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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 20

Summary: SMUT and arguing.

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“I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.” - Shannon A. Thompson -

On the way back, Negan continued to curse Rosita for shooting Lucille.
You felt bad for him, Lucille was his pride and joy.

“She has a fuckin’ battle scar, but she’ll be okay.” He had said on the way back, mainly trying to reassure himself.

When you got back, a few workers tried to speak to Negan about trivial things, but he wasn’t having any of it.
The only person he paid any attention to, was you.
He practically drug you out of the truck and back up to his room, but you weren’t sure whether to be scared or excited about it.

After you got to his room, you took off your gear and laid it next to Lucille on the desk.
Negan took his jacket off and threw it onto the coat rack and punched the wall hard, making you jump back a little.
He had a grimace on his face as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry about what happened to her, Negan.” You said in a sincere tone.

He crossed his arms and looked at you, still angry, “It’s cool, darlin’. She’ll be fuckin’ fine.”

He took off his bloody shirt and threw it to the floor and grabbed you by the arm, leading you into the bathroom.

He pushed you up against the cool tile wall and his lips crashed into yours, further smearing the blood around on both your faces.

He pulled back and let out a grunt, “I’d be more pissed about the fuckin’ situation, but the fuckin’ fact is that watching you makes me so goddamn hard.”

He turned the water to the shower on and turned back you, pulling your shirt off with ease and unbuttoned your pants and began kissing and biting at your leg as he continued pulling your pants down.
You moaned softly as you felt his lips against your skin.
He bit into your leg hard as he looked up to meet your eyes.
You threw your head back against the wall as he did.
He chuckled as he ran his hand back up your leg, reaching your panties, he continued running his hand along the outside edge of them until he reached your inner thigh, slipping his hand between your legs and rubbed your wetness from the outside of them.

He smirked, “Jesus, darlin’. I never get fuckin’ tired of feeling how fuckin’ wet you are for me.”

“I don’t get tired of being wet for you.” You cooed back as you looked down to him.

He smirked and slipped your panties to the side and slid a finger into your wet core. you breathed out roughly as you felt him slipping his fingers further inside you.
You groaned and pulled his hair frantically, desperately wanting to feel his tongue on you.

“Easy, babydoll.” He growled seductively as he moved his finger in and out of you.

You lifted up one of your legs to rest it on his shoulder as he continued.
You had a tight grip on his hair as you arched your back against the wall, he was only teasing you now, and it was driving you crazy.

Your moans began to get louder and he finally pulled his fingers out of you, you were soaked now and he lifted him fingers to his mouth to licked them off.

The steam from the shower had made the room hot and cloudy.
Negan reached out to grip onto your hips as he pulled them towards his face, he laid a couple kisses on your thighs and it sent chills throughout your body, mixed with the heat you already felt.

He ripped into your underwear and let them fall to the floor while he ran his tongue along your wet folds.
You sucked in a breath as he did, you could the wetness only continue to grow.

It was getting harder to control yourself now as ran his tongue in circles over your clit.
You started to grind yourself against his face, not wanting to wait anymore.

He stuck two fingers back inside you as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck” You moaned out, dropping your hands to his shoulders to dig your nails in.

He chukcled deeply as he kept going, loving to see what his teasing was doing to you.

“Negan, please.” You begged as you bit into your lip.

He bit at your skin before lifting his head, “Please what, darlin’?”

“You know what.” You groaned back, closing your eyes tightly.

He raised his eyebrows and put your leg down and stood up, “Get on your fuckin’ knees, baby.” He commanded.

You obeyed and quickly knelt down in front of him, not even needing him to tell you anything else.
You ran you hands up his pant legs, he leaned his head back and bit his lip, waiting.
You grabbed onto the large bulge through the pants and you could feel his erection.
You licked your lips as you looked up at him, he gave you back a mischievous smirk.
You slowly unzipped his pants, reaching in to pull out his cock from its confines.

You ran your hand up and down his shaft slowly as you continued to look up at him, teasing him like he had done to you.
He closed his eyes tightly and grunted.
You smiled and ran your tongue around the tip of his cock, he then grabbed a handful of your hair, wrapping it around his hand.

He pulled your head towards his cock and you opened your mouth to allow him the entrance he seeked.
He pushed himself to the back of your throat and it took a lot of control to keep yourself from choking on his size.
You worked your tongue along his shaft and you bobbed your head up and down on him, he thrusted his hips into your mouth slowly, but ocassionally picking up the pace as he fucked your mouth.

He groaned sexily and clenched his teeth as he threw his head back again.
You ran your hands up and down his toned stomach as he continued, you could feel yourself continue to grow even more aroused at the sounds he was making because of you.
He pulled out of your mouth quickly and pulled you up by the hair.

“Let’s take this into the fuckin’ water.” He growled into your ear as he led you into the shower.

He made you face the shower wall and pushed you up against it as the water ran over your back, he pulled your hips back towards him, making you bend over and you could feel his hard cock rubbing up against you.
Without warning, he shoved himself deeply inside of you, you gasped in shock as he did so.

Without letting you adjust, he began to ram into you without mercy and you dug your nails into the wall trying your best to adjust yourself.
It felt amazing, but there was also the pain that came with it.
You gritted your teeth as he continued on without slowing down or stopping.
You could hear the grunts and moans he made each time he went as deep as he could into you.
The water from the shower was running into your face and you could see the water running into the drain had turned a pink color from the blood washing off the both of you.
Negan continued his rough thrusts into you, he grabbed you by the neck, pulling you back to his chest.

“You fuckin’ like that?” He said in a sharp tone.

And you did, you more than liked it. He was giving you the definition of angry sex and you loved it.

“Yes!” You growled back to him.

“Say my fuckin’ name.” He ordered as he continued his animalistic thrusts into you.
He brought a hand down to give you a hard slap on your ass and you could feel the sting as it left his handprint.

You sucked in air sharply as you grinded your backside into him hard, “Negan!”

He let out a loud grunt as he bit down on your neck, you reached back to grab some of his hair that was now wet and hung down in his face.

“Goddamn, keep fuckin’ saying it, baby!” He moaned against your skin.

“Negan.” You moaned out again.

“(Y/N).” He growled back to you.

He brought a hand down to grab ahold of one of your breasts, before letting it trail down your body, until he got to your soaking wet folds to find your clit again.
He ran his middle finger in circles over it and you panted as he did so, you could feel your orgasm coming on strong and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer if he kept up with what he was doing to you.

You bucked your hips violently against his as you made him back up.
You turned around suddenly to meet his gaze with a lustful look in your eyes.
He squinted his eyes, with water dripping off the ends of his wet hair, running onto his face.

“What the fuck, darlin’?” He breathed out, throwing his arms out.

“Get down.” You said firmly.

“Excuse me?” He snapped back as he brushed his hair back, leaning down to meet your eyes.

You took in a breathe, “Get the fuck down. Maybe I wanna be in charge right now.”

His eyes widened and a toothy smile spread across his face at your words.
He leaned back against the wall and slowly slid himself the the floor, waiting for you to take over.
You threw a leg over him as you sat down into his lap, his cock sliding back into you, you closed your eyes and let out a pleasurable sigh as his length slid back inside you.
Negan grabbed you roughly by the hips before looking back up to you as you straddled him.

“If you’re taking charge, darlin’, then you better ride the fuck out of me or I’ll show you how it’s fuckin’ done.” He growled back seductively.

“I plan on it.” You said as you rolled your hips against his.

He bit his lip and let out a grunt as you did so.
You grabbed onto his shoulders to give yourself some leverage as you began to thrust yourself down hard onto his cock.
Negan’s face scrunched itself in a look of bliss as you rode him, you watching him enjoying what you were doing to him was getting you off.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He grunted, he had his hands so tightly on your hips, that you knew they would be bruised tomorrow.

You moaned loudly as he said your name and you continued your own thrusts.
You buried your face into his neck and sucked the soft skin, he grunted louder as he moved his arms forcing you down harder onto his cock, making you let out a yelp at the sudden movement.

“Say it again.” You whimpered into his ear.

“Fuckin’ beg me for it.” He chuckled as he released your hips and moved his hands up to your breasts.

“Please Negan, please say my name, baby.” You begged as you kept rolling your hips against his.

He leaned himself up as he started to nibble at your breasts, grazing across your nipples with his teeth.
You panted as he continued, you could feel your orgasm coming closer and closer.
He was driving you crazy and he knew that he was.
He knew that him saying your name would grant you release and he wasn’t going to give it over to you easily, he was still in control of you, no matter what.

You gave him back a pleading look. He gave you a wicked smile and before you knew it, he had rolled you over and was on top of you, the now freezing water showered down onto the both of you as he held your legs open, thrusting himself roughly back inside you.
You let out a scream at the amount of pleasure you were feeling in that moment.

“Did I tell you to stop fuckin’ beggin’ me, babydoll?” He demanded as he put your legs onto his shoulders.

You bit your lip, “Please.. Please fucking say my name, please!” You cried out to him.

He thrust into you roughly, “Then say my fuckin’ name.”

“Negan!” You screamed.

“Good fuckin’ girl. Now call me daddy.” He smiled down at you, licking his lips.

“Daddy!” You moaned out.

He got even more rough as he rammed himself inside you hard, you were beginning to ache from all of the roughness, but you didn’t care.

“(Y/N), you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.” He grunted to you as he dug his nails into your skin.

You put your legs down and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him to you as you wrapped your legs tightly around him.
You could feel your climax begin to come over you as he pull out and inserted himself back into you.

“Daddy!” You cried out one last time before you felt yourself beginning to cum.

Negan groaned loudly as he felt your walls tighten around his cock and he pulled you down hard onto him once more before you felt him cum.

“Goddamnit, (Y/N).” He growled as he emptied himself inside you.

You both were panting hard now and Negan laid his forehead onto yours as you listened to eachother, both trying to catch your breath.
After a moment, you started to shiver as the heat you felt began to wear off and the freezing water running over you got even colder.
Negan noticing, got up to turn the water off and grabbed onto your arm pulling you up off the shower floor.
You stepped out to grab a towel that was laying on the sink and draped it over yourself.
Negan came up behind you and turned you to face him.

“Darlin’, do you mind telling me what the hell just got into you?” He said with a chuckle as he pulled you to him, grabbing your ass with his hands.

You smirked, “I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to see what it was like to take control of you for once.”

“Well, I can say you didn’t fuckin’ disappoint me, babydoll.” He said, kissing you hard and biting your bottom lip as he pulled his head back.

You gave him a smile as he led you back to the bedroom.
You laid down in his bed and you wrapped your yourself in the red sheets.
He sat down and leaned against the headboard, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
He too, took notice and gazed back at you.

“Spit it out, darlin’.” He said in his deep tone as he eyed you curiously.

You took in a breath as you turned over on your stomach, “You want me to be honest with you, right?”

Negan sort of rolled his eyes, “No shit. You know that I fuckin’ do, (Y/N).”

You nodded and brushed your hair behind your ear as you nervously twirled it around your fingers.

“You better start talking.” He said, clearing his throat.

“Look, it’s not easy to have to deal with other women and it’s not something that I’ll even pretend to be okay with, because I’m not, and maybe it won’t mean shit, but I have to tell you something.” You said calmy as you gave him a seriosuly look.

He laid his head back and sucked his teeth, “Darlin’, if you’re gonna give me some fuckin’ bullshit about wanting me to do away with them.”

“No..” You answered, beginning to get rather annoyed.

“Alright, then what is it?”

You sat up quickly on your knees, “I fucking love you.” You blurted out quickly before you lost the nerve to do it.

He slowly lifted his head back up to meet your eyes again and he gave a smile, “Yeah? I kinda fuckin’ figured that.”

You gave him a confused look, “You know?”

He blinked and nodded, “Mhm, you’re not the first wife to fall in love with me and you won’t be the fuckin’ last.”

You clenched your jaw as you could feel the stab in your emotions.

He reached over to you to touch your arm.

“Darlin’..” He said slowly.

You pulled away from him and gave him a dangerous glare.

“You know, I just needed you to fucking know, Negan. It wasn’t that I was expecting you to drop down on a goddamn knee and say you felt the same, I was hoping that, maybe in some way, you felt something. But totally ignoring my feelings and bringing the others up is what makes me not wanna do this sometimes. You are an asshole.” You said angrily as you got off the bed, grabbing up your clothes that laid scattered on his floor.

“Well, you still fuckin’ like me anyway, don’t you? Just like the rest of them. Besides babydoll, maybe you forgot about you killing other women just to keep them away from me.” He growled back to you.

“Yeah, I fucking did do that. But that wasn’t the only reason, they all did some shit to deserve it, it’s not like I’m you.” You snapped as you slide on your pants, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

You knew you had to leave before you gave him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

He laughed and shook his head, “No, you’ve got that fuckin’ wrong. You’re more like me than you’d ever like to goddamn admit, (Y/N).”

You dropped your head and rested your hands on the bed before you looked back up to him, “Maybe I am. But you know what? Atleast I’m capable of loving someone. And right now, falling for you seems like it was a fucking mistake.”

You stood back up and gathered the rest of your things before heading for the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He said as got up, trying to block you from opening the door.

“I’m going to my room. So, I tell you what, you go get Sherry or ones of the others, and you go fuck them.” You said roughly as you yanked the door open.

“You can goddamn bet on that.” He said sourly and slammed the door behind you.

Time you got out of Negan’s sight the tears came out, you had been holding your emotions back for so long and you wished you hadn’t told him anything, because your fears of him not feeling the same had just been realized.
You threw your stuff down onto the floor and fell back onto your cot roughly.
Your heart was heavy and the rollercoaster that was now your emotions only made things worse.
You wanted to except things for the way that they were and not get hung up on your feelings.
Since the beginning you had never gotten too attached to anyone and when you did, the detachment from them was always easy.
But Negan was different, you had never felt like this for anyone else and it hurt like hell to know he wasn’t the kind of person to grow attached to anyone.
You knew it was stupid to think you’d be the one to change that in him, but you had held out hope that maybe you would be the one.
You laid there and just wished you could erase everything, but that was easier said than done of course.
You closed your eyes and after what seemed like hours, you finally fell asleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.

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A lot longer than I anticipated, but what can I say? I had a hell of a time writing it. And don’t tell my boss but I took my bluetooth keyboard into work and spent my free time editing this on my phone. Shh… So anyway, this fic was requested by @curiositykilledthecompanion. Enjoy, my darlings!

It’s kind of a basic plot, but can you write a Tony x Reader one where he and the reader are flirting during a mission, and she gets hit, and he thinks somethings wrong, but she doesn’t say anything about it until they get back to the tower? Like, she hides it from him and he gets mad because she could’ve died?

“Spring”

Battles were not renowned for the feelings they invoked. Yet this could not really be considered a battle. The fight was too easy. How could anyone expect to stand up against The Avengers?

“Call it in,” said Steve, who was leading the team. All the team members sounded off – Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, even the Hulk gave a resounding cry (not that anyone had thought he was in any way missing or injured).

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“I have a proposition for you, (Y/N).” Jungkook followed you breathlessly down the hall.

“What is it, Jungkook? I have no idea why you’re even following me—don’t you have to get to class?” You held the straps of your backpack as you turned around to speak to the boy.

“I can blow off one day of class,” He smirked, “Especially for this occasion.”

“I’m not even going to class, so do you still have to follow me?” You turned on your heels back.

“Great, then we can talk the whole period.” He walked beside you. “How about we make a bet?”

“What kind, what for, and what’s at stake?” You climbed up the stairs, holding onto the railing on the side.

“Aish..” He said under his breath, but cleared his throat. “Uh, homecoming is coming up.”

“Yeah?” You looked behind you to see him looking up your skirt. Not wanting to embarrass him—more yourself—you went quicker.

“Whoever gets a date first wins,” He shook his head, regaining his focus.

“But what are the stakes?” You got to the top of the stairs, opening the old music room.

“The winner gets to order the loser around for an entire month.”

“Anything?” You threw your backpack on the ground, running your fingers through your hair.

“Anything.” He confirmed, closing the door behind him.

“Why would I make a bet with a greasy boy like you, hm?” You sat on the floor.

“The same reason I would make a bet with a slimy, loser girl such as yourself.” He bopped your head, sending it slightly back.

“What do you plan to prove here? That you’re better looking than me?” You raised your eyebrow, “Because I know the answer to that: I’m the better looking one. If it’s to make me do some crazy thing, just tell me now so I have motivation to win.”

“I don’t know what I want you to do right now, but I’ll figure it out when I win. I always win,” He proudly stated, sitting down as he puffed his chest out like an animal. “I’m good at everything.”

“Mm,” You nod with your lips tucked inside your mouth, “Okay.”

“What?” He gave a halfhearted laugh, “You scared?”

“I don’t even like you, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, scooting towards the window to look out.

“You talk to me, so that must mean you like something about me.” He sat next to you.

You looked out over the rainy dark day. “You can believe what you want,”

“I’m not that bad.” He watched the rain create ripples in the puddles.

//

You glared at the boy who treated the project as if it were nothing, “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asked, propping his feet on the desk.

“No.” You sharply replied, writing on your notebook to gather information.

“Explains why you do so much work,” He snorted.

“Then I assume you have a girlfriend?” You said emotionlessly.

“No.” He looked at your writing, “Haven’t found a girl yet. What’s the rush?”

“There’s no rush to find girls, but there is a rush to finish this project. It’s half of our grade, Jungkook.” You said the last part slowly, as if he were to miss it at normal speed.

“It seems like you have this under control,”

“Even if I do, you’re not taking credit for my work.”

“Oh, come on.” He put his arm around you, “Please?”

“That doesn’t work on me.” You shrugged his arm off.

He stood quiet, and even took his feet off of the desk’s smooth surface. The silence was strange, so you turn around to see what he could possibly be doing now. He was in shock—presumably by how fast you turned his ‘charm’ down. “How about I take you out? You’re really cute,” He had another go, moving his chair closer to yours.

“I don’t date.” You slid your belongings farther away from him, along with yourself.

“Don’t think of it as a date then,” He propped his head up on his hand. “Think of it as friend’s meeting at the café.”

“I don’t go out.” You shot his second attempt down.

“What do you do?” He sounded intrigued, as if it were so odd to not go out.

“Work, do homework, do chores—anything that involves helping in anyway I can to my family or myself.” You continued scribbling away in your notebook.

“How about we have lunch together tomorrow? It’s not going out since we’re in school, and it’ll be centered around the project.”

“How about no?”

“I don’t beg, if that’s what you want.” He threw his feet up again, “Girls come to me—not vise versa. I don’t need to go out with you, anyway.”

“Then why ask?” You murmur to yourself.

“To give you an opportunity,”

His arrogance sparked a flare of dislike inside of you, making you resent him by—not only his appearance—his personality.

//

“Who are you planning on asking?”

“I don’t know.” You thought.

“I don’t even have to worry about who I ask—no girl ever says no to me.”

“Except me.” You felt cunning confidence in stating those two words.

You saw from the corner of your eyes how he tensed at the memory, “You don’t count, (Y/N)-ah.”

“Why not? You asked me out how many times?” You grinned, knowing you caught him. “About ten times—at least. The first day I met you, you told me you weren’t going to beg for me; you chased me. What was that, too? You can have whichever girl you please, then why come back to me? You have the popular girls who practically own the school, and you chase after the girl who prioritizes work.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder, “I guess someone has a soft spot for me.”

“Yah, I don’t.” He crossed his arms.

“Then why are you here? You and I fight everyday, and yet you always come back; not a day of your life is spent away from me. Even the weekends you sought me out,”

“That’s because I have nothing better to do.” He tried covering himself up.

“Nothing else to do?” You scoffed, “Have you not seen those girls who hang on your every word? I’m sure you could find something to do with them,”

“Well, maybe I don’t wanna do anything with them.” He shrugged like a child—quite cute if you may add. “Maybe I would rather spend my time making a girl like me,”

“Is that what this is? What all of everything you’ve even done was? An attempt to make me fall for you?” You turned to him, “Does it excite you or annoy you that there’s only one girl in school who won’t fall in your trap?”

“At first it annoyed me,” He admitted, “Now I’m just interested in you: what kind of guys you like, your personality—what makes you not like me.”

“All you had to do was ask,”

“Okay: Why don’t you like me?”

“You’re an arrogant, greasy, slutty, brat of a little boy who thinks he can get everything he wants because of his looks. Looks die out, Jungkook. Personality is more important for me than anything else, and you proved you’ve got a pretty horrid one for the past year.” You vented everything out.

He looked down while nodding slowly, biting his lip to show understanding of your disliking. “You even think that when I follow you around on our days off?”

“No.” His eyes glisten with hope, “I think you’re a creep then.” And there go the eyes. “You follow me from my house, you stalker.”

“So out of school, I’m a stalker.” He tried to clarify, then you nod after. “I am different out of school, though.”

“You are, I’ll give you that. Although, you playing with children doesn’t interest me as much as you think it does.”

“I play with children because I want to, (Y/N)-ah. It’s not entirely because I want to impress you,”

“So it is an attempt to make me like you?”

“Somewhat.” There was a silence, with the rain’s little taps as the only noise. “Is there anything you like about me?”

“Honestly? Do you really want me to answer that?” You turned to him.

“Yes.”

“How do I know it’s not just to boost your ego?”

“Because I’ll answer honestly the things I like about you,” He stared at you contemplating, “Think about it: is it really an ego boost for me to confess the things like about you? If anything, it’s more of a step backwards.”

You sighed, turning your whole body towards him. “I like your hair,” You shrugged, ruffling his floppy black hair. “Your smile isn’t bad, you’re tall, you’re calmer about the whole 'every girl wants me’ characteristic outside of school.”

“That’s all?”

“Did you want more?”

“Anything is really good for me,” He smiled. “I like that you give me a challenge, you’re focused on what you want, the way your hair looks everyday, your smile, your eyes, your skin-”

“I have a feeling you’re going to list everything.” You cut him off.

“You’re right.” He played with his pant leg, “Not to mention the glow you radiate..”

“Stop messing around, Jungkook.” You pushed him back roughly.

“I’m not..” He smiled sheepishly, “Good luck finding a date, (Y/N)-ah.” He stood up, smoothing some of your hair back. With that, he left the room with his bag.

Was he telling the truth?

//

You walked towards the doors of school, then Jungkook leaning on a locker with a girl caught your eye. Aish, the bet already started?! Why didn’t he say?! You turned back, pushing against the crowd coming towards you. “(Y/N)!” A voice was surprised as you bumped into a chest. “The day’s over, silly.” Tae smiled his rectangular smile.

“I need your help, Tae.” You held onto his shoulders as he lifted you up, walking in the direction you were going against.

“With?” He set you down.

“Jungkook made this weird bet with me,” You fixed your skirt, “Whoever finds a date for homecoming first gets the order the loser around for a month.”

“What’s wrong with that kid?” He rubbed his temple, “Are you asking me?” He asked girlishly.

“Yes, Tae.” You breathed.

“Well you have to put more effort into it!” He giggled, “Take me out first.”

“Tae!” You whined loudly, “I don’t have that kind of time, I already saw him flirting with some girl.”

“He works quickly,” He frowned, “I’ll go.”

“Really?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you could go with another girl, instead of me who just needs you for a bet.” You explained.

He shrugged, “It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Thank you!” You almost tackled him into a hug.

“Don’t be so happy, (Y/N).” Jungkook sang walking by, “I saw that, and I already have a date—you lost.”

“Aw.” Tae pouted, holding onto you. “She’s cute, Jungkook. Can I still take her?”

Jungkook tensed a little, “Sure, hyung.”

“Alright!” He cheered, “You’re gonna be the cutest girl there!” He hugged you tightly, “I’ll take you to eat and everything!”

“Yah, you don’t have to agree (Y/N).” Jungkook said, “You don’t even have to go if you don’t want—I know how you don’t date or go out.”

“Why not?” You smiled, feeling Tae peck your cheek repeatedly.

His face softened, before reverting back to the 'bad boy’ stern one. “See you there.”

//Homecoming//

“You really look beautiful,” Tae said, looking you up and down.

“You’ve said that about one hundred times now,” You blushed.

“Let’s go dance.” He held his hand out to you. Reluctantly, you grabbed it. Just as you were about to dance to the current song, a slow one began to play. “Just our luck, huh?” He smiled sweetly. You wrapped your arms behind his neck, his hands on your waist, and your bodies close. You danced, and Tae began talking about something about lions. You couldn’t focus, as he was spewing facts about them left and right. Your eyes wandered around the room, falling on Jungkook sitting alone at a table. His eyes were fixated on how your bodies swayed together, perfectly timed with the music. “Isn’t that funny, (Y/N)?” Tae’s voice came through.

“What?” You tore your gaze away from his, “Oh, yeah.” You laughed nervously.

“You have really pretty eyes..” He said slowly, looking into them.

“Thank you.” You looked back into his. You looked down, feeling a bit shy. His hand immediately made its way to your chin, bringing your head back up to his. He slowly fluttered his eyes closed and leaned in. Tae’s lips were against yours—full and plump. As you broke away, you looked back to where Jungkook was. He was gone, but you turned to the door in the nick of time to see him leaving.

“Should I take you home?” Tae asked, seeing the volunteers beginning to clean up.

“I think.” Your arms left his shoulders.

“I had fun,” He smiled, putting his arm around you as you walked out.

//Next Day//

“Sharpen my pencil, (Y/N).” Jungkook threw his pencil at you.

“Why are you being like this? This is even too far for you,” You snapped. The entire day he’s been acting ruder than usual to you, and since you lost the bet you now have to do everything he says.

“Don’t ask questions: just go.” He did a shooing motion with his hand.

“No.” You slammed the pencil down in front of him.

“Did I not explain what happens if you don’t do what I say?” He sat up.

“No.” You turned around.

“You run around naked in the halls.” He smiled confidently.

“Jungkook!” You shouted, causing people to turn around in your class. “I can’t do that-”

“You’ll have to or else I’ll make you.” You snagged a piece of your top, tugging on it not caring if the buttons popped.

“What’s wrong with you?” You shoved him away.

“A bet is a bet, (Y/N).”

“I know, but you’re acting so different.” You fixed your top.

He bit his lip as he saw the despair in your eyes. “I’m sorry..” He tried grabbing your arm.

“Stop.” You snatched it away.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He scooted closer to you, “I’m just upset.”

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested.”

“Go out to get some drinks with me—it’s an order now.”

“Ha,” You shook your head, “You treat me worse than a slave, try to rip my top off, and now you want me to out on a date with you?”

“(Y/N),” He grabbed your hand lightly, “Will you go out on a date with me after school?”

A few girls turned around, hearing the words just uttered by the bad boy: a question more than a command of a date. “Jungkook,” You took your hand back, “You’re making people stare.”

“I can make it worse if you don’t say yes,” He stood up, “I—Jeon Jungkook—am begging (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N) to go out with me! That’s right: I’m begging!” He proclaimed loudly.

“Jungkook!” You tugged his sleeve down for him to sit. Thankfully, no one was paying attention since the room was loud enough as it is.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, plopping down in his chair.

“Yes, just never do that again!” You slapped his arm.

He couldn’t contain the smile of his lips, “Meet me at the café after school.”

“Why don’t you just come to my house and walk me?”

“Good idea.” He nodded, “I’ll be there.”

//At Café//

“Do you like Tae?”

“What?” You nearly choked on your hot chocolate.

“You went to homecoming with him—he knew it was a bet—but you still went. You told me you didn’t like going out, and it wasn’t a lie. Why go with him?”

“I just figured since I asked him and he was being so sweet, I would.”

“Well, would you have gone with me?” He looked at you with his big puppy like eyes.

“I’m not sure.” You licked your lips, “Maybe if you were sweet.”

“Am I not?” He smiled, sipping his drink. “I promise I will.”

You giggled at the mustache it left on him, “Why are you being so nice? Is it for earlier?”

“Not exactly..” He wiped his mouth, “I really like you, (Y/N).”

“I know that.” You laughed.

“But I really do,” He sat closer from across the table, “I want to be your boyfriend—not fight. I got jealous last night with you and Tae. I wished I would’ve been dancing with you instead, and I wish it was me who would’ve kissed you. My date stood me up, then when I saw her hanging out with that popular guy I just couldn’t help but feel a little upset. Then I saw you and Tae having a great time and I got even more upset—and sad. I just want you to be mine..”

“I like you too..” You murmured to yourself.

“Really? After all I’ve done? I guess I did get to you then,” He smiled. “So what do you say? Would you like to be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?”

“Okay.” You nodded, feeling a smile creep up on you.

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Benny Siegel

“We’ll fucking bury you! Your whole fucking family!”