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flyingraijin · 2 years ago

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sweetener. - Ch 12

god is a woman.

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x fem!reader

Word Count: 10 897

Warnings: Swearing, Osamu is a good brother, smut, oral (fem. receiving), vaginal sex, all characters are 18+

Series masterlist + ao3

Inarizaki wins every match that they play for the rest of the day. They take the next set of their first game by over ten points and then move on with ease. No one is surprised; unlike Tokyo, Hyogo is not a prefecture that has handfuls of powerhouse teams to throw at the qualifiers, so Inarizaki was pretty much a shoe in for nationals from the get go. Still, it’s incredibly satisfying to watch as they take their last match of the day in straight sets and then cheer together upon realising that they’ve made it to the finals tomorrow. You cheer with them, and the rest of the crowd; cheer, scream and jump up and down joyfully with Hinami over and over again right up until the very end. You don’t go down to see them between matches, since Hinami instructs you to give Atsumu some time to “simmer” but you do text him congratulations which each match he wins. He only sends back the sunglasses emoji each time, because of course they won.

Physically, you feel like you weigh less than you did this morning. There’s a massive burden thats been removed from your heart and you feel like if you were to jump, you get a good five or six metres up in the air. It's a new feeling for you, this complete and utter joy, and you know there's only once source; Atsumu. Atsumu and his stupid smile, Atsumu and his stupid good luck kiss. You owe all that you’re feeling to him.

Briefly, it has you wondering if this is what you would have felt if Suna had taken you back at some point during those first two weeks after he’d left you on his doorsteps. But some part of you really doubts it.

The day eventually comes to a close victoriously and after spend minutes cheering on Inarizaki’s last game with the rest of the stands, you get to watch them pack up and then leave the gym. It's only now that you know your time has come. Quickly, you slide your camera back into your bag, grab your jacket and get to your own feet, intent on going to find the team. For a moment, a hand grabs you and you turn around to see Hinami smiling widely at you.

“Good luck!” she says happily, her eyes shining. You beam back at her.

“Thank you! And thanks for coming!”

“Of course,” she says, winking. “You know how much I love admiring all the athletic men!” Then she drops your arm and reaches forward to give you a slight shove instead. “Go on, you don’t want to miss them.”

You nod and turn, throwing a last goodbye over your shoulder. And then quickly you hurry up the stairs to the exit of the stands, taking them two at a time. Your heart is pounding in your chest along with something that feels like it’s fizzing and it spurs you to run when you reach the door and are able to burst out into the main auditorium of the gymnasium. You know the boys will probably have gone to the locker rooms to change after their match, and you don’t know where those are. But you can’t even worry about it as you sprint down one hallway and then another.

I’ll just wait for them at the exit , is what you're thinking as your feet thud against the floor. I’ll wait for them.

Only, as it turns out, you don’t need to. As you rush down the last hallway, you hear a voice calling out to you. You name, pronounced with that familiar lilt you know so well. It has you stopping right in your tracks, freezing up as your head whips around in search of the voice. And then you see him. The Inarizaki volleyball team are all walking in your direction from down a separate corridor. They look tired but happy, a warm and bubbly energy surrounding them. They have changed, you notice, back into their red and white tracksuits, with their bags all hanging over their shoulders. You can’t help the smile that breaks over your face when you see them, a smile of pure joy and excitement and happiness over how well they’d just done. Your shoes squeak against the floor and then you're running again, only now it’s towards them.

You see the way some of their faces light up at the sight of you. Ginjima grins wide, Riseki starts jumping up and down, Kosaku waves at you. Osamu is smiling mildly, his eyes keen and knowing. But there's only one you can truly focus on, the boy standing at the front of the group with his arms already open and the happiest expression you've ever seen on anyone drawn across his face.

Your lips shape around the letters of his name, but the actual sound is lost as your hair whips back. You might be crying, you realise then, just a little. But you don’t even care as finally, after you’ve sprinted almost the entire length of the hallway, Atsumu receives you with a joyous laugh. He sweeps you up into his arms, lifting your right off the floor and you squeal as he spin you around. Your arms slide around his neck, one hand finding its way into his hair, and then you bury your face in his shoulder with a happy sigh. You are crying, you know that now. You can feel the tears sliding down your face. But you don’t even care as you squeeze your eyes shut and inhale deeply, drinking in the scent of Atsumu, and the feel of him as he hugs you so tightly you honestly think your ribs might end up crushed.

“Hey, princess,” Atsumu mumbles in your ear then, his voice cheeky but also thick in a way that tells you he might be on the verge of tears himself. And you can’t help but break out in a laugh, your shoulders shaking in his grasp as finally, you know. He’s here, with you. You have him again, he hasn’t gone.

Atsumu, I love you .

“Yer an idiot,” Atsumu murmurs to you then, his head turning a little so he can press his nose into your hair. “Yer so stupid”

You might’ve snapped at him if you didn’t know he wasn’t exactly right.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper to him then. And he laughs, shaking his head against you.

“It’s okay,” he tells you then. “Ya came back.”

You came back. Somehow, you understand him deeply then, you understand what he means. Yesterday, when the pair of you had spoken, you weren’t the only one who’d felt like you’d been left behind.

“Always,” you tell him. “Always.”

You pull back a little then, and your eyes catch his. They’re shining, so bright in the afternoon sun and it's with a shuddering realization that you suddenly see… he’s crying too. Not like you are but still crying. The shine in his eyes is from the tears that hug the edges of his lashes.

There’s no hesitate between their of you when you lean down and he pulls you in, the hand on the back of your head guiding you. Your lips meet his in a dizzying kiss and it feels real . It feels so real. You totally forget that his team is behind you and there's are people watching you. You forget about Suna and Hinami, you forget about the matches he’d played today, you forget it all. Right now, it's just you and him. You and Atsumu. Atsumu and you.

It occurs to you only now that this is what you’d felt all those weeks ago when you’d kissed Atsumu in the locker rooms before their practice match. The reality. That kiss had felt real too, even if you couldn’t pinpoint it at the time. Only this one right now, this kiss, it’s better. Because as you feel Atsumu under you, around you, enveloping you, as you feel his lips and his hand on the back of your head, fingers through your hair, and you feel the material of his tracksuit jacket as your own fingers grab at it, you know that right now, this is real.

It’s real.

When you slip back from him, everything returns to you immediately and quickly you pull yourself from his arms. The team is still standing behind him, you realise, mortified, and they’d seen you entire little show. Quickly, you turn to them and bow apologetically.

“Sorry. We had some… things to sort out.”

Ginjima lets out a laugh at that and waves off your apology. “Don’t worry, we know. And we’re glad. Atsumu was a mess until you slapped him back into shape.”

Beside you, Atsumu bristles. “Was not!”

“Were too.” It's Osamu who answers this time. Then he turns to you and you see the look in his eyes; it's understanding, knowing and accepting all at once. Your cheeks flush a little in embarrassment. “Really, we should be thankin’ ya.”

“Honestly thought we might’ve had to swap our reserve setter in, in that first game,” Ginjima says. He slaps one of the first years on the back, who as it is looks slightly peaky. “You sorted that out though. Thanks.”

“O-oh!” You raise your hands, trying to ward them off as they all bow in your direction. “N-not at all. It was my fault in the first place.”

“Still,” Osamu shrugs when he stands up straight again and then takes a step forward. Behind him, the team start to walk again too. “We owe ya.”

Atsumu grumbles something unintelligible then and you move quickly to link your arm through his so he doesn't whack his twin in the back of the head. “Oh shush.”

“Hey!” he whines as the pair of you join the back of the group and start to walk out too. But you just give him a look which makes him shut his mouth quickly.

The school bus is already waiting for the team when you all reach the outside of the gym. You're about to break away from them the group, fully prepared to the regular bus home, only Atsumu grabs you before you can and hauls you up to sit beside him. You only fight him a little, only until Coach Kurosu gives the okay that you ride with them back to the school. And then you sit quietly beside Atsumu and spend the journey back going through the photos you’d taken. Neither of you bring up yesterday or what had really happened during the first match; it’s something you know you must talk about but not now, surrounded by sweaty high school athletes and pressed up against Atsumu in the uncomfortable bus seats. For now, you’re more than comfortable to just exist with him here, his head resting on your shoulder just like the journey to the beach, as the pair of you pick out the best photos from the games today together.

At some point on the journey, Atsumu falls asleep. You put your camera down then and just rest your head against his, relaxing. You're happy, you're so happy, and you're sure it shows on your face. Which is why, when Osamu leans over from the seats behind you, you jump and flush immediately, embarrassed.

He only chuckles quietly at you.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna interrupt y’two for long.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You're not interrupting anything.”

Osamu’s eyes flicker to his sleeping brother for a moment and then back to you. His eyebrow twitches. “Debatable. Anyway, I just wanted t'say… thank you.”

“You already did,” you point out, slightly confused. Osamu shakes his head.

“Not for that,” he clarifies. “I mean for… I guess, sortin’ out whatever was going on.”

You blink at him as the pieces fit into place in your head. And suddenly, you remember back to when he’d cornered you in the hallway all those months ago.

Don’t hurt him, is what he’d told you then. And you’d promised you wouldn’t. Very briefly, you wonder now if you’d broken that promise.

“Did he tell you… what happened?” you ask carefully. Osamu looks at you for a moment, seemingly thinking. Then, eventually, he shakes his head.

“Not fully. He just said ya had… a fight… and probably broke up.”

You swallow then. “Was he upset?”

Osamu snorts and glances over at his brother again. “Cried the whole night over it.”

You go to flick at his forehead, chastising. “Hey, don’t be mean!”

Osamu ducks away from you, still chuckling. “Fine,” he admits, “He didn’t cry. But I could tell he was… sad.”

Sad . You can’t help the guilt that sparks through you. “I’m sorry.”

Osamu shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he tells you honestly. “I know him and I know he’s difficult sometimes. But I think I know you too and… well, I trust ya.” He shrugs then and runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it. “If ya’d left in any longer, then I would'a had somethin’ to say about it. But ya came back.” He looks back at Atsumu and you seen the ghost of a smile pass over his face. “I'm glad.”

He understands, you think then. He does. He understand you and Atsumu, and the strange relationship the pair of you have. Maybe even better than either of you two do. And he approves.

It means so much to you that you can't help but give him a beaming smile in answer. “Thanks, Osamu.”

He shrugs. “No worries. Now go back to whatever ya two were doin’.”

He disappears back behind the seat, conveniently before you can snap at him that Atsumu is asleep and your weren’t doing anything. And then you're left alone with the blond sleeping on your shoulder once agin. Gingerly, you shift a little, as gently as possible so as not to wake him. You only move 'till you can turn your head properly and look down at him, watching the way his eyelids flutter just slightly as he breathes evenly. Every few moments, light from the street lamps outside with flash through the window next to him and turn his hair into liquid gold.

I love you.

You smile softly to yourself and reach your hand up to run it through his hair. It’s soft, you think slowly to yourself as you settle against him. I like it. I like you .

I love you .

You fall asleep not long after, your fingers still tangled in the strands of his golden hair.

Osamu wakes the pair of you up gently when you arrive back at school. You want to go home right away - you're just fine with walking by yourself - only Atsumu traps you and drags you into the gym with the team so you can sit through the post-game debrief and then walk home with him. You let him just because you want to stay with him, and so as you usually do, when he goes to the court, you sidle up to the stands to your usual spot so you can sit and wait.

Thankfully, Coach Kurosu keeps the debrief short. The school the team will be playing tomorrow in the finals is the same as they’d played during the finals when Atsumu was a first year on the team, so they know a good amount about them already. You listen with only one ear, concentrating just enough so you know what to expect for the match tomorrow and then you zone out. It's only when Atsumu calls your name once Coach Kurosu has bid them all goodnight that you perk up again, and head back down to join him. Atsumu meets you with an arms that slips around your waist, his fingers curling into the material of his own jacket that you're wearing. The pair of you wave goodbye to the rest of the team and pester Osamu a little to see if he’ll walk with you. But he just rolls his eyes and gives the pair of you a knowing look before moving off in Suna’s direction to walk with him. Atsumu shrugs in response and then all but drags you away, heading for the familiar road that will take the pair of you to your home.

You don’t talk much on the walk back. It doesn’t feel like the right time yet and you enjoy this, just being with Atsumu. The pair of you hold hands and swing them back and forth, practically skipping along and giggling softly together. You're sure to an outsider, you both probably look insane, but confined just between the pair of you, you're sharing your happiness. You feel free, more free than ever, like you can do what you want now without having to look around to see who’s observing. Before it was all for the sake of others but now, it's for you. You and Atsumu. Atsumu and you. Just the pair of you.

It feels really nice.

Which is what tells you not to let him go when the pair of you eventually reach your house.

You can tell just by one glance as you walk up the front path that your parents are already asleep; the light in their bedroom window is off, as are most of the other lights in the house from what you can tell. You’re not surprised; you’d told them you’d probably be back late - only at that time you’d been planning just to go and cry in some corner after the matches ended for the day, you hadn’t expected you’d actually waste a whole lot of time with Atsumu.

Maybe the fact that your parents won't disturb anything is what spurs you on, or maybe it’s something else entirety. But when the pair of you reach your front door and Atsumu looks ready to begin preparing to turn and leave you, you stop him. You reach out to catch his wrist between your fingers, holding him there. When he looks up at you, your eyes meet under the light of the lamp over the doorway, and you think he might already know what you're going to say before you say it.

“Stay.”

He seems to suck in a breath. Then the corner of his mouth twitches upwards.

“Here?”

Where else? You want to snap only you can’t as you continue to stare up into his amber eyes. What actually comes out of your mouth is…

“With me.”

Suddenly you feel shy. “Stay with me.”

Atsumu looks at you for a bit longer, his expression blank but his eyes warm. Then something in his face softens and he takes a step closer. The hand that you aren’t already grasping finds yours, his fingers tangling between yours. His head ducks, hair hanging forward, until his forehead brushes yours. Your eyes slide shut at the feeling of him so close.

“With you.” he murmurs, his voice barely a rumble in his chest. “Always.”

You stay like that for a while, just existing in each other’s space. Until eventually you pull away and drop one of his hands - only one - so you can unlock and open the front door. Then you quietly pull Atsumu inside behind you and shut it again.

As the pair of you toe off your shoes in the genkan, Atsumu turns to wiggle his eyebrows at you.

“So, what’re ya plannin’ for me, princess?”

You roll your eyes at him and shake your head. “Get your mind out of the gutter” you tell him as you step up onto the wooden floor. “I’m not planning anything.”

You can feel him smiling as you walk towards the living room, so you can drop your bag down on one of the couches. He follows you once his shoes are off, padding over in his socks like you. For a moment you survey the living room area, hands on your hips, as you try to figure out what you’re looking for. Then you shake your head.

“Lets go outside.”

“Outside?”

“Yes, outside,” you say as you turn to move into the kitchen. After pulling open the fridge, you swipe some juice cartons that you then give to Atsumu. He looks down at them in confusion as you slip past him again and go to the hallway cupboard. You pull the door open, wincing when it creaks a little, and then grab one of the blankets you know can go outside. Then you close it again and beckon Atsumu to follow you.

The pair of you pass through the living room to the other side and then you slide the partitioning door open. It reveals your small back garden; somewhat traditional looking with a patch of grass, some trees and a little water feature. You let Atsumu stand and take it in for a while as you slide the doors shut behind the pair of you. And then you step down off the low veranda and onto the grass. Atsumu follows you silently, watching as you unfold the blanket and then spread it out over the lawn. And then he sits down when you do, next to you but not facing you. You take your juice from him then and stretch your legs out in front of you, watching the water flow through the fountain in silence. And then, without warning, you flop back to stare up at the sky.

It’s entirely dark by now and the stars are high and bright without any direct light pollution from your house or the neighbour's. The moon is also up, shining way up above you; it's not quite full, there may be a couple of night left until it is. But it’s still stunning.

Atsumu shifts a little, turning to look down at you. His eyes rove across you from a moment as he takes a sip of his own juice through its straw. Then he lowers the carton and says the thing you know he will inevitably need to say.

“Why’d ya give me that good luck kiss?”

You purse your lips. You know it was coming, of course you did. Yesterday you’d told him the pair of you were done, today you’d shown up to his match giving him kisses and acting like a girlfriend. Of course he’d ask. And you’d thought you were prepared to answer him honestly.

Only, it seems you're not because of course the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a fucking joke.

“You were doing horribly without it. It would have been cruel to deprive you.”

Atsumu snorts but leans over to poke you in the ribs. You squeak and shuffle away from him.

“C’mon,” he says, head tilting a little to the side. “Y’know that's not what I meant.”

“I know,” you mumble out, refusing to meet his eyes. Atsumu frowns a little.

“So why?”

You let out a sigh and your breath drifts up over you, visible with the cold of the night air. Funny, you don’t even feel cold at all. “I just…” you start and then stop, pursing your lips as you try to figure out how to say what's inside you. “Look, what I said to you yesterday… that was wrong.”

“Wrong?” Atsumu asks softly. You nod, still staring at the sky.

“I said I wanted it to be over,” you murmur. “I didn’t. I didn’t want it to be over, I just wanted it to be… real.”

“Real.”

“Real,” you echo back to him. Then you suck in a deep breath, bracing yourself. “Thats why I gave you the good luck kiss today. I figured fuck it, things couldn't get any worse between us. I didn’t think you’d care so much when I told you we should stop and when you did, it made me think… maybe you wanted it to be real too. So… I just did what I wanted to do.”

There’s a thump then, beside you, and you turn your head to find Atsumu has laid backwards on the blanket too. He’s on his side through, staring at you, his eyes bright in the light of the stars. And you can see it in his gaze, that you’re right. He wants it to be real as much as you do.

You're not sure who leans in first but suddenly he’s right there, his nose brushing yours, his eyelashes fluttering over your cheeks. You feel the warmth of his lips before you feel the skin itself and it sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, you kiss him. So slowly, like you're testing it out. Really, this is your first real kiss. Not under any pretenses, not a repayment or cash in of kisses you’d given him in the past. This is both of you, right now, with no one else. And fuck, does it feel amazing.

You lips are tingling when you eventually pull away and when you open your eyes, you have no doubt he can see the absolute awe in your face. Awe over him. He’s beautiful like this, so beautiful. And you can feel the tears rising up again when one of his hands comes up to brush some hair back behind your ear before it gently cups your jaw.

Atsumu gives you a weird look, his face still so close to yours. “Why're ya cryin'?” he whispers, so low that you feel it more than hear it. It makes you smile and you lean in too, your eyelashes fluttering as a tear rolls its way down your cheek.

“I’m happy,” you tell him softly, raising your own hand to cover the one he has on your face. “I’m really happy.”

He kisses you again, a little more firmly this time, and you can’t help but sigh into it. His lips are so soft and so warm against yours, slightly nervous and yet wanting. You drink in his warmth as your hand slides over his before reaching for him and pulling him closer by his jacket. You roll over on your own side then, suck in a long breath when he pulls you in to sit right up against him. And then you feel sparks of excitement beginning to race up your spine when his lips part and gently he slides his tongue across your bottom lip. You want him, you want to taste him, to touch him, to have him. And the want builds within you as you let him in, kiss him more deeply, let him taste you right back. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, fingers brushing over his undercut before sliding to his jaw. And then Atsumu lets out a soft groan, a sound that absolutely destroys you inside.

Tell him , a little voice in the back of your head screams out. Tell him tell him tell him tell him-

Atsumu, I love you .

But when you eventually break away from him again, breathing hard with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, you're tongue tied. You can only stare at him, feeling his skin under your touch. Theres a fire alight inside you now and as you hold him closer, you want him to feel it. You want him to know but you can't speak it. So you decide to show him the only way you know how. You lean in to kiss him again.

The pair of you stay like that for a while. Splayed out on the grass under the stars and the moon, kissing, touching, feeling. You're slowly growing addicted to the taste of Atsumu, as your tongue rolls over his and you grasp as his clothes for stability. He too, seems just as drunk on you, as soft groans leave his throat every now and then, and his fingers wind their way into your hair. At one point, he gets an arm around your waist and pulls you in even closer. Without even thinking, you lift and leg to hook over his hips, and automatically his hand slides down to your thigh, holding it there. He's so warm that you don't even notice the biting cold, and so electric you don't feel the exhaustion of the day anymore. You’re focussed only on him and nothing else.

Which is equal parts scary and exhilarating when you eventually pull away from him and realise you still don't want him to go, that you want to keep him with you forever. Your leg remains hooked over his hips, and his arms wrapped over your back. There's something zinging deep in your gut and you don't think when you grab his jacket and then roll back, pulling him with you. It's only once you’ve settled again, your back pressed into the softness of the blanket beneath you and Atsumu above you, his arms caging you in, that the full weight of this hits you.

You lips part, tongue darting out to rub across them. You don't miss the way Atsumu’s eyes, now shadowed and out of the direct moonlight, follow it. Your entire body tingles.

“‘Tsumu,” you whisper up to him then, tilting your head up. Your chest his heaving as you breathe and you can feel it pushing into his when he drops a little. His lips brush over yours.

“Yeah?” he breathes out then. You feel his fingers playing with a few strands of hair near your ear.

“Do you… Will you… “ you mumble, your words drying up on your tongue. What are you asking him? You don’t even know yourself, and yet he seems to understand. Simply, he leans forward to kiss you again, soft and gentle. You feel the weight of his body over you, the way his chest presses into yours and his stomach into yours, and the way his hips sit between your bent legs. You can feel so much of him it's almost suffocating, but you want more.

You’ve only ever felt this way a few times in your life, enough to count on one hand. And yet, even now it’s different with Atsumu.

He does understand, you know he does when eventually he breaks away from you and pulls back. You sit up as he does, not saying a word as you continue to stare into his eyes. And then you take the hand he offers you and climb to your feet, your legs only a little shaky. He gathers the blanket while you pick up the empty juice cartons, and then he leads you this time, back towards the closed living room doors. You slide one open and then follow him inside, closing it behind you. And then you throw the juice cartons away and instruct Atsumu just to dump the blanket on the table before you grab his hand once again, and turn towards the stairs that lead up to the next floor.

Atsumu is uncharacteristically quiet and it fuels you on. When you reach the landing, you take him to your bedroom immediately. And then you close the door and lock it behind you.

And just like that, you feel totally alone with him again. The curtains at your window haven’t been closed and you can see the moon shining in. It casts rays of glowing silver across the otherwise dark of your bedroom, and throws shadows across Atsumu’s face when he turns around to look at you. Your fingers are still tangled with his, only now they’re tingling as they’re the only part of you that is touching him. You need more, you want more. But you’re also scared.

Thank god, Atsumu doesn’t seem to be. He draws you in by the grip he has on your hand, pulling you so slowly towards him. You take shaky steps, one after the other, your socked feet feeling unstable on the ground. But when you're close enough for him to reach for you properly, he wrap his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. You sigh when your head finds the crevice of his shoulder again.

“It’s okay,” Atsumu whispers to you. “It’s okay.”

“I want…” you mumble, still not quite able to put it into words. But he understand, he understands . You feel him nod against you.

“Alright. Yer sure?”

“I’m sure.” Your fingers curl into the back of his jacket for a moment before slipping round to his front. You pull away slightly so you can reach up, to where the zip hangs at his collar. Atsumu's arms fall then, and he just watches as slowly, you take it in your fingers and tug it downwards. The red splits open to reveal the black of his t-shirt beneath and then you slide your hands into the shoulders and gently push the jacket off it. It hits the ground with a soft thud.

In the moonlight, you see the soft smile that twitches at Atsumu’s lips. He reaches for you, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. Then he whispers against the skin, “My turn.”

You watch, as he had, as he takes the zip of the jacket you’re wearing, identical to his own just smaller. You watch as he pulls it down, your heart thudding in your chest. A spark shoots up your spine as his knuckle brushes over your chest just briefly before he gets the jacket open completely. Then he pushes it from your shoulders and lets it slide to the floor just as you had done.

You're both still fully dressed and yet something feels different as you stare up at him now. It feels so much more intimate, to the point that you suddenly feel shy standing before him in your school uniform. For a moment, you bit the inside of your cheek, just staring at him. And then you step forward again.

“C’mon.”

You grab hold of his wrist and pull him over to your bed. You sit down on it, tucking one leg beneath you and leaving the other hanging off the edge of the bed. Atsumu mimics you, sliding into place in front of you. His eyes are wide as they trace up your face, full of the stars and the moon. Timidly, you let go of his wrist and grab his hand, covering it with your own. Then you bring it to your waist.

“Hold me.”

He does, his fingers curling over the thin material of your school blouse. You let him pull you closer, wrap your body in his arms and press his nose into your collarbone. And you let him breathe for just a second; breathe you in, breathe in the feeling of the pair of you so close. When he speaks, you can feel his lips ghosting over your skin.

“You’ve… done this before, right?”

Your hands slide up his biceps to his shoulders. You nods slowly. “With Suna.”

You think Atsumu actually growls when you say his name. Then he presses a soft kiss to the skin of your neck.

“How many times?”

You suck in a breath when he kisses you again, his lips lingering this time. Your fingers curl over his back.

“Five.”

“And what did he do for you?” Atsumu asks, his voice a little muffled as his mouth slides up your jaw. You feel the sting of his teeth nipping at your skin.

“N-not much,” you manage to choke out. Atsumu lets out a soft snort.

“I’ll be better than him.”

You can help but roll your eyes at that. “Why is it always a competition?” you ask, although your voice comes out far more breathy than you intend. Atsumu’s hand’s are moving now, travelling down your back. You can't help but arch into his touch.

“S’not,” he mumbles, his voice right by your ear now. You squeak when he nips at your earlobe. “S’just a fact.”

“You're… insufferable”

“Ya like it,” he tells you simply, voice low and gravelly and fuck , you can’t disagree with him. His hand are grasping at your school blouse now, pulling it upwards until it becomes untucked from your skirt.

“Tell me what he did,” Atsumu murmurs to you then, his mouth moving back down your neck. “Tell me and I’ll be better.”

You have to hold back a whimper when you feel one of his hands begin to slide up the front of your body. “He… He…”

“Hmm?” Atsumu hums. His fingers are at your throat now, tugging at your ribbon, slowly undoing it. Your heart is thumping in your ears.

“He fingered me,” you breathe out then, eyes slipping closed as your head tilts back. Atsumu smiles against the skin of your throat.

“Yeah?”

“Mm hm.”

“What else?” he asks as your ribbon falls away and his hand moves down, going to the buttons of your blouse. His lips find a particular spot on your neck that has you whining and he stays there, licking idly at it.

“He…” you breathe, your hand grasping at his arms as you try to centre yourself and form the words. “He u-used his mouth on me.”

You feel Atsumu snort, one of his eyebrows quirking. His fingers pop the first button on your blouse and move on to the next. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Huh,” Atsumu connects. “Didn’t know Rin-rin had it in him.”

You huff out a breath and open one eye to give him a look. He chuckles again.

“Sorry, sorry. He just… never mind.” He leans back in as his fingers undo a third button. The material of your shirt falls open slightly, allowing for him to press his lips along your collarbone. “Anything else?”

“I sucked him off.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Atsumu asks you. You grimace a little, thinking about it.

“It was…weird.”

“Weird how?”

“He…” you start, then pause, flushing with embarrassment. God, could you really say all of this to Atsumu? “He never let me see him… cum.”

Atsumu pulls back at that, blinking at you. “What?”

Your cheeks burn hotter. “Whenever he was gonna… he’d turn away or make me look away or… something.”

Atsumu snorts then. Then he genuinely laughs. “Holy shit, yer not kidding?”

“No,” you grumble. Then you point at him. “But don’t you dare tell him that I told you. And don’t tell anyone else.”

Atsumu keeps laughing, only he leans back in to rest his forehead against your shoulder. You relax into his warmth once again. “Don’t worry,” he assures you. “I won't tell anyone. I’m gonna keep that to myself.” You feel him smirk against your skin. “Fuck me, that’s funny. I guess it’s my job to fix it now though.”

“What d’you mean?” you ask him, eyebrows furrowing. Atsumu presses another kiss to your jugular.

“I mean,” he tells you, “that I ain’t a fuckin’ scaredy cat like Rin-rin.” And then suddenly your world is spinning as you’re flipped over. When you open your eyes again, Atsumu is hovering above you, smirking.

“When I cum,” he says softly, leaning in so his lips are brushing over yours, “yer gonna fuckin’ watch.”

You can't help the whimper that escapes you, as a rush shoots up through your body. Heat flares up your neck and then into your cheeks, and quickly you raise your hands to cover your face. “Fuck, don’t say stuff like that.”

“Why?” Atsumu asks you, pouting exaggeratedly. “Are ya embarrassed?” His eyes glint sharply. “Or… does it turn ya on?”

“Atsumu, fuck off .”

“Aw, yer no fun,” he chuckles before pulling back from you and sitting up. You watch as he reaches an arm over his shoulder to grab the back of his t-shirt and then pulls it over his head and off his body in one swift movement. Immediately, you eyes are glued to the sight, the view you’d been given that day at the beach. His skin glows in the moonlight cast across it by the window, and his muscles, now with the right highlights and shadows, are breathtaking. You can't help but reach for him, one hand sliding up his shoulder while the other goes to the back of his neck so you can pull him right back down towards you. When you kiss him, you make sure that you bite his lip, just cuz.

Atsumu groans at the feeling and when the pair of you break away, you see the way he’s looking at you. Hungry, burning, not unlike how you feel. That thing, it's still growing inside you, still burning. And you still need him to feel it. So again, you reach for his hand, take it in yours and guide it. Only this time, you place it on the soft mound of your breast.

Atsumu sucks in a sharp, unexpected breath. “Oh fuck!” It makes you crack a smile and drives you on as you guide his hand, running his hand up and over your chest before squeezing his grip over your other breast.

“Touch me,” you whisper up to him then, looking through your eyelashes. “Please?”

The expression on Atsumu’s face is priceless and you almost laugh - almost, only he takes control and squeezes at you harder before you really can. The laugh turns into a hiccuped moan that bubbles up your throat and has your eyes falling closed. You're not usually sensitive on your chest; wanting Atsumu to touch you there had been more for him than you. But now it feels like every nerve in your body is on fire. Tingles rush across your skin as he rubs you, still over your blouse and bra, and you can’t get enough of it. You chin tilts back a little, your back arching, and it's the chance Atsumu gets. He dives forward, covering you with his own body, and sucks the skin over your jugular between his lips. You whine at the feeling, at the way you know it will leave a mark and the fact that you don’t even care. You whisper his name then as you squirm, one of your knees bending and then shifting up until your leg his hooked over his hips once again. He doesn’t seem to mind, and just nips at your neck again before pulling away. And then he leans upwards, his lips capturing yours as his hands, briefly, let go of your tits and move back to the buttons of your blouse.

The final few come undone one by one and then the shirt is hanging open, exposing your bra and midriff. Atsumu sits back when he feels it, his eyes drinking you in for a moment. You see the corner of his mouth twitch.

“Pretty.”

You blink up at him. “What?”

“Yer pretty.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. “I’m what?”

Atsumu chuckles and leans down again. His lips ghost across your cheek before he kisses the tip of your nose softly. “Yer pretty,” he mumbles again, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours. “I’ve always thought so.”

You stare at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh my god,” you mumble, suddenly flustered beyond belief. “Atsumu-”

“'Tsumu,” he murmurs then as he pushes some of your hair back from your neck. “You called me ‘Tsumu earlier… I liked it.”

“You did?” you whisper to him and he nods against your skin. Instinctively, your leg over his hips tightens a little. Your hand slides up into his hair so you have some proper leverage over him and then you tilt your chin up, putting your lips right by his ear.

“”Tsumu,” you breathe out, and then smirk to yourself in satisfaction when you feel a full tremor rush up his body. Atsumu swears quietly into your shoulder before suddenly he's pushing closer to you, pressing you into your mattress.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, his voice sounding strained. “Fuck fuck fuck, ya can’t just do that to me, princess.”

“Oh, I can’t?” you tease, your smile growing when he whines. “Okay, I won't do it again.”

“Nonononono,” he mumbles into your shoulder as his hand slip along your body again. You feel them on your chest, his palms enveloping both of your breasts. “Please, say it again.”

“”Tsumu…”

“Fuuuuuck ,” he moans - holy fuck, he moans - into your ear. “Sounds so good when ya say it.”

“Tsumu,” you can only whine in reply because his hands, fuck, his hands. Your back arches upwards, searching for more of them and then Atsumu leans down to trail kisses all along your collarbones and over the soft flesh of the tops of your breasts that available to him with your bra still on. You open your eyes to watch as he sucks a hickey into the skin there and it forces a shudder down your spine. You're moving before you really know what you're doing, at the same time that Atsumu pulls away just slightly to mumble out, “Please, can I-?”

“Fuck” you groan, arching your back upwards as you force your hand underneath yourself. “Shit… here-”

You unclip your bra and then sit up properly, pushing Atsumu with you. He slides his hands around you immediately, fingers dipping under your open shirt to feel up your bare back. He so warm and his hands are so rough but also gentle. You love it, it has you keening against him as you struggle for a moment with ripping off your top and then your bra too.

Once they’ve both gone, on the floor somewhere, Atsumu pushes you right back down. You head hits the mattress and immediately you have to slap a hand over your mouth to keep in a loud whine as he seals his lips over your nipple.

You feel his tongue on you, lapping, swirling. God, it’s so much, you don’t even know what to do with yourself and it's all you can do to keep quiet as your blood rushes in your ears. You think Atsumu is smiling against you as he does it, and you know you hear him chuckle when he nips at the flesh and you let out a soft whine.

“Did Suna”- Atsumu says then, raising his head a little to look at you in your eyes -” ever do this to ya?”

You shake your head briefly, before letting it flop back to the bed. “No, he didn’t - he didn’t like wasting time-”

“Wastin’ time?” Atsumu echoes back to you. He placing one last kiss on your breast before raising his head properly so he can look at you in concern. It helps you calm down a little, now that the direct stimulation is gone, and you can prop yourself up on your elbows to look back at him.

“He said it wasn’t necessary,” you explain, tilting your head a little to the side. Atsumu makes a face.

“Stupid idiot.”

“Hey,” you say, giving him a stern look. He gives you one right back.

“M’just sayin’. Anyone who doesn’t wanna spend the rest of their fuckin’ lives doing this”- he nips at the soft tissue at the side of your breast light enough to just tickle you, making you giggle -”is a fuckin’ moron.”

“Some people just like different things,” you tell him. “Don’t judge.”

Atsumu’s eyebrow quirks. “Do you like this?”

You purse you lips and stay silent, wanting to tease him. Only, he’s too fucking smart for that and immediately dives back into sucking at your nipple. Your knee jerk reaction has your head falling back as a soft moan leaves you, and immediately you flush with embarrassment.

“Okay, fine, yes, I do-”

"Knew it,” Atsumu mumbles into your skin before he lifts his head again. He smiles at you sweetly. You cock your head to the side again.

“Oh, you did?”

“Uh huh,” Atsumu tells you. “I know all these things. Ya might as well call me a sex god.”

The look you give him is unimpressed. “I thought you said you’d only ever fucked one person.”

“Hey,” Atsumu points at you. "Just because it was only one person doesn’t mean I only did it once. I know what the fuck I’m doin’.”

You have a wild desire to tell him to prove that statement to you, however, you have a feeling he will anyway. You're also hyperaware of the fact that you two can't exactly go wild because your parents are still asleep in the same house as you.

Instead, you just lean forward to kiss him, getting off your elbows to hold both side of his face as you sink back down and take him with you. Atsumu groans into your mouth as his tongue swipes across your lips and you can't help the shiver that runs up your body - a shiver that just so happens to have your hips jumping a little, enough to brush want currently pressing between your legs a little harder. Atsumu almost chokes.

“Fuck .”

You pull away from him a little, watching is face carefully. Then, experimentally, you rolls your hips up again, grinding against him with purpose. Atsumu’s eyes go wide.

“Holy jesus fuck- how’d you-?”

You can't help the smirk that appears on your own face. “Suna liked this ,” you inform him as you grind against him again. “Don't forget I also know what I’m doing.”

You say it simply to provoke him and thank fuck it works. Atsumu’s face darkens and then he sits up, leaves you lying on your back. You let him unhook your leg from him when he moves to shuffle backwards and then before you know it, he’s kneeling between your bent legs. His hands go to your knees then, rubbing up and then down the skin until he reaches the edge of your socks.

“Fucking - fuck,” he growls when he curls his fingers into the fabric and rips them down your legs before throwing them over his shoulder. “Fuck off .”

You can't help but giggle and Atsumu turns back to pout at you. “Hey, don’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble to him, propping yourself up again. “You're just adorable.”

“M’not adorable,” Atsumu says sulkily as his hands return to your legs. He runs his fingers down the inside of your calf, now totally unobstructed. “I’m gorgeous and hot and sexy and I make ya flustered.”

You frown and pretend to think about it. “Huh, I don’t know. I’ve never-”

He cuts you off by whining your name and then leaning down to nip at the flesh of your inner thigh. Your words dissolve on your tongue and you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, eyes widening. Oh shit .

Atsumu notices, obviously, and immediately you see the challenge light up his eyes. “Suna ate ya out, right?” he asks then as he shifts himself, moving to lying on his stomach. You swallow before nodding a little shakily, watching with your heart in your throat as he adjusts your legs so they’re bent over his shoulders and he can rest his ear against either of your inner thighs.

“M’kay,” Atsumu says as he traces a finger down your leg. The muscles there all jump as he gets closer and closer to your core. “Did he ever make ya cum?”

You let otu a soft whine of embarrassment but hold his gaze anyway. “N-not the first time,” you admit, your hands balling up against your bedsheets. “B-but after, yes.”

“I’m gonna be better.”

“God,” you mumble, wanting to tell him to drop the competitiveness already. Only you're too fucked to even think because Atsumu has just ducked his head beneath your skirt and licked a long stripe right up your clothed cunt.

“Shit,” he groans against you then, and you can feel his voice vibrating right through you. “Yer so wet already.”

“Atsumu-”

“Shhh,” he mumbles, cutting you off. “Just let me enjoy this, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you murmur before choking when he licks you again, still over your panties. Fuck, you are wet, you realise now. You can feel it. And while it’s embarrassing, it’s also exciting.

Suna was the only person you’d ever slept with. And you were his first too, so everything the pair of you did was with each other. Experiencing something other than Suna is thrilling. And the fact that it’s Atsumu, someone you're so in love with you don't even know what to do with yourself, is mind boggling to you.

“Fuck,” you mumble to yourself then when you glance down and realise he’s hidden under your goddamn skirt. “Fuck, Atsumu, hang on-”

He grumbles but pulls back. And when he realises what you're doing, he helps right away, his fingers being the ones to undo the buttons and then slide the skirt off your legs. He also hooks his fingers into your panties and, after a quick glance up at you to make sure you’re happy with it, slides them off too.

Just like that, you're naked in front of him.

You're not entirely sure what you’d expected his reaction to be. It’d been awkward with Suna since it was both of your first times being naked in front of anyone, and you know Atsumu probably isn't the type to call you “beautiful” or some shit. Really, you half expect him just to stare at you for a while before getting back into things. What you don't expect is for him to take one look at your naked body and then tackle you, hiding his face right back in your neck.

You squeak a little in surprise, your eyebrows furrowing questioningly. “Atsumu, what the fuck-”

“You-” he mumbles against you skin. “Yer not wearing clothes.”

“Yeah?” you ask him, since he was the one who just took all your goddamn clothes off . “Thats usually what happens when you do this kinda stuff, Atsumu.”

You can feel him pouting into your neck. “Ya know that's not what I meant!”

“Then what do you mean?”

“You just…” he mumbles, sounding almost… embarrassed? “Yer naked.”

“Yeah?”

“And I… fuck, I just don’t know if I can…” he stops for a second and seems to think about his words. “Look, I could hardly hold myself back when we were at the beach and you were in a bathing suit. I don’t know what I’ll-”

You feel something in your chest melting as you realise what he’s saying. “Aww,” Atsumu!” you coo then, your face crunching up. Fuck, he’s adorable! “It’s okay, it’s just me, alright. You’ll be fine.” You can't help but stroke his head a little, feeling like you're petting an upset puppy. Atsumu whimpers.

“I just never expected… to see ya with no clothes.”

“I can put them back on?” you suggest then, only for Atsumu to immediately shake his head. Cautiously, he emerges from his hiding place in your neck and looks down into your face. The look in his eyes is determined.

“Don't."

You tilt your head a little to the side before raising an eyebrow. “So you're gonna do something?”

“Yes,” he tells you, pouting. You smile up at him. Then you reach up to hold his face between both your hands.

“It's just me, remember,” you tell himself before you lean up to kiss his nose. “Just me. You said you’d stay with me?”

Atsumu looks at you for a moment, his eyes wide and bright. Then he nods. Gently, he turns his head so he can kiss at your fingers. "Always,” he murmurs against then before leaning down to press a last kiss against your lips. You smile into it before ruffling up his hair.

“There you go. Now get the fuck down there and make me cum better than Suna did.” You add the last part in as some extra motivation.

Immediately, the cockiness is back and Atsumu wastes no time in shuffling down to position himself as he was before, with your legs over his shoulders. Only now, when he licks at your pussy, there's no material there to stunt the feeling. Your back arches upwards immediately as a shiver rushes up your spine, and you let out a soft whine, as loud as you dare. God, he's good at this.

“Fucker,” Atsumu mumbles in between licks, his hands digging into your thighs as he keeps them apart. “Gettin’ to taste this before me - s’not fair.”

“Jesus - christ ,” you whine out before looking down at him, unimpressed. “I barely knew you back then, okay?!”

“Still not fair,” Atsumu grumbles before he drags his tongue across your clit and you're lost to the ripples of pleasure that rush through your body. “Fucker.”

“Oh my god, ‘Tsumu,” you whimper, reaching down to thread your finger through his hair. “Feels -”

“Better than Suna?”

“I was gonna say ‘good’,” you choke out then before your voice dissolves into another moan as he sucks your clit between his lips. “But... that too.”

“Fuck yes,” Atsumu growls against you. This admittance by you seems to fill him with new vigour and his tongue speeds up, running over you again and again before sliding inside. Every time he touches your clit, you see fucking stars and before you really even know what's going on, you realise your orgasm is approaching.

“Shit,” you whine out as your fingers tighten in Atsumu’s hair. “Tsumu, m’gonna-!”

“Go on,” he murmurs against you. One of his hands lets go of your leg and reaches up, grabbing your own free hand. Your fingers intertwine and your back arches as the muscles in your abdomen tense up. “Cum f’me, princess.”

You do and it’s euphoric. Pleasure shooting through every neuron you have, tingles rushing through your limbs right to the tips of your finger and toes. You have to pull your hand from Atsumu's hair and instead slap it over your mouth to muffle the sound you make because fuck , if your parents heard that there's no way you could play it off as anything innocent.

Atsumu appears again once you've come down, looking overly pleased with him. He leans up to kiss your lips and you can taste yourself on him, something which, for some ungodly reason, immediately has you switched on again. “Good?” he asks softly when you break apart, and you can only nod as you heart thunders in your chest.

“Good,” you answer eventually before looping your arms around his neck. “But you have too many clothes now.”

Atsumu swears softly them when he feels your hips rubbing up against his. And he rushes to rid himself of what else he's wearing; his tracksuit pants, boxers and socks.

Unlike him, you admire him shameless when he climbs back over you, completely bare. His thighs, genuinely, make your mouth water and you wonder briefly if, maybe, if you do this with him again, they could be incorporated somehow. His actual dick too is nothing to sneeze at, although you will admit you haven’t seen too many in your life. Still, you try not to stare at it as he settle himself, hips between your thighs and chest pressed to yours.

“Still okay?” Atsumu asks you then, his voice low and serious. You nod in reply, reaching out lovingly to brush a few strands of his hair out of his eyes.

“Still okay. You?”

“All good.”

You nod, satisfied, and then shift yourself a little, getting comfortable. Then you wiggle your eyebrows at him. “Whenever you're ready.”

Atsumu snorts and lets his head drop so his forehead is pressed to your chest. “Jesus.”

You slap at his back then. “Don't fucking laugh at me!”

“Yer just…” Atsumu mumbles, shaking his head. “Yer so casual. How are you so casual about this?”

You shrug. “Think of it this way,” you tell him honestly. “Either I act causal. Or I freak the absolute fuck out because I’ve got the biggest fucking crush on you and holy fuck, we’re about to have sex and I-”

Atsumu cuts you off when he raises his head again to frown at you. “You’ve got a crush on me?”

You give him a blank look. “Did you not gather that from… everything we’ve just been doing?”

Atsumu blushes then - actually blushes - and frowns at you. “Not like that! You just… you never said it directly.”

You blink, thinking back. Technically, he’s right. Fucker.

“Atsumu,” you say then, reaching up to hold his face between both your hands. “I. Like. You.”

He blinks for a second, eyes wide. Then his head drops back into your shoulder - he seems to like it there - and he whines like a goddamn child. “Holy shit.”

“Happy now?” you ask. And you roll your hips up just for emphasis. Atsumu swears violently.

“Fucking- yes, I’m am. Can I… can I fuck you now?”

“Please,” you whine out, sliding your arms back around his shoulders. You feel his hand slide down between your bodies, lining himself up. And then -

Sweet lord jesus fucking christ -

Your fingers dig into his back and you have to stifle your moan in the muscle of his shoulder. He's just so much, there's so much of him all over you right now, it's almost overwhelming. It feels like Atsumu is everywhere, permeating your entire being and for a second you honestly think your soul might leave your body. It's not just the physical feeling of it but the emotional weight too that gets you - you'd woken up in this exact bed this morning thinking you’d never speak to Atsumu again, and now he’s sliding inside you, right here -

What the fuck?!

“'Tsumu,” you choke out as you let your head tilt back, eye squeezing shut. “H-holy shit, Atsumu!”

Atsumu doesn’t seem to be fair much better. He lets out a long moan into the skin of your shoulder before turning his head slightly to kiss along your neck. Only his kisses are sloppy and between each, you can hear him mumbling.

“Shit, ya feel so good, princess. Yer so tight I can’t fucking - Fuck I don’t even know - Holy fuck we’re actually-”

He cut himself off over and over, and you get the sense he's going through the same thing as you. In an attempt to comfort him, you slide a hand up the back of his neck into his hair and gently rub your fingers back and forth though it. “Atsumu,” you whisper to him - partly to help ground him and partly because it's the only fucking thing you can even think right now - right in his ear. “Atsumu, Atsumu, Atsumu-”

When he actually starts moving, everything just becomes more. You can feel so much of him and it's perfect. You love it more then you can even comprehend and as your body starts to move in sync with his, your hips rolling to meet his thrusts as he drives himself further into you, you actually feel like you’re melting, floating away as star dust in the night air.

Atsumu keeps swearing softly into your shoulder, his head remaining tucked there the whole time. His arms wrap around your body, hugging you against him and in response, you lock your legs around his hips. You can't help but turn you head and moan quietly in his hair as your heart pounds and your blood rushes and you really think you might just die. It feels good but there's so much more to it than just the physical. And you know Atsumu understand that too as the pair of you reach climax, tumbling over the edge one after the other.

You stay still with him for a long time afterwards, just wrapped up in each other. He's so warm and comforting against you, and he smells like home. You don't ever want him to leave, never in your whole life, and as he remains in yours arms you think he feels the same. It's only once he eventually pulls out of you and you have to separate that reality starts to sink in again. You wince when you realise just how gross you are right now.

“Fuck,” you mumble out as you slowly sit up. “I need… to shower.”

Atsumu looks over at you, also sitting. He scoots over to lean his chin on your shoulder as his arms slide around your waist. “Won't yer parents be suspicious about ya showerin' in the middle of the night?”

“Nah,” you shake your head. “I usually take showers when I can't sleep in the night, so they’ll just think it’s that.”

Atsumu frowns. “I didn’t know ya did that.”

“No one knows I do that, apart from my parents,” you admit to him then. Atsumu perks up immediately.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Not Suna?”

“Not Suna.”

You feel hims smile against your neck then, and it makes you smile. Your hand finds his and then, when you stand up on slightly wobbly legs, you drag him up with you. “C’mon."

“I’m coming?” Atsumu asks, confused. You turn to give him a look.

“Unless you wanna stay all gross and sweaty for the rest of the night.”

Atsumu blinks at you. Then his face splits into a grin. “I guess yer right,” he says then and shrugs, as if it just can’t be helped. “Let's go.”

You snort and shake your head at him before leading him towards your en suite bathroom. “Come on, you weirdo.”

“Hey, do I get to use yer body wash? I bet it’ll be good luck if I smell like you when I’m playing tomorrow.”

The last thing you do before you switch on the bathroom light and close the door behind the pair of you is give him a sharp smack upside the head.

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📒📓📔📕📖📗📘📙📚 have all the book emojis for the ask game go wild w as many as u want :3 (why r there so many book emojis tho. who needs all these books.)

(the answer to your book emoji question is me. I do. I use them to organize drafts in scrivener)

HOHOHOHO OKAY LET ME GO DO SOME DIGGING

Okay so first one. Herobrine haunting hermitcraft. So my idea was like - HC has a lot of old school and new school minecrafters playing together, which i distinguish from each other entirely based on vibes. Like, grian, mumbo, pearl, gem, team zit - they all feel more new school to me whereas like scar, keralis, cleo, joe, beef, etho, bdubs all feel more old school - sometimes because theyve played mc for a long time and sometimes just kind of because. ignore this - the only real important thing is that I think the more 'old school' players are familiar with herobrine as a concept in this au [I think all of the hermitcrafts probably know about herobrine irl so] whereas if the new schoolers know about herobrine at all it's as like, a ghost story. A myth.

So herobrine possessing the server and the hermits having to band together to defeat him and get their server back. And like, Herobrine goes from old school to new school mechanics. He adapts, learns to use a shield, can critical hit, all that jazz. thats all I have for this one but. uh. god. I love herobrine <- has been familiar w minecraft since infdev.

THEN there's my Vault Hunters based AU that's Polytechs that I...need to actually play vault hunters to PROPERLY right but the idea is - Iskall is a Vault Hunter and Mumbo and Grian alike. His basemates. He goes out and hunts vaults, they do everything to keep he base running so that he can keep going out to hunt vaults. Mumbo and Iskall designed the redstone and mechanical contraptions in the base together, Grian built the base around it - and they sometimes help out by reading maps to him over communicators, or prepping for him to come back hard. And I have this basic idea that something is like, threatening their world and that's why Iskall needs the vault artifacts - I have this idea that Poltechs is in one world bubble, the Create guys are in another world bubble, and then Imp and Skizz's skyblock is another world bubble. There are other vault Hunters [AKA the people on the VH SMP which i DESPERATELY want to watch oh my god,,,] unknowingly working against Iskall. Iskall maybe had a sort of Matrix-saw-outside-the-bubble moment where he realized they're all being like puppeted to be distracted from like, a world eater or something so its Polytechs save the day w VH mechanics.

THIS ONE,,,,, IS MORE A CONCEPT THAN AN IDEA BUT Etho & Mumbo & Xisuma as Old Gods - Herobrine, basically, with Grian & Pearl & Jimmy as New Gods - the watchers, and Iskall as like The Creator

Also I have a treebark like. darkish romance beauty and the beast meets buzzfeed unsolved style idea where, basically. Martyn can see ghosts but not really interact with them. He doesn't know how to get rid of it, he's gotten used to it. Ren is a werewolf King who has some sort of violent entity haunting his castle. He kidnaps Martyn because he hears as far as 'Martyn can see ghosts' and decides that can probably help. Martyn, again, doesnt know how to get rid of them but also the one is Ren's castle is weird because it can talk to him and interact with him and it looks kind of like Ren and huh- and basically. Basically. The two of them trying to stop this violent entity that swears it knows Ren, slowly but surely falling in love.

#Asks #lesbianwilby #Catch-All AUs #I have so many ideas and vibes rotating in my head at full speed always #Polytechs #Treebark #Hermitshipping #Trafficshipping

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paddockbunny · 2 years ago

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We’re all friends here - Part 4

READ PART 1 HERE // READ PART 2 HERE // READ PART 3 HERE Summary : You were Pierre's friend first and then he had to go and introduce you to one Mr Charles Leclerc, and what happens with you two couldn't exactly be described as friends. But then Pierre goes and complicates things even more by walking in on Charles eating you out..... Rating : 16+ Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader & Pierre Gasly x Reader & Charles Leclerc x reader x Pierre Gasly Word Count : 2, 668 Trigger Warnings : mention of threesome (found in PART 3), language and declaration of love talk 💞 *Authors Note : So I wasn't planning on continuing this past the actual threesome BUT...I'm enjoying it so I might do a few more chapters if thats something people want to keep reading. Song influence : I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

As soft music flowed around your apartment from the speaker in the corner you sat cross-legged on the floor behind you coffee table. Big, chunky textbooks were open as you checked, rechecked, crosschecked and rechecked the crosschecked parts of your work so it was absolutely accurate. You still had quite some time before you met with your tutor about your master’s dissertation but you liked to be super prepared. You highlighted the important part of the information so you wouldn’t forget it and saw your phone lighting up with a text alert. You considered ignoring it but the thought fell straight out of your head and instinctively you grabbed it, noting you could take a quick fifteen-minute break.

Pierre. The text you had received that illuminated your phone and forced you to take a break was from Pierre. You slumped back and allowed yourself to relax against the sofa. You hadn’t heard from Pierre in weeks. The last time was that morning after that night, the night that you had agreed to a threesome with him and Charles. He swore to you that nothing would come in-between the pair of you being friends and yet, the stupid fucking threesome had done just that. You felt hurt by his actions. Annoyed, frustrated, bitter even. You had text him on two separate occasions and he left you on read so you had started to come to the realisation perhaps you needed to consider your friendship with him over. You wished you never agreed to sleep with both of them.

As your eyes glared down at the simple message you couldn’t decipher what the words actually meant and if Pierre had read it over before sending it. He always called you pet names and those were missing. He used emoji’s and again, none were present. In fact, the whole tone was cold and not like him at all but then you figured perhaps he regretted what the pair of you had done and you needed to accept that. The message simply asked you to lunch the following day and as much as you wanted to say no you found your fingers texting out a response of “ok” before you could stop yourself. The text bubbles appeared almost simultaneously and he text you the restaurant he would meet you at. Again there was another thing that had altered. Pierre always picked you up. Always.

* following day*

You knew Pierre would be late. He always had a knack of running ten to fifteen late so as the time passed by it didn’t surprise you in the slightest that you sat there waiting on him. You had ordered yourself a glass of rose because in truth, you needed a goddamn drink to get through the lunch. The anxious knot tightened in your stomach as he kept you waiting. Your brain worked a million miles a second at all the reasons he could have brought you here but you supressed them all because you had a slight tendency at going off the deep end.

When Pierre finally arrived - looking far too good for just lunch – your anxieties and worries melted away somewhat. His grin was wide and there was something about the way he was looking at you that for some reason felt like home. As you arose and Pierre pulled your body into his, engulfing you in a warm strong hold, you felt every tense muscle relax. He wouldn’t have held you like this if he were going to tell you something bad like he didn’t ever want to see you again. No, Pierre hugged hard and this was certainly the usual hug you always received from him so you could calm down.

“I’m sorry I’ve been missing in action for a while, I had some work stuff going on and then some other stuff that, it got crazy.” You bought his explanation for his absence. The thing was, Pierre genuinely was busy and did honestly drop off the face of the earth sometimes but you overreacted this time due to the last time you were with him you had been having sex with him. And that was really the metaphorical elephant in the room. You didn’t know if you should bring it up or if Pierre would have wanted to discuss it with you. It would be awkward, that much was assured but you felt like the ice needed to be broken in someway. As the waiter approached the table you figured it would be best to leave that till after you’ve eaten.

Pierre ordered you another glass of wine and told you he would drive you home. After both of your plates were cleared from before you, Pierre angled his chair so it was closer to you. To everyone else in the room, Pierre’s subtle move would have been determined as being intimate and tongues could wag about how close the pair of you were. It was the last thing that you wanted to end up in some crappy gossip page online but the way those azure blue eyes gazed into yours could make you forget about it. The thing was, you had been lying to yourself the whole time you knew this man and finally having sex with him perhaps awoke the realisation in you. You could admit now that you possibly did have feelings for him. “Ma Cherie…” Pierre gently placed his hand on top of yours and “How long have you been seeing Charles?”

The question caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting him to bring up Charles so suddenly you didn’t feel prepared. And you certainly didn’t like being unprepared. You took a sip of the drink the waiter had only just placed down in front of you and thought about how to answer. Telling him there was a difference between seeing someone and what you and Charles were doing didn’t seem right. Informing him of the actual specifics also didn’t feel right so you decided to make it vague. “A few months.” You shrugged “But I don’t know if…well, we’re not really…” Words weren’t coming to you and he was making you nervous again. And you were sure he was going to laugh at you for thinking he didn’t already know, or be mad that you hadn’t told him, or be fucking pissed that you had been lying to him. But then what Pierre came out with next, really was even more of a shocker.

“Do you love him?” It floored you. You hadn’t asked yourself that question and now to have someone else asking you it totally knocked you. But then it dawned on you that any feelings you may or may not have started to have for Charles weren’t Pierre’s business – or anyone else’s as a matter of fact – and you let out an exasperated sigh. “P…we…” You stalled, and felt like there was no way you were about to provide him with an explanation. “It’s alright, relax…” He smiled and then sat back in his chair. “I’m only messing around.” And instantly you knew he was lying to you. There were subtle signs he gave whenever he was lying that he wasn’t even aware of. His eyebrow raised, he bit the inside of his cheek, he curled his tongue, fidgeted with his watch, amongst others. The watch fidget and inside cheek bite were the ones you noted right then in the following seconds after he claimed he was "messing around". “Pierre, I don’t know what you….” You were about to suggest that you didn’t know what it was he wanted to hear and something’s were too complicated and you couldn’t give him a definite answer too. “It’s ok y/n. The only thing I want you to answer is this…will you share a dessert with me?” As you smiled and nodded you sensed there was now something between the both of you. It was like a wall or something had gone up and you cursed yourself for not giving him a straight answer. As you hoped this didn’t mean you were loosing your best friend, you agreed to the dessert he wanted to share. If you had said yes, you were in love with Charles then would he have arisen from the table, stormed out of the restaurant and never spoken to you again? Would he have hated you for betraying his trust by sneaking around his back with his friend? Or would he have stayed, laughed at you and called you a fool for trusting him because he was so popular with women. Would he have tried to convince you Charles would only break your heart and not to be so stupid? But if you had said no what would he have done? Called you a whore? Made you feel cheap then run off to tell Charles that his hook-up didn’t want to be hooking-up anymore? Or perhaps even mock you for being just that, a regular hook-up, and not actually feel anything from it. There were truly no good options to you to answer the question he posed to you.

*A Few Days Later *

You dumped your stuff down on the sofa and practically drowned as you downed the remainder of your water bottle. Your legs had that familiar burn and jelly like feeling you always got after a run but you at least felt energised and awake. Running provided you with the opportunity to clear your mind and just think about the movement, one foot in front of the other, runner and tarmac, nothing else really mattered. You had work to be getting on with. Your meeting with your tutor went well yesterday and you wanted to press on with the areas you had discussed but first, you really needed to shower and get into comfy, looser clothes. As you finished your assault on the water bottle you were just about to walk to your bathroom to take said shower when your apartment door was roughly banged upon. You didn’t have a delivery scheduled today so there wasn’t any logical reason for anyone to be at your door to you approached it with apprehension.

Pressing your eye to the peephole you saw a rather anxious looking Charles standing outside waiting for you to answer. He had a race this weekend; Pierre had been talking about it a few days ago when you met him for lunch. And the fact it was Wednesday morning and he was still here, in Monaco, concerned you. You opened the door and the energy radiated off of him. You were right he was anxious. “Where have you been?” He asked and it confused you instantly because his tone was somewhat startled. “I’ve been trying to get in contact with you all morning.” “I went for a run.” You thought it was obvious from the fact you were in a sports bra and leggings – and the fact you must have been glimmering with sweat – but to Charles it seemed like new information. “And you didn’t take your phone?” You knew a lecture on switching off your devices and being at one with the world wasn’t what Charles had come here for but then he seemed too riled up to have come all the way to your apartment for sex also. You glared at him for a moment and he took the opportunity of you standing in your open doorway to mean he could come in and slightly pushed passed you.

He didn’t seem to settle when he finally got inside your apartment either. Something clearly was going on and if he had told you he was coming over you would have spent a good hour trying to scour all the F1 news sights to make sure it wasn’t anything serious then searched social media to work out if there was rumours or something else non team related you needed to know. But Charles had come over unannounced and so you finally asked him what the hell was going on

“Pierre said you had lunch with him.” So he got this worked up about Pierre? You nodded and informed him you had indeed had lunch with him earlier in the week. You narrowed your eyes at him and wondered what you having lunch with your friend had to do with Charles. “He came to see me this morning. He asked how long we’ve been fuc….how long we’ve had something going on.” You noted the way Charles stopped himself. He didn’t continue with how Pierre would have worded it, regarding it as “fucking”. And in that split second it dawned on you and realised that Charles never once referred to it as that, he hadn’t really referred to it as anything but you would rather that than minimising and reducing it down to just sex. “He asked me too.” You admitted and you watch Charles scoff before turning away from you and heading to the floor to ceiling windows of your apartment. A large, loud sigh left him and you observed as he drew his hand over his face. It was something you had never witnessed him do before and the action unnerved you. The whole thing unnerved you. You had never seen him like this before. “Did he also ask you if we were serious?” He stayed grounded to his position by the window but turned to look at you and words seemed to fail you. You nodded and the action was met with another scoff and this time his head fell down.

As Charles anxiety seemed to invisibly transfer on to you, you tried to master your breathing. Something in your head seemed to tell you that this was it. It was over between you and Charles and you knew how much you didn’t want that to happen because finally - after being prompted by Pierre to ask yourself the question - you in fact realised you had been lying to yourself and you were a little bit in love with him. “He’s in love with you.” Charles’ eyes glared into yours as his voice seemed to mellow and say the words softly than all the others he had spoken up to that point. You could only reply with a “what?” “Pierre is in love with you. I think he’s been in love with you since the moment he met you.” “Did he tell you this?”

“He didn’t have too…” The four words clung in the air and nothing seemed to make any sense. It didn’t make sense Charles was here saying this when he should have been on a plane out of Monaco hours ago. It didn’t make any sense that he thought Pierre was in love with you because Pierre never implied that on any single occasion and regularly flaunted girls in front of you. And it didn’t make any sense for Pierre to have went and asked the same questions to both of you as if he was a spy gathering Intel only to go and betray his country (his country being two of his best friends). You couldn’t think straight. Charles words kept going round and round in your head and you simply couldn’t comprehend it. You knew that having that stupid fucking threesome would complicate things.

And then you looked back at Charles and you just knew he was gearing up to say something else. You didn’t want him to break up with you over this – break up with you? as if he could actually break-up with someone he was only sleeping with and wasn’t actually romantically involved with but you knew this was about to hurt like it was a real break-up. You said his name softly, hoping he could hear the worry weaving through your voice as you did so. And then, as he said his next words, you heart all but stopped… “If I asked you to be with me, properly. Would you say yes?” “Charles I…”

“I’m not going to lose you…”

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themore12 · 2 years ago

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The 10 reasons you have my heart now.

Idia Shroud.

The first time we met face to face you took your time to talk to me, you didn’t even care when i stuttered or randomly rambled.

Despite my shyness you took your time to let me have space and respect my personal bubble.

You play with me a lot. Not the 2-3 games the 10-15 games. You take my trash talk like a champ :).

Despite me being gloomy most of the times you still stick through? I don’t know why but you make me gloomy less? Yeah like that….i’m not sure….

I don’t have anymore reasons D: i just feel better around you!!! I don’t have a correction tape god damn it. Thats so cringe :(

Even though im a shut in and a nerd you still boast me around your friends. It was Ace. Ace was the one that snitched he kept complaining that you always boast about me :D.

I feel safer around you. It feels like rook, kalim, and cater won’t look for me :). I feel like you’re a shield that dowsnt doesn’t allow any extraverts around me at all lol

I always feel a bit more confident around you. It feels like with you are around i could make a fool of myself and you would be there to comfort me lolz.

I don’t have any more i think? I just can’t figure out why i love you so much, i just realized that while making this lol. NOT SAYING THAT I DONT LOVE YOU, I DO ITS JUST THAT I CAN PINPOINT THE REASON.

I just love you like that bb grill. Please stop ignoring me :(.

I love you so much you dork. But i feel like im the dork in this situation?

Feels poggers in the relationship but not poggers as a gamer. Who cares about gamer poggers when i have you ❤️ /heart eyes emoji. I CANT PRINT SHIT AND DRAWING SMTH SO SMALL IS HARD OK?? ATLEAST I DID THE HEARTTT

DONT JUDGE ME :(. I WROTE THIS LATE AT NIGHT ITS 1 AM.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst idia #idia shroud #twisted wonderland idia shroud #twst idia x reader #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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ppersonna · 4 years ago

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swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary- after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks and @hongism for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you.

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily.

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it.

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water.

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk.

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.”

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo.

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?”

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above.

“You call Jimin a prince?”

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband.

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.”

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.”

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own.

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.”

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.”

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid.

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom.

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed.

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it.

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can.

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone.

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway.

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk.

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read.

He just matched with YOU.

His best friend.

His secret, lifelong crush.

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it.

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen.

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other.

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message.

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone.

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend.

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone.

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion.

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff.

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband.

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line.

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend.

“It’s nothing!”

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.”

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.”

You roll your eyes.

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off.

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams.

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback.

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly.

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures.

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen.

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more.

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is.

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork.

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you.

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause.

“What’s up?” He asks curiously.

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner.

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours.

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own.

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to.

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator.

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze.

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face.

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest.

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others.

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park.

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too.

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth.

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm.

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing.

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it.

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck.

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes.

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently.

“And I promise to never run away from you again.”

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself.

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again.

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with.

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing.

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss.

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours.

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly.

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed.

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?”

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement.

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.”

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited.

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs.

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes.

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more.

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.”

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable.

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan.

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water.

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently.

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue.

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue.

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets.

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully.

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.”

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body).

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are.

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down.

“Still dreaming?”

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire.

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes.

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart.

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout.

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug.

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing.

“I plan to find out everything.”

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.”

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss.

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you.

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.”

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body.

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands.

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.”

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation.

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.”

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off.

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt.

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation.

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion.

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship.

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister.

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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03l210 · 2 years ago

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Hello Hello!! Can I ask Himeko Murata or Sandrone Headcannons?? The plot would be, Himeko/Sandrone reacting to their S/O imitating people(Just like Griseo from Honkai Impact). Its okay if you won't accept this request, I understand !!!

I dont know if your accepting Anons but if yes, can I be ' ☕🧋Anon' ??

Anon I LOVE how you think oh my god ofc I'm going to accept this request (totally not because Griseo is one of my favorite flame-chasers, definitely not)!! I decided to just go with Sandrone for this because I am in DESPERATE need of writing for her, but I will definitely update this post/make a new one for Himeko later because I love this idea... Also, I am 100% always accepting anons as long as the emoji is available, which I will make a list for soon! However, I do ask that you only choose one emoji/name so for now I'll just refer to you as Latte/Coffee anon but just let me know if you want to be referred to by Bubble Tea/Boba anon instead in my inbox and I will update it! ^-^

Now, without further ado:

Sandrone with a S/O that imitates people (HC):

Okay so for Sandrone it’s pretty much a huge case of favoritism for her 😭

She honestly seems like she would hate hearing people’s imitations of others but when it's you??? Oh my god she finds it so endearing and just silently enjoys hearing your imitations of people, be it while you are complaining or are just doing it for whatever other reason.

Like she just enjoys it from you

You could be imitating Dottore’s maniacal laughter and whatever random sounds he makes while thinking about something or doing one of his experiments or you could be imitating Pierro’s speech from earlier that day and she will just be softly smiling while giving you the smallest, most loving glance ever IM SO

She doesn't have even the slightest problem with it... Until you imitated Tartaglia while fighting one of her robots to test its capabilities for her

One day she is just observing you fighting while noting down the machine’s weak points that you find mid-fight and then all of the sudden while she is grabbing another piece of paper from her side, she just hears you yell out “Riptide!!” followed by the laugh of a certain ginger haired harbinger

HER FACE OH MY GOD

she looks like one of those shocked cats😭

her mouth is in its usual smile, except this time her mouth is just slightly open, and her eyes are just wide open and blinking while she is frozen in place processing what she just heard before turning her head to you and having the robot she sits on bring her to where you are in front of the now broken machine

when you turn around her face is back to its usual soft smile and open eyes, but you can practically SEE the hatred coming off of her smile

its lowkey a little bit scary when you take in the GIANT ROBOT SHES ON THATS LOOMING OVER YOU

"My dear... might I ask of you to never imitate that boy again if possible?" she asks you so sickeningly sweet that it has chills going down your spine

I think it's safe to say you don't imitate Childe in front of her again after that

Once that is settled, she just goes back to silently admiring you and your imitations of others while ignoring that whole interaction

as if you didn't get the shit scared out of you that day😭

(I took some slight inspiration from the fact that Griseo imitates Mei's ult for the Childe part I couldn't help myself)

#sandrone x reader #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #sandrone genshin impact #idk what else to tag help #i think that's all???

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ordinary-funky-feline-type · 4 years ago

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hmmm sometimes when i think of the name of a ship in my head i refer to the whole dynamic and relationship, but it doesnt have to necessarily be romantic and both-sided. like when i think of usuk, im thinking of the whole of them, but most of it is just uk pining over america and other toxik and shitty (n very cool) dynamics. i cant see murica as completely loving of him, not explicitly (except maybe in some temporary situations). but when i step back and look at the whole of them then i can obviously see the love and tension and deepness and blahblahh, even if when im focusing on the day to day moments it may seem completely one-sided. on the iggy side of things, his relationship w murica is obviously the most intense n obsessively loving shit he's ever had but i wont get into that classic

tl;dr "a ship doesnt necessarily refer to a explicit/romantic/requited love, it can also refer to a complex and changing relationship that may not ever even get anywhere. Or even a one-sided romance"

now, i dont like fruk, because (and yes im contradicting my explanation above a bit) i dont like to focus on the love or the romantic/sexual/whatever part of their relationship. but i DO love their relationship, which contains a lot of things, some of them ARE sex and love. but, i dont know, in my head that part is not relevant to the whole concept of their dynamics and their bond as a whole.

mm thats why i usually try to avoid saying 'fruk' when i talk about my interpretation of those two charas, cus i dont want ppl to think i'm referring to the ship. i prefer to say eng & france n stuff like that. same with prus and hungary, yeah maybe they fucked, but in my head the important characteristic of their bond is for instance, their friendship and rivalry. the sex is just a tool to get to and highlight those important parts

'usuk' in my head is not us and uk, usuk is usuk, cus in their relationship the part where they feel romantic love and all that shit is v e r y important.. So much that i cant even imagine the character of iggy without him being in love with murica, to me thats just an intrinsic part of his character. So yeah the “ship” aspect of their relationship is quite the main point for me. like everything they do that has to do with the other is affected by this thing. also lil obvious side-note. sex and romance is not the only way to show and express love, its just the most known ones. And also we are talking about countries in the shape of humans, and they are absolutely not humans, so i can do whatever the fuck i want with them. iggy expresses his love for murica in ways that he himself doesnt even know or realise, all of that while he fucks the entirety of europe on the side. He may not ever lay a finger on him and with that he’s being 200% more genuine and vulnerable than any time he fucks spain or whoever. usuk FOR LIFE

basically: To me a ‘ship’ is not referring to the actual relationship but to the angle with which you approach it. An established ‘romantic’ relationship may not be a ship if its not relevant to you or your story, but a dude who’s in love with a celebrity that lives in another continent that he’s never seen may be a ship if thats what makes sense to what youre imagining. for instance i love biker x jacket even though they never interact. I just like to think of the potential of their personalities together. Not explicit but still… “romantic”? I dont know what words to use to explain those thoughts. But so like, france n iggz: explicit, not “romantic”. Usuk: “romantic” but not explicit? (jiji who am i kidding, maybe sometimes it does get explicit but whatever, thats the general idea)

I love to consume one-sided ships, but im still not comfortable enough to let myself do it? Perhaps in the future my usuk will be completely one-sided, who knows. I still got residual damage from exposure to mainstream ship dynamics as a kid Also i lied. Ijijij i do like fruk a bit, i do think that theres potential for some cute stuffz, specially when they are young. I think that they are super close, and there are million ways of showing that. I dislike fruk when its just fruk in a bubble and thats it. But i love it when its surrounded by the context of this whole hetaverse that lives in my brain (that has to do with me not being interested in other fan’s creations). No england ship ever gets to what usuk is for me, n dats awesom. I like to think that england just entirely took his own heart, pulled it out of his chest, and handed it over to america (along with his multiple other toxicities emoji of cowboy smiling). His heart has already found a place but that doesnt mean he cannot experience sum exciting stuffz with other countries!!! In fact he does, a lot, just like the rest of the charas!!! EVERY SHIP IN HETALIA IS CANON, go have fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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mlmdarkfiction · 4 years ago

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maybe this is too specific lol but could i have hc's for yandere yoosung & jumin being just a little too happy when their crush (who's a trans dude) asks them on tips for being more masculine or just for passing as a guy overall? like they're a little bit happy over the control that gives them & the opportunity to get closer to them? anyways hope you have a great day, love your blog

I JUST REALIZED THIS SAYS HCS AND I WROTE TWO WHOLE ASS FICS UHHH-

I hope this is okay...if you want headcanons let me know! I also didn’t make them very yandere aside from yoosung (but thats kinda canon) because my brain said full comfort. Apparently despite writing all the time I have NO reading comprehension. I cannot read.

Anyway! I really loved this request actually! and I might try my hand at writing one for all of the RFA and attatch it to this one in separate chapters. I may even attempt at writing a version with nonbinary specfic, and trans woman specfic reader if there’s interest because lets be real we need more trans reader content for EVERYONE

OBVIOUS CONTENT WARNING FOR DYSPHORIA MENTIONS Read on AO3:

Read Below:

Yoosung:

____: Hey Yoosung?

It’s only a text.

A simple text.

It’s not like you two haven’t texted privately without the gaze of the other RFA members, before.

But all those other instances...It was mostly him who initiated it.

You’re texting him!

You’re really texting him!

And he didn’t even text you first!

He couldn’t be more thrilled if he tried.

Unfortunately for his grades, Yoosung’s homework has been completely ignored, and in his rush to respond back he’s almost completely dropped his phone on his face.

Yoosung: YES Yoosung: Sorry! OMG I didn’t mean to use all caps!!!

He doesn’t have the excuse of caps lock, after all he’s using a phone, not a computer.

Thankfully for him, you find him and his eagerness cute.

It takes a while before he gets another text from you.

He spends the minutes waiting, and watching the three little bubbles on his phone that indicate you’re typing.

There’s no way for the blonde to know it yet, but it’s taking you so long to respond back because you’re

It wasn’t long into your time with the RFA that you told them you were trans. There was just something about the way they assumed you were a woman right away that had made you uncomfortable, so not only did you tell them you were a man, but you told them why exactly that had bothered you.

And to your surprise, everyone had taken it relatively well!

But it doesn’t mean you’re any less anxious. You doubt you’ll ever get over being anxious when it comes to these things.

Finally though you’re able to steel your resolve, and send the text.

____: Do you think there’s anything I could do to pass better?

It takes Yoosung an embarrassing time to realize what you mean. He’s still not the most informed about trans issues, despite trying to learn more so that he can (one day) be a better partner to you.

He wants to be someone you can rely on!

____: Passing.

More texts, because he took way too long to reply.

____: Or like…

____: I just want to look more masculine, you know? Like you

You think he looks masculine?

Yes!

Fuck yes!

But…

Here comes the problem.

Yoosung has never really thought about how he looks, not in the sense of masculinity.

In fact he only really thinks about how he looks when Zen or someone else brings it up.

He kind of just...wears the one hoodie, and aside from a couple of incidents when he was younger no one’s ever really mistaken him for a girl before.

So he just responds the best way he knows how, even if it’s kind of cheesy.

Yoosung: I don’t know how to help with that.

And...For good measure he sends his regular starry eyed emoji before continuing his text, unaware his pause caused you more anxiety.

Yoosung: You’re already more masculine than me!

It’s an honest answer.

If anyone else had said it you wouldn’t have believed them, you would have chalked it up to them just wanting to humor you, but coming from someone like Yoosung you were inclined to believe him.

Jumin:

You’re happy.

Happier now then you had been in a while.

Perhaps for the first time ever truly in your life.

It didn’t mean you still didn’t have troubles, or anxieties.

Like now.

Even as you’re holding onto Jumin’s arm you can’t help but feel a little...self conscious at his side.

It’s nothing he or his business partners have done, that’s just how it is sometimes, especially when dysphoria is involved.

There’s nothing to cause it.

Sometimes it’s just sudden.

Something about being in the room with a bunch of rich and powerful men, although as Jumin’s husband you too are technically a rich and powerful man, makes you feel bad about yourself.

You manage to find a moment in between the conversation to quietly interject,

“Excuse me, Gentlemen, I’m going to go to the restroom.”

There’s nothing off putting about the statement. The meeting had been going on for about an hour now, it was only natural someone at the meeting would need to excuse themselves.

No one thinks anything of it.

No one but Jumin.

And since you’re leaving you don’t notice you’re being watched. You don’t see the way Jumin’s dark eyes follow your form as you leave.

Having anxiety meant that running away to hide in bathrooms, or any other private space you could find, wasn’t exactly uncommon.

It’s nothing new.

You avoid the sight of the mirrors, your own reflection, like the plague as you make your way to a stall, quickly closing it and taking a deep breath.

A moment of peace, a moment to regain your thoughts. That’s all you needed.

Although you know it’s unlikely anyone in the meeting had bad thoughts about you, and even less likely they’d voice them around Jumin, it didn’t help the deep seeded paranoia. That somehow everyone knew you were trans, and that because of them knowing they viewed you as less than them.

And Jumin could only do so much to protect you. He hadn’t asked you to even come along on this trip, you’d been the one to offer, wanting to stop hiding in the shadows but…

People talk.

Tabloids talk.

The more you find yourself stuck alone in the stall trying to force yourself to calm down the more worked up you become.

When someone finally knocks on the stall you almost jump out of your skin entirely.

“Uh-” You clear your throat, and try to make your voice sound deeper in your anxiety. “Occupied?”

A familiar sigh sounds from behind the door, and instantly your shoulders droop with lessened anxiety.

“____?”

“...Yeah.”

As soon as you’ve opened the stall door you’re pulled tightly into a hug.

Jumin doesn’t necessarily understand exactly what you’re going through, you both know it. You’ve tried to explain dysphoria to him before, and although he understands the basics that’s all really...and to be fair it’s not as if a cis person ever could truly understand what gender dysphoria is like…

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to make you feel better.

And at least, no matter how you saw yourself, you knew Jumin saw you as his husband.

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bratkook · 5 years ago

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clairvoyant. (m) part seven.

masterlist.

pairing: taehyung x reader (briefly) jungkook x reader

word count: 15k+ damn my bad

warnings: nsfw, spanking, dirty talk, unprotected sex (dont do this) but otherwise pretty tame at the end

authors note: i know i said this would go up monday but im clearly a liar i stayed up late last night writing this and it’s partially edited so if something looks fucked up dont come for me :( ill edit it later i just wanted to get it up lmfao im thinking another chapter left, maybe 2 anyways lmk what u think

Its Monday afternoon and you’re sat at your desk at work, your fingers mindlessly tapping on your mousepad as you retouch a portrait on your desktop. To be honest, you weren’t really paying it any attention, your mind kept drifting over to the text Jungkook had sent you the other night while he was drunk. Sure he had asked you to help him get his dick wet and a part of you knows he meant help as in_ help me find someone new_ but the perverted side of you hoped he meant help as in let me fuck you.

“Okay, unless you’re trying to make her skin look like plastic you need to ease off.”

Your hands jump at Yoongi’s voice and you realize the monstrosity you created on the models face, wincing as you delete the layer entirely to start over.

“Oops, thanks.” Yoongi just laughs, resting his arm on your shoulder and slouching over your seated frame as you resume editing with a slightly clearer head.

“Did you sleep okay last night?” He had been watching you during your entire shift together, today was an easier day, only slight organizing and retouching being the things on the to-do list but you had been very spacey. You were misnaming files and not being able to find them on the desktop, forgetting basic commands on photoshop that were second nature to you and you had mistakenly put coffee grounds instead of instant coffee in Yoongis morning cup and hadn’t realized.

Your hand came up to scratch your temple as you thought back to yesterday, waking up at three in the afternoon hungover as fuck in Jimin’s bedroom. Both of you had managed to go to sleep in the same exact clothes you went out in and your body was stiff which lead you to believe whatever sleeping position you chose had been very unfortunate.

Both of your phones had died in the middle of the night since the pair of you had been way to drunk to even think of plugging them in and when Jimin finally waltzed in from the bathroom, his hair damp from the shower, he suggested going out to eat so you let your phone remain dead in your pocket as you went about your day. You were blissfully unaware of Jungkook’s text sitting pretty in your inbox.

In turn Jungkook was sat in his own bed, a massive headache pounding so hard he swore his eyes were vibrating from the force. He remembered the text, hell he remembered jacking off in the shower before sending said text. So when he was finally able to sit up without wanting to vomit he was expecting his phone to have a notification from you, your typical response backed with a handful of suggestive emojis because you knew it made him blush.

But when there was nothing he felt his eyebrows furrow together, his finger locking his phone and tossing it beside him in bed as he lay back down. Had he crossed a line? His message was tame enough to leave it open to interpretation but Jungkook knew how he meant it when he sent it, he may have been high off his orgasm but he knew.

He continued to lay in bed for the majority of the day, only leaving to go to the cafeteria with Taehyung once he finally awoke, equally as hungover. He ate as much as he could stomach, not accustomed to hangovers that left his stomach feeling queasy. Unlike you who was currently stuffing as many breadsticks in your mouth as you could in the restaurant you and Jimin occupied, only leaving once your stomach was at capacity. You didn’t get a chance to see Jungkook’s text until eight o’clock that night and when you did see it your mind first went to sex. Jungkook was asking you for sex.

Sort of.

Slapping perverted thoughts from your head you responded with a simple of course i’ll help you. Leaving it at that, you knew he had sent you the first text while wasted so you were giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Those cursed perverted thoughts haunted your dreams though, images of you riding a shy Jungkook on your bed until he came noisily playing over and over and over you were surprised you hadn’t woken up with your underwear covered in remnants of an orgasm.

You hadn’t slept well at all.

You tell Yoongi this with a tight lipped smile and he nods sympathetically, “What are you doing after this?”

Looking at the clock you see there is twenty minutes left before the end of your shift, Taehyung had already messaged you earlier in the day asking to hang out and whether that meant actually hanging out or hanging out you weren’t sure but either way was fine with you. You needed a distraction to help you stop seeing the image of Jungkook cumming replaying in your mind.

“I’m seeing Tae.”

You don’t look up to see Yoongi’s reaction, not wanting to see any facial expression of judgment when you mention Taehyung’s name. Thankfully he only hums in response, watching you save your current file and start to shut down the computer and going to his own workstation to start doing the same.

When the time comes to leave you say your goodbyes, Yoongi getting into an uber to head to Jimin’s, telling you if you wanted to join them after you were done with Taehyung you were more than welcome. You hug him and tell him you’ll think about it before hopping onto the bus and heading back to campus.

The weather was getting colder in the day, its nearing the end of the first week of October and the fallen leaves decorating the sidewalks made that obvious. Once you hop off on campus you take note of the flyers plastered on bulletin boards, big posters taped on the sides of the buildings to announce the various Halloween themed events going on and you grin at all the activities that you love. This was always your favorite time of year.

As you trek your way into the boys dorm you greet Baekhyun at the front desk before entering the elevator with your phone in your hand. Your eyes are downcast as you scroll through your campus portal, skimming through the various assignments you had due this month and starting to feel the small tingles of stress creep up on you.

The elevator dings and you step out, your fingers tapping on an assignment due later tonight. Your eyes are glued to your device so you don’t notice Jungkook stood a few feet away, frozen in spot as he sees you. It’s not until you’re about to run into him that his shadow snaps you out of your daze, your eyes flicking up, “Oh, Jungkook!” You throw him a charming smile as you wrap your arms around him in greeting.

Jungkook relaxes when he feels your embrace, the nerves he’s felt since sending you that text vanish, his own arms wrapping around your body with a gentle squeeze. “Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?”

In retrospect he knows what you’re doing here but he needs to hear you say it. He needs to remind himself that you’re not here to see him to fulfill any sick desires he has.

You pull back still smiling, slipping your phone into your back pocket to give him your full attention. “Taehyung text me wanting to hang out so,” you spread your arms out widely, “here I am.”

He can only grin at that, of course you weren’t here to see him. You were here to see Taehyung. The man you fucked. Constantly. Not him.

You take note of his appearance, a giant black hoodie swallowing his frame and his school bag draped over his shoulder, “Are you heading out somewhere?” You speak again when he says nothing in response.

“Yeah, just to a study group at the library.” His eyes give you another once over, he wants to keep talking to you but it’s clear you have other things to get to, “I don’t want you to keep Tae waiting so I’ll be off.” He shoves his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie with a small smile and steps around you awkwardly.

You can only mutter out a small okay because he’s acting a little strange but thats typically how Jungkook acts. He’s relatively shy, only speaking when spoken to and whenever he has bouts of confidence where he jokes and laughs and says things you’d never imagine him saying it only lasts for a moment before he’s back to shy Jungkook.

You wave at him and continue walking down the hallway to Taehyung’s room. Jungkook manages to take two steps towards the elevator before stopping and turning back around, “Y/N!” He shouts, flinching a little at his own voice and cringing when he sees you jump for a second, turning around with a curious face. “Do you think we could hang out soon? Like…” he rummages in his brain as he thinks of something else to say, “maybe after all our classes tomorrow?”

You think for a moment, you have a few classes after the creative writing class you share with him and another work shift right after so that won’t work. “I can’t tomorrow but after classes on Friday I’m free.” Jungkook doesn’t even think about his schedule, shouting out that Friday works for him as well and now your beaming smile is back and Jungkook can feel his stupid heart skip a beat at the sight.

Now he can finally leave in peace, a small pep in his step as he enters the elevator but that doesn’t stop him from aggressively jabbing his finger against the close door button so he doesn’t have to see you walk into Tae’s room.

Luckily the week passes by quickly, Jungkook had nerves bubbling up in his stomach the entire time. It wasn’t like he had never hung out with you one on one, you guys usually hung out during the free period you had after your shared class but it was something that was sort of routine. This time he had explicitly asked to hang out, he wasn’t sure why that felt so different but it did so as his professor recites his final sentences Jungkook is totally zoned out, only coming back when he hears he’s dismissed. And then hes shooting up out of his seat, throwing his backpack over his shoulders and speed walking out of the building and onto the quad.

He passes the stupid cafe and ducks his head, walking even faster to avoid the possibility of Jisoo spotting him through the giant windows. When he feels he can no longer be spotted he lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing and his pace slowing down. That gross feeling he had in his chest after Jisoo had slammed the door in his face hadn’t gone away, he still felt like he had done something horrible even though he knows he hadn’t but the small glares Jisoo would send him whenever she would spot him on campus just made that feeling linger.

He was counting down the days she would graduate, or at least until she’d set her eyes on someone else because he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. She hadn’t resorted to shouting things at him or anything too out of pocket but it was clear to Jungkook that she was telling her circle of friends that he had done something despicable and they were telling their friends. The whispers and small huddling that would happen when he would pass them on campus or in the rare occurrence that they shared a class made that obvious. He hated it.

Once he finally makes it into the girl’s dorm Joy greets him with a smile and he tries his best to return it. Letting her simple question erase the worries in his mind, “Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”

He grabs his id back from her and looks up with a nod, that was actually what he was going to suggest the two of you do. He had seen the abundance of posters around campus advertising the event and it sounded like fun. “Yeah actually, I’ve never been.”

Joy smiles with a clap of her hands, knowing it’s his first year at this school, “It’s a good time, lots of snacks and someone always finds a way to sneak booze in. You guys will like it.” She refers to you when she says that, already knowing thats who Jungkook was here to see. Jungkook can feel someone behind him so he shuffles away to let the person sign in, waving at Joy as he makes his way up to your room.

The hallways of your floor are covered in fake spiderwebs, skeletons draped over some girl’s doors while others had plastered colored paper and drawn up their own version of spooky designs that reminded him of his years in elementary school. It was cute and honestly the boy’s dorms could take some notes because the only decoration they currently had was a skeleton sitting on one of the toilets in the bathroom.

As he stands in front of your door he takes note of the white board you and Wendy have hung up and he laughs softly when he sees whats written on it. In red marker it says *dracula voice* we want to suck your blood with some poorly drawn fangs underneath it and in the corner beside it the word dick is written with an obnoxious arrow coming up to point at the word blood to replace it.

His knuckles knock on your room door, hearing shuffling from behind it and some laughter before it’s thrown open and you’re greeting him with a smile, “Hey Jungkook.” Your lips shimmer back thanks to the clear lipgloss you’re currently wearing and his eyes zero in on them.

“Hey.” He mumbles out and you catch his eyes giving you a once over, finally making eye contact when you step to the side to let him in. He steps into the room and notices that you and your roommate must really love this holiday because you both have decked it out in halloween decorations. There’s a giant spiderweb rug in the center of the floor between your beds and a string of bat fairy lights hung behind your beds where you pinned more polaroids onto it. Theres a soft orange glow that fills the room and he notices you two have even gone as far as sticking led tape to the ceiling for the ambiance.

“Love the commitment.”

You chuckle, pointing over to your roommate with a smile, “She’s a slut for halloween and so am I so we had to. It’s not fully finished yet, we gotta grab some more stuff don’t we?”

When he looks over at Wendy’s side he spots her sat on her bed as she ties her shoes, “You bet your ass we do, I’m thinking we need different curtains or maybe a full on skeleton like Yeri has hung on her door.”

Jungkook can’t imagine how much more effort you two could put into your room but the determination set on Wendy’s face shows that she’s not joking. “Alright I’m off to go be a slave to the systems of education, pray I make it through this four hour lecture.” You laugh and clasp your hands in faux prayer, laughing harder when she rolls her eyes at you with a smile, telling you and Jungkook goodbye and dragging her feet like a child as she leaves.

“What did you wanna do today?” You ask him as you go back to your mirror to finish fixing your hair up. Jungkook sets his bag on the floor beside your bed, rolling his shoulders as he sits on it and shuffles backwards until he feels the cool of the wall against his back.

“There’s that rooftop bonfire happening later on, I was thinking maybe we could go to that?”

Your face perks up when he mentions that, immediately saying it was a good idea. That yearly bonfire was always the best, last year they had managed to bring up a giant blow up projector and played some classic halloween movies while everyone sat around the bonfire and made s’mores. Jin had snuck in a few flasks full of vodka so you and your group had been nice and drunk, bundled up in blankets while Hocus Pocus played.

“That actually sounds perfect, did you wanna head down to the store to grab some stuff?” Your attention was back on the mirror, your fingers coming to wipe at the corners of your mouth to fix any smudges of your gloss so Jungkook felt like he could stare at you and not get caught. You had your hair in messy waves, one side tucked behind your ear as you leaned forward and the cropped grey crewneck you had on wasn’t going to do much to protect you from the cold but it was obvious the outfit was for purely aesthetic purposes.

“Sure, lets go.”

The both of you head back out onto campus, two reusable bags in your hand to help you carry whatever you decide to buy. The bonfire usually had enough snacks for everyone but it was always good to go out and buy stuff you knew you liked as a safety net. The walk was nice, the sun had finally set, the last remaining hues of purple peeking away behind the buildings, allowing the floor lights to illuminate the path you were walking on.

Jungkook seemed to be out of his usual shy shell, his hands flailing around as he talked to you about the project he was working on in his intro to ceramics class. He swore he had no talent in it and was only taking it since he needed the units the class came with but you found it hard to believe since the photos he would post online said otherwise.

“You’re so full of shit.”

His mouth dropped open, his arms freezing in the position they were currently in as he tried to show you the motions of making a mug, “I swear. I’m gonna make you a mug and it’s gonna be the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen and you’re gonna have to love it because you doubted me.”

That just makes you laugh and he smiles down at you, “I’d love that, make it extra big too. Big enough so I can pour two cups of coffee in it and I’ll treasure it forever, no matter how ugly it is.”

He nods in thought, his lips pursed together because he was definitely gonna do that now. He really wasn’t the worst at ceramics but now he was determined to make you a half decent mug to drink your morning coffee. “Deal, give me a week.” He pulled the door open for the store and let you slip in first, the bells dinging up ahead to notify the worker of your presence.

You went for the chips, stuffing two bags of spicy tteokbokki chips into your bag as your first choice. Jungkook roams over to the sweets, grabbing a few of the chocopie for himself, calling your name out as he holds one up and when you nod he grabs a few more for you as well. It takes you both a few minutes to raid the shelves, huddling in a corner with the bag pulled apart to inspect the damage, “Is this enough?”

Jungkook hums as his eyes scan the contents, spicy chips, seaweed crisps, chocopies, some sausages, two small containers of banana milk for himself and a few cans of sparkling soju crammed at the bottom for you two to conceal. This seemed like enough, and you kept saying there would be more options once you got there so he didn’t think you should load up on too much. “Yeah, I think we’re good.”

Satisfied, you pay for your goods and make your way back to your building where the event would take place. You hop into the elevator and click the very top floor, he could see your big smile in the reflection, your feet tapping excitedly and he feels a smile spreading on his own face, happy that he chose an activity that made you this giddy.

When the doors open to the roof you step out onto the hallway and walk up three steps through the doors that lead to roof access. Jungkook had no idea either of the dorm buildings even had roof access so he’s amazed at that fact alone. The entire perimeter is blocked up by a cement border to prevent anyone from falling off, a plethora of plants covering it up to make it look more pleasing to the eye. Right in the middle of it all was the bonfire, thin and long and already lit up with people sat on the surrounding couch.

Besides that were a handful of bean bags and comfy chairs in case there wasn’t enough seating on the couch and if that wasn’t enough either there was a giant space open up in front of the blow up projector for anyone to lay a comfy blanket down to chill.

The snack and beverage table was placed to the left which was where you were currently dragging Jungkook to. You pulled out a few of the treats you had bought to leave them for anyone to enjoy and Jungkook couldn’t resist grabbing a piece of chocolate that was meant for the s’mores, letting the candy melt in his mouth as his eyes roamed the place some more.

“Hey, isn’t that Jimin?” He spoke slowly, not wanting the melted candy to drool out of his mouth. You were munching on a cinnamon cracker, your head turning to where he was pointing and low and behold it was Jimin. He was currently sat on the grey couch in front of the fire right next to a girl you recognized as Chaeyoung, she was holding a marshmallow on top of the fire, laughing as Jimin surely teased her for burning it.

“Yeah it is.” You smiled to yourself, seeing your best friend behaving uncharacteristically flirty, accepting a bite of the slightly burnt marshmallow smushed between the chocolate and crackers in Chaeyoung’s hands, licking his lips and plucking the snack out of her grasp to feed her the rest of it.

Jungkook walked towards them, seeing a few empty spots to their left on the smaller couch by the fire, he noticed the metal basket by the couch containing blankets so he snagged one out before he took a seat, handing it to you when you sat beside him.

“Y/N, Jungkook!” Jimin notices you two the second you sit down, popping the tip of his finger into his mouth to lick away the sticky residue from it.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d be here.” You tease him, setting your bag in front of you and Jungkook and draping the blanket over the both of your laps for some added warmth.

“I wasn’t going to but this one,” he drapes his arm over Chaeyoung and she blushes at his display of affection, covering up a side of her face, “convinced me to come. Something about them playing The Lost Boys.”

She looked up at him and smiled, “It’s my all time favorite movie, I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.” Jimin just shrugs, a teasing smirk on his face and you wanna scream at how cute hes acting but you really don’t want to embarrass him. Park Jimim was not one for dates or romantics so seeing him on what could arguably be described as a date blind sided you.

“Oh, I’m Chaeyoung by the way.” She leans out of his embrace and reaches over with an extended hand. You lean over Jungkook to reach it, a giggly handshake being exchanged between you two, “Y/N. You’re a third year right? Political science major?”

“Yes, I am! I saw your photography exhibit by the way, super amazing.” Your hands come up to cup your cheeks at her compliment, suddenly feeling like you two are drunk strangers at a bar ready to spit compliment after compliment at each other.

“And you’re Jungkook right?” She speaks again, sitting back in her seat as she stares at him with an unreadable expression and you can feel Jungkook tense up slightly at being recognized because how the fuck would a third year know who he was. He wasn’t a social butterfly at all, he only knew you and your group and his other small group of friends that he studied with.

“Oh, yeah I am.” Jungkook reaches his own hand out to greet her and she does the same. Pulling her hand back after a moment and crossing her leg over the other in thought, “Weren’t you just dating Jisoo?”

There it is. Of course thats how she would know who he was. And that only proved his suspicion that Jisoo was spreading his name around.

She had a defensive cast over her gaze, her eyes boring into Jungkook to analyze him. It clicked instantly that Chaeyoung and Jisoo were best friends so theres no doubt that right now Chaeyoung is ready to chew Jungkook out for being what she thinks is a dirtbag.

You can see how wide Jungkooks eyes get at her question, readjusting himself on the couch while his mind sorts through any possible answer he can give her. How could he clear his name without sounding like the jerk she thinks he currently is?

“Uhm,” his eyes drift over to her for a moment and when he sees her unwavering gaze he looks at Jimin instead, seeing him with his lips pressed in a firm line, “we just went to dinner and the art exhibit. We weren’t dating.”

Chaeyoung’s look softens at that, his answer being a stark contrast to what Jisoo had told her. She had said Jungkook had made her his girlfriend and went on this amazing date and when she didn’t put out he told her they weren’t dating.

Jungkook continues to ramble, thinking that answer doesn’t satisfy her, “Jisoo’s a sweet girl, don’t get me wrong. We just weren’t compatible so it was best if we…moved on?”

Your hand comes up to pat his thigh on top of the blanket, comforting him slightly because you can see how nervous he got. His own hand comes down on top of yours, fingers gently wrapping around it and giving it a squeeze.

“Totally fair,” Chaeyoung finally speaks, “just wanted to make sure you didn’t dump my friend and quickly moved on with Y/N.” Her eyes flicker over to your hands and then up to you with a smile. Jimin cleared his throat beside her, his own hands coming up to rub together to try to clear any awkward tension.

“Okay,” he starts, eyes coming down to look at the plastic bag set by your feet, “please tell me you brought any sort of alcohol.”

You lift your hand off Jungkook’s thigh, leaning forward to rummage through the bottom of your bag and pulling out colorful cans of soju. You wave two of them in your hands in offering, tossing them both to Jimin when he cheers obnoxiously, pulling out another two for you and Jungkook to enjoy.

The four of you crack open the cans, bringing them together in cheers to prepare to down the entire thing as fast as you could before anyone could possibly rat you out. You manage half of it before having to pull back, the carbonation in the drink burning your nose and throat more than the soju in it, “Fuck, why did you get these?” Jimin coughs, fingers coming up to rub at his nose.

“They look like soda cans, I was trying to be inconspicuous.” Jungkook laughs at your pained expression, setting his drink on the floor to get up and grab some of the snacks to make s’mores.

Chaeyoung raises her finished can in the air in victory, licking her lips with a slight grimace, “Done!” She crumples up the can for dramatic effect, you and Jimin staring at her in shock and then looking at each other to see who could finish the rest of their drink faster.

Jimin manages three more gulps until he pulls back again, “Nope,” he coughs, letting out a burp as he pounds onto his chest, “can’t do it.” You finish your own can, tossing it into the second reusable bag you brought thats not being occupied. Chaeyoung jokingly calls Jimin a baby, taking his own can to finish off herself.

When Jungkook returns with his snacks & two metal skewers they fall into their own conversation and Jungkook is thankful because even though Chaeyoung seems okay with him he still feels like if he says the wrong thing she’ll turn and call him a fuck boy or something of that nature.

You reach for a skewer, popping a fluffy marshmallow onto the top of it and leaning forward to reach the fire. He mimics your actions, the both of you giggling when he drops his hand too low and his marshmallow burns a little too hot for a moment.

“Do you like your marshmallows well done?” He asks you as he looks at your fluffy snack hovering over the fire way too low since you were focused on staring at his, a teasing grin on his face, “‘Cause that shit is charred.”

You gasp as you pull back your now black marshmallow, frantically blowing on it when you notice its now entirely burnt and Jungkook cant help but laugh at the frown on your face. He pulls his own perfectly toasted marshmallow up towards your face to mock you, only laughing harder when you bring your own burnt one up beside it to compare them.

“I can still salvage it.” You try to convince yourself, your fingers trying to scrape and pluck away the burnt edges but Jungkook knows as well as you do that it’s beyond repair. While you focus on your failed attempt Jungkook prepares his own s’more, putting two pieces of chocolate around the gooey marshmallow and sandwiching it between the cinnamon crackers.

When he brings it up to your face with a sweet smile the frown on your face deepens at the nice motion, you take a small bite of it and let out a sound of satisfaction when the sweetness hits your tongue, “So good!”

He motions for you to finish it but you just take it from him and force feed it back to him, your hand cupping his cheek to push his lips open and its not until he lets out another laugh that you’re able to pop the rest of the treat into his mouth with no resistance. His cheeks are puffed up and he has a bit of chocolate smeared around his lips, looking absolutely adorable and you really can’t stop yourself from cupping both of his cheeks like an annoying auntie and cooing at him which only makes his cheeks warm up, his mouth coming to life to munch away to get his cheeks to deflate again.

“Cute.”

The following week goes on like normal except for the fact that now you’re slammed with work and school, barely getting a moment to see any of your friends between the chaos of it all. Jungkook has a small moment where he thinks he did something wrong since you seemed to drop off the face of the earth after the bonfire. You had both had a great time, a small buzz coursing through you from the soju and you had convinced him to cram with you on the oversized bean bags to watch the movie playing but your lack of communication even after your shared class has him slightly worried.

He’s currently sat at his desk, fingers tapping on his laptops keyboard as he tried to finish the last 300 words needed for this essay. Taehyung is sat at his own desk and it’s not until he starts to groan and furiously key smash that Jungkook stops what he’s doing to turn around and check on his roommates mental health. “You okay?”

Taehyung groans with his cheek pressed against the buttons on his keyboard, a constant string of the letter f being typed onto his own essay, “Sorry.” He apologizes when he realizes how loud he’s being, “If this is way more information than you were looking for I don’t care, but I haven’t gotten laid in over a week so I’m dying.”

Jungkook just laughs at the vulgar behavior that just comes naturally to Taehyung, until he realizes that his roommates statement of recent celibacy means he hasn’t seen you either. Taehyung lifts his head up, his fingers coming up to scratch as his faded red hair, deciding he should get to work and stop distracting his roommate with information on his personal life.

The tapping continues and Jungkook slides his phone out to send you a text to see if you were doing okay since he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t seen you recently. He sets his phone down after pressing send, letting the screen stay lit up as he goes back to his work, his eyes constantly darting back to check for any sign of life on your end.

When it vibrates against the desk he peers over to read your response, saying that work and school were ending your social life along with a photo of your current view at work being a desktop lined up with photos you were sorting through, a few textbooks to the left of it to show you trying your best to multitask.

Yoongi looks up from his own spot, peering over his computer to watch you stop whatever it is you’re doing to grab your phone the second it vibrates, small giggles leaving your body as you banter back and forth with Jungkook for the remainder of your shift. Yoongi knows you’re a sucker, he’s just waiting for you to realize it too.

It’s not until nearly a week and a half later that you have a minute to spare, your time already being occupied by Taehyung since he had begged and pleaded for you to help him with his hair dilemma. He’s determined to be Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul and desperately needs to bleach out the faded ass red form his hair while also tackling his roots.

You’re sat on his desk chair while he sits on the floor between your legs with a bowl of bleach being held in his hands. You have teeny tiny foils in his hair to focus on the red ends first, your hands coming down to dip the tint brush into the thick bleach to coat onto his hair and then securely fold up the foils. “I really hope this comes out.” You mumble out as you fold up the final piece of foil, placing the brush into the remaining bleach for later.

“Me too, that costume is the only thing holding my life together.”

He reaches over to set the bowl onto the desk beside the two of you, coming back to get comfortable again between your legs, “Whys that?”

He whips around dramatically, an exasperated look on his face, “Whys that?” He mocks, his fingers coming up to grip your thighs, “I haven’t fucked you in ages.” He whines out, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs harder. The foils on his head crinkle as he drops his face onto your stomach and you just roll your eyes at how he’s acting because it’s only been two weeks.

“You have a hand Taehyung.”

“It’s not the same!”

“Wow,” you laugh out, your hand coming up to awkwardly pat his tinfoil head, “I’ve just been overwhelmed with my current work load.” You explain your current situation, how all your professors were assigning massive projects back to back combined with the extra work at your job, it was taking its toll on you. You enjoy your classes and love your new job but you haven’t been able to catch a break lately.

“Let me help you ease your stress.” He mumbles out against the fabric of your shirt, his hands trailing up from their spot on your thighs up towards your center.

“I’m not fucking you while you have that shit in your hair.”

And just like that he deflates, his arms dropping like deadweight as he crumbles back to the floor like a child. “Fine.”

He stays in that same position, letting you pat your hand on his head as you both scrolled through your phones, only standing up after you had applied the bleach to his roots and deemed it ready to wash.

You make your way to the boys restroom, Taehyung shoving his head underneath the weak stream of water coming from the sink as you help him rinse the bleach from his hair. He stays with his head bowed forward, his eyes squeezed shut as you applied the purple toner you had mixed.

When you step away to rinse your hands he stands back up to stare at his reflection in the mirror, the skin around his hairline is red from irritation thanks to the bleach and the toner had turned a very scary shade of purple but he trusts you so he doesn’t panic.

“Just fifteen minutes max and then you’re good to go baby.” His eyes move to stare at you from the reflection, seeing you staring at him with a smile, he looks so cute with his hair balled up on top of his head, his eyes wide and curious.

“Then we can fuck?” Yup, and that cute innocent look is gone, but that tiny smile spreading on his face makes you crack, “Yes Tae, then we can fuck.”

So when the timer goes off Taehyung rips off his clothes, surely staining his shirt with the dye on his head but thats a problem for a later date, the shirt laying forgotten on the floor in the corner as he approaches the showers with his hand wrapped around your arm. “In here?” You shout out, your voice bouncing off the tiled room. It’s currently not occupied but you’re not sure how long that’s gonna last for.

“Why not? I don’t wanna wait any longer.” He shrugs, throwing open the shower curtain and letting out a loud scream when he comes face to face with that cursed skeleton everyone on his floor keeps moving around. You burst into laughter and he joins in, his hand clutching his chest to try to slow his heart beat. “Okay, that one’s occupied.” He closes the curtain and moves to the very last one instead.

You pick up his shirt and ball it up to toss it on the bench in front of the shower stall he chose. Your eyes roam the room again, seeing the coast was clear as Taehyung fidgets with the water temperature. He peeks back out to slip out of his sweats and boxers, wiggling his eyebrows as he kicks them to lay beneath the same bench his shirt was on. Your mind was made up, your hands lifting your shirt up and off of you, sliding down the comfy lounging shorts you have on and Taehyung groans when he notices you don’t have any underwear on.

“You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you?”

You kick your clothing over to join his, “Wishful thinking?” You respond with a smirk, squealing loudly when his arm wraps around your waist to drag you into the awaiting stall.

“Wash that off first!” You warn him, pushing his face away from yours. He sighs and crouches down, tilting his head back so you can help him rinse the toner out of his hair. When he’s all clean you pat his cheek, letting him stand up properly and tower over you. He’s giving you that half smirk, his body backing you up against the shower wall, his back successfully blocking the stream of the shower from you because he knows you’re really not trying to get your hair wet.

“You know, you look kinda hot with silver hair.” His eyebrows raise up at your statement, his head tilting slightly, “Kinda like-” You gasp when his fingers make contact with your waist, starting to trail them down, that teasing smirk still on his face as he waits for you to finish your sentence, “like a real life anime character.”

He hums, “Oh? Does that turn you on?”

You just nod, your teeth chewing on your bottom lip as you stared up at him. When his fingers pass your hips and dip down to part your lips his mouth opens up in fake shock, “Messy baby, you weren’t lying. You’re so wet already.”

The groan you let out hardly gets muffled by the noise of the shower but thats the last of your worries right now, your mind too focused on the feeling of his fingers gathering up your arousal, trailing up and down your slit teasingly, “I can’t help it, it’s been too long.” And he knows this, stepping even closer to lock your lips in a heated kiss, it’s been way too long.

He starts to circle his fingers around your entrance but you shake your head, your lips pulling back from his with a small gasp, “No, just fuck me please.” He rests his forehead against yours, his cock throbbing at how desperate your voice sounds. Something about how eager and hungry you always were for sex fueled him, always kept him wanting more.

“Whatever you want baby.” He plants a small kiss on your forehead as he places his hands on your waist, twirling you around and pressing your chest against the cold tile. Then theres a loud wet smack echoing from his palm connecting against your ass, another squeal being heard as a giggly but hushed sound of his name leaves your lips.

And as Jungkook stands at the sink, washing his hands after using the bathroom, he feels his heart stop. He had walked in a minute or so ago, hearing the sounds of a couple talking with the shower running and he knew they were gonna fuck because thats honestly a common occurrence but he didn’t know it was you.

The tap keeps running, his hands still stuck under it as his neck cranes to look to the far left where the shower section was. He sees the ball of clothes you two must have kicked off to the side. The white shower curtain being short enough to see the two pairs of feet in the shower and the position they were currently in made it glaringly obvious that Taehyung was pounding into you from behind and as if he needed more confirmation, you just moaned out for him to fuck you harder.

It was when another loud smack echoed out, mixed in with a grunt from Taehyung that he decided he needed to get the fuck out of there. So he did, not bothering to wipe his hands dry as he scurried away, his cheeks burning up and a mysterious feeling in his chest that he could feel spreading to the rest of his body. He never let you guys know what he had witnessed, not even when you both walked back into the room with your clothes clinging on to your still damp body.

The next time you see Jungkook is a few days later as you’re about to enter the cafe. You don’t speak to him because you spot him a few feet away, walking out of the arts building and in the direction of the schools cafeteria. It takes you a moment to even realize it’s him because his hair is no longer black and you have an inkling that Taehyung is the one that helped him with this.

You decide you’ll find him after you get your coffee and enter the shop. Instantly you spot Jisoo stood behind the cash register and she looks flustered when you make eye contact. Regardless you walk up to her and order a caramel macchiato, adding an americano to the mix since you plan on seeing Jungkook right after this anyways.

Jisoo raises her eyebrows when you order the americano, no doubt knowing its for Jungkook since thats always been his drink of choice here. “Thank you by the way.” She speaks up after you finish telling her your order.

Her comment catches you off guard, “Thank you for what?”

She scribbles on the cups before handing them off to her coworker to get started on. The cafe doesn’t currently have anyone else waiting to order so she stays at the register to chat. “For helping Jungkook with our date.”

You’re about to play stupid but she raised her hand to stop you, “Look, I know you’re the one who suggested both dates to him so thanks.” You’re stunned to silence, not really sure how you should respond but she keeps talking, “It’s just a shame isn’t it?”

“What is?” Your arms are now crossed defensively across your chest.

“That all boys want to do is get in your pants, no one likes romance anymore. I thought Jungkook was nice, goes to show all men are pigs.”

You don’t know why that irritates you as much as it does but you can’t stop yourself from snapping at her, “I’m sorry what exactly did Jungkook do to you that was so horrible?” That wasn’t the reaction she was hoping for, her eyes widening slightly at the sharp tone in your voice, “Because from what I know he took you on two very nice dates and you were the one that cornered him in your hallway, beyond ready to get into his pants without even speaking to him. Sounds like you’re the pig here Jisoo.”

Her face blanks, obviously not thinking you knew the details of the date. She was expecting to be able to spill whatever fake warning she had been telling all of her friends to stay away from Jungkook. “If he was truly as horrible as you’re making everyone believe he is he would’ve slept with you and left the second he got what he wanted.” At that moment her coworker came up with both drinks in hand and a grimace on his face at the interaction he had witnessed. You gripped them both and thanked him before walking out of there as fast as you could so you wouldn’t do something irrational.

Your face felt red, not from embarrassment but from holding in your anger. Jungkook didn’t deserve to have someone talk about him like this, he wasn’t a pig, he was the furthest from that. He was a very sweet gentleman who went out of his way to be as polite as he could. Jungkook was very much boyfriend material and it wasn’t fair that Jisoo could bad mouth him all she wanted because she was salty about being rejected.

You were marching down your campus, some of your drink was sloshing out of the opening in the lid, splashing onto your hand and burning the fuck out of it but it wasn’t processing in your mind as you entered the cafeteria and hoped Jungkook was still here.

You pause at the entryway to scan the room, it was full at this hour since most students came here after their 6pm class to catch a bite for dinner. Eyes roaming over each table you spot the new half blonde and half red hair that belongs to Jungkook, he’s sat next to two other boys all of them laughing and goofing off with their trays in front of them. And now you’re unsure if you should approach him, his back is towards you but one of his friends glances up and makes eye contact, offering you a weird smile. Jungkook notices and cranes around to see what the hell his friend is staring at, noticing you standing awkwardly with your two cups of coffee. You expect him to just give you a half assed greeting before he turns around but his smile gets bigger and he’s waving you over.

You shyly smile and make your way over, slipping between the occupied tables to sit in the spot beside Jungkook. “I uh, I saw you coming this way so I got you a coffee since you know.” You motion with your hands and he understands, he hadn’t had his favorite coffee in weeks because he had been avoiding the cafe like the plague.

“Thank you.” He accepts the cup and takes a gulp, exaggerating a moan to show how much he missed it. That makes his friends and you laugh as you mumble out a no problem, your hands cupping your own drink. At the thought of coffee he pauses, grabbing his bag and sorting through it to pull out the mug he promised you.

You gasp when he hands it over, its a slightly bumpy jumbo mug that he had glazed in black, the inside of the cup being glazed white with a small bat being put on the bottom. You flipped it over to analyze it some more, your thumb grazing over the engraving of his initials he put underneath it, “Oh my god, its perfect!”

Jungkooks friends see the way his ears redden the second he handed you the gift and they want to tease him but theyre scared of the beating they’ll get when you’re gone.

“It’s big enough for two cups.” It definitely is, it was deep and pretty wide. You would be putting it to use tomorrow when you needed a morning cup at work. Jungkook watches the way you stare at the mug like its your newest prized possession and he smiles, picking up his cup of coffee again to take a sip.

“Jisoos a bitch by the way.” You blurt out before you can help yourself and the entire table stays silent, your eyes wide in shock that you even said anything at all.

He holds the coffee cup by his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and the cutest pout on his lips, “What do you mean?”

You push your cup a little bit away from you, tugging your sweaters sleeves over your palms, “I mean she’s a bitch.” Point blank period. “When I ordered these she tried to take that opportunity to talk shit about you to me, called you a pig or something.” You fake disinterest, “So I went off on her.”

His friends holler at that, no doubt knowing what happened between him and Jisoo, one of them offers you a high five which you awkwardly accept. Jungkook just stares at you, in disbelief that Jisoo was trying to make him look bad to you of all people, but he was even more surprised that you had been so quick to defend him.

“You didn’t have to do that, but…I appreciate it.” You shrug, a small smile on your face which he reciprocates.

“Oh,” he puts the coffee down again and gestures towards his friends, “by the way, Y/N this is Mingyu and Eunwoo.” They greet you respectfully, Mingyu whispering something into Eunwoo’s ear before he nods and they both start snickering and then Jungkooks swiftly kicking one of their shins under the table, causing the cheap thing to shake.

You jump at the action and Jungkook glares at his friends before looking at you, “Sorry, weird spasm. Are you hungry?” He quickly changes the subject, desperately trying to get you away from his friends before they say some shit to embarrass him in front of you because he knows they will. They had been the ones subjected to the endless texts in the group chat where Jungkook went on mini rants that switched from trying to convince himself and his group that he did not have a crush on you to asking them for advice on how to best approach you.

At his question you realize you are in fact hungry so you get up with him and follow him to the food options, his now empty tray in hand, you grab a tray from the stack in the corner as you see what catches your eye. Jungkook reaches for the mozzarella sticks, plopping a good handful onto a plate and setting it on his tray with a smile. You copy his actions and grab another plate, putting a regular cheeseburger on it along with some fries. Since Jungkook had already had a burger before you got here he settles for a few chicken wings instead, grabbing a drink for himself and another for you when you motion that you want the same one.

“I like the hair by the way.” You finally speak when you’re both swiping your student cards.

He picks one hand up to ruffle his freshly dyed hair, the red and blonde strands falling slightly over his eyes, “Thanks, it’s for Halloween. I was just gonna spray paint it but Tae convinced me to dye it.”

Just as you figured, “Who are you going as, Todoroki?”

He nods quickly, his face showing his obvious excitement, “Yes! Thats exactly who I’m supposed to be. Have you thought of your costume yet?”

With both trays in hand you start the walk back to the table, “Yeah not as nerdy as yours and Tae’s but close enough.” You tease him, not aware of the stares Jungkooks friends were currently giving you two, “I’m dressing up as Raven from Teen Titans.”

He gulps at that, Raven’s costume wasn’t down right in your face sexy but something about you being in a tight black leotard with your legs bare and a cape covering you up has Jungkook’s weeb ass sweating.

And he didn’t have to wait long to see it since Halloween landed on the upcoming Saturday. All of you were gathered at Jimin’s apartment, all in full nerd gear with shot glasses in hand. The party was being held at one of his friends places which meant expensive booze and a nice house, a drastic change from the dirty parties at the delta fucking whatevers so needless to say you guys were all pumped.

It was currently 10:30 at night and you were about to order a few ubers to head over, your body was buzzing from the two shots you’ve taken, enough to loosen you up.

Jimin is currently dressed in full Joker attire, the new version, his blonde hair is temporarily dyed green with paste, slicked back off of his face and it kills you that hes able to rock any look. “You’re the bane of my existence.”

He has his hand wrapped around you with a smile, raising his eyebrows and making the painted red ones lift up too, “It’s not my fault I was blessed with beautiful genes.” You just roll your eyes, declining the third shot he hands you and he just shrugs and takes it instead, keeping his arm around you as he grimaces and slams the shot glass down on the counter in front of you two.

Jungkook is sat on the couch in the living room beside Yoongi who’s dressed liked Naruto and you finally realize what a giant bunch of losers you and your friends are. Namjoon is stood over by the record player that has music filling up the room, dressed up as Gudetama in a comfortable looking onesie, beside him is Jin and his girlfriend Arang who are dressed in matching pumpkin costumes looking adorable as ever. Hoseok is stood next to Taehyung by the liquor bottle a few feet away from you and Jimin, dressed like an inmate, a pair of handcuffs wrapped around one single wrist for show.

Your eyes move back to Jungkook, he’s decked out in full Todoroki gear, a blue tracksuit on with the white accents and belt, even similar boots and the damn burn on his face to finish it off. The way hes sat on the couch with his legs spread out is like an open invitation to be sat on, you always forget how buff Jungkook is but seeing his thick muscles pulling the fabric taut around his thighs is making your mouth water.

“I knew it.” Jimin whispers in your ear when he catches you staring at the younger boy.

“What are you talking about?”

“You are into him, Yoongi mentioned it to me and I noticed it a while back but I didn’t believe it.”

You trust Jimin, he’s undoubtedly your best friend but you’re not ready to admit to feelings you aren’t even sure you fully have yet so you shrug indifferently, “Honestly, I’m just admiring his juicy ass thighs.”

He peers over and stares at them as well, humming in appreciation, “Well you’re not wrong.”

Taehyung pours himself another shot, letting it overflow a bit as he watches you and Jimin staring at Jungkook. He has his Kaneki face mask partially tugged down to not interfere with his ability to get hammered so the weird grimace he sports is visible for anyone to see. He got it, Jungkook was attractive and muscular and Taehyung had offered to help dye his hair for his costume in hopes that it would land him a chick tonight so he’d back off of you but his plan seems to be backfiring on him.

Taehyung hates that he feels the jealousy blooming in him when he sees you walk over to Jungkook, offering him a shot with a grin, sitting down beside him and laughing at the way he crinkles his nose. He swears he doesn’t feel jealous because he likes you deeper than the current arrangement you both have, its just that stupid territorial mindset he never fully grew out of taking over. He was currently still sober enough which is why he was trying so hard to squish it down, thats all it was.

He knows if you turned around and decided to stop sleeping with him and moved on to Jungkook for that or even a relationship he wouldn’t fight you on it because you could do whatever you wanted but he was hoping what you two had would have lasted longer than a few months and you wouldn’t be setting your sights on his roommate of all people or at least had the decency to tell him. Its not until Hoseok swats his arm, giving him a weird glare, that he snaps him out of blatantly staring at you and Jungkook.

When the ubers finally come you all split up to make yourselves fit into them, Taehyung lucking out and getting stuck in the uber you, Jungkook, and Jimin were in, leaving you sandwiched between him and Jungkook in the back row while Jimin occupied the passengers seat. Taehyung is tense in his seat and you can feel it, his hands clenched and resting on his lap as he stares out the window, counting down the seconds until you all pull up in front of the giant house party.

“It’s my friend Taemin’s house, he’s honestly probably hammered already.” Jimin says once your whole group is gathered on the front lawn. He takes the lead and walks up the path laid out, opening the door to enter the booming house, loud house music being blasted from the giant speakers in the corners.

“Holy shit.” Namjoon speaks out, his eyes taking in how enormous the house was. The ceilings were stupid high, an expensive looking chandelier being the main focus in the current room but it was clear the home owner didn’t pay it much attention considering the shiny diamonds were currently covered in those fake cobwebs.

“How many people are even here?” Arang speaks up as you all make your way deeper into the house. The place is swarming with people, all in their own costumes and you don’t believe that Taemin even knows everyone here.

“Probably a few hundred people, a thousand if he’s fucking insane.” Jimin laughs, his hand coming up to point across the room as he finally spots Taemin in the second living room area he had. He was sat on the couch, looking pretty drunk but the second he spotted Jimin he sprung up and met him halfway in a clumsy hug.

“Thanks for coming out you guys.” He speaks up like he actually knows who you all are even though you’re all strangers, “Feel free to drink whatever you want, theres no rules just please don’t break my shit. Theres also a costume contest happening at midnight with some cash prizes.” When he finishes his little host speech he bows dramatically before someone else calls out for him and he’s gone.

You and your friends don’t need to be told twice, instantly gravitating towards the drinks to get as drunk as everyone else seemed to already be. The array of pricey liquor has you wanting to cry, you absolutely loved the rich for this reason only. The one thing you’re all good at is getting absolutely sauced so it doesn’t take long for you guys to catch up.

Little by little everyone slowly splitting up when the night progresses, there was too much going on in all the different areas of the house, along with who knows what happening in the backyard but you’re pretty sure theres a pool out there, something you would definitely be avoiding because it was freezing.

Hoseok and you end up together as you usually do, being designated party buddies. You’re stood at the back of a room thats currently having a very drunk karaoke concert going on, a very dramatic rendition of Dont Stop Believing being the song of choice and you’re both clapping your hands anc cheering along when the six foot tall Ash Ketchum goes out of his way to make his own adlibs.

You tell Hoseok you’ll be right back as you venture back out of the room to go grab another mixed drink. On your way there you spot Jungkook sat on the couch beside Namjoon, a very pretty girl stood beside him, trying her best to get his attention but he’s either not interested or completely oblivious to her advances because he brushes her off and starts a conversation with Namjoon instead. You’re pouring your drink into your cup when the girl walks away from him with a roll of her eyes, saying something to her waiting group of friends before they all make their way outside.

Just as you’re about to go over to him Taehyung pops up on your left, slinging his arm over you in the sloppy way that lets you know he’s been throwing back way more shots than you have. “Can I ask you something?” He slurs into your ear, choosing to stand in front of you, putting you between him and the counter behind you.

“Sure.” You say as you take a sip of your strong drink, your eyes looking up at him and seeing them glazed over, a hint of uncertainty in them.

He looks down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at you, the three tequila shots he just took minutes ago doing nothing to stop him from squishing down his emotions now, “Are you fucking Jungkook?”

You quickly swallow the liquid in your mouth so you don’t spit it out, your face showing how absurd you think his question is, “What? No?”

Taehyung narrows his eyes at you, not entirely believing you because of how you two have been acting recently, he sees the way Jungkook acts whenever you text him and he knew you two had started to hang out more on your own. And he would’ve thought it was a normal hang out until Jimin had uploaded a video of the bonfire and he had seen you two making cutesy eyes at each other as you fed him a s’more.

You can see the gears turning in his head but you speak up again before he has a chance to say some stupid shit, “How drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough!” He shouts back and thats confirmation enough for you to know that whatever conversation he thinks he wants to have right now will have to wait.

“Okay you weirdo, get a grip please and back off.” His current attitude was getting on your nerves only because it’s something you’re not used to dealing with when it came to him. Even though you’re half kidding at your statement there’s still some truth to it and he hears it loud and clear, stepping back like a toddler and giving you some space. He mumbles something out about going to find Jimin but you don’t pay it any mind, just nodding along as you drink more of your concoction and go back to join Hoseok in the karaoke room again.

Another hour passes, a few minutes shy of midnight so you know the costume contest will be taking place soon. You and Hoseok have drifted away from each other, him deciding to go join the dance floor at the front of the house where as you find yourself watching an intense game of guitar hero being played. The giant flat screen lets any onlooker clearly see the battle happening and you don’t notice Jungkook beside you until he’s nudging you with his hip, a goofy smile on his face when you stumble over slightly.

“You really suit this character.” He’s standing there with his arms crossed and for one of the first times since you’ve known him he has this very confident aura coming from him. Maybe it’s because he’s had too much to drink to care or maybe it’s because he feels like he’s in his element in this dorky costume but confidence looks good on him.

“Should I just live my entire life as Todoroki then?”

His eyes are glassy from the alcohol and his cheeks are pink but he can tell you’ve had a bit more to drink than him, your tongue becoming too loose to hold anything back, “I definitely wouldn’t mind it.” When he notices your eyes raking up his body and back down, stopping at his thighs once more before looking at his eyes again, he just blushes and chooses to uncross his arms to take a sip of his drink.

He’s been noticing your constant eyeing of his thighs, having caught you staring at them at Jimin’s place earlier tonight, and now that you were drunk you were doing a worse job at trying to play it off. “Has anyone ever told you that your thighs are beautiful?” You finally address it.

Jungkook raises both of his eyebrows, looking down at himself, shifting his weight between both legs and stretching one out. “Can’t say they have.”

“Just wanna bite em…” You mumble under your breath and he chuckles, catching your words but not speaking on it. The shots are definitely seeping further into your blood because your hands are coming up and out, grabbing the meaty skin of his right thigh and he’s yelping from the shock, jumping slightly before balancing out so his drink wouldn’t spill.

You’re grinning sweetly as you give his thigh another quick squeeze and retreat back. You only hum in thought, your mind wondering what they look like under the pants he’s currently wearing. Jungkook is still too caught off guard, any words he wants to say getting stuck in his throat as he observes the room to see if anyone saw that.

The reality of what you just did slowly sinks in and he catches the switch, your eyes sharpening up and you take a very small step back, “Are none of these girls good enough for you?”

“What?”

You nervously swallow more of your drink which probably isn’t wise because look at what you had already done with the alcohol already in your system, “I promised you I’d get you laid by the end of this month and i’ve seen like four girls come up to you and you blew them off.”

That was true, he had done that all night but it had been such an automatic response that he wasn’t sure why he had, something about sleeping with a complete stranger in another strangers home felt wrong. That and the fact that he wanted to sleep with you was also getting in the way, but his inner self currently had that thought in a headlock, a very loose and slowly weakening headlock but a headlock nonetheless, so he was ignoring it.

“They didn’t even know who I’m supposed to be.” He lies as an excuse and it makes you laugh, tipping your cup up and pouring the rest of its contents down your throat.

“Is that you’re only reason?”

He nods stubbornly, sticking with his horrible excuse until it turns around and bites him in the ass. “Well I know who you’re supposed to be, so what does that mean?”

He blanks at that, really not expecting the turn this would take. You watch him, his big doe eyes only getting bigger at your words. He rolls his lips together in thought, his mind sorting through all the appropriate responses he could say. During his distraction he doesn’t notice his inner self releasing the headlock grip he had on his feelings until it’s too late and they’re spilling out into the open.

“It means I wanna fuck you.”

Yeah. That wasn’t what he wanted to say, at all, but his filter had clearly been lost a few shots back and when you don’t immediately slap him he doesn’t think he fucked up entirely.

“You wanna fuck me?” You repeat slowly, stepping closer to him. You had a feeling he did based on that drunk text he had sent you but you had to make sure he really wanted to and this wasn’t just a nervous response. Jimin and Yoongi were right in their observations of both of you, you wanted to sleep with him, you have ever since that night in your room and the realistic dreams involving him haven’t stopped so maybe once you sleep with him everything will mellow out in your brain.

This isn’t a crush, you try to convince yourself, this is just your hormones talking. It’s not your fault that imaginary Jungkook would moan such sweet praises in your ear while you dreamed, thats why you were stuck wearing i’m horny for jungkook glasses, and once you slept with each other all would be fine.

His eyes look around, he could see Tae and Jimin stood near the kitchen, Tae doubling over in laughter at something being said and when you see who he’s looking up it only annoys you. Taehyung didn’t have this claim on you and you knew Jungkook was just worried because he didn’t fully believe no feelings were involved between you and Tae but you were sick of people thinking you belonged to him.

You raise your hand up to cup his cheek, bringing his attention back to you, “I asked you a question Jungkook.”

He looks back over to you, seeing your own eyes staring up at him and he finds himself nodding his head. Sure you both aren’t sober at all and will he be embarrassed about this once he is, probably, but he knows he’ll regret not being completely honest tomorrow morning if he says no.

At his confirmation you smile, you had spotted the staircase nearby, knowing there would be rooms you two could occupy but when you start to tug him in the direction of it he resists.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t feel right using someone’s room to do this.” Jungkook wasn’t a virgin so you knew he wasn’t wanting this to be a certain way for his first time but he’d only ever been intimate with one person and it hadn’t gone the way he wanted at all so if he didn’t feel comfortable sleeping with you in this house it was fine by you.

“Do you want to go back to mine then?” The urgency that usually came with party hook ups was missing, you didn’t feel rushed to get in a room and tear his clothes off without speaking to each other, he wasn’t just a hook up.

When he nods his head you don’t think twice to pull him in the direction towards the front door, a loud tapping noise stopping you both in your tracks. Everyone stops talking, turning towards the source of the noise and seeing Taemin stood on top of his coffee table with a microphone in hand, his finger tapping the top of it to check it.

“Okay, fuck it works dude!” Jimin shouted out, everyones hands coming up to cover their ears when Taemin just laughs loudly into the mic.

It was time for the costume contest and as much as you wouldn’t mind seeing who won or even potentially winning the cash prize yourself, the thought of finally getting to sleep with Jungkook wins. You look back at him, your eyes asking him if he wants to wait but he shakes his head, his fingers giving your palm another squeeze. You choose not to notify your friends that you were leaving, they were all drunk enough and were already planning on sleeping at Jimin’s after this anyways so you had a few hours before they even noticed you had both disappeared.

Jungkook feels oddly calm, the nerves that had overtaken him when he was in this position the very first time not coming up, even the small sense of uncertainty he felt when it came to Jisoo was gone and he likes it. He likes the feel of your hand in his as you wait for the uber. He likes how you rest your clasped hands on your thigh, your thumb rubbing the back of his palm soothingly and when you finally manage to sneak into your building he likes the way you push him against the elevator wall, your lips slotting between his in the first sign of urgency.

When you lick your way into his mouth he tastes the strong tang of tequila that he’s sure you can taste from him as well but he doesn’t mind it. His hands coming up to wrap around your waist, the thin material of your leotard letting you feel his touch as his fingers dig into your waist to pull you closer to him. You’re on your tip toes and he’s leaning over to match your height, the sound of the elevator ding making you both pull apart with heavy sighs.

You twirl back around, your head peaking out of the elevator to make sure the coast was clear since you technically weren’t allowed to have Jungkook over at this time. Once you saw the hallway was clear you wrapped your hand over his wrist, tugging him to your door in a haste to get out of the open. You make it a few feet when the sound of the bathroom door opening makes you both freeze, Jungkook has his eyes screwed shut as he waits for someone to start to scold you both. You’re waiting for it too, especially when you turn around and spot Jihyo, your RA, standing in the middle of the hallway right in front of the bathroom door.

She’s currently rubbing her eyes, tipsy and in a revealing Sailor Mars costume. When she spots you and Jungkook looking just as tipsy and your lips swollen she just sighs, throwing her head back dramatically, “Go, hurry up and get in your room. I didn’t see anything.” You throw her a thankful look and she just shields her eyes as she makes her way back into her room, you don’t waste anymore time as you slide your key card out of your bra and unlock your room.

“Wait, your roommate.” Jungkook whispers, just now realizing that she existed. He’s stood right on the door’s threshold, refusing to come in until you literally force him, your hand tugging him in. His hands grasp your shoulders to not knock you over from the force of your pull, he finally gets a chance to look around when you flick your light on and he notices Wendy is no where to be found.

“She’s went out of town for Halloween, we’re fine, now please kiss me.” The door shuts behind Jungkook, that answer satisfies him, his hands moving off your shoulders to cup your face and bring you in for another kiss. Your mind feels like its floating as he starts to walk, leading you backwards towards your bed.

Your hands slide up his chest as you make your way to your bed, your fingers clasping the zipper of his costume and tugging it down, revealing his bare skin. He had decided not to wear anything underneath his tracksuit, he always got hot and sweaty when he was drunk so he didn’t want to add more layers than necessary, and luckily it worked in his favor.

Your fingertips leave a hot trail on his skin as you work on getting this article of clothing off of him, his hands coming away from your face as you push the sleeves down his arms, the material falling onto the floor in a heap. His lips never part from yours, his actions getting more confident, his kisses getting more urgent because he can’t seem to get enough of you.

His hands trail up to unclasp the cape around your shoulders, letting the crushed velvet garment join his top on the floor, and then its a race of getting the rest of your clothing off. You pull back from him your lips smacking together one final time when you step back, your eyes finally getting to see him shirtless for the first time.

Is he for real? Was he sculpted by the fucking gods themselves because this wasn’t fair. You always knew Jungkook worked out like a madman but you never expected him to look like this. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the muscles in his arms rippling as he fidgeted with the stupid belt he had on and when he finally got it off and was able to slide out of his boots and pants your wishes were granted in the form of his thighs.

You had forgotten about sliding out of your leotard and belt, your boots were kicked off to the side but when his thick thighs were exposed you dropped to the floor in front of him. Jungkook wasn’t expecting that, part of him thought you might of passed out or something from how suddenly you collapsed but when your hand come up to trail his thighs he knows you’re fine.

“Are you joking?” You mumble out, your mind acting on it’s own accord, you press open mouth kisses on his thighs, your fingers giving them small squeeze as you kiss your way up to the band of his briefs.

Jungkook had fantasized about this so many times put now that you were sitting right in front of him on your knees, your mouth kissing his dick over the fabric of his briefs, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from blowing his load the second you put it in your mouth.

“Have you ever had a blowjob Kookie?” The nickname is new but he likes it, especially when he sees how you look at him when you say it, your eyes widening slightly when he shakes his head. No he’s never had a blowjob and as much as he wants to experience his first one from you he won’t ever let himself live it down if he cums before he gets a chance to fuck you.

“Can I be honest?” He mumbles out as your fingers slip underneath the band of his briefs, beginning to tug it down slowly, his legs stepping out of the material as it bunches around his ankles.

His cock springs out without the restraint of his briefs and your mouth salivates at the sight of it. Of course Jeon Jungkook would have a beautiful big dick, its veiny with a slight upward curve, the girth of it making you bite your lip in anticipation of it stretching you open. Your eyes move back up to him and you smile gently, “Yeah of course.”

He moves his own hands to cover your smaller ones, his fingers wrapping around your fingertips to lift them off his skin. “Can we…do that next time,” it slips out before he can catch it, indication of this happening again and you take note of it, the lust clouding your mind not being against that happening, “I just really wanna fuck you.” He confesses, his body bending over, his arms hooking under your arms to scoop you up from the floor with ease.

“Yeah,” you breathe out as he stands you up, his hands cupping your cheeks with care, his thumb tracing your skin as he stares down at you, “we can do that next time.”

You reach out and let your hands touch his waist, the feel of his bare skin making you realize he’s the only one naked right now. You turn him around so his back is facing your bed, your hands gently pushing him back onto it.

He catches himself with his palms, sliding back onto your bed until he’s laying against the pillows you have set up. He watches as you reach back to unclasp the ruby belt you have, letting it fall with a clank as you move on to unbutton the top of your leotard, slipping the skin tight fabric off of your body.

Jungkook can feel his dick twitch against his abs at the sight of you, you crawl onto the bed, your fingers trailing up his thighs as you straddle him in a similar way that brings back memories of a few weeks ago. The feeling of you sat on top of him with no barrier is something he never thought he’d experience and when he feels the slick glide of you grinding down on his cock his stomach caves in, a groan leaving his lips. His fingers come up to grip your hips, your own hands wrapping around his neck as you smile down on him.

“Feel good?” You ask him, a tiny gasp escaping you when you repeat your actions and his cock nudges your clit.

His eyes move down to stare at the spot where you connect, seeing how shiny you’re leaving him as your arousal mixes with his precum makes his mouth drop open in awe. “Yeah, feels good.” He whispers out, his hands gripping your skin tighter to make you rut on him faster.

You can see the desperation growing on him, the shy Jungkook you were so accustomed to nowhere to be found as he rolled his hips up to meet your motions, his head dropping back into the pillows with a moan. With his neck wide open you lean forward, kissing and licking your way up to his jaw, your teeth gently nipping at his skin, making his hips stutter.

Blame mistake number one on you wanting to see Jungkook fully fall apart underneath you but you’re not thinking too much when you reach down and grasp his cock, letting the tip of it nudge your entrance. You know you’re clean and on birth control and unless he’s been lying to you, you assume he should be clean as well.

His head snaps up at the new sensation, and Jungkook may be inexperienced but he’s not stupid, “Wait–“ You think he’s stopping you because you haven’t pulled out a condom so you pause, giving him a curious look but his mind is too full of want that he doesn’t even process the fact that there isn’t a condom “it’s gonna hurt you.” He wants to finger you, stretch you open and let his fingers explore your body until you falling apart.

“It’s okay, I like that.” You admit, giggling when you see his cheeks flush. You go back to nudging the tip of him into you, the feeling of it breaching your entrance has you moaning and Jungkook drops one hand off your hip to clutch your comforter instead, his fingers clenching around the fabric as your walls wrap around the tip of him.

“Fuck,” you groan out, he was big but the feeling of him stretching you out had another gush of arousal slip out of you, only aiding in letting you slide down another inch or so. Your hands come forward to rest on his stomach as you wait a moment, Jungkook can feel you clenching around the first few inches of him, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly at the feeling of your warmth enveloping him all around.

You relax your muscles, letting the rest of him slide into you, the tip of him just shy of nudging your cervix when you’re fully sat on him. You give him a moment to adjust, waiting until his eyes open up again, “Please move.” He croaks out, his hand coming back up to your hips to get you to do anything because the feeling of you just clenching around him was killing him.

His desperation turns you on and you start to move instantly, grinding on him to let yourself get used to the size of him before you start to lift yourself up, slamming back down, the slap of your skin connecting filling up the dorm room.

As you stare down at him you have to pinch yourself because the visual of him whimpering underneath you is an exact replica of the dreams you’ve been having. A needy Jungkook kneading the flesh of your hips, rutting his own hips up to meet you, his big eyes blown out with lust and adoration in the same damn way you’ve been dreaming about and you know you’re done for.

Jungkook can say the same, the countless times he’s dreamt of you doing this to him has him thinking he’s stuck in a dream, ready to wake up to his roommate tossing a pillow at him but it never comes because you’re actually here. You’re here on top of him, riding him like it’s something you’ve always wanted. His hand trails up from your hip to grasp your bouncing boob, giving it an experimental squeeze, his thumb and index finger tweaking your nipple and enjoying the way you moan from it.

He can feel your arousal dripping down his length every time you lift up, the remnants of it pooling around the base of his cock, he can see it as his eyes are glued to the way your lips part to take his length in. He can feel you start to get tired from the constant motion, your movements slowing down slightly so he takes it upon himself to wrap his arms around you and bring you closer to his chest, successfully flipping you over underneath him.

Your hair fans out around you and you stare up at him in shock, never thinking he’d do something like that but it only lasts a minute before hes sliding back into you. His hands are by your face, caging your body underneath his as he pounds into you.

His jaw is clenched tightly when he feels you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers trying to cling onto his back from the force of his thrusts. “Do you want it harder?” He grunts out, looking down at you to see you nodding frantically, your legs wrapping around his waist to push him deeper into you.

“Please ple–“ you gasp when he slides out before rearing back into you, starting a brutal pace that you didn’t think he was capable of. “Just like that. God Jungkook.” You cry out and he feels his chest fill with pride. You were moaning out his name, he was the one making you feel this way.

You can feel him graze your bundle of nerves every time he thrusts forward, a high pitched moan leaving you and he does another experimental thrust to find the exact spot, angling his hips until you’re gasping and then he’s grinding right into it every time. Determined to get you to cum before him he keeps it up, he can feel his climax creeping in on him, you’re squeezing him so tight its almost impossible to thrust into you but he can tell you’re close when your hand comes down to rub your clit and he almost cums from that sight alone.

Seeing you squirming underneath him as your fingers worked to push yourself over the edge just made him thrust harder into you, a deep groan leaving his mouth when you gasped out, your walls clamping around him even tighter than before as you threw your head back. You had enough sense to clasp a hand over your mouth before you moaned out at as your body twitched from your orgasm, the feeling of Jungkook continuing to pound into you only making more muffled whimpers leave you from the overstimulation.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He mumbles out, his head dropping forward to rest between your neck and shoulder as he starts to rut faster into you. Your toes are curling from the after shocks of your climax, the tingles all over your body being the cause of mistake number two, “Cum inside me Jungkook, please.”

His face lifts back up at your statement, checking to make sure you mean it and when you nod and press your lips against his for another heated kiss he doesn’t hold back. His hips rolling into yours with new found energy, your body being jostled up at his action but you don’t care when all you taste is him, your kisses swallowing the desperate whine that leave him as he nears his end. His thrusts get sloppier until he’s groaning out deeply, his hips stuttering as his cock paints your walls white. You moan again at the feeling of his warm cum inside of you, letting him roll his hips a few more times as you kiss him gently to bring him back down.

His arms fail him, his body flopping on top of you in a heap, his muscles absolutely crushing you but the way he wraps your arms underneath your waist and nuzzles into you makes you forget about your inability to breath. His face is pressed against your neck under your chin, his soft dick is still inside you and he really doesn’t want to pull it out, he’d be perfectly content with going to sleep and waking up in this position.

You keep your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers gently playing with his damp hair, “I miss your black hair.” You mumble out, breaking the silence that fell over the room.

He hums against your neck, kissing your skin gently in content when you scratch his scalp, “I’ll dye it back for you.”

You don’t know why that statement makes your heart swell but it does, your lips coming down to kiss his hair before laying back down. The both of you catch your breaths like this, Jungkook having his cheek pressed against your skin and you gently massaging his head.

He can feel the sweat on your skin start to get sticky so he decides nows a good time to pull apart, his skin peeling off of you and you’re both grimacing when he finally slides out of you, a small gush of his cum dripping out of your entrance and you squeeze your thighs shut at the feeling.

Jungkook wants to sit there and stare at his cum staining your skin but he can tell you feel icky from your face so he stands up from the bed and looks around your room, spotting your towel by your desk. He picks it up and comes back to you. His fingers gently pry open your thighs as he starts to clean you up, tossing the towel aside and motioning for you to move so you can get comfy in bed.

You shuffle around until you slide your comforter down, letting him adjust himself so you both fit comfortably. The small feelings of being tipsy are gone, your muscles completely relaxed and sleep starts to overtake you as you feel him move behind you, his arm lazily draping over you as you both start to slowly fall asleep.

“You know,” he gently speaks up, “you promised me you’d get me laid by the end of October.”

You hum in acknowledgment, and he’s smirking into your hair, “It’s technically November though so.”

You giggle softly at this, turning around in his grasp to face him, your leg slipping in between his as you get closer, “Oh how could I ever make it up to you for breaking my promise.” He lets out a fake gasp as your sarcastic response, his fingers wasting no time coming up to playfully jab at your sides, succeeded in making you squirm and laugh until his lips are kissing you again, the urgency and heat from before missing but he likes this way better.

He likes the small laughs in between kisses, the shy licks of your tongue and sighs you let out and in that moment Jungkook feels content.

Jungkook doesn’t think of whats going to happen tomorrow morning when you both wake up and the initial lust is gone. He doesn’t think of the conversation that’s gonna have to happen once the sun comes up. No he lets himself enjoy this, lets you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. He’ll worry about that when it comes.

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