The Crimson Shell

the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au — w.c: 1.9k — warnings: mild stalking, near drowning, mentions of eating humans — notes: just wanted to contribute something to mermay! this is also my first time attempting to do anything in the realms of yandere (and mermaids!), so pls be nice lol. in this universe everyone is referred to as a mermaid, no matter what gender they are. this will most likely be a two or three part series with jk growing more and more obsessed as he gets y/n into his scaly clutches :)

Part I / II / III / IIII

— summary: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

You inhale deeply, enjoying the salty smell that so uniquely belongs to the ocean. The last rays of sun are slowly disappearing behind the horizon, painting the skies and the waves in hues of deep pink and purple. You’re going to miss this view.

You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse sand as you let the gentle breeze caress your face. You’ve been looking forward to this for years, but now that your departure is so imminent, it feels more scary than liberating. The time has come to finally leave your home behind, and you feel a pang of regret as you realize you might not see your friends or family for a very long time to come.

Years of saving up your measly paychecks have finally paid off, and you’re setting sail for an island you’ve been hearing constant murmurs about for the last few months. Originally, you were only going to travel to the next kingdom over, hoping to find more suitable work there to help your parents stay afloat. But the talk of the mystery island abundant with riches piped your interest more than you would like to admit – and you’ve never been one to shy away from adventure.

However, you weren’t stupid enough to just blindly trust the rumours milling around your little town. In fact, you wholeheartedly believed it to be a scam until a familiar face suddenly turned up in the town square only a few weeks ago.

You hadn’t seen Jimin ever since he set sail for the unknown six months ago; and so everyone, including yourself, had presumed that your talkative neighbour had met an ill fate, and was floating at the bottom of the sea. You realized you couldn’t have been more wrong when Jimin returned with riches you never expected you would ever lay eyes on, his whole body adorned with various diamonds and gold chains.

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Choose Me, Love Me

A/N: oops got a little more angsty than usual 😬 i had this in my head for a while and finally was able to write it, so I hope it came out well! (also I have no idea how guns work but i’m just going to pretend that i do for the sake of the plot 😅) - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your temper runs high after a miscommunication during a case, making you feel like your relationship is in trouble. (based on 1x18)

CW: angst (that gets resolved), anxiety, jealousy.

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It had been a long day. 

You came to check on Spencer when you had a lull in your schedule, since you knew he was the only one in charge of watching the victim. You figured he might be having a hard time with babysitting duty. 

Instead, you came in to find the house completely empty. This immediately gave you an uneasy feeling, so you took out your gun as a precaution. It was currently loaded with blanks, since you didn’t want to shoot the victim as a knee-jerk reaction if you were surprised. 

You cautiously walked through the house, a feeling of dread creeping through you. Eventually, you found the backyard doors wide open, and you approached them tentatively. You saw movement in the pool, but you didn’t have time to feel relieved that everyone was alive and safe. 

You saw Spencer, in the pool, being pulled in by his tie, looking like he was about to kiss the woman he was in charge of protecting. 

You felt a surge of emotions so intense you couldn’t even identify all of them; anger? Jealousy? Resentment? Anguish? Heartache? Whatever you were feeling, it wasn’t good. 

You couldn’t even rationalize yourself before acting; it was almost as if your body was moving on its own, since your mind was overloaded with emotions. Suddenly you were pulling out your gun, shooting a blank right at the edge of the pool, away from the both of them but close enough to make them jump. 

They practically jumped out of their skin in fright, probably thinking the unsub had come while they weren’t paying attention. They turned to look at you, your gun still pointed at the pool. A mix of confusion and annoyance was on the girl’s face, but Spencer looked practically petrified, his eyes wide and remorseful. 

You looked at both of them before you spoke, spitting out venom with each word because of how angry you were at that moment. “You’re lucky the unsub isn’t here. You would both be dead before you could even react.” With that, you just turned to walk away, striding back into the house. 

You heard Spencer calling your name, his voice strained and emotional. You didn’t turn back to look at him. You couldn’t. You had to hold your breath to stop yourself from sobbing. 

You heard Derek and Elle approaching from outside the yard, saying something about finding paparazzi taking pictures in the bushes. You heard their voices quickly getting quieter and quieter as you were angrily striding away, but you could still hear their confusion. 

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Elle ask. “What the hell did you do? She’s pissed.”

You heard footsteps starting to follow you before they were cut off, and you could picture Derek putting a hand on Spencer’s chest when he said. “Kid, I know you don’t know women that well, so let me tell you: do not follow her right now.”

“But-“ Spencer’s voice came out shaky, agonized. “I have to talk to her-“

“No, you don’t,” Derek cut him off. “Not right now. You’re only going to make things worse. You can’t rationalize your way through that kind of anger.”

You guessed his words got through to Spencer, since you didn’t hear anyone following you after that. 

You strode through the house until you reached the car you drove here in, getting in the driver’s seat and slamming the door behind you. You ran a shaky hand through your hair, trying to calm yourself before hitting your hands once against the steering wheel. You put your head in your hands, biting your tongue to keep yourself from yelling. You couldn’t even cry; all your thoughts were jumbled in your head, your heart thrumming so hard in your chest you thought it was going to burst out of it. 

You sat in that purgatory of emotions, sometimes letting out tearless sobs, wanting to scream but having the slightest self control and just containing the sound to sobs. After what felt like a very long time, you heard your cell phone go off, indicating you have a text. You pulled it out of your pocket and looked at the screen:

HOTCH: Come to the station. Now. 

You huffed, throwing your phone in the passenger seat before starting the car. I guess word got back to Hotch already, you thought. 

You tried to compose yourself on the drive back to the station, attempting to figure out some kind of excuse for why you shouldn’t be fired. Hopefully you didn’t have to resort to begging. 

You walked through the station, trying to keep an even pace and a level head. But every time you remembered what you saw, you were filled with anger all over again. By the time you got to the door, your emotions were at a loud simmer. 

Hotch was sitting at a table in a closed off room, looking up at you as you walked in, his face as stoic as always. He gestured to a chair across the table from him. “Sit.”

You closed the door behind you, swallowing and taking a deep breath. This felt like being called into the principal’s office and being grounded by your parents at the same time. 

You took your seat across from Hotch, crossing your legs, trying to compose yourself as he spoke directly. “Care to explain yourself?”

You gritted your teeth as you remembered what happened, the anger making your blood boil all over again. “I went to check out the situation. They were being careless, so I wanted to show them that they needed to be more careful.” You tried your best to keep your voice level, but there was still a hint of animosity. 

“They were being careless?” He raised an eyebrow at you, his voice stern. “You don’t think firing a gun that close to an agent and a victim is just as, if not more, careless?”

You flared your nostrils, angry and ashamed all at once. “I fired a blank-“

“And that’s the only reason  why you’re not fired right now,” he cut you off. “I should be writing a termination letter right now, and I would be if there were real bullets in that gun.” 

You huffed, crossing your arms. “They were out in the open while the unsub, who I don’t think I have to mention has been shooting people in the head, was out looking for the victim. I was trying to protect them.”

He looked at you the whole time you spoke, boring holes into your face. You didn’t even think he blinked this whole time. 

His voice was still stern, but it was now a bit quieter. “Really? Are you sure this is about the safety of the victim, and not your personal relationship?”

You let out a frustrated breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. The team had recently found out about your relationship with Spencer, so there was no avoiding this question. “No,” you lied. “It’s not personal. All professional.” There was no point in lying; he’d be able to see right through you. But you couldn’t admit to your boss that you were tempted to shoot a victim because she put her hands on your boyfriend. 

Hotch’s expression never changed, but you could tell he didn’t believe you. “I don’t want you out in the field for the rest of this case.” He held out his hand, and he didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was asking you to give him your gun. 

You reached for your holster and placed the gun in his hand, more forcefully than you should’ve. “Can I go now?”

He started to stand up, but spoke sternly before he did. “This is a job that cannot let actions be clouded by personal feelings. Your judgment needs to be impartial and professional, and not dictated by emotions. Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded curtly, letting out a deep breath before replying, “Crystal.”

He nodded back at you, standing up and motioning towards the door. “We’ll talk more about this later.”

You walked out the door, rubbing your face with your hands, the stress from the day making your whole body tense. 

You started to walk towards the exit when you heard a voice addressing you. “So, how screwed are you?”

You looked over to see Elle, who probably eavesdropped on most, if not all, of the conversation. You sighed, shaking your head. “Well, I still have a job. That’s about the only good thing that has happened today.”

She leaned on the wall, crossing her arms. “Why’d you do that? What happened?”

You buried your face in your hand, feeling the surge of anger again. You didn’t even try to hide it this time. “I went to the house because I figured Spence could use some help, or at least some company. But when I got there, that… that…” You bit your tongue, stopping yourself from calling her every bad name you could think of. “She was all over him, and if I didn’t do something she would’ve kissed him.” You sucked in a breath, feeling like tears were going to start coming if you didn’t hold your breath. 

She nodded, waiting for you to finish before speaking. “And? Would it really be the end of the world if that happened? Just a little kiss?”

You crossed your arms, your nails digging into your skin. “I just… I couldn’t let it happen. She’s this gorgeous Hollywood model, actress, whatever. If she’s interested in him, why would he want to be with me?” A sob escaped your lips involuntarily as you admit what’s been in the back of your head this whole time. “And I really don’t want that to happen, because… I love him.”

“Have you told him that?” She asked, her voice light but serious. 

You paused before shaking your head. Your relationship with Spencer was still relatively new, and you hadn’t exchanged “I love you”s yet, even though you felt it every time you looked at him

“I think it’s time you do, then,” she replied. “If it’s this important to you.”

You just nodded, knowing she was right. You wanted to tell him for a while now, but you were scared. Scared of your own feelings, of his potential reaction… everything. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I… have to go back to the hotel. I’m gonna take some time alone to think.”

She waved you off, nodding, and you finally walked back to your car, knowing you needed to sort this all out in your head. 

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You were lying down on the hotel bed, alone with your thoughts all day, and you hadn’t heard anything about the case from anybody. You hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten when you heard a soft, familiar knock on the door. 

You held your breath, hoping that he would go away if you didn’t answer. You sat in darkness for a while, ignoring when he asked to come in. Finally, you heard a click in the door and you cursed silently, forgetting you had given Spencer a key to your room when you got here. 

You couldn’t look at him, opting instead to look at the wall opposite him. His footsteps were slow and careful, as if he were approaching a rabid animal. “… Please,” he started, his voice quiet and meek. “Just let me explain what happened today.”

You crossed your arms, still looking away from him. You knew he was making those big, pleading eyes at you, and you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing that right now. You kept silent, but you didn’t make him leave. 

He saw that as a good sign, and approached you, sitting at the edge of the other side of the bed. “Listen, nothing happened between us.” He spoke quietly, his voice level but sincere. “I didn’t know what was happening. I was panicking, trying to think of how to politely turn her down, but everything was happening so fast and I…” He trailed off, taking a deep breath. “… I messed up. I admit that. But I didn’t mean to.”

You listened to his voice, which somehow still sounded like music to your ears even though his words were filled with remorse. You just stayed still, taking everything in, not trusting yourself enough to try to respond. 

He tried to move into your line of sight, standing in front of you, but you kept your head down. 

“… I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I’m so sorry. You have every right to be angry with me, just…” His tone was so dejected, and you could tell he was truly pouring his heart out. “… Please, look at me.”

You took a deep breath, slowly picking your head up and meeting his eyes. He was making the exact face you expected, his big, sad eyes silently begging you to say something. 

You tried to search for any words to say, but they all got caught in your throat. Your lip started to quiver as a tear finally fell from your eye. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath. “I…” you started, shaking your head as if that would put all your thoughts in order. “I don’t…”

You opened your eyes to look at him again, and you could feel all your anger crumbling, disappearing all at once. Which only made it feel worse. His somber eyes made your heart ache, and you just couldn’t be the cause of them anymore. After a pause, you patted the seat next to you, and he moved to you immediately, like a puppy commanded to sit. 

You took a deep breath, looking down. “… I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, obviously. I was way over the line.” You wrung your hands together, staring at them as if they were the most interesting scenery right now. “I just, seeing you with her… I felt like all my fears were coming true. That you wanted someone else… someone better than me.” Tears started rolling down your cheeks now. “I know I’m not as pretty as her, and I thought, why would you ever want me if someone like that is within reach?” You rubbed your eyes, shaking your head. “I never thought I could feel jealousy like that, but… every bad thought I’ve ever had about myself came rushing through my head, and I thought for sure I was going to lose you.” You swallowed hard, finally looking at him again, letting the words roll off your tongue before you could take them back. “And I couldn’t bear it, because… I love you.” 

You could hear his breath hitch, bracing yourself. For what? Something bad? Something good? 

He looked straight into your eyes, his hand tilting your chin up towards him. “I love you too,” he spoke, as if he’d never been more sure of anything in his life. “And I would never replace you with anyone. You’ll never need to be jealous. I barely even gave her a second glance, and I only did because I had to protect her. It’s my job.” He wiped a tear off your cheek, his touch gentle and slow. “If I thought she was going to come onto me, I would’ve asked somebody else to go to the house.”

You could finally breathe again, the tears in your eyes now happy ones after hearing his words, a confession of love. You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and he pressed his cheek to the top of your head. “I love you,” he repeated, his voice radiating such warmth and affection. 

“I love you,” you said again, as if testing the sound it made, like tuning an instrument. It sounded better each time you said it. 

You just sat there in each others’ arms for a while, neither of you speaking a word, just letting the feelings sink in. After a while, once all the tension faded, you both pulled back, looking at each other and smiling. 

After another few moments, you spoke lightheartedly. “I’m really glad you feel the same way, because I definitely almost got fired over this.”

He laughed softly, slight concern in his eyes. “But you didn’t, right? I still get to see you at work every day?”

“We’ll see,” you responded. “Hotch said we have to talk again, so… I’m not out of the woods yet.”

He hugged you to his chest, a hand running through your hair. “I can vouch for you. Maybe it’ll help.”

You smiled at the affectionate touch, leaning into it. “How about you talk to him, and I just skip it altogether?”

He shook his head, a playful smile on his face. “I love you, but I can’t perform miracles.” 

You stayed together the rest of the night, even sleeping in the same room even though you never did that when you were out on a case. It was like you didn’t want to be apart now that you both understood your feelings better. You felt like you could get through anything together now. 

Eat Me

Forbidden Fables masterlist

Everyone in wonderland knew the story of the little girl who had come through the rabbit hole and caused so much trouble. Everyone knew how the foundations of their land had been turned on its head after her visit. The little girl escaped back to her own world, but she’d left wonderland in ruins however unintentionally. 

There was no more white queen, no more red queen. There was only the king of hearts and the tyrannical hold he had over wonderland.

The flowers didn’t sing anymore. There were no tea parties thrown by the hatter and the march hare, no door mice in teapots. The land of magic and wonder that the little girl remembered was gone. In its place was a world shaped by the king of hearts in his own image. 

“Your majesty!” a trembling vasel approached the throne of the king dreading his master’s reaction to the news he was about to deliver. 

“What?” The king snapped, dark gaze fixed on the cause of the interruption to his day. 

“We found her, your majesty.” the poor man squeaked trembling in his boots. “We found the girl.” 

The king’s eyes filled with a kind of dark delight that sent a chill through everyone who saw it. “Send the rabbit. Bring her home.” 

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Broken Mind, Broken Soul

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: heavy angst, abuse scars, post-prison!spencer, parent/domestic violence (implicit), pretending to be fine when you're not, smut (maybe considered CNC? i'm not sure but better but that on here)

Summary: Spencer is back from prison so he’s trying to pick up the pieces and get back into his old life. Something is off about you but he respects your boundaries until he sees what you’ve been hiding from him.

Square Filled: cold-blooded torture for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Spencer is home. He’s home and everything is going to go back to the way it was. He’s not going to find you. He’s not going to hurt you anymore. You want to be happy that your boyfriend is out of prison after nearly three months of being locked up for a crime he didn’t do. He suffered in there and you couldn’t do anything about it. He’s home now, and everyone is so happy to see him.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror and try not to break down in tears. This day is for Spencer. He’s home. You can take a break from your personal shit to give him a proper welcome home. If you can do that, you might make it out of this alive. You shake your head and plaster a smile on your face, one that looks like you’re not dying inside.

You leave the bathroom in search of your boyfriend who is spending time outside away from everyone. Spencer must have gone through hell inside the four walls of the prison so it’s a bit overwhelming to be back to his normal life. Everyone must understand that because they’re inside having a good time and giving Spencer his space.

You push past everyone and walk over to Henry’s small playground. Spencer is swinging lightly on the swings and you stand by him, waiting for him to look at you. When he does, you can see how empty they are. God, Spencer, what happened to you? You hope your eyes aren’t as empty as his. You’re really trying hard to put on a brave face but you’re not sure how much longer you can do this.

“Hey,” you say softly.

“Hey, yourself.” You walk around the other swing and sway in sync with Spencer. “Tell me what you’ve been up to since I was gone?”

You were and are afraid of this question. You’ve been preparing yourself for this question since hearing he was coming back but you never knew how to answer it. One wrong word and he’ll know exactly what you’ve been up to.

“You know, working cases like normal. We helped a lot of people but it wasn’t the same without you. I just tried to get through the day every day.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he sighs.

He believes you. He has no reason not to. Spencer looks at you to see a faraway look in your eyes. Maybe it’s just him but something might not be right. The look is gone in a split second and you’re back to pretending. Maybe it’s just him.

“Look, I know Rosis wanted to throw you this party but want to go home?”

“Yeah, I do,” he nods.

You two say your goodbyes to everyone before heading home. The drive is silent like you two don’t know how to talk to each other anymore. Sure, it could be the fact that Spencer has been in prison this whole time but he suspects something else happened. You two didn’t talk much but he doesn’t know what could be bothering you.

It’s been nearly three months without you in his bed, and he can’t help himself when he sees you in his bed. It’s been three months since he’s touched you so he walks over to you and crawls up your body. You want to enjoy this. You want to be here for him but you’re stuck inside your own head. You don’t dare let him know what you’re thinking so maybe if you go along with it, you can slip further into the facade you’re putting up.

You two kiss but he’s so wound up that he doesn’t register that you’re not as into it as he is. You’re here for him, that’s all that matters. You’re okay with this even if your body is telling you no. He reaches for your shirt but you’re quick to grab his hands to stop him.

“Keep the shirt on.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just want my shirt to stay on.”

“Okay,” he nods respectfully.

He kisses you in all the right spots and touches you where he knows you like to be touched. He is doing absolutely everything right so why do you want to break down in tears right now? Get it together. Just give him what he wants. It might fix you. So, you listen to that part of your brain. He flips you so you’re on your stomach and fucks you from behind. You grip the sheets tightly and put your face in the bed so he doesn’t see the tears, so he doesn’t hear your cries.

You love Spencer and you’re trying hard not to let him see your true feelings. You don’t want to hurt him. It has nothing to do with him but you’re scared to let him see just how broken you are. Thankfully, he’s spent by the time he’s done so he doesn’t see the tears on your cheeks. You immediately roll over and put your head over his heart, and he runs his fingers through your hair. He moves his hands down to your back but you immediately spring away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just need to shower.” He goes to move. “Alone.”

He watches you disappear into the bathroom with a frown. Since the BAU is requesting that Spencer take some time off, he is forced to stay home while you go to work. Everything seems to be the same but this time, you’re gone before he can wake up, and you get home right before he goes to bed. You don’t change in front of him anymore which is the first red flag. He has seen every intimate part of your body, tasted every part of you, so why are you hiding from him now? He’s not going to be a dick and force you to do something you don’t want to do, but why now?

What happened to you while he was in prison?

“Hey, are we okay?” Spencer asks one night after you had just gotten home from work.

“Of course we are.”

“Okay, because if we aren’t, you’d tell me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Spencer.”

You walk into the bathroom to take a bath, leaving him to pick up the pieces you didn’t know you dropped. I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. It’s the “be” part that is setting off alarm bells. If you had said, “I’m fine”, he would have passed it off and left you alone. The fact that you added the word “be” means you’re definitely not fine. The last time you said, “I’ll be fine” was when he had to pry you from your cold-hearted and evil father’s arms right before he went to prison for what he did to you.

Damn, he should have seen the signs before. You had shut everyone down. You didn’t want to be kissed or touched. You stayed in bed for seventy-two straight hours before Spencer had to force you out of it. Your father is and was an evil man who did untold cold-blooded torture to his own daughter. Your emotional scars don’t show but the physical ones do--whip marks, cigarette burns, and stab wounds. Anything to get his anger out.

Spencer walks to the bathroom carefully and knocks twice on the door. When you don’t answer, he pushes the door open to see you with your back turned toward him. There are newer and fresh scars on your back from the same kind of torture. Some are pinker than others. These ones are recent but how can this be? He hasn’t let you out of his sight since… Prison. He kneels next to the tub and looks at you but you’re not seeing him. You’re staring at the faucet as a single drop of water leaks from it.

“Who did this to you?” Spencer asks angrily. You don’t answer. “Was it your father?”

“He got out of prison when you went in. He found me at work and took me back to that farm,” you whisper. “I was just about to take two weeks off so no one questioned why I was gone. He kept me for three before he just let me go. I got back just days before you did.”

It takes Spencer five minutes to say something because of how angry he is, and he has all this pent-up anger that he’d love to get out.

“Is he breathing?” You can only nod in response. “Not for long, he won’t.”

Your head snaps up at his response but he’s already by the door.

“What are you going to do?”

“Something I should have done the first time around. That man will never touch a hair on your head ever again.”

Spencer leaves the bathroom door open so you can see what he’s doing. You get a flash of his FBI gun before he’s out of frame. You don’t stop him.

You’re in bed when he finally comes back. If you didn’t know where he was going, you’d think he went to the store. There is not a speck of blood on him or an ounce of regret on his face. You don’t ask where he’s been or if your father is alive even though you know he’d tell you if you did. Spencer climbs into bed and pulls you into him, and you rest your head on his chest.

I’m safe now. Spencer is home and everything is right with the world.

It’s going to take a long time until you’re okay again but with Spencer by your side, you know you can get there.

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18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 ~

-> Jungkook x f. reader

-> smut, angst, fluff

-> smut: unprotected sex, impregnation kink, virginity loss, crying during sex, age gap *jk is 6 years older*, obsession, daddy issues, soft yandere reader, switch jk x switch f. reader

🎧 🎶 -> -🍒𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 - 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘺🍒-

☆ ------ ︻╦╤─ ҉ -¨ * ‧₊˚*♡ * *” ♡. ♡ ------ ☆

𝐼 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝒽𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒽 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

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The obsession you had with him wasn't unnoticeable, everyone knew you were crazy over him. When he gives you the simplest bit of affection you feel yourself falling deeper in love with him even though it was unhealthy for you. He was a drug but you loved it. He was a drug and you were an addict, and you had no shame admitting to it.

Every single thing about him made you fall to pieces. Every hi made you tear up, every bye made you tear up. You fall to pieces when you're with him.

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𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠.

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You remember seeing him for the first time. Your older sisters collage classmate. You remembered his beautiful charm and the respect he had for everything around him. He visited your house so often after school, he would eventually start spending the night. He was your sisters " best freind" for the longest.

He was so kind to you and always brought hello kitty things for you. He always brought food for you as well. You loved the attention he gave you. He gave you attention that you never got from your parents, it was all given to your older sister.

You wanted to marry him by the time you were 16. You were so sure of having him once you were of age. You remember getting ready, on your 16th birthday. The cherry sun dress with your beautiful honey glazed skin shimmering. Looking for Jungkook quietly, you wanted to confess and have him tell you that he'll wait for you. You felt fresh in your red panties, you felt so fresh remembering you even shaved yourself for him just because. The warm french vanilla perfume you had on was roaming around every inch of the house.

You searched for him but he was no where to be seen at the party. You remember thinking he was probably just studying or something with your sister. You heard noise coming from her room. You heard him from the distance. Your heart started racing, a smile plastered on your face. You slowly opened the door.

Your heart broke. You couldn't move. You saw Jungkook, the love of your life laying on your sisters bed. She was on top of him, riding him. Their naked bodies smashing together. His hands roaming around her body. The sloppy kisses they gave each other. The grunts and sounds of pleasure.

Your sister was the one to notice your presence. She quickly got off Jungkook covering the both of them with sheets. They didn't understand why you were tearing up. They both thought you were just freaked out. Before they could say anything you ran off. You ran off to a nearby park no one really went to.

You sobbed and screamed that whole night. You didn't get any sleep. You couldn't eat for the longest. It ruined you. You were never the same.

Ever since that day you never opened up to anyone. You never talked to your sister ever again. She eventually started dating him as well, making you fall to pieces even more. You shut her out even though it wasn't her fault. But it was. She took him from you. She got to be touched by your first love and not you. She always gotten better treatment then you in every single thing.

You avoided Jungkook whenever he tried to approach you. You just became obsessed with him. You watched him by afar. You stalked him. You wished death upon any girl that would look at him for over 2 seconds. He was your person. He was your personality. He was your morning. He was your day. He was your night. He was the reason you continued to live. Even though he was your sisters, he was meant to be yours. She was just a pawn.

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𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒽 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝒽𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙.

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His big warm hands roamed around your now naked exposed body. You presented yourself to him like no one has before. His stare burned holes through your body. Making out in your living room. Making out naked with him as if he didn't just finally broken up with your sister after 3 years.

Finally after years of wanting Jungkook, he was finally paying attention to you again. Finally giving you the touch you so desperately desired for years. 19 years of living and you never felt so much emotion and psychical satisfaction. You were never a happy person but this 25 year old man who you fell in love with when you were 16 is finally all over you. Just for you.

Your skin was on fire by his touch. His cock running up and down your slit sent you to heaven. His heavy tip rubbing your clit making you moan softly.

"Can I?" He asked you for permission. You didn't hesitate and nodded. You've waited for this for way too long. 6 years of knowing him, 3 years of painfully loving him too long.

"Yes. Please Jungkook I need you" your pleads were enough to make him throb. Your nails digged themselves into his back skin. His cock stretching and filling you up so good. It hurt but you loved it. You loved him hurting you lovingly. His tattoed hands played with your breast as he drilled his cock into your tight virgin hole. The both of you moaning like crazy at the feeling.

" T-twll me you love me Jungkook, That y-you always loved me a-and not her." You managed to drag that out of your mouth, he grunted at your words. Your pussy clenched around him so well. He never felt pussy like this before. It was like you guys were made for each other.

" I love you more than her, baby. It was y-you all this time. Always y-you" tears escaped your eyes. You were sobbing uncontrollably. Jungkook was kind of scared for a second but he didn't judge you. He didn't judge the tears of pain you were releasing. You finally felt good it made you break down, he loved you for that.

" fucking hell you're g-gonna make me fucking cum inside that tight p-pretty cunt baby. Gonna stuff you full with cum. Gonna m-make you carry my babies. Holy shit-" his words made you clench. You wanted it so bad. You wanted his children. You didn't care how young you were, you needed it.

" uhm- please fuck e-em into me! Need your kids so bad" he chuckles at your words. he picked up your body and walked you to your bed, gently places you down. his cock never leaving your insides. He points at your tummy and you both could see his cock moving inside you.

" I'll ride you better" he was taken a bit back from your words but he didn't say anything.

You hopped on his cock and rode him, thanking those sessions with your pillow, pretending it was him you were rubbing yourself against.

"F-fuck! just like that beautiful" his praises were the best. He brought his tatted fingers and rubbed your clits in small circles. You sucked and made out with his neck as your ass was slapping against his thighs, his cock deep inside of you rearranging your insides. His nails digged the skin of your thick juicy thighs. His hands tried guiding your small waist next but he just received a smack from you.

" I'm in charge baby boy. You're going to l-let me fuck my pussy on your c-cock." He had no problem with letting you take control, he liked that a lot. He never has been submissive in bed even though he wanted to be multiple times.

"Play with my body baby" this random boost of confidence just roared out of you. Jungkook obeyed and started to suck your nipples, your big boobs hitting his face as you jumped on his quivering length.

Although you were a sadistic bitch, you smiled at the thought of finally having him. Finally having him at the tip of your fingers. Your hands run through his fluffy curlyish mullet. You message his scalp making him buck his hips, his cock hitting a certain spot inside you. You grabbed onto his muscular arm, his tatted arm was your favorite.

" keep doing that baby boy. Thrust up into me like that" Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist. The moans were extremely loud at this point you guys didn't care if the whole street wakes up. Sweat damping his hair, his doe eyes looking up at you. Gosh what a beautiful women you grown up to be. Although he loved being topped and domed by you, he needed to fuck you, so he stood up and push you down on all fours.

"Fuck your cunt is dripping with cum, lemme fuck it back into you baby" without hesitation he started to blow your back out. His heavy balls hitting your clit making you scream out. Your nails scratching the sheets as he grunts and fucks your pussy into obliteration.

" Fuck koo! I'm g-gonna" you let out a loud whelp and creamed all over his cock. Clenching your gummy like walls around his member making him pound into you faster and rougher.

" f-fucking clench that pussy for me baby. J-just like that yes baby f-fuck!" He slapped your ass hard, making sure his handprint was left. One last hard rough thrust and he squirter his warm seed inside you. Painting your walls white as your eyes roll back. You were so stuffed.

Panting heavily, you looked at him. The love of your life. The man you've been waiting for. You didn't let him leave. You hopped on top of him before he could get up. You wrapped your arms around his frame and held him close to you. You started breaking down. You didn't want to be the ones to have mental breakdowns after sex but you just didn't want to let him go. You didn't want him to leave. You didn't want no one else thinking of him.

Jungkook looked at you with a heavy heart, something about you sobbing, tears falling onto him as you held him close made him so mad at himself. Although he was already a 22 year old man he should've known better than to openly be in a relationship with your sister.

He knew you had an obsession with him. At first he thought it was just silly and cute but it started to get extremely serious. He told your sister plenty times to keep it on the down low but she didn't care. She was jealous of you and hated having Jungkook around you. Jungkook didn't understand why she who was a 23 year old women would hate and terrorize her 16 year old sister.

" don't leave me again. Please" your words broke down. Your face was puffy and red.

" I won't darling. I love you so much. You are my women and I'm your man. Don't think about her okay? I'm with you right now." His words made you smile. You love him so much. You fall to pieces.

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Sorry if this was ass but I cried like 2 times writing this 😭. I hope you guys liked it tho!.

This was very much inspired by the song "Cherry" by Lana Del Rey.

Please remember this is all fiction and I do NOT mean this in a way to confirm how the members act.