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you told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame.

closeted/in denial abby anderson x reader

pt.2 here: all mine

tags: internalized homophobia, smut, cheating, tw:owen, fingering (aa!receiving), lowkey sub!aa

A/N: we do not condone cheating here! unless it’s on owen fuck that asshole. sorry i disappeared for 100 years!! hope this is half-decent enough to make up for it. working on reqs i promise!!!! i love you all my sweet angels <333

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it was undeniable— the tension, between you and abby anderson. your queer sexuality was common knowledge amongst the WLF base, and your reputation as a womanizer quite contributory to the hot topic. on the complete opposite of the spectrum stood abby: top soldier, with the highest leading score in kills, and most importantly, dutiful girlfriend to owen moore.

where she stood on the line of homosexuality was made evidently clear. from the way she scoffed under her breath at the sight of your marked-up one night stands, to her weekly mornings at the base’s sunday service, you had found an almost masochistic pleasure in ticking her off to your best efforts.

you would catch yourself throwing offhand comments towards your latest hookups when she was in ears range. “my dick’s better than any man’s, isn’t that right, baby?”

in the mere corner of your peripheral vision you would see abby’s jaw tighten, gaze hard as she refused to look your way— her own sort of defiance to your antics. a haughty smirk threatened to break across your face. you couldn’t exactly place your finger on as to why you were so enamored with her understated reactions, rather than focused on the pretty, blushing girl in front of you. it became a thrill you craved insatiably, and built up as a wall between you two over the years, bound to come tumbling sooner or later.

~

mid-summer now, the longer days and better hunt called for a compulsory celebration. wlf’s central lounge was buzzing with drunken chatter and alight with the golden hue of mini lamp lights.

your childish bickering with abby hadn’t lessened up any bit, and to much of your delight, had begun to stir up more volatile reactions of hers as they’ve persisted.

you sat across her now, separated by only a couple foot’s distance and a beer bottle, which lay empty and flat on its side.

“spin the bottle? what are we, twelve?” abby scoffed at the idea.

she sat crisscrossed, forearms resting atop her legs, muscles straining against her tight grey shirt, and you couldn’t help but wonder how she, the very picture of masc, was so adamantly straight.

“aw, scared, anderson?” you grinned devilishly.

she physically recoiled, as if the very thought of being intimidated by someone like you burned her mind. haughty self satisfaction coursed through your veins, sick pleasure in knowing you could get under her skin so easily. running your eyes salaciously down her figure, you watched as she shifted nervously. cute.

“es solo un juego, abby,” manny says, shrugging.

“whatever,” she replies, “just get on with it.”

as the rounds go by, you can’t help but take note of the way abby awkwardly averts her gaze from whichever two lucky partakers kiss, no matter the duo. scoffing, she teasingly mouths ‘pendejo’ after manny stupidly grins into his third kiss of the night. you watch her smile disappear in a brief second when the your turn arises.

eye contact unwavering, you stare down abby as the bottle whirls around, waiting for it to select its next target. you can’t quite understand why your heart feels like it’s racing out of your chest the closer the bottlehead gets to nodding the blonde’s direction.

it inches closer. slower now.

a person away— and it stops.

…on the pretty girl next to abby.

abby releases a harsh breath you didn’t realize she was holding, chest rising slowly as she catches some air. you blink.

you cross the short distance between the two of you crawling, abby eyeing you down, before swerving your course of action in the last moment to land yourself in front of the girl next to her. without a moment’s hesitation you tug her in for a kiss, or no, multiple kisses as you tongue the girl down hungrily. she groans into it with a matched eagerness, desperate to get a dose of your infamous mouth.

your eyes flicker open between kisses, expecting to get an eyeful of the top of the blonde’s head, but you’re met with quite the opposite. the piercing stare of none other than abby anderson sends a chill down your spine. her breath hitches— she looks like she’s been fucking caught. and as tempting as the girl in front of you is, you can’t tear your gaze away from her.

you begin to dominate what is now a full-blown makeout session, eyes darkened, breaths unsteady, hands pulling. she just watches, bound to the floor. you watch her watch. and you want her to want it.

you pull away with a final tug on the girl’s bottom lip, feeding off the way abby’s eyes follow the action. someone wolf-whistles in the background, but, even flustered now, you can’t shake the undeniable tension between yourself and abby.

the rhythmic thumping of blood rushing through your skull acted rather as a barrier between your awareness and the continuing rounds. thankfully, you were left as a mere onlooker, free of any further unwanted attention.

abby had gone back to staring at her lap, you discovered, watching intently as she picked a stray hair off her jeans.

“hey anderson,” you called over, her reaction immediate— head jolting up.

her eyes relaxed to a glare once she realized you were the one addressing her, raising an eyebrow in question.

“i think it’s ‘bout your turn, yeah?”

“you fu-“

“solo un juego, abby,” manny cuts in.

with a huff, abby begrudgingly leans over to give the bottle a spin, tapping her fingers against the floor in anticipation.

the bottle stops. so does your heart, for just a second.

you look up. abby looks to owen. the fucking son of a bitch lends no help, smirking, excited that his perverted fantasies have come to life before his eyes.

“c’mon then,” you nod at her, leaning back on your wrists, almost in invitation.

she moves slowly, braid dangling by her shoulder as she scooches towards you, hands coming to a stop on the floor in front of you.

closer now, you can feel the heat radiating off her large figure onto your own, the light brush of her breaths intermingling with your own. yet— she makes no move to get any closer.

you loop a finger around her neckline and drag her in, teeth clashing from the aggression, noses bumping; it’s no fairytale kiss. but then your tongue licks into her open mouth, perhaps merely by muscle memory, or maybe because you secretly want a taste of more, and she fucking whimpers. so quiet, strangled, from the back of her throat, but you hear it nonetheless, and god, you feel it.

the switch up is almost immediate: abby pulling away faster than you can blink, back in her original spot before you know it, wiping at her mouth. but she was too late. you knew what she craved, and you were going to make sure she’d have to beg for it.

~

the party was in full swing now, majority of the room drunk off of wlf’s own brew, which meant everyone was completely fucked up.

you stumbled over to the serving area, leaning haphazardly over the bar to scan the room without falling over. your eyes caught onto a familiar blonde, seated quietly with a group composed of what you assumed to be her usual patrol friends. she’s seated next to owen, the fucker, who has his arm lazily swung around the skank sprawled on the other side of him. your eyes are glued to the visible scrunch between abby’s eyebrows, fingers itching to reach out and press it away.

“who’s the lucky girl you’re sinking your claws into tonight?”

your head swivels towards the voice, met with a concerned look from alex, wlf’s residential mixologist.

“…you good, babe?”

“fuck— yeah, just got a lit, a little dizzy for sec. the answer to, uh- to, your question is no one,” you hiccuped, grinning up at alex as you rested your head against the cold counter.

“uh-huh, sure. i’ll let you have your secrets. i won’t pry,” she quips.

you laugh, miming an imaginary lock over your lips before tossing the ‘key’ away. “what can i say? i’m a gentleman, alex, no, gentlewoman. i don’t kiss and te-“

you’re cut off by another voice approaching the counter, low and slurring, asking for a glass of straight whiskey.

you roll your head over, faced with the towering frame of none other than abby anderson. she’s closer than you expected her to be, causing you to stumble back a step, and then laugh at yourself, muttering under your breath, straight whiskey for the straight girl.

“i think you’ve had well enough, anderson. even with all the muscle on you, man, i don’t know how you got this hammered. i’ll get you some water, honey,” alex jokes.

abby sulks, spacing out as she begrudgingly sips on her water. you doubt she even notices your presence, using the accidental peace as time to really take in her side profile. she’s stunning, in her own, amazonian sort of way. especially now in the hazy golden light of the lounge, the sweaty blonde strands framing her face made her appear in rather close resemblance to a goddess of some type. and all you wanted was to worship her in that manner, treat her body as your temple and such. perhaps the alcohol really was getting to you.

“what’s got you all pouty, anderson? your little boyfriend not doing you any good?”

it’s so comical, the effect your presence has on abby. her head jerks your way at the first breath of your words, and her pinning gaze blows away any of the fog clouding either of your minds.

her demeanor hardens instantly, as she crosses her arms defensively. “fuck off,” is all she manages to spit out.

you take it as an invitation to continue. “like,” you scoff, “there’s no way he knows how to hit all the right spots. does he even try to? how’s his head game, abs?”

her look away speaks volumes.

“oh? god, what a dick.”

“he-“ she tries.

“-i could show you a good time,” you ramble, “i can assure you that i know how to hit all the right spots. your spots— i mean, only if you want me to.”

she gawks at you, her look half full of disbelief and half full of curiosity. and you can tell that you’ve got her hooked.

“i don’t need you,” she mutters, but a glance at her thighs pressed tight together says otherwise.

you smirk, placing your hand down that just so happens to land on her mid-thigh. her muscle jolts at your contact.

tentatively dragging your fingers higher, you speak lowly, stare locked, “you sure, baby?”

the wall comes crashing.

abby’s snatching your hand off her leg in a heartbeat and dragging you into the closest bathroom, shoving you against the door and pushing her lips against yours.

your tongue is dipping into her open mouth almost immediately, desperate to pull another one of her addicting whimpers out.

“shit,” abby curses in between gasps, before leaning back in to just consume more of you. her hands are searching for any part of you she can reach, grabbing at the meat at your hips, thighs, pressing your waist against hers with a groan.

the feel of your body against her own is so different from owens’, but so satisfying in a way she can’t wrap her head around. you fit into her frame like a puzzle piece, and your touches are needy and selfish, but they don’t feel offensive in the way that owen’s do.

you venture a hand under her shirt, tracing along the ridges of her toned stomach, and abby shudders, breaking your kiss to look down at your moving hand. she’s panting against your neck, heavier now, as you slide your hand up under her bra to cup her chest softly, rolling her hardened nipple between your fingers and watching hypnotically as she gasps into your skin.

with her head down at this angle, her neck is perfectly bared, and you can’t deny yourself a taste, can you? you’re sinking your teeth in before you realize it, soothing the marks with a wet lick over, only to tug the skin in between your teeth to suck at.

the quiet noises abby’s trying to muffle against your shoulder now are sending you into a frenzy, your hands now abandoning her breasts to pull her hips closer against yours.

abby nearly cries at the loss of your direct touches, but stops when your fingers return a place far more rewarding. you’ve unbuttoned her jeans now, your hand cupping her over her boxers teasingly, digits pressing over the damp spot in the fabric.

“bet you’ve never been this wet for owen,” you laugh, running a finger over her soaked core.

“don’t bring him up right now,” she pants in return, hips keening to your touch as she grabs your face to press into a sloppy kiss.

you push her boxers down eagerly, teasing two fingers by her leaking entrance to gather her slick.

god, abby gasps, and it seems to be the winning word of the night when she repeats it as she watches you stuff those same two fingers into your own mouth, and again when you stuff them straight into her pussy.

her pretty eyes are rolling back into her skull farther with every thrust against her gummy walls. “look at me while i fuck you dumb on my fingers, abs, look at me,” you beg.

“i c-can’t,” she whines, blushing a deep red and burrowing her face into your shoulder.

you slow your pumps, using your free hand to grab her by the braid and force her look at you. “awh,” you coo, pouting mockingly at her gaped mouth, “cute.”

your fingers buried as deep into her as physically possible, you curl them to hit that sensitive spot you genuinely believe has never even been touched once. and with the way abby lets out her loudest moan yet, you cannot believe otherwise.

“there it is,” you murmur, massaging your fingertips agonizingly slow inside of her, “see what you’re missing out on?”

her only response is a strangled whimper. baby blue eyes big and pleading as they threaten to roll back with every slight movement.

mhm, you goad her on, “that’s your g-spot, baby, feels real good, huh?”

she nods her head vigorously, quiet mhmmhmhm’s trailing out from her bitten lips.

“now if your little boyfriend’s dick is too small to reach it, i guess he can’t help it,” you laugh. “shame, you make such pretty noises when i touch you here,” you let out an exaggerated sigh, picking up your pace abruptly to slam into her spot over and over.

abby’s nearly gone cross-eyed, tossing her head back now as her pussy throbs almost rhythmically with every thrust. she’s never felt so filled to the brim, so overwhelmed with pleasure, and she’s too blissed out to even care about the stupid fucking smirk you’ve got plastered on your face.

“but his mini- dick is no excuse for not touching you here,” you continue, letting loose of her hair to finally touch her poor, neglected, pink clit, rubbing circles harshly into the button.

abby’s heart nearly jumps out of her chest. she’s moaning nonstop and swearing like a fucking sailor, the combination of your actions almost too much for her to physically bear. after a particularly loud oh god, fuck-please, you have no choice but to stuff abby’s mouth full with the bottom of her shirt. and fuck, was that the right move; the way her ab muscles flex and tighten as she nears her release, glistening with sweat, is enough to make you let out a groan of your own.

“‘m- close,” abby cries around the fabric, hips rocking with your motions as she begins to ride out her high.

“there you go anderson, you got it,” you mutter, circling her swollen clit faster now as you fuck into her g-spot repeatedly.

mmmmph is all you can make out, as abby’s walls clamp down around your curled fingers and she digs her nails into your sides, eyes squeezing shut.

her jerking movements eventually slow along with your own, half lidded eyes staring as you slip your cum-coated fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. the moistened fabric falls from abby’s open jaw as she attempts to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

before you know it, she’s tugging up her soaked boxers and jeans, shoving past you as she buttons them up and promptly bolts out of that bathroom.

well, that was one way to deal with the tension.

she’ll come running back to you before she knows it.

yikes! i just read that over and yikes! lol uh! sorry guys i’m out of practice!! we love abby anderson though and pray that she gets over her internalized homophobia. she’s too sexy for allat.

send me more reqs!! not that i need any more but send ‘em!

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Ahem, if I may impose.... Directors commentary?? 😁😁

YEAHHH lots to say abt this one

i know rule number one is don't point out the flaws in ur own work but i have to confess. i forgot to add hair highlights to this entire update. i didn't realize until i had already queued up the posts and i could not bear re-exporting and color correcting every page again. so i just let it be. it only kills me a little bit. they rlly add something y'know

i haven't seen a whole lot of comments about this to the point i worry i didn't do a good job of conveying it so: Loft's dream at the beginning is about ganondorf.

Loft has, in fact, chewed his nails to bits.

i'm gonna be so real, part of the delay for this update was bc my brain got so stuck on the logistics of where that damn bookshelf would go

korok bookends :D

i like to think the story of the hero of time is actually mostly an oral tradition on Outset, or at least that's how Gran Gran first told Link and Aryll the stories when they were children.

i worry a little bit about these 'lore recap" updates, bc like. I'm assuming you've played the games, or at least know the gist. but I feel like there's a few stories it's important for us to see Loft's direct reactions to, and the conclusions he draws from them, because it'll be important to his actions later. I try to make up for it by at least making these sections visually interesting HAHA i think this is the last major one though

on that note: I hope this comes across on its own, but Loft finishes Gran Gran's story himself because he's just realized the flood was sent by the gods, and not some external force of evil. he's also realizing that this is not the first time the gods have been willing to wipe the slate clean in the absence of a hero, and that it's actually something of a pattern. it runs up against his idea of how Demise's curse is meant to work. this is one such mystery mouseketool we'll use later.

also on that note: regardless of ganondorf's actions, i find it significant that the gods chose to destroy a man whose people suffered in a droughted desert with,,,,a flood. that thought was the conceit for this update

Loft has seen this play out in his dreams, but obviously doesn't fully know the context. also I'm gonna refer to this version of zelda as Sheik. he uses he/him pronouns thank you :-)

just wanted to show some closeups of the stained glass bc. i worked hard on them HAHA + the grayscale wip

i was really hoping this chapter would be done. last year. it was meant to be a chance to slow down for a second before the plot speeds up 😅 but we're nearing the last few updates!! thank you all for bearing with me <3 life has been kind of insane and extremely discouraging irl, so getting to post these updates and seeing you all enjoy them has been a real bright spot <333 special thank you to my patreon supporters bc. seriously it has helped more than you know.

i think that's all ive got for now! see you next time, hopefully sooner than 4-5 business months

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taehyun x fem!reader x huening kai

synopsis: your now ex could never get you off, so they show you they can.

warnings: 🔞!!! threesome, fingering, oral (f!rec), sex toys, slight spit kink, double penetration (light mxm because of this) , no protection, creampie(s), overstimulation, subspace mention, bondage, reader called dumb/cockwhore/baby prob forgot some sorry

wc: 2.5k (again me when I lie and say I could do these under 2k)

an: thank you so much for requesting @prince-jjae ! ily but I don't think I got exactly everything you asked for but I tried <333

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The tear tracks on your cheeks burn from the frost tinted air. They weren't tears of sadness but pure unadulterated tears of anger. You hadn't even felt them slip until they turned cold, all your emotions bubbling up, the tears a direct reflection of that emotional pot making your skin hot. The dusting of snow in the air only added to the annoyance. Every step had to be watched as you made your way down the street, the dotting of couples and friends splitting up as you walked near, sensing your need to lash out at one bumped shoulder. 

Although you weren't necessarily happy this morning, it was better than this. You could hear your now ex’s voice ringing in your head, that last little line that finally pushed you over the edge to end a relationship long overdue for the guillotine. You had stormed out of his apartment, phone already in hand when you texted the boys that you would in fact be able to make it to drinks.

The invitation was always open for you to join in a moment of changed plans, even ones as big as a breakup. You had sensed the end and felt a need to keep the monotonous relationship like a shirt you wore to summer camp six years ago. It had to be thrown out, but why throw out something that could be useful if you needed it? Even if you weren't spending time with your now ex he could be used as an excuse to get out of something, mostly when your coworkers invited you out for something you didn't want to do. And occasionally the sex was good enough to bring you back, but it was few and far between that you found yourself wanting to spend the night with him. 

It's what started the conversation in the first place, your offer to try something new and his defensiveness that soured your mood. But it wasn’t only about sex, everything just started to come up without you being able to hold it back any longer. And now you’re here, standing at the bar waiting for a drink to calm you down before you went back and ripped your ex apart. 

“You know if you’re sad-“

“I’m not sad,” you cut Kai off, “I’m pissed he probably thinks he came out on top in that argument because I needed to leave before I started breaking things,” 

taehyun chuckled beside you, “You should have broken something. The guy was an asshole,” 

“I don't even want to think about it anymore,” but it's only after the bartender places your drink down in front of you that you speak back up, “No actually if your girlfriend came to you and said ‘Oh the last few times we had sex I didn't finish we should fix that’ you don't just start listing things like she forgot to do the dishes once last month,” 

“He couldn't get you off?” Kai lifts his brow, fully invested in your ranting. His drink is right at his lips when he asks, head tilted in the question. 

“Not really but it wasn't the end all be all, I was willing to work around it and figure it out together, hell I started the conversation about wanting to try new things and yet I was completely shut down,” it's then that someone behind you bumps into your shoulder, the glass in your hand slick from the condensation slips from your hand. 

The sound of the shattering glass is an echoing representation of your inability to keep yourself from lashing out. “Fuck him and his stupid short fingers that he didn't know how to use,” 

“If you had said he couldn't get you off sooner I would have advised you to break up with him a year ago,” taehyun is quick to move you away from the bartender who comes to sweep up the mess made. “It's probably the same reason why you're so crabby right now,” 

“Yeah, I think a few orgasms could fix you right up,” Kai’s gentle giggle calms you down for only a beat. 

“I'm too angry to think about going home alone to my vibrator, the one I specifically bought so that I could use when we had sex and was told repeatedly that it wasn't important to use,”

“I can do most of the work if you wanted,” “I wouldn't mind helping.” you can't even remember who suggested leaving, you remember less the journey back to your apartment. Every fumbling move washed over in a sex-induced haze. 

It wouldn't be the first time any of you had flirted with the idea, not even the first time you had kissed one of them, let alone one after the other. But it was nothing like this. 

It was dizzying to have both of their mouths on you at the same time, kisses all down both sides of your neck, your hands twisting into their hair, moaning when Kai shoved his hand down your pants. His long fingers skillfully work over your now puffy clit. “You’re fucking soaked,” he moans, tongue lapping the trail of bruised marks he's sucked onto your skin. 

“Am I?” It's a stupid question when the sound of your wetness is enough to hear the second he's slipped two fingers into you. Neither of them had ever heard sweeter sounds from you in all your years of friendship. That desperate plea to have them touch you slinked in with every soft whimper escaping your pink kissed lips. 

Taehyun is the one to pull off your top, pushing you back against your bed so that he can have easier access to your chest. His nose follows the center of your body, mouth finding your pebbled nipples and taking slow turns between them. His teeth nip at the sensitive buds, tugging until you're whining, not only from the sensation but from Kai's third finger pushing into you. He's already gotten your pants down, reluctantly pulling away your panties slick with your arousal. 

The duel sensations make it hard to feel anything but pleasure, their hands sliding over your skin, fingers stretching you open, and when Kai gives a tentative kiss to your clit it makes your body jolt alive. Taehyun chuckles, the rumble of it pressed right to the underside of your tit, his task of sucking marks onto your chest forgotten when you sound this good.  

Taehyun pulls away asking, “Where is your vibrator?” 

You almost get a response out, pointing in the direction of the nightstand before Kai wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and rubbing his tongue at an expert pace. Your legs fall open, melting into the mattress as he works your cunt.

The question didn't even fully process in your mind until you saw Taehyun behind Kai, a soft kiss to the head of your vibrator like a taunt. “Just look at you, already getting dumb on nothing but fingers,” your hips rolling down onto Kai's Hand, mewling at the way he curls the digits right against that perfect gummy spot inside you. 

He doesn't even have to work hard for your orgasm to crash down on you, the perfect pressure mixed with his mouth is enough to have you trying to snap your legs closed. Freehand coming up to wrap around your thigh to push your legs open. When Kai finally pulls away his chin is dripping with your release, the back of his hand working it away as he groans, “fuck, you taste so good,” 

You should feel exposed laying out on the bed like this in front of them, both of them just with their shirts off, looking down at your aching cunt, still fluttering around nothing, wishing to be stuffed with one or even both of them. Even just the thought has your hips moving, “please, I need you,” 

“Who first?” Kai asks, but Taehyun is already unbuttoning his jeans with one hand. 

“Me,” he leaves no room for argument, the slight demand going straight to your clit. 

“But I want first,” the both of them are looking at each other like they could spend the next ten minutes arguing, the sound of your soft whines in the background to their stare down. 

You feel so empty after having Kai’s fingers in you, the loss of both of their hands adding to the desperation circling your bloodstream. 

“I want both of you, I need both of you,” your writhing form, drawing them back in, your hand slipping through your folds for only a second before taehyun is quick to push your hand away. 

“do not touch what's mine, If I already have to share you I shouldn’t have to worry about you cumming early on your own fingers,” 

“But you're not doing anything-” it's the last thing you say before he presses the vibrator to your clit, the little clicks made to turn it on ringing in your ears as you let out a squeak, the pressure on your already sensitive clit making your legs snap closed around his arm. His little smile is so teasing as he asks, “What was that? I don't think I heard you,” 

Kai chuckles his belt sliding through the loops of his pants until it's held in fingers he has licked clean. You feel the pressure of your next orgasm coming too fast, the tremble in your legs telling them exactly what they need to know, and you try to push the vibrator away, getting just past the valley of your thighs before Huening grabs your wrists in his hands, stealing both of them away. 

The leather of his belt is warm circling your skin, the tightness of your stomach matching that of your core seconds before you're cumming again. With your wrists now tied and in Kai's hands, you have nothing to hold onto when you arch off the bed, nails digging into his belt, his lips kissing your raised knuckles while you feel a gush of fresh release leave you.“Look at that, I don't think someone who's doing nothing could get you to squirt,” Taehyun teases, pulling away the vibrator from your throbbing clit. 

You're trying to find your voice, stuttering over your words incoherently. It's then that Kai presses a swift kiss to your cheek, “Tell me if you want me to stop baby, I'll take this right off okay?” Your weak nod is answer enough before he pulls you up the bed, slotting himself behind you. Your thighs are a mess, all your slippery slick making him moan. Your back is pressed to his chest, every word spoken felt against your hot skin as you roll your head back on his shoulder. He's Got your bound hands in only one of his, keeping your arms in place while Taehyun tosses him the vibrator before slipping off his pants and leaving his standing before you. 

Even just looking at his leaking cock was making you see stars, Kai’s cock already pressed to your thigh ready and red, begging to push into you at a moment's notice. When Taehyun climbs up on the mattress, knees digging into the sheets, he pushes your legs apart. 

It's only a few seconds but it feels like a lifetime waiting for them both to get their cocks in place, Taehyun using his tip to circle your clit, tracing your folds like he plans to map them out, Kai prodding at your entrance. “Please, it hurts- I want you- I wanna be stuffed full of both of you,” 

Taehyun spits on his fingers, needing as much lube as they can get if they are going to both slip into you. He gives a few loose pumps to his shaft meeting Kai right at your waiting hole. They both go slow as they push in, the stretch already having your eyes roll back in your head, it's unimaginable the way your body is feeling, the slight pressure mixed with the sting of being stretched so well around the both of them not even fully yet just their tips is making your brain short circuit. 

Kais rumbling moans are ringing in your ear, pressed to your back and fanning over your skin. Taehyun wants to take his time, but the second he's in far enough to let his hands fall away from himself and just hold your legs in place is his last straw, he's shoving into your warm walls, filling you out and needing more, the pressure from kai’s cock against his makes it feel like you're perfectly squeezing around him, sucking him in and wanting more. Kai is so still, trying to savor the way you feel around him but when he feels the movement of taehyun picking up his pace he can't help but move too. 

They are uneven in their thrusts, when kai finds himself buried deep inside you, taehyun is only just pulling halfway out. It's a constant mind numbing feeling, being this stretched, this full, it's working over your bones and making you lose all proper thoughts. “Fuck your pussy feels so good baby,” Kai's mouth is hot on your ear when he says it, your legs twitch at the praise. 

“Stretched around us so good and look at how dumb it made you, our little cock whore, I bet you want us both to stuff you with our cum too hum?” 

Your back arches at the insinuation, the new angle making Kai hits your cervix just right, and when taehyun pushes in he's pressed right against your g-spot. “Pl-plea-,” Kai uses his free hand not wrapped around your tied wrists to reach for the vibrator next to him. Your soft pleas turn to sharp yelps as he presses onto your clit. The vibration is enough so that both of them feel it even shoved into you. 

It's maddening to have you clenching so much around the both of them, sucking them in so much so that they can hardly pump in and out of you anymore. Both of them press so deep that when you finally cum it's a rush of pleasure taking over everything in you. Every little sensation building up to this moment as you break apart, the fluttering on your perfect pussy making the both of them moan, taehyun’s hold on your thighs tightening enough to bruise as he finishes, cock pulsing and filling you up only seconds before kai is adding him load into the mix. 

The brain fog you're experiencing slips over your body as Kai clicks off the vibrator. Kais kisses the side of your neck, pepper down over your beating pulse. The weak whimper when Taehyun pulls out follows the jerking of your legs close, still stuffed on Kai and yet missing having them both already. 

Huening unwraps his belt from you, tossing it, and giving you a rest, rubbing one hand on your tummy and the other on your thigh. Taehyun disappears for a second before climbing back into bed with a warm damp washcloth, used to clean up your aching cunt after Kai has pulled out, although not before they both admire the way your body pushes out their combined cream until it pools down to the duvet.

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Unrequited Love | part II

Remus Lupin x f!reader

Summary: Some days he thought about going to you, trying to say something to fix things. Other days, he knew it would be pointless. He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve the smile he used to get, the attention that made him feel... seen. As if all parts of himself, even the ones he despised, were worthy of acceptance.

Warnings: angst

A/N: I finally made part II - anon, thank you so much for the idea, I will be forever grateful. I hope you and @beaucate like this, this would not exist without the help of you two <333

part I

Remus saw the way you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to breathe. He saw how your fingers tightened around the strap of your backpack, as if you needed to hold on to something to stay strong. Your eyes opened, and you smiled — a smile that wasn’t the one he knew — joyful, sweet, and radiant. This smile was sad, forced, doing little to hide how your eyes were shining.

“I’m fine, Remus. Thank you.”

He knew it was a lie.

Before he could stop himself, Remus raised a hand, but you had already started to walk away. He watched you move farther, the way your shoulders were hunched. And he hated himself for making you feel that way.

Remus saw you leave, the muffled sound of your footsteps echoing through the empty hall. He remained still, his hand still raised in the air for a moment before letting it fall to his side. The expression on your face was something he wouldn't forget anytime soon. It wasn’t anger, nor was it evident hurt — it was something much more subtle, a mix of resignation and pain that made him feel like he was ripping pieces of himself apart to protect you.

Protect you. That was what he told himself to justify what he had done. The truth, however, was much crueler: he was a coward. He knew it.

His fingers clenched around the sides of the book he was holding, the rough paper almost hurting his skin. He wanted to believe that he had made the right choice. That by breaking whatever you had felt for him, he was saving you from something much worse. Something that he knew was bound to happen, sooner or later. But deep down, the doubt ate at him like poison.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that someone so... pure could like him.

“Are you okay?” James’ voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Remus blinked, realizing he had been standing in the hall longer than he had realized, the book now crumpled in his hands.

“Yeah,” he replied quickly, straightening his shoulders. “I’m heading to the library.” It was a lie, but James simply nodded, giving him a concerned look before continuing on his way.

It was strange how the others didn’t seem to notice anything. Maybe because he was good at hiding. Good at smiling when needed and changing the subject when conversations became dangerously personal.

But they weren’t blind. A few weeks later, Sirius teased him during breakfast.

“You’ve been so quiet lately, Remus. Even for your standards. Something going on?”

He shrugged, trying to focus on the bread he was spreading butter on. “Just tired.”

“Tired, huh?” Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Hasn’t got anything to do with her, has it?”

Remus froze. He didn’t dare lift his eyes.

“Who’s ‘her’?” Peter asked, curious, as he chewed on a piece of pie.

“Oh, you know,” Sirius leaned forward, a knowing smile on his face. “That girl who always used to greet our dear Moony, and now barely waves before walking off like he’s invisible.”

“Shut up, Padfoot,” Remus muttered, but his voice was low, lacking the usual sharpness.

James laughed but tried to change the subject, perhaps sensing the tension. “Leave Moony alone, Sirius.”

Sirius raised his hands in mock surrender, but his eyes still glinted with mischief.

Remus forced a smile, but the lump in his throat was tight. He knew you didn’t treat him the same way anymore, and he couldn’t blame you. You still greeted him politely, but there was something distant in your gestures, something that seemed to have been carefully rehearsed to keep both of you safe.

And he hated how it affected him.

You weren’t sad anymore — at least not on the surface. He found himself watching you from afar, seeing how you laughed with your friends, as if trying to prove to yourself that you were fine. And maybe you were.

But he felt the absence. Not yours, exactly, because you were still there, in the hallways, in the library. It was the absence of something he didn’t dare name, something he had destroyed himself.

It was unbearable.

Some days he thought about going to you, trying to say something to fix things. Other days, he knew it would be pointless.

He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve the smile he used to get, the attention that made him feel... seen. As if all parts of himself, even the ones he despised, were worthy of acceptance.

You couldn’t carry the burden of being with someone like him. He was a monster, even if he hid it behind kind words and a calm exterior.

But still, he wanted you to stay.

And that selfish desire tore him apart every night.

The full moon always left Remus exhausted, but this one had been particularly cruel. He could barely remember how he managed to make it back to the infirmary, the details blurred between the searing pain and the murmurs of his friends who had helped him.

Now, silence enveloped him. It was early morning, and the first light of day filtered weakly through the high windows of the hospital wing. He was lying there, his muscles still sore, as if every movement was a battle against his own fragility.

Remus kept his eyes closed, enjoying the brief moment of calm. He expected nothing but solitude — maybe Madame Pomfrey’s concerned voice later, or the muffled whispers of James and Sirius debating whether they should bring him chocolate again.

But then, something shifted in the atmosphere.

There was the soft sound of footsteps on the cold floor, hesitant, almost shy. He could sense, even before opening his eyes, that it wasn’t one of his friends. The scent of something delicate reached him — flowers.

With effort, Remus cracked his eyes open and saw you.

You were standing beside the bed, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers. Your expression was unreadable, but your movements were gentle. He watched as you placed the flowers in an empty vase on the bedside table, arranging them carefully.

For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.

What were you doing there? He couldn’t understand. After everything that had happened, after he had broken whatever there was between you, why would you come?

You didn’t say anything. Your hands still hovered over the vase, as if you were considering something but couldn’t decide.

Remus felt a pang in his chest. Not physical pain, but something deeper, sharper. He should say something, but he didn’t know where to begin. The words seemed stuck in his throat, and all he could do was stare at you, his gaze blurry from exhaustion.

Finally, you took a step back. Then another. It was clear you were preparing to leave.

“Wait,” he managed to murmur, his voice hoarse and weak, barely audible.

And before he could say more, you were already near the door.

He tried to move, to raise his hand to stop you from leaving, but his body protested, heavy and uncontrollable.

“Please...” He could barely form the word.

But you didn’t hear — or chose not to hear.

The door closed softly behind you, leaving him alone again.

Remus felt the emptiness in the room, a cruel contrast to the brief moment of your presence. The flowers beside the bed were the only proof that you had truly been there.

He closed his eyes, the physical exhaustion mixing with the agony of knowing that, even now, even after doing everything to push you away, a part of him still wished you would stay.

And maybe that was what he hated most about himself.

A few days had passed since you visited Remus in the infirmary. He tried to focus on his studies, his friends, the world around him, but nothing could quiet the turmoil inside him.

He thought about the flowers. About how you had been there, despite everything. About how the simple gesture of your presence had completely disarmed him.

Remus realized, too late, how foolish he had been. He didn’t want you just as a friend. He never had. But now he feared that, in trying to protect you from himself, he had destroyed any chance there might have been.

He needed to talk to you.

Finding you, however, wasn’t easy. You seemed more evasive than ever, always finding excuses to step away or avoid the places where he used to be. Still, he persisted. And when he finally found you, alone in the library, he knew he couldn’t let another opportunity slip away.

“Can I talk to you?”

You lifted your gaze from the book you were reading, surprised. Your eyes hesitated to meet his, but you didn’t say anything. You simply nodded slightly, calmly closing the book before standing up.

“Not here,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading. He didn’t want the conversation to be overheard, let alone be shallow.

You walked in silence until you reached a more secluded corner, near an empty room. When you arrived, he took a deep breath, struggling to organize his thoughts.

“I... I wanted to thank you,” Remus started, his voice hesitant, almost a whisper, as if each word was a monumental effort. “For the flowers.”

You blinked, clearly surprised. Your eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to understand what that meant, before he continued.

“They were... very beautiful,” he added, looking away at the floor, as if he didn’t have the courage to face the impact of his words.

“Were you awake?” Your voice came out louder than you intended, filled with surprise and... something else that he couldn’t quite define.

“For a moment,” he replied, still avoiding your eyes. “I saw you.”

Finally, he looked up, and your eyes met. The silence that followed was so thick that it felt as if it enveloped everything around you, heavy like a storm about to burst. Both of you stood there, frozen, as if merely being in the same space was already an internal battle. What hadn’t been said, what still hung between you, weighed more than words ever could.

Remus was the first to break the silence, his voice almost a whisper, filled with a fear he didn’t want to admit but that overflowed. “Why did you decide to visit me?” The question slipped out with a thread of hopelessness, as if he already knew the answer, but at the same time, feared hearing the confirmation that your presence there meant nothing.

You stood in silence for a moment, as if trying to find the right words, but nothing came. Your eyes shifted to the ground. He noticed how tense your fingers were, almost as if you didn’t know what to do with yourself anymore.

You looked at him, but the answer still hadn’t formed, still trapped somewhere deep inside. “I... I don’t know,” your voice trembled, almost as if the words had the power to break something you didn’t want to understand. “I just... felt I should.” The tone wasn’t firm; it was a confession you didn’t even fully understand.

Those words hit Remus like a sharp blade, cutting deeper than he expected. He felt his heart tighten, a mixture of relief and pain, because it meant you still cared. Or maybe it meant nothing. He didn’t know.

“Do you still care about me?” He couldn’t help it. The question escaped without warning, filled with a vulnerability he never imagined showing.

You didn’t respond immediately. Your face hidden behind a curtain of hair falling over your shoulders. The weight of the question seemed to crush you too, and Remus saw you hesitate, the air thick between you, before you finally lifted your head.

“I... I care,” your voice was low, almost hesitant, but there was something in your gaze that didn’t lie. “I just... don’t know what it means anymore.”

He didn’t know what to do with that answer. He was so lost in his own feelings that he could barely comprehend yours. He wanted to say something, do something, but nothing felt right. The time that had passed, the distance you had put between yourselves, made everything even harder.

He looked at you, and what he saw in your eyes made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t explain. “I miss you,” he said, without thinking, but with all the pain he had been carrying, and the weight of the words seemed to leave him even more exposed.

You looked at him in surprise, your eyes widening slightly, as if that confession wasn’t something you expected to hear. “You miss me... as a friend?” you asked, your voice tense, cautious, as if you feared the answer.

Remus swallowed hard, his throat dry, and he saw the doubt and pain reflected in your eyes. “No,” he answered, his tone deep and determined. “Not as a friend.”

Those words, so simple and direct, exploded in the space between you, leaving an even heavier silence. The air seemed tense, dense, as if the mere fact that they had been spoken could change everything. He watched your reaction, the way your eyes closed for a moment, as if you were trying to understand what this meant.

“I... I can’t...” you whispered, more to yourself than to him, as if you were trying to grasp the magnitude of what was happening. Your voice trembled, the words only a reflection of the turmoil of emotions running inside you.

Remus felt as if something inside him had shattered. He knew those words weren’t a direct rejection, but the confusion in your voice, the weight of uncertainty in your eyes, was enough to crush him. He ran a hand through his hair, looking away, unable to bear the reflection of the pain he himself had caused.

"I’m so sorry," he finally murmured, his voice breaking, laden with regret. "I had no right... I shouldn’t have said that. Not after what I did."

His face suddenly lifted, and he saw that your eyes were shimmering with tears you were trying to hold back. "I don’t understand," you interrupted him, your voice thick, almost trembling with emotion. "You rejected my feelings before I could even confess them. You didn’t even give me the chance to say anything. You said you only saw me as a friend. And now you’re here, saying you feel something more? How does that make sense, Remus?!"

He closed his eyes, as though his confession was a blade running through him, and shook his head, a deep expression of pain marking his features. "I know," he said, more intensely now. "I know I was wrong, that I was a coward, but... I just wanted to protect you."

"Protect me from what?" you exclaimed, frustration overflowing. "From me? Remus, you’re the kindest person I know! I’ve never... never been in danger with you!"

Those words hit him like a blow. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he forced himself to look at you, the truth he had always kept buried rising to the surface like an unstoppable wave. "I’m a werewolf," he whispered, the words escaping in a hoarse whisper, but they seemed to fill the space between you like thunder.

Your heart stopped.

"I’m a monster," he continued, his voice filled with a pain that seemed to come from years of repression and shame. "Every full moon, I turn into something that shouldn’t exist. I could hurt you. I could destroy everything around me. And... I couldn’t bear the thought of you living with that. With me. You deserve something better, something I can never give you."

The words echoed in the silence that followed, a silence that seemed to scream. Remus couldn’t look at you, but he felt the weight of your gaze on him. It was as though every secret he had kept, every part of his soul he tried to hide, was there, exposed before you.

You stared at him, your eyes wide, lips slightly parted, as though his words were something you couldn’t immediately process. He had confessed the greatest secret of his life, something he had never told anyone unless absolutely necessary.

For a moment, silence reigned, heavy like a storm about to break. Remus kept his gaze fixed on the floor, unable to face the possibility of finding repulsion in your eyes. He had imagined this moment so many times before, the moment when someone would know who – or what – he really was. And each time he thought about it, the result was always the same: fear, distance, rejection.

But then he felt the movement. You moved closer, so close that he could hear your breath, feel the warmth of your body. He didn’t have the courage to look up, but his breath caught in his throat when he felt your hands touch his face.

Your fingers were gentle as they traced the scars marking his skin, as though each one was something you needed to understand, something you needed to feel. He closed his eyes, a shiver running through his body, not from fear, but from something deeper, something more visceral.

"You..." Your voice came out low, almost a whisper, but filled with emotion. "Is that why you suffer so much? Is that why you get so sick every month...?"

He didn’t answer, he didn’t need to. His silence was confirmation enough.

You didn’t pull your hands away. On the contrary, your fingers kept tracing the lines of his scars, as if you wanted to absorb every piece of him, every fragment of the story those marks told. And then, to his surprise, you smiled. A small, soft smile, but full of something he couldn’t comprehend.

"Remus," you murmured, your voice gentle but firm. "This doesn’t change anything for me."

His gaze met yours, and what he saw there wasn’t fear, nor repulsion. It was something he hadn’t allowed himself to imagine: acceptance.

"How can you say that?" he asked, his voice rough and almost inaudible. "I’m... I’m dangerous. I’m..."

"No," you interrupted him, firm, but still gentle. "You’re the kindest person I know, Remus. You care about everyone around you, you always think of others before yourself. You are..." Your voice faltered for a moment, as your fingers still touched his face. "You are amazing. And this?" You lightly indicated the scars. "I don’t care about that. I couldn’t care less."

He shook his head, still in shock. "You don’t understand... this is a burden. I’m a burden. I could..."

"No," you interrupted him again, more forcefully this time. "You’re not a burden. And you never will be."

He fell silent, his eyes wide as he processed your words. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. No one had ever looked at him like that before.

You tilted your head, your eyes shining with an intensity he couldn’t ignore. "Remus, you’re so much more than this. You always have been. I just wish you could see that too."

He tried to speak, but the words didn’t come. The lump in his throat was too big, the emotion too heavy. And then, for the first time in a long time, he let the tears fall.

You didn’t say anything. You simply enveloped him in an embrace, your arms around him, firm and comforting.

Remus stood still for a moment, almost unable to believe what was happening. The warmth of your embrace surrounded him like something he didn’t know he needed, something he had denied himself for so long. Slowly, hesitantly, he lifted his arms and wrapped them around you, as if fearing you might disappear if he let himself feel too much.

He rested his face against your shoulder, and the tears fell silently before he could hold it back. A wave of emotion hit him – relief, regret, gratitude – everything mixing into something as overwhelming as it was liberating.

"I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice broken, almost inaudible. "For everything. For hurting you. For trying to keep you away... when all I wanted was to be close."

You tightened your embrace, as if that could erase any pain he was carrying. "You don’t need to apologize anymore, Remus. I just want us to... start over."

He pulled away just enough to look at you, his eyes still shining with tears he couldn’t contain. "Do you really want that? After everything?"

You smiled, a smile that was as sweet as it was firm. "I never wanted anything else."

For a moment, everything around you seemed to disappear. It was just the two of you there, in a world where what he was didn’t matter, where he didn’t need to hide who he was.

"I don’t know if I deserve this," he whispered, the insecurity still there, but now mixed with something softer, almost hopeful.

"You do, Remus. You’ve always deserved it."

He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing your words to settle, trying to believe them as much as you seemed to believe them. When he opened them again, there was something new there – a sparkle you had never seen before.

"Then let’s start over," he said, his voice still low, but with a resolution that seemed to grow with each word.

You smiled, extending your hand, as though sealing the pact between you. "Together."

He took your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. It was a simple gesture, but it was full of meaning. Because, for the first time, Remus felt that maybe, just maybe, he could have something he had always thought impossible: happiness.

And as you walked side by side, he felt something that seemed almost unknown to him – a glimpse of the future, a future he was finally not afraid to imagine.

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stray kids soulmate aus | y. jeongin <3

a/n: oh gosh, don't even get me started on how much i love jeongin :,-((( he has such a special place in my heart, so i hope my fellow innie girls appreciate this au as much as i do <333 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 2k  | warnings: none really! | pairing: soulmate!jeongin x gn!reader | requests: open

♡ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin ♡

a soulmate mark appears on your body the first time you and your soulmate touch.

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jeongin wasn’t one to dwell much on when he’d meet his soulmate. he was happy with his life exactly as it was, and, unlike a lot of people, he lacked anything that hinted to when, where, or how he would meet his person. jeongin decided, that rather than falling into an existential crisis, he’d keep his thoughts glued to the present moment. everything would fall into place eventually. jeongin trusted that.

you, on the other hand, weren’t always so secure in the ambiguity of it all. lately, it seemed as though all of your friends were meeting their soulmates. you were happy for them, but the question of when is it my turn? nagged the back of your mind more often than you’d like to admit. you confided in your best friend one night about all of this, and, despite their lovestruck state after just meeting their person, they understood your feelings perfectly. everyone who knew you knew that you had a lot to offer, and they all wanted you to find someone who would tend to your heart like you deserved.

“i know there’s no way to force this kind of thing, but maybe…” your best friend trailed off, clearly considering their suggestion again before vocalizing it.

“at this point, i don’t think any idea is a bad idea,” you sighed.”

“what if you tried going on blind dates?”

“okay, i think we managed to find the one bad idea.”

your best friend laughed at your scowl, “i know, i know. no one wants to go on a blind date when we’re itching to be with our soulmate. but, if you didn’t want to feel like you’re twiddling your thumbs, maybe meeting new people could increase your chances of meeting your person sooner?”

you had to give it to them. their logic checked out. logic did not equal appeal though, so you gave them a “maybe” and a promise to let them set up the first blind date if it came to that. understanding the shift in tone, your friend changed the subject to your current content obsession. you let out a deep breath, happy to focus on something other than your incessant, endless longing to know who you were destined to be with.

a few days passed before you gave proper thought to the whole blind date suggestion. during your break, you sat in a plaza outside your office building, mind wandering with the background buzz of businesspeople. 

going on a string of blind dates seemed like a cinematic nightmare, with no guarantee that you’d meet your soulmate that way. then, there was the chance that this could expedite the process. you had to admit that, if going on some bad blind dates ultimately led to discovering who your soulmate was, then the risk could outweigh the benefits. were you really that desperate though? it didn’t feel great to be one of the few people you knew without your soulmate, but wouldn’t it feel worse to be the only one dating?

“excuse me, do you have a pen i could borrow?”

you frowned slightly at a stranger’s voice breaking your train of thought. that frown melted away, however, when you saw arguably the most attractive person standing in front of you. their golden hair fell in soft waves, accentuating the sharp features of their face. when you were caught in the gaze of their bubbly, brown eyes, you couldn’t fight the butterflies in your stomach.

“oh…i think i have one in my bag,” you answered, turning your face away from the beautiful stranger.

“it’s okay if you don’t!”

their voice was like wind chimes on a perfect spring day, so you prayed that you had a pen. that was a surefire way to hear them speak again.

“ah, here it is!” you smiled and held the pen out.

they grinned, “thank you! i–AH!”

the pen bounced between both of their hands several times before landing on the ground between you two. you laughed at both the comical scene and the frustrated scream they let out.

you leaned forward to grab the pen, jumping slightly when their hand brushed against yours. inhaling, you willed the bolts of lightning in your veins to fade quickly. you couldn’t handle embarrassing yourself in front of someone this cute.

with a sheepish chuckle, they picked up the pen, “i’ll bring this right back to you.”

you shook your head, still trying to regulate your heartbeat, “no, it’s okay! you can keep it.”

their eyes went wide, and you swore you saw them sparkle in the sunlight, “oh! thank you!”

you giggled at their response and again when they offered an awkward goodbye wave at the same time you did. once they turned their back, you bit your lip in a failed attempt to hide the huge smile on your face. that smile faded once you realized you had given away your favorite pen.

by the time your break was over, you made peace with the fact you’d never see that pen again. it was almost out of ink anyway, so maybe this was a sign you should finally buy a new one. you entered your office, sighing for a multitude of reasons.

the rest of the workday passed, and you grew excited at the prospect of returning home. perhaps you would stop at a stationery store on your way back to replace the pen you lost. while you mentally ran through the list of store options, your coworker leaned over your desk.

“hey, y/n! since when do you have a soulmate mark?”

you blinked a few times in confusion, “a what?”

your coworker pointed to the side of your hand, “that, right there! it’s a soulmate mark, isn’t it?”

you lifted your hand to your face, unsure of what to expect. somehow, you had failed to notice the bluish-purple blotch on the side of your hand. 

“i don’t know. maybe it’s just a bruise?”

you glanced up at your coworker, hoping they could provide some insight into the discovery they made. they shook their head vehemently.

“my cousin got one of those on her shoulder last year. it turns out the woman who bumped into her on the train was her soulmate. i swear, yours looks almost exactly like hers. just smaller,” they focused their eyes on your hand again, making you feel a little self-conscious, “yeah, that’s definitely a soulmate mark. how exciting!”

you ran your fingers over the discolored area, “huh, yeah, i guess so…”

not wanting to continue the conversation, you offered them a polite smile. when they asked you to keep them updated, you promised to, even though you had no idea when that mark appeared on your hand, much less who had touched you to cause it. 

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“wait…so why did you end up running three blocks to get a pen?” jisung furrowed his brow.

jeongin huffed after taking a big bite of food. it always amazed him how many times he’d have to explain stories like this.

“hyunjin’s pen broke,” jeongin pointed to hyunjin with his spoon, “he was having a breakdown because he was feeling so inspired at the café and was going to ‘lose the vision’ if he couldn’t finish his sketches. i wanted to have my drink in peace, so i offered to find a pen. it turns out, in this day and age, someone having a pen on them is rarer than a conversation without changbin flirting.”

hyunjin wrapped his arms around jeongin, “innie, you’re my hero!”

jeongin pushed him away, but hyunjin kept at it, “you saved the drawing. i don’t know how you did it, but you found the perfect pen.”

“that’s our innie! perfect as always!” jisung added in a baby voice.

jeongin groaned, swatting hyunjin away while reaching for more food. when seungmin started talking about a new game, he thought he was finally free from the attention. that dream was shattered when felix spoke.

“jeongin? what happened to your hand?”

jeongin lifted both hands to his face, unable to see anything at first. then, he saw a blue and purple mark on the side of his right hand. 

“i guessed i bruised it,” he shrugged.

“no way!” chan squealed, “that’s a soulmate mark! our innie met his soulmate!”

everyone cheered about how he grew up so fast! and jeongin reassured them that it wasn’t possible. the only people who touched him today were his members, who, thankfully, were not his romantic soulmates.

hunger took over, so everyone returned to their food. in the quiet, something clicked inside jeongin’s head.

“ah! i know who it is!”

his seven members whipped their heads in his direction, perfectly synchronized. 

“it was the pen person!”

hyunjin gasped, “oh my god! this is amazing! were they pretty?”

“why is that your first question?”

minho laughed, “they must be gorgeous. look at how red jeongin’s ears are.”

jeongin waved his hand in the air to dispel the subject. deep down, he appreciated their excitement–they never ceased to amuse him–but their energy didn’t exactly help him figure out how he was going to find you again.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

the fresh air that hit you the second you stepped out of the office building instantly refreshed you. you stretched your arms, gazing around the area to find the perfect spot to enjoy your break. you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the gorgeous pen person sitting exactly where you sat yesterday.

it had to be a dream, right? what’re the chances that you’d see them again? 

you only realized what the chances were when you caught yourself unconsciously rubbing the bruise-like mark on the side of your hand.

the way you saw it, you had two options. one, you could avoid that spot because you didn’t feel prepared to interact with a person who is downright statuesque during your break today. or, two, you could be brave and meet your soulmate, for real this time.

you took a deep breath and walked forward. the risk of being awkward in the presence of a beautiful person now was way lower than the risk of awkward blind dates, and you had almost convinced yourself to do the latter.

jeongin, twirling the fateful pen and staring off into space, almost missed you walking by. at the last second, he looked up, thrilled to see you again. he felt his heart pound as he spoke. 

“hi! excuse me?” jeongin offered you a smile and a small wave, “i don’t know if you remember, but you gave me your pen yesterday. i think we might be soulmates, so i wanted to see you again to confirm it. if we’re not soulmates, i wanted to compliment your taste in pens.”

how you stayed standing at that moment was beyond you. everything from his gaze, his smile, to his voice had you out of breath and knees weak. his confidence was astounding. while this was a bold move, you respected that he wasn’t going to waste any time waiting and wondering.

“hi! yes, i remember you,” you returned his smile, feeling butterflies when you noticed him blush, “i’m glad you like the pen. i’m y/n.”

unsure of how the soulmate mark thing worked, you offered your hand, which he naturally took into his for a handshake.

“i’m jeongin.” 

you two looked down at your hands. like magic, the bruises faded away into flowers. on your hand was the outline of a violet. you understood the meaning once you saw that jeongin’s hand held an etching of your birth flower.

“well,” jeongin chuckled, “i guess that confirms things then.”

“yeah, i guess so,” you agreed, still holding onto his hand.

before the silence turned awkward, jeongin adjusted your hands from their handshake position so they were comfortably intertwined, “are you on a break right now? i’d love to buy you a replacement pen if you have the time.”

you nodded, not fighting the way your smile beamed when you looked at jeongin, “for a new pen, i have all the time in the world.”

with a charmed laugh, jeongin led you to his preferred stationery store around the corner, tracing the flower on your skin with his pinky finger. it used to feel like you were waiting an eternity to meet your soulmate, but now, with jeongin by your side, you understood forever better than you ever had before.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[matchpointfaist]

connor murphy x new girl! reader??

this is such a cutie concept <333

(aged them up btw this is freshman year of college connor) ((also sorry this is short i've been having the Worst writing slump of all time??))

high school had been rough for connor. he'd been the freak, the loser, the loner, the outcast. when he got accepted into university, he'd been determined to get a fresh start, to make a new name for himself. he longed to be the sort of person that people really wanted to know.

so he picked up all the activities he could, volunteered to give tours to prospective students and transfers, spent all his time doing admin work in the admission office and occupied his free hours by cramming his social calendar full. he hadn't quite managed to make many friends, not yet, but he'd completely rebuilt himself, and that felt like enough to start with.

he couldn't figure out why he still felt so distant, so different, than everyone else he met. they all seemed so put together, or too into the party scene, or just as antisocial as he had once been. that was, until he met you. you'd been hand delivered to him by an admissions counselor, a welcome packet in hand, shy smile on your lips and a paper nametag stuck to your sweatshirt. it was your first day; you'd just transferred in from a school a few states over for a reason he was yet to learn.

he thought you were so gorgeous, he almost forgot that he was supposed to be outgoing, welcoming. he'd stumbled right back into old habits, all shy remarks and avoiding eye contact. but he forced himself back out of his shell, clearing his throat and welcoming you, making conversation like it was second nature.

"so how are you liking it so far?" he asked as he led you around the campus, pointing out all the important buildings, smiling to himself as you circled them on the brochure carefully. "oh, i'm from down south, actually. i just moved here a couple weeks ago and got settled," "yeah? that's cool," he nodded, listening intently, ever eager to learn more about you, "d'you like it so far?" you shrugged but smiled anyway, "i like it, it's just a bit different, yknow? but it's nice,"

as you walked, you learned all sorts of new things about each other; connor's major (cybersecurity), your hometown, his favorite classes, your favorite bands. eventually you'd run out of buildings to see, and hesitant as he was, he knew he had to let you go. "so i'll see you around then, yeah?" he smiled, hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

"yeah, i hope so," you nodded, smiling up at him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, "thank you for showing me around, by the way. it was great to meet you, connor," you waved with two fingers and turned on your heel, and he knew then that he couldn't just 'see you around'.

"hey! uhm, if this isn't totally weird, could i get your number maybe? we could have dinner once you get comfortable," it came out all in a hurry, but he didn't even have time to be embarrassed before you were grinning over at him, passing him a small piece of paper with ten digits scrawled across it. "i wrote it earlier, i was hoping you'd ask," his smile widened at that, and he carefully tucked the note into his pocket, letting his fingers linger on the paper, "i'll call you, then,"

"i'm looking forward to it," you smiled, and maybe it was the sunset, but he could've sworn your cheeks were tinged pink, "night, con,"

[aventoru]

when you’re stressed and overworking

character(s): jing yuan, blade, dan heng

warning(s) : reader kind of being a workaholic, being stressed from work, reader sacrifices health to meet deadlines, DON'T be like reader

a/n: heyyy everyone sorry for the disappearance, anyways im back now! also fyi this is a repost from my previous blog<3

JING YUAN

he dotes on you constantly, always reminding you to eat and drink whenever you're focusing on work

will even go as far as to take a day off from his duties to stay by your side

encourages you to take power naps with him!!! although those start off as 20-minute naps, they can turn into 2 hour naps real quick;)

you wake up with him staring at you with such a loving, gentle gaze that you can't even get mad at him for not waking you up sooner

sometimes you two even go on "work dates" when you return home from work

he realizes you shouldn't be cooped up at your desk all day so he suggests you both work at a cafe/tea shop instead

you actually get more work done in a new environment and he just ends up staring at you the entire time LOL

once you've finally completed your part of the project, he takes you out on a date where you eat your fav foods, do your fav activities, etc.

if he's feeling like it, might even take you on vacation for several days to relieve stress

of course, he'll always chide you about overworking and being a workaholic at times

but despite what he says, you know he'll always be there to support you in your passions and dreams <3

BLADE

at first, he doesn't really know how to act because he's always stressed out himself (HELP)

he's never had anyone comfort him when he's stressed so he is hesitant to approach you

usually, when he's stressed, people leave him alone so he leaves you alone too

but eventually he realizes this isn't working because he hasn't seen you for DAYS since you're always in your room working

he decides he could do the bare minimum - check up on you and making sure you're eating, drinking, and sleeping well

eventually gets more comfortable with these acts of service and makes sure to prioritize your health first, always!!!

even if you don't want to, he pulls you away from work and forces you to take care of yourself

when he goes to bed, he’ll try every way he can to pull you into bed with him as well

i feel like he’s a cuddler too, and would make you feel super comforted even when he’s saying nothing

just him hugging you tightly in silence is calming to you as you two fall asleep tgt

he's stern but it's all out of concern for you <333

DAN HENG

the most comforting person ever WHAT

he knows exactly what to do considering he's very good at working under pressure

he’s prepared!!! brings you little snacks and refills your water for you

of course, he makes sure you sleep well - better than him at least (unfortunately the members on the express are known for pulling all nighters)

knows other useful methods (the archive!) like meditation or hands you stress balls

omg he’ll totally creating a calming environment for you

sets up your room with things like calming music, water, snacks, comfy chair/cushion, a scent machine + anything else he knows you need

when you're too stressed out, he'll even hold you in his arms as you cry to release your frustration

despite not being the most expressive person, he’s there to listen to your struggles and to give encouragement and comfort as well

once you’re done with the project, he buys you a gift to congratulate you, telling you how proud he is of you

you two will spend a relaxing day together in private - doing spas, bingeing movies, playing games, anything you want

HE’S THE SWEETEST 🫶

[atlabeth]

congratulations on 3k!!! could I get a cute lil 🧸 hurt/comfort with nikolai where reader is grisha (maybe heartrender or inferni) and she gets jurda parem in her system and nikolai stays with her while she waits it out (like nina and matthias??) also drink water <333

by your side

pairing: nikolai lantsov x fem inferni!reader

summary: you end up as collateral in a plot against nikolai. he helps you through the aftermath.

a/n: so sorry this took so long but that’s going to be the case for all of these lol !!! oops. but i love this man and i hope you enjoy it

wc: 1.2k

warning(s): reader goes through parem withdrawal and is kinda mean to nikolai for a bit. mentions of kidnapping and drugging. hurt/comfort, nikolai is the sweetest

“Nikolai—”

“I know.”

“It hurts, Nikolai,” you breathed.

“I know, milaya.” He brushed loose strands of hair out of your eyes, matted to your forehead by sweat and blood, his heart breaking more with every passing second. “I know.”

Nikolai couldn’t stand to see you like this. You didn’t even want him to—you asked him to leave so you could go through it on your own, but he would sooner die than leave you alone. You had an iron grip on his hand, but he hardly felt it. After what had been done to you in the name of getting to him, Nikolai owed you this much.

“Everything burns,” you moaned. “My— my bones—”

You were cut off by a sharp gasp of pain and your grip on Nikolai’s hand tightened. The action made you grimace as your eyes screwed shut, but you didn’t lessen your hold.

He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to ease this pain for you. He understood little of jurda parem, if a cure even existed, but he did know that you were strong enough to weather what was meant to be an insurmountable storm.

“You can end it,” you said, your voice shaking. Bloodshot eyes met his own, wide and dilated and full of unimaginable pain. “You’ve got to still have some here.”

“You know I can’t do that, my love,” he murmured.

“Please, Nikolai,” you begged.

“It will only make it worse,” he said. “There is nothing we can do but wait. You are strong enough to get through it, milaya.”

“Then what are you good for?” you snarled, your voice rising with the sudden flash of anger. “You’re a damned king, but you can’t even stop this?”

You tried to rip your hand away but Nikolai wouldn’t let you. He laid his other hand on top of yours.

“Look at me, Nikolai,” you hissed. “You say you love me and you leave me like this.”

“It is because I love you that I cannot give anything to you,” he said. “I can’t imagine how this feels, but I will be here for you every second of the way.”

You shook your head as another pained gasp escaped you, and somehow your grip tightened even more.

“I just want it to stop,” you begged. “Please, please make it stop.”

You were drenched in sweat, the bedsheets and the undergarments you’d stripped down to soaked through, and yet you hadn’t been granted any reprieve.

You’d always found comfort in the blazes you could create—able to fight with unbelievable ferocity one moment and make a harmless, beautiful show out of it that summoned all the stars in Nikolai’s eyes the next—but now it threatened to consume you.

Nikolai couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault.

You should have never been involved in the first place. He should’ve done a better job at protecting you, should have kept your name hidden, should have never let anyone have the chance to do something like this in the first place.

It was his fault. Nikolai knew he had enemies, more than he could ever imagine after ascending to the throne. Some stupid, naive part of him hoped that you wouldn’t become a part of that, but that was all it was—naivety.

You were kidnapped to get to him. Drugged to get to him. The bastards must have hoped you would go up in flames once you were done, but they underestimated you. Your foes always did.

You didn’t deserve any of this. Those criminals knew one thing, at least, because Nikolai would have taken all your pain as his burden for the rest of his life if it meant one second of reprieve for you.

But he couldn’t. His enemies wanted him to suffer, and the best way to do that was to make you suffer.

“I know,” he whispered, and he raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of your palm. “I know.”

Your skin had all but ignited from the inside out, more intense than anything an Inferni could muster on their own. You could have plunged to the depths of the Isenvee and still burn the whole way down.

And it continued on.

You hurled every curse at him in your native Zemeni, and when you ran out you turned to what you knew in Ravkan. You tried to throw him off or get him to leave a hundred times, tried anything to make him hate you. He could never hate you.

You sobbed through your pain, begging Nikolai to make it end. You gripped his hand so tightly he thought it might break. You asked him to kiss you to distract you for even a moment.

You endured every hellish, torturous second, and Nikolai stayed by your side through it all.

“Nikolai.” The sudden whisper was so soft he had to lean closer to hear you.

“Yes, my love?”

“I’m so tired.”

“You can sleep,” he assured. “I will be right here with you.”

“Hold me.” Your voice cracked, and his heart twisted. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” Every part of you had been so sensitive, practically ablaze, and he didn’t want to worsen your already sensitive condition.

“I… I feel so empty.” You blinked a few times, but he saw the tears shimmering in your eyes. “Like— like I lost a part of myself, and I need to feel something.”

Nikolai’s throat bobbed, and he nodded. “Of course, lapushka.”

He climbed into bed next to you and laid down, gathering you up in his arms as gently as possible.

“Is this alright?” he asked softly as he pulled you close.

You nodded. He could feel each beat of your heart with your back pressed against his chest, and he’d never been more grateful for the sound. Your skin still burned, but he welcomed the blaze.

“It’s perfect.”

“Good.”

For a moment, the two of you laid there in silence. Only your heartbeat and your breathing interrupted it, yours still slightly harried.

“I’m not hurting you,” he asked, “am I?”

“…No.”

You paused before you answered, and Nikolai frowned as he said your name.

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted. “Everything hurts right now—I’m not going to let that keep you away from me.”

He let out a wry laugh, and he pulled you even closer. “There she is.”

He could almost feel your smile in the shift of energy, but another moment passed before you spoke.

“I’m so sorry about everything I said.” Your whisper came out as a rasp, your throat scratchy from your ordeal. “I love you, Nikolai. More than anything. You know that, right?”

“I could never forget,” he said. “Not with all the love I hold for you.”

“…Good.” He felt you swallow hard. “I’m so sorry.”

“I should be the one apologizing,” Nikolai said. “It was my fault all of this happened.”

“It was their fault,” you insisted. “You saved me, Nikolai. I owe you my life.”

“And I owe you mine,” he said. “So shall we call it even? No apologies necessary?”

You let out a soft laugh, followed by a grimace. “Even.”

Nikolai smiled and nodded. “Good.”

“…I’m tired,” you repeated, even softer this time.

“Rest, milaya,” Nikolai said. “I won’t leave your side.”

“You swear?”

“On every saint, new and old,” he said. “And every vlachka in the Lantsov coffers.”

He waited for your response, but there was nothing apart from your gentle, even breathing. He allowed a soft smile before he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

Nikolai would never let anyone hurt you again.

[bitchface24-7]

Hi, im truly sorry to bother you, I apologise. But I admire your work and I have drank all of it attentively these days to escape from reality, you are truly a gem <33333. Which I don't know how to express my gratitude for it. I have been struggling my entire life to see myself worthy of gaining or receiving love, I have been insecure about my body. And after I read your fic plus size girls x jayvik I swear I cried in admiration. I just want to know if you could write a fanfic with jayvik in love with a curvy tall girl (I'm 1.78cm, I know it's not much, but I have been feeling like absolute fucking garbage lately). I truly hope all your dream come true, your pets live longer and a fucking raise. I love you, mon cherie <333 0w0

HATERS GONNA HATE - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: your whole life you've held insecurities, as most women do. You've always been too tall, too “large”, too much. It's weighed you down for too damn long. Your two boys make you realize your beauty, the beauty you've always had. They just took the wool off of your eyes.

warnings: negative self talk, talk of insecurities, childhood bullying, comfort, compliments, fluff, suggestiveness, pre-established relationship, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f

p.s. You're so sweet omfg 🥺🥺 I love you too!! I hope this fic comforts any and all who need it. I'm not tall (160cm/5’3) but I am thicker/curvy/fat (whatever term you want to use) like I've cried in changerooms since I hated how something looked on me/how I looked. Its peaks and valleys of self-love; and if my stories make y'all feel beautiful, I've done my part. Its also cathartic to me as well.

You've always been the odd one out. You were taller than all your classmates, you went through puberty first and got breasts before all your peers, you filled out and got curves much sooner than expected. Some may call this a blessing, to you it's a curse.

Now as an adult, you're taller than most men around you. You have a curvy figure yes, but it's not like the surgical, edited versions seen magazines and billboards.

You have nice breasts, but they're not defying gravity levels of perky, you have a smaller waist compared to your hips and shoulders, but you have rolls when you sit and twist your body, you have long legs, but they're not sculpted to perfection. You're just a woman.

A woman who hates what she sees in the mirror sometimes.

You nitpick insecurities others wouldn't even see, especially the people who love and care about you.

Jayce and Viktor think you're a goddess amongst men. That you're perfect, both inside and out. They love everything about you.

They love that you’re close in height to them, so they're not bending over to love on you (especially Viktor with his bad back), Jayce is obsessed with your hips and waist, and Viktor would like to die suffocated between your breasts.

So when they see you at your vanity after waking up and nitpicking yourself, well… that just won't do.

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Here you are, sitting at your vanity in a large t-shirt and undies, nitpicking away at yourself. Your hair is tossled from sleep, your eyes glittering as you look over yourself. Your hands drag across your face, into your hair, and over your body. Your mind repeating awful statements said about you over the years.

You're so engrossed in being mean to yourself, you don't see Viktor come up behind you and place your morning coffee onto your vanity.

“What’re you doing?” He asks his voice thick due to just waking up. His accent is heavy and heady. You feel your face heat up at his question, not expecting to be caught and the tone of his voice makes your heart flutter.

You freeze slightly, before looking at the handsome man in the mirror, “Just… looking at myself. Nothing to worry about.”

“In appreciation, I hope. Your furrowed brow and pout give you away my love. What’s on your mind?”

A sigh escapes your lungs as you grab your coffee and take a small sip, contemplating your words, “Am I— too much for you two?”

Viktor guffaws at that, his eyes wide when he looks at you, “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Y’know… too much. Too tall, too curvy, too chubby. Just— too much.”

“Who on earth put that ridiculous idea into your head?!”

A light incredulous laugh leaves you at the sight of an enraged Viktor. He looks like a mad cat.

“Society, classmates, magazines, and ads. I'm not… the picturesque standard of beauty.”

Viktor's lips narrow at your dejected tone, “You are the most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. You're personality is sparkling, and your physical beauty makes me question how a goddess like you could love a man like me.”

You whip around at that last statement, anger clear on your face, “A man like you? What do you mean.”

“A cripple. A poor man from the Undercity. A man who is weak, and ill, and not good enough for you.”

A snarl is what he gets in return for his statement, “Who told you that?! I’ll rip their tongue out for such disgusting comments! You’re wonderful Viktor, I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you!”

A knowing look is what you get and your anger immediately quells. Oh that sneaky, smart son of a bitch.

“So— now you know how Jayce and I feel about you. People, society in general are cruel. Our minds our biggest enemy. Jayce will agree with me.”

“Agree with you on what?” Said man asks as he enters the bedroom, a sleepy look on his face as he scratches his toned stomach and sips on his coffee, “What’s taking you two so long? We need to decide on breakfast and I’m getting hungry.”

You look away as Viktor cocks an eyebrow, “Our darling thinks she’s “too much” for us. She’s been ruthlessly nitpicking herself in the mirror.”

A loud gasp is all you hear before Jayce goes into a tangent, “Who told you that?! Give me their names and I’ll black list them from the council! What on earth are you talking about?! Too much? Too much! I’d say there’s not enough!”

“That’s cause you’re greedy sweetheart.”

“Shut up Viktor, my point still stands! You’re perfect babe. Ignore the haters, they hate because they’re miserable in their own lives and we all know the saying. Misery loves company.”

Jayce walks over to you and places his mug next to yours, his frame towering over you as he brackets your back and puts his hands on your thighs, “I’d die if you changed anything about yourself, your legs especially. Don’t take away my earmuffs. I’ll cry.”

You laugh as Viktor joins in and cups your breasts, you gasp at the feeling of his cold hands breaching underneath your shirt. “And don’t take my pillows away. I’ll be devastated and my sleep schedule will be shit again.”

The snort you let out is anything but lady-like, but they got their point across. They love you no matter what, even if they have favourite body parts of yours.

You smile at the two of them through the mirror and their eyes lock onto yours, before looking at each other; having a silent conversation.

“Y’know what… breakfast can wait. I’m hungry for something else.” Jayce states as he looks at you, his eyes big and pleading. His hands travelling up your thighs, over your undies, and he grips your exposed waist.

Viktor chuckles when he squeezes your breasts harshly and you gasp at the sensation, “I agree Jayce. What do you say my love, are you willing to indulge your two boys?”

You nod and before you know it, Jayce has tossed you onto the bed. Your coffee and breakfast completely forgotten as Jayce lowers himself in between your legs as Viktor sits behind you; his hands removing your top as he fondles your breasts and kisses your cheek and neck.

You’re their goddess, and they’ll worship you like one as well. They’ll continue to worship you until the end of time. Your devotees… How lucky you are.

Society sucks. Beauty standards suck. We’re all beautiful, expect we don’t see it. It’s time we pull the wool off of our eyes and see ourselves as we truly are. We’re perfect. No need to change anything. I hope y’all liked this, it made me feel quite a bit better. Love ya ❤️

[sunrisecaminus]

Helloooooo:333 >w< may I request. a story or a headcanon with wheeljack, megatron, starscream and soundwave reacting to a female reader who wears baggy and suddenly see her wear a *summer tight maxi dress* that hug's the body and curves black colour plz (I've seen this trend on tiktok lately and I kinda wondered if you can and have time to write it ) you can make it nsfw 😩😌 sorry I'm freaky billy these days feel free to ignore if you want I just read a few of your stories and damn ✨

Message - Love this so much! Also update in real life, I am going into summer classes for my bachelors so hopefully I can work on fanfics in between classes.

Wheeljack, Megatron, Starscream, and Soundwave x Human Reader

Summary - Mechs reactions to you in a sexy outfit when they have not seen you in these types of tight clothing before :3.

Warning - There is hints of NSFW but it never gets into details.

Wheeljack Wheeljack never really cared about your looks, he isn't the type to see someone for their physical appearance. Your baggy cloths looked very comfortable and he thought nothing else of it. Miko and you have went shopping and it took hours before y'all came back. When Wheeljack sees you in the shoulder showy dress you bought at the mall, he was flabbergasted. The curves you have been hiding for all his time on earth, how dare you not show your true beauty to him? Wheeljack waits until you were privately with yourself before he talked to you about the perfection he was looking at. Your gorgeous body was everything, your skin and the material of the dress giving you a soft look. He picks you up and smothers your body with his face, giving you a lovely face hug to show how much he is loving you right now at this moment. Taking your hand with his digit, he spins you around and whistles. Wheeljack was going to treat you at his ship later that night, knowing it would be criminal to not give you the love you deserve. "Well then, I didn't know we have a princess in our base."

Megatron Holy shit, you are in massive trouble. How dare you not give him your goddess body sooner?! Those baggy clothes will be torn from your closet as punishment for your secretive tactic to get him to be soft. The wrapped dress hugging your curves with the dress coming down to the floor, your back being free from the clutches of the cloth to give him a full picture of your bare skin. The exact scenario is you walking over to him to tell him that you were hungry, which took a while because he was busy with having a meeting. In the middle of his talk, he spots you outside the room, in the hallway, waiting for him to end the meeting in that sexy dress. He summarized the rest of his talk to end the meeting as fast as he could to have a private talk with you. His glaring narrow optics, staring daggers into yours. "You dare try to put me under a spell?" Where do you want to eat, because this man is going to take you where ever you want to go. You are his queen and shall be treated like one. That night you were going to be nothing but his pet though, so get ready for that.

Starscream The baggy clothes were always your thing, he never thought about you wearing anything else…but than summer arrived. You wore this short summer beach dress…and it made Starscream's spark stop. He will never forget you waiting on the rocks next to the shore, waiting for him to end his last scouting mission. The wind breezed through your hair and clothes, giving a beautiful capture of everything he loved about you. When he landed, he cheeks couldn't stop blushing. "Who is this? An Angel?" He gave you so many compliments, twirling you around on the beach and watching the flowy short dress blow around. He takes you out on a stroll on the beach, putting his pedes in the water. Are you walking? No, how dare he even think of such a thing? He has you on his shoulder so you can relax your feet and just talk whatever you want to him. Most of the time he would stay quiet, but will state his opinion on a few things here and there when you are done with every story. You would have to be the one to initiate interfacing, he honestly only thought of you and him snuggling in the birth room for the rest of the night.

Soundwave Knockout took you shopping and gave you the black dress, saying how Soundwave would love to see you in it. You were always so shy about wearing such sexy clothing, but if it was to fluster the second in command, you had to. Upon arriving at the main throne room, where Soundwave was typing at his computer…seemingly distracted by watching Starscream doing some traitor shit, you see that Megatron caught you standing there first. Knowing exactly what was going on, seeing you in such a very revealing outfit, he nods his head to you in a respectful manner and leaves (Very rare for megs to respect someone, you lucky dog :3). Soundwave finally notices and stopped typing. He stared at you for so long, it was honestly worrying. He places you on the desk and booped your face very gently, giving you the attention you need after doing something so brave. You feel his hand sliding over your torso and felt him rub your upper thighs just a bit, before going back to working. You can tell he craves you right now, but work will always be first. For now though, he forces you to sit at his desk, looking like a beautiful trophy for everyone to see and adore.

[king-candybug-backup]

Kill Switch: Part Eleven

“Watcha said about Sinistar– How couldja say somethin’ like that?!” She ranted on, tears welling up in her eyes, “You know h-how scared I’ve–” The more she tried to talk, the more choked up she got, and she had to cut herself off to stop from full-on crying. Instead, she turned away from him, indignantly wiping at her face with her sleeves. Whether she’d been hiding her face out of anger, or simply embarrassment to be crying in the first place, he couldn’t quite tell. If anything, King Candy was mostly just baffled that she was this upset over what was, to him, something so trivial. To him, it had been nothing more than an impulsive comment made in irritation. It hadn’t meant anything. … But, to her, he had just dangled the possibility of throwing her safety away on a petty whim. As annoyed as he was at how seriously she was taking such an offhand remark of his, could he really be surprised that a stupid child would be so overdramatic about such things? He took in a shallow breath, careful not to let his annoyance show in the sigh that soon followed. “I didn’t mean it, glitch.” Vanellope still wouldn’t look at him, the smallest hint of anger in her voice when she muttered “Then why’d you say it?” That question had him hesitating to respond truthfully, for the answer was as simple as it was cruel.  He wanted to hurt Felix. In that moment, all he could think about was hurting Felix.  Unfortunately for King Candy, Vanellope had been caught in that vitriolic crossfire the second she had tried to defend his actual target. For that crime, did she not deserve to face some of his ire? If she had just minded her own business, this wouldn’t be a problem… but, ‘minding her business’ wasn’t in her nature. Nor would she take very kindly to his less-than-amicable reasoning, he was sure. “... I don’t know.” He chose to say instead. “But I didn’t mean it.”

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten

AAAGGGGHHHH I CAN'T THANK YOU GUYS ENOUGH FOR ALL THE AWESOME FAN-ART YOU'VE SENT OMFGGG!!! 💖💖💖 I've got a LOT of posts to shout out, please go give them tons of love if you haven't already!!! <333 Sorry for making y'all wait so long btw xskdjsdjjd

As usual, we've got @starryside-1's absolutely LOVELY art, both with these drawings of chapter 10, and this post with KCB teasing Ralph lmao

We've also got @caleeeeee and their HILARIOUS videos, this one with KCB and Vanny being silly goobers and this one of KCB and Sinistar and also this lil comic of them, too!

And then there's @cathirae and their absolutely ADORABLE fan-art of the Uno scene HGFDSHDFGCVHG

We also have a few fan-arts of chapter one where Vanny's dealing with injured Candybug and they're all AMAZINGGG, we've got this one by @its-lara, this one by @noirdenwa, and this one by @space-kardi!

Also there's this cool-ass art of Candybug, also featuring Vanellope holding up her silly lil' drawing of him by @amberqueen01!

Next up we have some more epic Sinistar fan-art, this one by @sweet-treat, this one by @space-kardi and this one by @sp1derf1ll3dc0ffin! There's also this awesome art of Sinistar and KCB duking it out by @falconsdump!

And then there's these two INSANELY funny animatics with Vanny and KCB, one with a Game Grumps audio by @aritheunicorn and another one with Llamas With Hats audio by @vinegar-rights! YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I'VE REWATCHED THESE 😭

We also have a couple of AU crossover fan-arts of other people's AU Turbo/King Candy meeting KillSwitch!Candybug lol, this one by @danisha-tdh and this one by @quinnstirrsworld! (I'M SO SORRY AGAIN FOR NOT SEEING THE SECOND POST SOONER AAAA PLEASE KNOW THAT I LOVE IT VERY MUCH I PROMISE 😭💖)

Then there's this awesome art page of some chapter 2 + 3 stuff (LIKE GET A LOAD OF THAT CAGE SHOT C'MON), as well as KCB and Ralph being catty as usual by @peregrinethegryphon!

And last but certainly not least, this hilarious meme redraw with Vanny and KCB by @tofuto-art!

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN SOOO FREAKING MUCH, YOU'RE ALL SO TALENTED AND HILARIOUS AND AMAZING AND I NEED YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT I'M CONSTANTLY GOING BACK TO LOOK AT ALL THE BEAUTIFUL ART YOU'VE BLESSED ME WITH 💖💖💖💖💖

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CHOSEN ONE . . . t. kuroo + f! reader

"you're asking me to be rational. that is something that I know I cannot do. believe me, I wish I could just wish away my feelings, but I can't."

CONTAINS . . . mini series (let's all hold hands and see if this actually comes true), written content, star wars au (everyone cheers!), so the tags aren't huge: this is literally anakin and padme's story 

WARNINGS . . . ANGST, so much angst, star wars typical violence, sci-fi (I know some people hate it), no happy ending, flawed (real) characters 

STATUS . . . VERY inconsistent uploads, I'll write this whenever I feel the urge

TAGLIST . . . open, send an ask! 

⋆⭒˚ thank you @lale-txt @wyrcan @nekozaki for listening to me yap about this! it will happen again (sooner than you think) ily <333

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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babe I need your lucifer morningstar / wriothesley / zhongli / yoUR FAVS HEADCANONS ASAP <333

ONLY IF YOU WANT TO THOUGH!! I love reading your posts! ♥️♥️

COMING INTO MY ASKS LIKE THIS AND TELLING ME TO WRITE IS GOING TO MAKE ME BECOME A FULL TIME WRITER AGAIN. (i’m not complaining, i have so many thoughts i need to get them out)

zhongli

every one tries to uwu-ify zhongli, and i hate it. this man is an archon, one of the oldest. someone who was a warrior. yes, he’s an extinguished gentleman. curtuous, even. i, however, don’t for one second think he’s always like this.

- firm believer that zhongli has to hold himself back, and is quick to anger and frustration, pre current day liyue at least.

- if anyone questioned him, his commands, his leadership, he’d give them a simple look. jaw sat tight, with an expression so unreadable that it would send a chill down their spine, and that alone was enough to silence them.

- in his story quest (i don’t remember if it was his story quest, or an archon quest it was so long ago), he gets aggressive with the fatui when he started to argue. multiple times, he had that look, and stated that “you will suffer the wrath of the rock… you may find it rather unpleasant.” zhongli does not fuck around.

- an aggressive hater of celestia, and the heavenly principals. there were several times post archon war, that he thought about simply handling the issue at hand himself. believed he could, but would be talked down by the other archons, and adepti.

- then the time came where his hand was forced into a contract with the principals. since then, his anger has subsided at least on the external front. every day, he tries to find a way out of that contract without breaking his own morals, and his own meaning as the god of contacts himself.

- now listen. zhongli stepped down from being an archon, but that does not mean he is no longer a god. the gnosis does not equal godhood. while i believe that he did step down because liyue was entering a godless era, i believe he did it for his own selfish reasons as well. zhongli is known for his intelligence, and he knows that war is coming. in one of ei’s voice lines, she states that she believes his story is far from over. i believe that to be true, he has his own plots, and i think he intends to assist the tsaritsa in taking down the heavenly principals. whether it be directly, or indirectly. he’s up to something. he knows far more than he states. his power has not dwindled one bit.

- zhongli hates the idea of erosion, despite talking about it so casually. i think that it terrifies him. that the thought that one day, all of his memories could fade, and that he’d no longer remember. because of that. due to this, the adepti have began to keep journals, or other forms of keeping track of his retellings. each of them have their own version, so that if one day, rex lapis does not remember his own stories, they will be able to remind him bit by bit.

wriothesley

- oh this man has got a past. the orphanage was not pleasant to him. not in the slightest. wrio blames himself for not noticing sooner. not seeing that some children left, and didn’t return. once he began piecing things together, he knew what he was going to do. he couldn’t allow these things to happen, even though he himself was also a child.

- when it came time for him to kill the parents of the orphanage, he didn’t even hesitate. it happened so quickly. it was brutal, messy. a child can’t carry out something clean, and effortlessly. after releasing the other children, he turned himself in.

- wriothesley has ptsd from this, and reoccurring nightmares. not from the murder, but from the children he couldn’t protect sooner. due to that, his sleeping patterns are not good, and borderline unhealthy. instead, he busies himself with work, and fights in the pankration ring.

- now, when wrio got sentenced to the fortress, it was unpleasant for a child. at first. i think rather quickly, he gained the trust of other inmates. inner circles. it taught him quickly about survival. about calculation, gave him cunning traits, and taught him how to deal his cards just right.

- once his sentence was done, he stayed and became the warden. he wanted to change the fortress. i like to think that the warden before him wasn’t a good person, and that the conditions of the underwater prison weren’t great. once he took over, he changed it all. he likes to view it as more of a rehabilitation center, than a prison.

- the scars on wrios neck are definitely from the orphanage, and i refuse to believe otherwise. perhaps something that happened when he first found out what was happening. he confronted the parents, and ended up with those scars from something terrible. it damaged his vocal cords quite a bit (going off that one hc i saw on tiktok awhile ago that i don’t remember where it came from). the scars cause him quite the bit of discomfort sometimes, it’s a mild irritation. that’s why sigewinne tries to give him those gross health shakes to drink. its a remedy for the soreness.

- during his story quest, the traveler asked if he uses the iron fists in his fight in the pankration ring. he said not always, but sometimes you’ve gotta do what you gotta do right? that man is NOT above playing dirty. he’s an undefeated champion in that ring, and when anyone hears they’re facing him, they’re terrified.

- ^ HOWEVER. he’s decent enough to take those he defeats to the head nurse, get them treatment, and ensure they’re doing fine afterwards. in his trailer, we see him giving them handshakes, nods of acknowledgment. he doesn’t fight to be an asshole, it’s to keep the respect, and well- also a distraction for himself.

- now, if i see one more person say that wriothesley is the type to listen to hardcore rock music, i’ll scream. when we are in his office, he put on music that was similar to that of jazz. wrio is a jazz man, classics, instrumentals. it’s calming to him. firm believer that this man would listen to something like sway by michael bublé religiously.

- even though i believe that wriothesley has it in him to be a gentle man, a gentle lover, i can still acknowledge other aspects about him. he’s a flirt. have you seen how confident that man is? he’s shameless. he knows he’s attractive, and he knows how to sway someone so effortlessly. sinful french falls from his lips like it’s second nature, with such a gentle touch that it could have anyone in the palm of his hand and he knows it.

- he’s so busy with the work of the fortress though, that he doesn’t believe he has time for anything that’s actual romance. i’m not saying that he sleeps around (don’t give this man the gojo treatment guys), he simply flirts and sometimes he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. due to his schedule of business in the fortress, if he did end up developing feelings for someone, i believe it would be someone who either frequents the fortress for work, works there directly, or someone who just as much as of a work ethic as him. he needs someone who understands how hectic it is, so that he doesn’t feel neglectful for not being able to supply his full attention to a partner.

- okay my last one for wrio may be a stretch. i’m not 100% sure of the past of the fortress of meropede, so i can’t say if its symbol has always been the three headed dog of cerberus. however, i like to hc that it only became that after wriothesley became the duke. the symbol of cerberus means the past, the present, and the future. wrios past in the orphanage/the way the fortress operated before him, the present day of his control of things, and the future that he sees for the prison and its inmates. cerberus is the gate keeper, a symbol of loyalty, devotion, tenacity, and protection despite being perceived as a terrifying figure to others. i believe that’s how wrio see’s himself.

lucifer

ANOTHER MAN PEOPLE TRY TO UWU-IFY. STOP IT! HES THE LITERAL FUCKING DEVIL YOU MFS.

- lucifer is the original sin. pride. you cannot be the king of hell, and not have your mind plagued in darkness, full of sin, and questionable morals surrounding your duties.

- in the pilot episode, everyone believed that he wasn’t a good person, that he abandoned charlie, that he was rough, that he didn’t care about the sinners, and only wanted control.

let me tell you why, to an extent, that’s still true.

- lucifer tried to convince charlie that the sinners were awful, terrible people. he did not want her involved, and tried to deter her away from the path of redemption for hells inhabitants. he firmly believed that. i think he still believes that, but, he was slightly swayed by charlie’s words and beliefs. after lilith left him, he became secluded. lucifer wasn’t present as a father. right now, he’s trying to reconcile that, and support her despite not believing in her views himself.

- now, i think that part of the reason why lilith left him was due to his views. with how charlie talks about her, she had similar views as her once upon a time. lilith didn’t like that lucifer viewed the sinners as disposable. it angered her, so she left and that hurt him beyond compare.

- how could anyone expect lucifer to have full faith in redemption for the sinners, believe they were worthy of anything? lucifer is the original sin, they exist because of him. how could he face them, have any love in them, when it only reminded him of his failures as an angel, it reminded him of his pain, his tarnishment of his once devine place? he is pride, of course he can’t face them.

- i also read somewhere once in biblical lore, that without sinners, the seven deadly sins powers would dwindle. if people did not have pride, if they weren’t ridden in that sin, lucifer could lose a portion of his power overtime, be weakened. i personally like this, because that’s a solid reason why he wouldn’t want anyone to be redeemed.

- lucifer was abandoned, tossed aside by his father, by his brothers, for what? having a different opinion, wanting to offer different views. in result, it created darkness, pain, it created hell. lucifer is the cause of it. he carries heavy burdens, guilt, eons of trauma. for a millennia, the only thing he has seen is the pain, and the darkness of others in people he tried to defend.

- i need to see his rage, i need to his anger, his darkness, and inside his mind. i know it’s there, and its aching to be released. give me the fight between him and heaven. lucifer is one of the strongest beings in creation, show me his power.

not related to any of that, however!!

there’s a song called whisper by burn the ballroom that i believe fully captures the idea of falling in love with lucifer.

- “so give me your fire, give me your fear, give me your faith when love gives you tears. give me your heart, give me your fate, give me your hand when love gives you hate. give me your prayers up on your feet, and i’ll give you a show it helps fill the seats. so give me your sins, give me your lies, but whisper your love and i’ll whisper mine.” lucifer is so debated after lilith, that falling in love with someone who accepted his sins, his darkness, his rage- it was so foreign. it terrified him of that loss again. he needs someone who understands that depth, his reasoning, his hesitations, his views.

- additionally, the song had a line that says: “and he cries out to god, how could you claim them all when i know that they’re all mine?” this goes hand and hand with my view of lucifer not wanting to redeem sinners for the sake of his power. additionally, imagine how hurt and pissed off he would be when the first sinners get redeemed. how could god, how could heaven accept those redeemed back into the heavenly gates so willingly, but have turned their backs on him with a second of hesitation or his own chance of redemption?

GOD I LOVE LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

i am so in love with all of these characters, they are so complex, with so much depth and characteristics to analyze. i’m snorting it all like crack 24/7 <3

[itsyagurlchip]

ask: @snipersiniora If so can i please request for a rottmnt family platonic one-shot of little sister reader and her family? Reader is as the same age as Mikey.

Where reader admits she's been secretly dating a yokai or mutant boy for months and she not only admit to it but asks if he can meet her family to see if he's good or not.

If you want to know the boyfriend is a keeper (good guy) but how reader's family react and do in the meeting is up to you.

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Why Did I Tell Them...☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ᯓᡣ𐭩warnings: cussing (!) the usual crack (!) reader is called pink (!) lil bit a angst(!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 So late... (im sorry) I'm thinking about making this a "Pink Series" bc I don't usually name reader for the sake of inclusivity. I don't think I want them to meet, but moreso write how they react. Thank you though!! Again, thank you Snipes for the request <333

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ohhhhh reader is keeping secretttss🫵🏾

"Sooo..I have a boyfriend..."

"ERM WHat THe FACK???"

"I'm finally getting grandchildren! Hope had been restored!"

"dad wtf"

"huh"

"but why?"

"Yep, had a hunch." Leo said, walking out of the room. "Come back to me when you have some actual groundbreaking news.." Flipping his tail mask he walked on, making you grimace at him at his nonchalance about the situation.

Leo knew 😐

Nothing really more to say.

He honestly thought you'd never be able o pull somebody-

But the night you came home, absolutely smiten, dreamy eyes, literal fucking poems in your diary-

It was safe to say that somebody had pulled you.

Leo's glad that you have a partner, but if he ever catches the dushbag treating you other than perfect?

He honestly won't be responsible for the next actions he'll take.

"Pink! You have a BOYFRIEND? Why didn't you tell me?" Mikey said, hugging you at your hips as he teared up. "My lil sis is growing up and didn't even wanna tell me *sniff* *sniff*." You pushed him away with a small frown.

"That's why. It's like you guys are always in my business, like it's a k-drama." You said, taking a deep breath.

WHHHHHHHAAAAAT!?!??!?!?

Mikey honestly couldn't believe it-

You literally just told him about one of the most important parts of your life.

And you DIDN'T want him freak out?

What happened to the days where you two would gossip about HOT PEOPLE!?😭

When he would paint your nails as you told him some part 34 drama from things you'd hear from the topside???

WHere HaVe THe tImEs GOOOoNNNE?

But genuinely, he's super happy for you!

Especially since you thought you would've never gotten a partner-

He just wishes you told him sooner.

"A BOYFRIEND PINK? REALLY?" Donnie exclaimed, gripping his head. "Did she really say that!?"

"yes that's what I just said."

"OOOOkAY! THAT'S IT! I need to know the name of this- "partner" *eugh*, that you've courted."

"why did you say it like that, you-" Breath in, breath out. "nevermind."

Donnie wants to kill this so called "boyfriend".

How dare you go behind his back and get find a "boyfriend."

He better be a BOY that's a FRIEND.

Or..else.

Like, idk. Maybe he'll- nope that's just illegal.

He's gonna do SOMETHING!!! That won't guarantee him jail time!!

He can smell that punk all over you and its disgusting.

"Dude! Back up! What the heck?" You grimaced at the the way his snout tickled your neck.

"I'm just making sure you didn't get a-" Raph glared at Donnie. "some cooties. You never know how often a guy showers!" He said, proceeding to swab your mouth.

You pushed him away with a huge frown, rolling your tongue around your mouth to get the texture away.

"This!! This is why I didn't want to tell you guys. You specifically Donnie!" He tried speaking up- "No! Listen to me! Isn't that the reason why you wanted to go out on your own Mikey? To prove you can handle stuff on your own?" You yelled, huffing at the silence.

"But that was different-" Mikey started.

"No it isn't! You were able to be independent by showing you could get us that trashy game!" You stomped in frustration. "I'm not even fighting and you guys are acting like my life's on the line!!" Your face was a fully on ugly frown, with a tear or two beading in your eye.

"Pinkie Pie, my baby sister, my sweetest little bubble gum," You rolled your eyes at Raph's nicknames. "you gotta understand the difference between putting your life at stake, and putting your feelin's at stake." Raph said, reaching for your shoulder.

Raph was beginning to build a headache. It's like, his siblings want to grow up when he doesn't want them to :((

He missed the times where you were itty bitty, and so cute, and wanted to hangout with your big brothers all the time!

But now, most days, you end up sneaking out during missions.

At least he knows you aren't in physical danger. That eased half of his mind.

But Mind Raph was telling him that maybe Pink dating wasn't such a good idea...

If only you could be his sweet little sister again

He's mentally wiping tears rn.

You snatched your shoulder from him, marching away.

"It's either you guys meet him this Sunday, or we'll be out the whole day!" You shouted, shoving your curtains away to 'slam' them.

"THIS SUNDAY!!!??"

"Yo, Red, imma need you to go out and buy 30 bags of popcorn. Life's just getting good and I cannot waste it watching my single sons moping."

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[BAD DECISION #32] Question...?

warnings: i love this pair so much it's disgusting, freckle kissing, oral (m), praise, head pusher jeon jungkook!, fingering, interrupted </333, the starlovers are randy all the time apparently!! discussions of a chicken shop shag, to the love motel they go!!, acc v cute, the lil games they play, kissing :D, v needy, unprotected sex, missionary, titty sucking, kissing through it :(, creampie, yearning for some 1 right in front of u!!, off-screen second shag that's even heavier sigh, a desperate attempt at communication that falls short </3, silly fools!

a/n: for those of u who never knew me on wattpad, the first line is a reference to another story of mine hehe

wc: 16.7k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

JK: you up?

The message lights up the screen of your phone with such vibrancy you want to claw your own eyes out. It's resting on your pillow thanks to the alarm that had gone off half an hour ago - of which you'd subsequently pressed 'end' on faster than the speed of light.

The rumble of a sleepy Jeongguk stretching out echoes through the walls. Paper-thin, secrets are hard to keep in houses like these. It's the only reason Jeongguk didn't even attempt to get you in his room last night.

Perhaps that's a lie. Perhaps it has less to do with his parents' perception of your friendship, and more to do with Jeongguk's own confusion over it all. Perhaps .

You ignore the message. Groan a little. Had gotten home - or should that be gotten to Jeongguk's home - far later than you had been expecting. Definitely will need coffee at some point in the near future. Sooner rather than later.

A little dehydrated, you're thankful you're not hungover. Had managed to sober up enough before coming home. Sea air helps. So does kissing boys you shouldn't.

And then you're thinking about it .

Thinking about his hands, and how his muscles just know how to hold you perfectly. Thinking about his lips, and how they feel when they press down on yours. The smile on them. The short, sharp breath from his nose against your cheek. How silky his hair is, and how your fingers manage to get knotted in it regardless.

Whining as you press your face into the pillow, you know that you shouldn't be thinking this way. Know it's a recipe for disaster. Know that Jeongguk has a history of blurring lines with his best friends.

His lips in your head are replaced with a ruby red pair; scathing as they hiss out a reminder you never needed:

I just know Jeongguk. I know what happens to the girls he becomes 'besties' with. I wasn't the first 'best friend' he had, and I doubt I'll be the last. Doubt you will be, either.

If there's one thing for certain about Hayun, it's that she leaves a mark. Scarlet. A handprint across your face. A stab wound in your back. Hickies on throats.

Yet as the door of Jeongmin's room crashes open, and a bleary-eyed Jeongguk traipses in without even uttering more than a grunt in lieu of 'hello', you're pleased to see the hickies on his throat.

Yours. All yours.

The hickies, not the man.

Although as Jeongguk chooses to simply pile on top of you, it could be debated that maybe you hold a few more cards than you realise.

Hayun plays a good bluff, but what use is it when you've got a royal flush?

"Oww," you grumble, as Jeongguk quite literally rolls over the top of you.

Jeongmin's bed is a single. There's not enough room for two. If Jeongguk's shoulders were as slim as Danbi's, then maybe - but he's built like an upside-down Dorito. You suppose delicious probably wouldn't be a bad way to describe Jeongguk. In fact, now you come to think of it, it's perfectly apt.

He squeezes into the spot between you and the wall - because he's always on your left whenever you're together in bed - and doesn't bother to get beneath the duvet.

"Morning," he eventually mumbles, shuffling onto his side. Lips pouty, cheeky swollen, nose dewy, he's well rested. Hooks his arm over your duvet-covered body. Doesn't hug you, just keeps you enclosed.

"Mhmm," you mumble right back. "What time is it?"

Jeongguk is slow as he responds, just as sleepy as you. "Just gone 10."

"Fuck."

"Mhmm," he hums in agreement with your curse. "Gonna waste the day away, B."

Part of you doesn't think spending a day in bed with Jeongguk could be considered a 'waste'. In fact, it'd be a day well spent.

"Breakfast?" you suggest regardless, knowing that Jeongguk will never turn down food.

The grumble he lets out this time is primal. "Ugh. Yes."

"Watcha want?

"Don't think I'm allowed what I want."

"Pussy isn't breakfast."

"You're telling me you've never had pussy for breakfast?" He snorts, knowing you'll be full of shit if you say no.

"That's none of your business," you remind him - and he's kind of grateful for it. Doesn't wanna hear about your previous hookups. Hearing about other guys doesn't really bother him so much. Knows he can compete. Knows he can win.

Girls, though? Fuck . He knows how much he likes women. Knows he could never compete against a good pair of tits and a nice cunt.

Issue is, the thought's in his head, now.

They say that jealousy is a disease, and Jeongguk's suffering seems to be chronic. The symptoms simmer down for a while, but they always flare back up eventually. It's a miracle he's been able to keep a lid on things for long.

Except he definitely hasn't. You remember exactly how pouty he was when Seojoon came and introduced himself. His jealousy is always subtle. Subdued. Far more internal than it is external. Not always easy to decipher.

But Jeongguk's thinking about you now; thinking about the fact other people have had you like this. Warm. Cosy. Content. Someone else has likely held your waist like this; made you feel the exact same way he's making you feel.

And he wants to make you feel better .

Wants to be the best .

If there's one thing Jeongguk knows he's good at, it's giving head. Too much of a perfectionist not to be. Discards all traces of dignity when his head is between a pair of legs.

"Let me go down on you," he implores, dignity already slipping. His voice is sleepy, a little croaky. Dehydrated. You'd be doing him a favour. "Slow pace. Nothing fancy. Don't need anything back. Just wanna taste you."

You smile into the sheets. Shuffle a little. Stretch. Get your body even more accustomed to the loose embrace he's got you in.

"You sound like a vampire," you smile, finding his sleepy desperation all rather sweet.

Jeongguk's brain hasn't fully woken up yet. Doesn't fully understand what you mean. Reaches a dreadfully incorrect conclusion.

He asks, "Oh, are you, like, yanno... on ?"

The poor puppy dog of a man doesn't say it explicitly. Isn't really sure how to refer to the menstrual cycle, or periods, or anything like that. Never wants to be ignorant of shit women go through, but also has never really had to educate himself on it all. Hayun would never speak about it, and he'd not really been with Jiyeong for long enough for it ever to be mentioned.

If he were a woman, he'd know all this shit. Would know what to say, what to do. Life would be easier for you. Another shortcoming of the fact he was born with a cock. Makes him a little insecure. Your life could be easier. You could choose an easier path.

Fails to factor in that maybe you'd be willing to climb mountains for sunset skylines. You'll weather a treacherous road if the destination is worth it, and he's an idiot to not realise this.

Still, he is an idiot, and unfortunately they don't have a ' seducing girls while mistakenly thinking they're on their period for dummies' guidebook. Instead, he regurgitates some of Jimin's bullshit. After all, Jimin is a top shagger. Would never leave a girl wanting more. Couldn't be him.

"I hear fucking helps," Jeongguk assures you, quickly when you don't respond immediately. He's panicking. Worries he's put his foot in it. Also does wanna fuck you but that's neither here nor there. He's just woken up. Is just horny. That's all. "Cramp and stuff. Fucking helps that. Apparently."

"I'm not on," you laugh a little. He's not totally wrong about his claims, but still. "Idiot. Although... would you?"

"Would I what?" He asks, throwing questions back on you to deflect from his missteps. "Fuck you on your period? Or fuck you now?"

If your eyes were open, you'd be rolling them. "Not now. I mean if I was on. Would you?"

Jeongguk shrugs, shoulders sinking even deeper in the duvet. "Don't see why not."

"Have you done it before?"

"Few times," he says nonchalantly.

It's normally accidental, and dark rooms are often to blame, but he's done it intentionally before. Towel down, duvet kicked to the floor, sheets in the wash and an immediate shower afterwards. There's little Jeongguk won't do when he wants to cum. Little he won't do to make the girls he likes cum.

"I quite like it," you admit. "The mess? I could do without it. But the feeling? Yeah, it's pretty good."

"We'll do it," Jeongguk sleepily says without much care for the consequence. "Whenever you're next on. Just say the word. Now can you stop being difficult and just sit on my face?"

The heartiness of your laugh lets Jeongguk know that you absolutely will not be sitting on his face any time soon.

It's not that you don't want it. Quite the opposite in fact. You want it almost too much - but also know your head was feeling all sorts of fucked up the night before. If holding his hand for a little too long can have you reevaluating the friendship, then who knows what sitting on his face would do.

There's a vulnerability that comes with the position. A vulnerability that scares you - and the way you were up for hours upon hours thinking about the night before scares you enough as it is.

"Such a randy bastard," you say fondly, pushing the duvet off your body and across to him. He doesn't object. Pouts to himself a little bit as he feels your body weight leave the mattress. Keeps his eyes closed, and snuggles in the duvet. Smells like you.

"Your fault," he mumbles.

Doesn't realise you're not in the room anymore.

Not until he cracks an eye open because of your silence. Panics. Knows exactly where you'll be. Darts off the bed and stumbles out of Jeongmin's room, swinging himself around the doorframe into his own room.

"You little-"

"These are so cute," you giggle, pointing to the little origami hearts beside his posters of Girls' Generation. Why he didn't take them down, he'll never know.

"Stop," he whines, pulling on your waist to drag you away. Turns you to face him. "I was, like, a child."

"Your mum said you moved out when you were nineteen," you remind him of her comment from the night before at dinner. It had been mid-conversation, just another snippet of Jeongguk's life before he knew you.

"I did," he confirms, looking down at you with those big brown Bambi eyes of his. Dewy-skinned, his hair is a mess, a small tuft sticking out awkwardly at the front of his face. It's cute. Give him a boy-next-door charm that he really doesn't need.

"So? Even if you made them as a kid, you still had them up at nineteen," you laugh, pushing away from him to go and look at the rest of his nicknacks.

He can't even counter your argument. Just growls a pouty "shut up."

"Soooo cute."

The walls are lined with relics of his youth; pictures with friends, wristbands from festivals, and notes scrawled on the lined paper of classroom workbooks.

"How'd you meet?" you ask, nodding to a picture of him and Jimin. Far younger than they are now, they're all smiles in a photo booth. There's no QR code on the bottom, because it was taken before they really became a thing. The picture itself is the only memory of such a time. Jeongguk is wearing a lobster hat, and Jimin a fish. Their cheeks are puffy, and their eyes look wired on sugar and a lack of sleep that only teenagers can get away with.

"Parents are friends," he explains, sitting now on the edge of his bed. "Have just known each other since, like, forever."

It's for this reason that Jimin gets an exclusive window into Jeongguk's head. He trusts him. Has never given him a reason not to. Thick as thieves, they grew up together. If anyone ever gave Jeongguk a hard time in school, they'd always have the threat of Jimin pulling them into line. He was older. Cooler. Not really smarter, but they both had their individual strengths.

You notice how frequently Jimin appears in the pictures on Jeongguk's walls, and part of you feels bad. They've a friendship that spans decades. Has seen the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. Has seen lovers come and go (or in Jimin's case, just go). Has seen the test of time and passed with flying colours.

There's a very real version of events that could have ruined everything. If Jimin was a little more possessive, a little more jealous like Jeongguk is, then you could have ruined everything.

While you don't regret it, you know that if you had the chance to relive your life, you would never sleep with Jimin.

Part of it bothers Jeongguk, you think. He can pretend it doesn't all he likes, but he does have a jealous streak. It's never malicious and rarely does it ever impact you, but it is there. Is noticeable in the way his jaw sometimes tenses, and how his pout prevails when competition shows up.

"S'what I mean when I told you he's more like family," Jeongguk adds as you continue to take in the museum of him. "You're my best friend, though," he says quietly. Sincerely. Wholeheartedly. "You know that right? Best friend in the whole world."

You narrow your eyes. Furrow your brows together. "What do you want?"

He rolls his eyes. Laughs quietly. "Nothing. Always such a sceptic, aren't you?"

"It's not my fault you're always up to no good," you banter back. "I've learned to keep my defences up."

"Shut up," he says fondly. "You know you can trust me. You know I'm not lying about shit like this."

And it's true. You believe him without hesitation. Believe in his words as if he's reciting bible oaths, and as if you even fuckin' believe in a higher power. All you really believe is that there's a serenity that comes with being around Jeongguk.

Had never really considered the possibility of a twin flame before, but enjoy the way he doesn't burn you out.

Can spend hours in his company, and not need to recharge. Get lost in the endings of you and the beginnings of him. It's all so effortless. Kinetic sand collapsing in on itself; the colours merge. You'll never be able to pick it all apart. Forever intertwined, yet still separate enough to be distinguishable.

That's the thing about Jeongguk; it doesn't matter how often you get lost - in him, in your own head, in the big scary world around you - he always finds you. Never lets you stay lost. Will dapple your skin in glitter to make sure you shine throughout the darkest of nights. Will never lose you in a crowd. Will never eclipse you, like others have done in the past.

And so you simply shrug your shoulders. Smile. "Don't need to say it. I already know."

"Was just making sure," he mumbles.

"Do you worry?" You ask, thinking about his history, and how badly losing a girl he considered his best friend bothered him. "Do you worry that what happened with Hayun will happen with us?"

He's quiet for a moment. A million words screaming in the silence.

Jeongguk will never lie about the sincerity of his feelings, but he will hide the true nature of them. It's self-preservation 101. Can't get his heart broken if he's the one holding onto it. Made that mistake before.

And so he smiles.

"I literally just friend-zoned you, B," he teases. Doesn't want the focus on him, and his emotions, so deflects. Puts the spotlight back on you. "Plus, you've got a boy hitting up your DM's don't you? Who would I be to stand in the way of true love?"

"One date does not equate to true love," you remind him. "I barely know him."

"Might not equate to it, but could very easily start with just one date," he counters. "And so? That's what dating is all about. Testing the waters. Seeing if you work together."

You're quiet for a moment, until eventually, you whisper, "it scares me."

"Why?"

You shrug.

The question you had asked him about Hayun? Projection .

You're scared of repeating mistakes you made with Seokjin. Scared of giving your all, only for the best of you to be left in tatters; scared, because love has only ever frightened you. It goes boo in the night - although 'boo' is far less scary than the alert tone of a dating app you don't recognise, coming from the phone of the man who used to sleep beside you.

It's been spoken about enough, you think. Fears and insecurities are important, yes, but Jeongguk has had to listen to you whine so much about your own. You must sound like a broken record by this point. You're sure of it.

You're the one who has to change the record. You know he'll just let it play out, otherwise.

Reaching over to the back of his desk chair, you smile. Pick up the striped baseball shirt that matches the myriad of shirts in his brother's room.

"Giants fan, too?"

Jeongguk notices your change in topic, but chooses to let it slide. Will never force you to talk about things. Built a friendship off of mutual respect for one another's boundaries. Ain't gonna push them now.

Instead, he smiles. "Busan born and raised. 'Course I am."

"01," you sound out loud, tracing the number on the back with your index finger. "For your birthday, right?"

"Right," he nods, nibbling down on his bottom lip. Feels nervous, for some obscure reason.

This? Right here? You exploring his childhood bedroom? This is intimacy, to him.

It's why 'take a girl home' was on one of his birds.

The way he's feeling right now has no logical fucking explanation. Can't make sense of it. Doesn't understand it. Just understands that anything you do now will only deepen the complexities of how he's feeling.

And so when you turn, and give him a look he knows all too well, he knows he's done for.

"Don't give me those eyes," he warns. Has missed them.

"What eyes?" you flirt, totally unaware of the fact Jeongguk thinks he might die if you do keep giving him 'those' eyes.

He laughs. "Your bedroom disco ball eyes."

There's not that much glitter on you now. It's scattered all over your cheeks, remnants of the previous night's glitter still staining you. It doesn't matter even if you don't deliberately wear glitter - you're always covered in it regardless. Just another thing for him to obsess over when he's alone at night and thinking about you.

"Close your eyes, then," you tease.

He's in no position to let himself get carried away.

So he does.

Sits prettily, posture perfect, hands in his lap. Still just in his sweats, there's something about Jeongguk like this that makes you wanna make bad decisions.

When he hears the crumple of your shirt hitting his bedroom floor, he closes his eyes even tighter.

"Fuck you," he grins.

"What?"

"Fuckin' undressing in front of me when I'm trying to be good. It's like you want me to have a raging boner."

Laughing, you tell him that he can open his eyes. "I'm covered."

He doesn't believe you. Turns his head slightly. Cracks just a single eye half open. Whines.

"What?!" you feign innocence, knowing exactly what you've done. It's written all over the smug smile etched into your cheeks.

Raking the sight of you in, Jeongguk only groans more. Flops down onto his bed. Buries his head into his pillow, and groans even louder.

"What?" you repeat this time with a giggle, as you finish buttoning up the front of his baseball shirt. It finishes midway down your thighs, a little shorter than most of his shirts. Slightly more fitted. Is a little tight across your chest.

"You would have been less hot if you were naked ," he whimpers rather pathetically. Sits back up. Looks at you as if you've just put one of his Girls Generation posters through a paper shredder. A little bit of anguish. Betrayal, almost. "Fuckin' Lions girl in a Giants shirt ."

Saying it out loud is too much. He groans again and flops, once more, back down into his sheets. Pretends to cry.

"You're torturing me. This is torture . Look it up in a dictionary. Torture. Will just be a picture of you right now. Tortuuuuuure. Won't let me fuck you, but will go and do shit that you know will give me a hard-on." He pouts. Pulls his head up a bit to look over at you. "This is very unfriendly, B."

"What?" you tease. "Me wearing your shirt? Or you having a boner because of it?"

He frowns. Huffs. "Both."

"You need to learn self-control," you deadpan. "Consider this training."

"Consider this the end of our friendship."

Laughing, you don't take his petulant little remark seriously.

You really should do.

Not because your friendship is going to end, but because Jeongguk doesn't think your friendship can ever be the same. Not now.

And that in itself is a terrifying prospect.

The fact you don't even seem to realise?

It's the kinda shit that's gonna keep him up at night.

"C'mon," you call, satisfied with your teasing, unaware of the limbo he's in. "Breakfast."

You're already out of the room and walking down the hallways by the time Jeongguk gets himself together. Shaking his head, he rubs a hand over his face, pushing it back into his hair.

Just like you're fearful of making the same mistakes again, so is Jeongguk. He can already feel it happening, and he hates himself for it. Wrecked his friendship with Hayun 'cause he couldn't control his feelings. Is terrified the same will happen with you.

He's gotta rein it in. He has to rein it in. There's no other option.

After Busan, he tells himself. I'll sort myself out when I get back to the city. Will get my head straight. Stop myself from ruining things.

But for now?

He'll let himself indulge in his romanticisation of you. Will express his desire without care for the consequences. Will show you, once and for all, that intimacy can be fleeting without it being harmful.

Eventually, Jeongguk comes to stand beside you as you wash your hands in the kitchen. Washes his too. Says nothing. Just smiles. Flicks you with the water instead of drying them off.

"Asshole," you smile, not fussed in the slightest, but wary to fight back. You weren't born yesterday. You know how shit like this goes - so you don't wet him. You dry your hands off normally, much to his disappointment. "What are we having?"

He shrugs. "Not fussed. Could just cook some ramyeon?"

"Fine with me," you nod. Aren't really much of a breakfast person, so you'll just have whatever he wants. "What kind?"

Jeongguk walks over to a tall cupboard beside the stove, opening it up to reveal supermarket-level organisation. Years of living with two teenage boys meant his mother had created a robust storage system. She had to, given the amount the pair of them ate.

Standing behind him, there's a cautiousness to your hands as they gently hold onto his waist. Your nails scratch ever so slightly, in that same way that always makes Jeongguk melt into your touch.

"Hey," he says quietly.

"Hi," you smile, as he continues to peruse the cupboard. He's already spotted the ramyeon he wants. Doesn't wanna lose your touch, though. Will pretend to look for a little while longer.

Jeongguk's toned back is all you can see; the valley of his spine so deep you think it'd be a great place to get lost in. Warm skin, hard muscles, he's a myriad of complexities that not enough people appreciate. Deserves to be adored.

"You have so many teeny tiny freckles," you observe fondly. Have always liked it about him. Think that if they really are kisses from angels, then it only makes sense Jeongguk has so many.

"You think?"

"Mhmm. Loads."

"Where?"

It's a silly question. He knows it is. Just wants to keep you exactly where you are.

"Right..." You raise to your tippy toes. Hold his waist a little tighter to keep you balanced. Let your lips softly against his shoulder blade. "...Here."

One of his hands rests against yours. "That's only one. You said there were more."

You let his fingers lace with yours. Smile against his back. Sink down from your tippy toes. "There are."

He's so quiet, so sincere, as he says, "Show me."

Your lips trail down his back. Press against the small dark fleck a little lower, slightly closer to his spine. "There."

The way he inhales as your lips apply a little pressure lets you know he's trying to control himself. His urges. Wants. Needs. Desires.

"Where else, B?" he whispers.

Your lips trail even further down. Move to the other side of his back. Plant a pretty kiss on his skin, and yet it's his heart that blooms.

For all Jeongguk knows, you could be lying. Never really looks at his back other than when he's checking his form in the gym. Doesn't pay attention to the freckles dappled on his skin.

"Any more?" he asks, not wanting you to ever stop.

There's no objection from him as you turn his body around. His sweats are tenting, the loose fabric now strained - and yet you ignore it. Make no mention of it. Don't even let your eyes drop.

And so he doesn't mention it either. Just watches you. What you do. The way your lashes splay on the top of your glitter-stained cheeks as you press a kiss into the freckle on his ribcage.

On your tiptoes again, your lips find the freckle beneath his collarbone. In the dip of his muscles by his shoulder, there's something about this one that you especially love. You're not sure why. Maybe it's because you know very few people will know where to find it. Maybe it's because you like his chest just as much as he likes yours.

You reach for his hands as you do so. He doesn't object. You aren't holding them. Just holding onto them. Wonders when the fuck you would have noticed the freckles that he knows must be coming next.

Sure enough, you pull away. Don't look up at him. Just look at his hands as you raise them to your eye level. Check them over. Find what you're looking for. Just below the knuckle of his pinky is yet another freckle. Oh, he's covered . Adorned in so many tiny little blessings. His cheeks, by his eyes, down his chest, on his thighs; mapped out like constellations, they're endless. His very own glitter.

You're not certain if it's intentional, but Jeongguk's head tilts. Exposes his throat a little for you. Gets his neck freckle in prime position.

You ignore it. Save it for later. Keep his hands elevated. Kiss his palm; the pad beneath his thumb.

"How do you even notice them?" Jeongguk says fondly as he looks down at you with ever-adoring eyes. "You're so obsessed with me."

Shaking your head, you lower his hands. "Just observant."

Using his hips to balance yourself, you lower yourself, now. Jeongguk's breathing is a little irregular, lungs beating all out of sync. Just makes that freckle on his ribcage even more precious, now.

"Oh yeah?" he encourages. Brings that freckle-adorned hand of his down to stroke your cheek. "What else have you observed?"

Your hands slide from his hips to his thighs as you crouch. Eyes parallel to his crotch, you're sure he doesn't really want the current answer. Thick and firm, his cock is a sight to behold even when it's hidden beneath his grey sweats.

"Let me see your skin," you say instead. Glance up at him. Don't even realise you're wetting your lips. Are too consumed with anticipation - and so is he, judging by the way he fucking twitches.

Jeongguk could push his sweats down. Could give you total access.

But he knows you. Knows you're a fucking tease, and that the only way he's gonna get what he wants is if he plays you at your own game.

Hand still on your cheek, he uses the other to palm himself. "Don't think I've got any freckles here," he lies.

You're impatient. Forget that you're the one taking your time. "You should let me check."

He purses his lips together, as if to feign uncertainty. Is a little insolent in his tone. Deliberately bratty, 'cause he wants you to beg for it. "But I'm hard , B. You don't want my big hard cock in your face."

Oh, on the contrary.

"A sacrifice I'm willing to make," you assure him, as if you aren't salivating at the thought of it.

His tattooed thumb strokes your cheek. Brushes against your lip. There's no freckle there, but you press a kiss to it regardless. Part your lips. Let him sink his thumb onto your wet tongue. Eyes wide and focused up on him, the air around you both seems to get thinner. 

Neither of you breathe properly. 

Shallow breaths keep you alive, but only just.

Lips closing down around his thumb, giving him the kind of visual that'll finish him off in ten seconds flat if he's not careful, Jeongguk shakes his head. "Sounds like you don't want it."

It's in times like these that you hate Jeon Jeongguk. He knows how much you want him. Knows you wouldn't be in a position like this if you didn't. Knows that he's asking you to swallow pride.

Sliding his thumb from between your lips, oh-so-satisfied with the way it feels, Jeongguk shrugs. "Tell me what you want, B. Big girl words."

The urge to roll your eyes is resisted. Fine. You'll be pliant. Be good for him. Get him all stuttery and whiney, then you'll remind him who's really in control.

But for now you pout. Get a little closer. Study his outline. Press a kiss midway up his shaft where you know a freckle hides.

"There," you whisper, looking back up at him as he releases the claw clip from your hair. Wants it loose. Wants his fingers in it. "I'm pretty sure your freckle is there. Just let me check. Please, Jeongguk."

He takes a moment. Wants to make you beg more - but fuck. He's so fucking hard. A full day since he initiated this little stalemate, and he's regretted it ever since.

And so he nods.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, baby." His hand pushes into his sweats. Wraps around his firm length. Keeps it hidden. Strokes once. Twice. Rasps, "show me how good your memory is. Smart girl, aren't you? Smart, pretty baby."

You nod. Feel so pathetic, and needy, but it's been so long since you've been this desperate, and he's saying all the right things. You love it when he gets a little derogatory, granted - but when he compliments? Oh, you really will be smart for him. Would do fucking equations, if he asked.

"Tell me," he husks before he reveals himself to you. "Tell me how smart you are."

He likes it when you're kind to yourself. Always makes your eyes glow a little differently.

You shake your head. Say, "don't wanna tell you. Wanna show you."

And who is he to refuse?

One of his hands stretches his waistband a little, as the other pulls his cock free from its cotton restraints - and you fucking whine . Oh, it's perfect . Your disco ball eyes fucking glimmer. Shine.

As soon as he lets go of his cock, your hand replaces his. Grips around his base. Strokes a little. Thick and engorged, he's so pleased to see you. His slightly flared tip is so pretty and pink, his small slit dewy and wet from the excitement of the build-up.

"Just checking," you whisper as you slowly begin to wank his shaft. One of his hands is already in your hair. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip as he watches you, catching on his lip ring.

He nods. Encourages you to keep 'checking'. Can't even remember what the fuck you were checking for, now.

"Like that," he mumbles. Almost chokes on his own breath when your tongue licks against his head. A wet strip of your spit cools in the air. Feels in-fucking-sane. "Oh, fuck."

You do it again. Whatever he says this time is incoherent. Seems like he's forgotten how to talk.

And when you pull back a little? Ease his foreskin back? Get him all exposed and pretty for you? Gather enough spit in your mouth to make your hand feel like your pussy? Yeah . You know he's gonna forget how to breathe, too.

He squirms a little when he's fully retracted. Loves the grip you have on him. Doesn't know what's coming next - which is probably a good thing. He'd nut if he had to think about it for more than a split second.

You line yourself up. Tease a little wetness through your lips and onto his head. Stroke it across with your thumb.

"Fuck."

The noise that Jeongguk lets out when you finally spit on his cock? Heavenly.

You've never been one for religion, really, but think that God must have spent a little while longer crafting Jeongguk. It's why he's got so many damn freckles. Marks of a great creator, or some bollocks like that. A stamp of approval. One for each body part. Wouldn't be surprised to find a freckle on his big toe. They're bloody everywhere else.

Spreading your spit with the hand wrapped around his cock, you begin to pick up the pace. Wank him off like he deserves. Get him twitchy and whiny - but you both know he deserves more .

"That's it," he manages to say as you begin to tease him with your tongue. Up his shaft; around his sensitive head. Wet, needy kitten licks are paired with long, slow stripes, your wet lips kissing against him as if you don't have an aversion to such an intimate act.

One hand wrapped at the base, your other is gripping into his tight to keep you balanced.

It needn't be, for as soon as you take him in your mouth, Jeongguk's hands are in your hair.

"That's it," he rasps, head thrown back briefly as he pulses his hips to fuck himself a little further into your mouth. He can't look away for too long. Needs to see how pretty you are with his cock in your mouth - and yet as soon as he does, he knows he can't look at you for too long either. Too gorgeous. Too much glitter. Too fucking good for him. "Fuck yeah."

Your pace increases for him. You wanna keep him feeling this good. Keep him moaning. Keep his lip shaky and his tummy tense. He's so pretty when his brows are pushed together, chest heaving. His lip ring catches in the morning light that pours through the kitchen, as his deep dark eyes drink you in.

Working your way up and down his shaft, it's impossible to keep your eyes on him, and you hate it. All you wanna do is watch his face as he comes undone, but this isn't about you. It's about him, and making him feel good.

"Shit," he husks as he hits the back of your throat for the first time. You're surprised it took this long, but he's only just started to fuck your face like he wants to. Hands in your hair, hips a little erratic, he's the one in charge of the pace. "Such a good girl for me."

You whine, the sound vibrating around him. Pulling back, you release him, desperate for fucking air. It's not like he was cutting off your airways, you just sort of forgot that you had to breathe for a bit.

"Oh, fuck," he rasps, entranced by your breathlessness. The way you don't really stop? Spit on his cock again? Work your hand up his shaft? Yeah. He's obsessed. "Good girl, aren't you?"

Nodding, you hum in agreement. "So good for you, Koo."

You're surprised by the way Jeongguk encourages you up. Edges you back. Gets your ass perched against the island counter. He dips. Lifts you. Cleans up the evidence of a sloppy blowjob from your chin with his thumb.

Knows that if he'd have spent even a moment longer in your mouth, he would have cum.

It's too soon for that. He wants this to last, now that you're finally giving up on the bratty act. Spent a day going insane; delirious almost from his need to fucking finish. Funny, how now that it seems like an attainable goal, he's putting it off.

Of course he is, though. His favourite thing about fucking you isn't his own orgasms. It's yours .

There's no thought to your movements as your legs spread, just like there are no thoughts in his head as he stands between them. Hands on your thighs, Jeongguk's eyes are on yours. There's a fire burning behind them; a desire to ignite you, too.

The flames are too bright, you think. He'll scorch the earth. Reduce everything to ash.

And yet you don't take your eyes off his. You let him scar your soul. Time and time again, you let him.

It's the only proof you have that Jeon Jeongguk wants you. Wants to have you. To fuck you. To belong to you. Belong with you.

You shake the thoughts from your head. Know it's getting dangerous. Know that you just need little relief to start thinking normally again. You may have been torturing him by not putting out, but it hasn't been easy for you either.

His deft hands stroke up your thighs, a finger hooking beneath your underwear. He doesn't care for niceties. Get your pussy exposed. Is so fucking pleased to see how soaked you already are. Doesn't even need to tease you.

He just sinks his fingers straight into you. Two of them. Thick. Strong. Curved just right. Gets you gripping his shoulders, a gasp being bitten down into his skin. There's no wasted time. Jeongguk doesn't let you adjust. Doesn't ease the rhythm. Just picks up pace. Always fucks you so well with his hand, and now is no exception.

"Fuck," you whimper, because it's all you can manage.

"God," he husks, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Grits his teeth as he says, "you're so wet for me, B. So fuckin' wet. All from having my cock in your mouth, huh?"

"Gguk," you rasp back, breaths stuttering on account of how well he's edging you. Hands reaching for his cock, you're pleased when he moans into your touch. It's gentle, and half the speed at which he's pumping into you - but you aren't trying to make him cum. At least, not yet.

His breathy sigh of pleasure vibrates against your ear, his head shaking ever so gently. He's not saying no; simply expressing disbelief that it's possible to feel so fucking good. The sensation is suffocating; steals the air from his lungs, and yet his heart has never beat faster.

"Let me fuck you," he begs quietly, breaths heavy. "Let me fuck this cunt."

His thumb begins to work against your clit. He strokes. Caresses. Touches you just right. Gets you mewling. Gets you wanting more. You whine his name.

"Yeah?" he husks. Presses a kiss to the top of your ear. "You want that? Want me inside you, huh? Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me."

All you can do is nod. Whimper.

There's a tremble to your lips; a plea waiting to tumble from them.

Until all rather suddenly, Jeongguk's fingers ease. Brows furrow. He glances behind himself, and curses. Withdraws. "Hold that thought." Taps your knees. "Down, baby."

Panic written all over your features, you hop off the kitchen counter as Jeongguk lunges to flick the kettle on and rip open a packet of ramyeon. He's covering his tracks. Trying to make it seem like he wasn't about to do inexcusable things with you in his family's kitchen.

"Your cock is literally out," you hiss quietly, frantically smoothing down the shirt of his that's over your shoulders. You move quickly. Reach for the claw clip on the counter. Twist your hair up.

"Fuck," he curses, hissing just as quietly as you, both trying to restore some form of dignity. His sweats are quickly tugged a little further up, but his boner is still just as present. "Hands, hands, hands."

You're not sure if he's talking to you or himself, but he darts to run his hands under the tap, ridding his fingers of you.

There's a beep. The keypad of the front door slides up. Four more beeps. The passcode is being typed in.

"Shit," he whispers. Looks across to make sure you're decent and thanks the lucky stars you caught on to his panic as quickly as you did. "Take over ramyeon duty. I gotta stand behind the island."

He doesn't need to explain. He's still hard. Has to hide it.

You do as you're told.

Jeongguk's shirt covers you decently, but you're not a total idiot. You know how it looks.

"Oh!" The sound of Jeongguk's mother rounding the corner almost makes you grimace - but you've got a role to play. Gotta pretend like you haven't just had her sons- No. Shut up. Don't think about it. "Didn't realise you two would still be home!"

"Mum," Jeongguk smiles, sitting on one of the island stools while you add boiling water to the pot by the stove. "You're home early?"

There's a rustle of bags on the counter, the sweet smell of her rose perfume filling the air. "No, I'm not - it's midday!"

"Since when do you only work until midday?!" Jeongguk questions, absolutely baffled.

"Morning," you interrupted, turning to give his mother a smile. She reciprocates, and laughs when you say, "or is it afternoon? I never know what midday is."

"Afternoon, I think," she says, then pauses. Shifts her weight to one hip. Looks into the distance. Hums in consideration. "Actually, I'm not sure now you mention it."

Jeongguk looks between you both in the same way he'd look at two puppies chasing their tails. Arguably the two most important women in his life - fiercely independent, incredibly smart and generally better than him - and wonders how the fuck you don't understand how days work.

"Think I'm losing brain cells," he simply states, to which his mother scolds him. He widens his eyes. Pouts a little. Hides a giggle. "Sorry."

"And anyway, young man!" She changes the topic, and begins to put her shopping away. It's just a few bits and bobs from the mart across the road; peppers and a bottle of sauce that Jeongguk's father loves. "Why are you making our guest do the cooking? We both know you'll be the one scoffing it all down!"

There's something incredibly considerate about Jeongguk's mother. She didn't have to refer to you as 'our' guest. She could have said 'your'. Instead, she groups herself in with Jeongguk. Likely groups the whole family together in that statement. Is a woman of inclusion; sunshine on a cloudy day.

Jeongguk whines; behaves exactly as you'd expect him to when at home. Is the youngest child through and through. You knew he could be pouty, but it's tenfold, now.

"Honestly, I raised you better, Jeon Jeongguk," she tuts - but she's smiling. Throwing you a playful glance.

It's a back-and-forth: Jeongguk's mum pretends to tell him off, and he pretends to be upset about it.

"Does he make you do all the cooking back home, too?" she sighs, turning her full attention to you - and that's when she notices what you're wearing.

You're in a striped baseball shirt. Lotte Giants. At first glance, Jeongguk's mum is incredibly confused - but then she notices the 01 in place of the 12 that is on Jeongmins shirt. The name arched above the number? Jeon Jeongguk.

You think nothing of the way her eyes flicker over to Jeongguk, a knowing smile on her lips. Think that she's still just mucking around.

Jeongguk interrupts again, because of course he does.

"Back home?" he scoffs at the implication. "We're not dating."

You laugh now, too, because the suggestion seems absurd.

Before his mum can call bullshit on him, he adds, "she does make a mean pasta though. Shit's delicious -"

"Language."

"Sorry. I mean, it's really good. Next time you come to visit, I'll hire her as our personal chef."

"Do I get a say in this?" You laugh, taking the ramyeon off the heat. "Strainer?"

Jeongguk's mum pulls open a drawer in the island, where the sieve is sitting on top of some pans. Realises you're a little too far to reach it, so kindly passes it to you.

"No," Jeongguk says, then turns his attention to his mum again. "You got plans this afternoon?"

She nods. Snacks on a grape from the punnet she picked up in the mart. "Remarkably, my life doesn't revolve around you."

"I'm literally your child."

"You're twenty-five years old."

"That is beyond the point," Jeongguk scoffs in faux offence. "So it doesn't matter if we're not around?"

She shakes her head. Finishes her grape. Reaches over to the sink draining board to get you both a pair of chopsticks as you dish the ramyeon up into a stainless steel bowl that Jeongguk had already set out for you. "Of course not. It's a nice day, you two should go out. I've got a hair appointment and then I'm meeting your auntie for coffee. Won't be around until this evening. Do you two fancy dinner? I could see if your cousins are around?"

Jeongguk shakes his head as he begins to chow down on the ramyeon before you've even hopped up on the stool next to him. He can be the most considerate man in the world, but as soon as he's presented with food? All manners evade him.

"Don't put yourself out," he eventually says, pushing the bowl a little further over so that it's between you both equally. Kicks you gently with his foot as you take your seat. Doesn't let his satisfaction show when you kick him back. "I'm not sure what we're doing yet, so don't worry about making plans. We'll figure it out."

"If you're sure?" she offers, but Jeongguk insists. "Alright then, I best be off. Clean up the kitchen before you go out, hm? You, Jeongguk." she emphasises, before she smiles at you. "Not you, sweetheart. He needs to learn how to give and take." Sighs. "Boys."

"Hey!" Jeongguk protests, mouth half full. Swallows it down. Rants. "I always wash up when she cooks. Every time! She never has to ask!"

His mum simply raises a brow. "So you do cook together back home?"

For reasons you can't pinpoint, your cheeks flame. That mouthful Jeongguk had just swallowed? Yeah. He chokes on it.

She doesn't wait for a response. Just heads for the door with a chuckle. "Clean up!"

"Heard you the first time!" Jeongguk stresses back, but the door is closed behind her before any more can be said.

As soon as the lock whirs, confirming it's shut, Jeongguk tosses his chopsticks down. Slouches his posture, and lets out a breath so deep it's like he hasn't been breathing the entire time. Shakes his head. Laughs.

You do the same.

He looks over to you, face a little bunched up. There's a small grin on his face, but you know it's from relief more than anything. "I'm so fucking sorry."

You laugh, now too. Nudge his knee with yours. Don't object when his hand rests on top of it, thumb stroking your skin.

"She so fucking knew ," you whine, pouting as you lean forward to rest your forehead against the island counter. Groan. "Mortifying."

Jeongguk shakes your leg in his grip and lets it go again. Strokes your back now, instead. Soothes you.

"She didn't," he deludes himself. Considers it for a moment. Decides, "well, at least I don't think she knows we were like... yanno. She definitely thinks you're in love with me, though."

You sit up. Pull away from him. Look at him with the utmost disgust.

"ME?!" You roar. "In love with YOU?! Oh please."

"You were cooking for me, wearing my shirt, in my house," he reminds you. "It's like you've got a little crush, B. So cute."

"Please," you scoff, getting to your feet, and heading back to Jeongmin's room. You wanna get changed and ready for the day. Think that maybe going out would do you good. "Wouldn't fancy you even if you were the last man on earth."

Jeongguk just smirks as you walk away. "Weird. If you don't fancy me, why was my cock in your mo-"

"SHUT UP!"

Quietly laughing to himself in the kitchen, Jeongguk curses suddenly - because apparently even the mere mention of you sucking his dick makes him twitch. He throws his head back. Groans. Whyyyy .

He decides against trying to reignite the fire that was burning between you earlier. The moment is gone - and you really ought to do something with your day.

"How do you feel about a hike?" He calls through to Jeongmin's room as he walks into his own.

"How do you feel about masturbating with a cheesegrater?" You reply, because like fuck are you hiking in these temperatures. It's still winter. The air is dry and the winds burn.

"What is wrong with you?!" he shrieks, clearly putting a little imagination to your question. "That's grotesque."

"So is a hike in this weather!"

"It's nice!"

"The sun is shining. That's all. Still bloody freezing."

He knows you're right - he just really likes one of the coastal trails, and thinks you'd like it, too. He's not gonna push for you to do it, though. You can always just do it next time.

"Alright then," he concedes through the wall. "You wanna be tourists for the day?"

"I've never seen Gamcheon," you admit. The culture village - a myriad of colourful houses and murals - is a little far out. A steep hike up hilly streets or a rickety green bus is the only way you can access it. You hate those buses almost as much as you hate hills - and it's a shame, because you know it's iconic. You just always choose to spend your time in Busan down by the coast, instead.

"Never seen-" he shrieks again, this time in disbelief. "Alright. We'll go there. We'll get the bus, though. Ain't parking up there. It's a nightmare, even in the winter."

You agree, because you know no matter how much you dislike those buses, Jeongguk being there will make it so much better. He has a way of alleviating your stresses. Makes everything okay. Just like a best friend should.

And so you set off on your afternoon. Follow his lead.

He's your unofficial tour guide for the afternoon. Shows you around the myriad of colourful houses. Tells you bullshit stories about their origins, and you pretend to believe him. He shows you a mural of some idols.

"Not sure who they are. Handsome, though."

You agree. "One of them looks a bit like you."

"You think?"

"Mhmm."

"I'm better looking."

"Sure you are."

The afternoon is lost and found in a maze of patterns and paintings; mosaics and murals. He takes you to his favourite cafe. The coffee is shit, but the owner has pet ducks that waddle around, so it makes it all worth it. You get every stamp on the little map around the village. A hundred photos are taken. Jeongguk photobombs a solid 50%. Laughs at himself every time. He doesn't mind it when you photobomb his. In fact, he prefers those pictures.

By the time you're done with the village, you're starving . Have been on your feet for so long that it feels like they might fall off.

The area you're in is a little run down; paint peeling off the walls of old retail buildings. There's half a dozen hostess bars, and just as many motels to accommodate the illicit deals that are made in the dead of night.

There's a KTX station just a few blocks over, so it makes sense. Just because red-light districts have been outlawed doesn't mean they don't still exist. The neon signs are just pink now, and the girls do technically work in the service industry - they just earn their tips from a slightly different service.

"Okay, I know it seems sketchy, but trust me," Jeongguk promises when you walk past a Greecian-themed motel, complete with nude statues by the entryway. "The neighbourhood is questionable, yes, but I swear it's got the best chicken in Busan."

Again, just like earlier, you follow his lead. Blindly trust him. Let him drag you into a chicken place that looks like it was built in the middle ages - and that's how you know it's good.

"Not sure what I want," you muse, checking over the menu in front of you when you eventually pick a table towards the back of the shop. It's outrageously large. A3 sheets. No menu needs to be so huge. Kind of irritates you - but everything does when you're as frustrated as you are right now. Your eyes flicker up to his, a smile resting on your glossy lips. "What's tasty in Busan?"

Jeongguk looks at you. Shrugs. 

Throws you an expression that you just know means trouble.

He doesn't even bother to look at the menu before he replies.

"You should know. You've already had a Busan delicacy in your mouth this morning."

Such a boy.

"Was it really that good?" you banter back. "Can't remember. Think I'll have to try it again."

"Can't remember?" he snorts. "You couldn't stop going back for more, B. You know you loved it."

"Did I?" you toy with his ego a little, just because you can. "Maybe I just didn't want the chef to feel bad."

"Oh really?" he laughs. "Well fine. In that case, I'm sure you won't mind if someone else tries it, instead?"

"Someone else?"

"Anyone else," he nods. "Just cause you didn't like it doesn't mean someone else won't. Might even become their favourite food."

Sounds like a threat - and for some reason, it works.

"Said I'll try it again," you insist. The idea of him letting someone else have him? Yeah. You don't like it. "Don't deprive a girl of a perfectly good meal just 'cause she isn't sure if she likes it. Sometimes you need a second taste."

"Is that what you want?" Jeongguk asks as he reclines into his seat. Your mind flashes to his bedroom; his tie around your wrists. Fuck . "You want a second try?"

You shrug your shoulders. Recline, too. Mirror his body language.

In tandem, your bodies feel naturally inclined to reflect one another. It's innate. Intrinsic. Night and day.

You think he's midday; sweltering heat and nothing to hide. Think that maybe you're midnight; a shooting star to make an ill-fated wish upon.

If Jeongguk were to ever learn of these thoughts, he'd probably agree - but thinks you're midnight for a dozen different reasons. None of them bad.

He thinks, primarily, that you're the embodiment of every star that has ever burned through the height of midnight. You're all of the secrets ever hidden away, illuminated only by moonlight, whispered between friends. You're nervous touches in darkened rooms, and the cosmic entities that dapple his brain whenever his eyes are closed.

He met you at midnight, and time has never really functioned normally since.

The concept of days are lost on him. He doesn't count in minutes nor hours. Now, it's simply time passed since he last saw you , or time yet to pass until he sees you again .

And in those fleeting moments when he's looking at the cosmos herself? 

Well, time stands still. Ceases to exist.

Romanticisations of you are typically reserved for moments alone; when Jeongguk's brain is empty of everything except the scent of your perfume and the loss of your touch.

More often than not, it occurs at midnight - and that just solidifies his conclusions of your character.

The restaurant you're in is busy. There are people chattering, vibrant oranges coating the walls and rogue neon lights polluting his vision. Fryers sizzle, alarms ring, tills ding. There's chaos. Pandemonium. An overload for anyone's senses.

And yet, Jeongguk's brain is working just like it does when he's alone. It's you, you, you. That's all he can focus on.

"How hungry are you?" Jeongguk asks, reading into the way you're mirroring him.

He isn't asking about food. You both know this.

"Fucking starving."

His head tips back, lips pressing together, his silver ring flipping ever so slightly in the corner of his mouth as he withholds a satisfied laugh.

As he looks back down at you, he edges forward in his chair. Rests his elbows on the table. Clasps his hands beneath his chin and glances to the side. Checks who's within earshot. Figures the rest of the people in the restaurant are too far away to hear. Is so hard in his jeans that he doesn't give a shit even if they do hear. Let them.

"Me too."

"Oh yeah?" you tease, sultry in how your posture remains as it was. "Watcha fancy, huh? Watcha wanna taste?"

Stupid fuckin' question, he wants to laugh, but now isn't the time. If he didn't know better, he'd think you were flirting.

And so he shrugs now.

"Same thing I wanted this morning, B."

Again, you both know the insinuation - but you wanna be vulgar. Wanna be direct. Wanna get him all hot beneath his collar and hard in Calvins. Aren't aware he's already throbbing.

"Oh," you purr, subtleties well and truly abandoned. "So you wanna eat my pussy?"

He has to stop himself from groaning. Thinks he might die.

Looks around himself again. Hates that you're in the booth seat. Wishes he was on that side with you. There's a safety that comes with it. A little extra darkness. The ability to hold a hand and have no one know.

Not that hand-holding is commonplace for you. Yesterday was an anomaly. A bird. Might be revised one day, but it's best not to make a habit of it.

"Say it," you smirk regardless, clearly enjoying the tease. Lift your chin a little. Challenge him. "Tell me how much you want it."

You're not even sure why you're doing this. Just enjoy the confirmation that you're still wanted. You like how you're able to get Jeongguk hot under the collar, even if you don't make his heart beat faster.

Though you may not have his heart, you have his attention - and after everything the pair of you have weathered, it's comforting.

"B, there are people-"

You don't care. "Tell me how much you wanna eat me out."

"B," he warns. There's an agitation in his voice. Frustration.

You pout. Give him your best wide-eyed gaze. Make sure you're extra whiny when you beg, "Please, Koo."

"Fuck," he curses. Adjusts in his seat. Presses down on himself. Thinks if he was ever gonna cum in pants, it would be now. "Don't call me that."

If you do it again, he'll surely die. Decides he can't risk it.

"Tell me-"

"I wanna fucking drown in it," he grits, interrupting you so harshly it actually shocks you. Makes you gasp. Tongue ties you - and oh, how Jeongguk loves it when you're lost for words. So he continues. Get nastier . Whispers. This is just for you. All for you. "I wanna make you cum, B. Wanna make you cum like I did on New Year's. Wanna make you squirt . And then? And then I wanna fucking drown in it."

It's only when he stops talking that he realises his chest is heaving a bit. So is yours.

He smirks. "Better?"

You look around now, too. Aren't really sure what you'd been expecting, but it wasn't that .

Letting out a small laugh of disbelief, you run your fingers back through your hair. Regain your poise. Pretend to be unaffected. Pretend like you didn't feel yourself getting wetter.

From the look on his face - Smug. Arrogant. - you know that he already knows. Asshole .

"We should order our food to go," you say, nodding as if that will make him agree. Don't know where you'll 'go' to, just know that you need privacy. A room with a door that can be locked and curtains that can be drawn. Soundproofing is preferable, but not essential.

He nods back. Thinks you should have suggested it from the get-go.

"B I'm not fucking kidding. Been fucking hard for like, 48 hours. I gotta-"

"I know," you laugh fondly. It's been aeons since you were this ravenous. Love his outfit, but Christ . You wanna tear it off of him right this instant. "I'm not kidding either. Order to go."

"My mum's at home."

"So? I never said we'd go home."

"So what? You wanna get me arrested for public indecency?" Jeongguk smirks.

"Cuffs are kinda hot," you tease back - and then you're reminded of his room, and that stupid fucking tie that acted like a pair of cuffs and fuck . You don't even care about the food any more.

"You're not wrong," he says, then calls over to the server. As he approaches, a pleasant smile on his face, he's none the wiser that Jeongguk's cock is so hard it feels like he may die. Kind of makes you smile. He masks it well. Cute. "Can we order to take out, instead? Had a change of plans."

It's no problem. The waiter is happy to accommodate. Tells Jeongguk there'll be a ten-minute wait on the food.

"It's fine," Jeongguk smiles. "No rush."

And yet as soon as it's just the two of you again, Jeongguk whines.

"Swear if it takes even a second longer than ten minutes, we're going to the bathrooms."

"You're not fucking me in a chicken shop bathroom," you deadpan, realistically knowing you'd let him fuck you anywhere he likes.

"It's that or the table," he assures you, face just as straight as yours despite his ridiculous claim.

"Then you really will be arrested for public indecency."

"So will you," he reminds you. "How very Bonnie and Clyde of us."

"They die, yanno," you remind him right back. Think that he needs to brush up on his failed romance lore. "We'd make the local news."

"And I'll die if I don't cum in the next half an hour," he assures you. "We better not end up on the news for a chicken shop shag. My parents would disown me."

"That'd really blow my chances with your brother, wouldn't it?" you sigh. "Maybe we shouldn't."

Jeongguk doesn't like this suggestion. Frowns. Clarifies. "Shouldn't fuck? Or shouldn't fuck here?"

"Oh, just here," you assure him. Bite down on your bottom lip, cheeks rosy from just how indecent this entire conversation is. "Think we'll both die if we don't orgasm soon."

"Don't think I'm gonna last even, like, a minute," Jeongguk pouts, admitting his biggest worry. Wants you so bad, but doesn't think he'll be able to savour it like he wants to.

"So like normal, then."

"Fuck you."

You resist the urge to make another joke. Tell him to behave himself. You've only got a little while to wait for the food. Need a plan of action. Need to decide where the fuck you'll be able to relieve yourselves of the pent-up frustration. It was fun while it lasted, but it's unbearable now.

"Look, I won't lie, B," Jeongguk sighs. "There's only one solution here."

"Abstinence?"

"Are you fucking mental? No," he shakes his head. "Worse."

"Worse?"

"Worse."

You know what he's gonna suggest, 'cause you considered it too.

After all, the district you're in is known for them.

"You're not taking me to a fucking love motel, " you whisper in judgemental horror.

You know Jeongguk; know how particular he is about his laundry and cleanliness. He might be filthy in bed, but he's always the filthiest in the shower. Likes being able to wash away his sins. You think a motel would kill his boner instantly.

But it's the forbidden nature of them that makes him a little curious. He's never used one. Never needed to. Not until now. Used to be far better at controlling himself.

You kind of make him go a little crazy.

He can't remember ever choosing sex over food. Would always eat first.

But then again, you were never an option before now.

"Private room or public bathroom," Jeongguk simply shrugs, a little impatient. He's not in the mood to be making deals. "Take your pick."

"You'd rather die than use the bathroom," you say.

He agrees, but also says, "gonna die if you don't let me fuck you, regardless, so who cares?"

There's something oddly charming about that, you think.

There really isn't it. You're just too horny to fully comprehend the language anymore. Everything Jeongguk says sounds like a sonnet. He'll continue to whisper Elysian words worthy of Shakespeare himself until you reach post-cum-clarity.

And then you'll realise his words are just those of a boy desperately trying to get laid.

Until then, you'll bestow upon him admiration reserved for the greatest of poets. Will convince yourself no man has ever used language in the way that he has; that the twist of his tongue sounds as pretty as it feels when it's on your skin.

"And if I agree?"

Jeongguk looks at you like the answer is painfully obvious.

"You get fucked?" He shakes his head a little, confused at how you didn't already reach that conclusion. "Oh, just one thing, though."

The way he begins to grimace lets you know that you're not gonna like whatever it is. Still, you encourage him to continue.

He grits his teeth. Winces. "Gonna have to use your ID for check-in."

The facade slips, like glass shattering all around you. His status as your cheeky, yet infuriatingly charming best friend returns.

"What?!" You pout, voice all distressed and pathetic. "Why?"

"Because," he stresses. "What if the owner knows my parents?!"

"You look just like your dad," you remind him. "If they know your parents, they'll know it's you regardless of your ID."

"Plausible deniability," he counters. "But if they see my ID? No denying that I'm a Jeon."

You laugh, because you think Jeongguk's got the kind of face that stands out. Think that anyone who had met him even once would be able to pick him out from a crowd. He's not the type of person you just forget. One little flick of his lip ring? Yeah. Ain't no way anyone could get him out of their head.

"Look, we can make up a cover story," Jeongguk offers, clutching at straws. A playfulness returns to his eyes. "What if... we're a young married couple on the run. Nothing sleazy."

"On the run?!"

He grins. Finds your slight horror funny. "Yeah. Dangerous. Sexy."

You narrow your eyes. Decide to entertain him, 'cause how can you refuse?

"Fine," you eventually giggle. "How long have we been married?"

"6 years," Jeongguk says. Doesn't even have to think about it. Has always been good at playing make-believe. "Eloped as soon as we could. Our families don't approve."

"Oh?" You question, a little surprised. This doesn't bode well. "Still? After six years?"

"Still," he grins, enthralled by your willingness to play along despite your incessant need to challenge him. "I'm the son of a powerful businessman. You're the cleaner's daughter."

"Oh, a Cinderella-type story," you purse your lips. "But also fuck you. Feels very gender-role-conforming. How did I win your heart?"

It's a funny story... he thinks, but shakes his head. Now is no time for the truth.

"Firstly, it's not about gender - you're the smarter one. You work harder. Are the underdog of the story," he assures you, but you don't really buy it. Think he's just stupid. And a boy. And realise that actually maybe it's fitting. "You used to come with your mum to my parents' house. Would rearrange my sculptures-"

"Dolls."

"Shut up. Would rearrange them just to annoy me, and it did."

"But then?"

"Then I started arranging them back," he nods, pleased with the little story he's concocting. He really is a true romantic, you think, even if this is all just one long-winded attempt to get laid. "One thing lead to another and - boom - in love."

Okay, so maybe he isn't a fine detail kinda guy (although he totally is), but it's the thought that counts. He twinkles his fingers when he makes the sound effect, his big brown eyes just as sparkly.

Laughing, you can't help but find the whole situation ridiculous. Your order is getting bagged up by the front desk. You should get up. Should go.

But you don't.

You indulge in the fallacy of him, and his big ideas. Grand plans. Revel in them. Adore them.

"Okay," you begin to clarify the tall tale. "So we eloped. Been together for 6 years. Why are we in a motel?"

"Like I said, baby. We're on the run," he grins. You burst out laughing, so he just continues. Both pretend like he didn't just call you baby. Will chalk it up to him already being in character. "We're wanted by Interpol."

"Interpol?!"

"We scammed a Vegas casino," he tells you with a face straighter than a spirit measure. "Fled to Busan. Now we're darting into a motel because we think we're being tailed."

"And are we being tailed?"

"No," Jeongguk says. "Just paranoid. It will be our inevitable downfall - but for now, we're high on adrenaline and maybe a little something else, I don't know, so a motel seems like a safe bet."

"And once we're in?"

"I'll shave my head and you'll dye your hair," he deadpans. Has seen it in half a dozen films that always end in disaster. Naive of him to think yours won't. "Secure our new identities."

"And then?" You encourage once more.

"Well, then we'll fuck," he says nonchalantly, as if he hasn't just declared his intentions to the restaurant around you. Not like anyone heard. Not like he'd care even if they did. Let them know. Let them think about the way he'll claim you as his own. Let them imagine your pretty little face as he gets you coming undone. Let them know. "Re-consummate the marriage under our new identities."

He's looking at you with an intensity you don't quite recognise. You don't realise the thoughts behind his dark eyes. Are unaware his brain is as territorial as his cock is hard.

"Can we skip the hair part?" You whine. Don't want him to shave his head. Like his hair, and how it feels to lock your fingers in it.

"No."

"Please."

"No-"

"But I wanna fuck you," you pout softly. It takes him by surprise. Had momentarily forgotten how bold you were both being earlier. Was too lost in his fantasy. "Dying hair takes the best part of an hour. I can't wait that long. I'll die."

The way you stroke his ego makes his heart swell. Cock, too. A rush of blood pumps through his body. He's all testosterone and bad decisions, but he doesn't give a fuck. Won't give a fuck until he comes.

"God, you are horny," he teases. Likes it when you play hard to get, but likes it just as much when you're desperate.

"I was on my knees for you earlier," you remind him. "There's a reason we hadn't done that before."

"The reason being?"

"Gets me a little insatiable. I put the worship in cock worship," you sigh, an air of indifference to your tone. Despite the flirt, you're still able to pretend like you don't really give a fuck - and that just makes him want you more. "You put in the cock."

"Thanks," he laughs. "Guessed that much. You really like giving head, huh?"

"I like power," you simply say.

The truth of the matter is that yes, you like it. Love it. Adore the way men sound when they're all whiney and pathetic just as much as you like a guy who takes control with it.

"Power?" He raises a brow.

You smirk. Won't give him the truth. Instead, will reclaim your status as just a friend.

"One bite and I could ruin your life."

Jeongguk's smile explodes onto his face, a stunted laugh catching in his throat. "Okay, so I'm never putting my cock in your mouth again."

"No!" You say a little too quickly. "I mean, I wouldn't - but I could ."

"Yeah, nope," he just laughs, now. Is glad you're diverting the conversation a little. He needs to be able to stand up, soon. Needs his boner to soften a little. "Never again."

"But-"

"Absolutely not."

" Koo ."

"Don't call me that."

"You know you liked it," you remind him with a teasing grin. "You know you wanna fuck my mouth again, Koo ."

And God, you want it, too. Want his hands in your hair. Want his raspy little moans soundtracking the lewdness of him hitting the back of your throat.

"I'll stick it down your throat just to shut you up," he deadpans.

"And they say romance is dead."

"You're the one who loves sucking on my cock," he smirks. "Not exactly romantic."

"There's nothing more romantic than swallowing spunk," you say all very stoically. "You think I'd let just any man finish in my-"

"Y'know, sometimes I think you don't actually want to fuck," he laughs, cutting off your train of verbalised thought. "The shit you say is just so..."

He doesn't finish. Doesn't need to.

Unhinged? Confusing?

Either could apply. They'd both be correct.

"Put your cock in my mouth and you won't have to hear it."

He shakes his head. "Don't trust you not to bite, now."

"Pussy," you pout, realising you may have fucked it. Shouldn't have threatened violence against a cock as nice as his. Rookie error. Desperately try to claw back control. "Live life on the edge. Take a risk. Gamble a nibble to win a swallow. Worth it."

Regretfully, he thinks it is.

"Are you always like this?" Jeongguk asks, a little bemused. Gamble a nibble. You really are something else. "Like, is this how you seduce boys? Just confuse them into obsession?"

You shrug. Grin. "Sometimes. Not often, though. I'm not actually trying to seduce you, idiot. Just messing with you 'cause you're my best friend."

"Do you offer to suck all your bestie's dicks?"

"Danbi doesn't have a dick," you remind him. "Now, pussy on the otherha-"

"I don't need to know," Jeongguk decides. He's already got Jimin confirmation. Doesn't wanna have to think about you fucking anyone else he already knows.

"I'm just joking," you laugh. "Dan is straighter than a ruler."

"They're quite bendy, actually," Jeongguk corrects you.

"Maybe," you admit. "But they always snap back to a straight position."

He can't fault that logic. Thinks it's probably the best way to describe himself. Has his own curiosities and wonders, granted, but can't really imagine himself exploring them with anyone who doesn't have long-term partner potential - and when it comes to romance, he really is straighter than a ruler.

Kind of likes how open you are about your experiences. Makes him feel safe in exploring his own desires with you.

The conversation is ended by the server coming to retrieve you both. The bill is rung up, and Jeongguk pays. You let him. Will just transfer him half of the balance a little later.

Curiously, as he holds the door open for you, Jeongguk grabs onto your hand. Slides his fingers between yours.

"Making it believable," he just says when you chirp slightly. "We don't have rings. Gotta make the couple thing seem legit."

You don't have to do that in the slightest. It's perfectly acceptable for two young people to show up to a love motel together and rent it for a few hours.

Yet he keeps on holding your hand.

And you let him.

There's a motel a few blocks up, but you're hesitant.

"It's on the main road," you hiss just above the noise of traffic. The tips of your fingers are icy cold, but Jeongguk's keeping you warm for the most part.

"The quicker we get inside, the quicker this is over and done with," he assures you.

"Rude."

"Didn't mean it like that," he grins. Squeezes your hand. Pulls you a little closer as you continue down the path. Rests his lips against the crown of your head. Is quiet as he says, "gonna fuck you for hours, B."

You withhold a small laugh. "You're gonna nut as soon as you get in the room."

"Maybe," he admits with a soft grin. Presses a kiss against your head and pulls away a little. Restores his posture. Is confident in his strides. "Got a pair of hands and a mouth, though."

The mention of them almost makes you groan. "Fuck it," you concede. Pull on his hand to guide him towards the entrance of the motel.

You're no-nonsense as you get to the front desk. Let go of Jeongguk's hand. Get your ID and card out as he stands a little sheepishly behind you.

The place is dreary. Drab. Dark. Sin lines the walls and desire laces the air; a cesspit of human acts that are as hedonistic as they are hellish. The room rate is tacked up on the wall, thick black lines putting a price on privacy. Half a dozen numbers have been scribbled over, the price increasing with every stroke of the pen. Far more expensive than the going rate online, but you don't care. Will pay anything at this point.

There's no price that can be put on how it feels to be desired by Jeongguk. No monetary value could ever compare to the whisper of his lips against yours as he finishes. Priceless .

Card charged, ID photocopied for their records, you're given a key. Room 305. Your check out is the next morning, 'cause you couldn't bring yourself to ask for a day rate.

Silent as you step into the elevator, Jeongguk stands across from you. Food takeout in one hand, there's a casual arrogance to his stance. He leans back against the wall. Rakes down your body with his eyes as you press the button encouraging the doors to close.

Glancing up, you spy the camera in the top corner. Know it's flickering onto a grainy screen behind the front desk. There's an audience. Just one slightly older man who's probably seen far worse offenders than you and your 'husband' for the afternoon.

Jeongguk bites down on his lip. Grins. Lets his lips ring to do the thing. Shakes his head as if he can't believe his luck. Lets his eyes drop to his feet a little before the focus is back on you. Wants to speak. To say something impressive. Something that will make you want him.

But he's stumped. Just continues looking at you; your glitter, your pretty little smile, your sparkling eyes.

And so you're the one to break the silence. "Come here."

He does as he's told. Stops just an inch away from you. Looks down. Presses his lips in on themselves; makes sure they aren't dry. Whispers, "here."

Your hands trail up his throat, arms wrapping around his neck, as your feet press up to their tippy toes. His empty hand cradles your back, keeping your balance neutral.

"Missed a freckle earlier," you whisper. He hums. Encourages you to continue. Knows exactly which one it is. You lean closer. Let your lips graze his. "It's right here. Just below your lip."

So close, your nose nudges against his. Eyes close. Lips press down.

He reciprocates. Whines a little into the kiss. It's a luxury. One he knows not to waste. Grips your waist. Parts his lips. Lets your tongue stroke against his.

Hands in his hair, you know that anyone watching the CCTV stream would believe your lovebird story.

There's an unbridled desire between you both, one that can only be remedied naked - although you're pretty sure he could take you right here in the lift, and it would be just as satisfying (but then you really would get arrested for public indecency).

He pulls back slightly. Rests his forehead on yours. Keeps his eyes closed. You're breathing him in to stay alive.

"I didn't think we did 'that'," he husks. Didn't want it to stop. Just wants to be sure you want it.

And so when you press your lips back against his, ever so briefly, he smiles.

"We don't," you simply shrug as the elevator pulls to a stop. Loosening your grip, you smile. Wait for the doors, and pull him down the corridor as soon as they open. "But we aren't 'us', remember?"

Oh, how Jeongguk loves that you're always so willing to play. You'll feed into his make-believe, and pretend as if it doesn't affect your reality. The game is dangerous, but Jeongguk is safe.

The scrunch of his nose as he enthrals in your acceptance of his childish nature is evidence enough that making Jeongguk happy is the most rewarding task on the planet.

You think, for this reason, that you shouldn't blur the lines between friendship and fucking - but the key is in the door, and Jeongguk's lips are on your neck.

There's only one way this will end.

Turning to face him as the door clicks open, you let his lips find yours again. Will worry about the consequences later. Maybe.

"Gguk-" you mumble against him, eyes closed, following his guide as he pushes you both into the room. Your words are interrupted by the intrusion of his tongue licking against yours. He's desperate. Wants to be yours in every capacity he can be.

The way you grip a little tighter onto him, nails digging into his skin lets him know you don't mind.

Still, he takes a split second to grunt, "What is it?"

You're the one cutting off his words now as you press back up into his lips. Let his hands run all over your body. Pause only when the back of your legs hit something. You assume it's the bed. Are proven right when Jeongguk manoeuvres you both onto it. There's little discussion. Moans. Grunts. Nothing of any substance, yet it says so much more than any fucking word could.

He prizes your shirt off of you while you frantically unbuckle his belt. The sound of clattering metal unleashes something in you. Gets you so desperately needy. Has you taking your own trousers off as Jeongguk quickly stands to rid himself of his jeans.

"So fucking hot," Jeongguk praises as he prowls back on top of you, lips finding yours instantly. His tattooed arms keep him supported by your head, while his over dips to rub your clothed cunt. Precision nor accuracy matter. Above anything else, he just wants to be holding you. Claiming you. Your moans are an added bonus.

His lips break from yours to scatter wet kisses up your throat, tongue massaging the spot that always gets you panting. Beneath his body, you're squirming, overwhelmed by the way he's making you his.

He's rarely ever this quiet. You think it's because he's busy - and he is - but it's not why. It's because he doesn't trust himself. One lost thought spoken too soon could ruin everything, so he keeps his lips busy. Nips at the soft flesh of your chest. Wishes you weren't wearing your bra still. Is oddly perplexed to notice the set you're wearing. It's black. White banding. Calvin fuckin' Klein stitched into it. You're fucking matching him. He finds your lips again, 'cause it feels like his head is gonna explode.

Your hand clasps his wrist. Can barely make it halfway round. You're not stopping his movements. Just need a little control, or you're gonna finish too soon.

"Fuck me," you beg into his lips. "Please fuck me."

"If I fuck you I'm gon-"

"Fuck me," you reinforce your plea. "I don't care. Cum inside me. I don't give a fuck."

You really should. You know such a primitive human act is one that's gonna leave you feeling all sorts of fucked up - but you already feel that way, so what's the harm? Maybe it will help.

Jeongguk pauses. His chest heaves. Pulls away from you, hands stroking all over your body. God. He'll never get bored of this. Of you. Of how this feels.

The lights are off and the blinds are closed. Neither of you has inspected the room like you really should have done.

Small streaks of light sneak through the Venetians. They paint you in gold. You glitter. Of course you do.

Eventually, after what feels like a lifetime of him drinking you in, glossy brown eyes all star-drunk and cosmic, he nods. Whispers. "Gonna fuck you."

You nod, too. Watch as he takes off his boxees. Rid yourself of your bra and he strips you of your panties. No words are exchanged. Why would they be? You both know what you want.

He climbs back onto the bed. Presses a chaste kiss to your lips as one of his hands grips your cleavage. His fingers are tight. Possessive. Intolerant of the idea that you might not be his.

So fucking keen for you, the tip of his cock rubs up against your folds without his guidance. Has done this dance with you enough times now to know the right steps. Sink a little lower and he could push himself into you without any assistance. You're wet enough. Fucking soaked. Will be leaving evidence of your desire on the sheets. His cock is no better. Precum is smeared in his boxers and all over his slit. You're both pathetically needy right now.

Reaching your hand down to stroke his cock as his lips latch onto one of your nipples, you find yourself whining. There's nothing you don't love about the way Jeongguk fucks you. Doesn't forget a single part of your body - and how could he ever forget your tits? He's a changed man because of them.

He sucks harder as you encourage the head of his cock to press against your sopping-wet entrance. Just a little push is all it takes - and yet he doesn't relent just yet. Regretfully eases the suction his lips have around your nipple. Kisses you again. Husks, "Gonna cum so fucking fast."

You just nod. Kiss him again. Cradle his jaw. Nudge up against his nose. "Want you to cum. Fast is okay."

He swallows back a feeling of uncertainty. "Sure?"

"Please just fuck me, baby."

Oh, it's sin . Filth . Gluttonous, how badly he wants you; how insane hearing you call him 'baby' makes him.

He doesn't kiss you, but instead watches your face as he finally fucks his thick cock into you. Wants to see everything. How you gasp. How your brows furrow, eyes wide. How your cheeks blush. The way the heartbeat in your neck matches the heartbeat in your chest. How you whisper his name and desperately pull him back into your lips.

Jeongguk had a hundred and one things he wanted to do to you in these four walls, but with every stroke of his cock into your pussy, one of them melts away. Eventually, all that's left is his need for you to know every atom of his being wants to melt into you, too. Close will never be close enough. He has to fuck his cum into you because he has to fool his body into thinking maybe he could become at one with you.

"Shit," he husks, barely a few minutes into it. Hooks one of your legs over his elbow. Encourages it further. Gets it over his shoulder. Ruts himself ever deeper inside of you. "Oh, shit, baby."

"You good?" you check, to which he just nods. Pants. There's a sheen to his skin. Sweat. Like his very own glitter.

His hips stall a little. Brows furrow. He's trying to hold back - but you don't want him to, so sink your finger down to rub at your clit. Want him to see that it's okay. That he can cum. That you're just as close.

Because you are. All it takes is a little extra help from your hand - and then you're squeaking. Keep his gaze locked on yours. Letting the ripple of what it feels like to cum undone around him make itself known.

Jeongguk curses. "Keep doing it."

You do. Don't stop. Get yourself pulsing around him. Torso shuddering. Cunt desperately trying to milk his cum - and then all rather suddenly, Jeongguk whines.

"Yeah. That's it. That's it. Oh, fuck, baby. Fuck." His hips thrash against yours; his cock using your tight walls to reach his orgasm. You watch his pretty face as he comes undone; mouth open, whines stuttering from his throat. "I'm cumming. Fuck. Oh. Fuck. I'm cumming, baby."

His speech is a mess, and so is he. So are you.

Thick and creamy, his cums spurts into you with unrelenting force. The build of the last twenty-four hours means there's so much more than usual - and it's all yours. Every last drop.

The sound of your cum-filled cunt as he continues fucking himself into you is lewd. The kinda shit you could only imagine. He keeps going. Pushes his cum deeper and deeper into you. Has no desire to leave your walls. Keeps fucking into you until the overstimulation gets so unbearable he could fucking cry - and yet it's still so good.

He curses as he pulls out, body spent on top of yours. Is gasping for air as if he's just gone three rounds in a boxing ring. Buries his head into your neck as you wrap your arms around him.

"So good," you praise, 'cause you think he needs it. Think he deserves it. "Always make me feel so good."

He nods against your skin. Agrees. Presses a kiss to your neck, but can't bring himself to do anything else. Just needs to be still for a little while. Just needs you to stay with him, like this. Needs to know that the little piece of soul that he's just given up is safe with you.

A full five minutes pass before he rolls off you with a sigh and a deep-rooted desire to fuck you again. Harder, this time. For longer. Better. He's not ready, though. Not yet.

Not ready for anything. Hasn't processed any of his feelings. Just knows he doesn't even need to give you a verbalised response when you ask, "Shall we shower?"

He presses a kiss into your shoulder. Nods. Sits up, taking your hand in his. Leads you to the bathroom, which is surprisingly nice for a place like this. Has a tub. He dreads to think of what horrors it's seen.

Neither of you really speak much. There's a heaviness. An understanding that whatever just happened isn't what usually happens. Yes, it was sex, and yes it was still just you two, but something about it was just... different. The silence isn't uncomfortable. It's just noticeable.

Just like it's noticeable when Jeongguk gets hard again a little while later. Just like it's noticeable when you straddle his lap and sink down onto him. Just like it's noticeable when he directs your hips to grind instead of bounce. Just like it's noticeable when he kisses you through a climax. Just like it's noticeable when he cums inside you for the second time that afternoon.

It's not bad. It's just noticeable.

"We gonna talk about it?" You ask as the pair of you sit on the bed, a shitty cable movie on the motel television as you finally snack on the chicken you'd picked up earlier.

Jeongguk plays it cool. Keeps watching the TV, as he says, "about what?"

You're not sure if you should continue. Jeongguk is in his underwear. You're wearing his shirt, and that's it. You both know you aren't done with the sleazy motel room. Part of you worries that your question might lead to an argument. Post-sex conversations have a way of doing that with you two. Emotions are always heightened. Both of you always try and act like stars don't align whenever he's inside you. Think that by playing it cool, you're playing it safe.

Issue is, you care too much about Jeongguk to be playing things safe now. You need to play honestly. Openly. Without fear of losing.

"Well," you hesitate. Dust off your crumbs into the container. Don't look at him. Are scared his gaze will put you off. "What is this?"

The childish part of Jeongguk wants to answer 'fried chicken,' or something dumb like that. Thinks it would be funny. Know you would laugh. Instead, he nibbles on his bottom lip. Briefly glances over to you. The way you're avoiding his eyes makes him nervous.

"What do you mean?" He asks. Knows exactly what you mean. Still wants you to spell it out for him, just in case he's jumping to conclusions.

But he's not.

"Us," you say quietly. "This. What is this?"

It doesn't surprise you when the silence returns. Jeongguk doesn't want to misspeak. You know him well. Anticipated such a response. Don't push for more, because you know it will just take a little time.

Your friendship is well established. He's your best friend, and you are his. It had been agreed upon.

"It's just us," he eventually states. "We're best friends. Right?"

"Right," you nod. Feel a little deflated. Ask, "but, like... the fucking?"

Jeongguk thinks his lungs might collapse, just like your slightly misguided sense of hope. Is certain if the conversation continues, that he will simply die.

"Oh." He hums. "Right. Yeah. That."

You've done this before, his brain taunts him. Don't fuck it up. Don't fuck it up. Don't fuck it up. You know how this works. You'll lose her. Don't fuck it up.

"I'm not, like, in love with you, if that's what you're worried about," he laughs a little sheepishly. Is a terrible liar, but you're too much in your own head right now to realise.

"Oh. No. I didn't mean - I'm not accusing you of anything," you insist - and you really weren't. Was just searching for clarity. Kind of wish you hadn't now.

"No, I know," Jeongguk says back with a kind smile, not that you're looking at him. "I just didn't want you to get the wrong end of the stick, or anything like that."

"I haven't," you promise, finally looking over at him.

Neither of you really appear convinced. Not with yourselves, not with one another.

"And, I mean, you've got that guy," Jeongguk doubles down. Pretends to forget his name cause he just can't help himself. "We've been working on intimacy stuff literally so you could date again, right?" He waits for a response. You don't give him one. "So you're doing it. And that's great. And I'm happy for you... and, like-"

"Do you not think it will cause issues?" you blurt out, a little frustrated with how cool Jeongguk seems to be about it all. You don't realise it feels like his brain is on fire. He's masking it well. The only giveaway is the nervous sweat that's building beneath his arms - but you're hardly gonna notice that.

"Will it cause you issues?" he simply counters. Never wants to be the first to admit things. Has been burned too badly before.

You take a moment to think of a response, but realise nothing will do your feelings justice.

You think of your friendship with Jeongguk, and how he's somehow gone from a once-in-a-blue-moon bartender that would serve you magic in the form of a tiny purple shot to a permanent fixture in your life.

And it scares you, too. He was temporary once. Maybe one day he could become that again.

It doesn't feel like he will be.

Feels like you'll stoke one another's fires and keep your twin flames alive for years to come - but there's no promise that someone won't try and seek warmth from his burning embers. He's a good guy. Wouldn't wanna leave them to go cold. Would forget about you in the process, 'cause he's so used to having you there. Your flame could die out before he realises. Would spend forever trying to reignite it, but ashes just don't burn.

It's unlikely, but it's possible.

And so it seems silly depending on him as your only source of flame preservation. Perhaps you should see where things with Seojoon go.

"How... How does anyone know if they're making the right choices?" You ask a little sheepishly. Feel just as confused as you did at the start of the conversation. "How can they be sure?"

"They're not," Jeongguk simply says, reaching out to nudge your knee. Is as warm to the touch as he usually is, but kinda feels like he burns, now. "We take chances, and hope that they work out. That's all we can do."

"But love-"

"Isn't what we think it is," Jeongguk interrupts.

He's had so many ideas of love in his lifetime, yet refuses to believe any of them were real. Thinks he knows what it is, now. Finally truly understands the concept of setting the ones you love free.

He's trying to do that for you. Doesn't want to hold you back.

"It's not the wind blowing in some dude's hair, or roses appearing behind a pretty girl," he doubles down. "It's not that heart beating out of your chest shit that happens when you first see someone you like. Love isn't what's peddled to us in the movies. It's not."

"No? So what is it?"

"It's peace . It's not struggling to breathe, or panicking, or nervousness. It's none of that. Love... love feels like coming home. I know your ex fucked with your head a bit," Jeongguk says quietly. Looks at you. Feels right at home. "But love isn't supposed to hurt."

And yet as he speaks, Jeongguk's breaking his own fucking heart.

Better me than you.

Just doesn't realise he never had to.

All you ever needed was security. Safety. The rest would come with time.

But you're nervous, now. And you are a little hurt.

So whatever foolishness you were letting yourself indulge in with him is promptly abandoned. You're not about to wreck things. By his own admission, you can't possibly be feeling anything as heavy as love - and the friendship you have with him means more to you than, well, anything.

"We're okay, right?" You ask, a little desperate for things to feel normal.

Jeongguk smiles. Grabs the half-empty chicken box and tosses it down to the floor. Reaches for your hand, and drags you up to his lap. Messes with your hair. "We're fine, B."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Jeongguk's a terrible liar.

"Okay. Good."

And so are you.

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