Words: 6,320 (sorry its super long, I got carried away)
Warnings: Unedited, very mild makeout session (;
Paring: Tony Stark’s Daughter x Peter Parker
The Avengers compound was quieter than normal Saturday night. The television flickered in the corner as the men switched flipped back and forth between NFL games. Natasha and Wanda chatted amongst themselves ignoring the sporting event like it was their job. Shouting resulted to a bare minimum much to the surprise of the young teenager propped on the kitchen bar stool. Peter Parker had been apart of the Avengers for a little over three months and never in his time apart of the team had he witnessed them so lifeless. The Avengers slumped around like deflated balloons lacking interest in all activities.
A soft sigh fell from Peter’s soft lips while he pushed himself off the metal seat. His warm brown eyes fell to the watch fasten around his wrist. 10:06, Aunt May would expect him home by midnight but with the lack of activity, calling it a night didn’t seem like such a horrible option. Peter was use to hating the time that rolled around when he was forced to take the long haul back to his apartment. The train rides were sketchy, the walk in the cold was gruesome, and the local New York civilians had a tendency to be the most bitter people in the world. But out of all the things Peter hated about having to leaving the tower, Y/n was by far the most.
“Thank you so much for helping me.” You hugged your friend.
“You sure you’re gonna be okay here alone?” She asked concerned.
“I’ll be okay Chae.”
She hugged you once again before leaving.
Now to unpack.
You finally moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment. You wanted a change. The only thing was that you were living in the more active side of town. You were more towards the city so the crime rates were a little high. Plus it was loud.
As soon as you went through your boxes, pulling out picture frames first you heard piano coming from next door. You leaned in closer to get a clearer sound. It was beautiful.
You decided to just go back to unpacking. You did feel a little uneasy being alone. This was a new feeling for you, being on your own.
One of the first things you wanted to do was set up your TV. You hooked up your cable, easy enough and then turned your TV on using the remote. As soon as you turned it on, it seemed to be working fine so you left and went to the kitchen putting away some dishes.
You turned around from the sound of plastic hitting the floor. Sammy. Your cat jumping up on the counter knocking shit off like usual.
You went back to unpacking your kitchen box when you heard the cable going out with a loud static you had to cover your ears. You immediately went into panic mode trying to find the remote that you only had a few minutes ago.
The noise was unbearably loud that you couldn’t take another second. You heard a loud door bell ringing over the static.
You quickly went to the door opening it up seeing a young guy looking extremely annoyed.
“Shut it off!” He tried to shout over the noise.
“What?” You yelled back.
“Shut it off!” He made his voice louder.
He entered your apartment uninvited and marched over to your TV. He couldn’t find the buttons to the TV so he just reached around and unplugged it.
You looked at him apologetic.
“You couldn’t do that?” He snapped.
“I’m sorry….my cat must of knocked the cable out.”
He rolled his eyes making his way towards the door. “You just move in?”
“Yeah.” You nervously tugged your hair behind your ear.
“Please keep it down.” He glared at you before he stepped out your apartment and you heard the door next door shut. Was he the one that was playing the piano?
You glanced at the time seeing it was 10:30. No wonder he was mad, who wouldn’t be mad.
You decided to just call it a night and dragged yourself to your room.
The next morning you got a call from your friends Chae and Jisoo. They wanted to meet you for lunch. As soon as you got ready they texted you the address of the place. It wasn’t too far.
“Hey girl.” Your friend Chae greeted you. “How’s the place?”
“It’s pretty nice, and cozy.” You smiled.
“Did you finish unpacking?”
You shook your head. “Too tired.” You leaned back in your chair.
“What apartment complex did you move into again?” Jisoo asked.
“Really?” She asked. “My brother lives there.” She smiled.
“Now I can visit you both at the same time.”
“You go there often?”
“Not really, my brothers always busy.” She pouted.
You didn’t stay long, you still had a lot of packing to do. Before you went upstairs you stopped at the main office claiming your mailbox. They gave you a key and they told you to make sure it works from it being a little out of date.
You went back to the front door where the mailboxes were and attempted to open your mail box. As soon as you opened it you saw a letter already.
Welcome to The Gardens.
You heard noise next to you as someone else was getting their mail. The guy from last night. You tried not to cause attention to yourself. You walked back over to the office saying your key was fine and headed towards the stairs. You had to pass the mailboxes again to get to there.
You saw the guy look in your direction as you walked forward.
“Hey….I’m sorry for last night I was just trying to finish my work.” He apologized.
“No I’m sorry for making so much noise.” You smiled.
“I’m Yoongi.” He reached out his hand.
“I’m (Y/N).” You shook his hand.
“Do you need any help unpacking?” He kindly offered.
“No that’s okay I only have a few boxes left.” The shy person you were avoided any confrontation as possible. Even how cute this guy was.
“Okay well, you know where to find me.”
He went to the elevator. You were honestly afraid of elevators you avoided them at all cost. You were only on the third floor so it wasn’t a big deal.
As soon as you got to your room you continued unpacking, you had more then you led on.
“Sammy, don’t you dare touch that TV.” She looked at you then swatted at the cord making it fall out again. The irritating noise come back.
“Sammy!” You ran to your TV hitting the power button turning off the sound. You didn’t bother even looking for the remote because you knew you wouldn’t find it.
You heard a instant knock on your door. “You’re making me look bad Sammy.”
(I actually talk to my cat, not crazy cat lady way but like this, so I hope this is not weird xD lol)
You opened the door to see the familiar face of annoyance. “Need help with your TV again?”
“I’m sorry but I turned it off quicker this time.” He walked into your apartment again uninvited. He sat down in front of your cable box attempting to screw in the cable.
“Here’s your problem.” He sat up. “Your cable adapter is broken….it just spins it doesn’t tighten that’s probably why it keeps falling out.”
“Your gonna need a new one.”
“Here I have a better idea.” You grabbed the duct tape and started to unwrap it.
“Really? Duct tape doesn’t fix everything.” He arched his eyebrows.
“It will do for now so Sammy won’t knock it out again.”
“Sammy?” He asked.
“My cat.” You confirmed.
He laughed. “Of course.”
His laugh was beautiful.
What were you thinking, you just met this guy and he seemed like a grouch. No offense.
He looked around your apartment seeing the mess. “It looks like you still have a lot of work to do.”
“Yeah….I’m not exactly sure where I’m putting everything yet.” You bit inside your cheek.
“Need any help?”
“That’s okay I’m gonna call it a night.”
“Okay.” He nodded and made his way towards your door. “Hopefully your cat can keep it quiet.” He smiled causing you to blush.
Why was his smile so perfect?Why was he effecting you this way?
You woke at 5am on this Saturday morning so you can start your morning shift at 6am. You worked with your parents twice a week but you also had a full time job at the local restaurant for about two years now.
It was nicer since you only had to travel a few blocks but now you were on your own so it was either walk or city bus since you didn’t have a car.
You hated working at the restaurant, it was always busy at night and you had to deal with rich snobs. There was occasional sweet people who left you nice tips but that was a rare occasion. You were trying to work your way through school. You still had two years left.
“You’re late sweetie.” Your mother scolded you.
“I’m sorry, the bus was late.”
“I don’t feel comfortable with you taking the bus.”
“It’s fine mom.”
“You should of worked on getting a car first before moving into an apartment.” You rolled your eyes. She was always like this.
“Mom I’m 21 now, I need to be on my own.”
“Okay fine then be on time.” You squinted your eyes.
Your parents owned a local pharmacy in the city.
As soon as you dragged your self off the bus you were already tired. Saturdays were your busy day at the pharmacy. When you reached your apartment entrance you decided to stop at the mail box.
You opened your box and it only had a few letters in there. You couldn’t imagine you having mail already. As soon as you pulled them out you noticed the name saying Min Yoongi.
You felt a mini anxiety attack meaning you had to bug him again.
When you got to your floor you stood outside his door taking a deep breath before you lifted your fist and softly knocked.
You heard the door handle turn not to long after. When he opened the door he seemed surprised to see you there.
He didn’t say anything he just stared waiting for you to say something.
“Um….your mail was in my mail box by accident.” You looked down handing over his mail.
“They do that a lot…they probably have dyslexia.”
You pursed your lips. “Okay well-” You started to turn around.
“Wait.” He stopped you suddenly. “Can I ask your advice on something?”
You looked at him confused. He moved to the side so you could walk through. He shut the door behind you making you jump. You didn’t know why you felt so intimidated by him.
You waited until he led you to a open space next to the living room. He had a grand piano next to a Yamaha electronic keyboard.
“I want advice from an outsiders point of view instead of my friends who hear my stuff all the time.”
He sat down at the piano and he looked at you signaling you to sit next to him. You noticed the music sheet on the stand labeled ’Butterfly’.
He brushed the keys before he pressed down playing the first note. The song was unbelievably gentle. It gave you some inner feeling you couldn’t explain. You had chills, you have never heard anything so beautiful in your entire life.
The song felt emotional.
After he was done he looked forward, like he was thinking until he turned to you. “Was it okay?”
“Okay? It was beautiful.” You sweetly smiled.
“Yeah….you wrote that?”
He nodded. “Amazing.”
For the past week you couldn’t get Yoongi out of your head. The way he smiled, even though that wasn’t often. But yet you couldn’t figure him out. One moment he was grouchy the next he was sweet.
You couldn’t even tell if he likes you or not. He’s either knocking on your door telling you you’re being too loud or he’s inviting you over for advice then kicks you out.
You were a dance major so once you hooked up your stereo you were always practicing, which often caused Yoongi coming over asking you to lower the music.
You were living at the apartment for a month now and you had a huge audition coming up so you had to practice as much as you could.
You had your music at a dim volume so Yoongi wouldn’t come pounding on your door again, it got to the point that every time he saw you he was constantly wearing a annoyed expression and he hasn’t invited you over since that one day two weeks ago. You came to the conclusion that he didn’t like you.
You practiced your whole routine twice through still needing to practice it.
As you started the third time you heard loud music coming next door. You stopped immensely to turn your music up a little more but that made no effect. It seemed his music just got louder. For the past ten minutes you just tried to ignore it but it had no use. You stopped your music and left your apartment in a rage.
You buzzed his doorbell and knocked as loud as you could. He opened the door arching his eyebrows. You heard a echo of his music coming from another room.
“Can you please keep it down?” You shouted.
“Sorry am I too loud?” He smirked.
“I’ve been keeping my end low lately.” You argued.
“I can still hear yours, so I just decided to turn mine up.”
“I have an important audition coming up.” You basically whined.
“Oh, that’s why your dressed like that.” He referred to your ballet sweats.
You glared at his cocky smile. “I’m being serious.”
“Well sorry I’m doing my job.”
“Is your job being rude as fuck?” Your shy side no longer an issue.
Yoongi stepped back with a surprised expression but he still had a smile on his face. You also saw that he had guest so you immediately toned down.
“Okay I’ll turn it down if you do.” He smirked again.
You rolled your eyes and stormed back to your room.
You knew you weren’t being that loud he’s trying to get back at you.
“You have a friendly neighbor.” Jhope laughed sarcastically at his friend.
“She’s cute.” Jimin said making Yoongi smile.
You wasted too much time angry at Yoongi that you had to already get ready for your night shift at the restaurant.
It was 9:30pm and you were counting down the time you could go home. You still had a dreadful four hours. You stood to the waiting area for another family or couple to be seated. You looked at the direction of a young couple entering the dinning area. Your eyes widen as you had to take a double glance towards the pair.
It wad Yoongi with a girl. She was beautiful. Of course he has a girlfriend.
Wait a minute, why did you all of a sudden feel jealous? After today you never want to see or hear from him again.
You don’t care. You don’t care.
You kept repeating.
“(Y/N)!” You heard your manger whisper shout at you. You looked at him and he pointed to the young couple.
Of course. You have to seat him.
You made your way over to them and bowed. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes and then he smirked. He didn’t say a word that he knew you, which you were kind of grateful for. You lead them to their table and pulled out your pad.
“Hello I’m (Y/N) and I’ll be your server, can I start you with some drinks?” You asked professionally.
“I’ll take a water….Suga?” She tried to get his attention. He looked up from the menu.
“Same.” Then looked back down.
You walked away getting ready to get their drinks. Why did she call him Suga? Was it some cliche couple name? Why were you caring so much?
“Why so grumpy?” One of the cooks laughed as you set up the drinks.
“Nothing.” You smiled sarcastically.
“Are you guys ready to order?” You said as sweet as you can while putting their drinks on the table.
She ordered and then he just agreed on whatever she was having.
The rest of the night was a blur, as you waited in your service area, you occasionally caught Yoongi glance at you and he would do his annoying smirk.
You honestly couldn’t get him through your head. Was he purposely trying to annoy you or make you uncomfortable because it was working.
Cleaning up their table you collected the envelope where they placed the tip and put it in your pocket with the rest of your tips.
Later that night you dragged yourself up the stairs through your apartment complex. You dreaded this job, but it was too good of a paycheck to pass up.
As soon as you entered your room, the shoes came flying off. You heard faint piano keys from the room over. What was he still doing up? It was 1:30am.
It reminded you to check your tips. You opened the envelope from.his table. You pulled out the amount and looked at it confused. This must be a mistake. $300. You never got that high of a tip before.
You knew he was up so you made your way next door knocking. You heard the piano stop suddenly and not to long the door opened.
He had a habit of not greeting you, he would just stare and wait for you to speak first.
“I think you accidentally gave me too much money.” You waved the envelope.
“No.” He shook his head.
“Yoongi this is $300….even rich people with ten houses don’t give me that much.”
“That’s how much we gave you.” It looked like he was almost going to shut his door in your face
“Well…its too much….I appreciate it but I’m not struggling or anything.”
“It’s fine, my friend has a lot of money….you deserve it.”
Before you could speak he did shut the door in your face.
You deserve it? You went back to your apartment confused. How would he know? Yoongi was a puzzle that you were trying to figure out. Even though your close to finishing it there’s always one piece that’s missing.
It was the end of next week and your last day to practice your dance routine and of course Yoongi had his music interrupting your music again.
You marched back over pounding on his door. His music never stopped so he probably didn’t hear you. You jiggled the handle and saw that it was opened. You didn’t see him once you entered. You just followed the music until you stood in front of another door. You turned the knob and saw a studio type den.
He was sat down in a chair in front of a panel filled with hundreds of switches and buttons.
“Yoongi!” You shouted over the music. He slightly jumped and turned the music down to a dim.
“What do you want?”
“Don’t you own a pair of headphones?” You snapped.
“Yes.” He smirked.
“Why are you doing This? To get back at me? I’m sorry for the past few weeks okay…..so can you please stop punishing me I’ve been playing my music low every night for you.” You rambled.
“Why should I, I pay to live here and I’ve gotten no complaints till you lived here.”
“Why are you such a jerk?” You yelled.
“If I’m such a jerk then move.” He stood up.
“You know what, good idea.” You turned around and headed towards his door.
You were close to his opened door but before you could leave he beat you to it and closed the door with his presence behind you.
“I’m sorry okay.” You turned around and walked backwards until your back hit the door from how close he was. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“Why do you care….you hate me.” Your tone of voice was still agrivated.
You saw him lean in closer. “I dont hate you.” He glanced at your lips before looking into your eyes again. You saw him lean in even closer that you could feel his breath on your lips.
You were tempted to fill in the rest of the space but your mind flashed back to the restaurant. He had a girlfriend. You weren’t gonna be some homewrecker to some innocent girl who has a cheating boyfriend.
“Can you let me leave please.” You said softly.
“Do you hate me?” He asked sadly.
You didn’t answer you just closed your eyes to avoid his gaze. “Please Yoongi.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” He backed up and opened the door. After you left you couldn’t help but feel guilty. The look on his face was haunting.
The only positive thing this week was that you passed your audition with flying colors but the rest of the week was quiet. You didn’t have to practice or neither did you hear Yoongis music through your wall. You were happy but yet you felt lonely.
But you tried to not feel guilty, he wanted you to suffer and you did.
It was Monday so you had the night off. Thank God.
You were about to cook yourself some dinner when you heard a loud irritating noise. You looked over to where it was coming from and you saw your cat playing with the cable again.
“Sammy!” You ran over and chased her away from the TV. You quickly hit the switch making it quiet again. You expected a knock on your door immediately but nothing. You went back to the kitchen to go back to cooking. You were actually quite sad honestly, you wanted him to go to your door like before.
After you finished your meal, you went back over to the TV and plugged the cable on. When you turned it on it was still a loud irritating static.
What the hell? The cable was in. You turned your TV off again to make it quiet. You pulled out the cable to look at it. It was broken, actually more chewed off.
“Sammy.” You mentally argued. She must of just did that. You put your shoes on getting ready to leave. You needed to buy a new cable, you couldn’t just sit in silence for the rest of the night.
As soon as you opened your door, Yoongi was waiting on the outside. “Having trouble with your TV?” He smirked.
“My cat chewed it up.” You looked down.
“You need a spare?” He asked.
“You have a spare?” He nodded.
“I was gonna give it to you before but then you pulled out the duct tape.” He smiled making you blush.
He tilted his head for you to follow him. And you did.
When you entered his apartment you closed the door behind you. He went to the end of the hall into a walk in closet. He leaned down and grabbed a fresh new cable that was still in its package.
He stood back up and handed it to you. He looked at you with hungry eyes. You felt butterflies in your stomach.
“Thank you.” You softly spoke as he handed it to you.
“Do you need help hooking that up?”
“Um…I-” He caused you to stumble over your words as he leaned in closer to you, resting his hand on the wall next to you.
He smiled as you attempted to speak. You closed your eyes. The last thing you saw was him leaning in closer but this time you were frozen. You finally felt his lips brush yours. It felt nice. You didn’t push him away, your lips actually responded against his. He gently pulled your hips to his feeling every inch of him closer to you.
Before you could go in any deeper. You softly pushed him away. “What about your girlfriend?”
He laughed. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
You looked at him confused. “But what about at the restaurant-”
“That’s not my girlfriend…we work together and she invited me out for dinner.”
Now that you thought about it, that night you never seen them being affectionate. It was wrong for you to assume.
“So…” He waited for you to do something. “Can I kiss you again?”
You blushed as he leaned in forward. You bit your lip nervously while you nodded in approval. He once again broke the free space bringing his lips towards your.
This time he didn’t hold back, he kissed you desperately. Like he wanted to for a while. He lifted you up and carried to the next room over which was his studio. He sat you on his desk and immediately started sucking on your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him closer.
You felt his hand make it’s way up your shirt playing with the hooks of your bra. You toyed with the waist band of his sweats making his voice moan vibrating your skin. You felt chills run down your spin.
He left your neck and went back to your lips. He moved his tongue inside to explore every inch. The butterflies went off when You felt his member poking you through his thigh. You had the urge to reach through his pants grabbing him but your shy side didn’t want to make anything uncomfortable.
He pulled away noticing how you stiffened up. “You can tell me to stop, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I feel that way about you.” He arched his eyebrows confused. “I want to um-” You nervously stumbled.
“Say no more.” He leaned in kissing you again tugging on your sweat pants. He pulled them off in a swift motion dragging down your underwear also. He pulled away slightly to admire your body. You smiled as he started tugging on his own pants.
But before you could get a look at him he kissed you again. You felt his member brush your folds before pushing in. You arched in pain as you tried to adjust to his size.
He didn’t give you much time as he started thrusting into you. The pain was visible for the first few pumps until it turned into pleasure. You tilted your head back enjoying the pleasure.
You heard him giggle watching you skirm. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk as you felt your body reach its climax. Your moans were pretty much uncontrollable at this point. The feeling hit you immensely, you felt weak but he kept his quick pace working up his own release.
He continued to rock against you until you heard a ring enter the quiet room. You giggled as he rolled his eyes but he didn’t stop. You leaned in and kissed him passionately while he hit his release.
You both took a second to catch your breath. “Your phone’s still ringing.” You whispered.
He leaned back and made a cute groaning sound. He pulled his pants up while going to his phone.
“Yeah?” He answered annoyed.
“What took you so long to answer the phone?” You heard the other end. You slid off the desk and pull your pants back up.
“I was busy.”
“I’m outside your door.” You heard the female.
You watched as his eyes widen. Then turn to annoyance. “Okay.”
Then he hung up. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
“My sister’s here.” He walked out of the room while you followed him.
“You want me to go?” You asked before he made it to the door.
“No…please stay.” He begged.
You went over to the couch and sat down. He opened the door for his sister greeting her in the process.
You glanced back and you never felt more anxiety.
“Jisoo?” There stood your best friend, who happened to be sister’s with the guy you just slept with.
Throwing a sweater over your pajama, you walked down the stairs and opened the heavy door of your apartment entrance, the freezing cold weather making you shiver immediately.
Walking up to Jungkook, you crossed your arms while you stood in front of him. “You’re really crazy! What are you doing here at this-”
Before you could end your sentence, Jungkook started dragging you towards his parked car, the look on his face telling you that he was really angry. “Jungkook, what are you doing?! Can you please stop dragging me to places! I’m not your toy or something! Are you even listening to me?! Yah, I’m taking to you-”
Ignoring your protests, he opened the door to his car, shoved you in and buckled your seatbelt. Right before he closed your door, he leaned his face to yours and looked into your eyes.
“I will prove to you how I feel about you, Y/N.”
The car ride was silent. Every now and then, you glanced at Jungkook from the corner of your eyes, his strong grip on the steering wheel and his clenched jaw telling you that he was still angry because of you.
Were you really overthinking everything? He told you multiple times that he likes you. Then why was it so hard for you to believe him? Was it because of the necklace? He told you that it didn’t mean anything for him, the reason why he was carrying it with himself being that he wanted to give it back to his ex girlfriend because he didn’t want it anymore. You assumed that she still had his necklace too. Then why were you making everything hard for the both of you?
You snapped out of your thoughts when Jungkook opened your door. Looking around, you tried to understand where he brought you in the middle of the night. The moment your eyes landed on her house, the anger started to engulf your whole body.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you stepped out of the car and started pushing Jungkook away in between your shouts. “Are you kidding me?! How can you bring me to your ex girlfriend’s house?!”
“Just wait, Y/N.”
“I don’t want to see her, Jungkook! I’m going!”
Just before your could turn around and walk away, Jungkook grabbed your arm and hissed. “I said wait.”
“Why should I wait?! Jungkook I really don’t-”
“Jungkook? What are you doing here?”
When you heard her voice, your body stiffened. Taking a deep breath, you hissed to Jungkook. “I don’t care what you’re problem with her is and I don’t want to witness it either. Let go of my arm or I’m-”
Not listening to your words, Jungkook intertwined his hand with yours and tucked you near his body. “Eunji, we came here to tell you something.”
Trying to get your hand out of his grip, you scoffed. “No, we didn’t!”
Tugging your hand angrily for the last time, Jungkook connected his eyes with yours and said surely. “Y/N is my girlfriend.”
Suddenly, you heard Eunji giggling. “Jungkook, I know that she’s pretending to be your girlfriend so that you can make me jealous. But there is no need for that. I’m more than willing to accept you back as my boyfrien-”
“I’m in love with her, Eunji.”
You watched how Eunji’s smile slowly vanished from her face. “I want my necklace back, Jungkook.”
“I don’t have it anymore, Eunji. I told you, you don’t mean anything to me anymore.”
Not saying anything, Eunji turned away and walked back into her house. You, on the other hand, were watching how the whole situation was happening in front of your eyes.
The second she slammed the door, Jungkook turned his body to you and asked. “Do you believe me now?”
Removing your hand from his grip harshly, you answered his question without looking him in the eyes. “No, I don’t. There was no need to bring me here in the middle of the night just to pretend in front of your girlfriend.”
“What? Do your really think I’m pretending, Y/N?”
Turning around, you started walking towards the bus stop. “Y/N, did you even hear what I said?!”
Without stopping, you continued to walk and answered his question angrily. “I heard everything! You told her that we came here because we had something to tell her. You told her that I’m your girlfriend and that you’re in love with me.”
The minute you realized what came out of your mouth, you halted immediately and realized one thing. He said that he’s in love with you.
You felt how Jungkook placed his hands on your arms, the smirk on his face showing that he was proud of himself. “So, what did I say, Y/N?”
Eyes wide open, you looked at his face. “Y-You said that you’re in love with me f-for the first time.”
A soft smile replaced the smirk on Jungkook’s lips and he leaned forward to place a little kiss on your forehead.
Still shocked about the whole situation, you asked again. “D-Do you mean it, Jungkook?”
Wrapping his hands around your body, he pressed his body against yours and leaned down, your faces inches apart form each other. Placing a little kiss on the corner of your lips, he whispered with his lien voice. “I do.”
Without waiting any second longer, he connected his soft lips with yours, kissing you deeply as if you’d vanish away from his arms the minute he leaned back.
Being the first one to lean back from the kiss, you leaned your forehead against his chest and smiled softly.
Jungkook, on the other hand, wrapped his arms even more tightly around your body and whispered in your ear. “I love you, Y/N-ah..”
Smiling again, you whispered back.
“I love you too, Jungkook..”
Author’s Note: Aaand, the long awaited sequel is here! Let me know what you think about it guys! I hope this sequel made everything clear for all those who were confused. And again, thank you for all the love you all have shown for this series! I really appreciate it! ❤
Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.
“Yah!” Jimin roars, glaring up at the remote on top of the bookshelf. “Taehyung, get your sorry ass over here NOW.”
“He left twenty minutes ago for snacks,” you inform him from the couch, staring at the blank television screen like it’s the ever so dramatically referenced void, the mid-winter cold that’s permeated through the apartment not allowing you to do much else.
“____, this isn’t fair,” Jimin grunts, jumping in a futile attempt to reach it. “Why does he always do this?”
With a heavy sigh, you lament with a laugh, “Because he knows we can’t reach it.”
“Well what if you get on my shoulders?”
“Jiminie, that would require actual effort,” you tease, sinking into the comforting embrace of the cushions. “We should just wait until he gets home.”
Your friend gives a frustrated grunt, looking around the room like a man on a mission, “I’m not gonna give him the satisfaction…”
“Suit yourself,” you watch with mild curiosity and too much amusement as Jimin loudly drags a chair over from the kitchen, its legs scraping on the wood flooring, sounding like an animal with indigestion.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Jimin pouts, climbing and wobbling up to his full height. Even then, he can barely reach the remote. “I’m gonna poison his tea or- or choke him while he’s sleeping.”
“Kinky,” you drop one eyelid in a wink, causing Jimin to flush.
“Not like that,” he hurls the remote in your direction, clearly aiming for the couch.
You don’t even make the effort to flinch, laughing again, “Sure.”
Guess You Should've Stayed Home (Dean Ambrose smut)
QUOTE SERIES: “Look, you don’t have to like it-” “Good, because I don’t.” When you wear a really short dress out with the girls, Dean’s not very happy about it. But your stubborn streak gets the best out of you and you go in it anyways. When you get home, he gives you a reason why you should’ve stayed home and not gone out.
Warnings: smut, of course, cursing, hair pulling, master/pet, blindfolding,edging, oral (reader receiving), a bit of fluff at the end because I can’t resist. @wwe-smutfics I hope I did this justice.
Word Count: 4,689 words!!! Yikes!!!
“Doll? Hey, where are you?” Dean called, catching your attention. You rolled off of your bed and walked out to join your boyfriend at the door while remaining on the phone with Nikki.
“Yeah, no, I can be ready in twenty minutes. Is Maryse gonna pick me up or Sasha?” you asked, nodding at Dean in acknowledge as you wondered back into your shared room to look for clothes. He followed you with a tilted head like a puppy would when she stated,“I’ll be there to pick you up soon. I’ve got Sash, Bails, and Lana with me, The rest of the girls is gonna meet us there. Go get dressed,girl,and make sure you look hot,hot,hot!”
She ended the call and you tossed your phone over your shoulder, Dean catching it as he asked,’Whadya doing,baby doll?” You gave a small smile and informed him,”Niks and the girls want me to go out and have a girls’ night with them. Sorry,baby, I’ll hang with you tomorrow.” He nodded silently and laid down on the bed, toeing off his boots while watching you choose an outfit.
You grinned when you grabbed a beautiful silver strapless number and pumps in the same color before you hurried into the bathroom, changing quickly then bounced back out with your hair down and your baby strands straightened and your makeup done to flatter your eyes and cheekbones.
Dean jerked into a sitting position, his eyes dilating at the sight of your body being hugged at every angle then he immediately snapped,”You are not fucking wearing that out to a club.” You sighed and slipped into your heels as you said,”Dean,it’ll be fine,I’m just going out with the girls. It’s not like I’m gonna grind on other guys. You know you’re my only one.”
“No,(Y/N). I told you.” he protested,causing you to roll your eyes and straddled his lap then said,”Look,I know you don’t like it-” That sent him into an even bigger fury than he was already in,”Good,because I don’t! You’re not wearing that out and that’s final.” You scoffed and hopped out of his lap then declared,”You know what,I’m not dealing with this.I’m gonna go out with all my friends and I’m going to drink a little then I’m going to come home to my wonderful boyfriend who’s not gonna be in this mood when I get back.”
“(Y/N)! You get your ass back in here right now!” he shouted as you walked out of the apartment, pulling his leather jacket over your arms and shoulders. You sat down in the front seat of Nikki’s car then sighed as your girlfriends whistled and complimented you but Nikki quieted them down then she asked,”What’s wrong,girl?” You gave a small smile then tried to reassure them that nothing wrong but Sasha cut you off,”Nah, nah, nah, I can see it now. What’s wrong? Did Ambrose say something? Do I have to cut his dick off?”
“I’ll kill him. I’m sure Rusev would love to help.”Lana offered, causing you laugh lightly and informed them,”No, everything is fine. It’s just that he threw a bitch fit when he found out that I was wearing this out and he told me that I wasn’t going to wear this dress out. So I decided to wear his jacket to give him some sort of peace of mind.”
“Damn,that boy is overprotective.”Bayley laughed, nudging you. You nodded and murmured,”You have no idea.” Nikki grabbed your hand then encouraged,”I’ll have you home in a few hours, don’t worry. You can have rough,nitty gritty sex with your man when you get home.”
Your cheeks burned red and you turned to the window, pressing your skin to cool the heat as all of your group arrived at one of the hottest clubs in Vegas. The girls cheered like a bunch of teenagers when you burst through the doors and spotted the rest of your group,including Maryse, Becky,and Alexa before the eight of you joined forces in a booth in the corner of the club.
“Alright,who’s buying first round?” Sasha asked, turning to us. You rose your hand then Nikki protested,”No,I’ll do it. I’m designated driver,remember? Your pretty little ass is drinking a little.“
“Nikki, really, it’s fine.” but her stern brown eyes proved she wasn’t kidding, so you sighed and stated,”Alright,fine. But I’m still coming up to the bar with you. “ She rolled her eyes then waved towards the bar and called over the music, ”Alright,c’mon. Let’s go get vodka.” You grinned and followed her over to the bar then waved a red nailed hand at the bartender,grabbing her attention. She nodded in acknowledgement and weaved through the back in between her coworkers before she stopped in front of the two of you.
“Well, hello, cuties. What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, flipping her hair out of her face. You grinned at her and leaned halfway across the bar then asked,”You got a cure for over jealous boyfriends that don’t like it when you were something like this?” You waved a hand down your body to emphasizing your point,causing her laugh then whistle,”That boy is damn lucky to even have you on his arm,sweetheart. But no, the only thing I can think of is great makeup sex.”
You and Nikki shared a laugh then Nikki stated,”That’s a good point, (Y/N). Maybe you should pics and put the caption as, See what you’re missing?” You laughed and commented,”Maybe in a little. But We need a bottle of vodka and six glasses.”
She let out a whistle then laughed,”Shit, this guy has got to have you pretty pissed off if you want six glasses and a full bottle of vodka.Here ya go,girls, have a great night with your friends.” Nikki pulled out her credit card and started to hand it to the bartender but she waved it away then called over the music as she walked away,”On me! Sounds like the cutie there needs a lot of alcohol to deal with her boyfriend.”
You grinned and thanked her before you turned to Nikki and exclaimed excitedly,”We just got a free bottle of vodka! Fuck yeah,girlfriend!” You two raced back to the table and begun to drown your worries of Dean’s anger towards you away.
“Hey,(Y/N)! You gonna send Dean some sexy pics of you with us?” Alexa giggled, wrapping an arm around you. You grinned and grabbed your phone off the table then tugged your neckline down a little before tugging Alexa into your side then captured a picture as the little blonde kissed your cheek and you bit your lip with a wink. You and Alexa had wonderful history in both inside and outside of the ring, you two having a bit of a friends with benefits thing going on for a little before you both agreed you were better off friends.
“Send it ta Dean!” Becky encouraged, her accent thick with the alcohol flowing through her veins. You glanced down and saved it then sent it to Dean with the caption of See how cute I am in this,Deanie? Miss you,baby. Unfortunately, he didn’t respond and it showed his anger through the silence.
Hours and about eleven shots of vodka later, you stepping out of Nikki’s car who whisper-shouted at you,”Go have fun!” You rolled your (y/e/c) eyes then stumbled up the few steps of the apartments entrance before you pulled off your pumps in the elevator and watched as the numbers changed and stopped at six.
You leaned against the hallway walls as you drug your feet towards the door of your shared apartment before you tossed your shoes to the corner and called out softly,”Dean? I’m home.”
“Oh I know you are, darling.” he stated, walking out of the bedroom, wringing his hands around a black tie. You gazed down at it nervously then murmured, ”Hi. Did you get my picture?” He chuckled and replied,”I sure did. It looks like you and Alexa had some fun together. Do you miss her?”
To be honest, you sometimes missed her smaller, lighter touch but you loved Dean and you wouldn’t give up your man for anything. You hung your head and muttered,”Sometimes. But I’d never do anything to hurt you or our relationship,Dean, I swear!”
“I know,kitten,calm down. I figured you miss her sometimes but your cute little self always lands on my bed at the end of the night.” he declared, walking closer. You gulped and stepped backwards as you asked timidly,”What did you think of it?” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the hard planes of his body then gripped a handful of your ass as he purred,”I wanted to pull you over my lap and spank your tight ass while she watches just to show that you’re mine.”
“ I’m sure I can arrange something.” you blurted out, cheeks burning red when his hips jerked forward, brushing where you needed him most,causing you to moan in want. He grinned and replied,”I might have to take you up on that offer,darling. How many shots did you have?”
“Eleven.”you admitted,letting your head fall on his shoulder as he unzipped your dress, letting the front fall away from your chest. He released you to yank the material down your legs then groaned when he realized that you had nothing underneath it. He sunk to his knees and gripped your ass then smacked your left one, causing you to cry out only to moan when his scruff brushed your inner thighs as he dove mouth first into your pussy,groaning when he slurped at your juices.
“Dean!” you moaned, head lolling to the side then tangled your fingers through his hair and yelped again when he spanked your bottom twice more, your hips rocking forward into his mouth. Dean laughed and shook his head, swiping his tongue along your entrance as he did so before he asked,”What do you need,baby?”
“Fingers! Your mouth, your cock, fuck,anything will work,baby, please,Dean.” you begged, eyes locking on his as he continued to eat you out slowly. He grinned against your pussy lips then rose to his feet before he led you to the bedroom, you weak in the knees.
“Look at my pretty girl,all wet for me.” he cooed, giving you a quick kiss before he shrouded you in darkness with a blindfold. You tilted your head up in the last direction that you knew Dean was at then said in a soft tone,“Dean, promise me that you’re not mad at me.“
He let out a small sigh then declared, “I’m not gonna lie, doll. I was a little pissed off when you walked out. But as the night went on, I got used to it. And now, I get to show you who owns you and your pretty little body.” He walked his calloused fingertips down your back then cooed,”Look at you. You’re just waiting for me to fuck you. It’s so fucking hot, doll.”
“Deeeaaan.”you whined,causing him to reach up and twist a nipple roughly and you cried out at the harsh pleasure that jolted through your body. Dean chuckled in your ear and your head fell onto the pillow,nails digging into the sheets as he purred,”I love that you’re so fucking responsive to me. Bet you’re soaked down your thighs.”
“Oh my God.”you gasped, gripping his wrist before you dug it down to your pussy, guiding his fingers to your entrance, him groaning when he felt your juices sliding down his hand. He slipped them into his mouth and made a crude sucking noise, allowing you to know exactly what he was doing.
“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,kitten. I think I need another taste directly from the source.” The bed dipped and his tongue was circling your entrance seconds later then he stuck in a timid fingertip,causing your hips to jerk upwards.
“Please.”you begged, stretching your hand out to tangle in his curls but suddenly, he was in a jackknife position with your arms above your head then he hissed,”I didn’t give you permission to touch me,now did I?”
“N-no.”you whimpered, legs falling apart to welcome his body in between your thighs. He grinded into your cunt and snarled,”Now I’m going to make you pay for being such a bad kitten.”
“W-what are you going to do,Master?” you asked,your hips jerking up to meet his. He laughed and whipped you forward onto your stomach with your wrists still above your head then smacked you once right between your legs across your entrance. You let a small cry before forcing your bottom back towards him.
Dean let out another husky chuckle then purred,”Look at my naughty little kitten just asking for more. Sorry,pet, you don’t get your full punishment just yet. I think I’m going to have your BFF help me with that one. Until then, I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop pounding into you. And after that, I’m going to make you come and come until you’re boneless on the mattress.”
“P-please, I’m begging you. Fuck me, please,Master, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be bad, I’ll be anything you want me to be, I just need your cock. inside of me, fucking me.” you cried, thrashing in his tight hold, knowing that there would be bruises in place of his fingertips where he held you in place.
“Okay. You got it,baby doll.” he cooed before he pulled down his sleep pants then released your hands and flipped you on your back again. Dean sucked your clit into his scorching hot mouth, scraping his canines over your lips as you sobbed at the feeling.
Your hips bucked into his mouth several times, more than likely leaving bruises along his scruffed covered cheeks and jaw as he whispered,”Goddamn,baby doll,you taste like fucking candy. Can I just sit here and eat you out the rest of the night?”
“Tomorrow, I swear.” you gasped, pushing him closer to your entrance. He smiled softly then replied,”I might take you up on that offer,cause goddamn, doll.” You pulled on his hair,causing a growl to bubble low in his sternum, then you cried out,”Dean, for fuck’s sake! Don’t be an asshole.”
He suddenly stopped and you whined at the feeling of him rising to stare at you before he snapped in a low tone,”What did you just call me?”
“An asshole, because that’s what you’re acting like.” you muttered, turning your head downwards. He chuckled coldly then said in an icy tone,”Ya know, maybe I should rethink that whole,Wait until Alexa is here to punish you, thing. Wanna say something else sassy,darlin’?”
“Yeah, Alexa could get me off quicker than you ever could.” you blurted out, the liquid courage starting to resurface. He scoffed and sat up, a leg on either side of your hips, then he scratched at his beard and asked,”Is that so? Maybe I should just leave you here and let you get a hold of Alexa so she can make you come.”
“Fine, maybe I will.”you chirped, lips pursed in a sassy expression. He scoffed and started to to roll off of the bed then went silent for a few moments before he replied,”Okay, you do that.” The door didn’t open or shut, which meant that he hadn’t moved from the room. Either that Dean was just that quiet at leaving.
You started to sit up on the bed and begun to remove your blindfold only for his rough hands to shove you backward.
“Just kidding.”he hissed in your ear as he clamped your wrists in a pair of handcuffs before he hooked them on a swirl of the headboard and pinned your lower body by resting on your thighs, legs pinning them on either side. He spanked your bottom four times, twice on both cheeks,then he growled,”Am I still an asshole,doll?”
“Please,Dean, please fuck me with your long,hard cock. I’m sorry I called you an asshole. I was being greedy and I just really want you to fuck me or finger me, God, I just need you to touch me.” you sobbed, hips grinding into the satin sheets beneath your body. He traced the outline of your ass and smacked it twice more, causing you to cry in pleasure, mixed with pain and frustration.
“Tell me why I had to spank you,then I’ll give you my fingers and mouth,doll.” he whispered softly in your ear,grinding slowly into you. You whined and bucked back against him, only to receive a warning slap to your thigh, then he snapped,”Be a good little girl and tell me why I had to spank you like the naughty girl you’re acting like.”
“Because I called you an asshole!” you yelped, panting as your slick slid down your inner thighs, staining the bed sheets. Dean chuckled in his unmistakably husky voice then stated,”That’s right, darlin’. But you’ve got one thing right,(Y/N). Do you know what that is?”
You really are an asshole , you thought to yourself, instead you replied quietly,”I was being greedy.” He laughed and declared,”Damn straight, beautiful. Now, I believe I promised you a bit of finger and tongue action, didn’t I? Well, I never go back on a promise.”
You sighed softly in relief as he nibbled his way up your inner thighs, slurping harshly at your slick which left marks on his path up to your pussy. Dean groaned at the taste of you then stretched up and unhooked you from the headboard, helping you roll onto your back, before he dropped back down to his knees, sucking your clit through his teeth into his sweet mouth.
“Oh,fuck, please.” you cried out, causing him to laugh against your cunt.
"You’re so cute, kitten. You thought I wasn’t gonna keep you from coming. Its a treat all on its own for me. Now, let’s see how pretty you can beg for me. ”
You thrashed beneath him as he flicked his tongue against your entrance several times at a quick, sloppy pace, pulling the knot in your lower stomach down further, warning you of your looming orgasm so you thought quickly and purred in a somewhat broken voice,” I bet you’re just dying to fuck me senseless, Dean. Please, please give your kitten what she needs. I’ll be so good, so fucking good. I’ll suck your cock, I’ll do anything for God’s sake! Dammit,Dean, please!“
"Anything?” he asked, pushing a finger inside your pussy as he met your (Y/E/C) with his now almost navy blue eyes. You nodded eagerly then begged,”Anything! Please, for God’s sake, Dean.” He chuckled and raked his free hand through his hair then unlocked your cuffs before he grabbed your hand,guiding it down to your entrance where he then ordered,”Finger yourself. Don’t come til I tell you so.”
Immediately,you did as he told you so, and teased a fingertip around your clit while using your other hand to spread your pussy lips apart. He clicked his tongue at you then purred,’”Ya know,pet, teasing yourself isn’t gonna get you nothing but torture. But hell, whatever you want. I’ll just sit here and enjoy the show.”
You shoved two fingers deep inside and his groan joined your moan when he saw what you did before he cooed,”Such a good little pet. You just love putting a show on for your Master,don’t you,kitten?”
“Yes,Master, anything you want. Please…” you trailed off as your thumbnail grazed your clit,causing your hips to jerk upwards and Dean chuckled in return. He ran his finger across the seam of your lips then asked,”I don’t know what you want,kitten, so until you learn to use your words.”
“Please let me come.”you begged, fingers pumping at a pace that Dean was impressed with. But you still couldn’t seem to make yourself come. Damn him, you thought to yourself, knowing that was all because he told you not to come until he said so.
“I don’t think so,doll. Keep going and don’t come,okay?” You groaned in frustration at those words but continued to work your fingers in and out of your entrance. Your chest heaved up and down at a fast pace, your heart racing at your orgasm built closer and closer but then, you felt empty and a hand on your wrist.
“Fuck!” you sobbed, tossing your back down on the bed in frustration and need. He curled into the front of your body and asked in a low voice,”Does my pet want to come?”
“Yes,Master,fuck,I want it,I fucking need to come,please!” you begged, hips circling against the mattress.
He pulled the blindfold off and your vision cleared, Dean coming into sight then informed you of his plan,”Okay, You can come, because I’m going to fuck you with my mouth then I’m going to fuck you so hard with my cock that’ll you won’t want to walk in the morning. But just when you think I’m done, I’m going to make you ride me and I promise,kitten, by the time I get done you won’t want to come anymore tonight.”
“Please.”you whispered softly, hand brushing his scruff covered cheeks. He nodded and promised”I will. Don’t worry,pet.” He kissed down your body tenderly, readying you for what was to come, then he pulled your hand down and guided two fingers back in before he gave gentle licks and sucks to you.
“More,please.” you asked softly, eyes fluttering as you grabbed his gaze. His strawberry blond curls fell into his face as he lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and your thighs clenched against his cheeks then he flashed a devilish look to you before he purred”Get ready to lose your fucking voice, kitten.”
With a few quick lashes of his hot tongue against your clit, he slid it down to your entrance where you were riding your fingers then he slipped it in and you shoved him face first into your pussy with your other hand, causing him to growl at the scent of you.
He pushed in a finger of his own and you cried out at the width stretching you out then you begged,”Harder!” Dean did as you pleaded, palm slapping against your clit as he pumped his finger and tongue deeper and harder into your then he pressed your fingers towards the spot that could make you come in a matter of seconds.
“Tastes so good, my little pet. Come now.” Your hips bucked up, his nose brushing your pubic bone as his scruff burned against the soft skin of your inner thighs before he continued to push you through your orgasm as you screamed his name.
“See,pet? No one can make you come as hard as I can. No one will ever find out how fucking pretty those little sounds are, how fucking good you taste. I only do,right?” Dean snarled low in your ear as he finished kissing and nibbling hickies into your skin all the way up your body.
“No one.”you gasped, crushing your lips to his in a brutal and intense kiss. He chuckled at your desperateness then guided the head of his dick to your slit and brushed it against your clit, eyes locked on yours as your lips parted and your tongue brushed his, breaths mingling. You nipped his bottom then whined,"Fuck me,Master.”
“Okay.” he stated simply before he sunk his cock deep inside of you, the two of you sharing a moan at different volumes. The leather squeaked as it rubbed against both your skin and the sheets and you couldn’t help but feel naughty.
“Dean! Fuck,more.” you panted,legs winding around his waist. He gave a lunatic grin then hitched your ankles on his shoulders and pushed harder and faster into you. You ran your nails up his biceps then arched into him as he snarled low in your ear.
“Look at my cute little kitten, wanting more of her Master’s dick. I bet you’re close,aren’t you,doll?” he asked, sucking more bruises into your neck. Your head bobbed up and down several times, crying out when he bottomed out in you, causing your walls to tighten which pulled a groan from his chest.
“Five…” he panted, circling your clit with his thumb. You tossed your head back and he followed, the two of you sharing a kiss,“Four… Three.”
“Two.” he purred, catching your earlobe with his canines as he pinched your bud and his hips jerked forward several more times at a quicker pace then he snapped,“Come,kitten.”
“Fuck,Dean!” At the sound of your scream, he came with you, breaths mingling and the air hot and somewhat sticky. He lowered your legs down to the mattress then rolled off of your now sore body, only for him to hit the floor. You peeked over the edge of the bed and burst into laughter when you saw that he was pouting up at you.
“You dork.” you sobbed as you wiped the tears from laughing so hard. He rolled his eyes and jerked you on top of him then declared,“You look great just in my jacket,kitten.”
“I love you,Dean.” you declared, kissing his dimples. He cupped your cheeks and replied,“I love you too,(Y/N). I think I’m gonna make you call Lexie after we cuddle for a little.”
“You maniac. You said you were gonna let me ride you.” you stated, shrugging out of his jacket to cool off. He booped you on the nose and corrected,“And I will. I’m a lunatic, kitten, the Lunatic Fringe to be exact,so calm down.”
✧ Pairing: jimin x reader (ft. Jonghyun from Shinee)
✧ Genre: one-shot, neighbor!au, can’t go alone to my ex’s wedding!au, fluff, angst
✧ Length: 15.2k rip me
✧ Warnings: strong language
✧ Summary: It was hard for you to live in the present when all you could do was look back in the past where you were happy with the man that had fallen out of love for you after a significant amount of time together. It seemed almost impossible for you to open your heart again, but somehow, he came into your life. He taught you how to live in today, not yesterday.
A/N: THIS TOOK ME 3 WEEKS TO WRITE, SO I DIDN’T CHECK FOR ANY ERRORS. D:< This is missing a part that I decided wasn’t very important for the one-shot and also bc I was just done and wasted enough time on this but if you all want to read it anyways, just request it and I probably will do it~
By the way, YFN = your full name :)
hi! i’ve camped out for six of the seven twenty one pilots shows i’ve been to (ironically the one I didn’t camp out for was the last one), totaling 160 hours spent camping. for my first time camping i was twentieth in line, and for my most recent one, in new york, i was first. being first in line, it fell to me to organize the entire line for that show, so it was a good opportunity to master the practice of lining up. i’ve camped for shows in wisconsin, ohio, new york, and even for their saturday night live performance. i don’t mean to state this in a boastful way- i’ve gotten a few asks about camping out and figured i would put this experience to good use in making a guide for it. if you want to prepare for an upcoming show, or understand the line at your past show better, give it a read. i incorporated all of my experiences, my friends’ experiences, and things i’ve seen online (through an objective scope) into this guide, because no two shows have been the same, in terms of lining up. for the most part, camping comes down to luck: luck with the venue. it’s explained in detail under the readmore.
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had trouble getting inspired. But, here it is, I hope it’s not too terrible!
- Written by Kat -
When Peter finally stopped, pulling the motorcycle into a parking structure attached to a small apartment building, you were half asleep. Your arms were wound tightly around his waist, your body pressed against his back, loving the warmth that radiated from him. Coming to a space next to the stairwell door, Peter stopped the bike, kicking out the stand, before carefully pulling away from you and climbing off the bike. You groaned at the absence of warmth, the cold night air washing over you. You pulled Peter’s jacket tighter around you, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked around curiously; you had never been in this part of the city. Your father had always told you nothing came from this side of town but trouble.
Working late is no unordinary feat for Kim Namjoon, a regular occurrence that comes in sequences of three throughout each week. Though this is often breached by four or five nights on the occasions when the release date for a new mixtape enroaches like a tsunami, where the build is gradual and there is a brief moment to dwell, but the tidal wave rushing to the shore comes in a blink of an eye and it is catastrophic in its destruction, wholly unavoidable. He and his fellow producers are the genuine victims to this with every new comeback due to a sole, plaguing factor titled procrastination.
Ultimately, the hours that he slumps through the apartment entrance can range from ten in the evening to three in the morning, with no telling of which end of the spectrum the arrival will dwell nearest to, since the creation of art is a timeless process. Nonetheless, no matter where the hands of the clock are poised on the face when he returns home, she is awake, patiently waiting with a drowsy gaze that absolutely needs to ensure he has come back safe. Although he urges that she does not waste precious sleep on him when she has a job of her own to attend the following day, he cannot help the twinge of delight that nudges his heart when he discovers her at eleven-thirty in the evening upon the couch, barely paying attention to a soap opera, or at two-fifteen in the morning amongst the bed sheets with reading glasses perched on her nose, a dog-eared book splayed open with one hand.
For a Saturday, Namjoon is particularly early, mostly due to the pushy hands that shoved him out of the studio with demands of: Go see your girlfriend, dickhead. You’ve been here all week! Exceptionally early, that once he jostles open the lock of the front door and breezes into the living space, it is to find her gaping at him from the dining table where she methodically works at her laptop, glancing between his grinning, dimpled face and the time displayed on the wall clock. The hour hand is still reaching for the nine, situated between that and the eight.
“W-What are you doing here?” She sputters, pushing herself out of the chair and its legs scrape against the hardwood flooring with a short squeal of protest. A tiny smile is inching its way onto her lips as she transgresses the room, towards his open arms, and Namjoon muffles a groan into the top of her hair when she gently collides with him. It is one of muted frustration, of desiring to see this beautiful delight blossom on her features every time that he returns home.
Namjoon sways her in his bind, chastly kissing her hairline. “A certain pair of demons forced me to come back early tonight because I have been neglecting a special little someone this whole week.”
She chuckles against the fabric of his sweater, thick with the scent of his cologne. “You mean Yoongi and Hoseok?”
“Yeah,” he laughs and gingerly pulls away, palms coming up to cup her lightly flushed face that still remains to be wrought with joy, “Those evil bastards.”
“Well, they’re seeming like angels in disguise, for once,” she teases, proceeding to push herself up onto the tips of her toes, hands braced against his chest. “Hey, kiss.”
Not a man to ever oppose her desires, Namjoon effortlessly closes the distance with a scrunch of his nose at how unbearably adorable she can be. Her mouth is warm satin, slipping smoothly against his own and he feels the way that the heat in her cheeks continues to flare beneath his fingertips, most especially when the tip of his tongue graces the tender flesh of her lower lip. When they separate, he cannot help but hold her in position, unmoving as he observes the mirth that shines in the deep colour of her iris, the soft shine that glimmers on the rose of her mouth. She is so beautiful that his chest tightens, lungs taking a sparse second to remember how to breathe again.
“How do you always look so captivating?” He murmurs into the small space between them, and if anything, she burns brighter, a star cupped in his palms.
“I’m literally wearing old sweatpants, my hair is unwashed, hence the scraggly ponytail,” she ticks off the flaws like groceries on a list, tapping her fingers in time on his collarbone, “and I am without make-up, nor a shower since this morning!”
She will chide him for it later, the excruciating cheesiness of his response. Though for now, she basks in it as Namjoon leans down again, dusting kisses over every inch of her features, whispering the words that he means wholeheartedly against her skin.
We’ve Got You Ship: Hoseok | Reader | Yoongi Description: Your friends have a strange request. Warning: Kinda dark, little angsty? Not really, but I’ll put it down as that. It’s more mystery Word Count: 2,172 A/N: DON’T DO THIS
Pairing: CivilWar!Bucky x Pregnant!Reader
Word count: 1998
Warnings: Fluff, Beefy Bucky (not sure if that’s a warning but) and creepy dude.
Smut of you squint while using a magnifying glass.
You and Bucky were out buying plums, he kept his hand on the small of your back as he skimmed through the purple fruits. You were rubbing your 7 month baby bump absentmindedly.
You had begged Bucky to let you come with him this time, needing to get out of the small apartment you guys currently stayed in. You were tired of being cooped up in the stuffy apartment.
Bucky thanked the woman in Romanian and as did you, giving her a smile as she congratulated you on your pregnancy.
Bucky grabbed the bag of plums and grabbed your hand, both of you walked to the sidewalk, well, you more or less waddled with the extra weight of your belly.
You both watched as a firetruck went wailing by with its siren on. You noticed a man across the street staring at you and placed your free hand on your belly, looking away uncomfortably.
“What’s wrong miere?” (Honey) He asked you, worried it was the baby making you feel uncomfortable.
You subtly nodded your head over to the man leaning against the light pole, staring at you and licking his lips.
Bucky noticed the way he was staring at you and immediately glared at the man, growling underneath his breath. His metal arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead; all while keeping his glaring stare on the man.
When the traffic cleared, he pulled you along with him across the street where the strange man was because unfortunately that’s the way your apartment building was.
The moment you were across the street you both started to walk back to the apartment as fast as you could with your pregnancy, Bucky keeping his arm wrapped around your waist the whole time.
You both noticed how the man started to follow you slowly, licking his lips with a shit eating grin on his face.
You gripped Bucky’s hand harder and sped up as the man walked faster. Bucky’s grip tightened and he growled under his breath when he heard you whimper.
“Bucky he’s following us.”
Bucky responded with a snarl and pulled you closer to him, stopping and turning into an alley while pushing you behind him.
The man followed you both in there and immediately Bucky walked up to the guy, his arms flexing and his jaw clenching in anger.
His hands flew to the mans collar, holding him a foot off the ground and pressing him against the alley wall.
“You think it’s ok to fucking follow me and my wife? Huh? If I see you look at her like a fucking piece of meat again I’ll beat your pathetic ass.” Bucky snarled at him threateningly.
He dropped him roughly and said, “Beat it Asshole.” The man ran away and Bucky turned to you, cupping your face gently and bringing his lips to yours.
You kissed back softly and gripped his hands in your own. “It’s ok Doll, He’s gone now.” He whispered reassuringly to you as you parted.
You nodded and he kissed your forehead, placing his hands on your abdomen and rubbing small circles on your baby bump. You grabbed his hand and crossed across the next street, heading towards the apartment.
“I swear your child is going to be the death of me.” You said as you waddled along the sidewalk with your husband.
“Hey it takes two to make a baby sweetheart.” He said smirking, you chuckled, “I know I remember.” You winked. He laughed and you and him rubbed your belly soothingly.
“Come on let’s get home so you can rest.” Bucky said smiling, he was so happy about the baby. The one thing you two made together out of your love. You got to the apartment building entrance and Bucky opened the door for you, “After you my sexy beached whale.” He said jokingly.
You snorted and slapped his chest as you walked in, he walked in after you and you started to walk up the stairs. “Darling are you sure you can do this, I mean I can carry you y'know?” Bucky asked for the hundredth time as you neared the apartment door.
“James I can walk up some stairs, I’m pregnant not disabled.” You said laughing a bit as you opened the door. You walked inside and set down the bag of plums, strutting over to the small bed and sitting down.
You took off your shoes and rubbed your feet, moaning slightly, your ankles were swollen and your feet were aching from the extra weight on your body.
Bucky took his hat and his coat off, leaving him in the red Henley you always told him he looked sexy in. Setting them on the coat rack, he walked over to you and sat down beside you.
He wrapped his arm around your side and kissed your temple, resting his metal hand on your stomach. You smiled and turned your head to give him a kiss.
Your lips met and you giggled as his fingers met a ticklish spot on your side, he immediately parted from you, resting his forehead on yours and smiling deviously.
His fingers grazed the ticklish spot again and you squeaked, gripping his human hand with both of yours.
“Buck!” You scolded laughing as he started to mercilessly tickle your sides. You were laughing and squirming in his arms. He was laughing with you as you fell backwards onto the pillows. He crawled on top of you and continued tickling you, his jean clad legs rested on either side of your thighs and he stopped tickling you.
You were panting and heaving, still giggling a bit. Bucky was looking at you with such adoration and love, you thought you might die of happiness.
He leaned down and captured your lips in an open mouthed kiss, sucking your bottom lip lightly between his own.
Your lips moved in sync as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing into the kiss. He moved from your lips to your jawline and onto your neck.
You tangled your hands in his hair and sighed lightly as he sucked at your neck for a moment before he moved to your collarbone, and then down to your baby bump.
He caressed it with gentle hands and kissed it. He rested his ear on your stomach and gently caressed the sides, trying to listen for movement. You giggled, “Shh.” He said quickly, chuckling a bit himself before he rested his head back on your stomach.
Your hands went into his shoulder length hair, caressing it and playing with it as he kissed and caressed your belly. Your stomach growled and he looked up at you with a fake annoyed look on his face.
You laughed and sat up slowly with his help. You placed your hand on his shoulder and used it to push yourself up. You waddled into the kitchen where your bag of plums was laid and poured them out onto the counter, reaching into the drawer for a small cutting knife.
You started to cut the plums into slices, setting them into a bowl you had set aside. Bucky sat on the bed, watching you scurry around the kitchen, big belly and all, wondering how on earth he had gotten so lucky to have you. Not to mention to be having a child with you.
Bucky had found someone who loved him no doubt, even with knowing his past, and chose to have a child with him, to start a family with him; to treat him as a normal person and start a normal life with him. Even with he little apartment he had, and even with the little money he had. He smiled to him self as you hummed and slightly danced around the small kitchen. He stood up and walked into the kitchen and behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and rest them on your belly.
He rested his head on your shoulder, watching you as you rolled out some crêpe dough.
“Do you need something?” You asked smiling.
He smiled back and kissed your shoulder, “No. Just watching my lovely wife make snacks.” He responded.
You snorted, “Yeah, your lovely, BIG, wife.” You said jokingly as you spread some chocolate syrup on the dough and then placed the plums on the dough in a star shape, placing another piece of dough on top and crimping the edges with a fork.
Bucky started to kiss and nip at your neck while rubbing your sides, making you chuckle and remember, “I seem to remember where this led us last time.” You guided his hands to your bump and he laughed into your neck.
He gave it one last kiss before resting his chin on your shoulder, slowly rocking you both side to side.
You made 4 more crêpes and then took a plum slice and took a bite out of it. You brought it to Bucky’s mouth and he opened, inviting you to feed him.
You chuckle and placed it into his mouth. He started chewing and hummed in content. You shooed him away and placed the crêpes in the oven, setting the timer.
You turned to your husband only to see him holding out a plum slice for you, half in his mouth and half out, beckoning you to eat it. You giggled and the leaned forward, taking the other half in your mouth and biting it off as your lips met. You parted and started chewing, as you swallowed your body jolted slightly and your hands flew to your stomach.
“Miere? What’s wrong?!” Bucky asked in panic, for fear that something was wrong. You smiled at his protective nature but waved him off.
“Nothing, the baby just delivered a hard kick to my bladder and it scared me.”
Bucky’s eyes widened and his hands immediately flew to your stomach, feeling around, waiting for a kick. Which didn’t surprise you.
Ever since you had become pregnant, Bucky had been absolutely enamored with the baby. You giggled as his smiled broadened and his eyes twinkled as the baby kicked underneath his hands.
“Hey munchkin!” He said excitedly, kneeling down to be face to face with your belly.
He peppered kisses all over it and his hands rubbed circles in your stomach, drawing more kicks out of the baby inside. Bucky stood up and kissed you.
“Thank you.” He whispered hiding his face in your neck, his hands still on your belly. “For what?” You asked confused. “For carrying our baby. For marrying me. For staying with me. For loving me.” He said into your neck, leaving a gentle kiss there.
Tears welled up into your eyes and you pulled his head from your neck, bringing his mouth to yours, kissing him with love.
You parted and whispered to him, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He whispered back smiling. “And our baby.” He added chuckling as your baby kicked his hand.
When you went to bed that night, Bucky would not stop touching your belly, waiting for the next kick. You chuckled as his arms wrapped around you, spooning you but his hands still holding your belly. “Honey don’t stay up all night for kicks ok? I don’t need you tired tomorrow.” You joked.
He smiled and kissed your neck, caressing your sides and you belly. “I can’t promise anything.” He responded.
You snorted and held his metal hand in your own, as it was the hand on top of your body. “Goodnight Bucky.” You said tiredly. He kissed the back of your head and whispered, “Goodnight dragă.” His hands rested on your belly and you held one in your own as you both drifted off to sleep.