describe your feelings towards the man at the moment.
“my problem, is that you’d rather spend time with your friends than your own boyfriend. though, apparently, you aren’t interested in my company at the moment. it’s fine, go do whatever the hell you want.”
“nope, we’re not doing this. sit down,” you tell him pointing to the chair. when he doesn’t you raise your eyebrows and he makes his way over to the furniture with a huff.
you stand in front of him, hands on your hips, “first off, these are my friends from college. i haven’t seen them in years and you are not going to get upset when i want to hang out with them. second, we’re not gonna play that guilt trip shit, so i don’t wanna heat anything like that come out of your mouth. third, you know that i love you with my entire heart and hang out with you every second of every day so i don’t even know why this is a talk we’re having right now.”
he looks up at you with wide eyes, shocked with the fact that you put him in his place so quickly.
“okay. i’m sorry, i won’t do this again. i just get kinda jealous sometimes. you’re my favorite person and i want to spend all of my time with you.”
“i get it,” you reply, extending your hand to pull him from the couch.
“i love you, you know. with everything in me,” you smile.
“i love you too. i’ll see you when you get back,” he finishes with a peck.
the moment was heated. so tense you could feel the strain of emotions in the room.
“i’m the one upset! me! not you! you don’t get to be!”
“it is really fucking upsetting, jungkook! you don’t let me do anything! you don’t fucking trust me! i’m an adult, do you get that? i’m allowed to do whatever i want to do, even if you don’t like it! but you know what? when you don’t like what i do, i don’t do it.”
he begins to rebut before you cut him off. “you know why? because i love you, jungkook! but that doesn’t matter to you does it? you don’t give a fuck about how i feel when you do this shit. you’re holding me back from being a normal fucking human being and i hate it!”
tears stream down your cheeks and you breathe deep and hard to try and calm the rage coursing through your veins.
he makes a move to step towards you but you push off of him and walk to the room. the bed squeaks beneath you as you run your hands over your face, collecting tears. light floods the room when the door opens with a soft creek.
jungkook sits next to you on the bed wrapping his arm around your shoulder slowly.
“y/n,” he hesitates, “i really am sorry. i don’t ever want to make you feel that way. i’m so sorry.”
“i just don’t get it jungkook,” you turn to him, “why do you act like that?”
“i get this whole mindset that you’d leave me at the drop of a hat and i don’t know why.”
his confession upsets you, “you know how much i love you, kook. i’d do anything for you. just a talk to me. you have to let me know how you feel so we can fix the problem together, okay?” you resolve.
“okay,” he whispers while wrapping his arms around your torso and cuddling into your stomach.
“i love you,” is the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.
