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did i dream the whole thing? °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ hobi biased 🪽

[twil1ghtz2ne]

MY ETERNAL SUNSHINE ੈ✩‧₊˚

lily ★. isfj. multifandom. hobi ᰔ. libra. she/her. bts, ethel cain, and ariana grande fanatic 𑣲୨ৎ. tim burton movie obsessed. #1 corpse bride rewatcher.

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can a heart still break once it’s stopped beating?

[moonsph3re]

“ eyes on you, i’m your spotlight. ”

pairing: bottom vincent whittman x top male reader

summary: you and your boyfriend vincent had a long day at work as a weatherman and his assistant. you both go home and drink, however vincent drank a little too much. something escalated quickly and it wasn’t the alcohol wearing off.

contents: use of alcohol, puppy play (?), blow job, um idk making out mwah mwah, praise kink, sadism (i think thats what its called), edging, dacryphilia, pegging, rough sex question mark, uhhhmmm i think thats it

notes: mainly smut, the plot is only at the beginning 🥹 lowk first fic though so i hope it isn’t straight butt.. also no word count cuz i didnt write it on a separate thing and i am NOT copy and pasting by paragraph/line 😭 anyway if anyone reads this enjoy <3

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“You ready to go home?” you ask Vincent softly, who was currently slumped against his desk, papers scatters and his glasses askew.

He looks up to you slowly and nods, getting up and stretching his arms over his head.

“Yeah… God, I need a drink,” he mutters.

“That can be an at home thing, Vince. Neither one of us wants to go out right now,” you say.

He nods once more. The oh-so talkative Vincent Whittman was reduced to a quiet shell of himself from the long day. You felt horrible. Hopefully the alcohol would help later on.

•- At home, a small New York City apartment -•

Vincent immediately loosened his tie when we stepped into the door, now it just sat around his neck lazily which was entirely too attractive. You shed your black jacket and loosened your tie as well before hanging up the jacket near the door.

“Whiskey?” you ask, walking over to the cabinet where the alcohol stayed.

“Please,” Vincent says, coming up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder, also wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Go sit, love. I’m getting the drinks for the both of us. I’ll bring it to you.”

“I’ve been sitting all day. Let me cling to my boyfriend…” His words were mumbled against the back of your neck, causing a shiver to go through your spine.

You don’t respond for a moment, silently pouring whiskey—the right way, specifically. There is a wrong way.—while he clung to your back.

“Vince,” you mumble.

“Hm?” he hums in response.

“I can’t hand you your drink if you’re glued to me.”

He blinks once. Twice. Then reluctantly lets go of you, taking the glass of whiskey off of the counter and taking a swig.

“Thank you,” Vincent says.

“Of course,” you reply.

After about an hour or so, Vincent had drank three glasses while you only drank one and abandoned half of one. You took away his alcohol privileges when he asked for a fourth, shaking your head and informing him of the hangover you knew he’d have tomorrow morning.

Instead of begging for more, he curled against your side on the couch. Drunk Vincent is somehow more clingy, if that was even possible. And needy. Interesting combination.

“Y/nnn, pay attention to meee..” Vincent whines.

You sigh and give him a pointed look. “You are on me. How is this not paying attention to you?”

“I want more,” he mutters with a pout.

His pouting made you cave. He was so damn adorable. You’d do anything for him and there was no way he wasn’t aware of that.

You lean down and kiss him, softly at first, but Vincent deepened the kiss the moment your lips touched. You gasp slightly, not expecting his boldness, which let him slip his tongue over yours. You kiss him back the same way, taking back over the kiss and bringing your hand up into his hair.

You move off of his lips for air, but use the time to trail kisses over his jawline and down his neck, lingering at the spot behind his ear you know he loves. A small groan escapes from Vincent which encourages you to continue your actions. You suck and nip at his neck, wanting to mark him.

“Vince…” you whisper against his skin.

“Y-Yeah?” he murmurs.

“We should take this somewhere else.”

The both of you straighten up after you move off of him. You stand and help him up, scurrying off to your shared bedroom.

“Wait,” you say right before he gets on the bed. He pauses and looks over at you.

You go over to your closet, reaching deep inside and smirking slightly when you grab it. You pull out a collar. A small brown one with a metal tag shaped like a bone hanging from the front.

Vincent stares at you, his lips parting ever so slightly as you walk over to him.

“Would you wear this for me?” you ask.

Vincent nods immediately. “Yes. God- Yes. Anything you want. Put it on me. Please,” he says quickly.

You smile slightly, loosening the collar before walking behind him and placing it around his neck. After it clips in the back, you tighten it to fit him, putting two fingers between the collar and his neck as you would with a new puppy.

“Good?” you ask, just double checking.

“Yes,” he says, watching you carefully, almost as if waiting for a command.

“It looks good on you, puppy…” you murmur. “You up for some fun, hm?”

Vincent blushes, caused by a mix of the nickname and what you were implying. He nods, not trusting his voice not to come out shaky and desperate.

“Wonderful,” you say. “Now, on your knees.”

Straight to the point. Vincent obeys your command, kneeling before you as you stood in front of him. He desperately wanted to touch you, but he was a good boy, right? He’d wait. He’d wait forever if you wanted him to.

You study him for a moment. You could tell he was getting impatient. How cute… You weren’t cruel, so he wouldn’t wait much longer. You reach down to your belt and unbuckle it, dropping it somewhere next to us on the floor. That was a problem for later. Next was unzipping the fly of your pants, letting them slide down and kicking them to the side. Now on your lower half was just your trousers, which would soon be gone as well.

“Vincent?”

He looks up from watching you shed your pants. “Y-Yes?”

“Take them off.”

Vincent swallows hard and reaches forward, pressing a kiss to your hip before pulling your trousers off. Your arousal was now clear on display and Vincent was staring at it like a starving man. You kick away your trousers, tossed to the side like the other.

Vincent sat there silently, looking up to stare at me with pure want in his eyes.

“What do you want, lovely?” you ask innocently, looking down to him with a smile.

He blushes once more, muttering, “You know what I want…”

“Do I? Enlighten me.”

“Y/n…”

“Come now, Vince. What is it you so desperately want?”

You were enjoying this far too much and it was clear.

“I-I want you.. I want to take you in my mouth. I want to be good for you,” he finally says, his voice quiet.

“Mm, good boy. That’s what you want?” you ask.

“Please… Please, I-I’ll make you feel good. I’ll do what you want.”

The sound of him begging to simply let him touch you— God, that just made everything 10x worse.

“Go ahead,” you murmur, unable to prolong it more.

Vincent quickly moved forward and grabbed your hips, wasting no time before wrapping his lips around your arousal.

You gasp and a hand flies to his hair at the sudden feeling. Fuck, he was good at that…

“Vince, eyes up on me,” you murmur.

His eyes dart to yours as soon as the words left your mouth, even as his head bobbed until he found a rhythm that made your hands tighten in his hair.

“S-Such a good boy for me, Vincent. So good… Fuck, don’t stop,” you say in between breaths.

He does as you say, but speeds up at the praise. You suck in a sharp breath, teetering the edge.

“Vincent, I’m—“

He speeds up, already knowing the words he cut off. You gasp, your mouth agape from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. You finish after just a few seconds and Vincent swallowed every last drop.

He pulled off of you as you caught your breath. After a moment, you smile softly, kneeling down and pulling him closer by the collar, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips.

You pull away with a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “Such a good boy for me,” you whisper, cupping his cheek. “Seems as if I should return the favor, yeah?”

“Only if you want…” he mumbles as he leaned against your hand, but it was clear he needed it.

“Shh. Go lie on the bed, pup. Take off your bottoms while you’re at it.”

Vincent gets up from kneeling and goes over to the bed, lying back like you said and shimmying off his bottoms, discarding them somewhere off the bed. He now lied bare for you as he waited.

You join him on the bed, going over and straddling him. You lean forward and kiss him gently before pulling away and reaching between them, stroking him gently at first.

Vincent bites his lip to hold back a whine. You speed up your hand enough where he quickly approaches the edge, but you stop just before.

“Y-Y/n—“ Vincent whines finally.

“Shh..” you whisper.

You do that multiple times and when his eyes well with tears it fuels you on more. He begs for more and yet you continue to make him wait.

“Please.. God, please, Y/n. Please, I-I’m a good boy..-“ Vincent begs, a few tears escaping his eyes.

“Mmn, you sound so pretty, begging and crying for me like that,” you murmur. “What is it you’re pleading for?”

“Please let me cum. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. I need it so bad— Fuck, please…”

You grin slightly and finally speed up and don’t stop. You lean forward and kiss him deeply, swallowing his moans when he finally comes undone.

You look at him beneath you and can’t help but smile. Even a mess, he was incredibly handsome. You lean forward and capture his lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

“Okay?” you pull away and whisper softly.

As you looked down at him it only sparked something more. Softer than before, yes. Less demanding as well, but… fuck. He was still the gorgeous boy you fell in love with. You could never stop wanting him. He was the calm after the storm of your life before.

You snap back to the moment and blink once. You weren’t sure if he responded. God, focus. Make sure your pretty boy is okay before fantasizing.

“I… sorry, I got distracted. You’re okay, love?” you ask again.

“Yes, I’m okay. More than okay. You’re perfect,” he says with a soft smile. “Are you alright though?”

You nod. “Yes, I’m alright. Promise.”

Vincent’s eyes narrow and you knew you were caught immediately.

“Liar,” he says.

“Nothing gets past you, huh,” you mutter.

“Not after 4 years of being together.”

“Yeah, okay, fair.”

Vincent reaches up and cups your cheek and you knew you had to admit it. That you were still incredibly worked up.

It wasn’t easy for you to admit your weaknesses, especially usually being a top.

“I need you,” you mumble. “I… don’t want to overexert you, though. I can go without—“

“Y/n,” Vincent interrupts what he knew was going to be a ramble.

You don’t speak.

“I am more than okay with that. Please don’t be embarrassed to say something to me. I’ll tell you if we need to stop or I need a second, okay? I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.”

You smile slightly at his words and nod.

“So you’re okay with whatever?” you ask, just to make sure.

“Of course. But preferably after I’m cleaned up,” he says with a small chuckle.

Oh shit. Right. Oops. You peel yourself off of him and go grab a towel from the connected bathroom, dampening it just a bit before returning. You kneel above him and gently wipe away the mess on his stomach before throwing it to the side and kissing him deeply.

There was no waiting anymore. He kisses you back and your arousal just grows. You slip your tongue in his mouth and your hips twitch against him for a moment, the friction causing your mind to haze.

“Vincent…” you whisper after pulling ever so slightly away. Your voice was low and rough, dripping with arousal.

He nods immediately, not entirely sure what to. “Yes. Anything you want.”

His words make you groan and press a quick but hard kiss to his lips before moving over to the bedside table.

“Flip over. Tuck your knees. Now.”

Demanding y/n was back, but there would never be complaints. Not from Vincent.

Vincent does as you say, turning over on his stomach and sitting so his ass is in the air. He lets out a small noise at the friction of the sheets beneath him. You grab a small squeeze bottle of lube and turn back to him.

Just to start, you coat two fingers and insert just one slowly into his tight pink hole.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” you say. Even if you were intense at times, you always cared. His comfort and wellbeing came well before pleasure.

Vincent whines slightly, but doesn’t say anything. It didn’t sound like a painful noise, so you keep going. You curl your finger for a moment before adding another.

“W-Wait…” Vincent says.

You pause immediately, your fingers stopping their motion. After a few seconds, Vincent nods as an okay and you continue, slower now. God, the feeling of him makes the anticipation to fuck him so much better. You were resisting the urge to stroke yourself as you stretched out Vincent, but you’d wait. For now.

“You can… y’know.. start now. I can take it, even if I’m not completely ready,” Vincent says.

“Vince, I don’t want to hurt you. Never that. I’d rather wait,” you say softly.

“No, please… It’s okay. I swear.”

“If you’re sure,” you murmur. You pull out your fingers and he lets out a small sigh.

Reaching over and grabbing the bottle of lube, you put some on your hands to coat yourself and around his hole just to make sure. You lift yourself up on your knees and align yourself with him.

“Ready?” you check, just to be sure.

“Yes, please,” he murmured, bordering a whine.

You insert yourself slowly at first, listening closely for any signs of discomfort. You lean and press a gentle kiss to his back. You were restraining bad, but, again, you’d wait. You had to.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight,” you mutter, going a bit deeper.

Vincent gasps and lets out a small groan. “M-More… Please, more.”

You listen to his pleas and inch forward. Your hips stutter slightly on accident from holding back and you thrust deeper quickly. That shoots a bolt of pleasure up your body and you freeze instantly. You were trying to go slow for him. To make this good for him. But you weren’t so sure how much longer you could hold back. Not after you just got a taste of it.

“Go ahead,” Vincent says. You didn’t even say anything. He knew what you so desperately needed. It was obvious.

You straighten up and start thrusting into him. Vincent lets out gasps and moans as you find a rhythm.

“Fuck— You take- me so well..- Fit perfectly inside that pretty, tight hole—“ you say, just saying shit to say shit as you thrust faster inside him.

You lean forward and wrap a hand around the back of Vincents neck, holding his cheek to the sheets. The sound of your thrusts echoed across the room, a steady and perfected speed.

“Fucking- pathetic— God, look at you.. So submissive. Take it— all of me,” you bite out.

Vincent grips the sheets tightly, broken moans escaping him as he approached the edge. But you weren’t stopping. So desperate for release and determined to reach it.

Your thrusts hit his sweet spot perfectly, sending him already over the edge. He clenches around you, but you don’t stop. Not once. One of your hands grip his hips tightly while the other leaves his neck to grip his hair, sending a slight sting up Vincent. He doesn’t complain, in fact it just makes it better.

Finally, you come undone, spilling deeply into Vincent. You groan and slow your pace down to a stop, flopping over his back for a moment. When you were coherent enough to have rational thoughts, it occurred to you that you didn’t stop. Not once. Not to check on him. Fuck. You were so deep in achieving your pleasure that you weren’t thinking at all.

“Vincent, are you okay? Fuck, I’m so sorry. I-I got lost in the moment, I didn’t mean to,” you say quickly, carefully pulling out and sitting back on your knees.

Vincent shifts slightly to sit in front of you. His face wasn’t twisted in discomfort or pain, that much you could tell. In fact, his face had a small smile and flushed cheeks.

“Definitely. God, I won’t be able to walk for a week, but I am definitely okay,” he says.

“Please tell me you mean that,” you murmur, scooting closer with a clearly worried expression.

“I swear on everything. I mean it.”

“I wasn’t too rough?” You shift and tuck yourself against him. Neither of you cared in the moment how disgustingly sticky you felt. You’d shower later, that’s for sure.

Vincent looks down to you with a grin. “Nah. I like you rough,” he replies, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You can’t help but chuckle slightly. “Asshole.”

“Proud asshole.”

“Proud? I’m not sure that’s a thing to be proud about.”

“Proud because I’m your asshole.”

“Okay, enough of that,” you mutter. “Shower time. I feel gross.”

Vincent nods in agreement. You shift off of him as you grab his hand, heading to the bathroom. You unclip the collar still on him, although you wanted to keep it there forever. Once in the shower, the warm, soapy water soothes any sore muscle before getting out and cozying up to each other.

“Productive evening,” Vincent says with a smirk.

“You told me you wanted a drink. You had a drink or three and look what happened. There were no promises to productivity,” you point out.

“Fair point. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Neither would I.”

Vincent yawns and curls against you, his face nuzzled against your neck. “I love you…” he murmurs. He’d be out within minutes.

“I love you too, pretty boy. Sleep. I’ve got you.”

As soon as you say that, his breath comes heavier against your skin. You watch his peaceful state for a moment before leaning your head against his and falling asleep yourself.

[spenceloria]

MY MAN ON WILLPOWER

in which: you thought you'd grown to understand your boyfriend inside and out. yet after two months of dating, you just aren't sure why he has no interest in sleeping with you.

spencer reid x neighbour!reader

warnings: smut, hurt/comfort! part of my neighbour!reader universe, mentions of cat adams and s/a, established relationship, fem!reader, late seasons spencer, insecure reader + spencer, lots of self loathing tbh, unspecified age gap, mentions of spencer's experiences in prison, tears and sadness and doom (hooray!), cute domesticity that gets tainted by both parties (horny freaks! just fuck it out😭😭), masturbation (both m and f… separately), vibrator use (f), spencer reid is honestly a pervert, not panty stuff but not not panty stuff, um premature ejactulation NOT SORRY👀👀, cumming in pants! awesome!, auditory voyeurism..., back rubbing! massaging! spencer’s hands!, prolonged flashing? spencer is a pathetic man around a pretty pair of tits…, important conversations regarding healthy relationships!!! communication! and the lack of it!, no use of y/n!

wc: 7.1k

now playing: sabrina carpenter - my man on willpower

post prison spence deserves the entire world and our lovely neighbour!reader will absolutely provide it for him! ++ this fic came to me in a dream and i actually love it so i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!

masterlist ♡ meet the reader

(my man’s in touch with his emotions / my man won’t touch me with a twenty foot pole)

you were always over confident in your self restraint. you gave yourself far too much credit. 

you truly thought you were smart enough to not allow spencer reid to loiter in your apartment.

especially not when you were running on fumes with a to-do list a mile long and a nauseating work event peering over your shoulder. 

apparently, you were wrong. blame it on the puppy dog eyes and not your severe lack of better judgement when it came to your boyfriend. 

after reluctantly letting him through your front door and explaining how paralyzingly busy you were, he kissed you like he missed you, as he so often did, and successfully disarmed the drowning overflow of anxiety spilling from your brain. 

maybe having him over wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

he helped you relax in the form of kissing you until you couldn’t breathe. standard practice for him, really. and somehow thirty minutes had elapsed and you had somehow materialized into your bedroom–now straddling his lap on your bed, late, and rethinking the stability of steady income and appearances, in favour of sucking spencer reid’s pretty little face off until he was a mess of purple splotches and swollen lips. 

you would’ve–if he let you. you would’ve been peeling off your top in his lap instead of by your lonesome in your bathroom, if he let you. 

but of course, despite claiming not to be, spencer reid was a tease who worked you up and then forced you to well, work. 

all in good conscience he says, you can’t afford to miss it he says, i’ll be here when you get back he says. 

you wished he was saying less and touching you more, yet as it goes, that was not the case, and you were once again left blue balled by your ever loving boyfriend. 

though thankfully, you didn’t go down without a fight, or rather, without punishing him in return. spencer would’ve fed mushu and folded your laundry without your insistence that he do so, but you led yourself to believe that he was just as annoyed at the task as you currently were. balance. a true 50/50 relationship.

you were tortured. getting ready for a night filled with fake smiles, and people you hated for the sake of god knows what, at a horrible venue, with portion sizes that would have spencer pulling into a drive-thru once he picked you up, was absolutely not something that filled you with joy. 

you considered yourself less than gracious for the opportunity, and would’ve much rather played hooky and tangled yourself into your pink sheets, naked with your naked boyfriend, happily practicing the basis of human nature recreationally. sex. 

yet, you had even been deprived of that. you didn’t exactly take spencer for some sort of nympho, but you’d assumed his libido wouldn’t have allowed him to kiss you with such fervour and then proceed to innocently peck your nose and drag you off of his lap instead of into his bed. 

did he have an aversion to sex in general? were you the problem? did he just not want to fuck you? 

spencer was, by far the best man you’ve dated. the kindest, the one who truly cared for you the most. but he was also the only man you’ve ever dated who hadn’t made any moves on sleeping with you. 

spencer had an exceptionally intelligent brain. it was beautiful, it was part of why you loved him, yet it was still the brain of a man. and you were concerned as to why he spent so much time thinking with it instead of with well, something else. 

a knock on your on-suite bathroom’s door startled you out of that spiraling tangent and back into a reality where you were still late and still in only your bra. 

“i have a feeling you were looking for these?”

spencer always brought you back to your feet when your worries were throwing you out of your own control. god you hated him. you loved him. 

you cracked open the door separating your partially undressed body to your boyfriend’s fully clothed one, and watched as his bashful expression averted his eyes and instead ushered his hands towards you, hands which held the outfit you’d planned for the night, which had been sitting on your dresser. 

spencer once again offered you a small salvation, and you were unbelievably glad he hadn’t questioned what you’d been doing for the past three minutes with nothing to change into. generous in ways you didn’t deserve.

“right. thank you. um,” 

your gaze drifted to the laundry spencer had folded with military precision on your wrinkled sheets. sheets that had become wrinkled because of him. sheets that you had just washed but would gladly dirty if it meant you could fuck him in them. 

the flame in your stomach re-ignited as you felt heat creep up the back of your neck, filling every crevice of your face until it forced you into an awkward smile. did he have any idea that you were fantasizing about devouring him, or did he find your constipated expression endearing?

“would you mind putting the laundry away as well? and fixing up my bed a bit? if that's okay?”

all the demanding tone that had filled your throat mere minutes before dissipated, as spencer had reduced you to mush by the heinous act of simply being himself. you were a pitifully horny excuse for a woman. 

“you got it.”

spencer handed you your clothes and gently closed the door, now happily busying himself with the simple task of cleaning up for you. 

normally, a man that had graced your past dating history would complain about such tasks. normally, you wouldn’t be changing in the privacy of a second room. normally, you would have tumbled out of the door with your makeup half done and your hair a mess because said tasks were completed half-assed and had to be onced over by you. normally, a relationship would only bring a constant state of feeling as though you were taking care of an incompetent child, who couldn’t understand the purpose of caring for another without expecting something in return. 

spencer reid was everything but normal. and you adored him for it. 

something as trivial as sex didn’t really matter when a man like spencer loved you, right? 

not when you had to cover the soft break in your voice with a cough when he returned to the bathroom door–knocking first, of course, to hand you your designated “going out” jewelry when you hadn’t even asked him to. 

he was so sweet he almost made you cry off your mascara, curled up on the cool tiled floor of your bathroom. over a pair of earrings. 

if spencer only wanted to kiss you, you were fine with it. 

you could take care of yourself in other ways.

said ways made themselves abundantly clear nearly two days later, after spencer had taken care of your far-past-tipsy self post work event, where you had taken the liberty of indulging in one too many glasses of complimentary champagne. 

now, as the clock beside your bed flashed too bright numbers in your face, confirming it was far too late in the night for you to be awake, you thought about him as you rolled over for the umpteenth time in a measly matter of minutes. 

he’d stroked the soft curls of your hair with the sort of reverence that would’ve made your knees buckle had you not been so inebriated and girlishly ecstatic to see him. 

he’d kissed both of your cheeks and returned every “i love you” with just as much genuine certainty as the last. because he was perfect.

he’d cleaned you up. washing your face, fussing over you as he helped you brush your teeth, handed you your comfiest pair of pajamas and turned around so you could change into them, because he respected your space and privacy even when your drunken lack of cognition was unable to uphold it. 

and of course, because he wanted to kill your now sober self, you recalled how he then proceeded to help you get your tank top on straight after your drunken self had gotten all tangled up. you were a mess in every sense and he tucked frizzed locks behind your ear and kissed your forehead despite yourself, like it didn’t matter. 

now, with a completely dissipated hangover (thanks to a certain someone insuring you drank almost copious amounts of water, while leaving two advil on your bedside table) you were left unbelievably, and irrevocably horny. as it often went. 

you’d woken up to a cold bed and even colder messages. a local case and an incredibly busy boyfriend. spent your day stupidly sad, as if your entire life revolved around him, and now you lay awake. and thinking of him so late at night–or at this point, early in the morning. this never did you any good. 

the conclusion you came to was more indulgent than anything. less than forty-eight hours and you couldn’t bear it (pathetic!). you were sure tiring yourself out another way would lull you to sleep when soft forehead kisses and backrubs couldn’t. 

such thoughts only made you more ridden with guilt. as if masturbation (while thinking of him, for that matter), was the only way you were able to satisfy a gluttonous hunger and offer yourself rest sans spencer reid. 

you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on it, one track mind already sending your holy hands crawling between your legs.

the same could not be said for your tragic, tortured boyfriend. 

poor spencer had gotten home late, not wanting to wake you with a text, he’d landed on going over for breakfast in the morning. he’d find a way of making it up to you, he always did. 

and now the universe had found a way to pay any of his misdoings back to him, tenfold. 

the walls separating your apartments were thin, the two of you were more than well aware of this–a past you having been the cause of many sleepless nights for spencer. it was how you first met, now a silly little love story to be told with shining eyes and full hearts. 

the flimsy, un-soundproofed structures dividing your homes had become such an insignificant issue it was never even thought of. practically all of your free time was now spent together, and any noise was welcomed as a soft comfort of connection. 

and now horror had come back to bite him. because spencer reid sat painfully awake in his favourite reading nook, listening in on none other than your moans. 

you were dating, you took pleasure in calling yourself his and vice versa, but it was still wrong, a cruel invasion of privacy, destroying any semblance of respect he harbored for you (which was most definitely saying something), but spencer could not find the strength to tune your sweet sounds out. they were too beautiful. he absolutely did not deserve you. 

no, spencer did not carry the power to not eavesdrop on his girlfriend masturbating. it was far too difficult for him to withstand, his mind folded embarrassingly easily when it came to you, he always did, especially when he could picture you oh-so perfectly.  

he’d first seen about two days ago, he couldn’t manage to muster up the exact amount of elapsed time, which only spoke to how greatly you affected him. a completely useless mess of a genius. he couldn’t even remember the details of the case that had dragged him away from your drunken bedside. just you. you you you. 

he’d been putting your laundry away while you got yourself all dolled up for what–according to you, scarcely deserved your beauty. such a routine would have been completely innocent and disgustingly domestic had it not been for the fact that he had soiled the light of that memory with the distraction of your… undergarments. 

there was most definitely no saving him now. spencer reid was a pervert. through and through. 

he swore he had never meant to think of them, or of you that way, but holding silken fabrics and pretty lace of which he knew had adorned your most intimate parts was not shy of sexual for spencer. and while unbeknownst to you, his arousal was quite easy to earn when you were mixed into the equation. 

he was turned on by practically anything regarding you. his blessing and his curse. 

he’d only folded them, then put them away as per your instruction. he absolutely did not steal anything, despite the incessant, disgusting voice in his brain that practically screamed at him to do so. because he was seemingly unable to do anything involving his girlfriend without his thoughts ruining it. 

without him ruining it.

and when he finally managed to cool himself down and shoo away his dark thoughts? one brush of his organizing hand revealed something that made every synapse in his brain misfire. pink silicone slithered into his view. his feigned innocence in an attempt to recover some sort of decorum, now reduced to prey which fell for a serpent's trap. 

a vibrator. 

his skin burnt up with a ferocious shade of red as he hurried to put away the rest of your intimates and slam your dresser drawer shut. yet his speed was no match for the guilt as blood travelled down, until he couldn’t think straight and the heat in his skin wasn’t the only thing that was rising. 

he wasn’t surprised, no, obviously such items were exceedingly normal despite the embarrassment of societal taboo regarding sexual pleasure. it was the confirmation that you in fact, also harboured sexual desires that got to him. that was now real, and completely unignorable. 

he wasn’t stupid, he felt the disappointment seeping through your skin each time he held your hips still, the small sigh when your attempt to chase his lips was futile, he was aware of what he was depriving you of, but he hadn’t found the courage to speak of it, to actually tell you what was going on inside the brain that you constantly praised him for, instead opting to completely ice you out regarding anything intimately physical.

because he was scared.

he was cruel. 

were you this worked up because of him? 

guilt seeped through the cracks of his daze as his right hand traveled the wide valley between his spread thighs. his eyes were glossed over, body moving in a sinfully practiced familiarity rather than under the control of his better judgement. 

his fingers faltered at his belt. this was wrong on so many levels, something he would never manage to come back from, he’d swim too far and drown in his own self disgust. he wasn’t able to bring himself to speak to you about what had caused him to hold himself back, but was completely fine indulging in his own pleasure. pathetic. 

had he really changed in the ways his mind had convinced him of? would he never regain the innocence of who he used to be? 

a particularly loud moan snapped him out of his own head, a thick fog clearing out as you dragged him from the deep end, saving him as you always did. 

you. he could picture you now, panties soaked and sticky with the evidence of your unholy arousal, hot pink tip of your toy making a mess of your swollen clit. you were pretty, he didn’t have to see you to know so. his pretty girl with a pretty mess between her thighs. 

he should be the one pressing such unrelenting vibrations against your core, soaking up every praise that left your perfect lips. you would tell him how good he was through broken breaths. he knew that.

“fuck! spence–”

it was like you could hear his thoughts as clearly as he could hear you. you said his name. you were sleepless thinking about him. worked up thinking about him. 

spence. spencer spencer spencer. he would die a thousand deaths, bleed at your unyielding hand, just to hear you moan his name again. 

what was wrong with him. 

he hadn’t even realized he’d began palming himself through his trousers until he was too far gone to stop. was it better because he was demonstrating some sort of control by not stroking himself fully? or was it simply more wretched that he managed to get off through such light touches by completely tainting your glowing image. 

he landed on the latter, as his self loathing would not allow him to think highly of himself in such a pivotally low moment. but his greed was too strong, festering until it consumed him. he hung onto every sound that passed your lips, small praises as you thought of him. soft whimpers a harmony of your pleasure, and his misdoings. 

he was a horrible boyfriend, as he feared he would be.

which was exactly why his palm didn’t stop its cruel pace against the growing flame in his core. 

his hand moved with an uncoordinated velocity saved only for the desperation of you, chasing a high where you were at the peak. 

your sounds never faltered, the comfort of letting go, of foolishly thinking you were in the clear to let two months of built up tension escape through your spent throat. spencer hated himself for getting off on the fact that you had no idea he could hear you, that you truly didn’t know he was aware of how badly you wanted him, that he felt the same, if not more in return. 

revolting. anyone would be revolted if they knew, if they could see what he saw, hear what he heard, if his vile actions were to ever be exposed he was sure he would curl up and die, unable to face the extent of his shame. or maybe he was so unworth saving that the humiliation would only push him further.

he hadn’t any way of knowing, because this moment, not unlike many other thoughts, would end up locked in an impenetrable vault where anything undeserving lurked, each disgusted in their own likeness. it was suffocating. he wasn’t sure where else to keep them. 

it was almost ironic that his own self disgust sent him barrelling over the edge, so quickly he had no way of stopping its path. he couldn’t keep breathing, he had to rip his teeth into his bottom lip in order to not make a sound, he was loud, he knew so, had been told so in the past. louder than you were, yet he suppressed it because something had told him that he had to, that he’d changed. 

spencer sat in the shame of sticky soiled slacks, with the taste of iron on his tongue as he listened to you finish with a squeal of his name.

spencer had thought he would become distant, he laid awake, now to silence as he watched wisps of sun dance across his ceiling through the gaps in his curtains, and felt you in every fleeting moment of warmth they provided. he knew he would implode from the lack of you, even if every moment felt like he was stealing what he would never have the grace of deserving. 

spencer reid, was in his own eyes, more selfish than what he knew to do with. 

things felt simpler in the time before, when he first realized he liked you. when he spent his time dreaming up little what-ifs. when every miniscule queue, every blink, every breath, felt like he was grasping at air searching for even a hint of love, love for him. 

now he knew that you loved him. and knowing should’ve been enough. more than enough. selfish. he felt he was being selfish. 

selfish because he wouldn’t–couldn’t–tell you what was wrong with him. he wanted you to keep him. he didn’t want to give you an out because what he wanted more than anything was for you to stay. selfish.

so selfish that he blinked and he was outside your door. he’d changed since the mess of prior… events. he’d cleaned up. something in him wanted to be pretty, for you. to feel like he wasn’t lying about who he’d become.

selfishness reared its ugly head and formed itself as a desperate knock turned crashing of lips. the swapping of spit, as if transferring just a bit of you, your bacteria, your soul, your anything, could fight whatever infected him. fix him. he believed you were pure enough to do so. 

“spencer?–when did you get back?–”

he tried to let you speak, he swore it. pulling away because you deserved to be heard, because he wanted to listen. yet he dove back in because he could feel the rot writhing back every second he was away from your skin.

his mouth melded with yours as if it were meant to be, and he let himself believe it was, before pulling away to mutter a useless string of apologies. you weren’t here to save him, but he’d keep crawling back like you had the power to. 

“spencer–”

he wouldn’t let you finish, lips already back on yours because he couldn’t breathe on his own, contrasting how his anatomy actually functioned, you rewired him completely. he backed you into a wall, hard, without meaning to, hands too busy cupping your perfectly warm cheeks, body too busy pressing into yours, mind too busy being full of you. he wouldn’t have noticed your discomfort if not for the small wince you kissed into his lips.

the drop in his chest settled like an anchor in his stomach as he pulled off of you so quickly he surely gave himself whiplash, hands empty, body cold. 

“did i hurt you? i’m so sorry–i–”

he couldn’t even find the words if he tried. the vast library of knowledge that was his brain rendered completely useless. he was only thinking of himself. what he thought he’d done. aggressive, violent, unpredictable. he felt like he was once again looking over his shoulder when he was only looking at you. 

“what? no–i just slept weird the other night and have a kink in my back, it’ll pass… are you okay?”

you missed him. you wanted to simply hold him, wrap your arms around him and rock back and forth like a calm ship at sea. a soothing rhythm. though, you weren’t sure if he’d accept your touch if you tried. you’d never seen him so scared. 

all he wanted was to feel you. and when your hand tentatively met the flesh of his cheek, he melted into it so quickly it was hard to keep the threatening tears in his eyes at bay. you were too good to him. you were perfect.

“when you were drunk?”

he was asking about your sleep. something that felt extraordinarily minor in this current moment. you were far more occupied with his sporadically odd behavior and concerned with the fact that he was ignoring it. his touch was always welcome, but spencer had a way of pushing his needs aside, and his actions felt weirdly forced in a way you weren’t familiar with. his affection typically felt more natural. 

“yes i guess so, i kind of woke up sort of folded in half–i guess? i’m fine now,”

you made a small gesture with your hands, demonstrating the pretzel shape that had haunted your drunken dreams and left you with a deadly case of neck stiffness. entirely untreatable. fatal, judging from spencers abhorrent expression. 

hypocrite. this was a moment that required your concern for him. something that he did not offer up lightly. 

“so… when did you get back? how was the case? have you eaten?”

the strategy of bombarding him with so many questions that he was actually forced to answer at least one had yet to be patched (small wins), and spencer smiled as his hand stroked short circles at the small of your back. 

his touch was soft, skilled yet still delicate, as if you were something fragile and would shatter under the lightest impact. but not in a way that ever made you feel small. just, wanted.

he was so gentle with you now, the striking jump leaving you dizzy when his taste was still prickling on your lips. 

“everything went fine, don’t worry–it was local–but you know that…”

he was doing everything not to lie to you and still failed.

“i got in about an hour ago, i didn’t want to wake you i guess–sorry… let me help with your back and then i’ll make us something to eat? yeah?”

not exactly the truths you deserved. anything to deter from the fact that he had definitely been home for hours and definitely knew how much you missed him. 

“you didn’t want to wake me at nine o'clock on a sunday?”

your brow curved, spencer’s brain perceived that as an obvious message for something along the lines of i know you’re a pervert and now you have to explain yourself in excruciating detail you disgusting dog when he really knew you had only meant it as a tease. 

“yes… you like to sleep in.”

how had he circled the conversation back to you again?

“you didn’t want to wake me with a text… so you waited around for an hour and showed up at my door…”

it could be believable, he hoped. there truly was zero method to spencer’s madness over you. nothing had to make sense. it just was. he’d hoped you’d buy it so he would not be sent to the pound with his tail between his legs. 

“exactly. i just missed you too much. needed to see you.” 

he used his stupid looming-over-you-turned-bending to shove his nose into the crook of your neck and then proceeded to nuzzle himself in the warmth there as a means of disarming you. don’t be fooled by the shine in his eye and the way his arms wrapped your shoulders, he was evil. 

you mumbled a curt missed you too into his hair because it worked. you were easy. 

“let me fix it now?”

you could feel his teeth against your skin as he spoke, his breath sweltering against your already hot flesh. was this a practice of persuasion? some sort of profiling technique, making you malleable enough to blindly follow what he says without so much of a second thought?

“hmm? fix what?” 

you ran your fingers through his messy chestnut hair, two could play at that game, spencer. you could even out the playing field. you scratched his scalp ever so slightly, tips of your fingers worshiping, lulling, until he was just as dazed as you. 

he was easy too.

“lemme rub your back for you. get the knot out of your shoulders… please it’ll feel so nice.” 

and, fifteen minutes later your face was buried into the same pillow you’d gripped only hours before when you were… thinking of him. 

your top half was bare (because spencer swore it was better that way) and you didn’t have it in you to argue with science, or the fact that he had asked you to take your top off in the first place. a simply demure woman. 

shirtless face down while spencer’s left thigh cut into the curve of your right ass cheek. he was bony. long a spiraling and so devastatingly climbable and– if this was a ploy to take your mind off the insignificant sting in your shoulder, by making you ridiculously horny, it was absolutely working. 

if he moved a good four inches left you were sure you could make something else bony. 

you moaned when his thumb dragged over the harsh blade of your shoulder. he was really, really good with his hands. what wasn’t he good at? 

the cool metal of the watch he hadn’t removed was a striking temperature against the burning heat of your back, which had been lathered in some warm essential moisturizing oil you rarely touched, that he’d found in the mess of products in your bathroom. because lubrication was important (was everything he said sexual or had your brain already melted?)

his hands were big as they were long. sheer size most definitely spanning across the width of your face with ease, and currently covering large sections of your skin with ease. he practically kneaded your flesh like dough, following a strict stress reducing pattern he’d undoubtedly studied.

if he went just a little bit lower his hands would be on your ass. that was honestly what was keeping the fire between your thighs ablaze. that and his scent. and his voice. and him… come to think of it, spencer had never really touched you there, his hands always seeming to stop just a touch too low on your waist, yet still remaining too high to actually make themselves useful. 

maybe he just wasn’t an ass guy. 

actually. you’d caught him staring in the reflections of full length mirrors far more than once. you’d spared him his dignity when your eyes had met. you regretted it now as he drained what felt like years of weight off of your shoulders, and sent every electric shock straight to your cunt because he was incapable of achieving perfect domestic boyfriend status without turning you on. 

but that was as much your fault as it was his. 

back to his hands though. they were good. great even. gold star worthy (you knew he had a praise kink, and you’d use it against him if he wasn’t literally against you… you should be stronger than this.)

his deft fingers traced little beauty marks and blemishes you hardly recognized the existence of. you knew every pattern he found in your skin would be catalogued in the files of his brain, most definitely in his favourites folder. 

“feels good, spence.”

that was practically the first time you’d spoken to him since he’d started. you hadn’t even recognized the sound of your own voice. was that even you?

he’d sort of expected you to instruct him where to touch, how much pressure to apply, how fast, how slow. you were demanding (lovingly) and he liked when you told him what to do. 

weirdly enough you remained relatively silent throughout the whole process (minus every little open mouthed sigh that was muffled against the growing pile of drool under your chin.)

he had reduced your brain to slop, absolute mush, only senses remaining revolved solely around him and his touch and how you were clenching around nothing and–

“yeah? that’s good. told you, angel.”

why were you worried again? you could’ve sworn you were worried about something. 

right. he was acting weird. and also you wanted to fuck him. like right now.

spencer had stopped his endlessly strung together tangent regarding the benefits of back massages, and how they lowered stress and released endorphins and yada yada sexy science crap, loosening tight muscles (could’ve spent his time loosening something tighter) and all of the sudden you were begging him to continue talking. 

was it possible to reach climax via posture correction and induced blood circulation? it was, right? 

all he could make out were quite little whines which he had assumed were an okay to continue his ministrations. little whines that were definitely not you pleading with him to never stop talking. 

wow, covering up an all consuming guilt with a hands-on anatomy lesson for your girlfriend surely proved itself a great diversion technique. way to go spencer!

and then you started rolling over and his brain literally stopped working. 

spencer had been compared to a deer before, something about his lanky clumsiness and beautiful big brown eyes (your words, not his.)

and now said comparison was proving itself undyingly correct as he stared at your chest like your pretty nipples, which now consumed the entirety of his view and thoughts, were the headlights of the most beautiful semi truck he’d ever seen. 

spencer was lucky that thought was not one that ever left his mind. for the sake of his integrity and your confidence. don’t worry, every girl dreamed of being compared to a gigantic immovable force!

and oh look–he's dead. roadkill flat against the highway. he’d wear the tiremarks like a badge of honour, he’d proudly tell the whole world that his girlfriend’s stunning tits had actually killed him. 

he absolutely did not register how stupid he appeared in the moment, or how his jaw had slacked, his mouth was agape, or how you’d said his name. 

somewhere between the unheard begs and unchecked pulses between your thighs, you’d had enough. suddenly recalling that all confrontations were short-lived and you were exceptionally good at getting what you needed. (and there was also the months of becoming increasingly insecure about your sex appeal, which probably also contributed something.) 

so you flashed him–exposed yourself to him? whatever it was, it obviously caught his attention. seems not every plan had to be meticulously thought through!

“spencer.”

your voice of his name fell on completely deaf ears. 

his gaze followed your chest as you sat up, your face was level with the mid section of his frame, and his neck was cranked in a position that most definitely violated his previous lecture regarding the correlation between postural habits and back pain. he did not care. nor did he bother to notice the discomfort in his neck. 

your eyes were only slightly, embarrassingly teary, from the sexual frustration or from genuine hurt, you truly didn’t know. but you would simply not allow yourself to reach the low of getting off to a massage because you had literally nothing else to work with. 

“are you attracted to me, spencer?”

he wouldn’t have heard your words had they not been so paralyzing. he was both confused and growing red eared (and hard) from his perversion. 

before his loose, stupid lips could jumble together a useless string of yes of course, why wouldn’t i be? you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever laid eyes on–you saved him from mortification. 

“like physically… sexually. like do i even turn you on?” 

the words would’ve landed pervertedly condescending (because he was disgusting) if he hadn’t caught the break in your voice. suddenly his melted brain reformed and flipped the profiling-my-girlfriend switch on. his mind immediately darted to the unsteady beat of your chest and your averting gaze and the way your shoulders collapsed in on yourself and oh god. 

he was a horrible boyfriend. 

“of course you do–i don’t even… i couldn’t put it into words–what you do to me.”

your scoff came off more as more of a wounded cry than anything. frail and caught in a cruel trap that was your mind and his disregarding actions. 

“really? because–well i told myself i was okay with it... but i’m not. i can’t handle being undesirable and i need you so badly and i just don’t understand why you won’t–”

you stopped yourself because you were sure you would’ve literally choked on your own words had you not, and spencer only looked at you like you were all delicate and preciously pitiful until all that you felt was guilt. because how could you ever question his love when he looked at you like that? 

i can’t handle being undesirable.

he could live a hundred lives being the best possible version of himself and still remain undeserving of you. undesirable. you were the first thing that he thought of when he woke up and the last thing when he drifted to sleep. he saw you everywhere. in everything.  

his entire team knew practically every little detail about you. from the way you scrunched your nose when you read to how you always leaned into him while you slept. all he did was desire you.

he fell to his knees–albeit awkwardly, as if your words had literally stabbed him in the chest, he believed they did. he had said he would bleed for you.

and because he never learnt to articulate his emotions properly, his mouth started moving before his brain could stop it. 

“i heard you last night.” 

your eyes went unimaginably wide in horror. you spill your guts out to a man and he decides to leave you on the side of the road instead of stitching you up. great. 

“and i lied about it because. well because i didn’t want you to know how much it affected me. and–and i know how disgusting it is and i’m so unbelievably guilty at how much i… like it. and i swear. i swear i was going to stop and then you said my name and i just–couldn’t keep my hands off–and i know it’s disgusting and i understand if you want to scream at me… or–or hit me or run away–or even hate me.” 

oh.

“you touched yourself to… the sound of me touching myself to you…”

spencer ran a hand through the mess of his hair and squeezed his eyes shut, tightly, fingers pressing into his covered corneas so hard that he prayed he would do irreversible damage to his vision, and would not have to face your repulsed expression. 

“yes. i’m sorry.”

spencer spared himself a glance at you, remembered your tits were out and now quite literally in his face, and closed his eyes again. 

“then why won’t you… have sex with me?”

“because… i’m scared,”

he breathed hard, making preparations to finally reveal a reality he’d completely hidden from you. from the fear that he was too much, held too much baggage and was too insecure and had too many deep rooted issues to ever truly love. 

and with how he’d changed. how he wanted to preserve a version of himself that no longer existed because he couldn’t bear to accept that he had changed into something festering with an unrestorable rot. 

that terrified him far more than any dirty confession could ever manage to. 

“because. a lot has happened to me. because a lot of bad things have happened to me.  I’ve become… bad. and i’m scared that if i indulge in you, i’ll only confirm that i’ve been lost for good. i’m scared i’ll hurt you.” 

he hadn’t realized he was crying until your soft hands cleared the blurred lines of his vision and pulled him close to you. his face found the crook of your neck like it always did and you soothed him by carding your fingers through his perfectly tangled hair.

he looked up at you as you cradled his face in your palms. 

“there was this unsub. and she–she did things… took advantage of me to gain a psychological upper hand, to hold something over my head. and i did time. because of her. and she made me feel–i had never felt so angry–or violent or… the things i did inside. they’re unfathomable. and when i got out… all i wanted–i wanted to hurt her. i did. she ruined me and now i’m this disgusting visicious–thing that i don’t even recongize. and if i ever hurt you i could never forgive myself–because you are the only good thing in my life and i will never be worthy of having you. i shouldn’t have lied. i should’ve told you what i really was instead of tricking you into loving me. i’m so sorry.”

it was almost too much to process–it practically hit you in the face and stole the air from your lungs. because your boyfriend just spilled a lifetime of traumatic experiences and you were shirtless questioning why he wouldn’t sleep with you. 

above all, your heart ached for him in ways you never knew were possible. 

“spencer,”

his eyes were searching yours for the inevitable look of shame, disdain, the words of contempt that he knew were tragically bound to spill from your untainted lips. 

but none of that came. you only held him closer. 

“you’ve spent months showing me exactly who you are. and i will do anything to prove how beautifully kind, and sweet–and gentle you truly are.”

spencer had taught you the importance actions held above all. behaviour spoke louder than anything. there was nothing he could tell you that could ever deter you from his light. not even for a second. 

you had never known someone like him. never been graced with something so pure and heavenly. perfect in every nook of imperfection. your love was so undyingly devout you weren’t sure how you would ever be capable of forming it into words. 

“i’m sorry if i ever made you felt like your experiences made you less than–and i’ll do anything to show you how much my love transcends anything–everything… spencer you could never. and i mean never scare me away. you’re stuck with me.”

he’d spent so long being terrified of who he’d become, living in a body he couldn’t recognize, that he’d lost sight of the fact that he was still himself. 

you’d help him find himself again. because you cared. because you loved him. because he deserved it. 

he shied away from you again, the soft curve of his nose meeting the skin of your collar bone. his favourite hiding place. you could feel his smile, the sun peeking out from behind a cloudy sky. 

“hey… let me see you.”

you chuckled, watching as he blinked back the last of tears that prickled the sensitive skin surrounding the warm gold of his eyes. 

“only if you’re okay with it–ready i mean, i want you to tell me everything. i want to be here for you, spence.”

you watched as his rosy cherub cheeks perked, his lips curved into the most tenderly compassionate smile you ever had the honour of being familiar with as he nodded. 

“i think i’d like that.” 

you pressed him closer to your bare skin, in the sense of shared proximity and loving intimacy, dragging his willing form up until you pressed a delicate kiss against his lips. 

“great! um… would you mind grabbing my shirt now–”

spencer snorted as he rose from your carpeted floor and fetched the garment that had previously been folded with a now practiced precision (because of course he folded it!)

his new found confidence had him feeling rather risqué, and he teased you by pulling it closer to his chest. 

“how about we have this conversation under the condition that i get to worship the beauty of your skin beforehand?” 

you only rolled your eyes and raised your arms so he could pull the fabric back over your body. 

“maybe next time.”

because there absolutely would be a next time. 

i remembered that neighbour reader loves sabrina and boom this fic was born! also… i was squealing writing this because!!!! them!!! i love them together so much im sick! yes i skipped far into their established relationship future, and yes, don’t worry, i will absolutely be back tracking!!! i just like needed to write this. ok i love you all!! thank you so much for reading🤍🤍 please reblog if you enjoyed! ^_^

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MASTERLIST ✧.*

ᯓ★ BTS

Hoseok:

• say I love you, and then drink it backwards

• daywalkers

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ᯓ★ CRIMINAL MINDS

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ᯓ★ MCU

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[twil1ghtz2ne]

daywalkers. ݁ᛪ༙꩜ - h. jung.

genre: zombie apocalypse! au, slight angst, married au, smut

pairing: husband! hoseok x fem. reader

summary: the apocalypse is at a all time high, you and your family are just trying to make it through day by day. but as time drags on, and storms arise, it’s harder and harder to hold on to what will inevitably slip through your fingers.

word count: 8,846

contains: MAJOR cliffhanger, zombies, oral (f. receiving), missionary, dirty talk, cumming inside, i lowkey just wanted to write an apocalypse story with slight smut LOL

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It'd been six weeks.

Nearly over a month that it'd been like this.

The life you knew it, was all changed forever.

Who knew an actual zombie apocalypse would happen? You certainly didn't and neither did your husband.

News anchors afraid to report on the issue in fear of getting eaten or attacked, and some did, on live tv.

Big wounding gashes on people, some died, others turned into zombies. The slow walking staggering, flesh eating, dead people.

It felt like the walls were caving in, your kids were scared. You didn't know if life as you knew it would go back to normal.

Would it ever? You could hear zombies roaming around everywhere, no more traffic, no more nothing, traffic had been replaced with the sounds of gurgling zombies, screaming people, and car alarms.

You sat at the window with a cup of tea, deep in thought, it nearly 7 AM. Your house was boarded up tight and you kept your weapons on hand by the door, you strongly advised your children to not touch it.

You didn't know when this would end, you didn't know how you'd even leave town. Was it a worldwide phenomenon or just town wide? 100 miles radius wide?

How much- "Mommy," Your youngest child, Yunseok spoke, his small hand tugging gently at the edge of your shirt and shaking you out of your deep thoughts. "We're ready."

You placed your cup of tea down and nodded, offering him a small tired smile before you followed him into the kitchen. It was your oldest's birthday today. Mira was turning 10, you couldn't contain the guilt you had that her birthday was happening in this mess. You and Hoseok had no gifts for her and it was certainly too dangerous to go out and buy cake.

So one singular cookie you guys had left, and a small candle. It was sad, but atleast it was something. She was standing at the table with the chocolate chip cookie infront of her on the table, Hoseok tried his best to sink the candle down into the cookie without it falling.

As the world crashed and burned outside, atleast you four had this quiet moment. The lighter flickered on and Hoseok very carefully lit the candle. "You guys ready?" He asked you and Yunseok. The both of you nodded and you sang happy birthday to the sad but brave daughter of yours.

She was disappointed it had to be like this, but you and Hoseok raised her up to be grateful. When you had all finished, she leaned forward and Hoseok gently pulled her long black hair back so it wouldn't get in the way as she took a moment to make a wish and blow out her candle.

Call it mother's intuition, but you could tell she was wishing for the apocalypse to be over and life as we knew it to return.

"Happy birthday, kid. Proud of you. When this is all over, we'll celebrate again, okay?" Hoseok spoke, hugging your daughter.

"When will this be over?" She frowned which made Hoseok frown himself. He pulled back and crouched down to her level.

"I don't know baby, but when it is and it will be, we'll all celebrate again. But as for today, we still can, isn't that right? What about I braid your hair and then you and Yunseok make a blanket fort? Hmm? How's that sound?" Hoseok said.

Yunseok practically beamed at this idea, nearly jumping up and down. "Yeah! I wanna make a blanket fort!"

Mira's smile flickered onto her lips and she nodded. "Can you even braid, Dad?"

"Can I braid? Watch me. They used to call me the hair braider in high school." Hoseok smirked as they all migrated into the living room. Mira taking her cookie with her as she walked and chewed.

Yunseok snorted at Hoseok's words. "Top 10 things that never happened." The little boy said which made you chuckle.

When they got there, Hoseok sat down on the carpeted floor with his legs crossed and beckoned for Mira to sit down infront of him. Y'all's cable thankfully still worked, and it was very much needed to watch and keep up with the news. You kept the volume low just incase zombies did attempt to attack.

You sat nearby and watched as your family bonded, and caught yourself smiling. The sentiment nice despite what was going on outside. Yunseok decided to get a head start on making the blanket fort.

Hoseok carefully handled Mira's hair, attempting (miserably) at braiding it. The girl sits patiently as he does it and watches the news on the small tv on the low volume.

The news is background noise at this point. The news anchor on the tv says, "Officials continue urging residents to remain indoors. The evacuation centers are almost at full capacity. Military checkpoints are being established, and soldiers should arrive in town by tomorrow morning."

Yunseok was also focused on the woman on the television's words as he slowly made his blanket fort. "Can Grandma come here?" The boy asks innocently.

Silence. You and Hoseok share a look.

"Baby, Grandma's too far." You told him.

Yunseok nodded quietly. The gears turning in his head. "When the zombies are gone, she'll visit."

"I'm sure." Hoseok answers.

Hoseok continues "braiding" for a few minutes then puts his hands down. "Ta-da! All braided."

Yunseok pads over and giggles. "That does not look like a braid."

Mira looks at her hair in the television reflection. "Dad… this is more like a knot."

You try and hold in your laughter watching the interaction. "It's… still… something?" Hoseok says.

"You were NOT a hair braider in high school." Mira says as Yunseok is set on making his blanket fort in the background.

"Hey now, I did my best." Hoseok laughs then turns his attention to Yunseok. "You want me to help?" Hoseok moves a cushion a little to the left and Yunseok retaliates.

"No, no! This blanket goes here! Not there." The boy says and adjusts it.

"Buddy, that's the couch cushion." Hoseok speaks and Yunseok nods proudly. "Exactly."

He patches it up, putting the blanket on top of the cushions to make it more tent like. "It's zombie proof."

Hoseok chuckles and plays along. "Yes, military grade engineering. Very sturdy."

Mira rolls her eyes. "It's literally falling over."

You chuckle and agree. "It's like the three little pigs and the bad wolf, one huff and the whole thing will fall down."

"They don't know what they're talking about, do they, Yunseok?" Hoseok says to the boy who immediately nods.

"Yeah, you guys stay out there and get ate by zombies. Me and dad are smart." Yunseok says, sure of himself as he cozies into the fort and Hoseok tries his best to hunker down into the small fort beside him.

"Okay I wanna be in the fort though too.." Mira pouts and Hoseok smiles softly and beckons her to come get in with them, she happily runs over and crawls in with them.

You smile softly as you admire your little family. "While you guys have fun in there, I'm gonna clean up outside, okay?"

"Be careful." Hoseok says strictly.

You nod. "I will."

As you walk away from the living room and near the front door, the rifle you and Hoseok kept stayed right there. You slipped on some shoes onto your bare feet and grabbed a broom. You peeked out the window very carefully and it was desolate.

The water had been cut, so you guys were surviving on a pack of bottled water and rain water you were collecting in a bucket outside on the porch. You opened the door quietly and closed it carefully behind you.

You saw all the broken glass and trash on the porch from zombies bashing in other nearby house or car windows, you carefully swept up the glass and just as you were finishing up, you saw a familiar face across the street outside as well.

Your neighbor, Mr. Harrison. He'd gave you guys some extra supplies he had before, and he always liked to teach Yunseok magic tricks. He saw you outside too, but was weary of making too much noise.

He raised his hand up, as a silent way of saying hello to you, and you returned the action.

He looked both ways before quickly but carefully crossing the street to come up to your porch. "Hey." He greeted as he walked closer.

"Hey, how goes?" You ask to which he nods, his hands in his front pockets.

"It's alright. I mean how good can it be? We're literally in an apocalypse. But, how about you? How are you and the family holding up?" He asks you.

You hold onto the stick of the broom with one hand and put your other hand on your hip. "We're okay. Today's my oldest's birthday so they're inside quietly making blanket forts. I just needed to clean up out here."

"I heard they're establishing military checkpoints." Mr. Harrison speaks.

"Yeah, I saw that too. Hopefully it helps." You reply.

"God only knows. They're setting up a food bank tomorrow, so maybe we can all go together for safety. I have weapons we can defend ourselves with if you guys don't have any." He speaks.

"Thank you. We have a rifle and a few other guns as well, that sounds like a good idea I'll definitely mention it to Hoseok." You say.

"Alright then, see you tomorrow. You guys stay safe." He nods and begins slowly making his way back across the street to his house.

"You too!" You say and Mr. Harrison slowly disappears back across the street and into his yard.

You carefully dispose of the broken glass and bring the bucket of rain water inside the house, you board the door back up and lock it up tight.

"Were you talking to someone outside?" Hoseok asks, peering up at you from inside the blanket fort still with Yunseok sitting on Hoseok's side.

"Yeah, it was just Mr. Harrison. He said they're establishing a food bank tomorrow and if we all wanted to go together for safety." You tell him as you sit the heavy bucket down in the kitchen.

"That sounds good- Ow! Yunseok, that is my rib!" Hoseok winces.

"Sorry." The younger boy giggles.

"Okay guys, we have this big bucket of rain water, and between us we are going to very sparingly use it to wash our hair. Okay?" You tell them, and Yunseok and Mira immediately pay attention and nod to your words.

"Okay, get off your dad and come over here please." You smile soft and Yunseok and Mira pad over quickly.

"Okay, go put on some clothes that you won't mind getting wet and then meet me in the bathroom." You tell them and the two run off in the direction of their bedrooms.

You headed to the bathroom and grabbed the shampoo, when your two children ran into the bathroom a few minutes later wearing old clothes, you instructed what to do, you got a empty cup to dip into the rain water and you got them to sit down on the shower floor.

You showed Mira how to wash her brother's hair, and while they cleaned up, you and Hoseok went to talk.

"So, the food bank tomorrow? Are we sure that's safe?" Hoseok says, his concerned tired brown eyes searching your face.

"I mean, we need more food sooner than later. Plus, Jim said he'll go with us and he has weapons too. With our weapons and his, I think we should be okay." You tell him, hoping to ease his worries.

Hoseok nods. "I just don't want you or the kids getting hurt, or worse, bit or infected."

"We won't, Hobi. Look how well Mira and Yunseok stick close to each other." You tell him and nod your head towards the shower floor where Mira lathered her younger brother's head with shampoo.

Yunseok sputtered and slightly shook his head like a wet dog. "You got water in my ear!"

Mira snickered. "Good."

"Good? Why good?" He pouted.

"Cause maybe it'll wash your brain." She giggled.

You chuckled as the two went back and forth and you leaned your head on your husband's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you as you two admired the life you'd built together, despite the circumstances right now.

Dusk was soon upon them all, and you and Hoseok were tucking your two children into bed. You had them share the same bed and put flashlights on their bedside table so incase of emergency evacuation it'd be easier and quicker to gather everyone up.

Yunseok's small hand reached for the flashlight and switched it on, aiming it at the dark wall. He put his hand up. "Look! I'm making a bird."

Mira giggled and made a peace sign with her two fingers. "I'm making a bunny."

"My bird easily solos your stupid bunny." Yunseok laughed.

"Bunnies are bigger than birds!" She argued.

Hoseok laughed. "Okay, okay. No more bunny and bird shadow puppets." He took the flashlight and switched it off, placing it back on their wooden bedside table.

You pulled the cover up to them and tucked it in. "Okay, you know the routine. What was good thing that happened today?"

Ever since the apocalypse, you all started this tradition to answer something good that happened that day so they wouldn't lose hope. The world seemed really dark right now, and you wanted your kids to still be optimistic.

"Dad made a terrible braid in Mira's hair." Yunseok chuckled which made everyone laugh.

"C'mon, it wasn't that bad." Hoseok says.

"It was." Mira giggled.

"Okay fine. And you?" He asks.

Mira looks around and thinks for a moment before she says, "My one good thing is we're all together."

You softened at your daughter's words, the room fell into comfortable silence and shared love between the four of you.

"And… Mommy actually smiled today. She laughed at the braid and Yuni's blanket fort." Mira said, turning towards you.

You nodded. "Yeah. As long as we're all together, I think we'll be okay."

Hoseok gets up from the bed and kisses them each on the forehead. You follow soon, standing up.

"Get some rest you two, and happy birthday, Mira." You smile at them, before crossing the room with Hoseok and closing the bedroom door and you and Hoseok made your way down the hall to your bedroom.

You and Hoseok closed your door halfway and pulled the covers back, crawling into bed.

"I really hope the military helps when they arrive tomorrow morning." You tell him as you lay in bed together.

"They will. They have to." Hoseok responds, he turns on his side and wraps his arms around you, to which you return the gesture.

"Goodnight. I love you."

"Goodnight. I love you too."

When you woke up, everything was hazy from waking from deep sleep, but you heard sniffling and crying beside your bed.

Hoseok snapped up too, he sat up in bed instantly at the sound and looked around to spot a sniffling sad Yunseok beside the bed.

"Dad… you and Mira were eaten by zombies and I had to watch, and.." Yunseok sniffled, hyperventilating between words.

Nightmare.

"Hey, hey." Hoseok says softly, his voice rough from sleep but he reaches for the boy, hugging him. "It's okay. It was just a nightmare."

"What if they get you?" Yunseok hiccups, his breathing heavy as he sobbed.

"Shhh, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that never ever happens. We're safe." Hoseok promises the fear ridden boy.

"But… what if.." Yunseok sniffles.

"I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. But I'm gonna be right here tonight, okay?" He tells him and Yunseok nods, rubbing his teary eye.

Hoseok wipes the rest of Yunseok's tears off his face with his thumbs. "Do you want me to go to your room with you? Show you nothing's here?"

Yunseok nodded and Hoseok gets out of bed carefully, holding Yunseok's small hand as they walk down the hall to his bedroom.

Yunseok crawls into the bed and Hoseok tucks him back in before crouching on the floor and laying down beside Yunseok and Mira's bed.

"The floor looks uncomfortable." Yunseok states.

"Yeah, it is." Hoseok chuckles.

"You can sleep in my bed." Yunseok offers.

"I was hoping you'd may say that." Hoseok says before standing up and Yunseok scoots over to make room.

Hoseok crawls in and wraps his arms around Yunseok. "Get some rest. No zombies here."

When the morning light filtered through the windows, the next time everyone was woken up, was by a banging by the door.

You sat up in the empty bed since Hoseok was in Yunseok and Mira's room. Your heart mimicked the banging on the door in your chest. Was that a zombie?

You slipped on shoes and quickly walked out of the bedroom and when you did, Hoseok met you there by coming out of the kid's bedroom alone. He was woke up by it too.

"What is that?" You quietly ask Hoseok.

"I don't know. Grab the rifle." Hoseok speaks back. He had closed the kid's bedroom door and you two slowly and carefully made your way to the front door.

The banging was right there close up now, right in your ears. You grabbed the rifle and quickly checked the ammo.

Hoseok carefully pulled back a curtain only halfway to see outside. Then he let it fall and sighed in relief. "It's not a zombie."

You looked at him confused. "It's not?"

"No." Hoseok shook his head and opened the door. "Seokjin, what are you doing here? Quickly come in."

Seokjin quickly walked inside the house and Hoseok closed the door behind him, locking and boarding it back up. You placed the rifle back down by the door.

"Zombies tore my house piece by piece. I don't know how I got out alive." Seokjin speaks. He was Hoseok's older brother who lived on the other side of town.

"How'd you get here?" You ask him.

"I literally ran all the way. I had to stop for breath and to hide a few times, but it took me like only two hours." Seokjin tells them.

"Here, sit." You tell him and get one of the bottles of water you guys stored and unscrewed the lid and handed it to him.

Seokjin sits at the table and takes a long drink of the water. "Thank you." He says when he finally swallows it.

"Here, stay here with us. You can crash on the couch. We have this place pretty much boarded up." Hoseok tells him.

"Thank you, so much. I owe you guys one." He tells the both of you.

Yunseok stumbles out of his bedroom, rubbing his eyes with Mira following closely behind him. "Uncle Jin?" The boy asks sleepily.

Seokjin smiles and opened his arms. "There he is."

Yunseok's smile creeped up onto his face and he ran straight into his uncle's arms. Wrapping his arms around the tall man.

Seokjin grunted as he caught him. "Since when did you weigh a hundred pounds?"

"I'm only eight and a half." Yunseok tells him confidently.

"And a half? Your birthday is in three months, you're eight." You chuckle.

"Hey, c'mon mom that's close enough." Seokjin tells you, vouching for his nephew playfully.

Mira walked over to the two of them and stood there. "I thought zombies got you."

"They almost did." Seokjin said, holding his finger up and shaking it, but then he leaned closer to the girl and lowered his voice dramatically. "But then I remembered."

"Remembered what?" Mira asked, confused as she tilted her head.

"I'm incredibly handsome."

Yunseok frowned. "How does that help?"

"It distracts them." Seokjin tells him, poking the younger boy's side to make him laugh.

Mira snorted. "No it doesn't."

"It absolutely does-" Seokjin went on with the two kids, as that faded into the background, you and Hoseok were scavenging the kitchen, using the very little food you had left to make breakfast.

"Good, now that Jin's here, he can stay with the kids while you and I go to the food bank with Harrison." You tell Hoseok as you use the very little pancake mix you had left.

"Yeah. That is a good idea." Hoseok agrees.

You poured the mix into a pan to cook it, the sound of the mix sizzling against the pan and the chatter of your family in the background made life almost seem normal again.

"Uncle Jin, play with us." Yunseok insists, tugging on Seokjin's dirty sleeve from his earlier escape from zombies.

"Okay. What do you guys wanna play?" Seokjin asks, looking between the two.

"Can we draw?" Mira asks.

"Oh yes, I'm an AMAZING artist. Just ask your dad." Jin insists, nodding towards Hoseok.

Hoseok looks towards the kids and silently shakes his head and makes a face. As in saying, 'he's full of shit'.

The three drew on paper with what was left of Yunseok's school crayons on torn out notebook paper on the kitchen table.

Yunseok burst out laughing at Jin's drawing of a zombie. "It looks like Dad!"

Hoseok raised an eyebrow as he brought a plate of food for the two kids over to the table. "Excuse me?" He asked as he set the plates down.

Before anyone could say another word, a very loud electronic tone came through from the living room TV.

Every head turned towards the TV, and you quickly turned the stove off and ran towards it, turning the tv volume up.

The weather anchor appeared on the tv screen.

"The National Weather Service has issued a severe thunderstorm warning that will reach this county by the next hour and is in effect until late afternoon. If you are in this area, you need to reach shelter in a basement or a small windowless room effective immediately."

You and Hoseok share a worried look. The food bank.

"I'm scared of thunder." Yunseok frowned.

"It's just a little storm. Thunder can't hurt you, it's just loud." Seokjin promises him.

"We can make another blanket fort if you want Yuni, and if it gets bad we can relocate it to the basement." Mira tells him and Yunseok nods.

You and Hoseok meet in the kitchen to talk. "What are we gonna do? If the storm hits and we can't get out, we won't be able to get food, and we're already almost out. I had enough to feed the kids and only a little for us three. Not to mention everyone will be raiding the food bank because of the storm and there will be nothing left. We need to get Jim and go now." You tell him matter of factly, anxious and trying to get a game plan together.

"No. I'll go. It's better if one of us goes incase we get caught in the storm, or worse, if more zombies emerge." Hoseok tells you, already pulling his jacket over his shoulders and his arms through the long sleeves.

"Hoseok." You scold, stepping closer.

"Don't worry. I'll get Harrison and we'll be together." He tells you, hoping to ease your worried mind.

"Be safe. Take this," You tell him, going to the locked kitchen drawer and discreetly unlocking and opening it. You pulled out the small revolver and pushed it to his chest.

Hoseok nodded and secures the gun in the holster on his pants. "Save me a pancake." He picked up an empty backpack so he could bring food back with him in it.

"Be safe. Seriously." You tell him and step closer and press a soft lingering kiss on his lips. "If you take too long, Jin's eating yours."

"I will." He promises then chuckles at your comment. "He wouldn't dare."

"Watch me!" Jin calls from the kitchen table and you two chuckle.

"Guess I better hurry then." Hoseok says and unlocks the door and heads across the street to get Mr. Harrison and head to the food bank. You watch out the sliver of the curtain before letting it fall.

"Mommy, where's Dad going?" Yunseok asks you.

"The food bank. To gather us some food before the storm hits."

You clean up after the kids when they're done eating, and you and Jin ate the rest of the little food you had. "Can I help, Mommy?" Your daughter asked sweetly.

"Well, all I need to do is wash dishes, baby." You tell her and instruct her on how to do it, you used one of the last water bottles you had to do it.

"Do you think Dad will bring cereal?" Yunseok asks as he briefly looks up from his coloring.

"Maybe." You answer him.

"What about chocolate cereal?" Yunseok questions.

You laugh. "Maybe baby, if he finds any."

As you and Mira finish up the rest of washing the dishes, and Jin and Yunseok color, you finish cleaning up the kitchen and urge her to go start building another blanket fort with her younger brother.

She runs off to the kitchen table and leads Yunseok into the living room to begin building again.

Jin walks closer to you. "Thanks… for letting me stay."

You looked up from wiping water from where some of the water from the bottle spilled. "Jin, you didn't even have to ask."

Jin let out a quiet laugh. "Still. Means a lot."

"You're family." You tell him and fold the dish towel up and place it neatly on the counter.

You and him share a small smile and quiet moment between the two before Jin's head whips over to look at the kids building the fort. You stood beside him and tilted your head as you watched yourself.

"They've handled all of this better than most adults." Jin comments.

You nodded. "They shouldn't have to."

Silence stretched between you at the weight and honesty of your words.

"No," Jin agreed softly. "They shouldn't."

"It's weird."

"What is?" You ask, watching him lean against the counter with his arms crossed.

"For a second," He glanced towards the kid laughing inside the blanket fort, flashing their flashlights at each other. "It almost feels normal again."

You smiled sadly. "Almost."

As if the sky had overheard the conversation, a low rumble of thunder rolled across the neighborhood.

The room fell quiet for a moment. The house grows darker.

You glance at the clock. Hoseok should be finishing up by now anyway.

The rain started slow, just a few taps on the roof. You were thankful that Mira was distracting Yunseok from the thunder inside the blanket fort, and Jin was in the kitchen with you still, small talk conversation.

As time dragged on, Jin asks:

"How long has he been gone?" He was referring to Hoseok.

You check the clock. "About forty minutes."

He nods. "Food bank's probably crowded."

You scoff and agree. "Yeah, can you imagine."

Jin says that to reassure you, but he looks toward the sliver of the outside from the part that wasn't boarded up on the window.

Between time passing on and on, the wind increasingly picking up outside and thunder getting louder, and Yunseok's very constant periodic "Is Dad home yet?" questions. You were slowly starting to internally worry.

Rain started to pound the roof, some boards banged against the house. You go to check outside the window. Nothing. Deserted. Isolated. No one to be seen except the heavy violent downpour of rain on the roads and the trees whipping from the harsh wind.

You walk back to the kitchen, but then go right back to check the window again.

Nothing. Still.

You pace a little then go to the boarded locked down front door. Your hand hovers wanting to unlock and unboard it to look outside. But you stop yourself. If he was out there, you would hear him. You retreat defeatedly back to the kitchen.

You try and distract yourself and tidy the kitchen, mess with things that were already clean. Jin notices, he'd been watching the entire time. But he doesn't say anything.

Mira ran up to you after being cozied up in the blanket fort. "Mommy, do we have another battery? One of our flashlights died."

You didn't hear her. You were deep in thought, thinking the worse and chewing on your nail.

Mira tilts her head and then tugs on your sleeve. "Mommy…"

You snap out of your daze and quickly straighten your posture and look down at her. "Yeah, baby?"

"You're worried." She frowns.

You force a smile and quickly shake your head. "No, I'm okay. What did you say now? A battery?"

She nods and Jin goes to keep Yunseok company while you and Mira search for a spare battery, when you find it, you pop the compartment on the flashlight open and take the old dead battery out, and place the new one in and snap it back up. You hand it to her proudly.

She smiles and runs back to the fort, clamoring in with her brother and uncle.

You took a deep breath, you realized you were gripping the counter far too tight. He'd be back soon. You had to stop freaking out.

The storm probably just delayed it, he's-

BANG BANG BANG

Thudding on the door. You flinch and your heart kickstarts. Thank God.

Everyone heard it, everyone was alert. Jin quietly advised the kids to stay where they were and he got up and walked over with you.

You peered outside the window, expecting it to be your husband. But it was someone very unexpected.

Two soldiers.

There was a military truck parked in the front yard.

You and Jin share a confused look before you swing the door open. "Hello." You greet.

"Hi, ma'am. We're evacuating this whole neighborhood before the storm gets worse. It's attracting more zombies specifically to this area. How many live here?" The first soldier tells you and Jin.

"Me, my husband, our two children, and his brother here is staying with us as well." You tell them.

"Okay, if you could gather them all up, we need to leave. Quickly." One of the soldier states.

"We're waiting for my husband." You immediately tell them. "He's just at the food bank- He'll be back anytime." You reassure.

"We're locating families into local off grid safe houses, the zombie threat is getting worse and the storm is just pulling them in." The soldier tells you.

"I see. If you wanna come inside, my husband will be back anytime." You tell them.

The second soldier looks to the sky, the thunder rolling in the distance. "Ma'am."

"No." You answer immediately and strictly. "We can't. My husband is coming back."

The soldiers look at eachother before deflating and surrendering. "Okay. We'll come in and wait."

You step aside and let them cross the threshold into your house and you lock and board the door back up.

The soldiers stand in the kitchen, Yunseok and Mira anxiously peer at them through the blanket fort, all you can see of them is their anxious eyes.

"I'm Sergeant Daniel Carter." The first soldier tells you, holding his hand out for you and Jin to shake which the both of you do. "And this is Private Eli Brooks." The sergeant nods to his partner who also then proceeds to shake the both of you's hands.

"I'm Y/N Jung, this is Seokjin Kim. Mira, Yunseok, come greet these soldiers please! They don't bite." You call for your kids who obey and slowly come out of the blanket fort and into the kitchen, gazing up at the two suited up men.

"This is my daughter, Mira, and my son Yunseok." You introduce them, placing each hand on both of their shoulders.

"How old are you guys?" The sergeant asks.

"I just turned 10." Mira says.

"Wow. Just stepped into the double digits. How about you, buddy?" He tells Mira then turns to Yunseok.

"Eight and a half." Yunseok speaks shyly.

The camouflaged man smiled. "Eight and a half, huh? That's important."

Yunseok nodded and Daniel glanced toward the living room. "Pretty impressive setup you have." He tells them.

Yunseok brightens a little. "Yeah, it's zombie proof."

Daniel raises his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Mhm." Yunseok nods.

"What if they come through the roof?" The soldier points out and Yunseok gasps then goes deep in thought for a moment.

"They don't climb." He says, crossing his small arms.

Daniel nods carefully. "Good point." And Eli cracks a smile.

Mira glances at Eli's keychain. "Is that a dinosaur on your keys?"

The private softens and looks down at it and nods. "Yeah, my little sister gave it to me actually. As a good luck charm."

Mira nods. "It's cute."

You all sat together in the kitchen, you got the two soldiers some of the scarce water you had saved. Everyone sat around, just waiting for Hoseok.

As everyone interacts and talks, the storm is still raging outside. Yunseok ended up falling asleep on Jin's shoulder out of exhaustion.

Mira got you to unboard one window to watch for Hoseok, and she just sat there, watching the street and rain.

You stood there, watching with her, and the two men shared doubtful looks between them.

 

The rain only seemed to grow heavier. It drummed against the roof so heavy the television noise was almost completely unaudible.

Mira pressed her forehead against the window glass. "I can't see very far anymore."

You rested a hand on her shoulder. "He'll come through."

She nodded, hoping you were right.

Another roll of thunder shook the house, and Yunseok unconsciously curled into Jin, holding onto him in his sleep.

Daniel glanced down at his watch before looking up at the window. "How long has your husband been gone?"

You thought for a moment. "About an hour."

The sergeant's expression remained sternly neutral. "The food bank's only a few blocks away, right?"

"It is." You reply.

Daniel nodded slowly. "They've probably got a crowd because of the storm."

Eli looked down at the floor, and then Jin butted in, quietly as to not wake Yunseok, but loud enough to get a word in. "It's Hoseok. He probably started helping people carry food."

You couldn't help but smile, because yeah, that was your Hoseok. "That does sound like him."

"Exactly." Jin says.

"He'll come walking through the door and apologize for being late and worrying everyone."

You knew he was right, but silence settled over the house.

You stared at the door, expecting it to open at any second.

It didn't.

Another five minutes passed.

Then another.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Mira never took her eyes off the street outside.

Yunseok woke up, in a sleepy daze he looked around. "Dad home yet?" He blinked sleepily up at Jin.

"Not yet, bud." Jin told him.

He simply nodded and settled back onto Jin's shoulder. "Okay."

Daniel checked his watch again. He checked the weather, then quietly spoke to Eli. "We don't have much longer."

You looked up anxiously, you paced around. You refused to leave without Hoseok. Where was he?

Another flash of lightning lit up the room. Thunder cracked so loud it almost shook the house.

Daniel let out a slow breath before turning to you. "Mrs. Jung…"

You already knew what he was going to say. Your heart had been in your throat.

"We really need to leave."

"No." You immediately answered.

"Ma'am-" The soldier attempted.

"I said no." You spoke sharply, then turned to face him, desperation in your eyes. "My husband is out there."

Daniel's expression softened. "I know."

"Their father is out there." You tell the two, pointing towards Yunseok and Mira.

"I know."

"If we leave," You swallowed hard. "What if he comes home and we're gone?"

No one answered. Even Eli looked away.

Jin stood, keeping Yunseok cradled to him as he did. "She's right."

Daniel rubbed a hand over his neck, sighing and torn. "If he comes back, we'll arrange for someone to come get him and bring him to the safe house."

"You can't promise me that." You say, shaking your head.

There was silence, because you were right. He couldn't.

"Okay. We'll wait five more minutes, then we have to go." Daniel says sternly.

You pace the kitchen, chewing on your nail as you and Mira stare insanely hard outside.

Your heart hammered in your chest, you fidgeted with whatever you could. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as your eyes stung with anxious tears.

Then, it was up.

Five minutes had passed.

Nothing.

Daniel walks towards you. "Ma'am…"

You're crying now, desperate scared tears layered on your face. You took a shuddering breath in. Mira still won't move from the window.

"I'm sorry." Daniel frowns.

Daniel reaches for the front door, to unboard it. You turn your back, hand over your mouth as your lip quivers and tears flow down your face.

Mira squints as she looks out the window then slowly sits up straighter. "Wait…"

"I see someone."

Your heart hammers in your chest and you rush to the window. A shadow moving quick in the downpour as it got closer and closer.

A backpack.

A familiar jacket.

"Hoseok."

You don't wait for anyone's permission, you unboard and unlock the door and throw it open and into the rain.

Hoseok is drenched head to toe. He's covered in mud and breathing heavy. Carrying a backpack full of food. When he sees you, his tense shoulders relax.

You throw your arms around him immediately, holding him tight to you, which he does the same. Within moments, the kids run out too.

Yunseok almost knocks Hoseok over and he laughs, Mira holds onto him tight.

The moment is bittersweet, thankful and grateful.

"What happened?" You ask him.

Hoseok simply looks behind him, and across the street.

His expression grew darker.

Everyone follows his gaze.

Harrison.

He was across the street, standing in his yard. Soaked by the rain and unaturally still.

No banging, no noise.

Just… standing.

Facing your house.

"Daddy.. what happened to Mr. Harrison?" Yunseok asks anxiously.

"We got separated." Hoseok says, avoiding eye contact with Harrison.

"He… he was bitten."

You look across the street again. He hasn't moved from his yard.

Mira quietly whispers, "Is he sick?"

Hoseok swallows. "Yeah."

Daniel interrupts. "I'm sorry."

Everyone turns.

"We have to leave. Right now."

Harrison moves, not towards the house but he slowly turns his head. Another zombie appears down the street.

Then another.

"Everybody inside the truck. Now." Daniel commands and the five of you climb into the back of the truck while Daniel and Eli sit up front.

You all buckle in and can finally relax. You hold onto Hoseok, not wanting to let him go again.

Everyone made it. And in one piece.

Mira holds onto your hand, Yunseok is squeezed against Hoseok, and Jin is eternally grateful everyone made it.

The ride was seemingly peaceful despite the raging storm outside, and the fact you could be possibly leaving your house to be demolished by zombies and/or the storm.

 

Finally, you all arrive at the safe house center. You all made it.

You unbuckle and all get out of the truck to head inside the clean organized center. It was safe and had actual power and water.

A woman with a clipboard meets you at the front desk. "Children, this way please." She smiles politely.

You smile back. "We're all together."

The woman hesitates and slightly stutters. "I'm sorry… adults and minors are housed separately."

Everyone is confused. This must be a misunderstanding.

"No, they're with us." Hoseok assures.

"Children are being housed in the pediatric wing." The woman says.

"No." You veto.

"It's for their safety." The woman counters.

"The children's section has nurses, teachers and security." Daniel tries telling you, putting his hand on your shoulder. You immediately shrug him off.

"There has to be another way." Jin argued.

"They're not taking my babies." You refuse.

Hoseok holds your shoulders. "Listen to me."

"No!"

"We don't have a choice!" He exclaims.

"We'll make one!" You argue.

Hoseok's voice cracks. "If we fight them, what happens huh?"

You don't answer.

"They'll drag us away anyway." He says.

He hates saying it, you hate hearing it.

Hoseok kneels infront of the kids. His hands are shaking, you can see it, but he's trying not to let them see it.

"Hey…" He speaks softly.

Neither child says anything, they're staring at the floor.

Hoseok cups Yunseok's cheek. "You remember what we always say? At the end of each day?"

The little brown haired boy sniffles before quietly replying, "What's one good thing today."

"Yeah." Hoseok nods. "Tell me one good thing."

Yunseok looks between the two of you. "Dad came home."

Hoseok laughs with watery eyes, holding onto Yunseok before directing his attention at Mira. He sniffles and takes a shaky breath. "And…?"

"Uncle Jin came." Mira nods, Jin smiles softly behind the two of you.

"When do we come back…?" The girl asks, scared.

The woman that works there answers honestly. "As soon as you're cleared for reunification. It shouldn't take long, promise."

You fix Mira's hair and straighten Yunseok's shirt. Then you reach out and hug them so tight. Your heart aches, you couldn't believe this. This felt insanely unfair. You held them tight.

"I love you." You tell them, trying not to break into tears.

"I love you too, Mommy." Mira sniffles and Yunseok says the same.

"Take care of your brother." You tell Mira.

She nods immediately. "I will."

Then they slip away, they pull away from you and start walking with the nurses, you watch as they go and the doors close behind them. Your shaky knees give out and Hoseok catches you before you fall.

Hoseok holds onto you as you stay there. You felt as if you could throw up, you wanted your babies back safe with you. You held him tight to your chest.

"We can get you guys roomed." Eli offered, and you, Hoseok, and Jin nodded, just wanting to be safe and sit down.

The private leads you up stairs and into separate rooms. A condo that has two rooms, Jin having his own private one, and you and Hoseok having yours, but they were right next to each other.

When you and Hoseok were alone, the grief hit you strong. You two just sat there on the couch in silence for a minute. The clothes and supplies the people there supplied you with, sat on the kitchen counter. You just stared at it. Not curious to go check it out, not right now.

You're devastated. Your mind is running a mile a minute. Hoseok silently sits, he's carrying the guilt from Harrison getting bitten as well as the kids being took.

"You told me we'd keep them safe." You speak shakily, angry tears burning your eyes.

"I know." Hoseok quietly replies. "They are."

"Safe? They're not with us." You snap.

"I know." He says.

"No." You shake your head and stand up abruptly. "Don't tell me you know."

"I do."

"You don't."

Hoseok's jaw tightened. "I watched those doors close too."

"But.. you just… accepted it." You tell him, borderline pacing.

"What was I supposed to do?" He asks, his voice slightly rising. "Fight the soldiers? Get us thrown out?"

"I wanted you to do something!" You yell.

"I did!"

"You let them take our babies!" You pointed to the door, voice cracking, angry and deeply hurt tears spilling over.

"They were going to take them whether I fought or not!" He tells you, his voice echoing.

Silence follows. The room was very empty other than you two in it, just the sound of heavy breathing and you sniffling.

Hoseok drags a hand over his tired face. "I couldn't stop them."

"You… you didn't even try." You say, breath hitching, arms crossed over your body.

His head snaps up towards you. "You think I didn't want to?"

"I just want everything to be okay." You say defeatedly, sitting down next to him in defeat. Bringing your knees to your chest.

"I can't promise you that anymore, baby." Hoseok says, wrapping an arm around you.

You stare at him, he's quiet for a second. A storm brewing in his eyes, you can tell. You just stay silent, waiting for him to speak.

"I couldn't save Harrison." He swallows.

"And then… I watched strangers walk away with our kids while I stood there." He laughs bitterly through tears.

"So don't tell me I accepted this."

His voice breaks. "I've never felt more useless in my entire life."

Your anger evaporates quickly. He was hurting.

"Hoseok…"

He shakes his head. "I was supposed to protect all of you."

"You have." You tell him, your voice soft. Turning to face him and take his hands in yours.

"No." His eyes finally meet yours, exhausted, sad, and hurt swirled in them. "I couldn't protect Harrison."

Silence stretched before his breath hitched. "I couldn't protect Mira and Yunseok."

"You did." You wipe the tears from his face.

"I didn't." He shakes his head.

"You got them here though." You tell him.

"They're not with us."

"They're alive." You assure him.

"So is everyone else in this building, they're still our babies." He says, eyes watery.

"I know." Your voice breaks, your tears spilling as soon as his do. You wrap your arms tight around him and he returns the gesture. You two sat there for a long time, holding each other tight and crying.

 

After time passed, you two finally decided to get up and look around. There was finally an actual working shower with soap and shampoo. So you showered, and then Hoseok showered after you.

You laid on the bed, skin still damp from shower, and Hoseok walked out, towel still around him. He laid down beside you. You turned your head to look at him. He was still as gorgeous as the day you met him.

After a moment, he turns his head to face you too. Catching you staring. "What?"

"You look terrible." You joke, deflecting from the fact you were just thinking how he was still so gorgeous.

"Excuse me?" He says, cracking a small smile. "I almost died today."

"I know. Don't do that again." You tell him, rolling over to lay your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head.

Silence settled for a minute before you looked up at him. "You didn't get hurt while you were out did you?"

"I think I'm okay physically. It doesn't hurt to check though I guess." He says.

You sit up a little, checking his face with gentle hands, you trail down, eyes trailing down his bare chest, looking for any type of scratch or wound, the touch was gentle but electric. Hoseok swallowed hard.

You feel the shift in him and you look up at him, scolding. "Hoseok."

"What? God forbid a man is still attracted to his wife." He tells you, which makes you snicker and shake your head.

You patted down his chest and arms, but he caught your wrists.

You looked up at eachother, eyes locked on eachother.

The air was electric. The tension was heavy.

He pulls you in, kissing you for a long moment, which you return.

You stay there for a long moment, just kissing him deeply, he pulls at you, and you climb on top of him.

As you kiss him sweetly, he moves his hands that were on your face, down to your waist. You hold his hands there.

"Tell me you're mine, Hobi. Please. Tell me you're not gonna leave me behind again." You whisper against his lips.

"You knew I was yours the day we got married. And as for the other part, I'll do my best to make that happen." He tells you.

"I can't lose you." You tell him.

"I know. We won't lose each other, pretty girl." He promises you, kissing your neck sweetly, which makes you shudder and you feel him smirk against your neck. "Still works."

You take his face in your hands and kiss him a bit more hungrily this time, he returns the heat, it'd been a while since you two did this, and you were certainly frustrated and worn out and scared, you needed to be as close as possible.

As the heat rose, you took your shirt off over your head and Hoseok handled you so carefully, like you were something that might break. He took hold of your waist and lifted you up, laying you down on the bed.

He hovered over you, pinning your wrist above your head. Your breath hitched, you just wanted him so bad. Your body temperature rose so much you felt like you could burst into flames.

He kissed down your body, each kiss intended and delicate. When he got to your pelvis, he carefully slid down your flannel pajama pants and kissed downward. Your breath hitched, moaning softly you reached forward to tangle a hand in his wet brown curly hair.

He looked up at you through his lashes, a smirk forming on his lips as he carefully kissed downward and onward until he reached your core. He put your legs over his shoulders and flicked his tongue precisely over the sensitive nerve.

You nearly whimpered, you two hadn't had enough time alone to do things like this anymore, especially since having Mira and Yunseok. And especially since the apocalypse happened. It was… nice.

He worked his way carefully, he still knew every inch of your body, what exactly made you tick, what made you squirm and respond just the way he wanted you to. He kissed and sucked right between your folds. You felt embarrassed from how wet he could get you.

"Hoseok-" You whimpered, hips twitching up into his mouth, he pushed you down back on the bed, both his hands on your hips as he kept them pushed down and you let out a defeated needy whimper. His nose brushed against your clit and you gripped his hair so hard he grunted.

He doubled down on his effort, flicking and moving his tongue to help push you closer to the edge, and just when you tensed up and moaned, gripping his hair, he pulled back.

You let out a frustrated and defeated whine, laying back and looking down at him, eyes glazed over with need. He kissed the inside of your thigh and chuckled at your desperation.

"Some things never change." He chuckled to himself before pumping himself for a moment and aligning himself with your entrance.

"Shh. Relax." He whispered, intertwining his hand with yours and you nodded. He pushed in gently and you whined since it'd been a minute.

"Fuck, so tight." He grunted, just letting himself rest there for a minute to let you get adjusted. "Just breathe."

You nodded, holding onto him, both of your breathing was heavy. After a few minutes he asked if you were ready for him to move, and you nodded.

He carefully thrusted in and out of you, careful not to hurt you. But you were so used to him, it felt good. Especially the more he went, the more he hit right on your g-spot.

Tears welled in your eyes and you moaned, holding onto the back of his hair, he could feel you clenching so tight around him and it was pushing him closer to the edge.

"Fuck, just like that. Taking it so good. Fuck-" He groaned, biting his lip hard as he pushed in and out of you. "Doing so good for me, baby."

"I'm-" You moaned, your grip on him so tight your knuckles shook. "Right there-"

He kept just the pace he was at, and reached down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves in a perfect circle. Your eyes fluttered and you clenched around him as you came.

"Fuck, baby-" He moaned as he could feel you around him and it kickstarted his orgasm. He spilled into you and groaned, you both laid there, trying to catch your breath.

The air was heated and all that was left to hear in the room was the sound of the AC and the sound of the both of you guy's heavy breathing. After you sat there for a minute as the aftershocks passed, he rolled off of you and pulled you to his chest.

"Do I still got it?" He asked playfully and you swatted his chest, making him grin.

"Something like that." You answered.

 

As time passed, you knew now the both of you were safe in this house. Even if it was only temporary.

And you two had each other. As for what tomorrow brought? You just had to wait and see.

But for tonight? This. This was enough.

[twil1ghtz2ne]

say i love you, and then drink it backwards ˙⋆✮ - h. jung

genre: (resolved eventually) angst, slow burn, fling to (sort of) rivals to lovers, second chance, smut

pairing: switch! hoseok x switch f!reader

summary: you and hoseok’s fling came to an end, and he threw himself headfirst into an relationship. you didn’t mean to get attached, but you couldn’t deny the gravitational pull you had toward him. and neither could he.

word count: 6,388

contains: use of alcohol, explicit sexual content, slow burning angst bc i want yall to suffer reading this :3, hickey leaving, reader/MC has sadistic tendencies LMAO, masochist!hobi, slight….pet play… , pegging, ejaculating strap, hair pulling, doggy (m. receiving), dacryphilia, overstimulation, cowgirl/riding, cumming inside (i hate using the other word), cockwarming, slight somnophilia, needy hobi☺️☺️

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No one stops me

Nobody takes you from my hand

….

Someone ought to hold me to my words

Say I love you, and then drink it backwards.

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You and Hoseok had a fling about a month ago, it should’ve meant nothing, right?

So why did seeing that girl wrap around him burn every single nerve ending in your body up? Hoseok liked the way you made him feel, not you as a person.

Right?

You never really got closure on that whole situation, just that he wanted to stop the way things were going to focus on his work… but obviously that was just an excuse now that you saw his new girl toy wrapped all up on him.

You couldn’t stand it. It made your stomach turn, you knew you shouldn’t of gotten so attached, you remember the exact moment when you were laying in his apartment, studying his perfect facial structure as he slept and thinking to yourself ‘I should leave, I shouldn’t get attached’ but you didn’t stop yourself. You let it happen, now you were suffering the consequences.

You watched as she wrapped her slender arms around his slim waist you once wrapped around, you could almost feel your blood inside your body. You tried not to watch, but you hated every minute.

It was whatever though right? Hoseok isn’t yours, never was. It shouldn’t hurt this much. You shouldn’t hurt this much over someone that doesn’t care.

You tried to put it out of your mind, but you were irritated. Unfocused.

You were invited to a release party because someone from the company was dropping their album. But of course, when you showed up, guess who was already there? And guess who with.

You rolled your eyes in irritation and distracted yourself by ordering a drink at the bar, if you were gonna do this, you were gonna atleast do it with some alcohol in your system.

You turned back around and saw him walking with her to a corner, he was looking around and his gaze landed on you for a millisecond, but instantly looked away.

So what, he was gonna act like you didn’t exist now completely? Amazing.

It was loud, so many people made the room feel hot and muggy and this dress you had on was itching you. You could feel the bitter taste of the alcohol on your lips and feel the way it buzzed inside your body.

You turned back towards the bar and sat down on the cold barstool, when you heard a voice behind you that was far too familiar.

“You look tired.”

You sigh and turn around to meet him. There he was. Always dressed head to toe stylishly. The strobe lights of the party reflecting off his dark brown eyes, and his expression guarded as he proded you.

You tilt your head. “Shouldn’t you get back to your guest?”

His expression bitters and his perfectly kept eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you in confusion. “Gwen? What about her?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t think I didn’t see you two… around.”

Hoseok chuckles, this smug smirk on his lips that makes you want to punch him square in the face and at the same time fuck him face down til the smirk comes off of him. “So it worked.”

“What?” You question.

“You. You’re jealous.”

“I’m not… jealous. Just irritated, you broke things off with me to say you wanted to focus on your career like a month ago then you’re parading around with her.” You spit out, leaning against the counter of the bar.

Hoseok sighed. “Can we talk about this somewhere where I can actually hear you?”

“No, no we cannot, Hoseok, cause you’ll try to seduce me or some shit and I’m not falling for it.” You tell him.

“Okay well no need to be a bitch, Y/n.” He counters.

“You really wanna talk about being a bitch?-“ You start but you noticed something.

You stared down at his wrist, one of your bracelets. It was turquoise and white, it was around his wrist.

“Hey, that’s mi-“ You start to say but here she came between the two of you.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt. I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure! I’m Gwen.” She spoke, giving you a fake sweet look, and held her hand out to you.

Please. She wasn’t sorry.

You hesitantly shook her hand. “I don’t think we… have. I’m Y/n.”

“But, Hobi? You wanna come with me out on the floor?” Gwen spoke, batting her eyelashes at him before quickly glancing at you and eyeing you up and down with a dirty look.

And calling him Hobi? It really made your blood boil.

He was glaring at you, irritated but then looked over at her. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

He walked off and you took a deep breath. You tilted the rest of your shot up and swallowed it before clanging the glass cup down on the top of the bar.

Why would he still wear your bracelet despite dating Gwen? He’s probably just using her too.

You decided to go ahead and leave, this was miserable. You got up from your seat at the bar and put your oversized black jacket on. You paid for the shots and grabbed your purse, making your exit out of the party.

You headed for the door but felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head, oh well.

You opened the door and began walking down the long hallway to the elevator, the faint sound of the music becoming feeble background noise now.

When you reached the elevator and hit the down arrow, making it light up, you waited a few minutes, and in those few minutes, you realized someone was also standing out in the hallway.

A tall man with fancy clothes, he could’ve been just taking a break from the party, but he looked like security detail.

You stared for a moment before the sound of the elevator arriving snapped you out of the thought and the doors opened.

It was probably the alcohol in your system making you a bit paranoid. You stepped into the elevator and hit the button to go to the down floor. But, before the doors closed, the man ran up, pleading you to hold the door.

You reached out and put your hand on the door so it wouldn’t close, and he stepped in with you. “Thank you.” He spoke, nodding his head to you.

“Of course.” You replied and then let the elevators doors close.

The elevator made its slow trip down to the ground floor, and the man began engaging in conversation with you. “You were at the party?”

“Yeah, just got tired easy. You?” You spoke.

“Security detail.” He nodded.

“I thought you were, you’re leaving too?” You ask.

“Oh no, I was assigned to make sure you got home okay.” He told you, and you looked up at him in confusion.

“What? By who?” You asked, confused.

“Oh, Mr. Hoseok Jung, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

Of course.

“Of course he did.” You sighed.

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Read.

You’d been left on read and ghosted by Hoseok for a week.

After Hoseok’s watchdog escorted you home, you sent him a series of drunk irritable texts, that included:

i don’t need you to assign a babysitter to me

seriously hoseok. you pretend like you care then chew my head off then pretend like you care again and the cycle repeags… yourelicky im drunk

you can dtop acting like u care. go back to sticking your tongue down that girls throat

Which to all of these, not one snarky retort. Surprisingly. Nothing. He just left you on read.

Seen a week ago.

Of course.

Whatever, you didn’t care. Why should you?

Days and days passed, and working yourself into the ground first was your distraction, then your excuse, then it just sewed its way into your whole life.

Doing absolutely anything was better than being in silence and having to think about he who you shan’t even think his name.

You threw yourself into this big unit project, it was a great opportunity to meet new people and also get your name out there. Finally, something good was happening.

You sat in the empty meeting room of your work one day after the meeting was already over, and let yourself scroll on socials. You scroll mindlessly, you decide to look at the last messages you sent Hoseok one more time.

Your eyes scanned over your drunken texts to him, and they settled on the “Seen” underneath. No text. Radiosilence.

Just as you’re about to sigh and close the messages, you see something strange.

A text bubble popping up. On Hoseok’s end.

He typed, you watched in anticipation, your heart picking up the pace in your chest.

But about five minutes passed, and the bubble went away completely. No message was sent.

Was he going to reach out?

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HOSEOK’S POV

He stared at his screen as he laid in the cold of his room. He wanted to say something, but wasn’t too sure what. He knew you were mad with him.

you okay?

He typed first, then erased it and typed:

i miss talking to you

No, that wouldn’t work either. He erased that too, what about…

can we meet?

He debated on sending this message, but just as his thumb hovers over the blue arrow to send it, another notification pops up at the top of his phone, and his eyes jump to that.

It was a text from his manager, with a link attached:

“Dispatch rumored J-Hope (BTS) dating an unnamed woman.”

He sighed and erased the message. What was he doing? You never fought for him to stay, you distanced yourself after the breakup which clearly meant you didn’t care.

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BACK TO YOUR POV :

No message was sent. He was typing but never sent anything. You sighed and typed out a message yourself.

why did you keep my bracelet?

But you ended up not sending it either, you were tired of reaching out. But… he was typing to you for a minute, maybe he still wanted you?

You shook your head and exited out of the messages, going back to scrolling, but as you were scrolling you came across an oddly familiar face.

Was that… Gwen?

You roll your eyes, you want to keep scrolling, but you can’t help but to look. In the photo she was at this small cafe with her friends, it looked completely normal.

Your eyes scanned the photo, then your stomach dropped.

She was wearing this big oversized black jacket, and in the second photo when she has her arm around one of her friends and the jacket rolled up, she had the turquoise and white bracelet that you saw Hoseok wearing the night of the party. Your bracelet.

Nevermind. He definitely didn’t still want you.

The jacket wasn’t yours, but it looked exactly like the kind you wore. You analyzed it heavy, but maybe it was coincidence. A really… weird coincidence.

Maybe her music taste was good? You clicked on the song that was attached to her post.. and oddly enough it was one you knew. Drunk, Running by Lizzy Mcalpine? And you know what’s even odder? You introduced a certain someone to that song as well.

Well, the song was beginning to trend, maybe it’s all just coincidence. But you couldn’t help but think to yourself, ‘If I meant nothing, why do pieces of me still exist everywhere around him?’

Just as you’re about to sigh and turn your phone off, a notification pops up, you almost jump secretly hoping it’s Hoseok.

But oh?

hey, haven’t seen u in a minute. do you wanna grab brunch?☺️

It was you and Hoseok’s mutual friend Jimin.

Your thumb hovered over the notification, honestly you really needed a better distraction than work.

yeah! i can meet u in 20 at that corner cafe:)

You hit send, and Jimin likes your message, you gather your things and began making your way there.

You and Jimin sat in the corner of the small cafe, you chatted and caught up as you ate and it was nice to finally talk to an old friend in person again.

“So what’d you do for your birthday?” You asked him as you took a bite into your sandwich.

“Oh, Hoseok, Jungkook and I traveled and went down to a spring for a day. It was nice. Thank goodness it was one of the warmer days.” The blonde replied and nodded.

You nodded and took in the information before speaking up, “So how are Hoseok and his girlfriend doing anyway?”

Jimin looks up and stares at you for a moment and hesitates, looking uncomfortable on the subject.

You look confused. “What?” You asked, placing your sandwich down.

“Nothing.” Jimin replied and looked back down at his food.

“Jimin.”

“It’s not my business, Y/n.” He spoke softly but strictly.

You sat back in your chair and crossed your legs as you went deep in thought. Silence stretched.

Jimin let out a deep sigh as he eyed you and sat up. “Look, all I’m saying is most people in this industry aren’t actually dating who you think they’re dating, you know that right?”

You laughed bitterly and finished up your food. “Sure.” You spoke sarcastically.

“I’m serious.” Jimin countered. You looked at him suspiciously. Did he know something? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“I-“ You started to speak but just as you were about to question him, the bell on the door of the cafe rang as a person walked in.

You briefly looked up out of habit then back down, but then quickly did a double take because you recognized the person who had just walked in.

It was her, again. Dammit, why was she always interrupting you when you are about to find out something important?

Jimin noticed the look on your face and turned around and saw Gwen and gazed for a moment then turned his head back to face you. “You know what’s funny?”

“What?”

“She kind of reminds me of you.” Jimin said, going back to eating his food, but you froze up as his words settled in the air and right into your soul.

Jimin felt the tension and looked up. “It’s kind of strange because, not to twist the knife, but you guys weren’t anything official right? Sorry, forget I said that.”

“I mean you’re right, but if spending every night in his bed meant nothing, then what were we?” You questioned with a twinge of hurt that Jimin didn’t miss.

“Honestly, when the dating rumors started I thought he’d finally stop.” He said with a half laugh.

“Stop what?”

“Nothing, sorry.” He shook his head, you could tell he was internally cursing after he kept spilling too much.

“Jimin.” You warned.

“Just, thinking about you.”

You blinked. Thinking about you?

“Anyway, how’s work been?” Jimin asked, switching the subject.

About 20 more minutes passed before you had to be back at work, and you and Jimin parted ways.

The conversation lingered in your mind. “Most people in this industry aren’t actually dating who you think they’re dating, you know that right?” “She kind of reminds me of you.” “Just, thinking about you.” All of those words Jimin said lingered.

If it’s fake, why did Hoseok leave? If he talks about you, why won’t he call?

Oh well, at the end of the day, there was nothing you could do, he ignored your texts, he chose not to contact you.

What else was there for you to do?

You’re getting ready to go to a stocks meeting when your phone rings.

It was Jimin.

You pick it up and put it to your ear. “Hello?”

“So..” Jimin’s voice comes through on the other side.

“Not hello? Why do you sound like that?”

“Because Hoseok spoke with me today.”

What.

You froze in confusion. “…And?”

“And he wanted to know if we were dating.” Jimin spoke.

After two weeks of being left on read, that’s what got his attention?

“Interesting. Didn’t know he cared. How did he even know we had lunch together one day?” You questioned.

“Yeah, neither did I. Dispatch saw us and put out a picture speculating that you and I were dating. Have you seriously not been on social media at all, Y/n?” Jimin said.

You sighed. Seriously?

“Not really, been trying to distract myself with work and everything else out. I’m getting ready for a meeting as we speak actually, thanks for the call, Jimin. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah. See you.” He speaks and the call ends.

When you get to work, you’re early, you walk down the hallway and there’s more people there waiting to get in but the director of the meeting wasn’t there yet. You stand there against the wall and wait, someone comes and leans against the wall next to you.

You look up and when you do, you’re met with Hoseok’s brown eyes and the swirl of blonde highlight in his brown fluffy hair.

“Hello.” You say, clearing your throat.

“So.” Hoseok speaks up, the familiar rasp in his voice.

You cock an eyebrow. “So?”

“You and Jimin.”

You scoff. “You really don’t beat around the bush do you? You mean the rumor?”

“I mean you and Jimin.” He said strictly.

You shake your head and lick your lips. “Why do you care?” You asked irritably.

But what is he supposed to say? Because he couldn’t sleep after seeing that photo and all the speculations? Because he spent twenty minutes staring at the picture of you smiling at his best friend? Because he hates the idea of him touching you?

“Was just asking.” He speaks bitterly.

You narrow your eyes in suspicion.

“Funny, watched you with Gwen all this time.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because it just… is.”

He’s unbelievable. You rolled your eyes.

There was a silence for a moment before he spoke again. “You looked happy with Jimin.”

“You looked happy with Gwen. You looked at her the way you used to look at me.” You spoke, and you couldn’t deny that saying that made your chest ache a little.

“No, I looked at her hoping it’d stop me from looking at you.”

You looked up at him after the words left his lips, tension stretched between the two of you. Your chest ached. You had so many questions.

But no time to ask, because people started entering the room for the stocks meeting since the director arrived. You turned on your heel and walked with them, and Hoseok just stood there. Watching you walk away, and not even looking back.

As you walked, the words hung in your mind. You didn’t understand, if that’s how he really felt why did you guys end the fling in the first place?

You walked into the meeting and took your seat. Your eyes scanned the room and they landed on Gwen, in business casual.

What was she doing here?

“Welcome everyone, thank you for meeting to be able to discuss this project.” The director spoke. Everything was background noise until you heard:

“Today we’ll be discussing and revealing who will be working on this project.”

“And after careful consideration and unfortunate termination of a staff member, we’d like to welcome our newest addition to this project,

Miss Gwendolyn Park.”

Your stomach dropped, people clapped and you slowly mindlessly did too softly.

Your position was took.

You tried to stay rooted in the room and listen as Gwen walked up closer with the others, but you just couldn’t. You were practically called out, indirectly but still you were embarrassed.

After the meeting, you privately spoke with the director, who basically told your position was reconsidered because of the rumors with Jimin. Somebody else was being considered. And that someone was Gwen, who took it.

Why was this happening? Everyone knew you and Jimin weren’t really dating, right?

Everything was falling apart. Your part in this big unit project was taken by your ex’s girlfriend because of dating rumors that weren’t even true, plus your heart still ached after Hoseok and his words lingered in your mind.

First, she took Hoseok from you, and then the position you really needed.

The worst part though? Gwen didn’t even steal it, she was a hard worker. She earned it and you still hate that she got it.

“But I don’t understand, you couldn’t give me a chance to earn my spot before just giving it to her?” You asked the director, fighting against the lump in your throat.

“You know how the company is on rumors, Miss L/n. Miss Park just fit for the role, there’ll be other opportunities.” The director told you.

The director placed her hand on your shoulder and walked by you, leaving you standing there. You walked out of the meeting and didn’t even notice Hoseok was waiting outside. You couldn’t deal with it right now.

You needed somewhere to think. You went to the empty practice room so you could just sit and be with your thoughts.

You sat there and was just overwhelmed with grief and stress. How did she get everything? She took everything you wanted.

You wanted to cry, you were so stressed out, but before you could, you flinched at the sound of the practice room door opening.

“Someone’s in here.” You called out, hoping they’d leave.

“I know.” The familiar raspy voice spoke, and you looked up. Hoseok. He locked the door behind him so no one would bother you two.

“Why are you here.” You grumbled and he moved to sit down next to you on the cold floor.

“I know you always disappear when things get bad. Gwen told me to check on you.” He says.

You scoff. “Of course she did.” You swallow against the tears threatening your eyes.

Silence stretches between you two, and for once, neither of you had something sarcastic or snarky to say.

Finally, the silence breaks when Hoseok glances at you and softly says, “You didn’t even look at me when you walked out.”

You laughed bitterly and shook your head. “I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

You couldn’t even look at him saying this, “Because everything is falling apart.”

The room fell quiet again. You swallowed hard and fidgeted with a string on your business attire jacket.

“You know what the worst part was? Thinking I imagined everything. You told me you wanted to focus on your career.” You said.

“I did.”

“And then everyone was talking about you and Gwen, was I not enough? Was I not enough to be official with you like she is?” You asked quietly.

Hoseok stared at you.

“You spent every night in my bed, or vice versa, I’d be in yours.” Your voice shook. “You knew everything about me, Hoseok.”

His jaw clenched.

“And then I watched you give someone else a title you never gave me?” You asked and the hurtful tears you’d been harboring fell.

“Y/n.” He spoke softly.

“What did she have that I didn’t?” You asked cautiously.

“Nothing.” He said.

“Don’t.”

“Gwen was public, you were personal. The reason I couldn’t make you official wasn’t because I cared less, it was because I cared more.” He admits.

You sit in silence but then he speaks again. “What was I supposed to think? When I ended things, you didn’t say anything.”

“Because you were ending our fling?” You said confused.

“You didn’t argue.” He says and you laugh in disbelief.

“Why would I argue?” You counter.

“Because I wanted you to.” He says quietly. He wanted you to fight for him. It all made sense now.

“But you were ending things.” You tell him.

“And you were letting me.”

You shook your head. “I thought if you cared enough, you’d stay.”

His expression crumpled. “I thought if you cared enough, you’d stop me.”

Silence stretched, neither of you spoke for a minute. Suddenly it all felt stupid, a month of hurt and missing eachother and assumptions, all because neither of you said what you actually felt.

“You still left.” You finally say.

“I know.” He admits.

“You still ignored me.”

His gaze drops. “I know.”

“Then why?” You asked.

“Because I handled it badly. I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He says honestly. No excuse or argument, just honesty. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“You weren’t.” You cross your arms.

“I know.” He admits.

Your eyes burned and you irritably wipe at your face. “Every time I looked at Gwen, I thought you found someone better.”

Hoseok immediately shook his head. “No.”

“That’s what it felt like.” You speak shakily.

“No.” He says strictly.

A bitter laugh escaped you. “Do you know what it felt like? Watching her get everything?” You grit out in frustration as your tears mix in.

“Watching her get you, then watching her get that damn project too.”

Something shifted in Hoseok. “Y/n.”

“What.” You asked bitterly.

“Gwen didn’t get me.” He admits.

You rolled your eyes, sure. “Please, she didn’t.” You said sarcastically. “What are you talking about?”

“There was never anything between us.” Hoseok says.

You stared at him. Was he serious. The room spun.

“You’re kidding.”

“No.”

“You’re telling me I spent a month watching the two of you together for nothing?” You ask in frustration.

Hoseok winced.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“By the time I wanted to tell you, you already seemed like you hated me.” He says.

Your eyebrows shot up and your chest ached. “Hate you?” You stared at him. “Hoseok, I could never hate you.”

He looked at you, something tender shifting in his expression, and as you thought back on this whole ordeal, you realized something.

“Wait. Did you talk about me to Gwen? Is that why she told you to check on me?”

“It wasn’t like that.” Hoseok says.

“Hoseok.”

“Okay.. maybe a little.” He admits.

You groaned. “Oh my God.”

A small laugh escaped him, and that’s the first time you’d heard him laugh, genuinely laugh in a beat. It was nice. You missed it.

“She got tired of hearing about you actually.”

You stared at him. “That’s embarrassing.”

“It really was.” He agrees.

And you laugh, despite everything you laughed, and it made Hoseok chuckle a little too.

But the laughter faded and the heaviness was still present. “I’m so tired.”

Hoseok’s expression softened. “Okay.”

“Okay what?” You frowned.

“Then stop carrying it alone. C’mere.” He holds his arms out, and you leaned into him.

Your chest ached, he was warm, you missed this a lot. “What if this goes badly again?”

“Then we deal with it.” He says back.

You let out a small breath. “That’s not exactly reassuring, Hobi.”

“It’s honest.” He says with a helpless smile.

“I don’t want to be hidden again..” You admit.

His grip on you tightens, that got his attention.

“I don’t want a secret.”

“You wouldn’t be.” He says.

“You said that last time.” You frown.

“This time I mean it. You want the title?”

You looked up at him, he was serious.

“I want… to feel like I’m chosen.”

Hoseok nodded. “You are. I just didn’t know how to say it out loud before.”

“So what now?” You ask.

Hoseok looked at you for a long moment. “Now I stop pretending you’re not mine.”

You smiled softly and leaned against him.

He looked you over. “You’re still shaking.”

“I’m fine.” You nod.

“You’re not.” He counteracts and gets up, holding out a hand to you. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” You ask, standing up and taking his hand.

“My place.” He says, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“It’s like we never ended things.” You swung your hand in his as you both exited the practice room and walked down the hall to the elevator.

When you two got back to his place, you remembered where everything was. This was practically your second home.

Before you went directly to his house, you went to yours to get some things because you wanted to stay more than a night, which he actually proposed that offer and you weren’t about to turn that down.

You sat your bag down on the end of his bed and wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed. “I missed this.”

“Me too.” He spoke against your lips and kissed you soft, you kissed him back.

You kept kissing him, you missed him so much, the ache in your pelvis did too clearly.

After a long moment, he pulled back. “Are you sure? You were really upset tonight, I don’t wanna take advantage of-“

“Shhh, shhh. You’re not taking advantage of me,” You reassure him softly, placing your finger on his lips.

“I really did miss you.” He admits, his big brown eyes looking at you with all the admiration in the world.

“Wanna prove it? Prove how much you missed me?” You whisper, leaning in close to kiss and bite down on his jaw.

He let out a soft whine and nodded immediately, you chuckled at his quick submission. “On your knees. C’mon.”

He climbed up on the soft comforter of the bed and onto his knees, waiting for your command. “Be a good boy and strip while I get something out of my bag.” You tell him as you unzip it and rummage around.

You got two things out of it and when you looked back up, he had obeyed your command immediately, you smirked and walked over, climbing up onto the bed to face him.

You hold one of the objects up. “You know what this is?” You ask.

He swallows hard and nods. “Yeah.”

“Can I use it on you?” You ask and he nods frantically.

You slide behind him and guide him to lean back against your chest, it was a collar. You slid the metallic around his neck and it clicked, you kissed his neck when it clicked on. You lifted the collar slightly and kissed his collarbone. “Good boy. You take what I give.”

He whined into you, his dick twitching at your praise and closeness. “Baby, can I use this on you too?” You ask and hold up the silicone.

In your hand, you held a strap, not just any, an ejaculating one. Hoseok was willing to try anything with you. He nodded.

“You sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, fuck me with it.” He nodded and a smile creeped onto your lips.

You kissed his lips, slipping your tongue in and your hand slowly made its way downward to his aching cock. Hoseok whined into your mouth and his hips twitched into your hand. You chuckled. “Impatient now?”

You took hold of it and slowly began to move your hand up and down as you kissed him deeply. Your other hand was holding the strap, you were jerking him off into the ejaculating part of it.

You kissed down his jacket and onto his collarbone, kissing all up his neck and jaw and latching on and leaving dark hickeys. “Mine.”

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded in agreement. “Mhm.”

You didn’t let up on your pace and kept stroking his twitching cock, after a few more strokes he was whining into your lips and eyes tearing up.

His tears spurred you on, you kept moving your hand faster, and he came over it, you held up the part on the strap to catch it and kept stroking him into it until he was milked dry.

He cursed and breathed heavy and you let him catch his breath for a moment. “Such a good boy.” You kissed his cheek and slid out from behind him, you secured the harness around your waist. “Turn around, baby.”

Hoseok turned around and when he did you took him by his long hair that was growing out more and more and pushed him down into the pillow, making him groan. “Yeah, take it like a good boy. You ready for me?”

He nods, muffled into the pillow. And you slowly tease him by running the silicone up and down him before carefully going in. You push in carefully and he groans, gripping onto the soft pillows and tears pricking his eyes.

You hold onto his hips and let yourself settle in first so he can adjust first. “You alright?”

He lets out a whimper, “Mhm.”

You smirk and begin moving in and out. “Good boy.. taking me so well. I’m gonna fill you up so good, with your own cum. And you’re gonna take it like the good boy I know you are.”

Tears spill down his pretty porcelain like face and God, it just spurs you on further. “Fuck.” You moan softly as you move in and out of him.

“Please, more, faster.” He says muffled into the pillow.

“More? You need more, baby?” You ask as you hold his hips, but one of your hands trails down to grab him by the back of his hair.

He nods and whimpers, you kiss his throat and move in and out of him faster, making him cry out.

“Fuck, feels too good.” He whines and it brings a proud smirk to your face. “Yeah?” You ask and he nods.

Hoseok’s body started to feel slowly electrified, and his pelvis felt pressured. “Mmh.” He whined and you noticed the signs. “You gonna cum? Gonna cum for me?”

Hoseok’s body began to shiver and he nodded, holding onto the bed tight as you thrusted in and out of him. “Fuck!” He groaned and let go, and when he did his back arched hard back into you.

“Oh baby.” You moaned softly as you watched him, it was intense, his body trembled and his eyes were rolling. You hit the button on the strap and it filled him up. You groaned and stayed there for a moment, letting him adjust.

You lean down and kiss his shoulder. “Good boy. Took me so well. Filled you up so good.”

He was in a state of euphoria, blissed out, his skin glistened with sweat and he was breathing so heavy, his eyes closed as he buried it in the pillow.

You slowly pulled out of him and unfastened the harness, throwing it aside as you laid down next to him. He whimpered at the loss but laid there.

“Look at you,” You brushed his hair out of his eyes and wiped away the tear marks. “Pathetic. But mine.”

He whined and pulled at you. “Wearing too many clothes.” He pouted and you laughed, taking them off carefully and his mood lifted. “Much better.”

He was getting hard again, but was so overstimulated so it hurt. He whined. “Hurts.”

You carefully got up and pushed him on his back, carefully sinking down onto him and you moaned softly. He was taking control now, he held your hips.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, make you feel good too. Missed this pussy too much.” He groaned.

“Watch your fucking mouth before I peg you again.” You moan out in a laugh as you slowly move your hips.

He chuckles too but the overstimulation brought tears to his eyes again, which made yours darken.

You watched in awe as it made you wetter at each slow grind of your hips, he grinded you down onto him and reached down to rub the bundle of nerves, making you hold onto him tight.

Within a few minutes, the sound was absolutely filthy, and you were cumming undone, the sight of the tears escaping his eyes and the feel of his touch was your undoing. You came on his dick and the moment you did and clamped down, it kickstarted his orgasm and he groaned. “Fuck, baby. God, good girl.” He hissed and came deep inside you, tilting his head back.

You slowly rode it out and laid your head on his chest, the two of you staying just like you were, you could feel eachother’s heart.

“Stay just like this. Don’t ever go again.” He says.

“I’m not.”

He scratched your arm lightly and the boneless feeling made you sleepy. You closed your eyes and so did he.

Soon the world was a blur, it felt like only you two left and you two fell into a deep sleep.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Hoseok was the first to wake the next morning, and you were still right where he left you, laying on his chest peaceful and asleep.

He smiled softly as he studied your features, but he notices he didn’t pull out the whole night. You were still so soft and warm, and it was turning him on again.

He groaned as he felt himself getting hard inside of you again. He knew you guys did this before, and you were okay with it, so he carefully thrusted in and out.

He groaned as he did, and even though it was slow, it woke you up. You mumbled. “Hm.. Hobi.”

“Sorry, angel. Just can’t resist when you’re like this. Missed you way too much. I missed how wet you get around me.” He murmured and kept going slowly. You moaned softly and held onto him, noticing he fell asleep with the collar on so you unlatched it and threw it aside.

You held onto him as he kept going and he reached down to rub your clit, feeling how wet it was and how it was throbbing. “Fuck, baby. Good girl, take it just like this.”

He kept going and each circle of his fingers was drawing you closer, and so was he, he groaned and pressed his forehead into your shoulder, he was so close. Painfully.

He shuddered and came deep inside you and once you felt that, you clamped down and so did you, which prolonged his climax. You breathed heavy and held onto him and he brought his hand up once both your climaxes were rode out and cradled your face, kissing your lips.

“Stay?” You whispered.

“Was planning on it.” Hoseok said.

Maybe love wasn’t about never letting go, maybe it was about finding your way back. And finally, neither of them felt the need to leave.

[hotchnerss]

thinking about doggy style with spencer but quite literally, you have him on a leash while he clings to your back, rutting into you relentlessly and tugging at it every time he's being bad (too impatient, rough or sloppy, insert whatever) and he just whines pathetically like the puppy he is, nose rubbing into your neck, with a steely grip on your waist to control himself <3

[dandelions-fandom-stuff]

Listen, I know Moreid is a super popular Reid ship, but I am such a sucker for Ralvez. I think it's mainly bc Derek treated Spencer like a kid at the beginning of the show and talks about him being like the little brother he never had or something like that.

But the way Luke tried to protect Spencer while he was in prison??? Yes, I love that. I love them. It's such a good ship 😍😍😍

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

the entirety of s12 was Luke having a bi panic with Garcia and Reid and trying to figure out which one he was more into and the only reason it ended up being Garcia was because Reid was gone for most of the season LOLLL

[activesplooger]

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: FINALLY LMFAO. sorry for the wait i got a wee bit busy and took a break so yeah! here you go. btw i suck at smut! enjoy :]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your boyfriend enters his season! He's constantly in heat and stubbornly won't give in to his desires. As his season ends, you enter estrus, causing a hot sticky mess for the both of you!

𝐂𝐖: breeding kink behavior, possessive behavior, p in v sex, no protection, rough sex, idfk horny-ness 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,617 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!

It was no secret that your boyfriend is in his heat season. This became apparent when you were woken by the screeching sound of antlers rutting against the bark of a tree. You look around, the bluriness of the room fading as you wake up a bit more. Lifting your hands to your face, you rub your eyes and groggily turn towards the noise. Your eyes flicker to the bayou section of Alastor's room. Immediately, your previously groggy state disappears, eyes widening at the sight before you. "KRRRRRRRRK KRRRRRRRK KRRRRK KRRR-" "Alastor!" The scraping comes to a sudden halt as you speak. Alastor still had his back facing you hunched over beside the tree, antlers just barely inches away from the torn bark. Nearly every tree in the bayou was scraped bare of its bark, how long had he been doing this for..? Realization hits you like a truck, "Ooohhhh you're in-" "Not a word. I can control it", The Deer demon curtly states, "Go back to bed." You knew he didn't mean to be dismissive, but that didn't prevent the pang of sadness that tugged your lips downward. "Aren't you gonna come back to bed?" Alastor sighs and turns to face you, his hungry eyes boaring into yours. "Go back to bed, I'll join you later.".

Without a word, you lay back down and sigh, trying to go back to sleep without the embrace of your partner. Alastor’s expression softens, he needed some time to work through his season, he never meant to distance himself in the process.

“Goodnight, darling. I love you.”.

A smile spreads across your face, those three little words were all you needed, “I love you too, sweet dreams.”

—

Despite what the demon said, he was anything but in control of it. Alastor desperately tried to remain celibate the next few weeks of his heat season. Which, confused you because it’s not like you hadn’t had sex before or anything. And while it happens sporadically, this seemed like a good occasion to do it. All he’d have to do to get rid of his pestering urges is to fuck you, yet he remained stubborn. What’s holding him back?

When you asked him, he rambled about something along the lines of wanting his desires to be on “his terms”. In other words, he just wanted control. You rolled your eyes at this. All this trouble because of reluctance to give in to an easy-to-fix solution? ‘Whatever, it’s just a few more weeks of this…’ you thought to yourself. He hated how much he needed release, how much he craved and yearned for it. Alastor needed to be the one to decide when and where he’d want to have sex. However, with his current irresistible urges, he needed sex everywhere, all the time. As a result of this, Alastor decided it would be best if he slept in a different room for the time being. Which, again, didn't make any sense. Why couldn't he just fuck you and get it done with? But, nooo he had to be in control 24/7, leaving you lonely in the large desolate bed. You never complained, of course, despite how much you wanted to. It was frustrating sure, but, you know what it's like to be in your season so you kept your mouth shut. It had put some strain on your relationship, however, you knew it would only make things worse if you argued with him. He's tense enough already. Besides, it's only a few months out of the year! You can argue for the rest of eternity after said period. --

As time passed, the deer’s strained behavior only worsened. His animalistic instincts were kicking in and intensified. Let’s be honest, Alastor’s hygiene wasn’t the greatest (especially when it comes to dental hygiene). But, it got exponentially worse when he started smearing mud on himself to 'enhance his scent'. You knew it was all typical heat season behavior, but still, gross.

Possessiveness was another unfortunate symptom of the season. If Alastor saw another male just simply looking at you, he’d take it as a challenge. Large black tentacles would stretch out and slam whoever you were with into the nearest wall. And while, yes, it was nice to have a protective boyfriend, it certainly wasn't nice to have a daily hospital visit and apology card to whoever Alastor felt threatened by. Luckily, the season was almost over! No more hiding from Alastor when talking to another guy and having a smelly boyfriend! Yay! Everything seemed to be clearing up on its own... that was until you entered estrus.

—

“No no… Nonono…”. You mutter as you pace around the room. Just as the season was about over, you just had to enter estrus. Great. Now, not only did Alastor have to suppress his urges, you did too. Not because you wanted to, but because you didn’t want to tempt Alastor anymore than he already was.

Facing a large full body mirror, you try to to cover up any possible signs that your in your season. Your tail lays flat against your backside, and while that wasn’t the most obvious trait, you knew Alastor would figure you out easily. Pheromones were being released in heavy doses, a scent that could attract a buck from miles away. Luckily for you, Alastor’s taking a visit to the doomsday district to “Blow off some steam.” Phew.

Frantically rummaging through the closet, you look for something, anything that could hide this for him. You didn’t really have anything large enough to hide your tail, and if you did, the imprint of your tail would stick out of the fabric from the back and make it obvious. Crap.

A spare of Alastor’s coat hangs teasingly against on the other side of your shared closet. Temptation sweeps over you, making you realize just how horny you were. Hesitant hands reach out to grab the soft fabric and lift it up to your nose. ‘Fuck… Am I a pervert? Oh well.’ you think to yourself as you inhale Alastor’s scent through the fabric. Bourbon and vanilla scent hits your nose, sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. You slip your arms into the coat and walk towards the mirror. The coat perfectly hid your tail and Alastor’s lingering musk on the fabric masked the scent of your pheromones. For once in your life, being kind of a pervert paid off! __

Currently, you’re sitting at the bar nursing a drink, trying to ignore how badly you want to be fucked so hard your organs rearrange. As far as hiding your physical symptoms went, it was pretty easy. But the internal turmoil was eating you alive, and not in a sexy way. Every position, sound, scenario, and feeling was being conjured in your mind as you sit there “calmly” on the barstool. Your mind was so preoccupied that you didn’t notice Alastor approaching you.

“You know darling, if you liked my clothes so much you could’ve just said so.” The deer jests.

The sudden noise startles you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “AH!” you practically jump out of your seat before realizing it’s just Alastor, “Oh! Hello love. How was the doomsday district?” His shoulders bob up and down, a soft grin on his lips, "It was fine. Very effective. Perhaps I'll be able to join you in bed tonight.". Fuck. If he slept in your room tonight, the coat will have to come off and all will be revealed. "O-Oh! Are you sure? I don't wanna pressure y-" "Nonsense, dear!" The deer interrupted with a smile, "I've had quite enough time away. I'm sure I'll be fine for a night!" "Yes, but, honey... What if your instincts take over?". You hesitantly try to put the thought of not sleeping together in his head. Alastor waves a dismissive hand, "Nonsense, dear! I'll be alright." "Honey, I don't think this is a good idea-" You stated firmly. His smile strains as his eyebrows furrow, "Why? Is there something you're hiding from me?". "No I-" "Have you grown accustomed to sleeping without me?" he accused. "No, no... Al," you reluctantly begin, "I'd love to sleep beside you again... I just wanted to be sure you were okay with it.". Lies. Well, partly. You did want to cuddle with your partner just... not with the current 'circumstances'. But now you had no choice but to find some way to hide your growing urges and instincts. -- The door shuts behind you as you walk into your room. You feel your heartbeat pick up as your palms start to moisten. 'Deep breaths, Y/N," you think to yourself, 'he won't find out... Just stay calm and act normal.'

The two of you get ready for bed: brushing your teeth (well, you are at least), washing your face, and are currently putting on PJs. You changed in the closet, away from Alastor, which he thankfully paid no mind to. After putting on a lacy nightgown, you hastily throw the coat back over your shoulders. In hindsight, this was definitely a dead giveaway that you were hiding something. But, what choice did you have? Putting on a tranquil facade, you enter the bedroom. Alastor's sitting at the edge of the bed when you walk in, finishing buttoning up his nightshirt. 'Damn, even in pajamas he's still hot as fuck' you think. You ogle at your boyfriend for a moment, heat rising in your chest. "Ah ah, dear, don't look at me like that" He playfully reminds you. His words snap you back into reality, you smile softly at him. "Sorry, sorry!" you stammer. Walking to your side of the bed, you stare directly at the floor as to not get distracted by your growing arousal. 'Keep it together Y/N!'. Alastor's eyebrows furrow, "Darling?". "Yes?" you respond. A sharp red claw gestures to the coat, "Why are you still wearing that?". "Oh!" beads of sweat form on your forehead as you clammer to find some sort of excuse "I justtttt.... get a little chilly at night! Yep, just a case of uh cold-ness... yeah...". 'God damn it... Am I fucking stupid? "Cold-ness" isn't even a word!' you mentally berate yourself. Your boyfriend turns to fully face you on the bed, "And why does it have to be my coat, hm? Can't you use one of yours?". Fidgeting with your hands nervously, you reply, "Well I just like yours! It's nice, it reminds me of you.". "Pray tell, my dear," he begins, "Why must you be reminded of me when I'm right beside you in bed?". You take a deep breath, "Well, in your... 'condition'-". "Watch it, Darling," he warns. "Right right," you sit up straighter as you become more confident in your convoluted excuse, "I just figured you wouldn't be able to handle cuddling me. In fact, you’ll probably just stay on your side of the bed all night. Hence why I wanted the coat". You feel a little prideful at your on-the-spot reasoning… until you see your boyfriend’s expression. Yeahhh, he looked pissed. Alastor's wide grin twitches, "Excuse you, Darling! I am perfectly capable of controlling myself for one night!”. “Well, then why didn’t you sleep in here for a month?!” you retort, immediately regretting it. You weren’t actually mad, just defensive. Oh well, no going back now. "That's it!" He reaches for the sleeve of your coat, pulling on it roughly. "Hey!" you exclaim. Trying (and failing) to yank the sleeve back, the coat flings off your shoulders and into Alastor's tight grip. He discards it on the floor beside the bed. Luckily, he wasn't in a position to notice your tail, however, that didn't affect your boyfriend's sense of smell... Holding his nose high in the air, he takes small quick sniffs near you, his ears twitching at the smell of your pheromones. His pupils dilate to the size of quarters, any restraint he had before was now completely gone, "My dear," He crawls toward you on all fours, making his way across the bed, "I've spent the past few months aching for release, but I've restrained myself...". You inch backward away from him, "Alastor... Be rational... You've tried so hard, I don't want you to regret this.". As soon as you finish speaking, you inch too far off the bed and suddenly fall back, eliciting a yelp. A slender arm reaches out to grab yours, lifting you up and saving you from the fall. Alastor pulls on your arm, lifting you up so that your faces were inches apart. He takes a deep breath in, the scent of pheromones filling his nose. His eyes bore into you with a hungry, desperate, gaze, lips slightly parted as his breath grows heavier. “My dear… I would never regret making love to you… If I did have any regrets, it would be that I didn’t do this sooner…”.

Half lidded eyes meet his lustful gaze, “Your sure about this?”. Alastor’s eyes linger on your lips as he speaks, his voice low and raspy, “I’ve restrained myself for far too long… I would hate to you holding back as well. This has been a long time coming, darling, and now…”. Reaching over, his lips teasingly brush against your ear as he whispers,”I’m taking whats mine.”.

You cradle his face in your hands, thumb brushing over his flushed cheeks. Suddenly, he captures your lips in a firm kiss. The tender kisses turn sloppier, his tongue swiping past your lips asking for entry. As soon as your lips part, his long slender tongue slides against yours. You moan against his lips at the feeling which only fuels his desire more. Intertwining your tongue with his, his hand cards through your hair at the back of your head, pulling you closer. The kiss deepens, drawing out a stifled moan from Alastor. You position yourself so you’re straddling his lap, his boner poking against your thigh.

As the two of you make out, you slowly roll your clothed core against the tent in his pants. Alastor pulls back from the kiss, his head jerking down into the crook of your neck. “Darling,” his large hands grip your hips, keeping them from moving, "I have a better idea...". He lifts his head back up and instantly closes the distance between the two of you. Your tongues intertwine and sloppily kiss one another, your lips lubricated with his saliva.

He moves his hands to the straps of your nightgown. The thin silky straps gently pull off your shoulders. Alastor places his palm under your elbow and pushes up gently, a silent way of asking you to put your arms up. You oblige and lift your arms followed by Alastor briefly breaking the kiss and slipping the nightgown over your head. His eyes rake over your almost naked body. One of his large hands reaches out to cup your breast. The sudden contact sends a shiver down your spine. His thumb brushes over your nipple, the bud hardening at his cold touch. Meanwhile, his other hand travels down your body and hooks his finger under the lacy thong. Stretching the lace strap, a soft hum escapes his lips. Your breath quickens as you eagerly await his next move, needing his touch and release.

Unhooking his finger, he moves his hand to the damp spot on the underside of your thong. A breathy moan escapes your lips, "Fuck, Alastor... Don't tease.". Removing his hands, he holds them up in a gesture of surrender, "Can't handle a bit of foreplay, darling?". "Hush" you reply, your hands working to unbutton his nightshirt. Once unbuttoned, you toss the shirt off to the side and gaze at his toned torso. "See something you like?" he jests. You playfully roll your eyes and get to work on sliding off his pajama pants. Once his pants are off, his aching member frees the confines of the fabric, his tail twitching in anticipation. Alastor shudders at the cold air hitting his throbbing, erect cock. Your gaze tears away from his dick and meets his face. His eyes are half-lidded with a deep shade of pink dusting his cheeks, mouth slightly agape as he pants heavily. "What? Can't handle a bit of foreplay?" you tease.

Alastor's eyebrows furrow, a tight-lipped grin forming on his face, "You know what? No, I can't.". In a swift motion, he grabs you by the waist and tosses you on the bed. As your stomach hits the cold dark red comforter, you make a small "oof!" sound. Alastor's hands slither to both sides of your waist and lift you gently, propping you up on your hands and knees. A slender finger slides against the drenched folds of your pussy, a single digit dipping into your tight center. You let out a soft pleasured gasp at the feeling. As much as you enjoyed this, it only made you crave more. He tantalizingly pulls out his finger and brings it to his lips, sucking your juices off it. Pulling the finger out with a satisfying 'pop', he leans over your body. His chest presses against your back as he whispers in a husky low tone, "My my, little doe... You taste divine.". A needy whimper escapes your throat as your dripping cunt aches to be filled.

He kisses his way down your back, leaving a final kiss at the base of your perked-up tail before lifting his head back up. Alastor gently spreads the beads of pre-cum around his dick for extra lubrication, not that you needed, it of course. Large hands clutch the sides of your hips, claws dimpling your supple skin. Pre-cum and saliva from his hands spreads onto your skin, the moist texture making your stomach flutter. -- Alastor aligns his shaft with your opening, gradually penetrating you. A choked gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out, filling your needy cunt. After a bit of getting used to his length, he slowly thrusts into you. "That's it, little doe," he coos, "taking me so well... You'll look great as a mother".

Alastor pants heavily as he continues to rut into you, his pace picking up as he reaches closer and closer to a climax. Sparks of pleasure hit your core and he enters you at a rough tempo. "Mmph~ Al... That's it- D-Don't stop." you whimper. "Stop?" he begins, sliding into you at a more rigorous pace, "Wouldn't dream of it... After all, I couldn't leave my precious doe without filling her properly couldn't I?". Pleasure clouds your mind, all you can respond with is a cry of satisfaction. "Ah ah ah, use your words dear. Tell me how much you crave my seed.". "Need you to fill me... Need it so bad... Please..." you mumble, focused more on your approaching climax. Your words encourage Alastor further, thrusting into you deeper and hitting spots you didn't even know could be reached. His pelvis slams against your clit, sending sparks through your already trembling pussy. He speaks through strangled grunts and pants, "That's right, my doe, I'm gonna fill you over and over until you're filled with my fawns...". His large hands travel from your hips up to your chest, cupping your breasts in his hands. Mewling at the added pleasure, his thumb and index finger rolled the sensitive buds in his hands. "These would look so nice and pretty when they're swelled with milk, don't you think?". His dick slams into you at a ruthless pace. The sounds of skin slapping against skin along with moans and grunts of pleasure filled the air. Alastor takes a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of pheromones. His pupils widened further, his primal instincts kicking in. Releasing your tender breasts, he lifts your thigh up over his shoulder to get a new angle. His cock drills into you at a ruthless tempo, "Gotta - Nnnph~ make sure my seed's deep inside you... Gonna- load my fawns into you...". You feel your stomach tighten as you reach your release, "Al- M'gonna-". As your orgasm washes over you, hot loads of cum fill your greedy pussy. Your cunt clenches around his drenched cock as he rides out your orgasm. His pace gradually declines as the pleasure begins to fade. Alastors upper body goes limp from his climax, torso resting against your back. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, panting heavily as he remains buried inside of you. After taking a beat, he pulls out of you. Cum spills of your cunt, loads of semen dripping down your folds and onto the bedding below. "You've made quite the mess my dear." he jests breathlessly, plunging a finger into your pussy to keep the seed from spilling, "Though, we can't let this go to waste, hm? I wasn't joking when I said you'd make a lovely mother.". You chuckle wearily and plop onto the mattress.

Rolling over onto your back, Alastor grabs the discarded clothes and helps you put your pajamas back on. He slips the silk gown back on you and presses a kiss to your forehead, "You did so well, my beautiful doe...". A smile stretches across your face at the praise. Returning the favor, you help him dress as well - buttoning up his night shirt and sliding his pants back on.

His arms wrap around your stomach as he pulls you into a loving embrace. Alastor bundles the two of you in the dark red comforter, spooning you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "I love you, Alastor" you whisper. "I love you too, darling. Sweet dreams.". With a final kiss pressed onto your cheek, you both drift off to a pleasant slumber.

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YAYAYAYYA i tried rlly hard so if u dont like it then FUCK U (jk). but yeah i hope u like ittt. pls leave feedback guys :,) good or bad idfc but i rlly wanna improve and feedback is important for that!!! i hope u liked it :) i meant for the smut to be longer tbh, sorry if it wasnt as long as u were hoping. im still new at this so I tried to keep it short and sweet. I felt as if i kept it too long the quality would decline and that sucks so :/ hope u liked ittt!!!!! also i didnt edit this bc im tired lol but if u see a mistake point it out

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[blackswanpt2]

Mind Games

nsfw - minors dni

pairing: Jung Hoseok x Photographer!Reader

wc: 4k

warnings: Hobi should be a warning himself, raw sex, oral (f & m receiving), lots of teasing, nicknames used (baby, doll), semi-public? maybe, fingering

a/n: so, I started writing this fic a while ago, but finally finished it. do I need to say that I'm such a whore for Hobi? and also, I suck at finding titles for fics so I go with whatever song I'm listening to.

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“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath as you turn to Kyle, your assistant, with fire in your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me that his shoot was today?”

He stutters as he answer. “It’s not,” and while you give him a suspicious look, he hands you the weekly timetable.

You quickly skim the piece of paper filled with dates, and your eyes finally land on his name.

Jung Hoseok, 29 May. 14:30. Cover Shoot.

It was already 19:45, the timetable did not include any information about a cover shoot, and most importantly it wasn’t the 29th of May.

Without any thought, you crumble the paper in your hand before you start heading to his direction, with the best attempt to hide the murderous look on your face. 

Hoseok was one of your first clients.

You met him back when you were still new in the field. You were working day and night then, trying to gain the respect of the head photographer of the company you were working for. Just when you became her second shooter for a magazine shoot, the universe simply decided that it wasn’t your time yet, and you met Jung Hoseok.

He was the most handsome man you’ve ever met, much more handsome than the photos you’ve seen of him online. His natural raspy voice was so hot, and you could listen him talk the whole that. Maybe that’s why he had you wrapped in his fingers from the very first moment you laid your eyes on him.

You were on your knees the second you were left alone with him in the changing room; sucking him off, intoxicated with the praises his godly voice was whispering between his moans. 

You never thought you were the one to get off on another’s pleasure, but he changed that for you. He was extremely vocal, and his pleasure came along with words. Words that praised you, made you feel important. And you could swear you’ve never felt more beautiful in your life than the moment his salty taste hit your tongue, and he mouthed the word “Ethereal,” as his dark eyes locked into yours while he cleaned the cum stain on your lips gently with his finger.

He was fairly new to his rap career as well, and you were naive enough to believe that he would understand your nervousness given that it was his first big shoot.

It was his first big campaign, yes, but you couldn’t have been more wrong about him being understanding. 

Jung Hoseok was a professional since day one, and he was a completely different person than the one who had you on your knees. He was calm, collected. He knew how to pose, he knew his best angles. And on top of all that, he was a total perfectionist. Just like him being vocal about his pleasure, he was very vocal about his dislikes too.

And he disliked your work, quite a lot.

You’ve seen him many times after that incident, dealt with his annoying comments in every collab, but refused to work with him, even if it meant losing big money. 

And now marks five years since his cruel comments about your work got you fired.

An annoying smirk etches on to his face as he sees you coming towards him, but your eyes stay on his manager.

“I assume there was a misunderstanding with the schedule,”

“Ms. y/l/n! Thank you for accepting to change the schedule last minute!” His manager says smiling.

“What change?” You ask, still believing that it’s only a mistake and he’ll be out of your studio in a minute. 

“I have to go to New York tomorrow, will be gone for a week.” That sweet, venomous voice fills your ears. “So you accepted my last minute request to do the shoot today.”

You grit your teeth as you finally look into his eyes. “I don’t remember such request.

He takes a step towards you, and his frame appears to be much closer to you then he should be. Now, you can smell his cologne, and it reminds you back to that day. Fuck, what was wrong with him? No, what was wrong with you?

“I contacted with the team manager yesterday, she said you had time.” His manager answers, but you don’t bother looking his way. In the studio behind you, you search for the said group manager who is a close friend of yours, Suki.

From the other end of the room, she watches your conversation with them, and her expression is far from guilty. A shit eating grin is what she has. 

She was the only one in the team who knew about your acquaintance with Hoseok, so it wasn’t that hard to imagine what she had in mind when she accepted the offer in your place. 

You show her your middle finger from afar, and completely ignore the team members walking around who seem to be surprised at your unusual attitude.

“When do we start?” He pokes your feet with the tip of his shoe. That annoying bastard.

“I’ll have to check if my second shooter is here today. His work was done a few hours ago.” You say, taking a step back. But his next sentence stops you on the track. 

“I want you to take them.” There was a strong emphasis on ‘you’, which you did not expect at all. “I’ve seen your work, you definitely improved yourself.”

The audacity this man had.

You furrow your brows, and take a really deep breath.

“I’m not in the mood to handle your tantrums again, Hoseok.”

His heart shape lips curl with his name coming out of your mouth, and his slender figure bends towards you. “I’ll be nice.” His eyes focus on your lips for a second, and you do the same. You hate yourself for the first thought that came to your mind, reaching out and kissing the beautiful mole on his upper lip. 

His manager coughs, and you both turn back to real life. You can’t help but feel a relief at the fact that he also looks as affected as you when he straightens back and averts his gaze.

Was he flustered?

No, you should be just imagining.

“What was it again?” You ask his manager. “Cover shoot right? What’s the concept?”

You already know the concept. You are the head photographer after all, you were there when his outfits were prepared. But, you needed a distraction. And this is the only thing you can imagine to buy some time. 

“Same as the next album’s concept. Going for a darker look.”

“The stage for the shoot was prepared beforehand but I think we should still check it,” you say, focusing on work so you can act like he’s not standing so close that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. “There’s no specific room prepared for the artist though, and most people who take care of that stuff already left.”

It was nearly 8 pm now, way past your working hours. At least they pay you a lot, you thought. “You’re gonna have to use the common changing room, hope that’s alright.”

There’s silence for a second.

“Will you help me change?”

You don’t get it at first, but when you realize what he means, your body becomes rigid. You look up at him expecting a teasing look, yet, you’re faced with something totally unexpected.

His gaze is locked on you, and he looks restless, impatient even. And the intense look he’s giving you at the moment, as if he’s not here for a photoshoot but to consume you fully, does something to you. He looks like he yearns for you. Hoseok doesn’t yearn, you think. He loathes me. He’s trying to play with me.

Thankfully, you learned how to play his games by now, so you scoff, and straighten your spine as if there’s no heat rushing between your legs. “Are you a child? Dress yourself.”

He lightly chuckles, like that was exactly what he expected from you. However, the look on his eyes stays the same as his expression goes back to normal. 

After three outfits and two hours, the shoot was about to be done. Yet, once again you were left in a very uncomfortable situation with him.

You did the huge mistake of letting the makeup artist leave an hour ago, only to find Hoseok smudging his eye makeup a few minutes ago. 

Now, he was waiting for you inside the makeup room to fix his makeup.

In your head, you scream at him for being the most annoying person you know but choose silence when you walk into the room to proceed with your job. 

You stop the moment you see him sprawled on the makeup chair, legs open wide, his naked torso on display under his leather jacket. You blink a few times, to see if you’re hallucinating but nope, he wasn’t wearing anything under that jacket.

“My eyes are up here, doll.” Amusement dances in his voice.

You furrow your brows, and your heels click as you walk up to him in the silent room. You put the brushes in your hand on to the desk, and nudge his leg so he would close them for you to work around.

Instead, he grabs your waist, and with one swift move, you find yourself on his lap.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“It’s only us, it’d be more comfortable.” You look at him as if he’s out of his mind, and he looks at you back. You feel restless as you reach for the brushes you put down a minute ago, not that sitting on his leg is uncomfortable, but on the contrary, you fear that you never want to get up. 

Whatever this tension between the two of you was, it scared you. Something crawled under your skin every time you were in the proximity of him, because you remember how gentle he once was, and you craved that so badly. And it was stupid.

You order him to close his eyes, and surprisingly he listens this time. Your expression softens while taking in how beautiful he is, and as you grab the brush gently, you glide it over his eyelid, imagining it was your fingers touching his skin. Even though he annoyed you to the core, there was no lie that there were nights you touched yourself to the day you met. How perfectly his lips felt on yours, and the warmth his compliments caused in your heart. 

You feel his warm breath over your nose when you lean in. A need to kiss him consumes you so bad, and that moment of distraction causes you to smudge the makeup. “Shit.” He blinks, and his eyebrow raises in a questioning motion. “I’ll fix it,” you say as you try to get up, but his hand stops you.

“I want us to be even,” he says. You give him a puzzled look, not fully understanding what he’s implying. He possibly cannot want to ruin your makeup, can he? “I want to, no-” His chest rises with the big breath he takes, and he groans with frustration. “I need to taste you.”

Silence fills up the whole space, the buzzing sound from the lights fill your ears. Your blood rushes to your face and you feel yourself burning. Your eyes do a whole rotation between his lips and eyes, and the more you linger, the more his gaze darkens.

You scoff, and say  “It’s not the time to joke around.” 

Because it’s not. Really not, when it’s only the two of you left at the building at this hour. Everyone’s left at least an hour ago, and you had no idea where the hell his manager was. 

“Who says I’m joking?” He raises his hand to tuck a hair strand behind your ear and even though his eyes still burn with lust, his moves are gentle compared to the dark look on his face. His fingers move from your ear to your chin, and his thumb slowly grazes over your lower lip, feeling the softness and warmth of your flesh. “I’m very serious, doll.”

You open your mouth to say something but instead he sees it as an open invitation. His thumb finds its way to your mouth and unexpectedly your tongue swirls around, sucking it. You finally give up to your urges and welcome him to your body after five long years. 

The way his skin tastes makes you forget everything in a second, and you curse the years you had to physically restrain yourself for not jumping on him. Hoseok, on the other hand, is surprised but nonetheless very pleased by your eagerness. 

His finger leaves your mouth with a pop sound, smearing your saliva on your lips, and he brings his head closer to yours, inhaling your soft breath. “You look so beautiful when you look at me like that,” his voice vibrates against your mouth. “Like you need to be filled with my cock.”

You furrow your brows while you pull back, and he chuckles, not letting you go by holding your chin firmly. “You’re so annoying,” you say, and he simply answers by humming against you. 

He places a wet kiss on your neck. You grab him tighter, leaning your neck to the side so he can keep going. He sucks the delicate skin, grazes his teeth along the length of your neck. His hand on your lower back finds an opening under your shirt, meeting with your scorching hot skin.

With one swift move, he stands up with you in his arms, turns around and places you back on the chair. Your faces line up as he kneels in front of you, and you try to catch your breath as you savor the view in front of you. 

Hoseok, on his knees. Just for you.

“Are you gonna let me, baby? Hm, can I taste you?” He breathes into your neck, and you mumble a ‘yes, please,” in between your shaky breath. “Such a pretty girl with good manners.”

His praise sends shivers to your core, and you watch him with doe eyes as his hands find the zipper of your jeans. He removes it so slowly that you think he’s torturing you both. 

However, he wastes no time lifting your legs up, pushing them back as much as he can to get a clear view of your wet panties. He gulps, blood rushes to his face with how transparent the fabric has become because of your wetness, and you realize a smug grin appear on his face. It was all because of him, for him.

“Hold your legs up for me,” he orders and you grab both your legs behind your knees and pull them even more to yourself. 

He puts his right hand right above your heat, and his thumb starts drawing small circles around your clit through the soaked panties. Your whole body trembles with need. He keeps applying pressure, smearing your wetness all over the fabric. “Look at you, baby. So wet,” he bends down, placing a sloppy kiss on your stomach. “Is this all for me?”

You nod as he looks at you between your legs, and the view of his dark orbs makes your cheeks blush. Not that you are shy, no, but because of the look in his eyes that are purely primal, making you feel like a prey that will be devoured in a minute. 

His eyes never leave yours as he continues going down on you. When he finally reaches your clit, he places one more kiss over the fabric to the swollen bud before sliding your panties to one side. 

While his other hand keeps your panties on the side, his other hand smears your wetness from your folds to your clit. You grind your hips in the air, and beg “Please touch me.”

With that, his lips wrap around your clit. You yelp with the sudden contact, and your head falls backwards. Hoseok makes the most guttural sounds eating you out, as if he hadn’t eaten in days. 

You swallow the moan you have coming, and when Hoseok realizes that he applies even more pressure with his tongue, going faster and faster. At one point, your efforts to stay silent becomes useless, and soon the makeup room is echoing with your moans. Yes, Hoseok, God…

Deep down you know that you’re being totally unprofessional, again, but you don’t even care about it at the moment. The fingers holding your leg moves downward, and he presses two long digits into your hole, in and out, and you leave your doubts behind. You only feel him.

Pressure in your core grows and grows.

Your orgasm quickly builds up, and it becomes harder to keep holding your legs up. 

When he feels your walls clenching around him, his fingers start moving even faster, and he starts curling them inside. He goes feral, nibbling on your clit, stimulating the nub to the edge.

“I’m so close,” you shriek, and he purrs against your pussy.

“Come for me, baby.”

And that’s all it takes for you to let go, reaching that blissful, heavenly feeling. Your vision blurs, and you shake uncontrollably as he helps you ride your orgasm. Your mind goes blank, your lips curl upwards giddily. You let go of your legs, and he catches them for you, puts your feet on the floor gently before placing a peck on your thigh.

“You taste so good, even more than I could’ve ever imagined.” Hoseok caresses your thighs, and then your curves. “You look like a ruined angel,” he says, his hands massage your breasts over your button up blouse. “My beautiful angel.”

After a minute or five, when you finally feel your consciousness crawl back in your head, you sit up only to find Hoseok now standing right in front of you, his hip leaning on the makeup table, watching you with that rare warmth in his gaze.

His rock hard bulge under his jeans doesn’t escape your notice as you seize him up, and your hands reach out to his belt without much thought.

“What are you doing, y/n?” 

“Removing your belt,” you bat your eyelashes at him, with the smallest of smile on your lips. 

“Why?” He asks, his voice getting an octave lower. 

You lean your head to one side like a puppy, and your fingers linger on the leather. “Need more of you.” 

He straightens his posture, and takes a step towards you. He pats your head, massaging your scalp lightly. He keeps his chin high, looking like a Greek god from under, and he raises a brow. “Need me how, baby? Use your words.”

“Need you to fuck me, Hobi.” You answer immediately, and the nickname hits him hard. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Shibal,” he murmurs under his breath, and you see his nostrils flare just a little. 

“Would you?” 

He tilts your chin a little, and his tongue pokes his cheek. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, pretty baby.” His free hand finds your fingers that are fidgeting on his belt, and he helps you undo it. “You are going to feel me for days.” 

“Promises, promises…” 

He chuckles, not giving into your mind games. You finally unwrap his belt, and move on with his pants. Soon, he is in front of you with nothing but his underwear and you can see the exact shape of his length under it. You wet your lips with your tongue, and hook your fingers around his boxers to remove it.

He lets you do it at your own pace, and you enjoy the slow anticipation building up in your core. His hardness greets you when you finally free him, and your fingers wrap around his cock, giving him a soft squeeze. You missed that feeling, no lies. 

You’re practically drooling when you look up to him, your fingers coated with his pre-cum. His smugness doesn’t annoy you this time, instead, you’re filled with the desire to please him, taste him on your tongue once more. 

You lean over, but you’re stopped on the track just when your mouth is inches away from him. “Uh-huh baby, we’re not doing that today.” 

His hands suddenly wrap around your waist, and you’re maneuvered over the table in a whim. All the expensive makeup products scatter to the ground, and you yelp, but he doesn’t care. “You wanted me to fuck you,” he says, his mouth closer to yours than ever. “And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” 

He lines his cock, pulls your panties to side once again, and grinds himself to your folds. He keeps rubbing himself to you, and you both keep watching where your bodies meet. It’s insane how good it looks, as if he’s made to stretch you. 

When he’s finally coated with your slick, he lines himself to your entrance. Inch by inch, he enters you, stretching your walls. You welcome the burning sensation that comes along with it, because it feels just right. 

He rests his head on yours, and the tip of his nose pokes yours. “Fuck, you’re so tight-” He mumbles, and slowly his movements gain speed. “You feel so good.”

You mumble nonsense, it’s impossible to think when he’s so deep within you, and his cock hits every spot you did not know existed. You cry out his name, and your long nails draw red lines across his stomach. 

You feel his core muscles tighten under your touch, and his thrusts become deeper. His pelvis hits just at the right spot on your clit, causes your senses to heighten with each movement of his.

The pleasure wraps you, consumes you as a whole. You forget where you are. You forget what were you doing. You nearly forget your own name. He makes sure to fuck you until you forget everything but him. 

“I should’ve-” Thrust. “Done this,” Another hard thrust. “Much sooner.”

His words makes you blink and you bite inside of your cheeks. He looks as disheveled, as ruined as you. The expression on his face adds to the coiling up in your stomach, and you finally hold him from the dangly necklace he’s wearing and pull himself to you.

Your lips clash, and you moan directly into his mouth. 

He slows down for a moment, only to go faster in the blink of an eye. 

You feel tears welling up on your lashes, the stimulation becoming too much to bear each second. 

“Would you let me cum in you?” He asks, his voice barely a breathy whisper. “Please.”

You clench with the word please, because it feels so intimate, so gentle. “Yes, fill me Hobi. Please.” 

No more words get exchanged between you two, your walls tighten around him, your orgasm hits you and you scream his name. Your pleasure doubles when hot, creamy liquid starts filling your insides.

Your mind goes blank, and your head falls onto his chest, which is now wet with glistening sweat. You can feel his heartbeat right under you, and you stay like that until both of your breathing turns to somewhat normal. 

Your legs wobble when he finally leaves your warmth, “Don’t!” you whine, craving to be filled once more as the emptiness hits you.

“We can continue later, baby” he says, caressing your cheek before kissing you deeply, and you’re glad that his voice is still gentle, and the warmth in his eyes are still very much present. And the thought of later wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. 

Suddenly, you’re both dragged into the real world when his phone blinks twice. 

He rolls his eyes, but when he reads the message on his phone you see him holding back a wicked grin. You furrow your brows, wondering what’s written on the text, but your curiosity doesn’t last long as he shows the message from his manager.

“If the two of you are done, we need to finish this shoot and leave for the flight.”

[twil1ghtz2ne]

i literally giggled and kicked my feet reading this

[cheeseceli]

Boyfriend Hobi

Pairing: Jung Hoseok × gn!reader

Genre: headcanons, fluff

Request: boyfriend hobi, perchance?!

Warnings: physical touch, mentions of food, he's an idol, mentions of fights

A/n: this one's a bit long I think lmao | daily click

Yoongi ver. | Hobi ver. | Namjoon ver.| Jimin ver. | Taehyung ver. | Jungkook ver.

This was probably a best friends to lovers thing

It took him a while to make a move because he was scared to mess up the relationship

So either you make the first move or you'll have to be very patient 😭

Oh this one is strong on physical touch btw

He likes to cuddle, he will always save a seat for you next to him, random hugs just because

And he will never let go of your hand

Trust me on this one

If you're walking around, better believe he WILL be holding your hand

And he also hugs you when you're cold to warm you up 🙂‍↕️

Your opinion is EXTREMELY important to him

Both on trivial matters, like what hat he should wear, and on more important things, like his job

You always receive spoilers to the tracks he's producing as well

Partner privileges

Talking about partner privileges

He takes such care of you

Always make sure you ate enough and on time

Drives you to your work/uni and then drives you home after

Insists on you taking an extra coat on cold days

Even massages you when you're too stressed or when you had a particularly rough day

Also loves to send you texts and voice messages throughout the day

If you can't see each other that day, he's gonna make sure to document EVERYTHING to you

He loves to have you near, even when it's not physically possible

He also smiles mid kiss 💔

He perceives everything as well

You're currently obsessed with a new series? He's already sending you videos about that

You're feeling kinda down? He is comforting you before you can barely understand what you're feeling

You want to go to some place? He's already cleaning his schedule so you can go asap

He's so observant

And if you're talking, his eyes are on you

The type of guy to put his full attention on you

He's a perfectionist, nothing new here

So if you guys ever fought it would probably be because of these details

And because he wanted the relationship to be so perfect, there would probably be a bit of accidental self sabotage

But with time this gets better

He also needs a bit of validation

I don't think he'd be very jealous (considering the perilla leaf debate)

But some validation is still nice lmao

Trusts you with his life

You know every single secret of his

You know where every precious possession of his is, and you can use all of them

You're his emergency call

He genuinely trusts you a lot

He's not jealous, but he is protective

If he senses you're feeling uncomfortable, he will step up with no hesitation

Sidewalk rule

He loves your smile

He has 649264 pictures of you smiling

And most of these pictures were taken secretly, when you were too focused on just enjoying life to notice the camera

Idk he also seems like he would want to have matching items with you

If English/Korean are not your mother tongue, he would LOVE to learn your language

He would learn a few words and suddenly that's all he's saying for the rest of the week

Overall, he's your safe place and you're his

He is your personal sunshine: cheer you up on sad days and make happy days even brighter

Confidents of each other

It would be a dream, honestly

Masterlist | you'll probably like: Fri(end)s

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @butnotmontana @sheraayasherrecs

Dividers by @adornedwithlight | images 1, 2 and 3