“Can we read this one?” Max asks, thrusting the book into Alec’s grip.
“Oh, well.” Alec’s hesitancy is evident in his voice, no matter how he tries to hold it back. “Are you sure you don’t want Hansel and Gretel?”
Max shakes his head.
“What about the Princess and the Pea?”
This only earns him a silent glare.
“Or Beauty and the Beast? I know that’s your favourite.”
Max pouts in an obvious sulk and Alec can sense the beginning of a headache just behind his eyes.
“Why won’t you ever read me this one?” There’s a shimmer of tears in his eyes now. “Everyone else gets to hear it. James says it’s the best one.”
Alec should have known. Max and James had become fast friends over the past few weeks and whatever James does Max will copy, whatever James likes Max now likes too. Sighing he settles down onto the bed beside Max, resting the book on the sheets between them.
“Once upon a time there were hunters blessed by angels that protected the world from monsters.” Alec begins.
Max is terrible listener, but for Alec it’s the best part of telling him a story. He’s always been this way, constantly interrupting and asking questions.
“Like Dad?” He asks when Alec introduces a warlock.
“Why doesn’t he marry the Warlock?” He demands when Alec tells him the Hunter has proposed to the new leader.
“This story is dumb.” He complains, arms crossed in frustration, when Alec begins to describe the wedding ceremony.
“What happened to them?” Max queries, as Alec finishes the last page.
“They lived happily ever after.” A voice from the doorway has both their heads turning, and there stands Magnus, leaning against the doorjamb a wistful look on his face.
“Forever?” Max yawns as Alec shifts off the bed to tuck him.
“Forever and ever.” Alec whispers, smoothing the hair from his forehead and placing a kiss there, he’s asleep before Alec finishes the words.
He walks over to Magnus, into the arm that’s outstretched and waiting for him. With one final glance back at Max he switches the light off.
“That’s my favourite fairy tale.” Magnus tells him.
Lorna shook her head watching you pout about your genetics and the way you were born. It was a shame but it wasn’t the first time she’s seen a mutant act this way. It was because of those damn humans, they were flooding mutants minds with self hatred and that’s not how it should be.
”You want to know what your problem is?” Lorna asked casually. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way she was looking at you, as if you were some naive child who needed an eye opener but whatever, you’d play her little game.
”Oh do tell”.
”You’ve let the humans brain wash you so much to the point where you can’t even see the beauty in the gift you’ve been given. You shouldn’t hate your abilities [Y/N], you shouldn’t be wishing you were born different. You should be embracing your powers”.
”In the world we live in its kind of hard to have that ideology” You grumbled in reply “how exactly am I suddenly suppose to start feeling that way?”.
“That’s easy. You let me teach you”.
jin: jin softly shut the door behind him as he walked into the quiet house. “babe?” you were sat at a desk, headphones in your ears. jin quietly peaked over your shoulder and tried to take a glance at what you were looking at. ‘한국어’ the title of the worksheet read, which made jin’s eyes widen. leaning forward, jin placed a soft kiss on the exposed skin of your neck as he pointed to the correct answer. “i can’t believe your learning korean,” jin said. you shyly shrugged your shoulders, “i want to learn it. for you.”
yoongi: “is that korean?” the sound of yoongi’s voice behind you made you jump in your chair as your frantically tried to cover your work. yoongi laughed at your flustered expression, “baby don’t be shy,” he smirked, “i think it’s cute that you’re learning korean, now you’ll understand my dirty talk.” yoongi’s mouth came close to your ear as he whispered, “세게.” your face turned red at his words, “yoongi!” he let out a chuckle, “that’s what you’ll be saying later.”
hoseok: hoseok had been cleaning the room when he came across a stack of papers haphazardly thrown on your desk. humming lightly, he flipped over the papers only to be met with big letter that read ‘korean alphabet’. hoseok’s eyes skidded over the paper as you, unknowingly to him, walked in the room. “hobi!” you yelled as you saw him looking at your paper, “don’t read those!” hoseok smiled sheepishly, “too late!” “it was supposed to be a gift!” you frowned. “you’re already a gift babe.”
namjoon: namjoon smiled brightly as he heard your voice through the closed door, “an… annyeo…” your pronunciation was terrible, but in no way was he going to tell you that. “annyeonghaseyo,” namjoon said with a smirk as he walked into the room. “hey!” you shouted as you pouted, crossing your arms, “i’m really trying here.” namjoon chuckled, “i know baby, you’re so cute.” a flush took over your face and neck as namjoon sat down next to you, helping you with your pronunciations.
jimin: “jiminnnnnnn,” you complained as you reached another hard problem on your korean worksheet. “yes babe?” jimin tried not to smile as you got increasingly more and more frustrated with the language. “why is korean so difficult.” jimin chuckled, “well i-.” you cut him off, “yes jimin, we know english is a dumb language that makes no sense but i just can’t figure this out!” jimin placed a light kiss on your cheek, “it’s okay babe, here, let me help.”
taehyung: “you have to start with writing the important things,” taehyung said as he took the pen from your hand writing ‘김태형’. you rolled your eyes, “your name isn’t on my list of need to know words, tae.” taehyung fake gasped, placing his hand over his heart. “i beg to differ,” he huffed, “but hey at least you can read it!” you laughed, “of course i know how to write your name taehyung, it was the first thing i learned.” “see i am important!”
jungkook: “why the hell is your name so hard to write,” was the first thing you said when jungkook walked through the door after practice. “well hello to you too,” jungkook chuckled at the frustrated look on your face, “here let me see.” you passed your paper shyly to jungkook who laughed at your awful writing. “don’t laugh!” jungkook took the pencil from your hand before writing down his name ‘전정국’. “fuck off you fluent piece of shit.”
In littlespace, your little will do some very strange things to show their emotions. Flopping, is one of the strangest. Flopping is the act of falling or collapsing face first into the floor, bed, etc. It can mean a variety of things when you catch your little flopping.
If flopping occurs during or after a fight, or when your little has been told “no”, it is the infamous silent tantrum. Your little is pouting and refuses to look at you until you’ve made it up to them. More than likely, your little will not move until you say sorry and give them a cookie.
If the flop occurs while you’re busy, your little wants attention. Badly. Normally, flopping in this case will mean that you ignored, or didn’t notice their previous attempts to get your attention. The flop is the final attempt before crying. It is your last warning before all hell breaks loose.
If flopping occurs seemingly at random, or after a long day of adult stuff, the world is crashing down on your little’s shoulders. Your little is at their limit and needs care desperately. This is when you need to be the best you can for them. Make them some macaroni and give them a long warm bath. Make sure you have them drink lots of water or gatorade, and get them to sleep.
Flops are easily cured, and actually adorable. I hope this helps any new caregivers!
A/N: And here it is! Finally, part two of Ignored Warnings. This is the final part and I won’t be adding more. :) As always, it’s full of filth and nothing but. I hope you enjoy~
“Have we learned our lesson?” Slowly, you opened your eyes to look up at him. His thumb was still deep in your mouth, fucking slowly in and out as you wrapped your tongue and lips around him. You pulled back slowly, dragging your teeth against the digit lightly till he was free, letting him pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger again while he waited for you to answer.
“What lesson would that be… oppa?”
Silence fell upon the two of you at your question, the sheer cheekiness of it making Jungkook pause to figure out if you were truly wanting to go down the path that was laid before you.
“Wanna try that one more time?”
“I don’t think I stuttered, Sir…”
Any further words were cut off as Jungkook was suddenly moving, ripping his headphone set from his ears to slam down roughly on his keyboard, pushing himself out of his chair as he grabbed you firmly by the neck to pull you to your feet. Your hands flew up to grab his wrist, breath once again being choked out of you by the grip he had around your throat. You winced at the pressure, lifting your gaze up to meet his. Head tilted back, he watched you through half-lidded eyes as you tried to swallow, his lips slowly lifting into an amused smirk. His treatment of you was rough, but fuck did you love it. Your whine was delicious, at once both a plea for breath and for him to use your body. He pulled you closer to him, leaning down till your noses touched and he could look you straight in the eyes as he laid a feathery soft kiss on your lips.
“I see you’ve chosen the difficult route tonight, sweetheart. That’s fine with me. You’ll need to be sure to call in to work tomorrow, though.”
You were given all of two seconds before he had released his grip on you, instead slipping his hands under your arms and into your armpits to toss you back onto the bed, quickly reaching out for your waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees once you had finished bouncing from the force of his throw. He pushed your head down into the mattress, leaving your ass sticking up and into the air. You’d worn simple leggings tonight and he took full advantage of that, pulling them down your ass and over your thighs, taking your underwear with it.
“You asked for this. Safe word?” he asked, nodding once as you whispered out “Catfish” before you felt the first slap on your cheeks, the sting of his hit immediately blossoming over your skin as your nerves cried out. He pulled his hand back to smack you again and again, alternating his hits on either cheek, the slaps ringing out loudly in his room. Your moans were louder though, muffled as they were into the bed with his hand still keeping you pushed down. He rubbed the hand that had been smacking you onto your red skin, fingers gripping the flesh tightly to give it a considering shake before he let it go, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs.
“Fuck, your skin is so pretty when it’s all covered in red.”
“Yes, Sir,” you moaned in agreement, fingers digging into the fabric of his comforter as Jungkook continued to soothe your smarting skin.
“Is that why you decided to be a disobedient little slut tonight?” He emphasized his question with a new set of smacks, the force of them bringing tears to your eyes as you gasped with each hit.
“No? Then why did you decide to keep going?”
“Because…” you trailed off, losing your train of thought as he purposefully ran the tips of his fingers over your skin till they were ever so slightly tracing the wet slick of your folds. Your failure to respond had him tsking, landing a heavy slap on your pussy lips.
“Pay attention, sweetheart, or I’ll be making this worse than it’s already become due to your fucking around.” You pouted into the comforter, nodding your understanding. “Start over.”
“Yes, Sir.” You inhaled deeply, moaning softly when he returned to his teasing of your lips.
“Tell Sir why you’re being a disobedient slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” you said, adopting a more meek tone. He approved of your submission, fingers dipping down to slide through your folds along your slit. “I’ve been a disobedient slut because I was bored.”
“Hmm, I already knew that. That’s why I gave your mouth something to do, no?”
“Yes, Sir, but I knew that you’d go right back to your game if I didn’t keep disobeying you.”
“Are you that needy, sweetheart?” He sounded disappointed and it left you feeling an odd mix of shame and annoyance. The annoyance won though, making you squirm from under his controlling hand to glare at him as best you could.
“You were gone for weeks! And then when you come home, you don’t even pay attention to me! All I wanted–” Jungkook silenced your complaining with a sharp pinch to your inner thigh, making you gasp and whine at the pain.
“You’re quite the mouthy little bitch tonight, aren’t you?” Your pout returned in full force, your eyes telling Jungkook quite loudly how displeased you were even though you kept silent. He couldn’t quite help the chuckle that left him at your expression, choosing to answer your accusations by slipping a finger inside of you, making you squirm at the sudden intrusion. “I am sorry, sweetheart, that I had to be gone so long, but is that any excuse to act like a child?” Your senses were all tuned towards his finger that was slowly sinking into you, his hand rocking in and out of your hole in a steady rhythm. Your lack of immediate response had him sliding his fingers through your hair to grip it harshly, giving it a rough shake as he pulled his finger from you to swat your cunt again, pulling a loud yelp from you at the arousing pain. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”
“It’s not okay for me to act like a child, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, nodding his approval that you spotted from the corner of your eye as he pushed your head back down into the bed. His fingers returned to your pussy, this time sliding two of them into your dripping center, making you moan in contentment at feeling a bit more full. You desperately wanted more, but you knew the wait was going to be the best part of your night. Your ass wiggled subconsciously, trying to push back onto his fingers that he was keeping still inside of you.
“Sweetheart,” he warned, shoving his hand into you hard enough to make you gasp, “Are you really trying to cum? Don’t you think you deserve to be punished for your misbehavior?” You opened your eyes to look at him as best you could, vision slightly obscured his veiny forearm that was keeping your head still against the bed. He was looking at your ass and pussy, watching how your juices dribbled out of your lips and onto his fingers from where he was still thrusting them into you. Your silence had him flicking his gaze over to you, meeting your slightly glazed eyes with a quirked brow and an impatient look.
“I thought…,” you began, voice muffled into the covers and breathy as he purposefully curled his fingers inside of you, the pads of them rubbing teasingly against your G-spot. You took a deep breath, eyes rolling as pleasure shot through you when he pressed harder against the nerves. “I thought I was already being punished, Sir?”
He chuckled at you, pulling his hand loose from your pussy to push your thighs apart further, opening you completely. He wasted no time as he sunk his fingers back into your dripping hole, this time using three as they slipped in to the knuckle with absolutely zero resistance from how wet you had become. He kept them still for a few seconds, relishing how you gasped and coughed at the increased intrusion, a broken moan leaving you as your back unconsciously arched, pushing your ass against his hand to try to get his fingers deeper again. He began to scissor his fingers, enjoying the wall your walls clenched tightly around him, body already quivering under the pleasure you were feeling. Slowly, he began to thrust the digits into you, withdrawing them only enough for you to feel the impact of them entering you each time. It was just enough to drive you crazy, his fingers just lightly brushing over your spot with each thrust. You were quickly losing yourself, hips beginning to rock back into his hand again, your moans spilling out of you faster than you could try to keep them quiet.
“Oh no,” Jungkook said, pulling you back to reality, as he gave a particularly rough thrust of his hand, strong enough to push your body up the bed a few inches. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.” He didn’t elaborate further, instead choosing to slip a fourth finger into your sopping cunt, the thrusting motions of his hand sounding lewdly wet in your ears. He focused his attention on your body, keeping track of how your walls began to contract around his fingers more tightly and more often, your climax steadily approaching even without any attention to your clit. He decided to tease you further, swiping his thumb over your engorged clit, making you whine loudly. He kept up the occasional swipes, your whimpers and whines getting louder with each swipe till you were practically crying, the edge so dangerously near but out of your reach at his hands.
“I need to cum!” He chuckled down at you, pressing his thumb harshly onto your clit and holding it there, making you gasp before you tried to buck your hips into the pressure. He pulled back quickly, removing his touch from you while his fingers kept pumping into you. Your moan of frustration was loud but did nothing to make him give you pity.
“You want to cum, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir!” you cried, nodding under the hand that had been keeping you pinned the whole time. He hummed consideringly, making you tense up as you waited for his decision. You felt only disappointment, however, as he gave a firm “no” before he was pressing against your clit again, the pressure driving you crazy.
“You don’t get to cum till I say. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” You pouted but agreed to listen to your Sir’s orders, pulling all your thoughts away from the thumb that was rubbing rough circles into your clit, trying to focus on anything else other than the pleasure that was making your body sing and crawl ever closer to release. You fought against the need of your body, fingers digging into the bed as you began to shake, nerves twitching. There was silence between the two of you, broken only by your gasped moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy being worked by his fingers as you continued to fight off your climax, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle. Jungkook could feel you getting tighter around him and he sped up his hand in response, pressing his thumb more insistently into your clit as he rubbed tight circles over it.
“Don’t you cum yet, sweetheart. I can feel you getting closer.”
“I’m trying!” you cried, tears beginning to leak down your cheeks, your emotions and body at war.
“I’ll be so disappointed if you cum….” Jungkook’s tone was bordering on sad, and although you knew he was putting it on just to push you more, you felt a new resolve fill you, forcefully shoving your high back down, feeling the tendrils of pleasure lessen slightly. Your determination was admirable, but Jungkook had other plans and they depended on you failing.
With the hand that held a tight grip on your hair, he finally released the pressure keeping you pinned to the mattress, instead pulling on the locks roughly, bringing you to quickly plant your hands under you to keep your weight up. He kept his hold on you tight, like a pair of reins, to keep you still for him as he leaned towards you. Your eyes were shut as you panted hard, your bottom lip being worried harshly between your teeth as you continued to deny your body the release it was begging for. He watched you for a few moments, enjoying the way sweat had formed on your skin, mixing with the tears that were running down your cheeks in steady streams now. He leaned in closer, licking a wide line up the side of your cheek, catching your sweat and tears on his tongue before he began to pepper your cheek with wet kisses. You gasped, eyes flying open to look at him out of your peripheral, seeing the cheeky grin he was sporting. He didn’t give you time to protest, maneuvering around the arm that was keeping you still to bite hard onto your shoulder before he nipped his way up to your ear, pulling the lobe between his ears, hot and heavy breaths hitting your skin and making you shiver.
“Sir!” you moaned, trying to pull your head away from his lips, but the grip on your hair tightened, shaking you once roughly to remind you to be still. “But, Sir! I’ll cum if you do that!”
“So, don’t cum.” Such a simple thing, really, and Jungkook delivered it to you as such, muffled against your skin as he busied himself with marking it in conjunction with the hand that was still thrusting into your throbbing core. The added sensations were too much. You shook your head, whining pitifully as you tried to stop your orgasm. And then his thrusts into your pussy were suddenly coming too fast and he whipped your head towards him so he could latch his mouth onto yours, his tongue fucking your mouth as the band inside you gave up, your climax hitting you like a tidal wave. You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, as your body shook under the force of your orgasm, limbs twitching erratically. He didn’t let up, keeping you pressed against his lips as his hand continued to rub your now over-sensitive clit, ignoring your muffled pleas for him to stop. Your tears began afresh, your body too sensitive to handle his continued ministrations, and you latched onto his arm, nails digging into his skin to make him stop. He ignored the pain on his arm, choosing to instead grab you by the throat to pull you back for him to watch you, his fingers still thrusting wildly into you, your clit being continuously rubbed by his palm.
Your tears had turned to sobs as your body twitched and shook under the ministrations of his fingers, your mouth hung open as your eyes began to roll from the sensitivity and lack of airflow from his hand on your neck. Finally, finally, he stopped the hand that was thrusting into your swollen pussy and pulled away from you, letting his grip on you go so you could collapse to the bed, hard sobs leaving you in panting gasps.
“Hmm. You came, sweetheart. Even though I told you not to.” He slowly extracted his hand from your still twitching core, holding his hand up so he could see how utterly drenched and covered it had become in your juices. Your legs shook once before they slowly slid down, leaving you lying flat on your stomach, head turned towards Jungkook so you could see him inspecting his hand. He looked away from it with a sigh, looking down at you with a frown. “You’ve disappointed me.” You could only nod, a soundless ‘sorry’ on your lips as you continued to try to get your breath back, the inhales shaky from the sobs still leaving you. Wordlessly, he brought his messy hand down to your level, his order unspoken yet crystal clear. You opened your mouth wide, pulling the four of his fingers into your mouth as best you could, tongue wrapping around them to suck your juices off of the digits.
“I’m going to have to punish you more now. You’re practically begging for me to ruin you tonight.” You nodded, keeping your lips wrapped tightly around his fingers as you kept your eyes locked on him. You were prepared for the slap that landed on your ass the next second, taking care not to bite down on the fingers in your mouth as your body jumped at the new pain. He continued swatting your ass, no less intense from having to use his opposite hand and making you groan with each slap. You could feel yourself getting ready again, so ready for him to finally just fuck you, but when your Sir wanted to waste time, he was extremely good at it.
Besides, he was absolutely right. You needed to be ruined by him now.
He pulled his hand free from your mouth and moved away, moving to the other side of the bed so he could grab two handfuls of your leggings and underwear, roughly pulling them down the rest of your legs and over to the side. He delivered another slap to your ass, using both hands to smack your skin before he grabbed both cheeks firmly, fingers digging in as he pulled them apart to look at pussy and asshole. He grinned at how red and inflamed the skin was, shaking the flesh in his hands to enjoy how your ass jiggled in his grip. He gave another slap before his hands were on your legs, flipping them over and using the momentum to help twist your upper body, too. When you were on your back he tugged on your shirt.
You moved quickly but shakily, pushing yourself up onto to your ass, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You paused at the lacy bra you’d worn, looking up at Jungkook for direction. He was stood at the bed, hand slowly palming himself through his sweats as he waited for you. At your silent question he cocked his head, looking over your body from head to toe before he motioned for you to take the bra off, too. As soon as you’d unhooked the underwear and tossed it to the side, he was moving, pushing you back down onto the bed.
“Hands under your bottom. Now.” You slid your hands close to your body, lifting your ass enough to slide your hands directly under it, palms up so that you were holding your own stinging cheeks as you let your weight fall back down. When you’d settled into a pleasing position, Jungkook moved, pulling off his sweats and the undershirt he’d been wearing with it, getting onto the bed, swinging his leg over you to straddle your chest. You couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips at the sight of his freshly engorged cock, seeing a bead of precum beginning to form at the slit on his head. You flicked your eyes up to his face, sniffing through your slowing tears as you waited to know what to do next.
“Open that whore mouth of yours, sweetheart.” You spread wide your mouth eagerly, opening your lips as far as you could as you kept your eyes locked on his. Your Sir loved to simply watch you when he had you in such a position, enjoying the way saliva would pool in your mouth but like a good girl, you refused to swallow, letting the drool escape to run down your face. It made for an easier time in taking him deep into your throat as well, an added bonus that you saw and experienced the benefit of many times before. Your throat was already raw from him fucking it earlier, but you were practically vibrating at the chance to have him on your tongue again.
This time was no different, Jungkook taking his time to drink in the sight of you lying so submissively under him, mouth literally drooling for his cock. As the spit began to pool, he dipped his fingers into your mouth, letting them rest on your tongue. He pressed down on your tongue once before he pushed them deeper and down into your throat, making you gag once around them as he triggered the reflex. He repeated the motion, beginning to thrust his digits in and out of your mouth in imitation of what was to come again.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth again, sweetheart. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me. Understood?” He waited for you to nod before he pulled his fingers from your mouth, wrapping them around his dick to get it wet. He wiped the excess off on your cheek, dipping a thumb back into your mouth quickly to get more to rub into the skin. “Such a pretty sight,” he sighed happily, giving your wet cheek several firm pats before grabbing his dick in his hand to line it up with your mouth, pushing his hips forward.
His dick was immediately heavy on your tongue, the taste of him lighting up your senses as you couldn’t help but groan when he gave you no time to get used to his girth, pushing deep into your already sore throat. Your muscles contracted around him, choked gags escaping you as his dick triggered your gagging reflex again. He held himself there, watching as you pushed yourself into a state of calm, breath held as he blocked your airways. He gently ran a hand over your hair, praising you silently for being such a good cock slut for him. He leaned forward, holding himself as he positioned his knees better around your shoulders as he began to rock his hips down, starting slowly before picking up his speed.
You could do nothing but lay there, your mouth and throat full of your Sir’s dick as he thrust into you. Your breath was inaccessible under his command, your eyes watering with fresh tears at the pain in your throat and the constriction of your chest. His eyes were locked on your face, watching as his dick disappeared down your obedient throat over and over again, the sweat beginning to form on his own skin from the exertion. You kept your eyes on him as best you could, wincing and moaning, but trying so desperately to please him. You felt you were doing a pretty good job of it, too, as his moans began to increase with each thrust, his eyes beginning to slip shut as he lost himself to the sensation of your throat clenching around him.
Breath soon became too big of an issue though, your eyes beginning to roll as you disobeyed his orders to reach a hand up to dig into the muscle of his ass. His eyes snapped open at the sharp pain of your nails, his hips immediately stilling before he pulled back completely, his dick leaving your gaping mouth with a thick trail of saliva still connected to it. Your breaths returned, choked and heaving as you coughed and tried to suck in as much as possible. Jungkook’s own breaths were heavier, his eyes heavily lidded with this lust as he both made sure you were okay and enjoyed the way you were an absolute mess from his fucking your mouth.
He scooted back to allow your head room to move, gently running the tips of his fingers over your spit-wet cheeks before he was patting you roughly. He smiled down at you as he did, making you smile back in return, even as the sharp, little swats to your cheeks had your eyes wincing shut. He leaned down, curving his back so he could rest his forehead on yours, your heavy breaths mingling as the two of you tried to gain a bit of composure.
“T-thank you, Sir,” you managed to gasp out when your sore throats allowed you to. Jungkook pulled back just far enough for you to see his smirk before he leaned back in, settling his mouth against your ear.
“Punishment’s not over, sweetheart.”
You knew this would be the case, but you still pouted once before he was reaching down to grab you by the throat again, pulling up on you as he swung his leg back over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees as he spread your legs wide enough till he was pleased. He climbed back behind you, settling on his knees as his hands smoothed over the skin of your ass contemplatively. You braced yourself for the heavy, painful swats you knew were coming, biting your lip hard as your Sir landed the first of multiple open-handed smacks on your now bruising skin.
Sitting would be an issue for a good few days. God, how you loved that.
Your moans picked up in frequency as your arms grew weak, your elbows shaking as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your strength left you when his hand landed on your pussy next, making you yelp, your arms buckling as you dove face first into his comforter to muffle the loud moan that spilled from your lips.
“Nuh-uh. Up, sweetheart. Now.” Jungkook’s tone was sharp, his left hand sliding up your back to wind your messy locks around his fingers, tugging sharply to pull you back up onto your hands, his hand holding you still like reigns on a wild horse as you bucked and tried to escape the dual pain of the tugging on your scalp and his palm on your ass.
You were crying from the pain when Jungkook finally stopped, your moans having turned to pleas and whines for him to have mercy on your abused skin. Your safe word never passed your lips, though, reassuring Jungkook that you were enjoying the punishment he was unleashing on your stubborn ass. He sighed, leaning back on his heels as he forced your back to arch with the grip he kept on your hair. He listened to your sobs for several seconds, gathering himself before he pushed back up to his knees, leaning down enough to let you feel his breath on your shoulders.
“Time for me to fuck you, sweetheart. Your disobedient pussy obviously needs a complete lesson tonight, hmm?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you whispered out, widening your legs just a slight bit more to open yourself for the heavy dick you felt pressed against your stinging and hot flesh. You felt Jungkook’s free hand slide up the length of your pussy, sinking all four of his fingers in to get his hand wet before pulling out, wrapping his slick covered hand over his dick, mixing your juices with the precum that spilled from his head. He gripped himself steadily, gently rubbing his dick up and down your wet, dripping lips, making your body shiver when he pressed against your aching clit.
When he finally slid in, it was with little time for you to process being suddenly filled, his hips thrusting into you hard, the sound of your skin hitting his sounding out loudly in his room. Your moan was immediate, though quickly hushed as he pulled his hips back to thrust back into you again in a hard and rough shove, your breath skipping at the force. His hand in your hair tightened its grip, pulling your head further back as Jungkook began to pick up the speed of his thrusts, doing his best to keep his force the same.
His dick ramming into you was an interesting mix of pain and pleasure, the drag of him against your walls making you shiver before he was hitting too deep. Your tears began to spring fresh, whines all that you could manage as your Sir used your pussy, fucking you hard enough to make you begin regretting being such a brat. But the painful pleasure of it all sated your needs just perfectly, your eyes rolling as your body constantly readjusted itself to keep stable under the force of his hips ramming into yours.
You could feel your second orgasm approaching, but you knew you’d need attention to your clit to cum. You chanced reaching a hand between your legs, but Jungkook’s hand in your hair reared you back further, shaking you in rebuke as he landed another heavy slap onto your bruised ass.
“You’ll cum when I say you can cum, sweetheart. If you cum too early again, I’ll leave you like this the whole night.”
“I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll be good; I promise!”
He didn’t respond to your words, instead shaking you a second time before he was pushing down on the middle of your back, forcing you down onto your face as he got up to his feet, keeping crouched low enough to keep his dick in your pussy. The new position had him reaching even further into you, the stretch against your walls making your moans grow louder again as he began to thrust back into you again. Your body was his to control, his hands grabbing you firmly by the hips as he kept you where he wanted, pulling you back when you’d been moved forward from the rock of his hips.
You needed to cum. You knew your Sir could tell from the way hisses were leaving his mouth, his focus narrowing in on the way your walls were contracting more and more steadily on his dick. He undoubtedly needed to cum, too, but the stubbornness that thrived between the two of you always made him want to draw things out as long as possible. Your whines mixed with sobs were all that you could hear, your hearing starting to turn into a high pitched ringing as Jungkook forced your body closer and closer to your high, leaving you wanting as he refused to allow you the relief you so desperately needed on your clit.
“Do you need to cum, sweetheart?” he asked between his thrusts, grunting loudly when you flexed your walls tightly, making his hips stutter slightly.
“You know what to do.”
If there was one aspect of this relationship you’d not expected, it would be how much Jungkook loved to hear you beg. Your pleas weren’t just simple things but were full of the dirtiest promises and wishes, your words always working to push him closer to his own climax, making him feel generous enough to let you have relief. It was all about stroking his ego, something you’d mastered in your time with him. You prepared yourself now, inhaling deeply before you began.
“Please, Sir! Please let me cum! I know I was a disobedient slut tonight, but I really, really want you to fill me up with you cum and then let me keep it in me while I cum. Please–oh fuck, oh fuck–Sir!”
“Sir!” you whined, pitching your voice higher as you grabbed hold of his comforter, needing the stabilization as he suddenly picked up speed. “Please let your disobedient slut cum! I’m sorry I was such a bad whore!”
“Rub yourself. Now.”
You wasted no time, sliding a shaky arm between your trembling legs, your body practically singing with relief as soon as your fingers pressed against your aching clit. It only took a few circles of your fingers for your body to suddenly seize, your orgasm washing over you suddenly, making you gasp before your sobs began anew. Your Sir continued fucking you through your high, the pleasurable relief racing through your body making you unable to process anything further as you cried from the sensations traveling through your body.
The strong and powerful twitching of your pussy walls creating a vice grip on his dick finally broke Jungkook a few moments later, a loud whine passing from his own lips as he thrust back into you at a stuttering pace. You could feel the hot ropes of his cum hitting your sore walls, filling you up just as you’d begged him to. He collapsed back to his knees when he’d finished, slipping out of you as he leaned back on his hands, his chest heaving as he tried to even out his breathing. The two of you were silent in the wake of your mutual orgasms, your sobs quieting down to hiccups.
Amidst the ringing in your ears and the heavy pants of your breath, you could hear Jungkook’s low chuckles before you felt his hands pat your trembling thighs. “Good job, sweetheart. You took your punishment very well tonight.” You mumbled a thank you, unable to fully form the words, knowing he understood you quite well as he pushed himself from the bed, grabbing his sweat to slide back on. Your legs finally gave up their fight when he began to walk back towards the computer desk, the heavy plopping of them against the mattress making him turn back to shoot you a cocky smirk one more time.
“Sorry, guys! Had some business to attend to,” you heard him say when he’d sat down, pulling his headset back on over his head. You slowly turned your head just enough to see him blurrily out of your peripheral vision, brows furrowing as you saw him freeze. “…I thought I did press mute…? How much did you guys hear?” He spun around in his seat, his eyes wide as he met your slowly narrowing ones. But then he let his gaze travel the length of your thoroughly used body, his lips quirking into that goddamned smirk you hated so much because it always worked to send a new thrill of lust through your body, no matter what. “Well, we’re glad you guys enjoyed the show, aren’t we, sweetheart?” You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but from the way Jungkook’s eyes were glittering you knew that’d be the worst idea possible.
Summary; Steve Harrington is a sweetheart (as per usual) after the events in Season 2. Minor spoilers.
Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
A/N; Yes, another Henderson!Reader Steve fic…I love the idea what can I say 🤷♀️… I’ll mix it up soon but for this idea it had to be done.
The fact that your cat, Mews died, didn’t really set in until a week following the events in the Upsidedown. You were still on edge, constantly in fear that things weren’t actually over. That Will wasn’t actually okay, and that he, or any of you really, could be taken at any second.
In your head there were much more important things to worry about.
When your mom got the cat a few years back you were sceptical to say the least. She got him as a coping mechanism for your dad leaving, at least that’s what you thought.
You weren’t big on animals, cats especially. You contemplated pretending that you were allergic, but your mom needed it.
Eventually the little fur ball wormed his way into your heart. You did have one, afterall, and he was freaking adorable. Your only complaint was the ample amounts of orange fur that you would always find all over your black clothes.
The loss of your feline friend didn’t even really take its toll on you, until all of a sudden on Friday night you were struggling to breathe from sobbing so hard.
Your nose was raw from rubbing it, and your eyes were practically swollen shut. To conclude; you were an utter mess.
Luckily for you, you were home alone. Dustin was sleeping over at Mike’s with the boys, and your mother was off doing who knows what. The fact that you didn’t have Mews to cuddle up to when you got lonely really took its tole.
Steve knew you were home alone, and from experience he knew how lonely it got. He wanted to provide company for you, even if it was just in the form of a phone call.
You, however, were too busy sobbing to pick up the phone. And that worried Steve. His mind couldn’t help but go back to the previous weeks and the danger that everyone was in. You especially.
So he did what any concerned friend would do, at least that’s what Steve told his self, and drove over to your house.
By the time he got there it was past 10 and pitch black out side. You were probably just asleep. He tried to reassure himself. Yet he hopped out of his BMW anyways and knocked on your door.
When you didn’t respond after a few seconds Steve decided to knock again, putting his ear against the door to listen in. He could hear your sobs and hiccups. Relief filled the man. At least he knew you were alive now, granted you were crying which still wasn’t the ideal circumstance.
“Y/N/N? Is everything okay in there?” He questioned from the other side of the door, his hand gripping the brass doornob tightly.
“Steve?” You questioned softly, not believing your ears. You were probably dehydrated from all of the crying. There was no way in hell Steve would drive all the way to your house just ‘cause you didn’t pick up the phone.
“Yeah, it’s me. Could you let me in?”
“Just go home, Steve. I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” You responded, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter under your chin.
“Now that doesn’t sound like a very good idea at all. I can’t leave when my best girl is down.” Steve grinned.
Even though you couldn’t see Steve’s face, you could imagine his expression. His eyes were probably soft as he watched the door for movement, a sympathetic smile painted on his lips.
“If you don’t answer the door I’ll find another way in. I’m a ninja, remember? I could do it.” He warned, taking a few steps back from the door.
“Have it your way.” He mumbled softly to himself, ready to kick the door down if necessary.
You stood up slowly, a small smile finding its way onto your lips at the theatric boy’s antics. Leave it to Steve Harrington to cheer you up in less then 200 words. Even in your lowest state.
You wiped your raw nose with a discarded tissue and threw it into the trash can, dragging the blanket behind you like a cape. Hesitantly you placed your hand on the door nob, unlocking the door slowly.
You pulled the door wide open to reveal Steve Harrington, looking a bit disheveled but of course still handsome. Even after his face was bashed in by Billy Hargrove he managed to look handsome.
“Were you about to try and kick down the door?” You questioned in disbelief, staring at the sheepish boy with wide eyes.
“I-I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He replied with a light blush. “And obviously you aren’t. What the hell happened to you?”
You scoffed. “Way to kick a girl when she’s down.” You walked back into the livingroom, plopping yourself back down onto the brown loveseat.
Steve followed closely behind, taking the seat by your side. “You know that’s not what I meant. You could have two black eyes and be missing your front teeth and I’d still find you fucking gorgeous.” Steve reassured, linking your hand with his.
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid.” You pouted, disconnecting your hands.
“Nothing that has you this worked up is stupid.” He reassured, placing a gentle hand on your cheek.
“Mews is dead.” Your eyes watered just thinking about it so you closed them, hoping to stop anymore tears from falling.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Steve whispered, pulling you into his chest.
You gripped his blue shirt tightly between your fists, trying to hold your sobs in. “I miss him so much.” You cried shakily.
“I know you do.” Steve ran his fingers through your messy hair. “It’ll get better. I promise.”
The next morning you were even more exhausted. Steve had left a few hours after your miniature breakdown. Your eyes were practically swollen shut, and your voice was almost gone.
When you left your bedroom you were greeted by the smell of pancakes, which admittedly made your stomach turn a bit. Your mother was an awful chef.
“Woah, you look like shit.” Dustin yelled, scaring you slightly. You hadn’t even known he was home yet. How late was it?
“Gee thanks.” You smiled sarcastically, flipping the boy off and walking in the other direction.
“I’m just being honest.” He shrugged as if he didn’t do anything wrong.
“Screw you, asshat.” You yelled back in response, slamming the bathroom door shut. You could use a hot shower for sure.
You were snapped out of your hot-water induced haze by your mom screaming your name. “Y/N/N! You have a visitor!”
“I’ll be right out mom!”
When you imerged from your bedroom, fully dressed in the most comfy pajamas you owned, you were met with your mother and brother crowded around Steve Harrington on the couch.
“I thought you said I had a visitor.” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t be jealous sweet cheeks, Dustin and your mom were just keeping me company while I waited.
You grinned at the brunette boy, ignoring your brothers groan in disgust. “Gross.”
“Oh, this one is a keeper, Y/N/N.” Your mom declared dreamily. You know that she knew you weren’t dating.
“I keep trying the tell her that.” Steve winked at your mom.
“For Christs sake, I’m sitting right here!” Dusting gagged, “Screw this.” He sighed, hoping up from his spot on the couch and running off to his bedroom.
You rolled your eyes at the boys antics. Your mother followed behind him except she went off back into the kitchen. Something about meatloaf (which you hated).
“Why don’t you come take a seat.” Steve grinned, patting the seat next to him softly.
You didn’t trust it at all. “What the hell is going on?”
You noticed that Steve was blocking something from your view as you sat down. He looked up at you with soft eyes and an even softer smile. One thing was for sure. He looked proud as hell of himself (though what was new).
“Close your eyes.”
You hesitantly agreed, tensing when you felt something light being placed into your lap.
“Okay, open them.”
Your gaze was met with that of the cutest kitten you had ever seen in your entire life. He was small enough to hold in one hand and had a soft black coat.
Yours began to water as you looked up at Steve. He had a pink blush on his cheeks and was watching you wide wide eyes.
“You-you did this for me?” You questioned shakily, a tear falling from your eye onto your cheek.
Steve nodded, reaching over to pet the kitten on his little head. “His name is Dart.” Steve winked.
“Dark.” You laughed, petting the tiny animal’s cheek.
“Do you-do you like him?” Steve asked you in a small voice.
“I love him Steve. Seriously. This is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. Thank you.” You smiled, leaning over to embrace the man. He held you tight against his chest, neither of you wanting to let go.
You placed a soft peck of thanks on his cheek once you pulled away. You smiled at how warm the skin was from all of his blushing.
“I think you missed.” Was all Steve said as he leaned in again, this time tilting his head so he could properly lay his lips over yours.
A/N: So I’m finally getting through my asks! This one was a request for an insecure reader and an over zealous flirty Bucky. I love writing him like this! So I got carried away and suddenly this was almost five thousand words so I’m going to have to split it into a two parter! Ugh, charming Bucky. You do things to my heart
Word Count: 4k+
Warnings: A disgusting amount of pining, sailor like cursing, maybe triggering self doubt and insecurity, pretty SFW…for now.
Summary: You’d supported Steve and his decision to not kill Bucky. Fuck, you even supported Steve when he’d literally started a war over Bucky. Done jail time for him. But you what you couldn’t manage to do for the life of you, for the love of Steve, was get along with Bucky. Especially when he managed to make you blush every time you were in the same room as the man
You turned around to give Jimin a
hug, but instead was met with emptiness, the warmth of his spot was all that
lingered, signs that he had just gotten up. Groggily, you got up to survey the
house, wanting nothing but to hug your boyfriend, who’d just gotten back late
that night from a long tour, and found him making some coffee in the kitchen.
To your unknowing luck, he only had on
a pair of black and red plaid pajama pants that hung just right around his
waist. The hug you had wanted earlier turned into something more as his strong, chiseled back muscles that flexed with every small
movement, so you walked up behind him, running your hands up his warm back and around his waist.
Authors Note: Guess who’s back after a long ass hiatus. I had some free time and magically got a request so I'm convinced that yall can feel my lack of busyness. Anyways here it is I hope you enjoy, this is dedicated to my baby Carolina aka @antisocialandcute stay strong babes and I love you.Credits to eve created the gif, I legit got it off google search lol/ Enjoy and find more of my writing here
Warnings: Mild violence
Request: Could you write something about a similar situation happening in between harry and the misses like the one that happened with louis and el at the airport? Maybe a bad fan experience and and protective!harry?
To say that you were two were tired would be a complete understatement. The travel back from Holmes Chapel back to New York wore you out every time you and Harry chose to visit Anne and his family. You spent most of your flight snuggling into each other and catching blissful Zzzs as your private plane took you home. But alas your privacy wouldn’t last long, after your seven and half hour flight you still had to make it through the terminal and drive home. This wouldn’t be that big of a challenge, except your boyfriend just so happens to be Harry Styles and traveling with him means being met with annoying paps and angsty fans at almost every corner. You held onto Harry’s as you entered the terminal, he kept you behind but as close as he could knowing how bad it can get when the paps are involved. It was not long before you two finally encountered a pap, Harry tried his best to use his charm giving the pap a wave and a half-hearted cheeky smile but it wasn’t enough. This pap was determined to bother you, his camera constantly flashing in your direction shouting your name and snapping at you to get your attention as if you wee some type of dog.
“(Y/N)!(Y/N)!(Y/N! Look over here doll face! I won’t bite hard cutie!”
You heard Harry let out a small growl, the tone territorial and annoyed. He pulled you in front of him swiftly, his forearm securely wrapped around your torso.
“Listen to me kitten, I need you to go ahead of me”, he whispered in your ear.
“I’m going to get rid of this asshole and once I do I will be right back beside you”, he glared at the pap as he continued his slur of perverted comments.
“Are you sure”.
“ ‘solutely, I’m right behind you love.just speed walk as fast as you can and I’ll be there soon”, he assured you. You nodded your head agreeing to the plan, Harry placed a kiss on your forehead before letting you go from his grasp.
You immediately began to pick up your speed, trying your hardest to not look back at Harry and the pap. So caught up in your own movement you didn’t realize that the pap was the least of your problems. The fans caught word that you and Harry were now exiting the terminal, while some were lined up outside two had found their way to the gate you had exited from.
“(Y/N)! Can we get a picture please”
Despite the pap situation, you didn’t see the harm in taking 2 minutes to take a picture with the two fans.
“Why of course”, you smiled walking toward the girls. As one girl held up her camera and posed with you other went behind the two of you.
It all happened too fast. The camera went off. You let out a small laugh. Next thing you knew you were on the floor. The girl behind you had pulled your hair and the one by your side had smashed your face with her phone.
Your initial shock prevented you from reacting, but you heard Harry’s voice yelling your name which instantly snapped you out of your shock. You brought yourself to your feet, the girls’ steel crowding around wiggling as you gained your balance.
You felt the anger rush over you but just before you could swing your arm to clock one of the girls in the jaw, Harry had already come running toward you picking you up and pulling you away from the girls.
“What’s wrong(Y/N), can’t defend yourself”
“She always makes Harry do all the work, lazy bitch”
You pushed against Harry trying to break from his grasp. “Harry let me go! Let me go! They can’t just get away with that”. Harry placed you down and cupped your cheeks, still holding you back from attacking the girls.
“(Y/N) look at me. Hey hey look at me !”, you tried your best keep from making eye contact with him. You never got angry or cared about what people have to say for the most part, but this was different. They touched you and that couldn’t be taken lightly.
“(Y/N) please. I will never let anyone hurt you again, that starts by getting you out of here. ‘S not worth it”.
You knew he was right and you hated him and loved him for it.You let out a huff,”Okay let’s go “.
He placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered a thank you before wrapping his arm around you and guiding you out of the terminal
Once you two arrived home, Harry treated you to a bubble bath and your favorite takeout. He apologized over and over again for not being there when you needed him most, each time you shut him down not wanting him to feel guilty for something he could not control. As Harry washes the dishes, you walked into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around his torso.
”Thank you”, you mumbled as you kissed bicep.
”For what”, he turned around placing a kiss on your lips and stroking your
“Protecting me today”, you smiled as you looked up into his eyes.
Harry let out a slight snicker, making you smile slightly fall
“What’s so funny?”, you pouted crossing your arms”
“You thanking me for doing my job”. His hands pulled your arms apart pulling you close to him.
“Well I like being polite”
“And I like protecting my baby”, Harry smile beamed down at you before leaning down and kissing your lips.
It wasn’t until 5 years later when you made your return to Seoul. After packing you left to go back to your hometown to stay with family for the meantime. Being a single mother of a now, 5 year old boy, wasn’t the hardest task in the book, but it also wasn’t the easiest, even with the aide of you parents at hand. You wanted to move back to Seoul for, one, new job opportunities and two, so you could re-connect with old friends. Hoseok is the first person you called to inform of your return and he spared no time showing up to your newly bought apartment to help you unpack.
Jihae was more than excited to meet Hobi. He was technically the uncle he never had so when there was a knock at the door he was quick to beat you to it, with his little hands trying so hard to turn the knob, which, failed miserably. You helped him and opened the door, being greeted with a Hobi’s signature smile.
Your three year old was quick to wrap his small form around Hoseok’s leg making you laugh. You moved over and picked up Jihae, stepping to the side for Hoseok to enter the apartment.
You walked over to the living room area then took the moment to greet Hoseok, setting the 5 year old down..”It’s been five years since we last saw each other in person hasn’t it?”
He chuckled and nodded looking around the apartment. “It has, and it’s been a hell of a lot different after you left.”
“We can catch up about that later, All I know is I am glad to be back.” You smiled then pulled your hair back in a tight pony-tail and picking up a box. “Anyways, Who’s ready to get to work around here~?”
Jihae was quick to reply, throwing his arms into the air.
The remainder of the day was mostly spent painting and un-boxing much of the stuff, but with a lot of hard-work on most of the rooms, and by most, the living room and both yours and Jihae’s room, was set, leaving the kitchen, bathroom, and spare room left to finish.
Hoseok stepped out of one of the rooms being worked on and sat down with a sigh. “It takes that long for a couple rooms? Its been 7 hours…!” He stifled a laugh, before leaning forward. “I would ask if you want to go out with the boys just for a little together but I feel as if it is to late for that.”
You shook your head. “Actually that would be great…!” You smiled getting up from your chair.
“Are you sure..?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “It is only 6, We don’t go to bed till 9.” You smiled. “Just give me time to get washed up..”
He nodded and texted the boys as you took Jihae in your arms to get him dressed. “Momma… Were going to meet Uncle Tae and Jin…?” You smiled and nodded. “And Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon..”
“What about daddy?”
It’s as if the color drained from your face. There’s the question you always wanted to avoid but you knew that it would pop up soon. Trying to find the right words you set your son down and smiled a bit sadly. “When the time comes I will tell you but now wouldn’t be good…”
“But I wanna know…!” You started to put his shoes on him. “Trust me… I will tell you but to much things are happening right now..”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Did something happen between Mommy and Daddy…?” You sighed and nodded. “At your age, you wouldn’t be able to fully understand.” Your son pouted making you smile. It was scary how similar Jihae looked to his father. The dark brown, close to being black, hair, the chocolate brown eyes, Hell even the pout he did. You thought about why you used Yoongi’s surname for Jihae, not being able to think why. Your thoughts were interrupted when Hoseok knocked, leaning against the door frame.
You nodded, Helping Jihae down before following Hobi. “Where are we going?”
“A little corner cafe where we can all kick back and relax.. Is that fine?”
You nodded. “Perfect~
Once arriving you found all the guys there, Sitting around in the couch area chatting away. You chuckled noticing how they changed a lot after a few years.You pushed the doors open to the cafe and made your way over, Taehyung immediately noticed your arrival and jumped up to tackle you in a hug. “Oh my god you’re back?!”
You laughed and nodded, The other quickly following along and hugging you as well. “Did Hoseok not tell you I was coming?”
Jungkook smiled, shaking his head. “He only told us he had something important to talk to us about..!” You shook my head and looked over to Hobi, he only shrugged while snickering.
A screech was heard from Tae as he noticed Jihae’s presence behind you. “Is that him..?!” He crouched down, smiling while Jihae slowly came from behind you and smiled shyly. “Awe cmon, You were so excited to meet them till now.. Why become shy?” You chuckled as he stood in front of Taehyung.
“He looks just like…” He looked over to me, shutting himself up before holding his hand out to Jihae. “Im Taehyung.”
The other 5 watched, smiling before introducing themselves as well.
The time went with all of you catching up and joking around until it came for the moment you had to leave because both you and Jihae were sleepy. So you said goodbye to all of them and took your leave, As soon as you stepped out you realized the ground was wet, taking note that it had rained so you picked Jihae up and wrapped him in your jacket so he would stay warm.
It wasn’t until you heard a gasp close by that you let the curiosity get to you and turned towards it, only to find out the gasp was because of you.
“Oh my god it actually is you…”
Part of you felt weak noticing the presence of someone who fucked up the entirety of your life, the one who messed it all up and called you disgusting names. You found yourself in front of her not knowing what to do at the moment.
You knew you should have been pissed at her but you had an agreement with yourself, even then all those feelings that you had towards her were faded and gone. You noticed she was at the point of tears and couldn’t look you in the eye. Had she felt bad..? She was mumbling a lot of nonsense you couldn’t make out. You just stared.
Her eyes trailed down to where Jihae, who was fast asleep on your shoulder. You shifted feet uncomfortably and watched her cautiously.
“I’m so sorry…” She bit down on her lip and you stood in silence for a bit letting it sink in that she had actually felt guilty. You had no clue what to say so you sighed and let whatever came to your mind first.
“You took everything away from me. My boyfriend, My happiness, an much more.” She flinched, choking back a cry. “You gained absolutely jack-shit for doing this.” She staggered a bit from you words only small apologies slipping out.
You stepped towards and looked her in the eye for once. “But that was 5 years ago. I forgave you when I made the choice to let any grudge go and that’s when I sat in a hospital bed with a baby cradled in my arms.”
She seemed to relax a bit at your words.
“It was fucked up, yes, but people learn from their mistakes and even if it’s really bad, some are meant to be forgiven.”
She seemed shocked and you smiled a bit.
“Don’t get hung up on the past because of mistakes. I can see you have changed. Look to the future and forget what happened then and look at what is happening now..”
That’s when a man made his way out and over next to Jennie’s side, wrapping his arm around her waist with a confused look upon his face. She hugged him and cried into his chest so you took the chance to turn and walk off, your question about Yoongi being answered.
The encounter with Jennie left you thinking about it longer then you should have. It had been four days since you were distracted by the sudden encounter that you hadn’t been paying attention and ran right into a stranger, dropping the four bags of groceries across the pavement. The stranger was quick to help you pick the items up, and when you looked up to thank the stranger, your eyes widened, and as if realizing too he staggered back.
You were, to say in the least, wanting to cry. Sudden Encounter #2 was the one encounter you definitely were not ready for. It made you want to run, and run away far but you managed to keep an act up. You had to stay strong for the sake of yourself and your kid. So you stood up and nodded your head slighly at him.
And then luck wasn’t so much on your side when you heard the yell of your son, Hoseok close behind him.
“Mommy returned uncle Hobi…!”
You looked up to Yoongi watching his reaction as he went pale and looked like he had just seen death. You knew exactly what he was thinking.
You really wanted this to be a dream
THE NEXT PART WILL BE THE END DSKJBHFSJK im sorry if it sucks ;;
Pairing: You/Jungkook Genre: Smut Summary: Jungkook has fallen head over heels with a very beautiful and, most definitely, older than him owner of a very popular bakery in town. What happens when he finally musters up enough courage to approach her? Better yet, what happens when both of them got stuck in the bakery because of the approaching snowstorm?
Warning: I’m not responsible for the harmful effects of a sudden increase in sugar levels in your blood after reading this fic. Over-indulgence in Kookies may lead to diabetes.
Jeon Jungkook is very impatient. It’s never been in his nature to wait for anything longer than it’s absolutely necessary. His hotheaded temper has always pushed him to his limits and made him achieve anything he’s ever wanted. Without fail.
Another adjective to describe this doe-eyed boy would be the incurable stubbornness, which demonstrates itself in every possible aspect of his life. If Jungkook wants it, Jungkook will have it. And, surely, it will be just the way he needs it to be.
A very dangerous mix. A quick-temper and a stubborn ass, when combined, can lead to the shaping of a very passionate type of personality.
So, once this charming boy laid his eyes on you- the owner of a very popular bakery in town- he immediately made up his made to have you as his girlfriend.
And there is absolutely nothing that could stop him now. Neither the fact that he is basically a complete stranger to you nor the fact that you’re more or less 4 years older than Jungkook. Not to look any further, this pretty boy wouldn’t even bother thinking about the possibility of you being in a relationship.
If Jungkookie wants something, Jungkookie will get it.
So recently, it just so happened, that you’ve been continuously hosting a rather shy young man, a very handsome young man, to stick to the facts.
Naturally, it hasn’t escaped your notice, since the boy’s been rather evidently gawking at you whenever he thinks you don’t pay attention, that maybe his numerous visits aren’t just because of the addictive sugar in your cakes and muffins.
You break into a girlish giggle, the moment you see him bashfully peaking inside the bakery and instantly searching for you with his chocolate-brown eyes. It’s freezing cold outside and the windows are covered in a sparkly layer of thin ice. It’s been a long time since winter was this cold in your hometown. Eventually, he gets inside and cheers up a little once he is sure that you’re at work. He takes off his hat and almost tip-toes to stand in a queue. He seems to be nervous about something, or maybe it’s the excitement? You can’t really tell.
You keep giving him the side-eye while trying to look busy with your customer. You notice the redness of the tip of his nose and ears. His eyes glazed over, most probably owing to the strong wind outside.
“He looks like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,” a very silly thought flashes through your head, “It’s so… Cute.”
“What’s cute about a snowstorm, Sweety?” An old granny asks, bewildered.
You’ve just realised that you haven’t really paid attention to your surroundings.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” you give an apologetic smile while handing her the box of freshly baked mini strawberry tarts.
“I am a bit distracted today,” you explain. “Could you say it again, please?”
Her face lights up with a warm smile. She turns around to look at Jungkook and playfully pokes him with her elbow.
“You young people, all you can think about are these… Dates!”
She chuckles lightly, her eyes keenly fishing for your and Jungkook’s reaction. He blushes furiously with his plump lips frozen in an “oo” shape.
“I was talking about the snowstorm. It’s coming tonight.” She patted Jungkook on his back. “You better get cosy near the fireplace and don’t wander off anywhere, kids!”
Having said that she winked in your direction and aimed for the door.
There was a moment of disturbing silence between you and Jungkook before you managed to snap out of it.
“Yes? How can I help you?” you sound very polite and professional. “Same as usual?” you add quickly smiling at Jungkook.
He has always asked for a black coffee and a small treat of your choice. Be it a piece of pumpkin pie, gooey brownie or a glazed donut, the boy didn’t care much as long as he could eat something recommended by you.
“Anything you would like to eat, Ma’am,” he has always answered with the same agonizingly sweet grin on his perfectly shaped face.
But this time, much to your astonishment, the boy shakes his head in disagreement.
“This time make it double, please.”
“Oh.” You keep staring at the boy with an expression of a deer caught in headlights. That annoying tinge of jealousy, a feeling you haven’t really expected to experience now, catches you off guard completely.
“I’m waiting for somebody,” the boy says gazing away, “Could you please bring it all to the table once my friend gets here?”
“Are you sure it’s a wise idea, boy? You heard the old lady… The snowstorm is coming,” you can’t believe your own words. Yet, you keep on talking.
“Maybe you should cancel the meeting and order a take-out?” Your hands firmly grasp the counter as your lips turn into a wry smile.
“No,” he says firmly, “It’s a very important meeting.”
“Of course. As you wish.” You turn around immediately to cover your disappointment while pretending to be busy with his order.
He walks away and, just as usual, chooses to sit at the table in the corner of the room, right beside the fireplace. Little do you know, though, that it’s not a mere whim, not a matter of a favourite place to sit or anything of that sort. It’s just the ideal place to stare at you when you stand behind the counter.
Gradually, it’s getting darker and darker outside and it seems that the wind’s really picking up. Howling noises of the gusting wind and the freezing temperature scare all the quests away, who hurriedly head back homes before it’s too late to escape the blizzard.
With the exception of Jungkook, of course.
The boy is still sitting at the table, stealing glances in your direction, even though his attention is supposedly focused on the phone in his hands.
It’s about the time to close, so you start pulling down the roller blinds while peeking at Jungkook. He doesn’t seem to budge an inch.
“Does he know I have to close the bakery?” you wonder, slowly strolling to his table.
He looks up the moment you approach him.
“It seems I’ll have to get this take-out, after all,” he cracks a rather goofy smile.
“Sure, I’ll go and pack it for you then.” You walk away to prepare the coffee and the box with two cinnamon rolls. Meanwhile, Jungkook walks up to the door and tries opening it. A powerful blow of wind almost makes him lose his balance. The wind mixed with white flakes of snow rush into the warmth of your bakery, making you shiver from cold. Jungkook struggles to slam the door and stop the blizzard from covering the entire room with snow and ice. He pushes the door with his back and finally succeeds. It’s calm and warm again. Once more, the comforting sounds of crackling fire fill up the bakery’s interiors. You can hear Jungkook pant slightly, as he stands with his back pressed against the door and his hands resting on his knees. You come up to him with the order in your hands. He looks at you and then at the box with his sweet treat
“I’m afraid you got stuck with me here, Ma’am,” he beams sweetly at you.
Rightly so, there is so much snow outside it’s impossible to go out, not to mention the piercing wind and the freezing cold temperature. You bite your lip, being worried about the prospects of spending the entire night here. Noticing your concern, Jungkook straightens up and gazes right into your eyes.
“How about eating these delicious sweets together, Ma’am?”
“How about your friend, though…,” you answer weakly. “Won’t she be disappointed?”
Jungkook blinks twice, looking very much surprised. You almost chuckle at his reaction. The boy looks utterly clueless.
“She?” he asks baffled.
“Yes, your friend.” You can’t hide the sour tone of your voice.
He starts scratching his head, still being completely oblivious, and then he smiles again.
“Ahh…”, he stutters, “Yeah…”
“It’s nothing important,” he moves closer and walks behind you. His long fingers dig into your shoulder blades and you almost jump when he starts pushing you in the direction of the table near the fireplace.
“Oi, hold on here, oi…!”
You look behind your shoulder seeking for his face.
“You told me it’s ‘so important’!”
Both of you almost bump into the chair. Jungkook was so caught up with finding an explanation to your question that he didn’t notice it standing in your way. But, at the last moment, he grabbed your shoulders and not so gently forced you to stop, which ended up in you bumping into his chest and nearly head-butting him .
“Ma’am, please be more careful!”
“You were the one pushing me!”
He sighs and moves the chair for you rolling his eyes in the process, which makes you pout your lips while staring at him angrily. You both sit down, averting each other’s gaze. Eventually, Jungkook gives in.
“How about we just eat the sweets and forget about all this nonsense?”
He smiles sweetly with his eyes glued to your face.
“I’m sure you’ve prepared something very delicious. Just as always.”
He opens the box and his eyes sparkle with excitement. He makes this “OOH” sound which children so often give out while opening Christmas presents.
“Cinnamon buns?! Are you for real?” he rejoices. “I thought all got sold out.”
He takes them out of the box, one by one, serving the bigger bun for you. Then, he takes the coffee and removes the plastic lid. It’s steaming hot. Much to your surprise, the boy starts blowing air at your beverage wanting to cool it off.
“Ai, it’s so hot!”
He puts the cup right next to the cinnamon bun and looks at you.
“Wait a little, please. I don’t want you to burn yourself.”
Having said that, the boy immediately reaches for his own bun and happily bites into it. You really feel relieved because if he didn’t start munching on the food, you wouldn’t even know how to react to his caring behaviour and words.
“God, he is so sweet.”
Your mind screams as you keep watching the dark haired boy. He basically devours the bun, stuffing his cheeks with huge bites of the pastry. You could even swear you`ve just heard him humming in approval. His fingers get all sticky from the glaze as he doesn’t even bother using the spoon and eats while holding the bun in his hand. Your eyes widen a little when he puts his index finger to his mouth in order to lick it clean. He then notices your prying eyes.
“Aren’t you eating?” he asks worriedly.
“Of course I am.”
Right away, you take a bite, angry at yourself for staring at him for so long. He beams cutely.
“Good, you should eat a lot, Noona.”
You almost choke on the bun. Damn, he has just called you ‘Noona’.
“Listen here, boy-”
“It’s Jungkook,” he interrupts. “My name is Jungkook.”
He swallows one last bite of the bun and licks his lips while still looking at you. A ticklish sensation builds up in your belly and you decide it’s better to keep your comment for later.
“What did you want to say?” Jungkook nags.
“Forget it,” you say taking another bite to avoid answering.
Suddenly, he starts chuckling and when you give him a questioning look he seems to get more and more amused.
“What’s your problem, eh?” Your brows furrow.
Much to your surprise, he leans in and places his thumb on your upper lip. He rubs it gently and then brings the finger to his mouth.
“Now, I have none. But, the chocolate on your lip was a bit too… Distracting.”
This odd sensation in your gut has just reached its peak and your heart starts pounding.
“Would you like some more, Jungkook?” You question weakly.
The boy shifts in his chair in excitement, ”Can I get one, please?!”
“Sure,” you whisper standing up and hurriedly walking over the counter. You started panicking again and you’re happy that you managed to distract his attention and wriggle out of this… bizarre situation.
Moments later, you take a deep breath and head back to the table. You put on a confident smile and serve the boy yet another cinnamon bun with a double chocolate frosting.
Jungkook grabs the bun and begins chewing on it joyfully. Just when you think the boy will give you a much-needed breather to collect yourself, he starts talking with his mouth full of food.
“Noona, your boyfriend is really lucky. I’ve never eaten anything better than your pastry.”
You take one huge gulp of coffee before answering. His attempts at wooing you are as clear as day, and yet, something urges you to play along.
“Look at you, you curious bunny,” you smirk crossing your arms on your chest. This nickname seems to fit quite well.
Jungkook stops chewing and his eyes get even bigger than usual.
“I’m not with anybody and if you say such things you can upset your girlfriend, Jungkookie.”
He swallows the last bit of his second serving and readjusts himself on the chair.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, Noona.”
“How come?” you smile playfully. “No cute girls at school?”
He rolls his eyes. He rolls his eyes so hard you want to slap him for being such an arrogant ass.
“It’s unbelievable!” you think to yourself. One moment he is an adorable kid and the next one he gets so cheeky it’s difficult to put up with him.
“At the University,” he corrects you. “I’m not interested in these girls. They’re all so loud… and childish.”
He leans in a little, closing the already small distance between you. His knee accidentally (or maybe not really?) brushes against yours.
“I prefer older women,” he announces flashing his bunny teeth. “Just like you.”
“Ohh… Is that so?” you ask him while putting your elbows on the table. “What’s so attractive about us, older women? Tell me, please.”
The boy giggles nervously looking away for one or two seconds but eventually, he turns to you and quickly licks his lips before answering.
“You’re just so much more mature and…,” he drums his fingers on the table.
“And?” Your heart starts racing for no reason. It seems you’re really enjoying this conversation.
“And you know how to take care of me,” he clears his throat and adds, “Properly.”
You grin rather a bit too provocatively, “You mean sex?”
He nods his head vigorously, being visibly tense.
“Yes this is what I meant,” he answers trying to sound as cool as it’s only possible.
“So, you must have had previous experiences with older than you ladies, is that correct?”
The tension in the room gets so thick one could almost cut it with a knife.
“I’ve had one, ehh, let’s call her a friend.”
“Mhmmm…,” you hum in response waiting eagerly for him to continue.
“It wasn’t anything big. Just…,” he hesitates. “Just sex.”
“I see,” your throat goes dry when he glances at you hungrily.
“But it was a long time ago. Almost a year and a half.” He finishes the story still ogling you.
“So, it basically means that you haven’t had a girl for all this time?”
There is a moment of silence as you’re basically trying to digest his words and their implication.
“Noona,” his pitch of voice gets a bit too high, “How about you?”
“What about me?” you ask perplexed.
“Have you ever had a younger man?” Upon uttering this nosy question, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you and leans down. His elbows now resting on his thighs. It seems you’re basically trapped, with your legs right between his and his handsome face right in front of yours.
You have no intention of showing how much it affects you. Your palms start sweating owing to the close proximity between you and Jungkook.
“You mean… Rather a boy, not a man, right?” You raise your eyebrow cheekily.
His cute smile disappears from his face and is replaced with an angry-looking pout. It doesn’t last long, though, as the boy gives you an eat-shitting grin before he opens his mouth to respond.
“No, not a boy. I was talking about a younger man.”
“I’m afraid I know none, Jungkookie,” you smile triumphantly. “But I can safely say, that I’ve just met a very cute younger boy.”
He snorts with laughter and starts cracking his knuckles angrily. He bites on his lip gazing right into your eyes.
“I can easily prove how wrong you are, Noona,” he challenges and traces your body with his eyes. He wants you and you know it all too well.
“Oh really?” you mock. “How would you do that?”
But, you want him too and you’re not going to pretend. It’s just that the boy is really fun to tease and you simply can’t stop riling him up.
A lone vein throbbed above Jungkook’s right eye. You just smile a rather deceptively innocent smile in response.
“Right,” he whispers through clenched teeth and lowers his gaze and then suddenly he chuckles lowly which sends shivers down your spine.
“Actually, it is very easy to prove you wrong, Noona. I don’t really think you’d squeeze your thighs so much in a presence of just a cute boy.”
Instantly, you part your legs feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks and before you can say anything Jungkook’s hand creeps under your skirt as he crashes your lips together. His bunny teeth collide with yours but you don’t mind as the boy impatiently forces himself inside your mouth, eagerly swirling his tongue against yours. A delicious whimper escapes his lips as he runs his fingers over the elastic band of your stockings. Without much hesitation, Jungkook snatches at the band and pulls off the material to get to your bare thigh. You jump as his cold hand grabs hold of your over-sensitive flesh and begins fondling it.
“Mhmm… Jun-jungkook,” you mewl into the kiss.
He pulls away for a moment, both of you gasping for air. His nose brushes against yours and your foreheads are tightly pressed together.
“All my friends call me Kookie,” he grins cheekily seeing you so whipped for him after a mere kiss and some thigh petting.
“Feel free to do that,” he adds squeezing your thigh harshly and your eyes flutter shut as you bite your lip to stop yourself from gasping.
You’d feel ashamed for dropping your guard so easily, you’d be angry at yourself for moaning right into this boy’s mouth, you’d be disappointed at your own hips so wantonly pushing forward, encouraging Jungkook to move his shaky fingers a little bit higher, but the thing is, you don’t. He makes you so horny and you can hear your own heart beating through your chest. Once again, you jerk your hips being totally lost in your own lust. The boy fiercely grips your skin, digging his nails into your thigh so much that you can feel your flesh burning because of his rough groping.
Your breath hitches as you struggle to deliver an answer with a coquettish grin on your face.
“Why, does it get you off when your Noonas give you cute nicknames?”
As if he meant to punish you, Jungkook pushes away the soaking wet material of your panties and rubs your clit with his thumb making you arch your back to grant the boy a better access to your wetted core. Much to your disappointment, Jungkook doesn’t press harder. Instead, he gently massages your folds making you wiggle closer to him in frustration. His finger pad lightly applying pressure on the tip of your clit.
“Kookie, you little- ahhh,” you groan angrily when the boy completely removes his finger from your entrance.
“You little shi-,”
“Somehow I think it gets you off just as much as me, Noona.” He butts in, not allowing you to vent out your irritation. Right then, his hands sneak under your apron. Jungkook forcefully grabs the material of your skirt and pulls it off together with your panties in a one sharp tug eliciting a dissatisfied whine from you as there is nothing to protect your ass from the cold surface of the wooden chair. Your body shivers and small goosebumps appear all over your skin. You reach out to Jungkook, shamelessly craving his warmth and thirsting for his touch. Your face grimaces as the unpleasant cold sensation keeps attacking your body. Noticing your discomfort, Jungkook immediately wraps his arms around you and guides you to sit on his muscular thigh. Your clit rubbing all over his jeans as you sit down on him.
“Baby girl, come here I’ll warm you up. I’m so sorry,” the apologetic and caring tone of his angelic voice makes your stomach flutter, heat pooling low in your belly at his tender sweet-nothings whispered against your ear. His manly hands wander down your back to grab your butt and force you to ride his leg. His hands are so warm, squeezing your ass with such a force it will for sure end up with a couple of bruises the next day. Obediently, you start to rock your hips in sync with Jungkook’s rough grips. He sets up an even pace, always making sure to push his thigh up to make you feel him better. You’re boldly fucking yourself on his thick leg, straddling a boy who seemed to be so sweetly innocent and shy. The biggest bullshit ever.
One of his hands greedily reaches for the straps of your apron. He swiftly unwraps the bow and strips you naked not wanting to waste any more time.
“I was tempted to leave the apron on, but…,” he purrs into your ear grazing your earlobe with his teeth. His hand on your ass drives you crazy, not allowing you to stop grinding even for a moment. He’s breathing against your neck, softly pressing his wet lips to your ticklish skin. You’re now completely naked, trying to cover your body, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his chest.
“But, I think today,” he inhales sharply. “Today I need to see you completely naked.” His whisper is so desperate that you can feel your walls clenching around the thin air in excitement. You squeeze his leg tighter and he moans lewdly encouraging you to go on.
“Kookie, ahh-” you moan back addressing him by his nickname.
This instant, Jungkook’s hand wanders in the direction of your clit. The pleasant sensation from minutes before, of his fingers, gently rubbing your folds, once again sets you on fire. Jungkook grabs your legs and links his thighs to make you sit on him with your core right in front of the bulge in his pants. Your legs hanging loose on both of his sides.
“Baby girl, you are so fucking beautiful,” he squeaks as he basically devours your entire body. You can’t really hide anything from him now. Your eyes locking for a brief moment before he gazes down, lusting over your exposed and shivering skin. You stare at him and his face, into those sinfully beautiful chocolate eyes, and feel something low in your body tighten. Involuntarily, you push your hips into Jungkook’s hand, urging him to somehow ease off this sudden flexing of muscles in your core.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he keeps on moaning, revealing a bit of his submissive side. His words becoming bolder and bolder, lewd compliments causing both of you to blush.
But then, it’s your turn to groan as your walls grip Jungkook’s intrusive finger. You cry out in pure pleasure, as he simply keeps on pushing the entire length of his long and slender finger in and out of your pussy.
“I love how you feel down there, Noona,” he admits, pushing his finger further, to better feel your heat, your wetness. Your body begins pulsing around his thick digit.
“Oh fuck,” you groan wildly, not recognizing your own voice anymore. “Just like that, ahh, please,” you beg, nails digging into his scalp.
Hearing as those needy cries fall from your lips, Jungkook feels his dick throbbing with aching need. He groans pushing his hips forward, hoping to get some friction from your pussy. Unfortunately, your hips don’t meet and he wants to cry from all of the tension that has built up in him because of you. He clenches his teeth, still thrusting his hips forward, never stopping to finger your pussy despite his painful erection. You’re so caught up in chasing your own orgasm that you haven’t really noticed how desperate he’s become. He runs his thumb between your slick folds and then violently pushes his second finger into you.
“Kookie, fuck! I’m cumming,” you scream, fiercely pulling at his hair and biting his collarbone to somehow muffle your moans.
“Baby, you’re clenching so hard,” a groan rips from his chest at how quickly he managed to make you come. Your body is so responsive to his touch that he simply can’t wait to bury his dick inside you and make you feel even better.
Your hips keep rocking against his palm and you tremble. You can’t really keep your balance as your head starts spinning. Jungkook immediately hugs you tighter, helping you to ride out your violent orgasm. Your body convulses for one last time and you go entirely limp, melting into his arms.
Jungkook, so desperately craving his own release, stands up with your legs wrapped around him and sits you on the chair. You’re still a bit dizzy from your high when your naked ass touches the surface of the wooden seat. He kneels in front of you with his hands around you to prevent you from falling to the ground. A squeaky noise of disappointment escapes your lips as he slowly loosens his hold. Speechless and trembling from the after orgasm shocks which repeatedly surge through your womanhood, deep in your pelvis, you gaze up seeking Jungkook’s eyes. He notices your worried expression and leans in to place a caring kiss on your forehead.
“Baby girl, wait a bit here, please. Will you?” he murmurs caressing your cheek with his hand.
Your eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook raising from his knees to hurriedly take off his t-shirt and sweater. Your jaw drops and you feel a sudden tightness in your chest when Jungkook stands in front of you with his perfectly shaped body. You jump on the chair as the boy suddenly bends over to grab his jacket from the backrest. He freezes for a moment and hovers over you. Helplessly, you let your eyes wander down his upper body. You mewl weakly, his lower abdomen muscles and the hard bulge in his jeans make your mouth water. He looks so delicious you can’t help but reach out to his belt as you lick your lips in anticipation. Jungkook’s body flexes and he frantically grabs your wrists pleading in a weak voice.
“Baby, please… I told you to wait a moment,” he says furrowing his brows as if it was physically painful for him to push you away. He lets go of your wrists and walks away in the direction of the fireplace.
“B-but, Kookie?!” you stutter trying to stand up and follow the boy but you’re forced to sit down as your legs wobble dangerously.
“Noona! Please!” Jungkook turns to look at you with a stern expression on his face. “Just sit there and wait, dammit.” You dig your nails into your thighs and bite your lip as you observe his actions. You hate being ordered around, nevertheless, your body simply won’t budge an inch after Jungkook’s command. He neatly places his jacket and sweater on the floor and then straightens up to evaluate his work.
“This will have to do…,” he grimaces not being entirely satisfied with the result and then hurries over to you.
“Kookie?” you whisper as he effortlessly picks you up from the chair and carries you to the fireplace. He gently lays you on the previously prepared clothes and basically lunges at you, hungrily sucking on your lower lip and moaning into the kiss. His body collapsed on yours and it’s difficult for you to catch a breath. While he is busy assaulting your mouth, you decide to take care of his confined erection sneaking your hands in between your tightly pressed bodies and skilfully unbuckling the belt. Feeling as your fingers work on the zipper of his trousers, Jungkook breaks the kiss, propping himself on his elbows. He grunts in excitation, thrusting his hips into your hands with a predatory look on his face.
“Fuck, Noona. Let me help you,” he kneels between your thighs and hastily tries to remove his trousers. You sit down in order to help him pull them off his rock hard thighs noticing the stickiness and wetness of the material in the area where you were grinding your pussy. Your hands meet as both of you grasp the fabric of his jeans and strip Jungkook naked. His chest is moving up and down in an unsteady rhythm and your own heart quickens its beat as Jungkook reveals more and more of his lower body parts.
“Ooh baby, I can hardly wait,” he moans lewdly once his cock springs out of his pants making you hold your breath for a brief moment. His length is impressive, precum covering his entire shaft with the very tip of his erection having a lovely furious red colour. Jungkook’s penis throbs fuelled by the adrenaline and desire building up in his body. Scared, or maybe totally taken aback by his size, you pull back for a moment. When you look up, you can see that his smile is gone and his eyes are even darker. They narrow dangerously, and then, the boy pushes you on the bed and sits on top of you placing his hands on both sides of your head. His dick rests on your belly, its wet and slick surface tickles your skin and your body shivers. Jungkook focuses on your exposed tits and deliciously erected nipples. His predatory stare embarrasses you to no end but you can’t control your own desire, as once again, your pussy begins pounding in need for Jungkook. You gaze down, at his thick member resting just above your womanhood. Worried and unsure, you furrow your brows. Jungkook’s melodic voice drives away your concerns as the boy leans in and your noses touch.
“It’s all for you, pretty girl,” he whispers and you can feel his hot breath on your lips.
You clear your dry throat before delivering an answer in a shaky voice, “I haven’t had anybody for a while and you’re… You’re s-so-”
Jungkook bites your lower lip not allowing you to finish your sentence. He starts sucking on it and, unexpectedly, grabs your hips and forces you to lay on your side while positioning himself right behind you. He shivers in excitement when his cock rubs against your ass. He pulls you in, pressing your ass cheeks to his veiny dick. He moans and moans fucking your back. His head buried in the crook of your neck while he uses your buttocks to get himself off. He groans and forcefully seizes the underside of your knee to pull your leg up, preparing himself to find a perfect position to thrust into your tight hole.
“You’ll feel good, Baby girl. I promise,” he almost cries out, not being able to surpass his whimpers.
Upon uttering these words, Jungkook froze, not intending to move before getting your approval. You quickly nod, digging your nails into his hip and feeling his lust-tense body right under the palm of your hand. His skin sizzles with desire and, as his arousal has started to cause him pain, Jungkook greedily pushes his entire length into your pink hole while holding your ass in place. He groans and writhes, biting your shoulder as his cock throbs right up from his crotch. The juice-drenched lips of your pussy allowed him to slide in easily, slamming right into your core and brushing with the very tip of his aching dick over your sweet spot. The passion in your belly ignites and, wanting to feel him better inside your hot walls, you push yourself on his dick, frantically moaning his name to encourage him to fill you up with his entire length.
“Fuck, Noona!” the boy whimpers, excitedly pushing forward and stuffing you with his dick.
“That’s it Kookie,” you praise him in between desperate moans causing him to redouble his efforts and increase his speed. He groans in pure pleasure repeatedly pushing in and out of your creamy pussy while holding tight to your hips in order to always bury himself as deep as it’s only possible. His member swells even more and his cock stretches your fuck-tunnel so much you can’t believe it doesn’t hurt. His body spasm and the boy’s movements become frantic as the boy gradually loses his steady tempo.
“Please, Baby! More, give me more!” you wail desperately feeling your pussy lips quivering. You’re so close to your second release that your clit has already started pulsating. Utterly lost, you raise your ass a little and push back, continuously slamming right into Jungkook’s dick to meet his strong thrusts. The boy gives out such delicious sounds you keep on fucking back wanting to hear more of his filthy whimpers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth. Quickly, he grabs your ass and pulls his cock out of your entrance which angers you to no end. You cry out like crazy, feeling so empty and frustrated.
“Get back there! You little shit!” a scream escapes your irritated from moaning throat as your hand reaches to Jungkook’s ass. You scratch his flesh with your nails and squeeze his buttocks hard and long enough for him to beg you to stop. But you don’t.
His head falls back and his cock twitches uncontrollably as he keeps gasping for air. It hurts a lot but the pain mixes with pleasure and he gets dizzy from all the different sensations attacking his needy body.
“Yes, ohh fuckk! Ple-please!” Jungkook pleads not knowing why and what for.
Suddenly, he redirects his pulsating cock and starts grazing with it against your clit. He rubs your pussy lips with his entire shaft, from his swollen balls up to the very tip, giving you shivers of ecstasy. He repeats the movement, sending waves of pleasure through all of your body. You yell out shamelessly, as your pussy lips begin convulsing around his cock. You whimper and your body twists as you feel the thrill of an approaching orgasm. Jungkook moans out loud, amazed at the tingling sensation of your clit throbbing right under his dick. Right then, he simply lifts your hips a bit higher and hammers his cock back into your drenched entrance. You shriek as your walls swallow him all, clenching around his shaft. Your needy pussy grips him hard and Jungkook can’t keep it in anymore. As your pussy walls shudder he starts milking out his cock inside you, climaxing violently. He gives out a guttural groan once you arch your back to adjust to his throbbing dick. He guides you both through your orgasms, fervently thrusting into your core. Gradually, his thrusts become more and more shallow, to the point when both of you stop moving.
Being totally spent, Jungkook gently pulls out of you and basically collapses on top of your trembling body. He is panting heavily, trying to steady his irregular breathing. He smiles warmly at you, which makes you feel weak and defenceless. He cups your face and places a kiss on your forehead purring softly.
“You know, Noona…,” he whispers tenderly as you brush away his damped bangs from his forehead.
“Yeah?” your heart keeps pounding loudly in your chest. Jungkook’s loving stare and handsome face make you feel warm inside.
“I have to admit…,” he begins sheepishly with a little smirk on his face, “I have to admit that I lied to you, you know.”
“Oh really?” you cock your eyebrow matching your smirk with his. “Don’t tell me you’re under 18,” you start giggling being a bit too happy with your smart comeback. Teary-eyed from laughing, you gaze at angry-looking Jungkook. He gives you a sour look showing a bit of his childish side.
“Very funny, indeed. Ehh, Noona! Stop!” he whines pouting his lips which makes you giggle even more. You rake his hair, trying to reconcile with your dissatisfied boy. He gives in once you start kissing his jawline, slowly proceeding to his neck.
“I didn’t have any date, you know?” he confesses, tilting his head to give you a better access to his neck.
You smirk playfully gazing right into his eyes, “I figured out that much.”
He snorts with laughter.
“So, tell me. Were you planning to fuck me, here on the floor, right from the beginning?”
Jungkook smiles triumphantly.
“More or less,” he responds. “I was considering the counter too, though.”
Both of you start laughing heartily and the boy places several kisses on your lips before he begins talking again.
“Mhmm, I was thinking… Can we go out on a date tomorrow?” he asks nervously licking his lip. His fingertips play with the lock of your silky hair.
“You’re doing it all wrong Jungkook. First, you take a girl on a date, and then you fuck her on the floor. Are we clear?”
“So, does it mean you agree?” The anticipation in his eyes is too adorable for you to handle so you hug him tightly, hiding your head in his chest.
“Mhmmm… I could give you a second chance, I suppose.”
The boy forces you to look at him and smiles so brightly your stomach flutters. You close your eyes and, in all honesty, you have never felt happier in your life than now, right in Jungkook’s arms.
A/N: I’m officially back in business! Sorry for being M.I.A for so long, I swear I’m back to stay! Word Count: 4982 Warnings: Fluff, swearing, hints at abuse Requested: Yes!
I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader and Harry Hook somehow end up sharing a room and they don’t really like each other but he has a nightmare and the reader comforts him and realises he isn’t as bad/mean as he seems?
“I can’t continue like this anymore Mal, I’m going to lose my mind” You were holed up in your best friends dorm room trying desperately to chug as much caffeine as you possibly could in the few minutes before you had to head to class. “Surely it’s not that bad Y/N” She replied, handing you another mug of coffee. You downed it in one. “Mal! I’ve been running solely on energy drinks, espresso’s and power naps between tutor sessions for the last three weeks. I shouldn’t be alive at this point. I have not slept in almost a month. A MONTH!” You slammed the mug on the table and scooped together a pile of notebooks and papers. When you looked at your watch you nearly had a mental break down. “Oh great! I’m late for English Lit,” you mumbled under your breath before charging towards the door, an energy bar in your hand. Mal stopped you before you could leave, pushing you back down in you chair. “Y/N, you need to sleep” “I’ll be fine,” You weren’t really in the mood to listen to her, you had a English exam to sit and you were already running behind. “I just don’t understand how he’s managed to keep you awake for this long” She was talking about your new room-mate, the infamous, hook wielding pirate who invaded your living space when he arrived from the isle a few weeks ago. Some how you drew the short straw and were forced to have the unwanted VK as a room-mate; life becoming increasingly more difficult from that moment onwards.Since Harry had arrived he had done nothing but infuriate you, using whatever methods necessary to irritate you. So far the most effective of which had been the sleep deprivation. The pirate would purposely turn all of the lights on whenever you tried to sleep and insisted on playing the sound of crashing waves at all hours during the night. You were one audio file of a seagull away from killing a man. “I just don’t understand how I’ve not strangled him yet” You replied, rolling your eyes to show you were unamused “Now will you let me go Mal?” Your purple haired best friend pulled you into a hug. “Fine. Go ace that stupid exam of yours. Then you sleep” Mal said pointedly, a stern tone in her voice that was almost motherly. “And I’m going to talk to Ben. See if we can get you another roommate” You squeezed her harder before pulling out of the embrace. “Thanks M! I really appreciate it. Now if you excuse me I’m about to go get an A” You saluted her as you headed out of the dorm room and into the English Hall, feeling oddly confident despite the lack of proper rest. Mal burst into a rare hysteric fit of giggles as soon as you were out of ear shot. She knew you’d be asleep within the first twenty minutes of the lesson.
Three words. You had written three words and your eyes were already starting to droop. Three fucking words. Maybe it was the fact that the exam hall was deadly silent or the fact that the lights had been dimmed ever so slightly but you felt the strongest urge to lay your head down on the desk and drift away into a blissful in-interrupted sleep. This was bad., really bad. The English exam was worth a stupidly large percentage of your overall grade and you refused to let some selfish pirate and his odd sleeping habits rob you of your success. “Cowgirl the fuck up Y/N” you whispered under your breath as you forced yourself to prise your eyes open. You were met by death glares from those around you. “Sorry” you mouthed before getting back to scribbling down your answers. No longer caring what the students around you thought, you continued to talk to yourself for motivation. “You’ve got everything under control Y/N, you can stay awake” Everything was not under control, there was no way you were staying awake. To be fair to you, you lasted longer than you thought you would but ten minutes into the exam you were fast asleep.
Tap Tap Tap You felt your whole body groan as you were awoken to the steady sound of metal hitting oak. You were still wrapped a foggy daze after emerging from your nap and you were still unable to comprehend where your were or what time it was. Tap Tap Tap. The noise continued, so you forced yourself to open your eyes and gently scan the room you were in. You saw the desks first, then the chalkboard, then the clock. Then it suddenly clicked. Shit. Tap Tap Tap. The exam was over, all of the other students had left the hall, and you were sat alone at the back of the room, still flat against your desk. You glanced at the paper in front of you, you had’t even finished a paragraph. Tap Tap Tap. It was in that exact moment you realised that you weren’t in fact alone. “Ye look so peaceful when you’re dreaming sweetheart” You felt your blood slowly start to boil as your eyes landed on a particular pirate, sat with his feet up at a desk directly in front of you, taping his hook against the chair leg. Still, the familiar accent sent shivers down your spine. Crooked smile, dark brooding eyes and one dangerous voice, Harry Hook was unbearable. “Don’t you sweetheart me” You hissed glaring at the grinning boy “You’re always so fucking smug aren’t you” “I have no idea what yer talking about” he continued, grinning even wider as he began to stalk towards you. “That was quite a nap ye took there Y/N” You scoffed before shuffling in your seat slightly to wriggle away from Harry’s looming presence, uncomfortable with the lack of space between the two you. “I wonder why,” You whispered under your breath, avoiding eye contact with him. Harry was now stood directly over you, his hand leaning on your desk, one of his boots resting on the edge of your chair. “Ye wouldn’t be blaming me now would ye?” The pirate began, before picking up your test paper and tutting at the lack of content. “ Oh Y/N, it seems as though you’ve lost your touch” He pouted. “Oh Harry,” you said mocking his tone, “It seems as though you’ve forgotten that the only reason I’m going to fail this test is because you won’t let me fucking go to sleep on a night!” You were becoming more and more agitated with the pirate who was pressing his face closer and closer to yours. You gulped, your confidence wavering, when the tip of his nose brushed the skin by your ear. “Ye know yer starting to blush sweetheart” Harry whispered, a cocky edge to his voice. It was true, your cheeks were starting to prickle with heat as Harry moved closer to you still. Something about him just made you uncomfortable, something unhinging yet somehow alluring. He was good looking, there was no doubt about it, and all it took was a flicker of a smile across his lips and you were practically melting. Snap out of it! You yelled to yourself internally. He was an asshole, a sly, impulsive little flirt who made you fail your English final. Yet somehow, you couldn’t stop staring at the blue in his eyes. Harry was smirking again, clearly aware that you had been daydreaming, so you quickly turned the tables in an attempt to salvage your pride. “I’m done here Hook,” You said bluntly, standing up abruptly and slamming your hands on the desk. The sudden movement clearly took Harry by surprise as his smug demeanour dropped for a second, his usual grin drooping a little. He quickly composed himself again though, the facade re-appearing as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. “Leaving so soon sweetheart? I feel slightly offended” You were so close together now, Harry hands snaking towards your waist, his chest pressed against yours. “Let me go Harry,” you growled, trying your best not to make eye-contact with the pirate. You couldn’t trust yourself not to crumble if you looked directly at him. “Why would I do that Y/N?” Harry whispered, as you felt the cool metal of his hook rest against the small of your back. You shuddered. “Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. Me” You pushed him away for good and grabbed your bag, scowling at Harry as you reached down to get it from the floor. You where starting to storm away when Harry called out to you again. “We can finish this tonight sweetheart” Harry called out, his usual Cheshire-cat smirk still plastered across his face. “I wouldn’t count on it” you began, hesitating as you got to the door frame “I’m changing room-mates. Ben’s going to sort it”
It turned out Ben couldn’t sort it, so no more than an hour later you were back at your dorm-room, greeted by the triumphant sniggers of the highly amused pirate. “Back already are ye darling?” Harry teased “Couldn’t get enough of me hey?” You purposely ignored him, charging over to your bed and dumping your binders and notebooks on the quilt cover. Harry followed you, sitting at the foot of the bed and picking up one of your books. You snatched it immediately from him. “What’s wrong with ye sweetheart,” he said patronisingly, “Anybody would think ye didn’t like me” “I don’t” you said pointedly. “Come on, work with me here Y/N,” He was still smirking like a dickhead “Do ye ever stop being uptight” You stopped what you were doing to glare at the boy and throw a pencil at him. “Do you ever stop being a psychotic man whore?” You fired back, really not in the mood for his ridiculous antics. He put his hands to his face, resting his cheeks in his palms and pouted; whimpering as if he was offended by what you had said. You sucked your teeth. “Ye really don’t like me do ye?” Harry laughed “No” You replied bluntly, your mind drifting to the amount of grovelling you were going to have to do the following day to get your English teacher to let you redo the exam. “Ye really should ye know - start liking me - we could have really hit it off” The pirate teased as he inched slightly closer to you again. You huffed, you’d had enough. “Any chance of ditching the industrial lights and sound effects tonight or what?” You asked brightly, shifting your voice to make it sound more optimistic. “Nah” “Then this conversation is over”
The two of you barely spoke for the rest of the night. Well. Harry had tried to his best to flirt his way out of your bad books but quickly relented once a hardback novel went flying across the room and hit him in the head. It was safe to say he didn’t bother you for the rest of the night. Once it had started to get dark outside you changed into your pyjama’s, ditching the floral skater dress in favour of a soft oversized shirt. “Harry! Hurry up in the bathroom I need to get changed!” You yelled at him through the crack in the bathroom door. You didn’t trust the pirate enough for you to get changed out in the open of the dorm room - in fear that he may come charging through whilst you were mid-way through taking off your dress. “Ye know sweetheart it would be a lot easier for ye to just get changed in ye bloody bedroom” The bathroom door swung open and you were face to face with the pirate who was leaning against the door frame. “I don’t want to be exposed,” you huffed defensively, putting an emphasis on the last word which made Harry chuckle. “Ye strange Y/N Ye know” Harry laughed genuinely, his blue eyes lighting up at the way you wrinkled your nose. There were times, although they were rare, when Harry did this, little pockets of random happiness where the pirate simply spoke his mind. It intrigued you. But then again there were far more frequent times when Harry would deprive you of sleep and embarrass you in front of your friends just to spite you. It was unsurprisingly hard to overlook. “Just let me get changed you scoundrel” you said lightly, pushing him out of the bathroom and locking the door behind you.
When you walked out of the bathroom Harry was laid on the sofa, his arms and legs stretched out along the arm-rests as you walked past him. He smirked. “Oh Y/N!” He called softly in a sing-song voice, the teasing obvious in his tone. You ignored him as you made your way over over to your bed, unfolding the covers and clambering inside. “Y/N sweetheart, are ye ignoring me?” The pirate continued, not even turning his head to look at you. “I’m trying to sleep,’ You snapped at him, irritation making you hostile “Although, I’m sure it’s a pointless exercise, you never turn that bloody sound system off” Harry made a mock whimpering noise, before spinning around to face you, a condescending smirk plastered all over his face. He cocked his head at you. “No eye mask?” The pirate asked you with a wicked gleam in his eye. He huffed loudly. You had bought an eye mask, along with some ear buds, in the hope that you’d be able to ignore Harry at night, but you had come back to find they had all gone confidently missing. Asshole. “Do you ever give it a rest Harry?” You asked. You sound more desperate than you had originally planned. Harry only smirked wider. Then he stood up. Walked towards the TV. And turned on the stereo system.
There wasn’t much surprise that you were still awake at two am, even if your patience was wearing thin. Your whole body ached with tiredness, your eyes hollowed, your head pounding, yet there was no way you could sleep. Everything was too bright, everything was too loud. Every limb groaned. You had no idea how Harry could sleep like this, hell you didn’t even know if the pirate slept at all! You grabbed another pillow and pressed it over your head, trying to drowned out the incessant sound of crashing waves in vain, you knew it wouldn’t work, it never did. You sat bolt upright in your bed, scowling deeper than you ever had before. Enough was enough. You were stood up one, fists clenched ready to confront Harry when…
Darkness. You were plunged into complete darkness. Every light in the whole dorm room went out in one quick burst, every lamp, every night light gone, as if someone had blown out a cake-ful of birthday candles. Even the blinking numbers on the microwave had disappeared, anything remotely electrical turned off, sent to slumber But that wasn’t all. Silence. A long awaited, precious quietness fell upon the dorm room, no more waves, no more seagulls, no more sounds of the sea. Just quiet. You smirked to yourself. Saved by the power cut. “The fuck Y/N?” Yelled the pirate, leaping up from his bed and clicking the switches on the lamps beside him frantically. It was your turn to smirk, giggling to yourself as Harry tried to turn the lights back on, clearly thinking this was your doing. Didn’t they have power outages on the Isle? “Relax Harry,” you said plainly “It’s a power cut, nothing to do with me. I doubt they’ll sort the electrics out until the morning though so just go to sleep for god sake” “Ye sounding way too happy about this ye know. Just ye wait until I-” “Good night Harry” You said climbing back into bed. You couldn’t see him in the darkness but you could hear that he had stopped moving. Maybe you were actually going to sleep for once. “Ye wouldn’t get it Y/N!” He started to shout “I can’t bloody-” “Good night Harry” you repeated, cutting him off. You were smiling to yourself as your head hit the pillow, the muffled babbling of Harry mumbling profanities making you grin. It was going to be a good night.
Or so you thought. You had slept blissfully for a few hours but soon you were wriggling and writhing in your bed sheets uncomfortably. You were freezing. The dorm room was no warmer than outside, the beginning of a gale billowing, ice creeping along the window panes. “Of course” You sighed to yourself, “The power cut’s knocked off the boiler” You curled up further into a ball, the only warmth from your own body, the ice blocks that had replaced your hands buried deep within your thighs. So much for a good nights sleep. You knew then that you wouldn’t be drifting off and time soon and huffed to yourself, Harry for once could not be blamed. Wind rattled at the guttering and rain beat down against the glass window as you propped yourself upright, starting to shiver properly for the first time. You pulled the threadbare shirt over your knees as you tried to salvage any warmth you could but it was know use, you would just have to deal with being cold. You were considering going to find Mal in her room when your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of somebody unmistakeable afraid.
Your eyes had pretty much adjusted to the dark, the silhouette of Harry shooting up from his mattress unmissable. He was gasping for air, panting and holding his head in his hands as he tried to return his breathing to normal. You were stunned, even through the darkness you could see all of his muscles were tense, the moonlight leaking through the curtains illuminating beads of sweat on his forehead. Harry was a lot of things, scared wasn’t one of them. “Harry,” you called lightly, hardly daring to raise your voice above a whisper “You okay?” The pirate shot his head around so he was facing you, his eyes wide for a second with alarm before his face settled into a blank unrevealing expression, no familiar smirk in sight. Now you were concerned. He grumbled something unintelligible and the paused, as if considering whether to speak or not, before taking a deep breath and offloading whatever was on his mind to you. “I have constant nightmares okay!” He practically shouted as if he was admitting it to himself for the first time “I wasn’t being an asshole to ye, with the music and the lights, I just needed to hear the sea, it helps ye know. Ye probably think it’s pathetic but I can’t sleep without the fucking light on” He paused before continuing” Don’t ye dare laugh at me Y/N, I’ll gut ye with me hook if ye even think about telling anyone" You didn’t have the slightest idea what to do with all this new information. It stunned you, not adding up to the twisted image of the flirty pirate you had in your mind. You were baffled. “Harry you know full well I wouldn’t” You whispered earnestly. You cocked your head at the pirate at the other end of the room. Harry Hook had nightmares. Harry Hook who tried to set the King on fire when he first came to Auradon, Harry Hook who scared little kids for fun, Harry Hook who flirted with you just to make you embarrassed, had nightmares. Nightmares so bad that he had to turn all of the lights on and and play the sound of the ocean to himself. He wasn’t finished yet. “I’ve always had someone to cuddle with, usually CJ” Harry continued, as you tried to picture the pirate cuddled up to his sister. Piece by piece the arrogant intimidating persona you had come to associate with Harry was coming undone “Now, I realise we are not exactly on that level but yer the only one here and I’m really scared to go to sleep” It took a while for you to register what he was saying. He wanted to cuddle with you. Not in a flirtatious seductive attempt but in fearful, vulnerable kind of way. You both needed to sleep you guessed. “Y/N?” He called through the darkness, almost desperately. A knot was starting to grow in your stomach and before you knew it your were stood up, ambling towards the boy. “I’m warning you Hook” you said gently as you reached his mattress “I’m absolutely freezing”
He untucked the bed covers so you could climb in the bed beside him, wiggling as far as he could to the right side of the bed so you could lay on the left. You didn’t touch, you didn’t speak, you just laid there, you still shivering, him still slightly traumatised from whatever was haunting his dreams. All together, it was unbearabley awkward. “What was it?” You said eventually, you words slicing through the uneasy silence. You felt Harry turn around to face you, his blue eyes blinking at you in confusion. The bed covers wrinkled as he shifted, the crumpling sound the only thing that you could hear. He was bare chested you realised, and forced yourself to draw your eyes away from his exposed torso before he noticed you staring and focus back on his face. “What?” He asked plainly, his eyes looking tired for the first time, remnants of black eyeliner smudged across his cheeks. “The nightmare” you prompted, keeping your voice as soft as possible. Harry inhaled sharply and let out a large breath, the warmth hitting your skin. “It’s the same fucking one every time” The pirate spat, his eyes looking upwards as his jaw clenched, as if he was angry at something you couldn’t see. “I’m back on the Isle. I can’t be older than about seven and its him, it’s always him” “Who Harry?” You reached for Harry’s hand, or maybe he reached or yours, it was hard to tell. You intertwined your fingers instinctively, a jolt of electricity sparking between the two of you. You were certain Harry felt it too as he looked at you strangely an unreadable expression settling across his face. Neither of you moved your palms. Harry’s jaw was set in place now, his eyes narrowing with a kind of anger that you knew wasn’t directed at you. “My Father. He used to…he used to -” He never finished his sentence. He didn’t need to. And of course there was nothing that you could have said after that. Sometimes all the words in the whole English language won’t be enough, they won’t help. But he kept looking at you, the bluish-steel of his eyes glassed over and you knew. You knew you couldn’t just lay there any longer.
Just as another bite of cold wind swept under your nightshirt, your hands moved around Harry’s middle, his skin warm and soft. In seconds his body moulded to your own, sharing his body heat as easily as you shared your heart. “Hey,” you whispered to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck “If it’s any compensation, you’re not half as bad as I thought” Harry chuckled lightly, but only squeezed you tighter. He had never let another close to him like this, close enough to share breaths, close enough to share secrets. “Yer quite something Y/N,” He whispered, slowly returning back to his self again. You snuggled further into him, grateful for the warmth and the unlikely comfort you found in the pirate’s arms. You wrapped yourself around his shoulders, pulling him close and gently rubbing his arm. Despite the heaviness in your stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. You sunk into the warmth of his side and Harry reciprocated, the two of you giggling at things that simply weren’t funny, both appreciative of the friendly gesture. But it was more than that. Way more than just friendly. There was something else there, a spark of something more than platonic. You had hugged plenty of friends before and it had never been like this. Not ever You hadn’t run your hands through their dishevelled hair and nearly stopped breathing when they stroked yours. You hadn’t traced the contours of the chest or stared when they bit their lips. They hadn’t nipped at your skin playfully with their teeth when you joked about thinking they were a psycopath. They hadn’t cupped your face with their rough palms and told you you were different, different and yet so beautiful. You hadn’t blushed. They hadn’t noticed and said it cute. You hadn’t wanted to kiss them so badly it almost ached. But you did with Harry. And it scared you a little. “You smell like sea salt,” you whispered, the tiredness making you act completely delirious “And metal” “Metal?” Harry asked with a raised eyerbrow, stifling a laugh. “Metal” You confirmed adamantly, before breaking out in a yawn. Harry looked at you questioningly. “What?” You defended “You do. It’s not a bad thing” Harry chuckled at you and you untangled yourself from him, twisting to face away from the pirate.
You started to snuggle down into you pillow when you stopped abruptly. Your eyes shot open. He kissed your shoulder. He kissed your shoulder. Harry freaking Hook just kissed your shoulder. And then he did it again. Before your better judgement could take over you turned around, grabbed the bottom of his jaw and pushed his face towards yours. You were staring at his lips now, doing whatever you could to resist them. Don’t do it Y/N, don’t do it. Come on. Will power, self-control, self-restraint. Stop staring at him, you don’t want to kiss him, you don’t. Resist the sexy pirate, resist the pirate RESIST! You did not resist “Just so you know Harry, I am about to punch you on the mouth with my own mouth, softly, because I think I like y-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence. He kissed you. Without warning, without permission. Without even consciously deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else. You lips crashed together, quickly falling into rhythm as you tilted your head backwards. You felt Harry’s lips curl up into a smile under your own. You pulled away from him, playfully swatting him on the arm. “You could have given me a heads up Hook?” You giggled, running your fingers up and down his bare arms. Harry chuckled airily at you. “What ye were taking too long” He was smirking again. You breathed a sigh of relief, he was smirking again. “Who said I wanted to kiss you Mr. Stinky Metal Pirate” “Ye did not seriously call me Mr. Stinky Metal Pirate?” “I did” You were trying not to burst into a fit of giggles. “I do not smell like bloody metal” “Oh Harry darling” you said in a joking tone “But you d-”
In a split second he pulled your hands away from him and picked you up under arms, pulling you in front of him. You were pinned down, him over the the top of you grinning like an idiot. You were both laughing. “Harold Hook” you said with mock sadness “You’ve picked the wrong girl to mess with” You rolled to the side, escaping his grip and flipped him over, sitting on top of him. You pushed his chest down, your hands pressed against his torso. “Y/N” he said softly, staring directly into your eyes. He leant his forehead against yours. “Harry” He inched his head closer to yours so that you could feel the warmth of his breath. You pulled slightly away but he pulled you back, pressing his mouth against your ear, whispering to you softly. “Anything ye want to tell me lass” “Yeah” you laughed, squirming as his lips tickled your skin “If you don’t want to smell like metal, maybe don’t carry a hook around everywhere” Before you could say anything, he sprung upwards scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder “Un-hand me you beast” you screamed as you flailed your limbs. He eventually let you go and you pushed him backwards on his bed, kneeling your legs either side of him. He wrestled you to the bed again. You tried to push him off, your palms flat against his and you both collapsed in a tangled heap on the floor. You sat up, giggling like little girls. You stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep” You said eventually. “Okay” he said simply grinning at you.
At that exact moment every light switched on one by one, flickering into action. You clasped at your ears when the stereo turned back on, playing the track at a significantly louder volume than it had originally been set at. Both you and Harry groaned but then started to laugh. “Powers back then I guess” You said as you watched Harry wrestling with the speakers to turn them off. “Yeah” the pirate awkwardly said, setting the remote down once it was quiet again. “Still want to cuddle?” You asked hopefully, turning out all of the lights except for he lamp closest to Harry’s bed. He looked up at you, grinned, then looked back at the floor. “Ye’ve just read my mind Y/N” He turned off the final light once you both laid together, you’re head resting on his chest listening to the gentle rise and fall of his breathing in the darkness. Finally, for the first time in months, you drifted off into a blissful, uninterrupted sleep.