#(like he IS but not in this way...you get it)
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I love him but also yeah pretty much
i hate him bro DO SOMETHING
#mouthwashing#just because he's one of my favs doesn't mean i'm afraid to call him a FUCKING USELESS IDIOT#yes i get the situation was tricky and he was in a very toxic and abusive friendship with jimothy#and he was probably aware that jalapeno was a very volatile individual who flipped his shit#so curly MIGHT have been trying to descalate#i understand all those things as i am a curly...not quite defender so much as a âhe's complicatedâ arguer#but with that comes the fact that i will say this:#he could have done SOMETHING to help her at least a LITTLE BIT like the smallest safety measures but he fucking didn't#he could have gotten anya a lock and made sure the two don't have to interact and given anya other ways to protect herself#even if he couldn't tell daisuke and swansea the specifics he could still tell them to keep an eye on jello#and make sure he isn't up to some shit#but NOOOOO he didn't do fuck all#like my man i get the nuance here but also anya honestly deserves so much better like you did not help her
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Bigger in Texas
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: Joel wonât fit.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Size kink (seriously, donât read if you hate big dicks / disgusting descriptions) Penis and pussy pronouns. Virginity loss. Age gap. Praise kink. Daddy kink. Joel âhung like a fucking horseâ Miller is a soft dom and also a good teacher. Competence kink (?)
Note: Somebody made a fic challenge to use penis pronouns, and I canât for the life of me remember who it was. If yâall find them please show them this and tell them I love their brain đ«
Update: @sp00kymulderr youâre a legend for this. Dick pronouns are engrained in my brain, and Iâm forever grateful.
Word count: 2.3k
This wasnât the life Joel Miller had pictured for himself.
The dead coming back to roam the world and eradicate most of its population, for one. The cold. Finding his baby brother way out here in Wyoming with a wife and a child on the way. The looks he was getting these days. Itâs not like heâd asked to get mixed up with a girl your age. It just happened. And since damn near every-fucking-thing that had âhappenedâ to him since outbreak day fifteen years back had been bottom of the barrel, full-blown nightmare territory, the second he saw a good thing fumble across his path, heâd seized itâyou.
You, who were young enough to be his daughter.
You, whoâd never seen a man fully before meeting him.
You, who hadnât squeezed so much as a finger in herself.
But much like his past, Joel Miller was a sordid and sick kind of man, and he had the cock to prove it: presently weeping precum at the site of your softest, tightest hole, smearing the pearly-white slick through your folds with a sound so sweet it was nauseating. Begging for entrance.
âOughta have a boy your age pop your cherry, kid.â
It was simple.
âAinât right havinâ a man my age all in your guts.â
And true.
The head of his cock made another wet, sickening noise through your folds, and as though instigated by the sound, your eyes flitted to the source. You smiled.
âProbably. But I want you,â you answered. Soft.
Joel got harder, and he hadnât thought that was possible. His gaze joined yours, and the sight nearly finished him.
Beneath him, your legs had spread wider, showcasing that perfectly glistening seam alongside the head of his cock. He looked huge. Or you looked small. Or perhaps it was both, and he was old, and he really shouldnât be doing this at all, but then his hips stuttered a bit and his length pushed in. Joel hissed and seized the headboard.
It wouldnât even go in. The tip just stretched the rim.
âBaby, fuckââ Joel whimpered.
âHeâs so big.â
Three little words from your lips, and it almost did him in.
Again.
You wriggled your hips and flashed another happy grin.
âHe wants in, daddy. I can feel him pulsinâ like I am.â
You volleyed a look up to Joel as if to say, âSo that means weâre ready, right? Will you let me have him?â
And, strangled by guilt as he was, Joel couldnât resist.
He let his big, bulbous, leaking head sink in the tiniest bit, and he let out a groan. Your walls were so tight. This was him, tooâhis tip was oversized, just like the rest of himâand when it notched in an inch, Joel could see the pain flash quick in your eyes. His hips moved to retreat.
But then your heels were lifting and digging in his ass, and though strained, your voice made it out, weakly:
âDonât, daddy. I want him.â
Joel couldnât dream of refusing.
And his vision blurred more at that word, him.
âI-I know. He wants you too, babyââ
Another quarter-inch.
ââso, so bad.â
âDaddy!â
Joel had to blink to try and wake from his daze. His tip was so warm, hugged so perfect and snug and wet, that he didnât even realize that was all that fit. He was stuck.
You whimpered again.
ââSâtoo big, daddy. Just make him go in.â
Your eyes rolled with indignation and overwhelming pleasure alike, and your hips squirmed again. This time, you tried to nudge him in deeper, but your body simply wouldnât budge; youâd reached the widest part of him.
âHoney, itâsââ
âHurtinâ! I need you inside me.â you cried, impatient.
âJust takes a little time to get there, darlinâââ
âWell, get to it, then. A tip ainât enough.â
Joelâs face flushed. He mightâve been forced to bite back a laugh under any other circumstances, but this was your virginity. His bed. Your naked bodies, together, tonight.
He wasnât about to rush it now and fuck everything up.
âThis tipâs about to paint your pretty insides white and make you wait til next week to try again if you keep it up.â
That made you go still.
You shook your head while Joel released the headboard from his grip and took your hip in it instead. He grunted.
âSweet pea, you gotta seeââ he resumed, voice low, ââit wonât feel good for you or me if I justâŠpush right in.â
You sighed, feeling his hold tighten.
âTongue and fingers only do so much. You gotta learn.â
You whined, digging your feet in deeper when his tip drew back to your entrance. Looking a bit squeamish.
âBe braveâŠand patient for me.â
From the look in your eyes, Joel could tell you probably hated him right now. That was just fine. He adjusted his hips to a more comfortable place, and then he pinched your hip bone. He nudged you back, and he let you wait.
Then, right when you opened your mouth, he sank in.
Joel thrusted with only his tip, the size of a small lime, and he fucked your hole gently. Back and forth. Shallow.
It did enough. You squeezed both his forearms.
âOh, daddy.â Your bottom lip trembled as you said it.
With his free hand, Joel smoothed your hair back.
âYeah, what is it, baby?â he murmured, dulcet as ever, âThought you said the tip ainât enough for you, sugar.â
His words came slow. His strokes were delivered quick, though tenderly. Your brain appeared to be in a fog, or a trance, as your chin dipped down toward your chest, and you watched him breach the first inch of you repeatedly.
âCurious little thing.â Joel couldnât fight the chuckle now.
âHeâs soâŠâ you trailed off.
You squeezed his arms, and he squeezed your hip back. He let you watch him fuck you with only his tip, and when your head began to tilt back from the strain, he reached up with his other hand and held the back of your neck. He felt you clench at that, and you both groaned.
âSoâŠbig,â you finished, eyes glazed.
âI know.â
This went on for the longest time: Joel stretching the first precious inch of your pussy with the head of himself, you watching and breathing deeply, whimpering occasionally, and him holding at the nape of your neck like a softer touch might lose you to him forever. Was this teaching? When you clenched again, he reckoned it was.
âThatâs it, honey. Watch her swallow me.â
âStretches real pretty for the tip, doesnât she?â
âBet she canât even fit another inch of this cock.â
Suddenly, your head was jerking up under his hold.
Eyes flaring with a hot, juvenile kind of anger: âI can!â
Joel clicked his tongue against the backs of his teeth and pretended not to hear. He also had to feign indifference when your walls tightened and all but choked his head and a wave of new pleasure surged up through his body.
âShe can, Joel, Iâm serious!â
Another two seconds of this and Joel sensed he might see tears. Though his gaze had trailed up to yours, and the look in his appeared stern, deep down, he was just as quick to want to cave. He just hid it better than you did.
âYou think so, sweet pea?â
âI know so. I need it.â
âNeed him?â
âY-Yes.â
How sweet you seemed. How naive you must be.
Joel mightâve been mean, but he wasnât cruel. He also liked teaching lessons as much as he enjoyed showing you the way, so in the next second, he obliged. He took the last shallow thrust of his tip and sank into your cunt.
As he filled you, you whined. It only took an inch or two.
âDa-a-ddy. Please.â
You mustâve been begging for lenience. Joel retreated.
Then, much to the manâs surprise, you kicked your feet. Not in relief but in protest, shaking your head up at him:
âPut him back. Please. D-Deeper.â
It was as though Joelâs brain had exited through the back of his head and all rational thought escaped him, for the moment. The only voice he heard was yours. It was pleading. And in between your legs, you were soaked.
So drenched to allow him another inch. Then another. Then another. Joel fucked in gently and felt a seismic wave of pleasure seize his limbsâand likely yours, as well. It was as though in two blinks, youâd forgotten the pain altogether. You were suffused with need instead, eyes wincing and lips curling and sounds leaving your throat like an animal in heat. Want him deeper, please.
Joel sawed back and forth with just those five or so inches and made you writhe underneath him. Felt you clamp down on his thick, slippery cock and heard the remnants of your shared arousal making sounds as your body accepted him. Stretching wider. Getting wetter. Bringing him closer to the edge with every breath.
âSheâs doinââŠso good fâme,â Joel told you, brainless.
His thumb drifted to your clit. He rubbed it gently. No sooner had he finished the first circle around that nub when your hips were stirring againâthis time incensed.
âDaddy.â
âI know, baby. I know.â
Joel kissed the top of your head, thumb insistent. When his eyes met yours, he was surprised to find them wet this time. Tears pooling and streaking down to your temples while your body bounced gently beneath his thrusts. A whimper trembled out, and Joel slowed.
He could tell from that look you didnât want him to stop, though. It just felt so good. So, instead of dropping his pace too much, Joel cupped your chin in one hand, and with the other, he kept thumbing at your clit. Humming.
âPoor thingâs never had something this big in âer, huh?â
You shook your head. Cried a little more.
Joel kissed the tears on one side, lips smiling as he did.
âI can tell, baby. But sheâs taking it so well.â
âY-Yeah?â
His hips sped up a little. The thrusts were still shallower than they normally would be, given your state, but they seemed to be working well enough. You winced again.
Joel kissed the other side of your face to take more tears.
âUh-huh,â he answered, âOpeninâ up real nice for daddy.â
It was like his words worked as well as his thumb on your clit. You whimpered again, lips parting a little wider now, and the sound that came out was as desperate and feverish and fuck-drunk as Joel had ever heard it.
âS-Say it again,â you pleaded.
âSay what?â
âThat heâsâŠstretchinâ me open. Makinâ me his.â
The soft, slick resonance between your body and his seemed to amplify even moreâyou were getting wetter, and Joelâs thrusts all but shook the bed with their force.
His eyes darkened when he felt you tighten again.
âYeah? You like hearinâ all the filthy fuckinâ things your daddyâs doing? The way heâs breakinâ you in for him?â
You nodded. Your throat constricted with a moan.
And, just when a fresh set of tears seemed to be close on the horizon, Joel lowered himself to you. He held you to his chest, hips working relentlessly, and he watched your face screw up in pleasure. A trace of pain surfaced again, but it was soothed with a kiss. Joel grinned against you.
Between your thighs, his cock was throbbing with a feeling just as big. He knew he couldnât keep this up much longer. Hurting and aching and needing as you were, he had to make sure that you would cum first.
When his cock grazed a fleshy, sensitive patch inside your walls, he knew it wouldnât take much. He went on:
âCâmon, sugar. Daddyâs split you open on his cock so nice, least you can do is cum for him. Can you do that?â
His nose brushed yours. His thrusts sped up. You nodded, quickly, and when he shifted in the bed with his thumb still on your clit and his lips and his stubble grazing your mouth with every push of himself, he felt it.
It was a small pulse, at first.
Joel thought you might be adjustingâclenchingâagain, when the lips that were trembling against his own parted more. Your arms wound around his neck, and suddenly the throb of your walls around his member got tighter and tighter and tighter. One more second and your cunt mightâve squeezed the hot, sticky seed right out of his body and flooded your insides with it, but then came release. The âoâ of your mouth let out a shriek, at last, and your body went soft around him, beneath him, whining in turn, âDaddy, daddy, pleaseâ while the muscles once taut and unflinching gave him reprieve. Fluttering repeatedly.
Joel fucked you through it. He talked you through it.
He stroked your hair, and he held you tight. Called you his sweetheart, pretty thing, perfect girl, youâre doinâ so good fâme. Keep going. Thatâs right, cum all over daddy. He told you to take what you needed, and without another word, he felt just that. Your cunt spasmed around him, and you consumed every inch he gave and drank every drop of spend shooting out in thick spurts.
You fell boneless on the bed when all was said and done.
You looked happy, and that made Joel even happier.
He stroked your cheek, and you leaned into it, clearly drained while your gaze held his in a weak sort of look.
It was soft. Loving, even. It couldâve been romantic.
Then Joelâs hand slipped down to the nape of your neck again. Your muscles were limp, like all the rest of you, but somehow, he was able to hold you up. Tilt your chin a bit.
Make you peer down between your shaking legs, where his cock was still sheathed inside youâpartly, anyway.
Your eyes widened. Joel grinned.
âYou did great, baby. Ready for the other half of him?â
can yâall believe this image is what inspired this fic HA
itâs only Thursday iâm sorry đ
#I WROTE THIS IN A FUGUE STATE LISTENING TO KEITH WHITLEY#IF IT DOESNâT MAKE SENSE ITâS PROBABLY JUST BC IâM SLEEP-DEPRIVED AND STUPID#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller imagine#joel miller one shot#joel miller tlou#the last of us fic
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thinking about husband!toji who becomes overly affectionate and possessive when he sees some other man eyeing you down like a piece of meat. Of course your pretty self doesnât even notice, too worried about showing him the dresses you think are cute and he sees the guy just down the aisle staring at your ass, sizing you up and stripping you naked with his eyes. So what does Toji do? Heâs already extremely intimidating no matter what, with his broody nature and muscular build, most people wonât even dare to look your way, but some do. Toji simply stares at the guy, full on stares like a psycho and if that doesnât scare them away, he grabs you by your ass, im talking ass in hand, squeezing it and pulling you towards him. âToji!â Youâd whine with a giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. âWhat was that for?â You question, smiling up at him. âOh nothing, mama, just some fucker keeps staring you down like youâre his.â He pressed another kiss to your lips only this time he didnât pull away, making out with you right in front of the guy who rolls his eyes and walks away.
And when you and Toji go out to a party or the club, he swears he canât step away from you for one second without some asshole trying to hit on you. He goes to the bar to grab you both a drink and the moment he turns his head, some guy is dancing up on you, ruining your vibe. âI have a husband.â You point to the ring on your finger, the diamond glistening in the light. âSo? He donât gotta knowââ Toji throws his drink in the manâs face and throws a punch right to his jaw. âFuck man!â The dude drops to the floor in pain. âGet the fuck away from my wife, you understand? Piece of shit.â Toji holds you by the waist, taking a sip of the drink he didnât throw at the man before tossing it on him. âLetâs go, baby.â He whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
And when youâre back home, all you do is smile at him, pulling him in by his jacket. âYouâre so sexy when you get all protective and possessive.â
âOh, yeah? Does it do something to you, mama?â His lips curl into a smirk. You nod at him, biting on your lower lip.
âAh!â You yelp with a laugh as he tosses you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom which will be occupied all night.
#ââclassyrbf#jjk#jjk x reader#jujustu kaisen#toji x reader#toji x reader fluff#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro fluff#toji fushiguro x reader fluff#toji drabble#toji fushiguro drabble#jjk drabble#jjk x reader fluff#jjk toji#toji fushiguro
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Buttermilk
It doesn't take long to settle into the rhythm of your new summer job. Or: the babysitter x single dad au
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Itâs not unusual for someone to mistake you for the babyâs mama.
How could someone not, at least for a moment? When you take the baby to the grocery store, older people gush over him babbling in his stroller, eager to shower him with compliments in baby-talk or tell you how much you resemble the little tyke. After hearing the same comment for the umpteenth time, you tire of correcting people by saying youâre the babysitter only to watch their face fall, somewhat mortified and feeling as though their comment shouldâve been directed to the babyâs actual mother. Which isnât you.Â
Itâs less typical for someone to mistake you for Johnâs wife, though that does happen from time to time.
Youâve become a fixture around the neighbourhood since John hired you at the beginning of the summer, and over the weeks, the other nannies and the stay-at-home moms have started to gradually warm up to you. Before long, youâre being invited on coffee runs and playdates with some of the other women, always careful to ask for Johnâs permission before bringing his baby into a strangerâs house.
âJust text me the address and their names,â he requests while you stand awkwardly in front of him, John sitting on the bed to finish buttoning up his shirt and fixing his watch around his wrist. You wouldâve been fine standing on the other side of the door while he finished changing, but he insisted on inviting you in.
âI will,â you promise, nodding along with his words.
âAnd call me if you donât feel comfortable. Iâll come get the two of you right away if you need me.â
You swallow. Nod again.
The first time you take the baby for a playdate with a couple of the moms from the park, one catches you in the act of texting John the address of the house as he requested. âHubby wants to know where you are, huh?â
âOh,â you choke out, face heating up. âHeâs notââ
âNot a control freak, I know. Theyâre all like that.â Her smile is ebullient, rolling her eyes like youâre in on a joke together when you most assuredly are not. âWhy donât you share your location with him? Mineâs the same way. HereâIâll show you how.â
She takes your phone and tap-taps something and suddenly you see it in the notifications of your conversation with John. If you bite your lip instead of correcting her assumption about the nature of your and Johnâs relationship, thatâs for you and you alone to know. Your rationale is that any explanation will just make things tense; itâs not like you havenât seen it happen before.Â
Itâs far more concerning when John doesnât correct those assumptions. Particularly when youâre standing right next to him.Â
Like at the local water park on a particularly hot weekend, wading in the kiddy pool with the baby nestled tight against your chest in his little swim trunks and floppy hat only for an employee to ask John if his wife would like something to drink.Â
âIced coffee, love?â John asks, taking your stupefied silence as a yes. âNothing for me, mate. Cheers.âÂ
Your head spins like a top on that thought until a good while later. The server hands you a glass of iced coffee with condensation already dripping down the sides and John thanks him for you, taking the baby from you and pulling you to his side. You drink your coffee quietly with your thigh flush with his under the water, gripping the glass harder when his free hand squeezes around your waist, laughing at something another parent said to him.
Itâs so over for you. Thereâs no coming back from this.Â
The sight of someone of Johnâs size, a bulky, military man with arms of pure steel dusted with dark hairs, cradling a tiny, chubby baby with a thatch of similar dark hair on his head and big cheeks and roly poly arms unlocks something primal in you. An old, buried need.Â
In the family changing room, you stand under an ice cold shower until it breaks the fever slowly consuming you. All you can do is hope it takes.Â
In the evening, you sit out on the porch with John at the back of the house until the crickets swell with song, the moon a half-crescent in the sky. A cool breeze makes your shoulders lift a little, huddling into your body to keep warm.Â
Itâs hard to keep your eyes on the view in front of you and off the man sitting beside you when they want so badly to be running over him. Heâs changed out of his work clothes into a soft pair of sweatpants and an old threadbare shirt, the sage green fabric faded after years of being run through the washing machine. It clings to his biceps and the soft pudge of his stomach, a layer of fat over the hard muscle beneath.Â
A cigarette dangles from his fingers, thick wrist perched on the arm of the adirondack chair. Every so often he lifts it to his lips for a puff, always breathing out in the opposite direction from you. Considerate of your health, at least, if not his own.Â
âCold, sweetheart?â he asks before ashing his cigarette, and your bottom lip purses when you turn your head to look at him because you thought you were doing a good job suppressing your shivers.Â
You stare at him, confused. He cocks an eyebrow at your questioning stare and deliberately glances down, waiting until you notice the way your nipples are protruding through your white tank top. You forgot that youâd taken your bra off earlier for a bit of relief and hadnât yet had a chance to put it back on.Â
âOh my god,â you squeak, crossing your arms to hide as much as possible, humiliation flooding through you. âIâm so sorryâthatâs soâI-Iâm so sorry.â
John makes a rough sound when he rises to his feet, knees cracking as he does. âSâalright, hun. Lemme get you something to put on.â
The screen door creaks when he goes back inside briefly to fetch something only to come back a few seconds later with a big, cotton sweater that reeks of him. It looks well loved, some remnant of his younger years, and even from a distance, you can smell the distinct smoky aroma clinging to the fabric.Â
When he kneels in front of you, you nearly go cross-eyed at the realisation that even on his knees, heâs as tall as you. The bulk of his waist forces your legs to spread around him.Â
âCâmon, arms up,â John commands, barely waiting until youâve raised your arms above your head before helping guide your head and arms into the right holes.Â
Dragging the sweater down the way he does forces it to rub over your nipples, sending a shock through you. If you had any less self-control, your teeth might actually chatter together.Â
âThere we go,â he says, fluffing out the sweater around your waist before resting his hands on the tops of your thighs, the gesture coming so naturally to him that you doubt heâs even noticed the placement of his hands. âMuch better. Thatâll warm you up.â
He isn't wrong. Youâve already worked up a sweat.Â
Late night rain.
It comes down in buckets, a dark slate rapping hard against the window pane. A bolt of lightning flickers across the horizon off in the distance. White striations across an otherwise dark sky. About thirty seconds later, thunder rumbles.Â
You peek from between the blinds, chewing your lip nervously. Youâve never driven in rain this bad, but with supper done and the dishes washed, thereâs no excuse for you to stay any longer. Still, the rain comes down so heavily that despite your timidity, you briefly contemplate asking John if you can stay a little longer. At least until it lets up a bit; until your headlights wonât blind you reflecting off the puddles on the drive home.Â
Someone else pulls the blinds further apart.
âThereâs no way in hell youâre going out in that,â John says from behind you, practically growling his words. Daring you to contradict him.Â
You glance over your shoulder to find him right there at your back, staring out the window. Heâs so close that you can smell the red sauce on his flannel from dinner and make out the flecks of grey in his beard that are almost masked by the darker hairs.Â
âItâs notâŠthat badâŠâ
âSweetheart, donât piss me off,â he warns.
The blinds shuttle back together with a clatter when you finally let go of them.Â
âI couldâI could take the couch,â you offer.Â
âSweetheart,â John sighs, looking down at you meaningfully.
âWhat?â you ask, confused.
âIâm not gonna take the big, comfy bed and leave you with the couch.â When you open your mouth to protest, he cuts you off. âAnd donât even try arguing. I wonât hear it.â
Thereâs not much you can say to dissuade him after that. The furrow of his brow lets you know heâs made up his mind; no ifs, ands, or buts. Besides, thereâs a not-so-secret part of you thatâs relieved that you donât have to drive home in this weather. Youâre an average driver on a good day. You donât need your last moments before shuffling off this mortal coil to involve hydroplaning on the highway before ramming into the guardrail.Â
John gives you a shirt of his to change into for after your shower, which you spend far too long in, scrubbing your body with his shower gel and quivering under the warm water. When you pull it on, you bring the collar up to your nose to smell. The same patent smoky scent, musky like ambergris and leather. Intoxicating. It makes the blood rush through your ear like a conch shell, the ocean swirling behind your eardrum.Â
You hadnât asked for underwear, content at first to keep on the same pair, but after your shower, you cringe at the thought of putting your day-old panties back on. Besides, his shirt is long enough to cover anything indecent.Â
He sits on the edge of the bed when you come out, the concern on his brow melting away at the sight of you.Â
âPractically a dress on you, isnât it?â John says, voice a little wondrous. His eyes drag over you, tip to toe.Â
You fiddle with the ends of it. ââŠAre you sure you want me to take the bed?âÂ
âWouldnât be fair. Itâs yours for the night.â His lips quirk up at the corners when you frown. âDonât worry about meâIâve slept in worse places before.â
âLike where?â you ask dubiously.
âTents. Abandoned buildings. Shacks. In the back of a moving van a few times. You wouldnât believe half the places we used to make camp. Definitely no place for pretty girls like you.â
His condescending tone vaguely annoys you, but itâs hard to dig into your irritation when he thumbs the edge of the shirt youâre wearing and you realise that heâs just a few raised inches away from noticing that you donât have any panties on. You shouldâve just put your old ones back on, but itâs far too late now.Â
You clear your throat instead. âWe couldâŠumâŠwe could share.âÂ
You donât know what possesses you to offer to share the bed, but the words are already gone, out of your mouth and in the air. John cocks an eyebrow.
âUnless you donât want to,â you amend.Â
âDonât know about that, sweetheart,â he rasps. ââŠI snore like a bear.â
âThatâs okay. Iâm a pretty deep sleeper.â
John scrutinises you a bit longer, looking for any sign of hesitancy. You know heâd squash your offer in a second if he found any wariness in your gaze.Â
âAlright,â he finally concedes, letting go of your shirt and slapping his thighs. âBut donât say I didnât warn you when you wake up and canât fall back asleep because of my snoring.â
After his shower, during which you lie on your side facing away from the bathroom door, stomach fraught with nerves as you consider the fact that heâs naked in the ensuite, you hear him come out and rummage around in the dresser for a change of clothes. You lie beside him with your stomach twisted in knots, your hands shoved under the pillow and staring resolutely at the wall.Â
The appropriateness of sleeping in the same bed beside your boss isn't lost on you, but you're too far into this now.
The bed dips when he settles onto the other side, and the sudden absence of light when he switches the bedside lamp off nearly makes you cheep.Â
He breathes heavily, you notice, particularly when he finally falls asleep. Itâs a deep, rumbling soundânot entirely unlike a bear, though you canât really confirm that for certain seeing as how youâve never slept beside a bear before.Â
Those are the thoughts that would signal the approach of sleep if you werenât soon to be engulfed by it.Â
Sometime in the middle of the night, you wake up to a rough hand stroking your back leisurely. Thereâs a hard chest under you, your cheek propped up on a pillowy pec that rises and falls with his breaths. Sleep bobs around in you like a toulouse decanter. You struggle to keep an eye open, certain that thereâs something you need to tend to, but then his hand slides down your back again to curve over your rump and sleep drags you back down.Â
You wake up again to your breath wafting back into your mouth, your face shoved into the crook of a manâs neck. Humid, hot. Youâre lipping at the skin of his neck, little tongue darting out to lap up a bead of sweat, salty on your tongue.Â
Your cunt pulses against his leg, toes curling when John drags his hand up your thigh and hitches it higher up around his waist.Â
âBaby?â he groans, his voice still rusty from sleep. The sound is a rough burr up your spine.Â
âSorry,â you whisper. âCouldnâ get comfy.â
âYou hot?â he asks.
The denial on the tip of your tongue slips back down your throat when he plants his foot on the bed and draws his leg up, pressing the meat of his thigh into your throbbing sex.Â
âHere, lemme help youââ he groans, reaching down to ruck up your shirt, dragging it up over your breasts and helping manoeuvre your arms out of the holes. It gets tossed off the bed onto the floor.Â
Now your breasts are flat on his chest, smushed against his ribcage. It registers somewhere in the back of your head as inappropriate, but sleep pushes that thought away, focusing instead on the discomfort of moving around when you just want to settle back down and go back to bed.Â
It must be the heat making you act this way.Â
âShitâsorry, sweetheart,â he apologizes, shifting under you. âMâhot too.â
He plants a hand on your ass and heaves you up his chest, giving him enough room to wiggle out of his boxers. It pushes your breasts right into his face, your nipples mere inches from his mouth. When his tongue pokes out to wet his upper lip, it nicks your pebbled nipple.Â
A hard length presses against your butt when youâre slid back down, the tip wet when it catches against your skin.Â
âJusâ ignore it, sweetie,â John mumbles, petting a hand down your back.Â
You lie like that for a while, splayed over his body. Want simmering just under your skin. Flustered and exhausted all at once, sleep-drained; not a drop of strength in your muscles.Â
The heat is justâ
Scorching. Dizzying. You feel featherbrained, slipping in and out of sleep, biting off the whimpers that threaten to crawl up your throat when John tucks his hands into the crevice of your thighs to wrench them apart, spreading them around his hips again.Â
Distantly, you remember that the man under you is at least twenty years your senior. Your employer at that. A man now palming your butt, sinking his fingers into the flesh and rumbling low in his throat.Â
Itâs wrongâflagrantly wrong. You know that you should say something, that you should get up and tell him that youâre going to sleep on the couch instead. But your tongue is too thick for your mouth. And your thoughts are a sticky paste. The pulse between your thighs empties out all the common sense from your head.Â
His palms are slick on your skin.Â
Your breathing grows shallow when a hard length suddenly pushes between your thighs as well.Â
When the mushroomed head nudges at your opening, you flinch, heart thumping ferociously against your chest.Â
âJohnâJohnââ you breathe, panicked. As if to warn him. As if he werenât planting both feet on the bed and lifting his hips.Â
As if it wasnât his hands, warm on your waist, dragging you down onto the shaft spearing into you.Â
Your blood is molten hot in your veins. Sticky hands and sticky fingers curl into his chest hair. Your head thumps against his pecs, too weak to hold it up, lipping at the damp skin of his chest.Â
âIt hurtsââ you bleat, tears pricking at the backs of your eyes.Â
âI know, baby, I know,â John pants. He draws his hips back just to press forward again, deeper this time. Filling you up more than before. âIâm sorry, babyâI canât, itâs justâŠtoo good. Shit.â
Resolve in tatters. Shattered like his willpower, like his determination not to fuck the girl twenty years his junior sleeping beside him in his bed.Â
His hips pump up into yours, bouncing you in his lap. Each thrust plunging his cock deeper into your pussy. Itâd be painful if you werenât so wet, but youâre dripping, arousal making you leak around his shaft and slickening his way.Â
Sleep still rattles around in your brain, but not even the fog of sleep can shake the ever intensifying realisation that youâre fucking your boss. No two ways around itâbreasts naked against his hirsute chest; pussy wet and stuffed to the hilt with a big dick. Knocked senseless by it.Â
The veins of his cock drag over the viscid walls of your cunt with every thrust. He must like the involuntary noises you make because he loses his rhythm when you cry out, growling out a string of unintelligible curses. His body feels bigger like this somehow, biceps and forearms bulging where theyâre wrapped around your waist, hips forcing your legs to spread wide around him, the ache sinking deep into your muscle, into your bones. Â
When you look up at him, his eyes are more hooded than usual, the blue of his irises so dark that theyâre almost black.Â
âSuch a good girl,â he grunts, big arms like steel bands around your waist, holding you tight to his chest so you have nowhere to run. âJusâ letâŠjusâ let daddy come andâoh Christ, fuck, fuckâŠâjusâ lemme come and weâll go back to bed, okay, sweetie?â
âIâm gonnaâŠâ you pant, trailing off when he gets a little rough, pumping harder up into you. The sound of your pussy squelching around his length makes your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open.Â
âYeah, yeah, youâyou come too, baby. Jusâ need to take the edge off, both of us.â
You squeal when he reaches a hand down to dig his fingers into your butt cheek and it makes you tense up, walls tightening around his dick. One well-placed swat hard enough to make the flesh of your ass jiggle and you come, clenching up so tight that his next few thrusts are slowed by your spasming walls, forcing him to really cram his cock into your hole.Â
âChrist, thatâs cute,â John growls, his pupils blown out.Â
It hurts to come that hard; makes your belly cramp up and everything. Whatever gibberish spills from your mouth gets lost in the aftermath.Â
Thatâs when the temperature goes from hot to blistering. The muscles of his thighs tense, straining with his impending release. Even his grip around your waist gets tighter, his self-control steamrolled under his approaching climax, oblivious to the way you squeal and squirm when it threads the delicate needle of being too much.Â
âSorry, baby,â he apologises, voice treading gravel. âMâgonna mess your pussy up a bitââ
âWaitâwaitââ you gasp, trying fruitlessly to lift yourself up, his arms keeping you pinned tight to his chest. âYouâre gonnaâJohn, youâre gonna come inside meââ
His hips thrust up hard at your words, one last rough pump that has him digging his heels into the mattress and clenching his jaw, the veins in his neck protruding. You feel it flood inside you, hot spurts of cum right up against your womb. He curses when he comes, eyelids sliding shut, lost in the sensation of emptying himself into you.Â
A few last, punishing thrusts that make your teeth clack together. More heat spurting into you. A murmured oh fuck before his legs slide back down the bed, spreading out over the mattress.Â
The blanket is somewhere at the foot of the bed, all scrunched up and nearly dangling off the edge. You only start to shiver when the sweat on your back finally begins to cool.Â
When he pulls you off his cock, you whimper, a hot flash snaking through you. Oh Christ did he plug you up good. Stringy, viscous cum leaks from your hole, leaving a little puddle on his thigh when you slide off his chest and to the side a bit.Â
âOh baby,â he tuts softly, reaching between your legs to feel where youâre wet and a little swollen. âSorry, sweetheartâŠwanna get cleaned up?â
âNoâŠâ you rasp, so dazed that you canât even lift your cheek off his chest.Â
Exhaustion has never ridden you this hard before, but considering the circumstancesâŠâperhaps youâre lucky to be conscious at all, is all you mean. Thereâs not a chance of you having enough energy to do anything as rigorous as showering though.Â
âOkay, baby. Little kiss?â John asks in a murmur, lifting your head up by your chin and swooping down for a kiss. Not even giving you enough time to process his words before his mouth is on yours.Â
His lips glide slick against yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he needs a good, deep kiss to ground him. A wet twisting of tongues; a thick finger stroking up your neck. He canât stop touching you. Running a hand up your spine and curving it back down over your ass. Featherlight touches meant to calm you down. His kisses grow sticky, lingering; each one almost the last until he pulls you in for another.Â
âGo back to sleep, okay?â John says, still speaking low enough to push you back under. He smooths his hand down your back again.Â
You fall back asleep with a load in your belly and your head in a tizzy. The you of tomorrow is going to have a lot to contend with from the you of tonight.
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Soap whoâs so fucking nasty
Soap who does every single thing that your other boyfriends refused to do.
He kisses you after you suck him off. Eats his own cum out of you. Pins you down to get a taste of you when youâve just come home after a long dayâ doesnât let you shower. Likes you unshaven. Doesnât want you wearing deodorant or perfume on his birthday.
He likes to fuck you when youâre sick because fevers just make your cunt even hotter than usual. And heâll still shove his tongue down your throatâ he doesnât give a damn if he gets sick.
When you wake up heâll start making out with you, smearing his cheek against the drool you left on the pillow.
He tells you he can practically smell your sweet, wet cunt. Then when he gets you undressed, he just buries his head between your legs and breathes deep.
Every time you go hiking he wants a pussyjob from you. He wants to leave a sticky mess for you to feel in your panties on the way back down. The leggings you wear just drive him crazy like that.
He likes for you to get each other off while youâre still clothed and then swap underwear.
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Simon doesn't think he's ever tasted something so good in his fuckin' life before.
He didn't know what he was in for this time when he got back from deployment, and nicotine and whiskey ain't got shit on this. Poor bastard can't remember the last time he had something so good invade his senses like this.
You said you had a treat for him, made him lay down, and promptly sat on his face, and Simon was fuckin' gone. Don't know what the fuck possessed him but he took one whiff and was instantly hooked.
Simon feasted on your cunt like a man starved. Tongue, lips, fingers, you name it. Anything to get his fix, anything to make you moan.
Anything to make you cum.
Didn't let up for shit, not even to breathe, and when you voiced your concern while whimpering and trembling, Simon didn't give a fuck and still continued to love on your pretty cunt because where the bloody fuck are you going?
Shut up. Shut the hell up and let him make you cum, sweetheart.
Actions have consequences. Shouldn't have made him feel so bloody good, shouldn't have poked at the beast, and he'd be damned if he didn't think this was the best post-deployment gift he's ever gotten. Better than the nicotine high or occasional pity wank.
Fuck, it's been so long and he's absolutely disgusting about it.
And Simon's aware of it all, the way his cock is so hard it's bloody painful and leaking in his pants, the way you're grinding on his face, smothering it and fucking his mouth (don't you dare stop, either), and how his everything is consumed by you. You coat his stubble, fill his nostrils up with your scent, his tastebuds are fired upâbloody hell, need he explain more?
Simon could die a happy man right now, and what would his gravestone say? Here Lies Simon Riley, Died Eating Cunt.
He'd chuckle if he wasn't too busy at the moment. Shit, he probably did if the way you're moaning is any indication. That felt good, didn't it, sweetheart?
It's your turn now to say his name like a prayer and believe in him just as he believes in you.
And it's the best fucking thing to ever bless his ears.
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Turning Simon Out: Part I and Part II.
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Pick Us!
In which you have to choose a club and it looks like everyone wants a piece of you.
You were minding your own business, dodging Grim's increasingly creative ways to get you to buy premium tuna, when Crowley swept in with his usual dramatic flair.
âAh, my dear pupil!â he exclaimed, arms wide like a bad community theater actor. âTo better immerse yourself in school life, you must join a club. Itâs mandatory!â
Before you could protest or ask any clarifying questions, he disappeared in a swirl of his cape, leaving you standing there with nothing but Grimâs unsympathetic shrug.
Naturally, this information traveled faster than you could process it, because the next thing you knew, Ace was practically dragging you by the arm across campus.
The Basketball Club
âAlright, listen,â Ace began, spinning a basketball on one finger and grinning like he just invented the sport. âYouâre obviously joining the basketball club. Itâs the best. Iâm here, Floydâs here, and even Jamilâs here, so really, itâs a no-brainer.â
âIs that supposed to sell it?â you asked, crossing your arms.
âUh, yeah!â he said, tossing the ball toward you. It immediately bounced off your hands and hit the floor. Ace, undeterred, caught it mid-bounce and gave you a wink. âDonât worry, Iâll teach you. Iâm, like, super good at this. Just ask him!â
From across the gym, some poor guyâbless his heartâtried to nod in support, but you caught the nervous look he shot Ace instead.
âOkay, sure,â you said, âbut isnât this just an excuse for you to show off?â
âMaybe,â Ace said with zero shame, dribbling the ball dramatically before attempting a layup. The ball bounced off the rim and into Floydâs waiting hands.
âShrimpy!â Floyd called, tossing the ball behind his head without looking (and still somehow making the shot). âJoin the club. Itâll be fuuuuun.â
You hesitated, because with Floyd, âfunâ could mean literally anything. âDefine fun,â you said cautiously.
âSimple! You, me, and Ace crushing people in games!â Floyd grinned, leaning closer to you. âAnd if anyone tries to mess with you, Iâll squish âem.â
Ace groaned. âFloyd, you canât just threaten people into joining.â
âWhy not?â Floyd asked, genuinely puzzled.
âBecause itâs weird!â
âNo, itâs effective,â Floyd countered, shooting you another toothy grin. âCâmon, Shrimpy, youâre already here. Iâll even let you call the plays. Or, you know, not. Whatever.â
â...Youâre just bored, arenât you?â
âObviously,â Floyd admitted, leaning lazily against the wall. âBut hey, if you join, I wonât let Ace hog the ball. Win-win, right?â
And then there was Jamil, who had been sitting silently on the sidelines, observing the chaos with his usual exasperated expression.
âAre they done?â he asked, finally standing and walking over to you.
âI donât think so,â you replied, watching as Floyd tried to steal the ball from Ace mid-dribble.
Jamil sighed. âTypical.â He glanced at you, his tone cool and measured. âIgnore them. Theyâre just trying to drag you into their antics.â
âAntics?â Floyd repeated, offended.
âYeah, Jamil,â Ace added, narrowing his eyes. âWhatâre you implying?â
âIâm implying youâre both terrible at convincing people,â Jamil said smoothly. He turned back to you. âIf youâre interested in joining the club, youâll actually get something out of it. Physical exercise, teamwork, strategy. And if you stick around, Iâll make sure youâre not stuck with them during practice.â
âHey!â Ace protested.
Floyd just laughed. âJamilâs still salty about the last scrimmage.â
âHardly,â Jamil said, arching an eyebrow. âIâm just pointing out that if you want to learn how to actually play, youâd be better off with me.â
You blinked. âAre you⊠offering to train me?â
He shrugged, but there was a faint smirk on his face. âIf it means saving you from their nonsense, yes.â
All you can do is sigh and say "I'll think about it"
Track and Field Club
You barely made it out of the basketball clubâs gym alive when Deuce grabbed your wrist like his life depended on it. His expression was that unique combination of earnest and panickedâclassic Deuce.
âWait, donât decide yet!â he said, already dragging you down the corridor. âYou havenât even seen the track and field club! You might like it better!â
âDeuce,â you began, trying to keep up without tripping. âI havenât evenââ
âJust come on!â
Before you knew it, you were standing on the edge of the outdoor track, blinking in the sunlight as Deuce shoved you forward like he was presenting a prize to a panel of judges. Jack, in the middle of sprint drills, stopped mid-stride to look over at you. His tail flicked once, and he jogged over with that intimidating mix of focus and curiosity he always had.
âYouâre trying to recruit them?â Jack asked, crossing his arms.
Deuce nodded, puffing out his chest like he was making the ultimate sales pitch. âYeah! Track and fieldâs way better than basketball. No offense to those guys.â
âI take offense,â you muttered, but neither of them heard.
âPlus,â Deuce continued, âweâve got variety. Running, jumping, throwingâyou can do anything. Itâs not just bouncing a ball around, you know?â
Jack nodded in agreement. âItâs good for discipline. Builds strength, endurance, and focus. If you want to improve yourself, this is the place to do it.â
âUh-huh,â you said, glancing at the track. âAnd what if I⊠donât exactly have focus?â
âThatâs fine!â Deuce said, grinning brightly. âWeâll help you! Right, Jack?â
Jack nodded. âOf course. Weâll start with basic drills.â He gave you a once-over, sizing you up. âHowâs your stamina?â
âDefine⊠stamina,â you said cautiously, because you had a feeling your answer wasnât going to impress him.
Jackâs ears twitched, and he leaned slightly closer. âHow far can you run without stopping?â
âUh,â you began, nervously shifting your weight. âTo the fridge?â
Jack blinked. â...Youâre joking, right?â
Deuce coughed loudly, clapping a hand on Jackâs shoulder. âDonât worry about that! Everyone starts somewhere, right? Besides, theyâre here because they want to try something new.â
You stared at Deuce. âI donât remember saying that.â
âExactly!â he continued, ignoring you entirely. âThink of how awesome itâd be to have us training you! Weâll get you in the best shape of your life. Right, Jack?â
Jack, who was still mildly horrified by your fridge comment, hesitated. â...Sure.â
Deuce, now fully in salesman mode, gestured to the track like it was some sort of holy land. âAnd you donât have to worry about teamwork stuff! You can focus on your personal goals andââ
âUnless youâre in a relay,â Jack interjected.
âRight, but relays are cool!â Deuce added quickly. âLike⊠team spirit, you know?â
You glanced between the two of them, taking in Jackâs intensity and Deuceâs enthusiasm. They were both staring at you with a mix of hope and determination, and honestly, it was kind of endearing.
âOkay,â you said slowly. âIf I join, do I get to skip the first practice?â
âNo,â Jack said immediately.
Deuce grinned sheepishly. âBut weâll go easy on you!â
âJack doesnât look like he believes that.â
Jack tilted his head, his tail swishing once. âYouâll thank me later.â
âIâm not sure Iâll survive later,â you muttered.
Deuce ignored that, clapping his hands together. âGreat! I knew youâd love it here! Câmon, letâs give them a quick demo, Jack!â
Before you could protest, the two of them took off around the track, moving at speeds that made you feel dizzy just watching. Deuce kept glancing back to grin at you, while Jack stayed focused, every stride perfect.
You stood there, bewildered and vaguely impressed, wondering if joining any club was a good idea at all. Still, as Deuce stumbled back toward you, sweaty but grinning like a puppy who just fetched a stick, you couldnât help but laugh.
âThink about it, okay?â he said, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. âWeâd love to have you here.â
Jack jogged up beside him, barely winded. âYouâll fit in if you put in the effort.â
âYeah,â Deuce agreed, nodding earnestly. âSo⊠what do you think?â
You hesitated, glancing at the track, then at them. ââŠIâll get back to you.â
Deuce grinned like that was a victory, and Jack just nodded approvingly. As they walked back to their drills, you realized you had yet another club to considerâand these two werenât going to make it any easier.
Board Game Club
Before you could make your escapeâor even fully process the events of the dayâyour wrist was suddenly seized by Ortho, who zoomed in out of nowhere like a missile with a purpose.
âThere you are!â Ortho exclaimed with unsettling cheer. His grip was surprisingly firm for someone who probably didnât even need to touch you to move you. âBig Brotherâs been waiting! Come on!â
âWaitâwhat? Ortho, where are weââ
âNo time for questions!â And just like that, he lifted you into the air like you were a deranged package and he was some kind of express courier. You barely had time to flail before he rocketed off, delivering you with precision to the board game club's headquarters.
You landed with an unceremonious thud, right in front of Idia, who nearly fell out of his chair.
âOrtho!â Idia hissed, his flaming hair flaring. âYou canât just abduct people like that!â
âBut you said you wanted them to join!â Ortho chirped. âMission accomplished!â
Azul, seated calmly at the head of the table, adjusted his glasses and smirked. âWell, well. A delivery serviceâhow efficient. Welcome to the board game club.â
You were still processing the fact that youâd been airmailed when Idia slouched lower in his seat, muttering, âUgh, so embarrassing. Ortho, seriouslyâŠâ
âUh,â you began, brushing yourself off. âHi?â
Azul gestured grandly to the table in front of him, where an array of meticulously organized board games was displayed like they were ancient treasures. âHere, we focus on strategy, intellect, and the fine art of outwitting your opponent. Unlike other clubs,â he said with a pointed glance at the door, âthis one doesnât require you to break a sweat.â
âThatâs actually kind of appealing,â you admitted, still wary.
Idia perked up slightly, his hair flickering a little brighter. âSee? I told you itâs cool. I mean, if you like, uh, not running around like some NPC.â
Ortho leaned over, nodding enthusiastically. âAnd Big Brotherâs really good at this stuff! Heâs undefeated in our club tournaments!â
âThatâs because youâre the only other member whoâs not a liability!â Idia blurted, before realizing what heâd just said. âUhâI meanâyouâd totally, like, be an asset. Probably.â
Azul cleared his throat, clearly annoyed at being excluded from the compliment. âAllow me to demonstrate. Why donât we have a quick match? You against Idia.â
âWhat?â Idia sat up straight, his hair sparking nervously. âNo way! Thatâs not fairâI canât justââ
Azul gave him a smile sharp enough to cut glass. âDonât tell me youâre afraid of losing, Idia.â
Idiaâs face turned pink. âFine,â he grumbled, setting up the board. âBut donât blame me if I crush them.â
You sat down reluctantly, realizing too late that this was probably a trap. Idiaâs fingers moved at lightning speed as he set up his pieces, muttering calculations under his breath. Ortho leaned over your shoulder, giving you completely useless advice like, âJust believe in yourself!â
To your surprise, you managed to hold your own for the first few turns. Idia glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were reevaluating your existence.
âHuh,â he murmured. âNot bad. For a newbie.â
âIs that a compliment?â you asked, moving your piece cautiously.
âDonât let it go to your head,â he said quickly, his face turning red again.
Azul chuckled from his spot at the table. âSee? A game of wits and strategy. Isnât this far superior to running laps or throwing balls into hoops?â
âHey!â you said, pointing your game piece at him. âDonât diss the other clubs. Theyâre passionate too!â
Azul raised an eyebrow. âPassion doesnât win battles. Strategy does.â
The game dragged on, and by the end of it, you were completely out of your depth. Idia, on the other hand, looked like heâd just stepped out of an anime boss fight, his hair flaring dramatically as he made his final move.
âCheckmate,â he said, grinning slightly.
âWrong game, Big Brother,â Ortho corrected.
âWhatever!â Idia snapped, but he didnât look too upset. âItâs over, okay?â
Azul leaned forward, smirking again. âSo, what do you think? Ready to join?â
You leaned back in your chair, your brain fried from trying to keep up. âI⊠I need to think about it.â
Ortho beamed. âThat means theyâre considering it! Success!â
Idia muttered something under his breath about âtoo much pressureâ and âwhy is this so stressful,â but you caught a tiny flicker of a smile as he fiddled with one of the game pieces.
Azul, ever the businessman, handed you a brochure as you left. âTake your time. But rememberâintellect always wins.â
You left the board game club feeling like youâd just survived a high-stakes negotiation. And as Ortho cheerfully waved goodbye, you couldnât help but wonder if all the clubs were this intense.
Film Studies Club
You were rounding a corner, still recovering from your latest club recruitment ambush, when a perfectly manicured hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.
Before you could even yelp, you found yourself being gracefully pulled into the Film Studies Clubroom by none other than Vil Schoenheit. His strides were purposeful, his posture impeccable, and his expressionâŠwell, letâs just say it was the definition of Iâm doing you a favor, peasant.
âVil?â you sputtered, barely managing to keep up. âWhat are youââ
âI need to vet you,â Vil said simply, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. âThe Film Studies Club could use some fresh blood, and you look⊠adequate.â
âAdequate?â you echoed, mildly offended but too intrigued to argue further.
He led you to the center of the room, gesturing for you to stand under a perfectly angled spotlight. âDonât misunderstand,â Vil continued, crossing his arms and regarding you with a critical eye. âIâm merely evaluating your potential. Our club requires both talent and diligenceâqualities that, if Iâm being honest, are rare in this school.â
âUh, thanks?â
Vil ignored you, pulling out a script and flipping through it like he was deciding your fate. âIf you canât pass the audition, you can still join as a backstage hand,â he said airily. âWeâre short on those too.â
âWow, what an inspiring pitch,â you muttered, but Vilâs sharp gaze silenced you immediately.
âRead this,â he instructed, handing you the script and gesturing for you to begin.
You hesitated, glancing at the lines. âYouâre serious? Right now?â
âDo I look like someone who jokes about art?â Vil asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow.
Point taken.
Clearing your throat, you started reading, trying to put some effort into it. Vil watched you intently, his expression inscrutable. He occasionally tilted his head, as if mentally dissecting every word you spoke, every movement you made.
When you finished, you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his verdict.
Vil tapped his chin, his eyes narrowing. âYouâre not hopeless,â he said finally, in a tone that made it sound like a compliment. âRough around the edges, yes, but Iâve seen worse.â
âGee, thanks,â you said dryly.
âDonât be smug. Youâll need work,â Vil continued, ignoring your tone. âBut I suppose you have potential.â
âAnd if I didnât?â
Vil gave a delicate shrug, his expression cool. âThen youâd still be useful behind the scenes. But consider this your opportunity to elevate yourself. Being part of my club means striving for excellenceâno exceptions.â
You couldnât help but smirk. âIs this really about me, or are you just desperate for members?â
Vilâs eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of amusement there. âDesperation has nothing to do with it. Iâm simply ensuring that my club remains unparalleled. If you happen to benefit from my guidance, so be it.â
âWell, when you put it that way, how can I refuse? I'll think about it.â
Vilâs lips curved into the faintest of smiles. âSmart choice. Now, donât make me regret it.â
With that, he turned on his heel, leaving you standing there wondering what exactly youâd just signed up forâand if Vilâs idea of âelevating yourselfâ involved a complete personality overhaul.
Science Club
You barely had time to process Vil's dramatic exit when a familiar voice whispered theatrically, âAh, my muse! Fate conspires to bring us together!â
Before you could react, Rook Hunt appearedâswooped, reallyâout of nowhere and expertly whisked you away from the Film Studies Clubroom. It was less like being led and more like being caught mid-flight by an overly enthusiastic bird of prey.
âRook?!â you yelped as he practically danced you down the hallway. âWhat is happening?â
âMon ami,â he declared, his eyes glittering with fervor, âyou must see the science club! A world of wonder awaits you!â
âWaitâscience?â you echoed, incredulous. âYouâre in the science club?â
âAh, oui! Science is but another stage upon which the beauty of nature and humanity performs its eternal dance! The experiments! The cultivation of life! The creation of culinary masterpieces! All expressions of art, no?â
You werenât sure if he was describing scientific principles or poetry, but before you could argue, Rook had dragged you into the science clubroom.
The room was a chaotic mix of activities. One corner housed a vibrant garden under grow lights, another had chemistry equipment bubbling away ominously, and a third corner smelled suspiciously like freshly baked bread. Trey Clover stood near a counter, pulling cookies out of an oven as if this were the most normal thing to happen in a science lab.
âAh, there you are,â Trey greeted, smiling warmly. âRook said heâd bring someone by. Iâm guessing youâre deciding on a club?â
You glanced between Rook, who was already gesturing dramatically at a rack of test tubes, and Trey, who held up a tray of cookies like a peace offering. âI⊠guess I am?â
âBien sĂ»r!â Rook exclaimed, sweeping an arm toward the greenery in the corner. âBehold! We grow life itself here! Tomatoes, basil, flowersâanything your heart desires!â
Trey added, âWe also bake and cook as part of our activities. Itâs a great way to learn about chemistry and make something useful at the same time.â
âAnd explosions!â Rook chimed in enthusiastically. âOccasionally, there are explosions.â
Trey shot him a look. âNot⊠intentionally.â
Rook turned back to you, his expression radiant. âThink of the possibilities, mon ami! With science, you can cultivate beauty, create masterpieces, and perhaps even unlock secrets of the universe! And, of course, I am here to guide youâto nurture the artistic soul that dwells within!â
âAlso,â Trey added, far more pragmatically, âweâre not picky about what activities you want to try. Itâs a flexible club, so you could do a little bit of everything.â
You considered this as Trey handed you a cookie. It was warm and delicious, which admittedly swayed your opinion a little.
âHmm,â you said thoughtfully, âso I could garden, bake, and blow things up all in one club?â
âExactly!â Trey said with a smile.
Rook leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. âAnd think, mon cherâif you hone your talents here, you could support Vil in creating the cinematic beauty he so envisions! Science and art, united in harmony!â
You blinked. âWait, are you trying to recruit me for this club and help Vil at the same time?â
Rook grinned. âNature does not limit itself to one purpose, mon ami, and neither do I.â
Trey sighed but didnât deny it.
âWell, this is definitely⊠something,â you said, nibbling on the cookie. âIâll think about it.â
âAh, a maybe!â Rook clasped his hands together like youâd just promised him your soul. âA victory in itself!â
Before you could say anything else, Rook twirled you toward the door, clearly ready to drag you to your next destinationâor possibly just keep talking about âthe poetry of chlorophyllâ until you gave in.
Pop Music Club
Just as you were beginning to suspect Rook was about to wax poetic about âthe lyrical mysteries of yeast fermentation,â a sudden voice interrupted.
âOh-ho, whatâs this?â
Before you could even react, Lilia Vanrouge materialized out of thin air, practically glowing with chaotic energy. âAh, my dear friend! Youâre far too bright a star to waste away on science experiments! Come with meâpop stardom awaits!â
You blinked. âWait, what?â
And just like that, you were swept up in Liliaâs whirlwind. He dragged you down the hallway with a skip in his step and a mischievous laugh, leaving Rook and Trey in his dust.
âLilia, I can walk, you know!â you said, stumbling to keep up.
âBut whereâs the drama in that?â Lilia replied, cackling as he pushed open the doors to the Pop Music Clubroom.
Inside, the room was a cacophony of sound and color. Disco lights spun, a half-finished banner reading âNext Big Thing!â hung lopsidedly on the wall, and Kalim was gleefully banging away on a drum like it owed him money. Cater sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through his phone and periodically snapping selfies with sparkly filters.
âOh, hey!â Kalim greeted you, waving so enthusiastically he almost hit himself with the drum stick. âYouâre here to join us, right? This club is the best! We have music, dancing, and itâs all just super fun!â
Cater glanced up from his phone, his grin wide and just a little too calculated. âYouâd fit right in! Think of all the magicam-worthy moments we could create together. Plus, the followers youâd get? Off the charts.â
âFollowers?â you echoed, glancing at Lilia.
âAh, but of course!â Lilia said, flinging his arms wide as if presenting you to an adoring crowd. âThe Pop Music Club isnât just about musicâitâs about presence! Charisma! The ability to captivate a room with a single note or a dazzling smile!â
âItâs also about having a good time!â Kalim added, spinning in a circle for no reason other than sheer joy.
Cater nodded, holding up his phone. âAnd donât forgetâevery moment is a potential viral video. You, me, Lilia, and Kalim as the dream team? Weâd own the algorithm.â
You hesitated. âUh, I donât even play an instrument.â
âNeither does he!â Lilia said brightly, pointing at some unfortunate bystander.
âHey!â he protested. âI play the Kalimba!â He promptly tried to play a note, missed the rhythm entirely, and Lilia laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.
âSee?â Lilia said, unfazed. âTalent is optional here. All we need is your spirit!â
Cater stood, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. âWe also dabble in choreography, so if youâve got two left feet, donât worryâweâll teach you how to make them look intentional.â
âCome on, join us!â Kalim said, grabbing your hands and bouncing up and down like an overexcited puppy. âWe could totally use your energy!â
âWhat energy?â you asked, deadpan. âIâve been dragged between clubs all dayâI barely have any left.â
âExactly!â Lilia said with a wink. âWeâll channel whatâs left into a glorious crescendo of pop music excellence!â
You werenât sure whether to laugh, cry, or just surrender entirely to the chaos. Liliaâs grin was practically infectious, Kalimâs enthusiasm radiated like the sun, and Cater was already adjusting the angle of his phone to catch you in the best light.
âWell,â you muttered, âat least it sounds⊠lively.â
âLively is an understatement,â Cater said, snapping a selfie with you and Lilia in the background. âHashtag PopStarsInTheMaking! Youâre gonna love it here.â
âLet me guess,â you said dryly. âYouâre already planning to upload that, arenât you?â
âOh, absolutely,â Cater said with a wink.
Lilia clapped his hands, his eyes sparkling with excitement. âSo, what do you say? Ready to unleash your inner star?â
âI⊠will think about it,â you replied, edging toward the door.
âThink fast!â Kalim called after you. âThe bass is calling your name!â
You bolted before anyone could shove an instrument into your hands.
Equestrian Club
As you hurried down the hallway, still reeling from the pop music chaos you'd just escaped, you nearly collided with a flash of red.
"Ah, there you are!"
You blinked up at none other than Riddle Rosehearts, who looked as though he'd been scouring the entire school for you. His eyes narrowed, and his voice carried a tone of stern authority mixed with subtle relief.
"I've been looking for you," Riddle said, crossing his arms. "Ace and Deuce mentioned that youâre considering which club to join. As housewarden, itâs my responsibility to ensure you make a proper choice."
You blinked, still processing. "Oh, uh⊠thanks?"
"Enough dilly-dallying," Riddle said briskly, taking your wrist with surprising firmness. "You're coming with me to the Equestrian Club."
"Wait, whatâ"
Before you could finish, Riddle had already begun marching you toward the stables. You were half-dragged, half-guided, catching snippets of his lecture along the way about the merits of horseback riding, discipline, and poise.
When you arrived, the warm scent of hay filled the air, and the sound of soft nickering greeted you. The stables were pristine, the horses sleek and well-groomed. Standing nearby were Silver and Sebek, both tending to the horses.
"Riddle, you found them" Silver greeted you with his usual calm demeanor. He gave you a faint smile as he gently brushed a dappled gray mare. "Perfect timingâwe were just about to go for a ride."
Sebek, on the other hand, straightened like a soldier at attention, his voice booming. "THEY WILL JOIN US, OF COURSE! IT IS ONLY FITTING FOR AN INDIVIDUAL OF WORTH TO EMBRACE SUCH A NOBLE ART!"
"Sebek, indoor voice," Riddle said sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I AM OUTDOORS!" Sebek retorted, though he did lower his volume slightly.
You glanced nervously at the horses. "Uh, I donât know if Iâm⊠horse material."
"Nonsense," Riddle said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Riding teaches discipline, focus, and responsibility. Itâs the perfect club for fostering growthâand for avoiding unnecessary distractions like some less dignified clubs."
"Pop Music Club?" you guessed.
Riddle sniffed, his expression sour. "Among others."
Silver walked over, still holding the brush, and gave you a reassuring nod. "Donât worry. The horses are gentle, and we can teach you everything. Itâs a peaceful activity once you get used to it."
"Peaceful!" Sebek exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. "It is a pursuit befitting the greatest warriors! EVEN LORD MALLEUSâ"
"Sebek," Riddle interrupted, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Focus on the matter at hand."
"Apologies!" Sebek barked, saluting.
Riddle turned back to you, his expression softening just a fraction. "The Equestrian Club isnât just about riding horses. Itâs about elegance, partnership, and understanding. You could benefit greatly from it."
"And the horses are great listeners," Silver added.
"Unlike some humans," Sebek muttered under his breath.
You bit back a laugh as Riddle gave Sebek another glare.
"What do you say?" Riddle asked, stepping aside to let you see one of the horsesâa chestnut with a kind, inquisitive gaze. "This is Vorpal. Perhaps a ride would convince you?"
The horse whinnied softly, and for a moment, you considered it. There was something appealing about the tranquility of the stables, the camaraderie of the club members, and the undeniable charm of working with such majestic creatures.
But then you remembered the drum chaos, the science experiments, and Vilâs dramatic vetting process.
"Let me, uh⊠think about it?" you said, taking a step back.
Riddle sighed, though he looked more exasperated than disappointed. "Very well. But donât wait too longâindecision is unbecoming."
"Yeah," you mumbled. "Got it."
As you made your escape, you could hear Sebek booming, "RIDING A HORSE WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!"
You werenât sure about that, but you were certain that escaping club recruitment was starting to feel like an Olympic sport.
Magift Club
As you staggered away from the stables, thoroughly frazzled by Sebekâs enthusiastic yelling and Riddleâs intense lecture on discipline, you barely had time to catch your breath beforeâ
âYo, gotcha!â
A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders from behind, and you let out a very undignified yelp. You turned to find Ruggie grinning up at you like a mischievous hyena that had just found its next meal.
âRuggie! Whatâ?â
âNo time for questions, boss,â he said, practically dragging you down the path. âLeonaâs orders. He told me to bring ya to the Magift Club.â
âThe Magift Club?â you repeated, already sensing disaster.
Ruggie nodded, smirking. âYup. Letâs go, letâs go!â
âButâwaitâI donât even have magic!â you protested as he hauled you toward the field.
âDetails, details,â Ruggie waved off, his grip on your arm firm.
Soon enough, you were dumped unceremoniously on the sidelines of the Magift field. Leona was lounging on the grass under the shade of a tree, looking entirely too comfortable for someone allegedly trying to recruit you. Epel was nearby, aggressively practicing his throws while muttering something that sounded suspiciously like âIâll show âem.â
Leona cracked one eye open lazily as Ruggie dropped you off. ââBout time,â he drawled.
âLeona,â you said flatly, âwhy would you want me in the Magift Club? I don't even have magic.â
He yawned, looking entirely unbothered. âYeah, I know that. Youâre still better than the other herbivores running around. You can be the manager.â
âManager?â
âYup,â Ruggie chimed in, plopping down next to Leona. âYouâd handle all the boring stuffâpaperwork, schedules, snacks, makinâ sure Epel doesnât throw a fit when he gets tackled.â
âI donât throw fits!â Epel yelled, narrowly missing a hoop with his throw.
Leona smirked. âSure you donât.â
You crossed your arms, unconvinced. âWhy me, though? Youâre telling me Iâm the best candidate for this?â
Leona sat up slightly, his sharp eyes locking on yours. âIâm sayinâ youâre the least annoying option. I donât need some herbivore manager whoâs gonna cry every time I take a nap instead of practicing. Youâre not useless, so quit whining.â
Ruggie leaned in conspiratorially. âBasically, youâre the only one Leona doesnât feel like chasing off the field after two days.â
You raised an eyebrow. âSounds like a ringing endorsement.â
Leona shrugged. âTake it or leave it. Makes no difference to me.â
At that moment, Epel ran up, panting slightly from his practice. âCâmon, you should join us!â he urged. âYou donât need magic to be part of the team. And if you ever wanna learn some tricks, I can teach ya!â
Leona gave him a lazy side-eye. âDonât scare them off.â
âIâm not scarinâ âem! Iâm convincinâ âem!â Epel shot back, glaring at Leona before turning back to you. âSeriously, we could use someone like you. The clubâs fun, I promise!â
Ruggie snickered. âFunâs a stretch. Itâs more like⊠survival of the fittest with a ball involved.â
âAnd napping,â Leona added with a smirk.
Epel crossed his arms. âWell, maybe if someone practiced instead of nappinâ, weâd win more games!â
Leona waved him off with a scoff.
You sighed, rubbing your temples. âI donât know, guys. This sounds like a lot of chaos.â
âChaos is half the fun,â Ruggie said with a grin. âCâmon, boss, think of all the free food we get during games. And youâd get to boss Leona around as the manager. Ainât that worth it?â
Leona snorted. âGood luck with that.â
You glanced at the trioâEpel brimming with determination, Ruggie radiating mischief, and Leona looking like he didnât care but also somehow cared just enough to try. It was⊠weirdly tempting, in its own way.
âIâll⊠think about it,â you said finally.
âFair enough,â Leona said, already reclining again. âDonât take too long, though. Weâve got a game next week, and Iâm not filling out paperwork.â
Ruggie winked. âDonât worry, youâll come around. Everyone does.â
As you left the field, you couldnât shake the feeling that youâd just been almost recruited into something much more taxing than a simple club.
Mountain Lovers Club
Before you could escape the Magift field and all its potential paperwork, you took a sharp turnâonly to smack right into what felt like a wall of polite menace. A soft, knowing chuckle sounded above you.
âOh dear, do be careful,â came Jade Leechâs unmistakably smooth voice.
You took a step back, already dreading the conversation. âJade,â you said warily, âwhat are you doing here?â
His sharp smile grew ever so slightly. âWaiting for you, of course. Word travels fast, and Iâve heard youâre in the market for a club.â
âOh no,â you muttered. âYouâre not here toââ
Before you could finish, he was already guiding you away, his hand light on your arm but unyielding, like a vice hidden under a silk glove.
âCome now,â he said, his tone as polite as ever, âI simply must show you the Mountain Lovers Club.â
âThe what now?â you asked, bewildered.
âThe Mountain Lovers Club,â he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
âAnd⊠who else is in this club?â
âWhy, just me.â
You stopped in your tracks. âItâs just you?â
âYes.â Jade smiled serenely, as if this were not a glaring red flag. âI am the founder, leader, and sole member. But with your arrival, that could very well change.â
You blinked at him, unsure if youâd misheard. âWait, so youâve been running a one-person club this whole time?â
âIndeed.â His expression didnât falter in the slightest. âThe Mountain Lovers Club is dedicated to the appreciation of all things mountainous. Hiking through beautiful terrain, foraging for wild plants, observing unique ecosystems, andâon occasionâbefriending the local fauna.â
âBefriending?â
âExamining, petting, observing closelyâŠâ His eyes gleamed. âPerhaps all three.â
You shook your head, trying to process. âSo⊠why me?â
Jade clasped his hands together, the picture of poised enthusiasm. âYou strike me as someone who appreciates unique experiences. The Mountain Lovers Club offers a chance to explore the great outdoors, expand your horizons, and develop a deeper appreciation for natureâs wonders.â
âAnd by âgreat outdoors,â you mean mountains?â
âPrecisely.â
âAnd itâs just you?â
âFor now,â he said, his tone warm but his gaze uncomfortably intense. âBut every great journey begins with a single step. Yours could be joining this club.â
You gave a nervous laugh. âUh⊠I donât think hiking through mountains is really my thing.â
âAh, but how do you know unless you try?â Jadeâs smile widened. âBesides, Iâll be there to guide you every step of the way. No need to worry about getting lost⊠or encountering anything unexpected.â
The way he said âunexpectedâ made you want to run for the hills (ironic, given the circumstances).
âLook, I appreciate the offer, butââ
âI insist,â he cut in smoothly, his tone polite but with a note of finality. âAt least allow me to show you the clubâs activities. Perhaps a short hike this weekend? Iâve already prepared a route.â
You stared at him. âYouâve alreadyâŠ?â
âOf course.â His gaze was calm, calculating. âPreparation is key. Iâve even packed a lunch.â
You didnât know whether to laugh or cry. âJade, Iââ
He tilted his head, his smile remaining perfectly composed. âSurely you wouldnât refuse without at least giving it a chance? Iâve put so much thought into this.â
âWhy do I feel like I donât have a choice?â you muttered.
Jadeâs smile was razor-sharp and utterly unrepentant. âBecause you donât.â
You sighed in defeat. âFine. One hike.â
âExcellent,â he said, his tone soft and victorious. âIâll see you this Saturday at dawn.â
âDawn?!â
âOh yes,â he said, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. âThe mountains are at their most beautiful in the early morning light. Youâll love it.â
As he sauntered away, leaving you to process your fate, you couldnât shake the feeling that youâd just agreed to something far more treacherous than a simple hike.
Gargoyle Research Society
The moment you finally reached Ramshackle Dorm, exhausted from the whirlwind of club-hopping and increasingly bizarre sales pitches, you let out a long sigh of relief. The day had been nothing short of chaotic, and all you wanted was to collapse onto your creaky old bed and forget the words âclub activitiesâ ever existed.
But just as your hand touched the doorknob, a familiar voice, deep and regal, called out from the shadows.
âChild of man.â
You jumped slightly, spinning around to see none other than Malleus Draconia emerging from beneath the pale light of the moon, his presence as imposing and enigmatic as always. He stood by one of Ramshackleâs crumbling stone walls, his expression calm but his eyes bright with an unreadable intensity.
âOh, Malleus,â you said, your voice tinged with weariness but also a touch of warmth. âDidnât see you there.â
He tilted his head ever so slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. âI was merely admiring the architecture of your dorm. It has a certain⊠wistful charm.â
You smiled faintly. âI guess thatâs one way to put it.â
Then, with the sort of graceful confidence only Malleus could manage, he stepped closer, his presence looming but never threatening. âI have heard,â he began, his tone soft and deliberate, âthat you have been seeking a club to join.â
You blinked at him, caught off guard. âHow did youââ
âThe winds carry whispers,â he said cryptically.
âRight,â you muttered, deciding not to question it.
Malleus folded his hands neatly in front of him, looking every bit the picture of regal sincerity. âIf you have not yet made your decision⊠I would like to invite you to join my club.â
Your brain, still reeling from Jadeâs mountain escapades and Leonaâs managerial demands, stalled for a moment. âYour⊠club?â
âYes,â he said, his voice brimming with quiet pride. âThe Gargoyle Research Society.â
âThe⊠what now?â
âThe Gargoyle Research Society,â he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. âI am both its founder and sole member.â
Of course, he was.
Malleus seemed oblivious to your stunned silence as he continued, his expression softening into something almost earnest. âThe society is dedicated to the appreciation and study of gargoyles. We explore the campus, observing their intricate designs and marveling at their history. There is so much beauty in their silent watch over us.â
You blinked. âSo⊠you just walk around and look at gargoyles?â
âPrecisely,â he said, his tone unironically enthusiastic.
âAnd⊠thatâs it?â
Malleus nodded solemnly. âIndeed. It is a noble pursuit, one that nurtures both the mind and the spirit.â
For a moment, you were at a loss for words. Of all the clubs youâd encountered today, this might just take the crown for most niche.
Malleus, however, seemed utterly earnest. His eyes bore into yours, his expression sincere and unguarded. âI understand if this does not align with your current interests,â he said, his voice softening. âBut should you ever feel the call of the gargoyles⊠know that you are always welcome.â
There was something so genuine in his tone, so quietly hopeful, that you felt a pang of guilt for even thinking about brushing him off. You sighed, offering him a tired but sincere smile. âYou know what? Iâll definitely consider it.â
Malleusâs eyes lit up, his calm demeanor giving way to a flicker of pure joy. âTruly?â
âTruly,â you said, nodding.
âThen I shall look forward to the day you join me,â he said, his voice as soft as a promise.
With that, he gave you a small, graceful bow before disappearing back into the night, leaving you to wonder how youâd managed to end the day not only agreeing to a potential club but also feeling oddly flattered by the idea of studying gargoyles.
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. âWhat a dayâŠâ
Masterlist
might do a part 2 where a club is chosen
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This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and weâll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds
#no đ#Ghostbur has such extreme difficulty holding onto sad/unhappy/upsetting/stressful memories#and that is. a lot of what being a president. would feel like#I think he would get very easily stressed and burnt out#and I do not want that for him#give him a quiet house far away from cities where there are green pastures and sheep and friendly neighbors#<- ok but consider: president Tommy and vice president ghostbur.#Originally in my au I had president ghostbur and vice president Tommy but then what you said made me rethink it#Either way ghostbur is in his actually getting involved and trying to better himself arc at this point in my au so heâs a decent leader#I think ghostbur would think being a leader would be nice but then he sees how hard it is and gets overwhelmed
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words you couldn't hear â satoru gojo
satoru's been hopelessly in love with you for years, but can only confess when you can't hear him. but somedayâmaybe someday soonâhe'll tell you for real.
"How do these look?" you ask, slipping on a pair of noise-canceling headphones and striking a pose. "Be honest."
Satoru, who's been trailing behind you in the electronics store for the past hour without complaining like the best friend he's always been, looks up from the speaker he's been fiddling with. "You look good in anything."
"No, for real." You turn to check your reflection in a nearby screen. "Do they make my head look bigger? I feel like they make my head look bigger."
He snorts, reaching over to adjust the headband. His fingers brush against your temple, and you try not to think about how many times those same hands have absentmindedly played with your hair during movie nights, or how he still unconsciously reaches for you whenever he laughs too hard, just like he did when you were kids.
"That's what you're concerned about? The size of your head?"
"It's a valid concern."
"Your head is perfectly normal-sized," he assures you, his fingers lingering perhaps a moment too long as he fixes the fit. "Though I suppose all that overthinking has to go somewhereâ"
You shoot him a look, but there's no heat behind it. Fifteen years of friendship has made you immune to his teasing â well, mostly immune.
You're not quite immune to the way your pulse quickens when he's standing this close, or how he still smells like that same cologne he's worn since high school, the one you helped him pick out for his first date with someone else while ignoring the weird ache in your chest.
"I really need good ones for studying," you say, checking the price tag. "My roommate talks way too much."
Satoru winces at the price. "Expensive. But they're supposedly the best."
"Worth every penny if they can block out her ramblings." You adjust the fit, immediately noticing how they muffle the noise of the shop. "Oh wow, these are actually incredible. Say something so I can test them properly."
"What should I say?"
You arch an eyebrow at him. "Anything. Just need to check if they work."
His expression shifts then, melting into something tender as his lips move. Even though you can't hear the words, something about the gentle way he's looking at you makes your heart flutter strangely in your chest.
"These are perfect!" you say, pulling them off, trying to ignore the way your pulse has picked up. "I couldn't hear you at all. What did you say?"
Satoru leans against the display counter, chin propped in his hand as he watches you fiddle with the headphone cord, a fond smile playing at his lips. "Nothing really," he murmurs, but there's something soft in his expression, something unguarded that makes your heart skip.
You pause, catching the way he's looking at you â like you're something precious, something more than just his best friend of fifteen years. "Satoru?" you say softly.
He seems to catch himself then, straightening abruptly as a flush creeps up his neck. "Ah, yes. Should we, uh." His voice comes out slightly strangled. "Should we get these paid for? Before they close?"
"The store closes in two hours."
"Better safe than sorry." He's already heading for the checkout, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.
What you don't know â what you couldn't hear through those noise-canceling headphones â were three words he's been trying to say for years. Three words that slipped out so easily when he knew you couldn't hear them, when the safety of silence gave him the courage he's never had before.
"I love you."
Simple. Honest. Everything he's wanted to tell you since he was seventeen and realized his best friend was the love of his life. Everything he's been too afraid to say, too afraid to risk losing you.
But for now, those words remain caught in the space between silence and sound, in the safety of a moment you couldn't hear. Maybe one day he'll find the courage to say them again, when you can actually hear him.
Maybe one day soon.
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infrunami âź jeon jungkook
summary: youâve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. heâs there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts⊠thereâs one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like thereâs nothing between you.
âź genre/au: friends to lovers. y/n[afab, she/her] x best friend jungkook
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warnings: smut. f2l. slice of life. besties jk and y/n. slight jealousy vibes. idiots to lovers. lot of sexual tension. everyone knows they like each other. for the smut [no protection sorry yall]. heavy makeout. slight dry humping. grinding. doggy style. soft dom vibes jk. whiny y/n. jk gets jealous but never admits it. they both talk to other people bc theyâre in denial.
song inspo: infrunamiâsteve lacy, my kind of womanâmac de marco, no. 1 party anthemâarctic monkeys, love betweenâkali uchis
Friendships in your twenties, youâve learned, come in various forms.
There were people youâve known since you were a teen and people youâve only just met. Some who know everything about you and some who only get a piece of you. Youâve got the ones you meet up with on a random Thursday to run an errand because you haven't seen each other in so longâand you have the ones who seem to always be knocking on your door. Having people who wanted to be around you was one of the best things youâve ever experienced.
âYouâre late.â
He raised his shoulders in a shrug as he picked up the helmet that was strapped onto the back of a black motorcycle, âIâm here, arenât I?â
Part of you gave up on acting upset as you let him slip the helmet over your head. You took his backpack off his shoulders and shoved your things inside before putting it on your back.
âThanks for the ride,â You hooked a leg over the seat, straddling the bike as you fixed yourself up behind him. The helmet fit snugly around your head and you held him around the waist comfortably, âIâll buy you a meal.â
âYou promise?â Jungkook asked with a teasing smile as he kicked up the stand and brought the engine to life, âIâm craving steak.â
âJust donât break my pocket,â You patted him softly, checking your phone one last time, âI swear if they donât give me my car back Iâm going to throw a fit.â
âMaybe next time donât park in a restricted area,â He said lastly, driving off with youn. Your friendship with Jungkook was different from the others. He was your best friend.
Not in the way Mirae was or even Taehyung but he was up there. Heâs the one youâd have knocking on your door because heâs bored or bothering you during the middle of the night. Heâs also the one you call because you know heâll answer.
You donât remember exactly how you two met but it was some time during college, an after party maybe? Campus? Not likely. He was infamous for never showing up. Whatever, it was beyond the point. The point is that somewhere along the way you made friends with an overly clingy man who spent too much time at the gym or gaming in his bedroom when he wasnât at work.
No, youâre not dating him nor do you want to. Heâs kind of just⊠your overly good looking friend who would do anything for you.
âI forgot my lunch at home so Iâm starving,â Jungkook pushed past you to get inside the small barbecue place he dragged you to. You couldnât help but roll your eyes and follow. Heâs taken his backpack back to set it on the chair next to his and you sat across from him. It was a familiar place to eat and the menus took up an unnecessary amount of space so he took them both without question.
âWhat if I wanted to try something new?â You asked with a slight scoff, pretending to be annoyed but he saw right through it.
âYou donât, youâre too picky. Youâre just going to get the same thing you always get,â Jungkook said with another shrug before giving you a menu back anyway, âBut fine, browse a little.â
âChill on the attitude,â You joked, looking over the menu with disinterest.
âHow do either of you manage to be here at least once a week?â The server grumbled as he approached the table, âAnd thatâs on a good week.â
âHey, I havenât been here in like, four days?â You said, second guessing yourself and looking at your friend, âHeâd live here everyday if he could.â
âTrue, Jin is one of the best cooks I know,â Jungkook confessed, making your server roll his eyes.
âPlease, Jinâs rarely here since the new place opened up but donât worry, Iâll pretend to believe you,â he snatched the menus away from you both, âAnd like you donât get the âFamily & Friendsâ discount. Whatâll it be? The usual?â
Jungkook turned to you with an amused expression, eyebrows raised as he waited to hear your new order. He even had the nerve to rest his chin in the palm of his hand and the server waited with a bored expression.
You sunk into your seat, âThe usual.â
âDamn, we shouldâve bet on it,â Jungkook grimaced as he took his phone out of his pocket to scroll through his socials, âSo how was the meeting? It took a while didnât it?â
âDonât even get me started on it, I can already tell theyâre going to be a handful. I might pass them onto Mirae,â You told him honestly, âShe can handle them better than I could.â
âItâs because youâre hot headed,â he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He felt your hard stare and he couldnât help but smirk, âYou know you are.â
âSays the guy who almost got into a fight because of Overwatch,â you threw your straw wrapper at him but he caught it and chucked it back at you.
âFirst of all we were in a tournament and I couldâve won some money,â Jungkook said defensively, âAny sane person would react the same way.â
You raised your brows pretending to be convinced and stared off into space. After your meal and you footed the bill like promised, Jungkook drove you to your apartment.
âLet me know if you need a ride to the garage tomorrow,â Jungkook said as he took the helmet back and you retrieved your things from his backpack.
âWhat are your plans tonight?â You asked curiously as he got back on his bike.
âI donât know, a friend of mine asked me to go have drinks with him so Iâll probably do that,â He told you honestly, âWhy? Wanna watch âLove, Death & Robotsâ again?â
âJust curious, be safe and donât drive,â You reminded him.
A grin widened on his face, âWill you pick me up if I drink too muchâoh right, you donât have a car⊠awkward.â
âAsshole,â you hit him playfully, making him sway but he kept himself steady.
âIâll call for an Uber or something, night.â
Thereâs not a specific moment that made you and Jungkook become good friends. You sort of just clicked right away. In the beginning there mightâve been a slight tinge of attraction but it was the kind you felt for a stranger walking past. It wasnât anything either of you wanted to pursue and ended with a good friendship. You learned a lot from each other and somehow managed to co-exist together.
In the beginning nearly all of his friends thought you were into him. They tried to put it into his head that you had a thing for him but it never went anywhere. Jungkook never made a move on you and after a while everyone just accepted it.
This is what friendship looked like. You didnât have to sleep with each other. You were like one of the guys⊠aside from the obvious. Now everyone just takes you as you are, a good friend of his with no sexual feelings involved.
âYou just got off work?â Yoongi asked as Jungkook finally joined him at the bar, âI thought I was going to have to drink enough for the both of us tonight.â
âDonât you wish,â Jungkook chuckled, taking a seat and the drink his friend ordered for him, âBut no, I was having dinner and had to drive Y/n home.â
âOh, how is she? Havenât seen her in a while,â Yoongi asked.
âHer car got Towed at my apartment for parking in someoneâs spot a couple days ago. Sheâs pissed,â Jungkook answered knowingly, âBut sheâll survive. Whatâd you ask me over here for?â
âOh, Iâm talking to this girl whoâll be here soon and sheâs got a friend with her.â
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Two hundred dollars down the drain all because you parked somewhere you werenât supposed to. It puts you in a bad mood for a couple days. You werenât necessarily short on cash but that didnât mean you wanted to waste it to get your car back.
âDonât touch me Iâm sad,â You mumbled into your desk as your coworker hovered a hand over your back ready to comfort you.
âYou didnât get it back?â Jimin asked, opting to sit on the edge of your desk instead.
âI did, thatâs why Iâm sad,â You nearly cried, âIâm never staying at anyoneâs apartment but mine ever again. Itâs too expensive and thereâs never enough parking anywhere.â
âPoor you, I know whatâll cheer you up though,â Jimin said with a scheming smile that had your head raising skeptically, âYou, Mirae and I out for dinner and a couple drinks after work.â
âIâm pretty sure I just said how much money I spent!â You rolled your eyes making him do the same.
âIâll pay, silly,â Jimin said, âYou look like you could use a drink.â
You were a victim of peer pressure, and for pressure you needed very little of it. All it took was both of your friends reminding you how much fun it would be before the FOMO set in and you joined them.
âYouâre so easily persuaded,â Mirae said with a laugh, âMin didnât even have to beg this time.â
âIâm going through a tough time right now,â You said playfully, reaching across the table for another portion of fries, âThanks for taking those clients.â
âYeah yeah, but if I need any favor you better be the first one to grant it,â Mirae pointed a stern finger at you and you nodded eagerly.
âOne Wish coupon with your name written on it, noted,â You tapped your head a couple times before shooting her a Thumbâs Up. Your coworker [turned close friend] rolled her eyes with a smile as she raised her glass, âReady to chug?â
âOh fuck no,â Jimin groaned, staring down his nearly full glass, âAre we drinking-drinking or are we drinking?â
âBaddie Baddie Shot OâClock,â you nudge his arm, âDonât be scared now. You asked for this.â
âWe have work tomorroâfuck it, letâs do it,â Jimin said while you and Mirae began a chant ready to take the drink.
There were a couple⊠a few drinks involved for all of you. It was supposed to be something casual but that never seems to be the case when youâre with your work friends. Theyâre a good time all the time and sometimes a nice break. Aside from Jungkook, they're some of your closest friends. They know you in a different light than he does. With Mirae you can talk to her about anything and with Jimin heâs a good time. He doesnât tease or scold you the way Jungkook does⊠he lets you have fun.
Not to say Jungkook doesnât but itâs different and you donât know how to explain why.
jungkook: hungryyyyyyyyy
jungkook: hungryyyyyyy
jungkook: HUNGRYYYY
you: lower your voice smh
âIs that Jungkook?â Jimin asked, stealing a fry for your plate, âWhatâs he doing? Ask him to meet us.â
âNo, Iâm mad at him,â You said with a huff, thinking about the expensive towing bill. You werenât actually mad at him but more about the price you paid today. Jungkook is the one who told you it was fine to park there and the one night you do, your car gets towed. Itâs never happened before and itâs technically his fault. His stupid landlord is an asshole and therefore youâre never stepping foot at his place again.
you: and actually Iâm mad at you
jungkook: đ€ why
you: 200$ đ
jungkook: :(
you: you better buy me a spot if you want me to come over again
jungkook: hell no
You put your phone face down and looked at your empty glass, wiggling your brows at your two friends, âAnother?â
jungkook: hungrryyyyy
Jimin rolled his eyes even as he let you go to the bar and order more. While you were gone he got on his phone and began to type. Mirae looked over his shoulder, âWho are you calling?â
âJungkook.â
Jungkook knew Jimin well enough to have his number saved. They werenât close but heâs met him around you before and the guyâs cool. When he called Jungkook assumed it had something to do with you and answered.
âHey man, what are you doing?â
âStarving,â Jungkook groaned, staring at his empty fridge, âYou?â
âCome to JJâs, Y/n is here and weâre having a few drinks. Thereâs some food,â Jimin said as he looked up at you.
âJungkookâs on his way,â Jimin told you once the call came to an end but you barely shrugged in response.
When Jungkook arrived you greeted him like normal and he bumped you further into the booth before immediately digging into your plate. He even had the nerve to ask which drink was yours before taking it, âI havenât eaten all day.â
âWhy do I feel like thatâs a lie?â Jimin asked, trying to pass Jungkook the menu so he could order something for himself, âHow are ya, buddy?â
âAlright, busy with work,â Jungkook said with a shrug, âItâs been back to back sessions lately and I think I need a break.â
âHave you been going to the chiropractor?â You asked worriedly. Jungkook sneered, turning to look at you, âI thought you were mad at me.â
Your jaw nearly dropped as you scoffed. Heâs here eating your food and giving you attitude? Itâs obvious heâs joking but itâs annoying. You crossed your arms over your chest and slumped back, âYouâre here eating my food, asshole. Fine I wonât talk to you then.â
âI have been going to the chiro,â Jungkook says to you, âThanks for worrying.â
âI wasnât worrying,â You rolled your eyes looking across the table at Mirae as Jungkook and Jimin talked like they were good friends.
âOkay I know what Iâm using my wish coupon on,â Mirae said suddenly, âYouâre going with me to the movies.â
âYay, what are we watching?â You asked more interested now.
âI donât know. The guys havenât chosen the movie yet,â Mirae said as she got on her phone and went to add you to a groupchat.
âWhat guys?â Jimin asked curiously, making Jungkook turn to look as well.
âMy friendâs boyfriend and his friends,â Mirae explained briefly, âThey've been wanting to go see this horror movie but it always feels awkward when I tag along with her, her man and his friends.â
âSounds like a group date,â Jungkook said to you, watching your excitement slowly turn to dejection and for some reason it made his heart beat faster.
âIt kinda does,â You agreed.
âItâs not like that. Theyâre actually kind of cool but I still want someone to talk to,â Mirae told you, âTheyâre cute.â
âLet me see a picture,â You reached out for her phone.
âAre you seeing anyone?â Jungkook asked Jimin who aggressively shook his head no.
âNot since the last one, I think she broke my heart,â Jimin pretended to sniffle, âYou?â
âNah, kinda? No,â Jungkook shook his head, âWhatever it is, it's nothing serious.â
âItâs never serious,â You corrected, âI donât know how he keeps track of them all.â
âDonât make me out to be a slut,â Jungkook placed his hand over his chest. Easy banter went on for the rest of the night. It was casual and comforting to spend time with those close to you on a random week night. It reminded you of how good things can be and why you liked being with them. Jimin was fun, careless, considerate. Mirae is full of welcomed attitude and charm. Jungkook is comfortable and protective, always around and ready to meet up for anything. They made things feel easy.
When you date a guy you want him to fit in with your friends and that is hard to find.
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Jungkook has always been a laid back guy. Despite whatever struggles heâs had, heâs always taken them with a strong head on his shoulders and people to support him. He comes from a loving family and close friends heâs known for years. Heâs been in relationships and talking stages that changed him and did his military service as early as he could. He had a plan for himself and when he decided to go to college he didnât expect to meet you.
Itâs not like you had a huge impact on him or anything but he didnât expect to meet someone he can get along with so easily. He thought he already had his lifelong friends picked out. How did you manage to force your way into his close circle and introduce to people and things he wouldnât have known otherwise.
Youâre his best friend and donât let any of the guys hear him admit that. They already give him too much shit about you.
âAre you going for Y/n?â His friend asked a few days after he met up with you and your friends for dinner. Heâs been up to his usual routine during the week and has barely gotton to see or talk to you.
Jungkook and his friend just had a two hour gym session that left them both jittery and out of breath as they sat in the locker room packing up their belongings. He pulled his helmet out and carried it next to him as he shook his head no, âIâm not driving her around anymore.â
âShe got her car back? Thatâs good,â Taehyung said. You didnât have it for almost a full week and during that time Jungkook was helping you get to and from work. Since then youâve had your car and havenât had a reason to call him upânot that it mattered or anything.
âWanna get on the game later?â He asked.
âSure, Iâll shower and have dinner then hop on.â
The two split ways and Jungkook got on his bike to rush home. His evenings didnât contain much excitement as they did during his college days but they were alright. Heâd do exercises after work, head home and wash up, make dinner or go out, and hang out. If he was seeing someone it would look slightly different but he doesnât usually let it get that far.
Itâs not that heâs scared of commitment or anything, he just doesnât feel the need to be dating at the moment. Heâs perfectly content with the way he lives and if he were to get serious with anyone it would have to be someone who understands him. Yes, he does the occasional hook up or fling but theyâre never more than that. Heâs bad at seriously dating. Heâs got to feel truly comfortable with someone.
After his shower, he stood alone in his kitchen thinking of what to make for dinner when he checked the time on his phone. It was almost nine and heâs yet to hear about how your night has gone. The movie was set at six so you had to rush after work to meet with Mirae and all her people but the movie shouldâve ended by now. Why havenât you told him how it went if itâs over now?
Maybe he should just ask.
jungkook: is the movie over
You probably wonât respond if your phoneâs on âDo Not Disturbâ so he didnât expect a response.
you: yeah
jungkook: was it scary
you: ehhhhhh not really
jungkook: what r u doing now
you: they wanted to get food after
jungkook: and here I am cooking for myself
Without question Jungkook took a picture of it all, sending it right to you with a message that said;
jungkook: ur favorite
you: đ is that an invite
jungkook: depends, r u gonna actually come over or hang out with ur new friends
you: idk one of them is reallllyyyyyy cute
jungkook: stay with them then
You looked at everyone you were with curiously. The movie had ended a bit ago and you were walking to the nearest restaurant talking. Mirae was right, the guys were cool and her friend was nice but it was a lot of effort on your part to be social. One of the guys was particularly cute and he spent a little more time with you than anyone else but did that really mean anything?
âI think Iâm gonna call it a night,â You said, thinking about the early morning you have tomorrow and how everyone seemed ready to grab a few drinks. Mirae looked at you, âReally? Youâre not even hungry?â
âNot really,â You lied with a shrug, âAre you gonna be good?â
âYeah, Iâll see you tomorrow.â
You said goodbye to them all, sharing information with the cute friend and split ways. On your way to Jungkookâs he let you know parking spot 97 was good to use and despite arguing with him about it you took his word.
âIf I get towed again weâre not going to be friends anymore,â You told him once you let yourself into his apartment, immediately being greeted by Bam whose tail whipped back and forth behind him with excitement.
âItâs my spot, Goofy,â Jungkook said, casually throwing on a shirt once you were in. Up until now heâs been cooking shirtless from his shower.
âYour spot is 98,â You reminded him, watching the way he rolled his eyes and turned the stove off.
âDidnât you tell me to rent you one?â Jungkook asked, pulling the pot off the stove and onto a cooling rack, âGrab bowls.â
âYou actually did it?â You asked with a smile, âBless your kind soul.â
He brushed you off as you did what he asked and went straight to the end of the peninsula countertop where you could sit and eat. Jungkook didnât bother sitting down, choosing to eat standing up behind the counter and looking at you with curiosity.
âWhat?â
âHow was the date?â He asked.
âWhat date?â You scoffed, âYou mean the movie? One, it wasnât a date and Two, I told you it was alright.â
âYou didnât drink, did you?â Jungkook asked, ignoring the attitude behind your words. You rolled your eyes, âI wouldnât have driven here if I had been. I left before we made it to the restaurants. Why so curious tonight?â
He shrugged, the plate completely empty and he began to wash it and what he used to cook. When you finished and offered to help he told you no and washed your stuff too.
âIâm so full, have I ever told you how good of a Cook you are,â You said as you threw yourself onto his couch, a grunt leaving your lips when Bam nearly tackled you down.
âI wouldnât mind hearing it again,â Jungkook said, rummaging through his fridge and smiling widely, âWant a drink?â
âIâm driving.â
âYou can just crash on the couch, itâll be fine,â Jungkook shrugged, carrying over a couple glasses and a bottle of Soju.
That was enough convincing for you to sit on the floor beside him as he set things down on the coffee table. You took the remote and played some movie in the background as he poured the small glass.
âYouâre a bad influence,â You joked as you took the first drink like it was a pre-starter and he did the same, âWeâve got work tomorrow.â
âYou only go in for a couple hours, I know your schedule, don't forget that,â Jungkook pointed a teasing finger at you, plopping down on the floor with his legs crossed, âIâve got a beginnerâs session around 10am and a few private classes after. Iâll be the one regretting it tomorrow, not you.â
âYet youâre still the one asking for more,â You said playfully, reaching for the familiar green bottle and pouring a little more in his glass. You didnât notice the way Jungkookâs gaze flickered down to your exposed waist when you leaned over the coffee table to grab it. The waist of your underwear showed just slightly underneath and he was surprised to find out it was black and lacy making his eyebrow quirk with curiosity. When you sat back down he looked away, pretending to be focused on the movie, âYou dressed up for your date?â
âIt wasnât a date,â You said with a groan, sitting back a little closer to him than before and he didnât bother moving away, âAnd look at what Iâm wearing. Does it look like I dressed up?â
A knowing smirk pulled at his lips as he raised the glass to his lips, âI didnât realize you wore lace so casually.â
Your brows furrowed with confusion, realization dawning on you just moments later and without thinking you pushed at him playfully, âHowâd you know?â
Jungkook laughed, hand sliding down your back where your shirt rose and he didnât hesitate to reach for the thin fabric nearly pulling on it just to feel you squirm. You couldnât help but whine, moving away, âFreak.â
âSays you,â Jungkook said, keeping his hand on you, âCome on tell me, how was the date.â
âWhy are you insisting it was a date?â You asked, taking a big gulp and turning to face him, âYou never hear me asking about your little flings or whatever you like to call them nowadays.â
âBut if you asked me Iâd tell you, I wouldnât be all secretive about it like you are,â He said with a shrug of his shoulders, âHurry up and drink more.â
âDonât pressure me,â You rolled your eyes but did as told, âAnd I did tell you. I said one of them were cute over text, remember?â
âHardly,â He shrugged looking away with a bored expression, âCuter than me?â
You didnât say anything making him smile, âIâll take that as a no.â
âHe was alright, pretty cute and nice,â You finally said but Jungkook wasnât listening anymore. His attention had drifted to the way you leaned against him with your side against his fitting perfectly beside him. It was obvious your words fell on deaf ears but you didnât seem to mind either. You turned to face him, convince him that the guy you met was just cute but it wasnât worth it. Youâll probably never see the guy again and if he does want to text, it most likely wonât lead to anything.
âWhat?â He asked, catching your stare.
âYouâre drunk,â You pointed out his red cheeks and ears, âAlready?â
âNo.â
âThen why are you blushing?â You asked with a teasing smile going to poke his flushed cheek when he grabbed your hand suddenly. You both had been casually drinking since you sat down but it isn't until now that you can feel the alcohol take effect over your body. You blamed it for the way you were looking at your friend at the moment.
It was hard to see him as just Jungkook, right now you can only see him for how attractive he was. Heâs gotten way more muscular lately and with the added tattoos itâs hard to ignore it. When you walked into his apartment earlier and found him shirtless it was hard not to look at his abdomen. You donât remember the eight pack or his biceps that big. Without thinking you placed a hand on his chest, taut muscles tense underneath your touch.
Jungkook couldnât help but let his breath hitch when your hand trailed down his rib cage suddenly, âWhat?â
âYouâve gotta get a new hobby, youâre going to get too bulky,â You said jokingly, feeling his muscles. He was taken back to have your hand on him but he didnât back away, âBut you like it.â
Not bothering to wait for a response, he lifted the end of his shirt displaying a smooth trail of muscle down his torso and prominent V-line that you tried not to eye too hard. Your hand slipped down without much thought to your actions and lifted your brows in surprise. His skin felt hot to the touch and part of you wanted to keep running your hand over him but you knew better. It would be weird if you did. Itâs not like heâs just some random guyâŠ
âI need to pee,â You blurted out, rushing to your feet and kicking his leg playfully, âPut your shirt down.â
âMight just take it off for you,â Jungkook teased, biting his lip watching you walk away.
When you were alone looking at yourself in the mirror it was easier to tell how you felt. You were past tipsy and buzzed but not fully drunk. Your vision was slightly blurry and when you stood straight you felt dizzy but it was the good kind of dizzy.
âWhat next?â Jungkook asked when you came out of the bathroom, hair up in a clip now and makeup wiped away with some wet wipe he had in the bathroom. He had to do a double take at your new appearance but he didnât mind the change. You looked comfortable and he can see the clear look of buzz on your face that heâs sure matched his, âOr are you calling it already?â
âCalling what?â You sat back down next to him, stumbling into him a little and he helped you with a hand on your waist guiding you down. Neither of you seemed to care for the fact that you were partially sitting on his lap.
âCalling it a night,â Jungkook said, shifting you closer to his front, âYouâve taken off your makeup, put your hair up⊠you look ready for bed.â
âI thought you wanted to drink,â You said, suddenly aware of how close the two of you were and his lip piercing had a slight shine from the light reflecting off of it.
âNot if your date tired you out,â Jungkook said with a knowing smirk when you rolled your eyes, leaning into him a little more. He didnât care who you met up with tonight but he knows itâs getting on your nerves and sometimes he loves to push your buttons, âYou probably wouldâve preferred to stay out with them since one of them was⊠whatâd you say? Cute? Nice?â
âIf you think that, why'd you ask me to come over?â You asked slightly irritated now.
He shrugged, grinning now when he felt you relax in his hold, almost straddling him, âTechnically, I did say you could stay with them.â
Your eyes narrowed, hands on his chest ready to push yourself off him, âFine, I got his number. Iâll see if theyâre still ouââ
âNo,â He whined, arms tightening around your waist, âNo, youâre already here and youâre drunk now. You canât leave, be a safe driver.â
âAre you trying to manipulate me to stay?â You couldnât help but laugh, arms circling around his neck. He felt your breath tickle his ear and for some reason it made a shiver run down his spine.
âDepends, is it working?â
It was.
It had been since the beginning. Jungkook didnât need to do much to get you to hang out with him and he knew that. Itâs the same way around. It takes little for Jungkook to beg you to spend time with him. Youâre his best friend.
And as his best friend⊠sometimes⊠sometimes he wonders how your lips taste. He doesnât remember when his hand moved from your waist to your neck, or how he moved it to tilt your chin up until your lips were brushing against each other. All he remembers is how close you were to kissing and all he needed was one push, one sign that you want this too and heâll go for it.
You nearly fell into it too. You can blame the alcohol or the fact that Jungkook is incredibly hot despite only seeing him as a friend but you wanted to kiss him too. You wouldâve.
Key words: Would Have.
âOpen the door, you Fuck!â
You practically threw yourself off him as someone pounded on his door and it took you a second to reel in what was about to happen. Jungkook couldnât move for a second, trying to understand why you got off of him so quickly when he heard it again.
âJungkook, I checked your location, open up,â His friend yelled, knocking on the door, âIâm going to piss myself, let me in!â
âComing!â Jungkook shouted, sounding annoyed as he got up to unlock the front door. You pulled yourself onto the couch, fixing your shirt that had risen when his hands had grazed your waist and stared down at the empty bottles of Soju.
âTaeââ He couldnât finish his sentence before his friend was pushing past him and running straight for the bathroom, waving hello to you before disappearing. He stood at the open door trying to wrap his head around what just happened.
The two of you were drinking, messing around and almost kissed? Almost? If Taehyung hadnât come barging in would you have done it? Would you know when to stop? Would you stop anyway?
âFuck, I was in the cab on my way home and he would not pull over,â Taehyung said once he was done with his business, âI was like âListen dude, my friend lives around here so drop me off or Iâm going to puke in your backseatâ.â
âI thought you had to pee,â You chimed in when he sat down next to you, acting like he had been there the whole time.
âI thought so too but it came up the other way instead, what are you guys doing? Drinking?â Taehyung asked looking down at the coffee table, âUgh I canât even think about it, donât play APT with Jin hyung, he talks too fast and wins everytime.â
âMaybe he was just speaking gibberish but you couldnât tell,â Jungkook said, arms crossed over his chest looking unimpressed, âSo⊠is the cab still out there waiting orâŠâ
âNah, Iâm just gonna crash hereââ
âGreat!â Jungkook scoffed, âSleepover at my place, first Y/n⊠now you⊠itâs like weâre in schoolâŠâ
âWell I wouldâve gone home if you didnât ask to drink,â You told him trying to ignore the fact that you almost kissed but it was hard to ignore the way he bit his lip at you, âI could still call an Uber.â
âNah, Taehyung can,â Jungkook said, sitting on the armchair across from you.
âWhoa, youâre the first person I thought of, why kick me out now? Iâm drunk, Kook, be nice to me,â Taehyung pouted, leaning against your shoulder, âWhatâd you do? Whyâs he so grumpy?â
âDonât blame me, youâre the one that came pounding on the door so late at night,â You said playfully, shoving Taehyung off. He was more Jungkookâs friend then yours but youâve hung out around him enough to feel comfortable with him.
âSo? I always do thatâWhy?â Taehyung turned abruptly, âWhat were you guys doing?â
âDrinking,â Jungkook said, âYou wouldnât want to since yknow⊠Jin got you drunk⊠you probably want to call it a nightâŠâ
âNah, I puked a little earlier so Iâm fine now,â Taehyung said, âPlus I havenât seen Y/n in a while, what are we watching?â
âActually, Iâm tired,â You told him with a small yawn, âI think Iâm calling it a night.â
âAre you trying to get rid of me?â Taehyung asked.
You laughed, âNo, Iâm just saying Iâm tired.â
âGo to my room,â Jungkook said with a sigh, thinking about what the two of you were about to do before he stormed in, âIâll stay out here with him.â
When you left, Jungkook threw a pillow at Taehyungâs head, making the other groan, âWhat?â
âNothing,â Jungkook huffed , âNow I gotta sleep on the couch.â
Taehyung smirked, feeling more sober now as he put two and two together, âOr you could go follow your girlfriendâŠâ
âWeâre noâweâre not dating,â Jungkook thought about how you almost kissed and his face flushed red, âFor fuckâs same, go get the extra blankets and pillows. I get the big couchââ
âBut Iâm like a centimeter taller thanââ
âThis is my house!â Jungkook yelled, throwing himself on the couch and covering his face with one of the pillows, âOr get an Uber back to yours.â
âJeez, youâre rude tonight. I always come over when Iâm drunk,â Taehyung laughed knowing how annoyed Jungkook was, âJust say you were going to get freaky with Y/n.â
âI wasnât!â
âź
It took you a full day to come to terms with what happened the other night at Jungkookâs. The two of you had been drinking and almost kissed, almost.
Thereâs no way to deny it. You were close to kissing.
If Taehyung hadnât shown up out of the blue, would you have done it? Would he have slept in the same bed as you? What would you do or say if he asked?
Thereâs always been an underlying sense of tension between you but you tried not to think about it. You told yourself that nothing was ever going to happen. It was just how friendships with someone you found attractive was.
A loud sigh left your lips, dropping your head against your keyboard and letting an endless stream of spaces fill the word document. Soft fingers pulled your head up to slide the keyboard out making you look up at the person who did it. Jimin sat at the end of your desk, âI was just sitting in my office wondering why my friend hasnât gone to distract me today. Whatâs up with you?â
âMorning, canât focus,â You told him.
âHowâd the showing go?â Jimin asked, trying to find something that could get you talking.
âThey liked it, itâs a little over their budget but I think weâll close the deal on it,â You said.
âGood, what about the other night?â
âWhat about the other night?â Your question sounded rushed and made him look at you with peaked interest. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked.
âWith Mirae and the movie,â Jimin said. He watched you release a breath you werenât aware you were holding and pressed you for more, âDid you talk to any of the guys?â
âYeah⊠um, I did,â You sat back, chair swiveling out as you turned to face him, âHis nameïżœïżœïżœs Namjoon. I got his number and he texted me yesterday before the showing to wish me luck.â
âSo what? Are you and Mirae gonna ditch me when you guys find someone? Who are going to be my drinking buddies when youâre off with your boyfriends? She told me all about the other guy, Iâm starting to feel pushed aside,â Jimin spoke in a ramble making you roll your eyes.
âRelax, it was the first time I met him. Mirae, yeah she really hit it off with the other guy,â You said.
Jimin just nodded, taking in your words and finally deciding to bring it up, âMirae said you left early though.â
âYeah, they wanted to go out to eat but I wasnât hungryâŠâ You said.
âBullshit, I checked your location, you went to Jungkookâs plaââ
âOkay! Whatâs up with all the stalking lately? First Taehyung, now youâwe share locations so that you know Iâm safe after a night out,â You pointed a finger at him, trying to deflect some of the questions away from you, âAnd yeah, I did go to his place. He made food and I didnât want to go eat with all of them anyway.â
âInteresting excuse, so what? Did you guys fight or something? You know I understand youâre close friends but youâre not close friends like we are.â
âThatâs not truââ You cut yourself off thinking about how you almost kissed Jungkook and as much as you love Jimin, youâll never find yourself kissing him, almost!
A loud groan left your lips as you dropped your head against the keyboard again and Jimin watched the aggressive keyboard smash type out gibberish. This time it was his turn to roll his eyes and he stood up, âWe both know thatâs a lie but fine, Iâll let you be.â
You donât remember how the rest of your day went aside from the fact that you were distracted the entire time. Right now you have three different clients youâre currently helping buy their first home and the last thing you need is to be distracted right now.
Jungkook is your friend and until he makes it clear that he is interested, youâre just going to move on. Well⊠even if he was interested, what does that mean? Does that mean youâre into him? Itâs all so confusing.
He took a deep breath, leg threatening to bounce with anxiety as he counted the reps his current client did between sets.
âKook, man, youâre killing me today,â His client said with a deep huff, nearly collapsing on the floor as he set the weight down, âI thought weâd be taking it easy after the last session.â
âI donât know why you would think that,â Jungkook said, âTake a breather and do another fifteen.â
Even as he said that, he switched places with Hoseok and prepared himself to do a set. His client watched him with his mouth open in confusion, âItâs what you said! You said weâd be taking it easy today since last time was so much. Iâm still a sore man, please donât do this to me.â
âYouâre right, I did say that,â Jungkook huffed, counting in his head as he did bench presses, âNext session weâll take it easy.â
âFuck, I need a new trainer,â Hoseok groaned, chugging back water and pacing back and forth.
âYouâre at my gym! Youâre lucky weâre friends, donât say that,â Jungkook stood up and motioned for Hoseok to go, âNow you're doing twenty.â
âRude,â Hoseok said, âWhatâs up with you anyways? You seem on edge today.â
âIâm fine,â Jungkook said looking down at his gym bag where his phone currently was, âBut uh, just out of curiosity⊠if someone hasnât talked to you in a couple days, what does it mean?â
Hoseok couldnât help but chuckle, âCome on, how old are we? Thatâs what youâre stressing about?â
When Jungkook didnât laugh it off Hoseok got a little more serious, âDepends on the person. Girlfriend? Family member? Stranger?â
âNot girlfriendâjust friend,â Jungkook clarified quickly.
âFriend?â Hoseok looked at him curiously, âFriend with the occasional benefits or Friend youâre currently upset with?â
âNeither, just friend,â Jungkook shook his head, âI mean⊠like actual, genuine friend and⊠fuck, I donât know.â
âWho?â
Jungkook didnât say anything but it wasnât hard for Hoseok to connect the pieces, âY/n?â
To that, Jungkook nodded meekly.
âI mean⊠itâs normal to not talk everyday. We donât talk everyday, I send you like a hundred Instagram reels a day that you donât see me crying about,â Hoseok said, skipping from 15 to 17 and hoping Jungkook didnât catch the reps he didnât do, âWhich by the way, you could at least bother to react to every now and then.â
âSorry, youâre right, Iâm overthinking it,â Jungkook said, âAnd youâre not done, you skipped ahead.â
âFucker,â Hoseok cursed under his breath and hurried to do them properly before he could take a break, âBut honestly, whatâs up with you and Y/n? Arenât you âjust friendsâ?â
âWe are,â Jungkook bit his lip nervously, âI donât know Iâm being weird. Iâll just ask her what shes doing later.â
âBeing weird about what?â
Jungkook looked at him with wide, rounded eyes like heâd just been caught doing something he shouldnât have and the words came out in a shy whisper, âNothing.â
âź
Over the night Jungkook reached out to you. He sent you some stupid text about a new tv show heâs watching that he thinks you could get into. It wasnât anything serious or anything but it brushed past what happened. It was normal.
Things were normal and clearly nothing had happened that night so you were overthinking for no reason.
âYou donât want to go?â Mirae asked, watching you stare at your reflection for the hundredth time trying to find something off about your appearance.
âI do, weâre going, donât worry,â You looked around, âI just need perfume.â
âWhereâs Jungkook?â She asked, standing up for you to give her some too. You checked the ETA on your Uber before answering.
âHuh? Heâs probably already there, I donât know. Letâs go downstairs, the Uberâs pulling up,â You told her as you quickly grabbed your things and began to walk out your room. Your friend followed suit, âAnd then weâre going out with Namjoon and Jisoo, right?â
The only reason Mirae agreed to come with you was so that you could go with her and the guy she likes later. A couple days ago Jungkook let you know that Taehyung was going to have a few friends over to watch some MMA fight on tv and drink. You still felt awkward seeing him in person and he knew you had no reason to say no so there was no point in trying. In the end you asked Mirae to join you and after begging, she agreed. She had plans with one of the guys from last week and found it perfect to have you tag along after.
Youâve been to Taehyungâs place once or twice before â usually with Jungkook â but it was different to walk in without him.
âLook who finally showed up,â Taehyung said with a smile as he opened the door for you and Mirae, âHi Y/n, and Mirae right?â
The two have met before but it was brief and awkward so you were surprised he even remembered her name but they greeted each other politely anyway. You looked around, surprised to see a lot more people than you anticipated, âDoesnât look like a couple friends, Tae.â
âIâm a social being,â Taehyung said with a hand to his chest, âJungkook is somewhere around here. I thought youâd be coming with him and then got stuck waiting around for you to show up.â
âI need a drink first.â
Jungkook was across the room talking with some people you didnât know. It wasnât hard for you to see that the one closest to him was a pretty brunette with a soft smile and big eyes. She talked with him the most and you had no idea who she was. For all you know he couldâve come with her tonight or just met her and really hit it off, youâre not sure, and youâd rather not know.
He barely knew the girl but Yoongi introduced her to him a while before you got to Taehyungâs place. He had been staring at his phone anxiously waiting for a text that never came and the next thing he knew, Yoongi was having him meet Sera. She was pretty and easy to talk to, paid attention to him even when others talked and stood by him wherever he moved to. It was alright, he didnât mind the extra attention but it wasnât⊠that interesting.
Sera said something in his ear that he had to lean down to hear properly but in all honesty he wasnât listening to begin with. If anything it reminded him of when you whispered in his ear but it didnât feel the same. His eyes scanned the people that arrived over time, occasionally drifting to the door and stopping once he saw you walk in. You wore a short black dress that accentuated your legs and it was hard for his eyes to remain on your face. Mirae was dressed similarly and you both looked out of place in a good way.
âHow do you know Taehyung?â He heard Sera ask and he answered with little eagerness, watching you talk with his friend and head for the drinks.
âWe met a few years ago when I first moved to the city,â Jungkook said, looking down at her trying to focus but his mind had gone elsewhere. Turning to Yoongi he said, âIâm gonna go say hi to Y/n.â
Yoongi could try and keep him around but there was no point. Jungkook was walking off before anyone could stop him. He left Sera alone with the others so he can talk to you. Since you last seen each other and had the âAlmost Kissâ he had only texted you. Youâve both had a busy week with work and nerves probably kept you apart.
He didnât like that. He didnât want to overthink anything. He just wanted to talk to his friend.
âWhat are we drinking?â He asked with an overly gracious smile, slipping himself between you and the counter so you were forced to look at him.
âDepends, what have you had?â You asked, immediately feeling yourself tense for a second before you realized who it was.
âNothing too strong just yet,â Jungkook admitted, âIâve been waiting for you all night.â
He greeted your friend quietly before looking back at you and where you stared off at, âReally? Iâve been here for a while, I figured you wouldâve noticed earlier if youâve been waiting all this time.â
He could sense the small sarcastic tone in your voice but there was nothing strange to it. You usually talked this way with him, always sounding close to flirting or jealous or⊠interested in him. It was confusing at first but overtime heâs learned to ignore the tone or offer it back. It works for your friendship.
âI mightâve gotten a little distracted,â He couldnât help but smile, âWhat time did you get home last night?â
âEarly,â You said with a shrug making his brow arch, watching you pour yourself a mix of rum and coke.
âThen why didnât you text me back?â He asked.
âI didâwell, I was going to,â You began to say, feeling yourself on the edge of smiling as you thought up an excuse, âI forgot.â
âRightâŠâ Jungkook rolled his eyes looking over at Mirae instead, âYou both look nice, did you just have dinner or something?â
âNo, weâre meeting up with some guys in a bit,â Mirae said without much thought and you snapped your eyes to her. She looked up, catching the way Jungkookâs smile dropped a fraction lower and shifted her gaze toward you. Your glare was enough to tell her she shouldnât have said anything.
âGuys? The oneâs from the movie? What are you doing? Going out?â He asked, attempting to sound indifferent. Itâs not like he can say anything. He doesnât know why it doesnât sit right with him but it didnât. He didnât even know the guy but he knew you thought he was cute. Jungkook knew you were talking to him at least a little and that you wore a dress for him tonight.
âTake this,â You offered Jungkook the drink, âAnd weâre going out for a little bit but I think itâll be a casual night.â
âSuper casual,â Mirae laughed nervously, looking around, âWhereâs the bathroom? Iâll be back.â
Before you could follow after her, he stood in front of you.
âSo who were you talking to? Have I met her?â You asked, clearing your throat awkwardly. It was an attempt to take some of the heat off of you because this was feeling like an odd interrogation. Anyone passing but might think itâs a loverâs quarrel but it wasnât.
âIâve barely met her,â Jungkook said, âItâs Sora⊠Sua⊠Sera? Something like that, I donât know. A friend of Yoongiâs I met the other night.â
âCool,â You looked back to find her talking with someone else now.
âWhat about the cute and nice guy youâve been going on about? Youâre seeing him again tonight?â Jungkook asked, taking a sip from the cup and leaning against the kitchen counter. He had a good view of you standing a couple feet away and he had to resist the urge to pull you closer.
âI have not been going on about him, thereâs nothing going on,â You told him with an exaggerated sigh, leaning into him absentmindedly and feeling his hand on your side keeping you steady, âI asked Mirae to come with but she had plans with them after and just asked me to tag along.â
âAlright, you donât have to explain it.â Jungkook said, sounding like he was brushing you off but not meaning to. Obviously he was happy you were here and talking to him but he didnât want to hear more. It was beginning to sound like you were explaining yourself to him. Making yourself sound better after he asked you about Namjoon. He doesnât even know why he asked you about that guy, he doesnât care.
âAlright, I wonât,â you crossed your arms over your chest looking away from him, âDonât ask me about anyone then.â
Jungkook had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from responding. He didnât have anything to say because all he wanted was for you to tell him a little more about Namjoon. Why did he act like he didnât care when he did?
Without bothering to ask anything he was scared to know about, he turned away from you and looked back at the people he was standing with before. You walked off to find Mirae, a little annoyed with Jungkook for reasons you couldnât understand and needed to get away. Whatever, you almost kissed and considering he hasn't said anything about it itâs clearly not on his mind. If thatâs the case why does he act like he cares about who you talk to only to stop you when you explain yourself?
When he joined Yoongi and the others again he acted like he didnât care that you wandered off away from him. He didnât seem bothered when you left later that night without saying goodbye and didnât check his phone once for a text from you.
He canât explain why but he doesnât know how to feel about you. For so long now it feels like youâve just been a close friend to him. Youâre someone he calls when heâs bored and thinks of when he finds something funny. You get him like a friend, you donât expect much either. Youâre more like the guys heâs friends with, and youâre not like the girls whoâve tried to get with him. He doesnât know how to explain it but he likes having you around and the last thing he wants to do is complicate things by catching feelings.
Especially when he doesnât know how you feel and heâs too nervous to ask. Itâd be crossing the line. Youâd probably be grossed out if he expresses interest in you. Heâs seen how quick you are to stop being friends with a guy who approaches you like a friend but wants to be with you.
Heâs already done too much by almost kissing you.
âY/n, good to see you and donât you look pretty,â Namjoon said later that night, hugging you in greeting when you met up with him and Jisoo. The club youâd gone to after Taehyungâs was lovely and packed with people everywhere that it was hard to find him in the first place. He brought a surprising smile to your face but youâre not sure how to feel about him just yet.
âThank you, thank you, dressed up just for you,â You told him playfully, leaning against the bar when Jisoo asked for your drink order. Namjoon was attractive and charming but⊠thereâs something holding you back even if you flirted with him absentmindedly. Was there much weight to your actions? Did you actually care to get to know him better?
âI like it, howâs your night been?â Namjoon attempted small talk. It was what your conversations usually consisted of. Even the first night you met you only talked about the movie and when Jungkook texted you, you talked about your friends too.
Heâs told you a little about himself and youâve told about yourself but not enough. Your mind always seemed off somewhere else.
Time passed by without wondering about Jungkook, using Namjoon as a distraction but it didnât work for as long as you hoped. When your night had dulled and your friends dared to call it the end, Namjoon looked at you for an invitation to your apartment that you never gave him. You went your separate ways and left on your own.
It was past 3am and you shouldâve gone to bed, not gotten on your phone to find someone to talk to.
âHello?â
âAre you sleeping?â You asked, falling on your bed and sinking into the pillows.
âWas trying to, whatâs up?â Jungkook asked with a small yawn that had you debating if you should hang up and let him sleep instead.
âNevermind, youâre tired I shouldnât have called,â You began to say, looking around for your phone charger to connect it before you end the call.
He sat up in bed, checking the time and sighing, âBut you did, are you still out with your new friends?â
âJungkook!â You whined, rolling onto your stomach and staring up at your dimly lit ceiling.
âIâm kidding,â He laughed softly, voice a little raspy from being half-asleep but he couldnât help but press you again, âBut are you?â
âI just got home but Iâm not tired. Iâm bored.â You admitted.
âWhat should I do about that?â Jungkook smiled, imagining the way you roll your eyes.
âI donât knowâŠâ You bit your lip in thought. You really werenât tired but that didnât mean you had to drag Jungkook around.
âWant me to come over?â He finally asked.
âItâs late.â
âI think we both know that.â He rolled his eyes, already getting out of bed so he could throw some clothes on, âDo you?â
âWhat would we do?â You asked, leaving your bedroom so you could get the front door unlocked for him.
He put his phone on speaker as he slipped on a pair of sweats and threw a hoodie over his head, âI donât know, we both donât work tomorrow. Maybe watch a movie?â
âAt this hour?â You asked. You could hear Jungkook huff, sitting on the edge of his bed unsure what to do, âYou really want to come over?â
âMaybe, you did ditch me tonightââ Jungkook started, getting cut off by yet another whine.
âNo I didnât! You know what, come over so we can talk,â You told him.
âIâm already getting dressed, chill out.â
It took only around ten minutes for Jungkook to come around and he walked into your apartment with a shake of his head. You mustâve left it unlocked earlier and he didnât like that. What if someone broke in? He locked the door behind himself, kicking his shoes off by the heels you wore tonight. The only light he could find came from your bedroom and he didnât hesitate to let himself in.
âWhat have I told you about leaving your door unlocked?â His words were barely heard over your scream of terror as you walked out of the bathroom dressed in a t-shirt and pajama shorts.
Once the scare wore off you said, âRelax I left it open for you.â
âSure you did, I bet it was for your new friâow!â He groaned dramatically when you hit his arm playfully. He laughed at your annoyance and threw himself on the bed, âIâm kidding. Whatâd you go do anyway? Did your dress leave him swooning?â
âYouâre so annoying,â You sighed jumping down next to him, âJust say youâre jealous.â
âJealous?â A scoff left his lips.
âSounds like it,â You looked for your remote, âWhat do you wanna watch?â
âIâm not jealous. If you want to go hang out with another guy then do what you want,â Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, âWeâre just friends, anyway.â
You raised a brow in confusion and surprise by his tone with you, âAnd if I wanted to donât you think I would be doing that right now?
âI mean you did earlier when you left,â Jungkook said annoyingly.
âGo home if youâre going to argue with me,â You told him, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest with frustration.
âHell no, I drove over at this hour, Iâm sleeping here,â As if to make his point more clear, he made himself comfortable on your bed.
âNot if youâre going to act mean.â
âIâm not!â Jungkook scoffed, leaning up with your pillows, âIâll stop, whatever, fine. Donât kick me out, itâs so late. I drove all the way here for you.â
âItâs like a ten minute drive,â You groaned when he pulled on the end of your hoodie, âWhat?â
âThis is mine,â Jungkook looked at the gray apparel, âI donât remember giving it to you.â
âYou didnât, but you left it in my car,â You tried to pull back but it was no use. Jungkook wasnât letting you move away.
âSo? Doesnât mean itâs yours. I want it backââ
âIâll wash it,â You pulled your covers up to hide yourself underneath but there was no point. A smirk appeared on his face, âI want it now though.â
You didnât say anything as he pulled you closer, falling over him a little. His hand slid down your waist keeping you against him, too close to be appropriate for two friends.
âWhat are you gonna do? Take it off me?â You dared to ask, making yourself comfortable against his chest. Part of you knew you shouldnât be laying in bed like this with your friend.
âShould I?â He asked in a low whisper, fingers slipping up your back just under the hoodie where he could feel your bare skin. You didnât wear anything underneath and it made him want to explore more.
You didnât say anything or bother to push his hand away. You kind of liked his touch, it was gentle but his fingers were rough from all the time he spends at the gym. Your body lay on his, leg nearly hooked around his waist and looking down at him with curiosity.
Jungkook could make out small fragments of makeup you couldnât get all the way off. There was still a small outline of lip gloss and your lashes were dark and long. Your cheeks still had a hint of blush but even in this state you were pretty. He canât get the image of you in that dress earlier out of his mind.
You were oddly close to him and found yourself in the same predicament as last time. Your lips only centimeters apart from his and a need to close that space. Jungkook parted his lips in a breath, catching the way you looked at him and his hand had slowed down its caress until it was tracing a soft line against your spine.
He felt the shift of your upper body when you tried to lean up, almost closing the space but hesitant still.
You wanted to kiss him. He can tell and he wanted to kiss you just as bad. This time around there were no interruptions so what was stopping him from leaning into you too?
âHow much did you drink tonight?â Jungkook found himself asking before he could stop himself. It wasnât the right time to ask but he wanted to know if this was just something that happened when you were drunk or could it happen sober too?
âI donât know, I stopped drinking like a while before I got home,â You leaned back, brows furrowed together, âWhy? You drank tonight too?â
âI went home a little after you left,â he admitted. It was around midnight when you left Taehyungâs to go with Mirae and those guys. Heâd barely managed to survive at the party much long after that and called it an early night. Youâd been out longer than he had.
âOkayâŠâ You pushed off of him, feeling his arm loosen around you, âThat was kind of random.â
Jungkook knew he should have stayed quiet. He shouldâve just kissed you and see where things couldâve gone but he had to ruin it. He had to ask you something that was eating at him.
All heâs been able to think about lately is possibly kissing you and this time around he ruined it all on his own.
âY/n,â He poked your side to get your attention but you had your back to him, turned on your side and tuned him out.
You felt stupid for even attempting to kiss him. He pushed you away after what felt like him flirting with you and it was embarrassing. He just sees you as a friend so you have to stop doing this.
With a huff of frustration, he stretched himself out on his side of your bed and stared at the night landscape on your flatscreen. In a few short moments itâd go into sleep mode on its own and the room would go pitch black.
You mustâve been tired, worked up or even a little buzzed still but you fell asleep long before he did. Youâd been so tired you didnât notice when your cell phone fell onto the bed in the space between you and just as he felt himself close to sleep, the screen lit up the room.
Jungkook planned on ignoring it, not caring who mightâve texted but something in him told him to look. Plus, youâd be mad if you woke up in the morning and your phone wasnât charging. He picked it up, eyes squinting at the bright light and read the notification.
namjoon: did u make it home safe ????
Here he was sleeping in your bed while another guy texted you. How dumb is he?
You flirt with him but you donât want him, simple as that and he doesnât know if he could take it anymore. After some contemplation, he carefully got out of your bed and rounded to your side. He found your charger and connected your phone before he left your bedroom quietly and went home before you could wake up.
âź
Your office felt oddly cold that following Monday. You spent Sunday holed up in your bedroom trying to figure out what happened over the weekend and youâve somewhat come to terms with it when you texted Jungkook and he chose not to respond.
You werenât in the mood to work but there was nothing you could do about it. The clients you were supposed to meet with postponed the lunch meeting to later in the day so really, you could go home for a while but you also didnât want to. It would make you think about how you almost kissed Jungkook and how he pushed you away and left in the middle of the night like you were some one night stand or something.
âIâm not going out anymore,â You told Jimin as you walked into his office, âI make poor decisions when Iâm under the influence and Iâm done.â
âWhy? I thought you went out with Mirae,â Jimin said swiveling his chair out from under his desk top, âWhich by the way, fuck you both for no invite.â
âIt was last minute,â You told him, leaning against a shelf, âAnd I regret it.â
âWhy?â
âStop asking me questions, I canât explain it,â You whined, covering your ears dramatically which only made your friend roll his eyes.
âYou storm into my office complaining and Iâm not allowed to ask questions? What happened to a positive work environment?â Jimin asked with a scoff.
âItâs hard to explain, it was great when I was with Mirae and Namjoon and Jisoo butâŠâ You bit your lip nervously.
âBut what?â Jimin waited. He knew how your night went because Mirae filled him in on everything. He had known you went to Jungkookâs friendâs place to pregame and if it wasnât the group you were with that left you stressed it had to be Jungkook. You think youâre so secretive about the trials and tribulations of your âfriendshipâ with him.
âNothing,â you sighed out, checking your phone. Maybe you just needed to give it a few days for the embarrassment to go away and youâll be fine again.
Jimin looked at you expectantly, deciding to take a different route for his questions, âSo how was it with Namjoon? Mirae is all Heart Eyes for Jisoo.â
âHuh? Oh, no itâs nothing like that,â You told him honestly, âWe talked yesterday and I donât know, I think itâs obvious weâre good as friends right now.â
âSo no feelings at all?â Jimin asked, watching you shake your head, so he kept pushing, âReally? Have you actually thought about it though? I thought heâd be someone whoâs your type or something.â
You stayed quiet, not bothering to hear him out as you let your mind run rampant. Namjoon is attractive but heâs just a friend and he knows that. If you were not emotionally available you might have given him a better chance but right now you know you feel something for Jungkook. Itâs stupid considering he clearly doesnât want you but it would be unfair to Namjoon if you used him to get over the other.
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It took over a week for Jungkook to get the courage to talk about you. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad but there was something holding him back. Heâs mad that youâre possibly interested in someone else and heâs pissed that he ruined your chance at kissing. Heâs annoyed with himself for many reasons and the only thing he thought to do was distance himself from you.
Thereâs no point in asking to hang out all the time if youâve got someone youâre interested in, you'd probably rather spend time with.
Throughout the week he found himself joining his other friends and whatever they did instead of seeking you out like usual. If they thought it strange no one had the nerve to question it. It was obvious there was something going on between you and considering Jungkookâs been on edge nobody wanted to push him to know more.
On Tuesday he met up with Yoongi for dinner and surprisingly enough some other people showed upâSera (the girl from the party) being one of them. She talked to him the most like last time and it was clear she was very interested in him. He was flattered but that was it. He was too stuck on you even when you werenât talking.
By the time the weekend rolled back around, Jungkook let himself be dragged to another night out. Yoongi and some of his other friends got him out for a couple drinks at a few bars. He didnât mind it, but it was weird when Sera and others showed up. It felt oddly like a set-up and he wasnât sure what to make of it.
âSo you donât think sheâs hot?â Hoseok asked as he waited at the bar with Jungkook for the round of drinks heâd just ordered. Jungkook looked back at the group finding Sera looking at him but he just looked away.
âSheâs⊠sheâs alright,â Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, âI donât know, not really my type though.â
âWhy? Because sheâs not Y/n?â Hoseok asked with a scoff that made Jungkook roll his eyes. Out of everyone Hoseok was always the main one to point out his relationship with you. It all started when Hoseok made a comment months ago about how he thought you were hot and Jungkook was a little too quick to shut it down. It was weird for him to think of two of his friends going out or talking and Hoseok took that as a sign that Jungkook wanted you⊠which wasnât true.
Anyway, the point is, Hoseok always brings you up around him and tonight was no different.
âWhere is she anyway? I feel like I havenât seen her around in a while,â Taehyung said, appearing out of nowhere holding a drink of his own.
âYou saw her last weekend,â Jungkook told him.
âYeah, but I havenât seen her with you,â Taehyung clarified but Jungkook didnât seem to care anymore. Hoseok nudged Jungkook and with a drink, âLetâs go talk with Sera and maybe you can introduce me to her friend.â
Taehyung let the other two leave and without thinking he grabbed his cell phone and dialed your number.
You were hanging out at Jiminâs place after finishing some work with him and Mirae when Taehyung called, âHello.â
âHey Y/n, where are you? What are you doing?â Taehyung asked looking back at Jungkook who looked tortured to be sandwiched between Sera and Hoseok.
âAt a friendâs place, whatâs up?â You asked looking between your friends who looked back at you with curiosity.
âCome to JJâs Bar, weâre all here,â Taehyung kept it simple. In all honesty, he genuinely likes having you around. Youâre funny and like Jungkook in a way. When Jungkook brought you around it was surprisingly easy to befriend you and youâre someone he likes seeing. He thinks you and Jungkook should get together some dayâif you havenât already. He doesnât understand why it hasnât happened yet when you both clearly want to and okay, he mightâve cut in on that first night but he swears he was drunk. He didnât mean to and since then youâve been distant from each other.
Heâs been trying to invite you since Jungkook wants to be too stubborn to admit he wants you around.
âWhoâs we? Yoongi? Jungkook?â You asked, beginning to gnaw on your bottom lip, âLet me think about it.â
When you hung up, Jimin was the first to speak, âI can drive you.â
âI donât know⊠I havenât really been talking to Jungkook this weekend,â You admitted to making Mirae roll her eyes.
âWe know, but itâs obvious you want to. Youâve been depressed all week,â She said, trying to convince you to be honest about your feelings. Neither one of you wants to admit whatâs going on between you so you just keep going around it. Youâve been off for a couple weeks now and everyone can see it but you two.
At the bar Jungkook was bored. He wasnât in the mood to drink or be out with everyone but he dragged himself along because he had nothing better to do. He wasnât going to stay home staring at his phone or getting FOMO because he missed his friends. He doesnât want to be here but he doesnât want to be home.
Frankly, Jungkook knows where and with who he wants to be but heâs too stupid to pick up his phone and call you.
âJungkook, be honest, are you seeing anyone?â Sera finally asked as she noticed him stare at his phone screen. The bar was dark with colorful lights here and there, packed with people and he was more interested on his phone. Sheâs done everything she can to get him to notice her but it feels like she keeps falling shorts. He talks to her, close to flirting but never all the way, yet she canât tell how he feels. Well, no, she can tell heâs thinking about something else but everyone tells her heâs single. She remembers seeing you at Taehyungâs last weekend, it was the most interested he looked in anything but the two of arenât⊠dating [?] so what was his deal?
âWhat?â He turned with surprise written on his face. Sera was blunt and it caught him off guard.
âWell, I think youâre hot and I want to get to know you but I donât know where your head is at,â Sera said loudly over the music. He was flattered butâŠ
âYou actually came!â Taehyung greeted you warmly, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug as you found him and the others. You hugged him back and looked at everyone, not remembering him mentioning any of the other women hereâor the one Jungkook was talking to.
âY/n,â Yoongi said hello, âDo you want a drink?â
âUmâŠâ
âI uh,â Jungkook blinked in disbelief as he looked at you just a few feet away from him. He didnât know youâd be here, how? âItâs complicated.â
He tried to sit there and focus on Sera but it was hard. He didnât want to just ditch the girl out of the blue but you havenât spared him a single glance. Itâs like youâre here for his friends but not for him and he didnât like that. Youâre supposed to be his friend not theirs.
You stood back, nervous to greet him. You barely know the girl but what if itâs someone heâs interested in? What if youâre just supposed to be someone he calls when heâs bored and flirts with when no oneâs around? What if youâve read too much into it and let your feelings get involved? You debated approaching him or not especially considering how he left you alone in bed after pushing you away from a kiss. Was it a mistake coming here? Whatâd you even hope could happen?
âJungkook,â You waved, hoping you didnât sound too nervous or bothered while also not sounding too enthusiastic in case that was a girl he was after. You just needed to sound friendly. Thatâs it.
Sera looked between you with peaked curiosity. Sheâd notice his attention had left her a while ago but now she sees why. Jungkook didnât bother looking back at her as he stood up, making his way over to where you stood.
âYou didnât tell me you were coming,â He said shifting his eyes around, âWho invited you?â
âI canât hang around your friends anymore?â You asked bluntly, âWhat do you mean who invited me?â
âI just⊠I didnât knoâshould we get a drink?â His voice shook with anxiety as his hand slipped down your back to lead you to the bar. He wasnât doing anything wrong talking to Sera but for some reason he didnât want the two of you around each otherâespecially after she just told him she was interested.
âIâll probably leave, I donât want to be somewhere Iâm not wanted,â You said bitterly, trying to step away from him but he didnât let you get far from his arms.
âI want you here, of course I do. I just wanted to know who texted you,â Jungkook told you looking at his friends and the only one that was smiling, âTaehyung?â
âYeah, he asked me to come but if itâs going to be a problem Iâll just leave,â You kept saying.
âWhy would it be a problem? Iâve been meaning to text you butâyknow, um,â Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, leading you away from the group. Itâs not that he didnât want you around them but he was only comfortable with you right now. He didnât need everyone hearing him.
âAlright, you donât have to explain it,â You brushed him off, turning to the bar and debating if you wanted a drink or not. You werenât in the mood to but now that youâve seen Jungkook with another girl, you might.
âKook, Y/n, want a shot?â Taehyung asked, trying to get you both to go back with everyone.
âIâm driving,â Jungkook said. He had a small sip earlier but heâs not here to drink all night then get stuck Ubering--especially not now that youâre here. What if you go home with him [he means take you home].
âY/n?â He turned to you only and you contemplated. Jungkook bit his lip in thought, tempted to say no on your behalf but he wanted to know what youâd do. Taehyung invited you tonight and last weekend too, why? Heâs happy youâre here but why is Taehyung the one making a move?
âIâm good, Iâll get something else,â You lied, turning away from the group. Part of you wanted to leave then and there but Jimin dropped you off and youâd need to call him back.
Jungkook didnât hesitate to follow you to the bar but you didnât try and order anything. He even asked if you wanted something but you didnât, âJungkook just be honest, should I leave? I know you said you want me here but I donât know⊠if you wanna hang out with your friends or, yknow, other girls I donât want them to get the wrong idea. I just came because I wanted to talk but⊠I donât know.â
âIs it because of Sera? Y/n, I donât like her or anything. I want you here, Iâm sorry for not inviting you,â Jungkook tried to reassure you but you werenât really listening.
âThis isnât about her, itâs you. Youâre the one being confusing, Kook,â You admitted.
âMe?â He looked genuinely taken back, âHow?â
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as a shield between you knowing heâd try and pull you closer like he usually did. You werenât the type to argue with someone in public but you were a little annoyed.
âAre we friends? Because if we are donât try and kiss me then ignore me for days and go out with someone elseââ
âAre you serious right now?â He asked, âThatâs what youâre mad about? Youâve been doing that to me for the past few weeks with your friend Namjoon.â
âWhat? Thatâs not true, Iâve told you every time I was gonna hang out with him. You only call me when you think Iâm with someone else,â You told him bitterly.
âYou donât honestly believe that. I call you more than you bother reaching out to me. You only call me when you need a ride or youâre drunk and bored,â Jungkook said, standing a foot away from you so you could hear him better, âYou flirt with me and I think thereâs something there but then you brush me off or go with someone else. Iâve been trying to make things more clear but you make it so hard.â
âI make it hard?â Your jaw nearly dropped, âAlright this is stupid. I donât want to talk about it anymore.â
He knows what youâre doing and he doesnât want to play along. Any time the two of you talk about something a little too complicated you start to backtrack in order to avoid it. No, if you wanted him to be honest you had to let him. After the first night you almost kissed, you didnât message him for a couple days. Heâs the one who reach out to you. This time around heâs the one that left because Namjoon was on your phone and he didnât know what to make of it. He shouldâve asked if anything was serious between the two of you but he was too cowardly to do it and left instead. Maybe you were mad he didnât reach out but why didnât you try? Yes, you came here hopefully looking for him but the second you see him talking to someone else and confront him about it suddenly youâre shutting down?
Whoâs leading who on?
Yoongi saw most of your interaction from across the bar. You werenât full on arguing but itâs obvious the two of you had things you wanted to say but didnât know how. After a while he didnât want to just sit back and ignore it. He at least wanted to know if you were both alright.
When he made his way over he tried asking you again if you wanted a drink or if Jungkook wanted to join him outside. You took that as a sign to make an escape for a moment and rushed to say, âIâm going to the restroom.â
Jungkook was stuck between following and waiting for you or going with Yoongi but his hand trembled with nerves and he needed fresh air. His friend offered him a smoke and he took it reluctantly knowing youâd hate the smell of it on him. Even when heâs sort of upset with you he canât make himself do something you donât like.
âWhat are you guys fighting about?â Yoongi asked taking the cigarette Jungkook rejected and lit one for himself.
âItâs stupid,â Jungkook mumbled under his breath.
âClearly not when you look worked up,â Yoongi said, âTell me.â
âThereâs been a couple times that we almost kissed and I thought she was talking to someone else but now sheâs acting upset with me and I donât know why. Iâm not doing anything, the other night we almost kissed again but I couldnât bring myself to do it and then the guy texts her. I didnât know Taehyung asked her to come and now she thinks I donât want her here and probably thinks Iâm into Sera but Iâm not,â Jungkook began to let it all out, hands running through his hair nervously.
Yoongi couldnât hide the look of surprise on his face over the fact that you guys had never kissed before. It was sort of a running joke between all of them that youâre both secretly hooking up but it appears not to be the case. You both had been good friends until then and all the bottled up emotions are finally begging to be let out. It made him chuckle over how dumb it was.
âDid you bother to ask her about him? Actually ask and not make assumptions like you always do?â Yoongi asked, âBecause honestly, I think youâre both into each other and donât know what to do about it.â
âYou donât get it hyung, I canât just ask Y/n thatâŠâ Jungkook groaned with frustration, âIâm being so pathetic, arenât I?â
âA little. You pay for a parking spot specifically for Y/n and sheâs not even your girlfriend. You want her to be so just talk it out.â
âIâm gonna talk to her,â Jungkook bit his lip, watching Yoongi finish up and ask him if we was ready to go back in. When he did, you were standing there talking to Sera and he wasnât sure what it could be about.
Honestly, it was nothing to worry about. She saw you looking clueless after your restroom break and introduced herself as one of Yoongiâs friends. Although you wanted to ask her about Jungkook she didnât even bring him up. When he went up to you both but placed a dominant hand around your waist.
It answered what Sera already knew, that he was claimed for even if neither of you said it. His heart was with you.
âAre you mad at me?â He asked suddenly, âFor the other night?â
âNo, Iâm confused,â You let him turn you in his arms so that you faced him, âI thought you wanted to kiss but then you stop it and when I wake up youâre gone. Itâs fine if you just want to be friends but donât lead me on like that.â
For a moment he wasnât sure what to say. He didnât think youâd say it so bluntly but you did. Youâve been thinking about those Almost Kisses youâve shared just as much as he has. He just didnât expect you to be thinking he was leading you on. He thought you were leading him on.
âIâm not⊠Can we go and talk somewhere?â He asked, trying to take your hand in his but you rejected his advance. Once again you probably looked like a couple arguing and it was so stupid.
âI just wanna go,â You told him and to keep you from leaving he pushed his keys into your hands.
âLetâs go then,â He said. You looked at him with a small smile, feeling somewhat upset with him but also unsure what to do. Part of you wanted to leave on your own but you also wanted to hear him out.
You pushed them back into his hand with a sigh, âNo, youâre here with your friends, I shouldnât have even bothered.â
âY/n, I donât care I wanna leave with you, letâs go,â He turned to his friends, not bothering to get closer as he began to wave, âIâm gonna call it a night guys, Y/nâs taking me home.â
âKook,â You couldnât help but whine. He just smiled, leading you out the club and you learned he wasnât kidding. He really was making you take him home in his own car, hoping itâd keep you from parting ways with him tonight.
âI didnât know it seemed like I was leading you on,â Jungkook said, almost sounding bitter at the thought of it. He slumped back in the passengerâs seat staring out at the dark city lights trying to process what you time him not too long ago.
You didnât say anything and that made him turn to you, âYouâre the one thatâd ditch me for that Namjoon guy.â
âI didnât ditch you, every single time you asked me about him and I tried telling you how it was, youâd stop me,â You reminded him, thinking back to every time heâd bring up someone else and ignore every time you told him it wasnât anything serious, âAnd how was I not supposed to think you were leading me on? One second you act like you want to kiss and the next youâre pushing me away.â
âIâm not saying youâre wrong about how I acted but it was because I was jealous. You knew I was jealous I just kept acting like I wasnât and look at where we are now. Youâre mad at me,â Jungkook shook his head, âAnd I want to kiss you. I think about kissing you all the time and that nightâthose nights⊠I regret not doing it but sometimes I canât read you.â
âI never know where your headâs at. One second youâre in my arms and I think thereâs something between us but then you⊠I donât know, I feel like you know Iâll always be around,â He admitted, looking out his window to avoid your sudden stare.
The rest of the ride was silent and though Jungkook could tell there was a lot on your mind you werenât saying any of it. He feels more assured now knowing that you felt the same way he did but itâs like going in circles talking about this. He just wants to get you in his arms and act like you both havenât made it more complicated than it needs to be.
When you parked his car in the lot of his apartment, you turned the engine off and turned to face him, confused on what to do now. Do you sleep over or get yourself a ride home? Jungkook had pushed his seat back to get more comfortable but now it felt like you were farther from him than he liked. You looked back to find him already staring at you. His eyes fell to the way you nervously licked your lips and he couldnât take it anymore.
The sound of his belt unbuckling caught you off guard you almost missed how he leant forward so suddenly you nearly pulled back. His lips collided with yours with such need that you met with equal eagerness. He slipped his hand down your hair toward your neckline keeping you from pulling back. Jungkook doesnât know how to describe the kiss.
It was good, better than he imagined but was it the kiss or just you? Was it the fact that was finally getting a taste of you? You leaned forward, bumping into the middle console to kiss him a little harder, tongues meeting in a wet, tender way that had you gasping lightly. If this was what was on your mind for so long, you now knew why. Kissing him felt good, felt different and you didnât want to stop.
âInside,â He tried to say between kisses but he found it hard to pull away. The word just came out in an airy whisper, struggling to find sound.
He pulled back with a small groan, hand in your hair and forehead pressed against yours as he tried to catch his breath, âLetâs go inside, please?â
Your small nod was enough for him to storm out of the car, rounding to your side and helping you out of the car, leading you up. Up the stairs he stopped every now and then to plant a small kiss on your shoulder or neck, arms around your waist.
âDonât like when youâre mad at me,â Jungkook said, unlocking his door and taking you in, âAnd I was jealous about Namjoon, so stupidly jealous because he texted you and I saw it on your phone anââ
âThereâs nothing going on between us,â You assured him, âAnd I was never mad at you. I thought you didnât want meââ
âCrazy, youâre crazy to think that,â Jungkook cupped your face in his hands, âYouâre the only one I want and Iâm sorry I didnât make it more clear.â
You smiled, arms around his neck as he hoisted you up so he could kiss you better and walk toward his living room, âMe too.â
He carried you to the couch, taking a seat and pulling you onto his lap with ease. You didnât hesitate to make yourself comfortable, leaning down to kiss him as his hands moved up your waist. He let you take the lead for a little bit, head tilted to the side when you kissed near his ear making a small smile appear on his face. His ears were sensitive and everyone knew that. Whenever you tried whispering something in his ear, heâd practically have to shove you away or itâd make goosebumps form on his skin. Now youâre kissing up his ear lobe and he was sinking into the couch pulling you with him.
A light frown left his lips when he felt you nip at his lobe with your teeth and his head fell forward, nearly bumping your shoulder making him tug on your neckline to kiss your exposed collarbone. You lifted his chin with a light finger touch and met him with a kiss. His hands slipped under your top, feeling along your smile like heâs done before. He likes to feel how warm you are under his fingertips, like to feel your natural curves. You liked the way his rough hands felt against your sides when he ran his hands up, nearly touching your chest before tracing them back down.
Jungkook couldnât hide his growing erection when you pressed down against his lap. It didnât help that you were licking along his bottom lip tugging on it with your teeth until you were tongue kissing. He sat straighter, hands itching to rip your top off. Heâs seen you in sultry outfits that made his head turn everytime and heâs interested to see what was under.
âKook,â You sighed softly, pulling away from the sloppy kiss to catch your breath. Your lips felt number and swollen and his did too. He was so damn kissable and you canât believe you havenât done this yet. What were you so worried about all this time? He looked at you with these spark in his eyes and lip between his teeth, hands around your waist and bulge pressed against you. You looked down at his lap, shifting back a little before grinding forward again. A deep groan caught in his throat when you did it and he looked at you hopefully.
âYouâre so hot,â Your hands ran along his lean shoulders down toward the bottom of his shirts and helped you yank it off of him without a second thought. Youâve seen him shirtless countless of times, in person and on the phone. Youâve felt his body when heâs rolled over in his sleep to cuddle and it doesnât ever leave your mind how attractive your friend is. You remember when he first started getting his tattoos done and when he first started boxing. He got so much stronger and his tattoos just got so much hotter.
You leaned forward, kissing softly against his neck, hands feeling up his abs and hip bucking into him. His hands guided your hips against him, hard dick feeling constricted in his jeans and when you kissed near his pecs he released a light moan.
âStop, youâre going to drive me insane if you donât,â He groaned, hands pulling on your top.
âYou want me stop?â You asked, grinding down on him. You were starting to feel needy and aroused. If he wanted you to stop, maybe you should before you take it too far.
âNo,â Jungkook finally yanked your top off you, catching your lips with his, tongue searching the inside of your mouth, âDonât want you to.â
His hands wandered south, inching up the small fitted skirt you wore tonight. Last time he saw you in something revealing was when youâd gone off to see Namjoon wearing a dress. He remembered eyeing you closely wishing you werenât leaving and wondering if youâd dressed up for someone else. Now youâre grinding down on him with your skirt bunch around your hips, bucking into him with a thin pair of panties on and it drove him insane. His jeans were in the way of letting him feel your head against him and he couldnât take it. A small squeal left your lips when he swiftly turned you to lie on the couch, trapped underneath him with your legs around his waist.
Jungkook kept his hardened dick in his pants, pressed between your spread legs as he kissed down your neck, leaving love bites behind while his hands began to trace your sides. You breathed heavily in anticipation when he tugged your bra down exposing your breasts over the cups and he didnât hesitate to keep going. His touch was eager as he licked between them, cupping your right boob with his hand while kissing the other. He sucked your hardened nipple into his, humping his erection against your clit. You released a small moan when he ran his tongue around your bud, lost in himself Jungkook groaned when you pulled on his hair softly.
You snuck a hand between your bodies and reached for his belt. The jeans felt rough against your wet panties but it also felt good to have something to bump into. In all honesty, you liked grinding against him but you need more.
Now.
Jungkook lifted his body up slightly, not bothering to break away from worshiping you in kisses and helped you unbuckle his belt.
âYou want it?â Jungkook asked in a husky whisper, throat sore and lust in his eyes. You nodded your head watching him sit back on his haunches, using his skilled fingers to undo it the rest of the way and tug the zipper down. He kicked them off without much or a care for the things on his coffee table and with his other hand, he held your hips, âSay it.â
A soft whine left your lips as you got the hint and turned onto your stomach, your head so close to the armrest of the couch and knees digging into the cushion below you. Youâve been in this living room a hundred times but never thought youâd be in this position. He pulled your panties down with ease, not bothering with the skirt as he pulled it up so it was around your waist and gave him a perfect view of what you looked like bent over. He couldnât help but place a hand on the round of your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
Jungkook was pathetically desperate for you and couldnât find it in himself to pull away enough to pull his briefs all the way down. Instead, he lowered them enough for his hard cock to spring free. You hadnât said anything yet, seemingly stuck in a lust filled daze, arms using the side of the couch for support. He could see the slick lining your pretty cunt and he needed to be closer. He lined his member up with your files, grinding against you and feeling your wetness coat his member in arousal.
You released a moan, arching your back into the couch and ass back on him, âI want it.â
His cock twitched with need when you said it in your usual whiny tone. The tone you use when you call him late at night because youâre bored or annoyed with him. Jungkook nodded his head even though you couldnât see him, he used a hand on your hips and the other in his length to catch the small hook of your entrance. You were so unbelievably wet that his dick was covered, it made guiding the tip of his cock against your wet pussy better.
âYouâre so wet, baby, fuck,â Jungkook groaned, palming your ass as you waited so prettily for him to just fuck you already.
He can tell you were getting impatient by the way you shook your hips side to side and he couldnât help but smile. Feeling warmth burst through his chest he leant over your body, resting his arm next to yours and kissed your neck. Without another word, he pressed his face against your hair and thrusted forward. With just the first thrust, you felt the stretch of your walls around his girth. It hurt for only a few seconds as you took him in and you lifted your head, stopped by how Jungkook hugged you from behind.
âOh,â You gasped turning your head to look at him and he caught your open lips with a tongue kiss that made you relax against him. It took him a moment before he pushed the rest of his length into your tight pussy with a grunt.
Once he felt you relax, he tried to sit back, thrusting into you with care trying to adjust. You pushed back against his length, meeting his thrusts until you caught a steady rhythm and Jungkookâs fingers dug into your hips, watching the way you looked as he fucked you from behind in his living room. You felt so good to him. Your walls tightened around him deliciously making his head tip back losing himself to the feeling. âRight there.â
At this angle with your back down and ass up, his dick felt your innermost walls clench, he felt the curve of your pelvis and your butt felt soft.
âFuck,â your head fell against the arm rest trying to keep up with your pace but he was bigger than you ever couldâve thought of. Youâve felt a hint of it before but to have him inside you making your body shiver with need it was hard to focus on your movements. Jungkook could feel you slow down as you felt the pleasure build up inside you. It brought him back to attention and with more assertive energy, he placed a hand on your ass and the other on your lower back, making sure you stayed in position so he could fuck you.
Your jaw dropped when his strokes changed making him reach deeper inside you. This position always made you feel dirty in a good way and left you a moaning mess, letting him slam his hips into you. Swear beaded his forehead, fucking you chasing his and your pleasure.
âSo good, so fucking good,â He groaned, arm circling around your waist and lowering more of his hips into you. The tip of his cock hit that good spot deep inside that made you want to clench your eyes shut.
âKoo,â You tried to get out more of his name but it was harder to hold yourself together, fucking back onto his dick with eagerness, needy whimpers leaving your lips. You pushed against the armrest trying to stand up a little, itching to be closer to him.
You didnât even need to tell him anything, he pulled your back against his chest until your were nearly sitting back on his dick, grinding against him, taking every inch he gave you. He placed a hand on your navel, keeping you flush to his body, dropping needy kisses on your neck knowing itâd leave love bites in their wake.
Your orgasm began to build up inside you, so close to popping and it made you a little more pliant to take whatever he gave you. You fucked yourself back onto him while his other hand groped your tits, listening to his whispers of need in your ear telling you how good youâre taking it.
âJust like that, cum for me,â Jungkook said with a deep rasp to his usual delicate tone. Itâs like he wanted to walk you through it and fuck, it was working.
The moment your cunt clamped down around his dick leaving him to hiss through gritted teeth, he knew you were going to cum. He let you fuck yourself to release, whining in his arms and legs shaking as he held you up.
He slowed his hips, keeping himself to the hilt inside you feeling the way your orgasm made your body tremble for him. Your pussy was dripping around his length and he was tracing soothing lines against your spine as you fell back to the couch trying to catch your breath, âGood girl.â
His words had a clear effect on you still as your pussy twitched, making him smile. He never took you as the type to like pet names but he knew you liked to be praised. Well, he knew you hated being scolded but usually you listened to him when he did. Now he knows praising you feels a lot better.
Jungkook sucked in a tight breath as he began to pull out his aching member, worried youâd be feel uncomfortable right now. The need to cum was so heavily set into his body but he wasnât stupid. He knew he wasnât wearing any protection and though thereâs a chance youâre taking anything, he wasnât going to risk losing himself inside you. A little whine left your lips as he slipped out and you couldnât help but look back at him with furrowed brows.
âYou good?â He asked with concern, caressing your side lovingly. You didnât say anything, turning to sit up and wrap your arms around him. He groaned when you rubbed against his cock on accident and you looked down at it immediately.
He caught your stare and smiled, âCan we finish this somewhere else? The couch is a little too smallâŠâ
You laughed, âThereâs more?â
You were teasing him and you both knew it which only made him roll his eyes playfully. With a swift move, he lifted you up, carrying you to the bathroom catching you by surprise, âYou didnât think we were done yet did you? What about me?â
âź
A MONTH LATER
âYou guys are so bad at hiding it,â Mirae said as she sat in the packed booth of your friends, all watching you hold hands under the table. You looked at her with feigned innocence, shoving Junhkookâs hand off your thigh.
âHiding what?â You asked, looking at everyone around. Taehyung sat on one end, Yoongi next to him, Jimin there and Mirae too. They all looked equally unimpressed but your act but it was somewhat funny.
Jungkook tried to hide a grin but he was so bad at it. He smiled at you warmly, âTold you.â
âItâs your fault, I bet we couldâve hid it a little longer if you didnât smile,â You tried to say but even you didnât believe yourself. Jungkook didnât even bother to look guilty as he broke out in a laugh. Yoongi chuckled, looking at the way Jungkookâs cheeks flushed red when you looked at him a little too long.
âI knew the second Y/n stopped coming to work all moody because she wasnât talking to Jungkook,â Jimin pointed out and Mirae agreed quickly.
Hoseok sighed, âI knew when Jungkook stopped giving me killer workouts at the gym. I almost broke my shoulder.â
âWhoa, Iâm a great personal trainer,â Jungkook put a hand to his chest, âDonât come at my profession.â
âIâm not, Iâm pointing out the fact that you were always moodier when you didnât see Y/n,â Hoseok argued.
Jungkook couldnât even deny it so he didnât try. Instead he place his hand back down on your thigh and leaned into you to share the dinner menu, âAre you gonna try something new? Youâre picky.â
âI might want to expand my horizons,â You looked over everything with a concentrated expression.
He raised an amused brow at you, surprised when the server came around and you actually did try something new. He let the others go before him and when it came to being his turn, he ordered your usual.
âAre you switching it up too?â The server asked, all too familiar with the two of you and your eating preferences.
âItâs in case she doesnât like it,â He admitted with a sly wink in your direction. You hit his arm playfully and turned toward your friends who glared at you grossly.
âIâm losing my appetite,â Jimin teased, looking at Mirae as she texted away on her phone, âYou?â
âKinda, I donât know, Jisoo just asked what Iâm doing,â Mirae said.
Jungkook looked up with slight interest. He tried not to be the jealous type but⊠Jisoo is friends with Namjoon. Heâs met the guy now and heâs not that bad but heâs also way taller than him with a bulkier physique.
âWhat is he doing? Tell him and his friends join us,â Jungkook said suddenly making her furrow her brows at him.
âHe wants to see Namjoon again, I think heâs got a little crush on him,â You told her, making him shrug.
âThe guy is built,â he said, âI just wanna know what pre-workout he takes.â
âAnd to think you spent all this time not liking him because you didnât like Y/n talking to him,â Taehyung said, feeling the need to bring up the awkward part. You glared at him but he only smiled mischievously.
âHey, letâs move on from that,â You said leaning against Jungkook who pulled you closer, âWeâre all just friends.â
âExcept you two, so can you just say youâre dating already and we can go on with the usual?â Yoongi asked impatiently.
âI thought you said we were bad at hiding it,â your boyfriend sat up, pulling you into his arms giving you a tight hug and looked at his friends, âBut fine, this is my best friend and girlfriend.â
âWhoa, I thought I was your best friend now. Y/n canât have both titles,â Taehyung scoffed, sitting up, âI practically brought you two together. I mean yeah I was fucked up that first night but once I caught on I was the one always inviting Y/n over.â
âIâm the one who told Jungkook to get his head out of the gutters and talk to Y/n,â Yoongi said with a raised finger to state a point.
âNot to join in on the fight but⊠I also tried getting Y/n to talk about Jungkook and drove her to JJâs the other night,â Jimin leaned forward to say and suddenly they were all arguing over who brought the two of you together.
It was stupid but friendly and it made you laugh with amusement.
âIâm not the jealous type, right?â Jungkook asked you as he thought about what Taehyung said earlier instead of their current banter, âI didnât care that you talked to Namjoon⊠I just, y'know I didnât want you to like him, thereâs a difference.â
His face looked confused in a surprisingly cute way for your motorcycle riding, tattoo covered boyfriend and it made you smile. âOf course youâre not the jealous type.â
Jungkook smiled back warmly, leaning into you for a quick kiss.
When your food arrived you regretted ordering it just like he knew you would and he switched you plates like he knew he would. Aside from the obvious displays of affection nothing else changed for the two of you. Or at least you donât think it did.
He still came over whenever he felt like it and you bothered him at any hour of the day. When he wasnât sleeping in your bed trying to keep you from going to work he was checking his phone for a text from you throughout the day.
Youâre not sure if itâs because he was your friend first but your relationship with Jungkook was a perfect mix of love and affection with ease and playfulness.
Your best friend was the one for you and heâd been right in front of you the whole time.
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NO PART TWO
two fics in two months??? who do I think I am đ
honestly I kinda liked this friendly little vibe. I wanted more angst but idkkk. they kinda gave toxic but not like super hide red flag toxic. theyâre in their twenties yall đ
Iâm preparing for this angsty yandere fic for Taehyung so I wanted to something a little softer, slice of life vibe
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protective | rafe cameron
pairing - rafe cameron x gf!reader
warnings - none (maybe topper and kelce in general...)
summary - you hurt yourself. topper and kelce think it's funny until rafe immediately goes to check on you and snaps at them, shutting them up.
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laughter cuts through the room as you stumble over a pair of shoes topper had left in the doorway, immediately falling forward and colliding with the ground.
âshit, you good y/n?â topper teases, nudging kelce between chuckles.
kelce smirks, trying badly to conceal his amusement, âthat looked like it hurt.â
a blush rises to your cheeks as rafe rushes over to you, helping you up and noticing the way you wonât put any weight on one foot.
âshut up. sheâs hurt herself you assholes.â rafe snaps, keeping his hands on your hips to keep you steady.
topper and kelceâs laughter comes to a halt as they watch how soft and caring he turns within seconds. his expression shifts from annoyance to worry when his eyes meet yours again.
ârafe, baby, no iâm fine. just let me get a drink and iâll be back upstairs, promise.â you insist, wincing slightly when you stand up properly.
he shakes his head, not convinced, âdonât act like youâre not in pain sweetheart, just wanna check youâre okay.â
âbut itâs just my ankle-â
âi donât care,â rafe interrupts, âtopper get some ice or peas or something. then get your shit and leave. you too kelce.â
topperâs jaw drops slightly, really not thinking it was such a big deal. but, when it came to you, anyone who upset you or disrespected you soon became rafeâs enemies, so topper knew better than to anger his friend anymore.
a few minutes later, youâre sat on the couch while rafe kneels in front of you holding a bag of frozen peas to your ankle, soothing the pain.
âleave.â rafe reminds them, nodding his head towards the door.
âweâre going.â kelce says, holding his hands up in surrender.
you give them a smile, a way of saying âno hard feelingsâ. rafe, however, doesnât even acknowledge them until the front door closes.
âfucking assholes.â he mumbles to himself.
âhey, iâm fine. stop being so hostile.â you sass, before you lean forward to cup his cheek, âthank you for looking after me.â
his shoulders drop and his head gently nuzzles into your hand, a kiss being placed to your thumb as it runs over his lips.
âsorry,â he whispers, âjust love you too much. canât deal with you being hurt.â
âi love you, but really, iâm okay. it's just an ankle."
after confirming you âreally are okayâ, at least another ten times, rafe finally settles into the couch cushions next to you, letting you pick something to watch together.
the sun highlights the blue of his eyes when he stares down at you, loving smile adorning his face. youâre oblivious to his staring until his lips brush your hairline.
âwhat?â you ask, looking up to meet his gaze through your lashes.
âyouâre so beautiful.â
a giggle escapes you and somehow, his smile gets even bigger.
âyouâre not so bad yourself cameron.â
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mma!bakugo who just so happens to train at the gym that you part-time at on the weekends (front desk stuff, bookkeeping, etc) and has always been a bit scary from afar bc he's got this constant scowl as if he's got a bone to pick with just about anyone and anything who crosses his path, but his coach (also ur boss) assures you that he's a big softie once you get to know him. you tell him in no uncertain terms that you think you're good, thanks.
mma!bakugo who's always the first one in and the last one out on your shifts, who's got shit manners but always holds the door open for you and sometimes you swear you can catch him watching you as you go about cleaning some of the equipment but goes tomato red whenever you catch him in the act and immediately yeets off to work on drills for about half an hour before he'll glance at you again.
mma!bakugo who doesn't know how good he looks when he's wiping sweat from his chin or chugging water from his massive 2-liter water bottle, a trickle of cold water dripping down his chin to run down his neck, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulps down the water, smacking his lips as he wipes his mouth on the back of his bandaged hand; doesn't notice the way that every girl (and a lot of the guys tbh) are staring at him, but he'll glance towards where he saw you last, standing helping a new guy sign up for the gym membership, smiling and laughing, and he knows it's what you're supposed to do but it doesn't stop the way his gut twists or the way he goes way too hard at the punching bag, hard enough for his coach to hike an eyebrow and ask what's gotten into him today? it's not like him to "lose control" like this
mma!bakugo who never calls you by your name where other ppl can hear, always says like "hey sweetcheeks, can you hand me a water?" or "dollface, can you do me a favor?" and you'd always roll your eyes and remind him that "that's not my name, bakugou-kun," even as you're doing whatever thing he asked for anyway.
mma!bakugo who keeps quiet and watches when a guy tries to hit on you (unsuccessfully) bc he knows you can handle yourself, but the moment the guy reaches out to try and put hands on you, he's on his feet, stalking across the gym to shove his way between the pair of you like "oi. she ain't interested." and by now, everyone's gone quiet, their eyes trained on him and the guy and you; the guy sizes bakugou up, puffing out his chest for a second, but the next, he seems to notice the thick cords of muscles braiding down bakugou's arms, the expertly wrapped knuckles on both his hands, and he puts two and two together fast enough to know that this really isn't a fight he should be picking.
so he scoffs and makes as if he weren't ever really that interested anyway, turning around and muttering beneath his breath that you weren't even that pretty to begin with.
"thanks," you say, but bakugo just frowns and cocks his head.
"don't let anyone talk to you like that, got it?" and there's still that signature grit to his voice, the sharpness to his eyes, but something about it is different today -- it's ever so slightly softer than he usually is. he opens his mouth like he's about to say something more but pauses at the last second and turns around, shoulders a little hunched, and you could swear you can see the tips of his ears go red.
mma!bakugo who, after you get him an omamori from a shrine visit that says "certain victory", can only stare down at his, mouth open, a lil speechless, until he looks up to find you blushing just as hard as he is, purses his lips, clears his throat and glances off towards the side, tucking the charm into his training shorts like "thanks. now i've really got no excuse huh."
mma!bakugo who when he wins (as you knew he would), throws up his hand, the charm you gave him clutched in his palm, catches your eye in the crowd, smirks and jerks his head; when you squeeze your way up to the barrier, he boops your nose with a gloved hand before tugging it off with his teeth, letting it drop to the ground, bending down so his eyes are level with yours, his chest still heaving, his skin flushed from the recent fight, there's a cut on his lip and a bruise blossoming high on his right cheek but neither of you seem to care -- all he can see is you.
he tugs on a loose strand of hair, cocks his head, you smile and glance at the omamori clutched in his hand and say, "guess the lucky charm really worked."
mma!bakugo who hikes an eyebrow at your words before his eyes track down to your lips and he sighs, leaning against the soft barriers, not caring that there are just about seven different cameras trained on the pair of you right now, runs a finger down your jawline till he can tip your chin back --
"or..." his voice is just a little hoarse, his normally bright eyes dark, his pupils nearly completely blown out, a total eclipse of the usual ruby red of his gaze --
"maybe my lucky charm is just you."
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IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE! â GOJO SATORU
SYNOPSIS...you and gojo get into a fight after realizing that heâs been hiding something about your relationship the entire time
INFO...gojo x fem!reader, angsty, arguing, breaking up(?), not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
You slam the door to the penthouse, your heels clicking against the mahogany floors with each step. You toss your purse on the couch, hearing Gojo opening the front door and shutting it quickly. âBaby, please just listen to me.â He pleads, following after you.
âI donât wanna hear your bullshit excuse, Satoru.â You roll your eyes, plopping down on the edge of the bed to relieve your sore feet of the heels youâve been wearing all night to your boyfriends opening event heâs been planning for months now.
âIâm not trying to make excuses. Please.â He walks over towards you and toss your heel at him. âStop throwing shit and just talk to me!â
âYou donât get to tell me what to do!â You stand to your feet, glaring daggers at him. âDo you know how embarrassing that was for me? God, youâre a fucking asshole.â You seethe, narrowing your eyes. âI sat there all alone, while you let some woman feel up on you the entire night? Are you out your fucking mind?â You scoff.
âSheâs just an old friend, y/n. I swear I didnât mean to make you feel that way.â He shakes his head at you, grabbing onto your arms tightly.
âOh, yeah? So I when I came up and introduced myself as your girlfriend none of your friends were looking at me like I was crazy? I know weâve been only together for a year, Satoru, but thatâs fucking low.â You pull away from him. âThey didnât even know who I was. Then you got miss prissy bitch clearly flirting with you in front of me and you didnât do a damn thing to stop it!â You brush past him, stomping over towards the bathroom.
âSlow down, y/n! Babyââ
âIâm not your fucking âbabyâ, Satoru.â You gather all of your products from the bathroom, from your makeup and skincare to your clothes and shampoo.
âStop for just one second.â He spins you around so youâre facing him. âDonât leave. I swear youâre the only girl for me. I know I fucked up, I know I did. I embarrassed you, made you look stupid and I am so fucking sorry. But please do not leave.â He cups your face gently and his touch feels so inviting, but you canât forgive him that easily. âI only want you. I only need you.â
You look up at him through your lashes, swallowing thickly as you bite the inside of your cheek. âShouldâve thought about that when you let her kiss your cheek and you smiled at her. Right in front of me. Get the fuck off of me.â You push him, rushing to grab your bag from the closet.
Gojo lets out a tired sigh, following you. He wasnât going to let you go. Not like this. âI shouldnât have let her near me.â
âWhy was she so comfortable with being that close to you, huh?â You question, furrowing your brows as you turn to look at him. âNow that I think about it. Let me guess, you two were more than just friends.â You stand to your feet, snatching your clothes off the hangers and shoving them into your bag. He looks at you, opening his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. And from the look in his eyes, you already knew the truth. A bitter laugh leaves your lips, shaking your head in disappointment.
âIt was before you! Before us! We never dated it was just a small thing between me and her!â He tried to explain. âBaby, I swear! Once I met you, everything changed. I cut her off and focused all my attention on you. Youâre the only who has my heart.â He grabbed your wrist only for you to pull away.
âClearly I ainât the only who whoâs got your dick, though.â You slam the closet door shut, turning your back towards him.
âDonât say that, y/n. Thatâs the first time Iâve seen her in years!â
âYeah? Well all your friends sure know about her. She mustâve been great in bed, Satoru. Me? Well, they looked at me like I was a fucking ghost!â You scoff. âLike I was some delusional bitch who came up to you and said I was your girlfriend!â You throw your hands up in disbelief. âYou must take me for fucking joke. It must be written on my forehead or something!â
âI donât take you for a joke! Youâre my goddamn girlfriend. You live with me. You have my initial around your fucking neck! I love you and you know that!â He takes a step towards you.
âDo I know that?â You ask aloud, cocking your head to the side.
âWhatâof course I love you. What the fuck are you saying?â He looked at you with pure confusion.
âYouâre a joke. One of your friends, Shoko, pulled me aside and told me the only reason you got with me is because your little fling ended up getting a boyfriend herself around the time we started dating. Youâre a piece of shit.â You revealed the truth to him, watching him stare at you blankly, lost for words. âThink I wouldnât find out?â You ripped off the necklace with his initial, tossing it at him.
âYes, I was upset that she got a boyfriend butââ
âSo you had feelings for her. And just to cover them up, you got with me as a distraction.â You step closer towards him. âListen to me, Satoru, donât ever try and contact me again, keep whatever fucking gifts you bought me and return them, sell them, do whatever because I am done,â you spoke through gritted teeth.
âNo, no, no, baby. You canât leave me. Yea I liked her before, but so fucking what? I was never in love with her, not like I am with you. I was too fucking stupid. I still am! Just give me another chance to fix this. I donât want us to end this way.â He grabs your packed bag from your hands and tosses it on the bed.
âLet me go, Satoru.â
âNo,â he shakes his head, âI canât. Youâre everything to me. Sheâs nothing compared to you.â He sniffles, holding your hands in his. âI love you so much and Iâm so sorry I didnât tell you the truth. Iâm sorry I embarrassed you. And Iâm sorry for entertaining the idea that she could even come close to you. She canât.â His hands cupped your face, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited to hear any words from you.
You reached up, pulling his hands away from your face. âBye, Satoru.â You walked past him, grabbing your bag off of the bed. As much as it hurt to leave, you knew you had to respect yourself. Time and space was what you needed to think. With each step out the door, you could hear Gojoâs sobs, something youâve never heard before in the year youâve been with him. For the strong, flashily and confident man he is, you never once thought youâd see or him break down. Especially not for you.
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I feel like it's important to know he's a crime investigator and zombie hunter BECAUSE he's a priest. He's a priest for the god of death, so these jobs are all deeply intertwined. It's a really well-done fantasy take on the detective priest trope AND its spooky
please read the witness for the dead because the protagonist is a priest and a crime investigator AND a zombie hunter. he's dirt poor. he carries his guilt like a little package. he feeds his neighborhood cats. he's so tired. he daily drinks his body weight in tea. he's put on trial by ordeal. he's even gay
#and his backstory is genuinely gut wrenching in a way that really resonates as a queer person#he has this discomfort with being queer that really resonated with me#he isnt in denial or trying to change#but he also isnt allowing himself to live and a lot of that is from having been burned in the past#but you also never really get the feeling that he's like. accepting of himself#it seems more like he's resigned to being gay#(marnas is the in-universe word i believe)#idk ive been there and i really hope we see him heal further as the series progesses
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(Lavender Marriage au: Poly 141 x married reader where they donât know you and your gay bestfriend married just for the Benefits and they see your husband/bestfriend âcheatingâ on you)
Your parents are traditional and are pressing you for marriage. Your bestfriend, on the other hand, is gay and in a secret relationship and the heir of a successful family business, but his parents are homophobic.
In hindsight, itâs extremely easy for the both of you to decide to get married and move far away, buying a nice plot of land and a big enough house to have rooms for you, for your husband and his boyfriend, and for you and your husband for whenever the parents decide to visit.
Honestly, the townspeople suck; you donât trust any of them not to snitch or to not be spies, so unfortunately you keep yourself happy with toys you order with your happy bestfriendâs money and flash that ring on your finger often enough no one ever questions your husbandâs many, many trips.
You donât mind much; a big, comfy house where you have everything you could want, no worried, far away from your parents. All you have to do is keep up the pretense of being a dutiful, happy wife, and everything will be well.
Until the abandoned house next to yours is bought by four of the most handsome military men you think youâve ever seen. You donât know theyâve bought it and are renovating it themselves until Kyle comes over to ask for a few glasses of water-
âSorry to bother you, Maâam. Weâve just begun renovations and the plumbingâs not fixed it.â
It takes every ounce of your self-control not to call him handsome while you fetch him some icy cold water.
The other men are just as handsome too- calling you Maâam, bonnie, sweetheart in those sexy british and scottish accents. Too bad, they are very respectful. For once, that ring on your finger is getting in your way.
So unfortunately, you resign yourself to waving to them whenever you see them, and spying on them from your porch, lemonade in hand and ogling those handy muscles glistening from sweat and working hard.
(They like you, too. So much. You look fucking gorgeous to them, all pretty sundresses and delicate jewelry and so sweetly fussing over them while they work, bringing them cookies and sandwiches and drinks and your pretty eyes just glancing at them through your lashes. You make the renovations so much harder because they have to take breaks.
But you are taken, the ring a proof of that, and you seem quite content with your life. They meet your husband too and for all that they wish he wasnât there, they can see that you two are happy.
Until they see your husband kissing another man. In your home. Cheating on you.
And suddenly, they know they have a chance.)
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It doesn't take long to settle into the rhythm of your new summer job. Or: the babysitter x single dad au
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Sweat beads on your brow as summer approaches its zenith. Its hottest point. You splurge on an iced caramel latte from the gas station on the way over and pick one up for John as well. Your arm is already stretched out when he opens the front door to let you in, offering it to him.Â
âI, uhâŠthought you might want one as well,â you explain, stuttering through your words. Crumbling under his amused expression.Â
You crave it though. His approval. That fond smile that seems reserved especially for you. The rare murmured good girl, his hand sometimes coming down to ruffle your hair. Even the memory of it makes your breath get lodged in your throat. You covet every crumb of it.
He takes the iced latte from you though before heading out for the day. Gift received. Even squeezes your shoulder in thanks before he shuts the door behind him, and you manage to keep from swooning until you hear his car pull out of the driveway.Â
You stand by the window with the baby pressed to your chest for so little that you canât blame when a little fist tugs at your hair.Â
âSorry, lovie,â you whisper into his fuzzy hair. Inhale deeply.Â
Itâs not as though youâre starved for things to do. Were Johnâs son a few years older, you might have your work cut out for you, but thereâs still plenty to do around the house even when you put the baby down for his morning nap. You save the vacuuming for when baby is awake and youâre not in danger of hearing him suddenly start crying through the baby monitor, but you dust and fold laundry and start the dishwasher and take the recycling out and by the time the baby is ready for lunch, youâve already broken a light sweat.Â
Let no one tell you that babysitting is a walk in the park.
That being said, you do put the baby in his stroller for a walk in the park after lunch.Â
The park isnât terribly far from Johnâs house, so coupled with the short path around the park and the walk back, youâll get a good amount of steps in today without risking the baby being late for his mid afternoon nap.Â
Itâs hard to not have an accidental, forbidden thought. Something like I wonder if anyone thinks Iâm the babyâs mom when you push the stroller past a group of moms gathered together near the jungle gym, their kids sprinting on wobbly legs and climbing like dexterous little wildlings.Â
Those thoughts are dangerous though, best kept under wraps. Clandestine. Because once you start having those thoughts, they never really go away; they just get relegated to a part of your brain that switches on when the lights go off and you think about what it must have been like to carry a baby in your stomach for nine months.Â
Youâre in danger, girl, a small voice in your head warns you. Itâs hard to hear her clearly these days.Â
John comes earlier for once, around midday. It takes you by surprise. You jump when the door opens, the sound ricocheting off the walls like a gunshot and, in that same second, a wave of terror and rage washes over you, your heart already racing at the thought of someone breaking in while itâs just you and the baby home. You spring to your feet, hands already trembling by your sides, and then his familiar shape walks into the room, boots still on and all.
He pauses when he sees your shoulders slump with relief.Â
âSorry,â you breathe, heart still racing. âI thought you wereâŠâ Your voice trails off towards the end because you donât know how to say it without sounding silly.Â
His eyes cut to the baby in the bouncy chair behind you, your body still stood protectively in front of him, and then they soften.Â
âNo, thatâs on meâshouldâve given you a ring before I left,â he says, a light apology in his voice. He throws his keys into the bowl in the foyer before stalking towards you. You stare up at him wide eyed, only blinking when he ruffles your hair before bypassing you to go pick up his son.Â
âHowâs my baby?â he asks, pressing a kiss to the babyâs milksoft cheek, and your heart spins and cartwheels in your chest. All sorts of tricks that keep you rooted in place, unable to manage a single word. âYou been good today?â
Iâve been good, you almost croak out, the words on the tip of your tongue. You swallow. Force them back down. Youâre not his baby.Â
Another dinner invitation that you canât turn down. Not because it wouldnât be polite but because you couldnât muster up the will to refuse even if you really did have plans. Lucky that you donât.Â
When he puts the baby down to sleep for the night, you linger by the door, sure youâre a platitude or two away from being shown out for the night. John calls your name from the kitchen though, drawing you deeper into the house again.Â
âGo put something on,â he instructs when you idle under the archway of the door. With his back to you, you canât make out the expression on his face, leaving you no choice but to gawp at the undulation of his shoulder muscles as he washes out the dishes before stacking them in the dishwasher. âYou want something to drink?â
âJust, uhââ you rasp, clearing your throat. âJust juice, thanks.â
You canât settle on anything to stream, nothing perking your interests; or maybe youâre just too antsy to make an informed decision on what to watch right now.Â
There are other things to worry about. Like John moving around in the other room or the way your denim shorts ride up when you sit down, bunching up at the crotch. You make an attempt to lift your hips and pull them back down as much as you can, but you panic and abort your plan when John comes into the room, embarrassed at the thought of being caught readjusting yourself.Â
The cushion under you bounces slightly when John drops himself down onto the couch beside you, the motion making your shorts ride up even more. You wince when the seam presses tight against your clit, on the edge of mildly painful and turning you on.Â
âHere, sweetheart,â he says, putting his own drink down on the coffee table before handing you your glass of juice.Â
âThanks,â you bleat, taking a sip almost instantly to mask the look on your face, afraid heâll read the panic there and press for details.Â
He sits closer than usual, as he always does these days. Itâs not something you ever discuss. It just seems to happen. Slowly, like ice sheets drifting over water. One day youâre sitting on opposite sides of the couch and the next heâs all up in your space, thigh to thigh with you while the living room goes dark and the TV glows, the reflection throbbing against the glass. An ever-flickering light that illuminates the side of his head when you peer up at him.
Your tongue rests against the roof of her mouth, dry; sparing.
With his arm resting on the back of the couch over your shoulder, the scent of him is almost smothering. Each inhale makes your head spin. If you were to tilt your head to the side, youâd be level with his armpit, his scent strongest there, and that thought spins in your head like a merry-go-round until someone in the movie youâre supposed to be watching shouts, dragging your attention back to it.Â
âChrist, these are little, huh?â John grunts, suddenly reaching over to pinch the frayed ends of your shorts between his fingers. âThis what the kids these days are wearing?âÂ
You donât know how to respond to that. Your bodyâs so hot that you feel like youâre swimming in heat, sweat prickling at your hairline and on the back of your neck.Â
âI-itâs hot out,â you stutter, your whole body suddenly hot. With how high your shorts have ridden up, his fingers are precariously close to your core, just a hairsbreadth from skimming up your inner thigh and brushing against your folds, now plump and sensitive.Â
You wonder if he can make out the outline of your pussy from underneath your shorts. They hug into the seam of your legs, pinching the skin of your inner thighs. You donât dare glance down.Â
He hums, pulling his hand away and you stare wide eyed at the television in front of you when you shift and the glide between your legs tells you just how wet you are. Sitting on the couch next to your boss twice your age with a wet pussy.Â
You lean forward to try and readjust, masking the movement by reaching blindly for your glass on the coffee table at the same time. You must pick up the wrong glass by accident though because when you go to lift it to your lips, Johnâs hand stops you, fingers curling around yours and easily tugging the glass away from your mouth.Â
âNo, baby, thatâs mine; bit young for a drink, arenât you?â John chuckles, eyes squinting with his smile.Â
âIâm legal,â you frown, pouting.Â
He acts like that sometimes; like he doesnât keep track of how old you are.Â
âAll right, but only a sip, got it?â he cautions, handing you the glass.Â
You donât know why you take it. You wouldâve been better admitting to your mistake and putting the glass back down.Â
He chuckles when you wince on your sip, nearly spitting it up. Horrifically embarrassing because itâs not like youâve never had a drink before. Youâve gone out for drinks plenty of times with friends.Â
âYeah,â he rasps, taking the glass from you and flicking his knuckle against your bottom lip as he does. âThatâs what I thought.â
And it happens again and again. Head resting on his shoulder when you drift off on the couch before he shakes you awake. In the grocery store, he comes up behind you while youâre pushing the cart and puts his arms around to steer you down another aisle, his broad chest pressed against your back.Â
You hold your tongue. Bite off and chew the words. Because itâs nothing; itâs innocent. Youâve known from the get-go that John is more of a man of action than words. If anything, youâre the one reading too much into things. Little touch-starved girl from the bad side of town. Itâs not his fault that you preen when he praises you; that you bunt your head against his hand when he ruffles your hair. Every drop of affection soaked up, savoured. Nourishing your heart and your soul. So lonely, so wanting. All those years holed up on your own, no warm body in the bed beside you.Â
Then John Price waltzed in and you expected to keep everything sealed up tight in your chest.
So itâs no wonder you gorge yourself on his touch and hope he doesnât notice the way you lean into it. The rabbit-quick beat of your heart. Your want simmering under your skin, a disgusting, base thing desperate for gentleness.Â
You wonder if he sees the same thing when he looks at you.
In the heat of summer, John invites you to join him and the baby for a weekend at the beach in Portugal.
You only say yes because itâs the dog days of summer. At the beach, thereâll be umbrellas to sit under and beer coolers of cold drinks and the ice cold Atlantic to swim in. Plus, youâve had little opportunity in your life to travelâyouâve barely stepped foot in France, never mind Portugal. But John has friends with a house in the Algarve that have graciously offered him the week, so who are you to say no to such a thoughtful gesture?Â
The only reason you consider not going is because you canât shake the sense of foreboding.Â
âBaby, can you get my back?â John asks when you arrive at the beach the first day of your trip, and when you turn back to him, you have to act quick to catch the sunscreen lobbed your way.Â
Thatâs how you find yourself kneeling in the sand behind him, rubbing sunscreen on his back. His shoulders flex under your hands, and you can feel the muscle bunching and relaxing with each swipe across his shoulder blades. The worst is when you get to his low back. Johnâs groans are obscenely loud, guttural rumblings from the back of his throat. Ravenous.Â
âOkay, thatâs everything,â you chirp, rubbing the excess off on your thighs.Â
âGood,â John says, twisting around. âNow itâs your turn.â
Your eyes widen.
âWaitâI donât need toââ
You donât know quite how he manages it, but a couple minutes later, you find yourself lying flat on your stomach on your beach towel, John squirting a good amount of sunscreen onto the middle of your back. All you get as a warning is the sunscreen bottle tossed to the ground beside your head before two big hands come down to your back to massage the cream into your skin.Â
Thereâs nowhere for you to go when John throws a leg over your hips to straddle you. He holds the majority of his weight off you, but despite his best efforts, you can still feel his dick against your ass, his loose swim shorts doing nothing to hold him in place.Â
He doesnât ask for permission before undoing the knot holding your bikini top together, one quick pull and then the garment loosens around your chest. You can feel the fabric pool around you on the towel.Â
âJohn, youââ you start, almost coming up onto your elbows before realizing that your top wonât be coming with you if you do.Â
âJust gotta make sure I get your whole back, baby,â he reassures you, both hands gliding up your back to curve around your shoulders before dragging back down. âWonât be more than a minute.â
Itâs no use calling him out on the lie because thereâs nothing you could do even if you did.
With hands as big as his, his fingers canât help brushing the sides of your tits every time he smooths his hands down your back. You bite your lip nearly raw to keep from letting your moans escape, toes curling in the sand underneath you and thank god John is facing the other way or else your arousal would be clear as day to him. The gusset of your bathing suit is already damp and you havenât even gotten in the water yet.Â
His hands drag up and down your back, lathering the lotion into your skin, massaging it into the muscle. Each pass of his hands making your eyes roll back, breath coming out in choppy pants. Tweaking when the palms of his hands easily encompass your shoulders, nearly tickling under your arms.
âThere we go. All done,â he announces, jolting you out of the lustful fog youâd slipped into during his ministrations.Â
âAll good?â you ask, a touch breathy.Â
âMhm,â John rumbles, smoothing a hand up your back one last time, just to double check. Only clenching your fists until the skin around your knuckles tighten keeps you from shuddering at his touch. âLemme justââÂ
Your throat constricts when you feel him reknot the back of your bikini top, fingers quick and deft for their size. Heâs tied knots before. Itâs better not to let that thought sink in too deep.Â
Turning over onto your back takes a near insuperable amount of energy, the rest wrung from your body by the hands now preoccupied with readjusting his shorts.Â
âYou alright if I take him for a swim?â John asks, holding his squirming son against his bare chest.Â
You wave him off, a hand coming up to shield your eyes from the sun.Â
You canât help but stare at his ass as he walks away, practically mesmerised. In the water, he wades up to his knees with his son still cradled in one arm. The ocean water laps at his shins, dappled with light, low waves in the distance scintillating at their peaks. The ends of his swim shorts cling to his legs as the water leaches into the fabric.Â
Trying to keep your eyes off him is a losing game, not when Johnâs clad in nothing more than a pair of swim trunks, broad shoulders and chest on display, and now your hands tingle with the memory of how they felt rubbing suntan lotion over his skin. His trunks are pulled taut around thick thigh muscles, just barely loose enough to keep from being indecent.Â
The panic returns when you catch some nearby women ogling him, one angling her body towards him like sheâs considering walking over, and thatâs when your heart beats too fast and you stumble to your feet, leaving your beach towel and umbrella behind to go join John in the water.Â
âHey sweetheart,â he greets when youâre only a few steps away, shivering when the cold water touches your feet. âMissed us, did ya?â
He reels you in with his free arm, pulling you into his side before transferring the baby into the cradle of your arms. Doesnât even flinch when your breast is pressed against his side, as if itâs nothing out of the ordinary. As if your cheek wasnât nearly flush with the pelt of dark hair growing in whorls on his chest, your eye level with a dark, flat nipple.Â
The girls hovering nearby scrunch their noses up when they notice you snuggled up against Johnâs chest. Assuming you must be someone special for him to be holding you that way; like a girlfriend or a wifeâ
You choke off the rest of that thought before it can take root.Â
The rest of the trip is no better. Youâre a right mess made worse by the cloying heat and the forced proximity. At the restaurant, John pulls your chair out for you and then sits right beside you, arm resting on the back of your chair while he talks, cologne clotting the air around you. Heâs popular wherever he goesâeasy candour and winsome smile able to make anyone, from the servers to the other patrons, want to get to know him better.Â
All you can do is bask in the radiance; a sun in the middle of any room.Â
Back at the house, you sleep in the other room, only a single, flimsy wall between your room and Johnâs. The walls are so thin that you can hear every groan and snore and snuffle, head ringing with his sounds until you fall asleep and they permeate your dreams instead.Â
At seven in the morning, you wake to the sound of him rolling over in his bed, the mattress squeaking under his weight, and taking himself in hand. The sound of flesh against flesh; the groans bitten off too late for you not to catch them, sweat beading on your hairline as you stare at the white wall and picture John on the other side, big chest panting with his breaths as he tugs on his cock. You listen until his final groan, fingers petting at your clit until you have no choice but to turn your head into your pillow to muffle your sobs.Â
As best as you try to put it out of mind, you canât meet his eyes at breakfast.Â
You flinch when the same hand that he mustâve used to jerk himself off comes down onto the top of your head when John goes to refill his mug of coffee. âSleep well last night?â he asks, deep voice still coated in sleep.Â
âNot bad,â you whisper.Â
Shivering when he drops his hand to the junction between your shoulder and your neck and gives it a squeeze.
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