#But apart from this very clear slap on the wrist and instructions to adjust their routines and such in line with the decision

[nerdnag]

Oh btw I found out this week that I "won" a human rights case against my local authorities 😎

[whereisten]

Valentine Boy

(MOBILE-FRIENDLY VERS.)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3.1 | Part 3.2 | Part 3.3 | more coming soon

Special Cover Art by @nakayutasama ❤️

Summary:

You’ve been dating College Student!Jaehyun for a few months now. He’s unbelievably sweet, smart, oh..and very handsome. Best of all, he gives you the best love you’ve ever had. He’s the love of your life and you can’t see anything going wrong as your relationship sails smoothly..that is..until you discover his biggest secret. He’s been hiding the fact that he’s a camboy and you start to wonder..Is Jaehyun as sweet and honest as you think he is?

Pairing: female reader X college student and camboy!Jaehyun

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: cursing, cheating, cam boy (video-recorded sex with online audience), deception, manipulation, blackmail, alcohol use, descriptive smut (fingering, overstimulation, face riding, dirty talk, BDSM themes (handcuff usage, spanking), drunk sex, oral sex (m&f receiving), some masturbation, rough sex, vaginal penetration, breast fondling, dry humping, semi-public sex).

(A/N): I received a message saying that Part 3 was difficult to read on mobile, the app would glitch and eventually close (because we love tumblr for being efficient). So I am splitting part 3 into 3 equal parts of about 7K words each for easier reading. Thank you all again for supporting this fic!!!!🥺❤️

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You reach to the back of your dress and grasp at the zipper at the top. You want to move fast, to feel him all over you, bringing you to paradise in this large comfy bed. But it was clear that he wanted to take his time as he sat at the edge of the bed and watched you.

“Turn around.” His voice is so low and demanding. He rarely got like this but you weren’t surprised since he had been upset for most of the night.

You turn and take your dress down your legs while bending over to show him your ass in your pretty lingerie.

You stand up straight and wait for his next instruction. You felt..nervous for some reason. You heard the bedside drawer open and jingling, then, he spoke.

“You’re beautiful…come here.”

You turn and walk to him quickly, your heels clinking against the floor.

He looks up at you, through his long lashes, as his arms rest behind his back. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

You do as he says the feel his large hands squeeze your waist. He hums as they float from your hips and around to your ass.

“Does it feel good?” He asks as he squeezes your ass cheeks. Your legs shake a bit as you become turned on by his firm touch. You can just imagine the smirk on his face right now.

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” He says before leaning forward and kissing your stomach, he grabs your wrists with one hand then places them behind your back. You exhale, but before you can enjoy his mouth on your heated skin, you feel ice cold metal replace his hand. The handcuffs lock around your wrists as your eyes fly open.

Jaehyun looks up at you with the most devilish smirk across his face. “Oh, my love, we are going to have so much fun.”

You chuckle. “Where the hell did you find handcuffs?”

Jaehyun bites his lips. “I bought it just for you..since you can’t behave and stay still, I’ll have to force you to.”

You roll your eyes. Jaehyun always had an interesting imagination.

“What if-“ You start but Jaehyun interrupts you.

“Do as I say, baby, or I’ll put the gag in you too.”

Your eyes widen as you gasp.

“Get on your knees.”

You kneel before him, your arms still behind your back in a painful bind. His hard member sticks out of his pants. He pulls his zipper down and begins to stroke it in front of your face.

You lick your lips and bat your eyes.

“Do you want it?” He asks as his hand moves up and down his beautiful shaft, spreading pre cum as the tip twitches.

You nod. “Yes.” His long and girthy dick stands before you, making your chest tremble.

He grunts as he watches you stare in hunger. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please, I want to taste you.” You beg once again, ignoring the pain in your knees as they dig into the hardwood floor.

“Hmmm…didn’t you say something like “I’m never sucking your dick again?” He teases.

“Yes, but come on Jae, you know I didn’t mean it.” Your legs become weak and soaking at the very spot you need him to be in between.

“And here you are on your knees, begging for it.” He chuckles while moving his cupped hand up and down.

“Well, baby, I can’t do it on my own. Get to work.” He pulls his phone out to record you as you practically leap forward to place your lips on his veiny cock.

You lick a long stripe slowly and really wished your hands were free so that you could stroke him while you licked the tip.

You look into the camera as you lick him again slowly. You swirl your tongue around to collect what leaks from the tip then swallow. “Since when do you like to record me?”

You didn’t mind being recorded. In fact, it made everything even sexier.

“I miss you when I’m at work. Sometimes I just need a little break and this will help me during my most..difficult times.” He winks.

You smile slightly then place your mouth over him and finally take it into your mouth. You move your head up and down while hollowing your cheeks. His tip pushes against the plush surface of your cheek, causing him to let out a throaty groan.

You moan as well as you imagine him being inside your aching pussy next, sliding in and out of it easily.

He’s already worked up as you can feel every vein bulge from the movements of your mouth on him.

You pull away to breathe and let a string of spit fall onto him.

“Fuck..you’re beautiful.”

You go back to work on him, doing your best to cover every inch of him, but struggling without the use of your hands.

Jaehyun takes his free hand and places it onto the back of your head. “Let me help you.”

He thrusts into your mouth abruptly, causing you to choke. He grabs a fistful of your hair and thrusts into your mouth again.

You moan as he continues to fuck your throat raw and fast. The vibrations push him along even further. A tingling sensation overtakes the pit of your stomach as his groaning increases. Tears fall from your eyes and trace over your round cheeks.

You whimper as you struggle to breathe through your nose.

“Just a little more, baby.” He watches you below him in your beautiful lingerie set. Your lovely breasts resting in a neat lace bra and your ass looking ever so pretty in a matching lace thong. The garter hugs your waist beautifully and he can’t help but lose it at the sight of your gorgeous body on the floor, your mouth open and drooling over him as your eyes leak tears.

He grunts and thrusts one last time, holding you down onto him as he coats your throat in strings of his essence.

“Ahhh..good girl.” He breathes heavily and pushes into you a few more times. Your jaw feels like it’s locked and your face is a mess.

He lets you pull your head up. Your lips are swollen as you cough a little. He then places his phone down and grabs your waist, forcing you to stand up. He stands behind you and pushes you down onto the bed. You turn your head and exhale as you anticipate what he will do next.

Then, you feel a sharp slap to your ass.

You cry out from the sudden hit and feel your body fall into the bed more.

“That’s for being a slut tonight.” He grumbles but tilts his head once he sees your thin lace thong becoming increasingly wet from the hit.

He delivers another smack.

“And that’s for getting turned on by me punishing you.”

“I can’t help it, baby, I need you.” You cry out.

He slaps you again.

“Ah!” You yelp.

“You should be happy I’m not using my belt.” Jaehyun would’ve loved to go harder on you, as hard as he goes when he’s being recorded. But you weren’t like her…you needed care and love. He wasn’t just fucking you, he was making love, and he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. Tonight, however, he was wound up and angry at you dancing with someone else. He had to punish you just a little.

“Jaehyun, can’t you see how wet I am, baby? Fuck me pl-“

Another hit. He bites his lips once he rubs his hand over your round butt and feels it becoming warm from irritation. The handcuffs jingle as you struggle against them, but you’re the prettiest sight. Your hands tied behind you as you bend over the edge of the bed with your ass on display for him. Essence running down your shaking legs in a steady stream.

“Not yet, and you know why. Now, stop talking.”

“Make me.” You felt your bratty side slowly creep out as Jaehyun became rougher with you. You liked him this way. It made you both more turned on when you role played.

Jaehyun chuckles softly. “Ah you fucking slut, you have no idea what you’ve done.”

He pushes the thin string covering your needy pussy aside, he watches essence drop from your folds and nearly loses it. He then presses his middle and ring fingers against your slit.

You whimper from the feeling of his fingers finally on your throbbing skin. He gently slides his fingers over and in between, pushing them apart slightly to watch your slick. “Mmm…your pussy is dripping and we haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.”

He grabs your hair with his other hand then pushes his fingers inside you without warning.

“Is this how turned on you get just from sucking me off?”

“Jaehyun!” Your legs shift as you try to adjust to him.

He bites your neck as you moan.

He pushes his fingers in and out of you quickly, his knuckles brushing against your folds repeatedly as he slides in.

Your mouth falls open as his long fingers stretch you out so satisfyingly. They explore your silky walls. His thumb rubs circles onto your clit, making you dizzy.

“Ahh..you’re so wet, this is easy..” He whispers into your ear, the sound of his raspy voice mixing with the sound of your drenched pussy greeting his fingers with every push.

You’re already close to cumming as you clench around them.

“Jaehyun..I’m going to..”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” He says sarcastically.

He moves his fingers even faster. Your moaning becomes louder and you start to ride his fingers on your own. He curves the tip of his fingers so that they press against your sweet spot.

You moan loudly and back into him more. You wished you could see his face and watch him lick his lips as he uses his fingers to bring you to paradise.

You shake around him as he sucks hard on your collarbone once again.

You cum hard, but he doesn’t stop. “Jaehyun..no, I’m sensitive..” you try to push yourself up away from him.

He then grabs your bound wrists to hold you still.

“I don’t care, you’re gonna take whatever I give you. Isn’t that right, little slut?” His fingers pump in and out once more, you whimper and feel tears build up. Your chest feels weak as you are sensitive and unprepared for another orgasm.

“Jae..oh God..”

He grabs your waist and flips you over. “You’re such a whiny brat.”

He pulls his fingers out, a ‘pop’ echoing out into the room. He hurriedly unhooks your garter from your thong and drags it down your legs. He then bunches it up into his fist and stuffs it into your mouth. You choke as he forces it in.

“There..much better.” He smiles, watching as your eyes water and your mouth stays open with your drenched thong inside it.

You breathe through your nostrils and watch as he goes back to finger you. He moves slowly, enjoying the way your bare opening closes around him while trembling.

“Fuck, I love your beautiful pussy.”

You clench from his words and mewl. You just wished he’d go faster now that you were being built up again.

Your hips move down onto him again, but he places his free hand onto your abdomen to stop you.

He slides them a little faster now, using two fingers from his other hand to rub fast and hard circles onto your bud.

He watches as your essence coats his fingers. You feel so good around him. He can’t wait to feel you around his now hard cock.

You cum again, your back arching and eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moan loudly. So much cum escapes you, you wonder how badly you’ve ruined the sheets.

Jaehyun gets on his knees quickly and fixes his face in between your legs. He licks your pussy as you quiver and shake.

“Jaehyun!” You say in a muffled scream, the feeling of his mouth on you being way too overwhelming as you cum a second time.

Your legs kick and your body moves up on the bed. Jaehyun grips your thighs and forcefully drags you back towards him.

“Stop fucking moving or we’ll be at this all night.”

If it weren’t for your hands being behind you, you would’ve pushed his head away, but his strong grip on your thighs kept you still. He easily overpowered you as his biceps flexed under his shirt to hold you still. All you could do was let your sensitive pussy be consumed by him as you cry.

His hands rest in the crook of each leg, behind the knee. His grip is so harsh you swear there would be an imprint of his hands there once he was done.

He licks up and down your slit, licking up your cum and swallowing it just as you did his. He pushes his tongue in between your folds, moving in and out and from side to side.

You moan as his tongue brushes your clit.

You breathe heavily and start to relax.

“That’s it, baby, you taste so good.” He whispers onto your opening, his breath sends electricity through your body, making you jump slightly.

Your heels press into the bed as he widens your legs even more.

“Look at me..” He commands, his husky voice sending delicious vibrations through your core.

You look down to see a string of spit leaving his mouth and onto your opening. The look in his eyes is sinful. He wants you to watch him devour you like some piece of meat being eaten by an animal.

He continues to lay his tongue flat against you, his lips also pressing onto your folds.

He can’t hold back anymore as his erection becomes almost painful, so he presses his face into you more, his tongue going as deep as possible as your back arches. He curves the tip of it before bringing it upwards and downwards.

Your legs become weak while his nose massages your bud. You can feel that aching in your stomach that tells you you are about to cum again. A bundle of nerves just waiting to be soothed. Jaehyun loves to hear your high pitched squeals and feel the unsteady vibrations of your core as you get close.

He circled his tongue around your clit in a fast pace then licked up the juices that had escaped previously and hummed.

His tongue laps up everything between your folds as you grind your hips onto his face now to chase after your high. He hums as he savors your taste and warmth of your pulsating pussy around his tongue.

The vibrations from his low groans made you see stars and with one final flick of his devilish tongue, you cum for the third time and nearly black out.

He takes his face away and watches as you clench around nothing while liquid comes pouring out.

“Fuck that’s sexy.” He takes his shirt off and stands up before taking his pants off.

He then helps you get to the center of the bed where he kneels over you. He takes your panties out of your mouth and tosses them to the side. He kisses you on the lips, his mouth still wet from being coated with your juices.

When he pulls away, he takes a key from under the pillow and opens your handcuffs. He raises your arms above your head and kisses you deeply, smashing his warm lips onto yours as your eyes close. You smile but before you can thank him for letting you loose, he places the cuffs back on.

“W-what?” You ask with furrowed brows and look into his eyes.

That’s when you realize that he has now placed the chain of the handcuffs around a bar in the headboard so you are bound to it. He was distracting you with a kiss as he did it.

“Jaehyun..that’s not fair.” You pout.

“Life isn’t fair sometimes, baby.” He drags a finger down the side of your face while he pretends to pout as well.

His finger traces down your collarbone and dances around the mark he left earlier. Your skin becomes littered in goose pimples from his light, feathery touch

He reaches under your body and undoes your bra in the back. He throws it to the side before placing both hands on your breasts.

He massages them gently, pushing them together and flicking the nipples as he licks his lips.

He then pushes your legs far apart like they were when he was eating you out, only this time, he pushes his dick into you, pushing deep into your silky wet opening.

You both moan and exhale. He thrusts into you slowly, allowing his cock to rub against every inch of your tight, smooth walls. Your eyes shut tightly as you adjust to him.

He places both hands on either side of your head and watches you take him in while your hands are bound above.

Your eyes are still teary and your lips are still swollen from you biting them.

“Fuck…Jaehyun..you feel so good.”

He nearly loses it when you look up at him with wide eyes. You’re like his own personal doll, open wide and tied up for him alone to use. Your legs look longer in your heels and your body looks even better now without any underwear on it. He fights the urge to go faster, to fuck your insides so hard you couldn’t think straight.

He pushes into you even deeper. You whimper loudly.

“Do you like that? Do you like when I fuck you harder?”

You lick your bottom lip and nod. “Y-yes.”

He thrusts into you hard again, your breasts bouncing.

He picks his phone up. “You look pretty like this, baby.” He snaps a few pictures of you in this position with his cock buried so deep inside you, you can’t see the base of it. Your mouth falls open into a moan as he pulls out and pushes in again, sliding against your shaking walls.

“Harder…” You beg.

He puts his phone down and forces into you with a rough thrust. The headboard moves this time.

You feel like a slut. From the way he looks at you to the way he has you splayed out and begging for more. It all made you feel like a porn star. But you loved it, you loved being like this only for him.

He grips the headboard now and moves faster as he anchors himself above you. Sounds of the bed moving against the wall, his grunts along with your whimpers, and the slapping of skin on skin fill the room.

His abs flex each time he pushes into you with a loud grunt. His hair becomes wet with sweat and dangles over you.

He’s beautiful as he ruins you. He makes you weak with just a single glance, so his stare is overwhelming.

He enjoys the way your breasts bounce up and down with each movement, but he also enjoys having you pinned into the mattress below him.

“Y/n…I love you..” he looks into your eyes before kissing your lips.

He lets out a groan and leans into the crook of your neck. He fucks into your body so deep, your head starts to spin. He hammers your insides and groans.

“Jaehyun..I’m going to..cum.” You let out a high pitched squeal as his veiny dick hits that one spot to drive you insane. Your mouth falls open.

“Fuck.” He mutters out. You’re afraid the headboard might break.

His jaw clenches while he climaxes. You reach your orgasm as well, calling out his name as you see stars.

He moves a few more times so you can ride out your climax but he then pulls out and lays down beside you.

He takes your handcuffs off. “I’m not done with you yet..”

What you didn’t know was that he had taken his performance enhancing supplement that day. Meaning that he could endure several orgasms in one go.

He usually only took it on days when he recorded, but he had taken it just for you tonight. He wanted it to be one that you would never forget.

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“Turn over.” He kneels in the bed and motions for you to turn onto your stomach.

Your arms are weak, but you do as he says so that your bare ass faces him.

“Touch yourself.”

You groan. “Baby, please I’m so-“

He smacks your ass hard with his hand, the slap being so loud it came as a shock to your ears.

“Fuck.” You groan.

“Do as I say. No whining or I’ll put the handcuffs back on.”

You start to touch yourself with two fingers running along your slit slowly. Jaehyun kneels behind you and watches.

He wraps his arm under you and brings your lower half up more so that your face is down but your ass is up in the air.

“Good girl.”

He pulls his arm away and begins to stroke his semi-limp cock.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, again. Do you think you can handle it?”

You snicker. “Again? When was the first time?”

Jaehyun gasps then slaps your ass a little lighter this time. “I should’ve never taken the handcuffs off, you’re a brat.”

“Then punish me, baby, I’m waiting.” You tease him as you push your fingers in and out.

He pulls your hand away and holds your waist, pulling your ass flush against his pelvis as he slams into you.

“Ahh!!” You cry out as he fucks you roughly from behind so soon after your orgasm.

Your head goes upward, but he grabs your hair and forces your head back down onto the bed.

He pushes into you harder and grunts as he feels your tight, drenched walls around him once again.

His speed increases and so does the volume level of your moans. He decides to push hard into you, releasing all of his anger and frustrations out on your body. He grabs your waist powerfully, his fingernails digging into your skin to leave a bruise.

Your ass cheeks slap against him, filling the room with lewd sounds. His tip reaches the low part of your stomach. You cry out his name as he fucks you so hard into the bed. He moves faster and you begin to clench uncontrollably. You begin to drool on the bed, your eyes are watery as tears escape. He feels so good as he ruins your guts and makes you feel raw.

“You like this, don’t you? Being fucked like the slut you are..” He grabs your hair and bends your neck backward so he can growl into your ear.

You see the dark look in his eyes, the way his nose scrunches as he pounds into you and goes harder than he’s ever gone before. “Yes! Yes, oh my God..” He fits into you perfectly, sliding his delicious length in and out like it’s easy.

He brings one of your legs up over his shoulder so he can enter you from a different angle, one that he knows will drive you crazy for sure. High pitched noises escape you. Jaehyun bites his lips, watching your body glisten with sweat and breasts move up and down.

“You’re all mine..you’d never leave me because you’d miss this too much, wouldn’t you? My little slut..” His dick grinds against your walls and hits your sweet spot each time it enters.

“Jaehyun! Fuck!”

He rubs your clit while still thrusting into you so hard, the bed creaks. “Touch me right there…” You moan.

“Good girl..so fucking tight.” He pants and releases into you.

Your bodies shake and collapse onto the bed as you both cum harder than ever before. Something about Jaehyun being so dominating turned both of you on.

Jaehyun pulls out of you, laying beside you so he can just stare at you for a moment. Your body is tired and weak and soon you fall asleep. Jaehyun cleans you up while adoring the way you sleep so fast. You snore lightly and your mouth falls open.

He knows things could’ve gone better that night, but he is still thankful that the two of you are together and cuddling during your last night in Bali.

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[Last Day In Bali]

The sunlight couldn’t be any brighter as its rays peaked through the slim blinds and onto your bed. You grumble a little bit when you feel the heat on your arm. You turn over slowly, your body still aching from the night before. But you’re able to reach out and tap the fluffy white blanket next to you.

“J-Jaehyun?” You say, peering out through one eye to see your brown haired boyfriend.

But you don’t see him.

As your senses awaken, you hear the tapping of keys in the living room.

“In here, babe!” Jaehyun yells out.

You smile when you hear his sweet voice and lay back down in the bed. “Oh my God, I can’t feel my legs.” You chuckle.

“Ahh..sweetheart..I didn’t even go that hard on you..” He trots into the bedroom with a cup of coffee.

“Here..I’m working on a paper that’s due tomorrow, but I’m almost finished.” He places the cup down on the dresser beside you before ruffling your hair with his fingers.

He looks delectable with no shirt on and just boxers. His soft hair is still messy too, falling into his forehead limply.

You clutch the blanket to your naked chest and smile widely. “Thanks, baby..how do I look?”

“Hmmm..” Jaehyun tilts his head and smirks. “Like someone pulled your hair a few times last night..”

You chuckle a less than sexy laugh, but lick your lips as you remembered the way he pinned you against the bed just a few hours ago.

You sit up on the bed and place a finger into the waistband of his boxer shorts, tugging it teasingly as your eyes lock. “I miss having my hair pulled…”

He bites his bottom lip and sighs as he watches your daring eyes below him. A low groan escapes his perfect lips.

“Mmm..baby, I wish we could..but I have to finish this assignment..”

You pout and withdraw your finger. “Okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you later baby, it’s our last day in Bali..we’ll go to the beach one last time and do whatever you want to do.” He holds your chin and rubs his thumb on it.

You smile. “Okay, my smart baby, get back to work!”

Jaehyun gives your forehead a light kiss and leaves.

“Professors that assign homework to do during spring break don’t make any sense!” You yell out and fall back into the bed.

Jaehyun only laughs and sits back on the couch with his laptop.

After about two hours, Jaehyun finally finishes his work and walks back to the room. He plops down into the bed and places his iPad in the center.

You put your phone down and turn to him.

“Wanna watch some Tik Toks with me?” He gives you a cheesy smile.

“Of course! You look like you could use some decompressing..” You rub your hand on his hair and smooth it out of his face.

He takes the move as an opportunity to kiss your wrist.

“Hey!” You laugh at the ticklish feeling and move your hand.

The two of you watch many, way too many, videos well into the afternoon. But losing track of time with the one you loved the most was okay.

You and Jaehyun laughed together as you laid on his chest and scrolled through his ‘for you page’. You’d look up at his face every now and then just to watch him laugh. His eyes crinkling into thin lines and his dimples becoming deeper than any of the earth’s trenches. The warmth from his chest when something made him echo out thunderous laughs and the way his fingers drew small circles onto your naked back. He made everything feel right in that moment. Your spring break with Jaehyun was working out to be one of the best vacations you’d ever had. You never wanted it to end.

“Alright…I think it’s time we head to the beach..” You rub your eyes.

“Yeah..but remember when you said you missed having your hair pulled?” Jaehyun’s raspy voice entered your ear.

You put your hand onto his chest and looked into his eyes. “That was a while ago, Mr. I-am-a-devoted-student.”

Jaehyun pouted. “Hey..don’t be so harsh, sweetheart…does the offer still stand?” He places his thumb onto your lips, running over it slowly.

You open your mouth slightly then stick your tongue out. You lick over the top of his thumb while looking into his eyes.

Jaehyun’s breath hitches. He swallows hard as he watches you take the rest of his thumb into your mouth and past your gorgeous lips.

You lift your head up and place the iPad to the side. You then crawl over his lap and straddle him.

You bite your lips as you feel his hardening member strain against his boxers. The thin fabric of it being the only thing separating your bare opening from his aching manhood.

He immediately places his hands on your thighs and relaxes into the bed.

You move forward and backward slowly, too slowly. Your hands are resting on his toned chest as he struggles to breathe normally.

He pushes up into your body more, trying to stay at your pace but finding it difficult as your beautiful body moves above him. You’re like an angel. Even with disheveled hair and smudged makeup, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

“Ahh..baby..” Jaehyun licks his lips. “You’re beautiful..so beautiful.”

Jaehyun is fully hard now and reaches into his shorts to pull his dick out. But you hold his wrist and shake your head.

“Not yet..” You whimper, your entire body trembling as you tease him, your folds now dripping from the steady movement. You swivel your hips and grind down onto him a little harder.

Jaehyun groans just as you lean down to kiss him. The taste of alcohol and coffee on his tongue sends a rush through your head.

“Baby..please..I wanna feel you..” Jaehyun looks into your eyes as you pull away from the kiss. He tightens his grip on your thighs.

You give a half smile then lean down to his ear and whisper. “You can feel me..after you shower..”

Jaehyun pouts.

“You smell like alcohol, babe.” You plop down onto the bed beside him and laugh.

He sighs loudly and turns over to you. “Why do you do this to me?”

You run your hands through his hair. “Get washed up baby, we can’t spend our last day here inside!”

Jaehyun hurries into the shower as you laugh.

You hear the water start to run in the shower and get up to get your outfit for the day together. But as you arise from the bed, you see a notification pop up on Jaehyun’s IPad.

It’s a text message.

From someone named ‘R’.

“It was nice seeing you last night ;)”

Your brows furrow. Who could this be? Who of Jaehyun’s friends had a name that started with R? And why wouldn’t he just save their real name? How could he have seen this person last night when you were both at the club together? This person had to be texting the wrong number.

Another text comes in..it’s from the same person.

“Can’t wait til you get back..”

You stare blankly at the IPad, trying to remain calm as you read through these mysterious and yet flirty messages. Or were you over exaggerating? Maybe this person was just a classmate working on a project with Jaehyun, maybe it was someone from your university that just so happened to be in Bali for Spring Break like you guys were, because Bali is a popular destination for college kids, right?

But why were you looking at his IPad anyway? You should’ve respected his privacy, but you had your suspicions still. You just couldn’t push them away, could you?

Another text..

“I’m gonna make up for it when you get back, Jaehyun, gonna show you..”

“Everything alright?” Jaehyun’s low voice speaks out from behind you. He’s so close, you feel his warm breath hit the back of your neck.

You swallow hard and turn to him. You didn’t hear the water stop or even his light steps. Did he know that you were reading his texts?

He stared into your eyes intensely then shifted his attention back to his screen on the bed. You stepped in front of it and smiled.

“Y-yeah..everything’s fine..I just..I got kinda dizzy when I stood up too fast.” You chuckled but Jaehyun only gave you a small smile.

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah! I’m fine!”

Jaehyun forces a wider smile and nods. “Good! I was wondering if you wanted to shower with me..we’ll save on water. It’ll be good for the Earth.” He raised his eyebrows and winks.

You smile and join him for a shower, forcing the many thoughts you had away. You don’t want to ruin the vacation as Jaehyun had accused you of doing the night before during your little “fight.” You want it to be a good time for both of you, so you continue on and go to the beach.

‘R’ could’ve simply been a classmate or friend of Jaehyun. You shouldn’t overthink it, there had to be an explanation. While walking on the beach together with your hand in his, you try to think of your moments together. Sweet and tender moments of laughter like this morning, or when he held you bridal style when you first went to the hotel. Or when he surprised you with a large bouquet of flowers while you were in class and risked getting scolded by the professor.

That was the Jaehyun you knew. There was nothing to worry about with him. He loved you and proved it many times, so why did you feel this unshakable tremble in your chest that screamed ‘danger’?

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[Two Weeks Later]

Back in class, you tried hard to focus on the lessons, but something still upset you.

“I’m gonna make up for it when you get back.” What did that mean? And what else did that person text?

But then, you rubbed your eyes and looked back at your computer screen.

You thought about Jaehyun’s sweet smile and how he loved you during your break together. You smiled to yourself and remembered when he told you he missed you whenever he was at work.

The person next to you then took out their container of strawberries and popped the cover off. The sweet smell filled your nostrils and made you exhale. You could really use some refreshing fruit from Bali right now.

That’s it! You could visit Jaehyun at work and drop off a basket of fruits from the market. It was time that you spoiled him for once. He’s given you so much already, it’s the least you could do. You smile to yourself as you imagine the grin that would grace his face once you surprised him.

Luckily, you remember the name of the place that he works at, even though he mentioned it only once in the past and never again.

You show up to the prestigious building with your best dress shirt and office skirt on. You wanted to look professional as it was a very serious work place. You just hope that you came late enough to deliver these fruits and not upset the manager.

The woman at the front desk looks intimidating, but you put on your brightest smile.

“Hi, excuse me, I’m looking for Jaehyun. I think he’s working right now.” You give a small smile to the older blonde haired lady with a silk Versace handkerchief tied around her neck.

She gives you a small smile and nods, “I’m sorry dear, but there’s no employee here by that name.”

“Oh..um, could you look again? I’m sure he’s just not showing up in the system, but he’s working until 5 today.”

She sighs then takes a look at her screen. “Hmmm..nope! No one here by that name, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re not thinking of ‘Johnny’?”

“No-no it’s Jaehyun…Um there may be a misunderstanding or something..” You blink rapidly.

She shakes her head and turns the computer screen to you. “See…here’s the schedule for next week..”

You scroll through the names.

“Normally, I wouldn’t show this to anyone…” She whispers, but you’re too focused on finding his name to listen.

Taeil.

You continue scrolling until you get to the bottom.

Jaehyun’s name isn’t there on the list of employees..

It didn’t make any sense. Your grip on the basket starts to weaken. You can feel a small crack in your beautiful world start to spread.

Jaehyun lied to you..all this time. This wasn’t even his workplace.

You step back as she turns her screen back to face her. You look at the floor and fight back tears.

“Dear…are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” But you really weren’t. You couldn’t fight back the tears anymore. The floor below you became decorated with one, then two, then three teardrops.

“Here.” You wipe your eyes and hand the fruit basket to the lady at the desk.

She looks puzzled.

“Sweetheart..” she starts.

“Please!! Just take it!..I’m sorry for wasting your time..” you turn and leave the fruit basket on the front desk.

There were too many thoughts running through your mind. You walked heavily, with fury running through your veins and clenched fists.

How could he take you for a fool like this? How could he lie to you? Was he spending time with ‘R’ whenever he said he was “working”?

But you would confront Jaehyun, you would get answers when you met up for dinner. You had to know the truth and let him know that whatever game he was playing was over.

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[Later That Night]

You meet up with Jaehyun at your favorite restaurant. You wait for him outside and when you see him walk over, you stare blankly.

“Hey.”

“Hey, baby!” Jaehyun gives you a bright smile as he trots over. Maybe he didn’t see your frown, or wet, red eyes..maybe he didn’t notice your voice crack before you swallowed hard.

“We need to talk.” You look up at him once he stands over you. His bright smile fades slowly and his grip on the strap of his backpack tightens.

“You’ve been lying to me, where have you been?” You say sternly, your lips pursed as Jaehyun stands tall in front of you now.

“What are you talking about?” He gives you a confused look.

“Cut the bullshit, Jaehyun, I went to your ‘job’ to bring a gift because I’m a nice girlfriend, but to my surprise, you weren’t there. And you know what the icing on the cake is? You’re never fucking there, you don’t work there, Jaehyun! And don’t you dare lie to me with some dumb excuse, don’t insult my intelligence! Because the nice lady at the front desk even showed me the schedule and guess whose name was on it? Taeil’s but not yours!” Your voice raises, but there is no one around to hear.

Jaehyun’s mouth opens and you see a slight panic in his eyes. “Y/n..you can’t be serious.. Why are you getting upset with me? That lady is new! She doesn’t even know how to operate the employee system properly yet! I’ve only seen her once.”

You scoff. “Oh God, here we go..”

“Y/n! I wouldn’t lie to you, okay?”

“Then why aren’t you on the schedule and everyone else is?! Did she just delete your name completely?”

“My name isn’t on the schedule for next week because I asked for time off..after all we’ve been through..” He shakes his head and turns away.

“Don’t give me that, Jaehyun! We just had spring break, why would you need to take time off?”

“Because my dad fucking hates me, okay?!! He keeps putting pressure on me because I’m failing my fucking business classes. They aren’t easy, none of this shit is easy, especially when it comes to being his only son! He’s going to stop paying for my classes if I don’t get pre-selected for the business school by the end of this term, so yeah I need a fucking break!”

He turns back to you once you remain quiet after his outburst. “Listen..I’m sorry..I’m sorry, I’m just stressed out…I should’ve told you I was gonna take time off, but I don’t understand why you are making me feel guilty about this?..”

You feel an immense pain in your heart. You feel guilt, confusion. You had accused Jaehyun without considering his personal issues at home. From the very beginning, he told you just how demanding and controlling his father was. He told you that he loved painting and creating art and hated that he would have to take over his father’s position in a big company one day.

It was something he struggled with constantly. The tug of war between being who he is expected to be and being who he truly wants to be.

“I’m sorry, forget I said anything.” You say quietly now.

“Trust me…please just trust me, I’m not hiding anything, I need you to understand that if we are going to make this work.” Jaehyun steps towards you and places his hands on your arms.

You look away.

“Unless..you don’t love me..do you want to end things? I try so hard, but it isn’t enough, is it?” Jaehyun looks at you through teary eyes.

You shake your head and look back at him with furrowed brows. “Jaehyun..”

“No. It’s okay, let’s just end it since you don’t trust me.” Jaehyun says.

“Jaehyun, no, I love you and I’m sorry. It’s my fault for blowing up at you. But I love you so much..I just wanted to surprise you.” You break down into a sob before he takes you into his arms and holds you close.

“Shhh…it’s okay..I’m sorry too..” He kisses your forehead. You look up at him and kiss his lips.

The two of you stand there for a moment, embracing each other lovingly, enjoying the proximity of your bodies and the way they fit perfectly together.

PART 3.1 | PART 3.2 | PART 3.3

[shannie-writes]

Arts and Craftiness [Summer Camp AU]

Word Count: 710 Genre: Fluff Pairing(s): Seth/MC Warning(s): N/A A/N: Day 8 of short daily AU fics with Seth for his Route Release-palooza! This AU is where MC and Seth are camp counselors for a children’s summer camp. Lots of cuteness and lots of sneaking around at night :3c

"Alice, Alice, look!"

A little voice vied for your attention amongst the boisterous group of children that surrounded you at your craft table. You lifted your head to see the lopsided but rather cute beaded keychain that had been thrust in your view.

"Wow, Elliott! That looks so lovely! Who are you making it for?"

"My mom," he said proudly. "She loves green things."

"I think that she will love it."

"Alice, look at mine!"

"Mine too, mine too!"

After you had complimented each of the items that were being shown to you, you were finally able to work on your own again. It was simple, but you were forced to resort to using lettered beads as the colors you had initially started with were taken from the giant bowl by the children. It didn't much matter, as you were planning on taking it apart and putting the supplies back for the kids next in line for the craft table rotation.

"What are you making?"

You jumped at the voice that came over your head and looked up to see Seth's bright smile.

"Hey! It's supposed to be a turtle. Is it almost time for the next group then?"

He hummed in assent and pulled an empty chair from the next table over to squeeze by you. "I had my last group, I hope you don't mind me joining in with you all~☆"

The children excitedly showed Seth their projects as well until the camp leader rang the cowbell, signifying their time was up. You made sure everyone left with their things before they ran off. Taking apart your turtle-ish project, you cleaned up a little between groups, adjusting your chair to allow Seth more elbow room.

"I see you couldn't stay away," you said as you gave Seth a sly grin.

"This table is irresistible for one reason and one reason only," he said. After a dramatic pause, he broke with an equally teasing look. "You know I can't resist making another bracelet."

"Pfff. I knew it."

"The beads call to me, sweetie. What can I say?"

"If Sirius knew how many you'd been keeping for yourself, he'd make you pay for ten bags of beads to make up for it."

"They're worth it."

Shaking your head in joking exasperation, you welcomed the next group that came to the table. You gave them all instructions, with extra reminders to be kind and share with each other, looking pointedly at Seth as you did. Once they all were working on their projects and the final questions were answered, you sat down.

"What are you making this time?" he asked.

"I think I'll try for a lizard."

"A colorful lizard would be very cute~☆"

The next twenty minutes flew by with far too many wrist slaps to Seth as he grabbed at more and more beads to put in front of him. With the last group gone, you took apart your half-assed lizard and began to pack up, putting lids on containers and gathering together the scissors and string. You were about to pick it all up to return to the supply cabinet when Seth wrapped his hand around your wrist.

"Alice, wait one moment."

"What's up?"

He moved to stand behind you, pressing himself against you as he wrapped both of his arms around you to tie a bracelet around your wrist.

"Seth, you really shouldn't have--"

"Meet me after lights out," he whispered, his voice smooth as velvet. "The usual spot."

Your throat dried as you were immediately taken back to the last time you'd met him at the boathouse. Of the soft lake waves moving in tempo with his lips on yours and his hands under your shirt.

Before you could give a proper response, he gave your cheek a quick peck and said a melodic goodbye before leaving the pavilion.

Grumbling to yourself that he was going to get you both caught one of these days, you looked at the bracelet closer. It held clear blue plastic beads with three simple lettered beads in the middle.

I ♡ U

You ignored your flush at the utter ridiculousness of simple kid beads sending your heart soaring and finished packing away the craft supplies for the day.

[backtobackbakubabe]

I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (Part 4)

Bakugo x reader 

Runaway reader finds a home with Bakugo, but will trouble follow? 

Words : 3175

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Bakugo’s leg bounced up and down as his anxiety climbed. He had left you all alone at the apartment. He got up extra early despite the fact that he had been up most of the night tossing and turning because of another one of your nightmares.

He made you breakfast, left instructions for how to make lunch and even left some emergency cash with a note letting you known where he was going to be, for how long, and a number to reach him at if you needed him. He wanted to be prepared for anything. What he hadn't anticipated was you not calling him at all.

He wasnt some clingy bitch. He knew he didnt need to hold your hand through everything. You were a smart and capable girl. And he needed to chill out.  

You had gotten out of bed a little later than usual. Your nightmares had done a number on you and without Bakugo there to drag your ass out of bed you slept way longer than you should have. It was well past noon by the time you were up, showered and dressed. You put on your best outfit and hurried out the door taking the breakfast Bakugo had made to go. You were on a mission. You were going to get a job.

You had the route to the coffee shop memorized at this point but it did take longer than you remembered without Bakugo there to provide small talk on the way.

It wasn’t busy when you finally got there, in fact there were only three people there including you who didnt work there. You confidently strolled up to the counter and asked a very annoyed looking Tasha if they were still hiring.

She raised her eyebrows at you, “You are even dumber than you look...You really want to work here? With me? Do you even have any experience?”

You shrugged ignoring her little jab at you, “Bakugo taught me how to make coffee at home... and I really really love coffee...”

She simply scoffed and rolled her eyes,  “Pushing a button on a coffee pot and being a barista are two totally different things.” 

You bit your lip and nodded, “Yeah of course... I would never dream of insinuating that your job is easy. But I’m a quick leaner I promise!” 

Tasha stared at you for a few nerve wracking moments before rolling her eyes, “You’re lucky it’s not up to me. I’ll go get the manager.” You started to walk away but she grabbed your wrist. Panicking you pulled back but her grip tightened. She looked you straight in the eyes, “Look I shouldn't even be telling you this but I feel like its my job, one woman to another... The manager... he's a little handsy. Just.... be warned.” 

You slowly nodded, “Uh... thanks. Does the owner know? About the manager I mean... Bakugo knows him and I’m sure he could help if you want...” 

She yanked her hand back from yours, “I can take care of myself thanks. I don’t need a man to fight my battles for me unlike some people I know.” 

She turned on her heels and headed to the back office before you could respond. You desperately wanted to help her. Just because she could take care of herself doest mean she should have to. You pulled the note that Bakugo had left you and considered giving him a call but the manager was already walking out of his office and giving you a megawatt smile. 

“Well hello there. You must be Y/n. Tasha said you were interested in a job?” 

You politely nodded your head, “Yes sir, that would be correct.” 

His smile looked so sleazy, “Sir huh? I like the sound of that. Most of the girls around here aren't as respectful as you seem to be. Come take a seat. My name is Riku. I’m the manager here and I just have a few questions before we move any further.” He motioned to one of the couches that you had sat on many times before with Bakugo. But you knew better and your instincts drove you to take one of the single chairs next to the couch. 

If he was annoyed by this he hid it well. “So... Y/n. Tell me a little about yourself and why you would like a job here.” 

You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and cleared your throat. “Well I’d like to work here because I absolutely love coffee, and I really like this place. I come here so often and it’s very cozy. I’ll admit my skills are limited, but I’m a quick leaner and a hard worker.” 

He nodded as you spoke, “So what about you. You answered why you want a job but you haven't told me anything about yourself.”

You simply shrugged, “Not much to know honestly. I just uh... moved here. I don’t have many friends yet. I like to read, drink coffee, and my roommate is currently teaching me how to cook.” It felt so weird referring to Bakugo as your roommate. It felt like a lie almost as soon as you said it. But there was no need to dread on it now. 

“Are you 18?” 

You frowned, “I’m well over 18. Why? Do you have to be 18 to work here or something?” 

He shook his head, “I just prefer to have a more... mature staff here. That way we don’t run into any.... childish drama.”  

You averted your eyes away from his growing more and more uncomfortable the longer you sat there. “So uh... did I get the job or...”

He leaned over and put his hand on your thigh giving you chills, “Oh yes of course! Come with me and we’ll get you an apron and a name tag.” He stood up, “I hate to ask but would you mind starting today? Tasha, despite being a brat, is our best trainer and she’s here today.” 

You swallowed back your instinct to slap him for touching you, “Yeah that shouldn't be a problem.” You allowed yourself to relax as soon as his back was to you. Why were you doing this? Was this job really worth it? Working for a scummy boss and a trainer who for whatever reason hated you... But you needed a job. You couldn’t depend on Bakugo forever. 

You followed him behind the counter to what looked like a small break room. It consisted of a table a few chairs and cubbies to put your things. Tasha was currently occupying one of the chairs scrolling through her phone. Riku walked over and squeezed her shoulder, “Okay break time’s over. You need to start training the new girl.”

She looked up from her phone and locked eyes with you, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.. you actually hired her?!” 

Before he could even respond you sat down next to her, “Yes he did hire me, and I would like to officially burry the hatchet.” You reached your hand out to hers but she didnt take it. 

She stood up, “Whatever. Go get your stupid apron and meet me by the register.”

You looked at Riku who just shrugged, “Like I said... she's a brat. But I’m sure she’ll warm up to you eventually.” He handed you and apron, “Now get out there before she throws another fit. I can only handle her in small doses.” 

You pulled your hair up into a bun, threw your apron on and scurried out to catch up with Tasha. She was already by the register taping her fingers in annoyance, “Hurry up will ya! I don’t have all day.” 

You spent the next several hours learning in great detail about how to ring things into the register. She may not be very nice but she was in fact a great and thorough trainer. You were so excited to move on and start learning about all the machines and what they did. As the day went on she became more patient and her voice started to lose the board and distasteful tone. 

It was about an hour before close when the bell rang signaling a customer had walked into the store. Tasha gave you a look. “Alright lets see how much you learned. I’ll let you do this all on your own.” 

Giddy with excitement you skipped over to the  register, “Hello welcome in! What can I get-” Your eyes locked with a very, VERY, angry Bakugo. 

His hands were firmly planted on the counter in between the two of you. “Where the fuck have you been? I go all day without hearing from you then I get home to see that the food I had left for lunch was untouched and you were nowhere to be found! What the fuck Y/n!? Are you trying to kill me! I thought something had happened to you... I thought... I thought.” 

You reached your hand out and placed it on top of his, “You thought the worst. I completely understand, and I’m sorry I caused you to panic. I should have called to let you know but I wanted to surprise you... Surprise... I got a job...” 

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “Well you could have at least left a note..” He was already starting to calm down. As soon as he knew you were okay and safe he found it hard to actually be mad. “You know you don’t need a job right? It’s not like I’m going to start charging you rent..”

You rubbed your thumb over his hand, “Yeah but you should. You’ve been helping me adjust and part of that means I need to make my own money. I cant depend on you forever.”

He scoffed, “Says who? You’re an idiot if you think I’d ever kick you out to fend for yourself. I may be an asshole but I’m not that mean.... Is it even safe for you to have a job.”

You smiled and lightly shrugged, “Why wouldn't it be?”

He narrowed his eyes, “Think about it... A public place where anyone could see you.”

“I’m here practically every day anyways!”

“Yeah but usually you're here with me...” He groaned, “Don’t make me get you a fucking babysitter. Because I fucking will.” 

You giggled, “Please Bakugo! It’s part time. I’ll only be here 3 days a week. I really want to do this. I need to do this.” 

He groaned again, “Fine. But I’m waiting until you get off and I’m walking you home. It’s late enough as it is and I dont want you walking home alone.” 

He started to walk towards one of the couches when you shouted after him, “Well you might as well order something while you wait! You’ll be my first customer.”

He could see how happy you were and it softened him up just the smallest bit, “Alright I’ll take the usual.”

You crinkled your nose, “Your usual or my usual?”

He cocked an eyebrow, “We have the same usual dumbass. You practically forced me to drink that girly cinnamon bun latte shit and now its unfortunately my favorite drink...”

You blushed, “Right.. Coming right up.”

He paid for his coffee and took a seat in his usual spot. The very same couch Riku had tried to get you to sit on earlier. You wondered if you should tell him about that. But you also barley got him to agree to you having a job. Not that he really had a say in what you do, but you still valued his opinion. You knew he would never say no to something unless he truly believed it was harmful in some way. 

You skipped around as you made the delicious latte that was also your favorite. Your mouth practically watering, craving one for yourself. When you were done you looked to Tasha. “So did I do it right?” 

Looking bored, “Considering how often you guys come in here, and how often I’ve had to make those... Yeah it looked like you did it right...” She took a step closer towards you, “You’ve worked pretty hard today and surprisingly haven't been a pain in my ass so how about I make you another one and you take a quick break with your boyfriend..”

“Oh, Bakugo isn’t my boyfriend. He’s my roommate. I can see why you'd be confused though. He's very protective. Believe me we’re working on that.” You fiddled with the lid of the coffee you had just made, “I just.... I just went through a lot. In a way its like I’m a bit broken and... well he’s taken it upon himself to help me put the pieces back together. Its not his job, and he knows that but he's determined to do it anyways.” 

Tasha gave you a regretful look before averting her eyes down to the floor, “I’m sorry... for being a bitch. Not that there’s any excuse but... I basically flirted with him like every day for years and he never even gave me a second look. And then all the sudden you were there and he was so nice and caring to you and I..  I was just a jealous bitch.. I’m sorry I hope you can forgive me.” She picked her eyes up to meet yours, “And just so you're know... He may not be your boyfriend officially, but he's definitely not just your roommate. In my experience guys don't care as much as he does unless they like you.” 

You felt yourself blush, “I promise you he doesn't like me the way that you think. He's just a really nice guy... and of course I can forgive you. I’m not the kind of person who holds grudges. Besides... I could really use a friend who isn't Bakugo.” 

Tasha smirked a bit, “I dont know if you want me as a friend. I dont know if you’ve heard but I’m kind of a brat.”

You laughed, “You're not so bad. As much as you didn't like me you never once gave me bad coffee. You always made my drink delicious despite hating me and I think that says a lot about you. You also had no reason to warn me about Riku but you did anyways. I think you're better than you give yourself credit for.” 

“OI! Dumbass! I know you’re new here but usually you get the persons coffee to them before it gets cold.” 

You both laughed and you rolled your eyes, “I better get his majesty his coffee before he explodes.” 

You walked over and plopped onto the couch besides Bakugo and handed him his coffee, “Has anyone ever told you you’re impatient?” 

He chuckled, “People dont usually have the balls too. But I think I’ve heard someone say that once or twice.” 

Tasha came up and handed you your coffee, “Alright just a quick break okay. 15 minutes and then I need to show you how to close up and clean the machines.” 

You smiled and took a sip, “Oh this is delicious thanks Tasha!” 

You turned back to Bakugo who was giving you such a soft smile.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that.”

He quirked an eyebrow “Is there anyone you cant wrap around your finer? That girl hated you yesterday and now she's smiling at you and making you coffee.”

You shrugged, “I find that being patient and empathetic gets you pretty far in life. You should try its sometime.”

“I think I’ll pass. But I will try this coffee... You didn’t poison it did you?” 

“Only a little bit, not enough to kill you though so don’t worry.”

He let out a heavy laugh, “Look at you, picking up on sarcasm already. I’m such bad influence on you.” He took a sip of his coffee and gave you an unreadable look. “Alright Y/n. I have to tell you... this coffee... is fantastic. I will be purchasing a latte machine for the apartment, and your rent will from here on out be you making me coffee. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.” 

You were both laughing when you could hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turned to see Riku crossing his arms across his chest and looking very annoyed, “Y/n... We have a strict fraternization policy. We don’t allow our girls to sit with the customers while on shift for any reason.” 

Your hand immediately went to Bakugos arms and squeezed. Trying to signal for him to let you handle it. “Sorry Riku. This is my roommate Bakugo. Tasha said it was okay for me too take a quick break out here before we start closing up.” 

Bakugo was staring at Riku but it didnt seem to affect the man what so ever. Instead his eyes just flicked to where you hand was on Bakugo’s arm and he grew even angrier. “I don't care what Tasha said. I’m the manager. All breaks are to be taken in the break room. Employees only. And speaking of closing, it’s about time your little friend left.” 

Before you could stop him Bakugo was standing up and getting in Riku’s face, “You may be her boss, but you don’t tell me what to do. It’s late and it’s dark outside. So I’m going to sit my ass down on this couch until she’s ready to leave and then I’m going to walk her home. You got that asshole?” 

You were straight up panicking now. What was he doing? Was he trying to get you fired on your first day?! You put your hand on Bakugo’s chest, “Honestly I’m fine. You can wait outside if you want Bakugo it’s no big deal.”

You started to walk back to the counter when Riku grabbed you arm but his eyes remained glued to Bakugo’s, “If you know what's best for you you’ll wait outside. I have the power to make Y/n’s life here.... difficult. If she wants a job here then she has to follow my rules like the good little girl that she is...” He gave your ass a quick slap and that was it... all hell broke loose. 

Bakugo had Riku by the neck and pushed against the wall in seconds. His other hand that was sparking furiously up next to his face. “Who the FUCK do you think you're talking to?! I am Ground Mother Fucking Zero! You have NO RIGHT to touch her like that!” His hand got closer to Riku’s now terrified face. His voice dropped an octave and you had to admit it was terrifying, but it was also kind of... hot. “You’re fucking lucky I dont send you to the fucking hospital, but honestly I dont want to deal with the paperwork. So instead I want you to pack your shit like the good little boy that you are.... and get the fuck out. And you better fucking PRAY that I never see you again.” 

With that Bakugo threw him to the ground and turned too you. “You sure you need a job?”  

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[perpetually-jungshook]

RED || 01

Genre: humor, jimin x jungkook for now, jungkook smut for now, angst, fluff, humor

Summary: Life is weird. Jungkook works as Jimin’s niche porn photographer and finds it difficult to remember that the he’s only flirting with the camera. Namjoon despises the world of big business but works as a manager for an international corporate company and hates it (cruel irony, he says). Yoongi is just a typical IT guy who has a secret he’s never told anyone, which is totally typical. Hoseok and Seokjin work at a retirement home, from which they one day bring back some random volunteer with fiery red hair who may or may not change everything.

Warnings: language, minor character death (jk it’s a hot pocket), crude humor, brief smut (masturbation), pining

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Jungkook’s finger gently taps at the rotation ring, zooming in Way Too Much on Jimin’s lips. They’re full, soft, quirked up slightly at the corners in a smile. The image distorts for a moment as Jimin leans forward, covering his mouth to hide a laugh.

“Kookie, I can see the lens thing move. I know you’re zooming.”

“Okay, okay, you caught me,” Jungkook can’t help his own smile as he fixes the image. “Stay still.”

He captures Jimin’s pose with practiced ease and a quick flash that brightens the room, casting a fleeting sheen across glittered, gilded, and silk surfaces. Upon Jungkook’s approval, Jimin relaxes and stretches slowly, causing the younger boy to avert his gaze. For some reason, editing the photos rarely bothers him, but Jungkook can’t quite bring himself to watch while Jimin is repositioning.

Instead, his attention settles on the shadowy folds of Jimin’s deeply red hooded cape, almost reminiscent of a sweet Merlot. He doesn’t know exactly what kind of material it is, but from the solid ten minutes he’d spent draping and reorienting the abundant amount of fabric, he knows it’s satiny with just the slightest bit of shimmer.

Jimin, now partially sitting up, angles himself sideways, his body perpendicular to the camera.

“What if I did something like this?” he asks, crooking the knee further from Jungkook upward, carefully planting his foot on the cream colored couch cushion as he leans back, one arm extended behind him, elbow locked to support his weight while the other rests on his raised bent knee. In this position, his hard dick is almost fully exposed, but so are the soft curves of his body, the gentle dips around healthy muscles in the expanse of smooth skin.

Something about Adonis or some marble dude named David could be applied here, but Jungkook’s brain is currently fifty percent work oriented focus and fifty percent TV static panic.

“Tilt your head a little,” Jungkook instructs quietly around a small lump forming in his throat, which he tries to ignore. He feels his brows pinch in concentration more than he pinches them himself. “Little less. Wait.”

He leaves the tripod, walking over to the couch and oh so gently taking Jimin’s chin between his thumb and the side of his index finger with confidence and calmness that he quite frankly does not actually possess. Jimin follows the suggested movements easily and without question, the two boys not only knowing their own and each other’s strengths and weaknesses, but also appreciating and respecting them. Jimin’s skin feels just as smooth as it looks, as always. Jungkook silently wonders what products he uses.

Stepping back, he inspects the new position, then hums thoughtfully.

“What if you leaned back a little more? Like put your weight on your elbow? Not your hand.”

Jimin dutifully bends his arm, turning his bare chest more toward the camera to maintain balance. It’s probably not the most comfortable position to hold, but it looks like he’s lounging, other wrist still up on the crooked knee. Jungkook adjusts the position of Jimin’s head one more time, fusses with the cape for a few seconds, then returns to his camera, quickly changing a few settings to compensate.

“I’ll take a set of five,” Jungkook says, examining the masterpiece one last time. “Two looking to your left, three at the camera.”

The first two photos are easy enough, Jimin effortlessly falling into a practiced neutral expression. He almost looks like some kind of fairy prince, hair parted in the middle, styled perfectly, feathery with a thin crown of fake branches and leaves, his makeup subtle but done to accentuate his features almost naturally, a little glitter skillfully placed at the corners of his eyes. Jimin really is a piece of living artwork.

Then he looks at the camera.

Heat rises onto Jungkook’s cheeks as Jimin’s attention falls on him— well, through the lens. No, at the lens. He’s probably not even thinking about Jungkook. The lump in his throat gets bigger, stomach feeling tight as he snaps two pictures. Two flashes. The heat crawls up to his ears, probably making them red too.

And then Jimin smirks.

It’s the last picture, and Jungkook has to check afterward to make sure it’s his vision that went blurry and not caused by the camera itself. He clears his throat and nods.

“Alright. We’re good. I’ll edit these and send them to you for approval by this weekend.”

“What? You gonna jerk off to them first?” Jimin teases, slowly pushing himself up out of the lounging position to sit comfortably, maybe too comfortably.

Jungkook looks everywhere but at the older boy as he starts packing up, needing to dismantle the tripod, then take apart the camera and light fixtures. Lots to do, so little hand eye coordination when nervous. He feels sick for a moment, like a teenager caught masturbating. He keeps working as the conversation continues.

“No.”

“You hesitated,” Jimin almost sings, obviously amused.

“I didn’t!” His voice totally doesn’t crack. You can’t prove anything.

Jimin just laughs, “Alright, well I’ll see you later, Kookie. After I shower all of this crap off.”

Jungkook has to consciously keep himself from thinking about Jimin in the shower, especially since he’ll probably end up taking care of his hard on too. An even more adamant: don’t think about that.

He nods as he finishes packing up his gear. “Take your time.”

“Oh stop being so stiff,” Jimin says, scrunching his nose. “Friends first, coworkers second. That’s what you promised when we started.”

Jungkook scrunches his nose, but allows himself to smile again, “We’re shooting niche porn. Aren’t I like, supposed to be stiff?”

Both boys laugh, relaxing, and Jungkook leaves the apartment in a significantly less tense mood than normal.

Even with the heavy equipment, he takes the stairs. It’s good exercise, and only one floor down. Jungkook knocks on the door with his foot and it’s promptly answered by Namjoon, who’s having what seems to be a tense conversation on the phone. So as quietly as possible, Jungkook thanks him and goes down the hall to his bedroom.

“Where were you last night at three o’clock?”

“In my bed?”

“Liar,” Hoseok snarls, slapping his hand down on the table, angling the lamp to shine directly into Jungkook’s face, causing the younger boy to squint. “Where were you last night at three o’clock?”

“In my room— probably sleeping?”

Jungkook winces and sinks back as Hoseok huffs with obvious disgusted.

“What did you do to my hot pocket?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook protests. “I didn’t do anything to it.”

Yoongi smothers a laugh, but does a terrible job because it can be heard across the room, “Hobi, if he did do anything with your hot pocket, I think it’s safe to say he would’ve eaten it. I don’t think there’s much of a question there.”

“You are a sick, sick monster,” Hoseok cries, pointing at Jungkook and effectively ignoring Yoongi. “Devouring my food as it sat innocently in the microwave-”

“Do we have any more hot pockets?” all three boys turn their head toward the kitchen as Jimin walks in from the short hallway, picking up the empty container from the counter. “I think I ate the last one last… night…”

He reads the room a few seconds too late, eyes widening, gaze slowly sweeping over Jungkook, the lamp, and lastly Hoseok. Everything freezes save for their heartbeats, thrumming faintly like the paper thin wings of a butterfly, the rest of the scene lying still, delicate as a snowflake, suspended like a dewdrop on a spider’s web, ready to fall, ready to shatter and splinter and wilt into the imperfect reality that is the next moment.

“Balls.”

“Fuck you Jimin that was my hot pocket.”

Jimin screams as he throws the container at Hoseok, doing the smart thing and running from the room like his life depends on it. Hoseok doesn’t miss a beat, using his arm to bat aside the empty cardboard box like it’s an empty cardboard box, which it is. He then hurdles the coffee table and sprints out of the living room at full speed, giving chase to the real hot pocket bandit. Jungkook feels bad for Jimin, but he’s also relieved, knowing now that Hoseok will definitely not murder him in his sleep. A loud bang issues from down the hall, but neither Jungkook nor Yoongi gets up to investigate. They’ll be fine. Probably.

“Well that was interesting,” Yoongi says, one eyebrow subtly arched in mild interest or maybe disinterest. It’s always hard to tell with him, especially with the underlying sarcasm he laces through practically every sentence.

Jungkook’s bones feel like jelly. He doesn’t do good under pressure when people are angry at him.

“I don’t understand why he just assumed it was me.”

“Because you eat like a garbage disposal,” Yoongi’s voice is distorted behind a yawn as he stretches.

“But I don’t even live here.”

Yoongi smirks, “The real question is, why was he up at three o’clock making a hot pocket?”

“It’s Hoseok, so who knows,” Jungkook laughs lightly, not sure what else to do except reach over and turn off the glaring desk lamp.

“Very true.”

Jungkook lets out a long sigh, his head gently hitting the grainy surface of the coffee table, made easy by the fact that he’s sitting on the floor. Who knew he would be in a crime-drama show before lunch? Speaking of lunch…

Fuck. That’s right. No more hot pockets to steal.

“Should I be concerned that Hobi’s trying to break down the bathroom door?” Namjoon clears his throat, jabbing a finger over his shoulder as he enters from the short hallway, likely having been in Seokjin’s room playing with the latter’s pet sugar gliders.

“Nope,” Yoongi replies first, settling once more into the well loved leather arm chair, trying to pretend like he didn’t almost drop his phone on his face as he stretched.

“Got it.” Namjoon says. He takes a seat on the not at all matching but still well loved leather couch opposite the coffee table of Jungkook.  “Do you guys know when Jin’s coming back?”

“Nope,” Yoongi repeats.

“All I know is he said he’s bringing a friend over, for lunch or something, I think,” Jungkook adds, sitting up properly while he speaks to be polite.

Oh man. Lunch. That still sounds like a good idea.

“A friend?” Namjoon asks, pulling off his ratty black beanie only to put it on again during his next question. “Do we know them?”

“I dunno.”

“Probably not.”

“You guys are so helpful,” Namjoon’s tone is sarcastic yet distantly affectionate.

“Fuck you, go read your fancy poker cards if you’re so nosy,” Yoongi says, laughing, throwing a stained decorative pillow vaguely in Namjoon’s direction. Namjoon attempts to grab it, fumbling for a moment before accidentally hitting himself. Jungkook can’t help giggling, though he decides to stay quiet otherwise.

“They’re tarot cards,” Namjoon corrects with a huff.

Yoongi shrugs and starts scrolling through his phone, “Then go read your carrot cards.”

“Tarot.”

“Carrot?”

“There’s no ‘t’ at the end.”

“Yeah there is.”

“Okay, yes, while spelling. But you don’t actually pronounce it as a hard ‘t’ sound.”

Jungkook puts his hand over his mouth, stifling more giggles. He can see Yoongi’s smirk, but Namjoon is taking this one hundred percent seriously.

The younger of the two seems to realize something, his eyes getting wide as he continues, “Hey wait a second, if you know how to spell it, you totally know what I’m talking about.”

As they continue bickering, Jungkook decides he’s finally going to get up and see about lunch, or at least scavenge a snack. It’s not his house so he shouldn’t be rude (especially with Hoseok already so sensitive), but then again, Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin eat his food all the time. He pauses as he reaches the kitchen, though for a different reason. Maybe he should go see if Jimin is still alive. Back tracking a few steps, Jungkook peers down the short hallway to find Hoseok sitting on the floor outside the bathroom, moving his arms at a weird angle.

“Hobi?”

“Hang on Kook, I’m busy,” he draws out the last word contemplatively and Jungkook can see him set something small aside. It’s a screw. He’s holding a screwdriver. He’s unscrewing the hinges on the bathroom door.

Jungkook almost laughs, walking over and leaning down to whisper curiously, “Does he know you’re doing this?”

“Jimin? No. Or at least he’s about to-”

“Not him. Jin.”

Hoseok slows to a stop, the second screw wobbling against the head of the tool.

“I… no?” He groans and starts twisting it back in. “Fucking renter’s agreement.”

There’s a giggle behind the door and Hoseok pauses as if contemplating continuing. Jungkook pats the older boy’s shoulder, probably saving Jimin’s ass. How could he not help though? He has to seem impartial, but how could he not help Jimin?

“You can eat his food next time,” Jungkook sympathizes. “I’ll help you steal it from him too.”

The giggling stops.

Hoseok grumbles as he picks up the screw from the floor and replaces it, fixing the hinge before standing, dusting himself off.

“Park Jimin, you won’t know when or where, but I will get you back for this.”

It might have been threatening if he wasn’t pouting.

Hoseok turns to leave, but pauses to give Jungkook a bright smile as he says, “Sorry for accusing you. Want me to get you something next time I’m at the store?”

“Banana milk?”

“You got it, kiddo.” Hoseok ruffles his hair fondly before heading back to the living room.

Jungkook is about to follow (at least as far as the kitchen) when Jimin’s muffled, whispered voice stops him, “Is he gone?”

“I think so,” Jungkook admits, but he’s really not sure. Maybe Hoseok is bluffing, will run right back around the corner when he hears the door. He would do something like that.

“Okay well, I’ll just stay in here until further notice then.”

“Have fun with that,” Jungkook laughs lightly and goes back to the kitchen.

Wow today has been wild start to finish and it’s not even done yet.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to find himself back in his own apartment, his bedroom to be exact and with his mouth full of instant ramen noodles, he can’t help but find it funny that while he’s editing (Jimin’s) porn as a large part of his photography career, he’s still embarrassed about it.

Jungkook’s cheeks are warm. His ears are too. And his chest. He blames the noodles, but he knows it’s the pictures. Maybe “embarrassed” is the wrong word.

After swallowing the last of the broth from the cup, he inserts the background onto the green screen that had been stretched behind the couch last night during the shoot. Is it strange that there’s a couch in what’s essentially a “magical” forest with wispy trees and bioluminescent flowers? Will people even care? It’s just porn, right? People jerk off to it and then close the file. Jungkook adjusts the lighting on Jimin, softening out some tones and changing the contrast to match the nighttime setting.

He takes a deep breath, tongue poking into his cheek as he edits the next, then the next. Jimin deserves more than this— three to five minutes if he’s lucky and the person doesn’t just move on to the next picture. He deserves to be kissed, touched, loved. But that’s not Jungkook’s job, no matter how much he wishes it was. Flipping through the photos one last time, he minimizes the file so he can come back to it with fresh eyes tomorrow.

Swiveling his chair, picking up the instant noodle container, he looks inside and pouts. Right. It’s empty. Why does he always eat these so fast? Maybe he’ll go get another one. Jungkook’s socked feet slide against the artificial hardwood floor as he heads to the kitchen for another cup, humming to himself as he throws out the empty one, then adds water and slips the second into the microwave.

“You know you’re supposed to heat up the water, then put it in the cup right?”

Jungkook startles immediately on the first word, but recognizes the voice by the third. He turns to face Jimin, who is sitting on the couch across the open concept room, laughing hysterically.

“How did you get in here? The door was locked.”

“Your bathroom window wasn’t,” Jimin says, laughter petering off into a sweet smile.

Jungkook pauses.

“You… climbed through the window?”

“Hell yeah,” Jimin says, standing up and humorously flexing his muscles. “I’m a strong guy, scaling down the sides of buildings.”

He’s never sure what transition is more jarring, seeing Jimin in regular clothes or seeing him without any clothes on at all.

“You’re strong and stupid enough to climb a whole story down, but won’t just… leave the bathroom?” Jungkook asks.

“And face Hobi? No way.”

“What’s the worst he could do to you? Like really.”

“It was the last goddamn hot pocket.”

“Okay true. But why’d you climb down here?”

Jimin giggles, “I was bored in the bathroom all by myself.”

Blushing and shrugging in a weak attempt to cover said blush, Jungkook enjoys the moment of relative peace before something inevitably happens. Something always happens. Hoseok will burst through the front door, demanding Jimin’s head on a platter. Namjoon will come home, announcing he’s found another great, miraculous benefit bestowed upon the human race by green tea. Or Yoongi will walk in, announcing he’s no longer friends with Namjoon because of the way the younger says “pronounciation” when it’s supposed to be “pronunciation.”

But the only thing that interrupts the quiet lull is the beeping of the microwave. Jungkook turns back to the kitchen and retrieves his steaming cup, then goes to the living room to sit on the couch near but not next to Jimin. One boy eats his instant noodles while the other taps at the screen of his phone. It’s nice.

And then Jimin looks up, eyes widening in what must be realization.

“I didn’t unlock the door.”

Jungkook is confused. “Yeah? You don’t have a key to our apartm-?”

“Not that door. The bathroom. I didn’t unlock the bathroom when I left,” he sighs heavily. “Jin’s gonna kill me now too.”

“Why? Don’t you have that little wrench key thing that you can stick in the handle?”

“No I threw it out the window last time.”

“You mean when Jin made the banana bread?”

“Yeah, and then the hot sauce…” Jimin slowly sinks in on himself, dropping his phone on his lap to tangle his fingers in his hair, tugging as if it’ll pull out the answers he desperately needs. “I have to get back in there.”

“Back in the bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

“And how are you planning on doing that?”

Jimin hums, his eyebrows pinching, “A ladder?”

“To the third floor?”

“Ladders go that high, right?”

“Why don’t you just go up there and ask for help? Maybe Hobi could undo the hinges.”

“I don’t think that’d work,” Jimin frets. “Wouldn’t it still get stuck? Because of the little metal bolt thing? Like would we even be able to get the door out of the frame?”

Jungkook can’t help laughing, “And a ladder is better?”

Jimin leans over and gives Jungkook a playful shove, almost spilling the instant noodle broth, “Shut up I’m trying to think of something.”

“Oh, what if someone needed to pee and they think you’re still in the bathroom?”

“Jungkook.”

He laughs shamelessly, just teasing. Stressing Jimin out over little things is funny, especially considering how much he stresses Jungkook out regularly.

“Or wait, even better, what if they need to take a shit?”

“Fuck you,” Jimin whines, picking up his phone. From what Jungkook can see, he’s googling “how far up can ladders go.”

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you just climb back up?” Jungkook is joking, for the most part. No one would be stupid enough to—

“I don’t think I’d be able to do that.”

“Well duh.”

“But I bet you could.”

Jungkook almost chokes on his next bite of instant noodles, “Me?”

“Yeah. You have some pretty big muscles. Couldn’t you like, pull yourself up or whatever?”

No he can’t just like pull himself up or whatever.

“You want me to climb through the window?” Jungkook rephrases his thoughts, then sets aside his half finished (second) meal.

“For me, Kookie. Please?”

His hesitation falters, “Well, I’m not saying I’ll do it, but I’ll go look.”

Ten minutes later, Jungkook, trembling and sweaty, heaves himself into the third story window. It wasn’t difficult so much as terrifying. He’s much more timid than his body type and occupation suggest. The worst part? Jungkook is a fool and he goddamn knows it.

“You okay?” Jimin whisper yells from the bathroom below.

Jungkook tumbles onto the floor and lays prone for a moment, thankful that it was only a thud instead of a crash. He breathes deeply, then forces himself up to look out the window, down at Jimin.

“I’m alive.”

“Good okay so you can unlock it?”

Jungkook laughs, “Is that all I’m good for? Opening doors?”

“No of course not! You’re also great at taking really pretty pictures of me,” Jimin winks up at him with a big, cheeky smile.

“Asshole.” He blames his red cheeks on the physical exertion.

Jungkook rolls his eyes affectionately and closes the window to shut Jimin’s reply out, not too worried about replacing the screen quite yet. He walks over to the door and unlocks it, but then the handle turns, barrier opening away from him to reveal a complete stranger with fiery red hair held up by a faded navy blue bandana.

“H-hello,” Jungkook greets, trying to find a smile to plaster on his face that doesn’t read as startled, even though that’s pretty much all he feels at the moment.

“Hi,” the stranger looks just as shocked, his eyes wide, eyebrows raised. His voice is surprisingly deep.

It must be weird, talking to someone on their way out of the bathroom while you’re on your way in. It must be even weirder when Hoseok walks by and does a double take, backtracking.

“Kook? When did you get in there? I thought Jimin was hiding-”

Jungkook lets out a small distressed huff, cheeks heating up as he attempts to leave. He is unsuccessful. The unfamiliar boy bumps into Jungkook as they try to shuffle past one another. Two large hands come up to rest on Jungkook’s shoulders and he’s moved gently aside, now standing in the hallway, though still facing the boy with the fiery red hair.

The guy nods as if satisfied and smiles. It’s bright, a little boxy, and makes Jungkook instinctively want to wrap him up in a soft blanket with a glass of chocolate milk. The hands leave his shoulders and the smile turns into a soft, deep giggle.

The door closes between them.

“That’s Taehyung,” Hoseok explains after a few seconds, leaning against the corner of the wall at the end of the short hallway.

“Wait, hot-Taehyung from the retirement home?”

Pause.

Jungkook laughs, “Wow that sounded much weirder than I thought it would.”

“Hot-Taehyung that volunteers at the retirement home?” Hoseok offers.

“Better,” the younger of the two nods.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“What’s he doing here?”

“He’s crashing on the couch for a couple days. I’m not really sure why. Jin just said he needed a place to sleep and as long as he cleans up after himself I don’t mind.”

“If your standards were that low, I would’ve moved in and not paid rent months ago,” Yoongi interjects with an amused snort as he walks past, probably toward the kitchen.

“And then I would’ve kicked you right back out to your old apartment,” Hoseok’s voice is high pitched in a baby-talk coo.

“How long is he staying?” Jungkook asks before Yoongi can retort.

Hoseok shrugs, “However long he needs I guess.”

Yoongi walks past the hallway again, now with a plastic Spider-Man cup in hand, muttering, “This is ridiculous.”

“What is?”

Yoongi stops walking to answer Jungkook’s question, “You can’t tell me this doesn’t sound like the plot of some bullshit ridiculous romcom.”

“Romcom?”

“Romantic comedy,” Hoseok clarifies.

“Like, some random guy who’s a friend of a friend shows up to crash on your couch. At least he’s not someone’s sworn enemy or whatever.”

“Yoongle, you watch too much anime.”

“Hobi, if you ever call me that again, I will fry your testicles and eat them.”

Hoseok gasps in delight, “Well that’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard you say. I didn’t know you liked me that way! You should’ve just told me you wanted to suck my—”

The toilet flushes and the bathroom door opens.

Apparently, that’s Yoongi’s cue to leave.

“Taehyung,” Hoseok, who apparently has no fear of death, transitions seamlessly and with a big smile. “This is Jungkook. He’s a little awkward but…” Pause. “Yeah. He’s just awkward.”

Jungkook gives Hoseok a good shove, making the older boy cackle. After shaking hands, Taehyung laughs lightly, his voice still surprisingly deep for his soft features, “Nice to meet you.”

Is it weird they’re having this conversation outside the bathroom? It’s totally weird. It breaks like at least five unsaid bro-code bathroom rules.

“Same,” Jungkook adds lamely, wincing on the inside. Social skills. He has those. “So you, ah, work with Jin and Hoseok?”

Taehyung shakes his head, tone polite, “Nah. I just volunteer.”

Fuck. Hot-Taehyung who volunteers at the retirement home. How could he forget that?

“Well that’s cool. Any specific reason?”

“I spent a lot of time with my grandma there so I knew a bit about it. Thought I might as well help in my free time. Elderly people require love and attention too, yknow?” Taehyung laughs lightly again, seeming a little awkward as well. It’s reassuring.

“True.” Jungkook decides to not comment on the fact that “spent” was in past tense. He might be reading into it too much.

Silence.

Hoseok clears his throat, “So… where’s Jimin?”

“Hiding from you,” Jungkook answers easily.

Hoseok looks like he’s about to go peek in the bathroom, but Taehyung stops him with a chuckle, “I can assure you, there was no one in there.”

He doesn’t have to say a word. The look on Hoseok’s face clearly reads “then where did he go…?”

“Taehyung? What do you want to drink?” Seokjin’s voice comes from the kitchen.

“What do you-?” the boy with the fiery red hair asks, then quietly excuses himself with a small smile, “Might as well go look instead of shouting right?”

Jungkook nods and is subsequently left alone with Hoseok, who now makes an “I’m watching you” gesture. Life is strange. Jungkook is now an accessory to a hot pocket murderer. Namjoon is not amused at Yoongi’s attempt at a card trick with his “carrot cards.” Jin is, on an unrelated note, reminded that he is out of carrots which he wanted to add to the stir fry for dinner. Hoseok goes to the store and comes back with banana milk, hot pockets, and no carrots. And Jimin ends up spending the night on the couch instead of going back to his own apartment. No one blames him.

This is the first night Taehyung is here.

Jungkook looks at the clock.

12:05am

Okay, it’s totally tomorrow. He pushes back the blankets and walks over to his desk, waking up his computer. A quick password later and he’s navigating through his folders, finding Jimin’s most recent photoshoot.

Jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek, trying to be gentle with his sensitive skin while wanting to relieve the bubbling guilt inside of him as he opens up the first picture. It looks fine. He just has to adjust a few shadows in the cape and lighten a few of the leaves on the crown. He wouldn’t dare change anything about Jimin’s body. It’s not that Jimin wouldn’t like it, or would disapprove, it’s that Jungkook doesn’t want to change anything. He’s perfect the way he is.

He touches up one picture after another, trying to keep his attention off of Jimin’s toned muscles, smooth skin, the neatly trimmed pubic hair, and the swell of— obviously, he’s doing a bad job. Does that mean he wants to look? To notice?

From the start of their relatively informal contract, Jungkook had promised himself that he wouldn’t masturbate to Jimin’s content. He thought it might create a conflict of interests. But maybe… just once?

No. Not once. That would lead to twice, and then every time.

Jungkook clenches his fist to divert blood flow, breathing deeply and thinking of unsexy things. Like essays and taxes. He saves the photos and closes the folder, heading back to bed, curling under the blankets that he pulls up to his nose, trying to push those thoughts aside.

Don’t…

His eyes squeeze closed for a moment and he takes a small, shaky breath, fingers brushing over his tummy, then slipping under the waistband of his boxers. Jungkook’s whole body shivers pleasantly as he palms himself. How does Jimin manage to be so fucking sexy? It’s ridiculous. Effort. So much effort to be so beautiful.

He squirms as he wraps his fingers around his dick, pumping slowly. Jungkook doesn’t know why, but he likes to abuse his senses, touches light and soft and fleeting until he’s left whimpering quietly into his pillow so Namjoon and Yoongi won’t hear him.

Sometimes, he’ll indulge himself and pretend his hand is Jimin’s. It’s terrible and cliche but the thought always sends a flood of pleasure through him. Those soft palms, thick fingers. What Jungkook wouldn’t do to have Jimin tease him, edge him a few times.

His hips rock forward subconsciously, thigh muscles tensing, and his grip purposefully loosens, making a hot thread of frustration pull through his lower abdomen.

Jungkook turns onto his back, planting his feet to thrust up into his hand, fingers only just brushing the sensitive head of his dick. It doesn’t take long for the dry friction to become too much. His jaw clenches and he forces himself to let go long enough to pull open his nightstand drawer. One squirt from a small bottle of easily concealed lube later and he finally gives in.

Jungkook pushes down his boxers, kicking away the blankets, closing his eyes as a hand wraps around his dick. He’s lost to the fantasy in seconds. Plush, full lips quirked up in a smirk. Toned muscles and smooth skin. Small hands, one pumps vigorously, grip getting tighter and causing Jungkook’s teeth to set hard together, whole body tensing and relaxing in waves.

“You want me that bad huh?”

Jungkook nods.

“What do you want me to do to you, Kookie?”

Anything you want.

“Anything?”

He nods again.

Jimin’s fingers, slick from lube and warm from skin contact, tease Jungkook’s entrance.

“Want me to touch you here?”

Yes.

“How much? Tell me, Kookie.”

So much. Please…

“Let me hear you then.”

Jungkook whines quietly as Jimin slowly presses one finger in, letting Jungkook adjust before his second knuckle slips past the ring of muscle and the digit gently curls, pushing against the spot that makes his whole body jerk and shudder. He whimpers. His dick twitches and Jimin grabs it with his free hand, twisting his wrist on an upward pull. Jungkook feels like he could combust at any moment, be found the next morning as a pile of ashes on his bed.

“Look at you, so eager. You want me to fuck you?”

Yes.

“Say it.”

I want you to fuck me…

“Like you mean it.”

Jimin pushes in a second finger, causing Jungkook to wince at the abrupt stretch, but if asked, he couldn’t say he didn’t like it.

I want you to fuck me into the mattress. Bend me over and take control—

Jimin’s hand on his length slows, fingers inside him crooking up and making tears prick at the corners of Jungkook’s eyes. He’s so close. His palm comes to rest on the sensitive head of Jungkook’s dick, circling with his rough palm.

Except Jimin’s hand isn’t rough.

The illusion is broken, however thin it was to begin with. He wants to wait, at least try to look up some soft non-Jimin porn or something, but he’s too close. With a frustrated grunt, Jungkook spills onto his own hand in the most unsatisfying orgasm he’s had in a while. He can feel the warmth soaking into his shirt and sitting on his thighs, adding to the growing feeling of self disgust.

It doesn’t help when he remembers that Jimin is just down the hall, sleeping soundly on the couch.

The bang against the wall startles Jungkook so bad that he can feel some of the semen slide off of his thighs and presumably seep into his sheets.

Yoongi’s voice comes through the wall, muffled, a harsh raspy whisper, “Hey, if you’re gonna jerk off at least be quiet about it.”

Jungkook feels like he’s going to throw up. Yoongi heard that? Well, at least he hadn’t done something dumb and even more cliched like said Jimin’s name out loud. The dumb thing he does do is inattentively comb his fingers through his hair.

Jungkook’s friends are… weird, to put it gently. But he is too, so he like, has to love them. It’s practically an obligation at this point. Besides, there is more than sufficient blackmail material between the six of them, from pictures at birthday parties to that one video of Yoongi “singing” at the Christmas party, which Namjoon had insisted was a “celebration of all December holidays so we can be inclusive” despite none of them even knowing what Kwanzaa is or how to spell it. Naturally, this prompted a quick Google by Namjoon, who proceeded to turn off the music and make everyone sit down so he could explain. Jungkook thought it was sweet, but that’s all beside the point.

Day two with Taehyung staying over at Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin’s apartment isn’t absolutely-tastelessly-drunk-karaoke-with-rental-parrots-on-Seokjin’s-birthday weird. It’s not even shooting-niche-porn-of-one-of-your-best-friends weird. It’s weird in the way that leaves a stain on Jungkook he’ll never be able to rub away, despite all of the other unbelievably strange things that happen to him on a day to day basis.

Jimin clings to Jungkook’s arm, using him as a shield as the two of them walk upstairs so Jimin can get ready for his non porn related desk job.

“I seriously doubt he’s still mad,” Jungkook says quietly as Jimin fumbles with his keys.

“Have you met Hoseok?”

“Yeah. He’s a really nice dude.”

“You haven’t lived with him,” Jimin shudders, probably at a memory. “He screams sunshine and shits rainbows. But then you piss him off.”

“Then don’t piss him off?”

This comment earns Jungkook a smack to the crotch. He would be… kind of flustered that Jimin touched his dick? But he’s too focused on it hurting like hell right now? It probably wasn’t meant to injure him, just a playful jab, but Jungkook is a sensitive boy please love him.

The door opens and as Jimin enters with Jungkook half waddling, half staggering behind him. Immediately, like turning a corner and walking into a tangible wall that totally unfairly jumped out in front of him, the apartment smells like strong tea. That kind of spicy, maybe herbal tea that gets up into one’s nose and stays there for the rest of the day like a lingering scent that can be confused with a taste.

Jungkook’s nose scrunches in an instinctive emotion caught between disgust and shock.

“Want some tea?” Seokjin obliviously greets them from the small dining table, holding up a mug and smiling like he isn’t smelling and drinking death itself.

“I’ll pass, thanks,” Jungkook coughs subtly. He closes the door behind him and finally manages to straighten up, pain ebbing.

“What’s in it?” Jimin ventures, going over to the table to sit down next to Seokjin, who Hoseok wouldn’t dare upset, murdered hot pocket or otherwise.

“Tea,” Seokjin giggles as he takes a sip.

Jungkook fights the urge to gag.

“Taehyung made it,” he elaborates, gesturing with a nod to the adjacent kitchen. “He says it’s good for your sinuses, blood pressure, and immune system.”

“Don’t need an immune system if you die drinking it,” Jungkook mumbles, then laughs to himself.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Jungkook’s just about to excuse himself, package (Jimin) safely delivered, but then he pauses as Jimin says, “So Taehyung’s still here? Like hot-Taehyung from the retirement home?”

“Yeah,” Seokjin giggles again, setting the mug down. “He’s in the shower.”

Jimin smirks, “Good to know. Cute clean boys first thing in the morning? That’s my shit right there.”

“Language.”

“You curse more than I do.”

“Park Jimin shut your fucking goddamn mouth I am older than you…”

Jungkook tunes out as the bathroom door opens. A few steps later, the boy with the fiery red hair, which is now dripping and plastered to his forehead, enters Jungkook’s line of sight as he walks into the living room, going over to a duffle bag placed thoughtfully out of the way. The towel hangs low on his hips, revealing tanned skin, toned muscles, and a soft tummy. Jungkook’s face gets warm as he averts his gaze. He’s not Jimin, but Taehyung is definitely... wait, don’t blatantly check out hot-Taehyung from the retirement home.

It takes him a second to realize the conversation has stopped.

“Is that him?” Jimin whispers with that slight lisp of his and thank goodness some of the windows are open to let in the white noise traffic sounds outside so Taehyung can’t hear everything. Then again, Jimin usually has no shame anyway.

“Yeah,” Seokjin smiles innocently, taking another sip of that godawful tea that has somehow managed to linger in the apartment like fog despite the aforementioned open windows.

Without another word to either of them, Jimin saunters away from the table.

“Shameless,” Seokjin muses.

Jungkook’s stomach twists.

“Hello, you must be hot-Taehyung who volunteers at the retirement home!” Jimin’s voice is chipper in the attractive way that is almost humanly impossible so early in the morning. “I’m Jimin, the third roommate who’s openly acknowledged as the cutest roommate with the best butt.”

“Debatable,” Seokjin huffs.

Jungkook waits for Taehyung to reject Jimin. The boy is practically naked, just out of the shower, and is being approached by this cocksure stranger who shows blatant interest in him. To be fair, while Jimin’s back is to Jungkook, he knows Jimin is giving Taehyung That Smile, the one that makes Jungkook feel a little sweaty, the one he only shows the camera and the absurdly attractive boys he always ends up sleeping with. Taehyung’s lips slowly settle into an obviously intrigued grin, one of his eyebrows rising subtly.

“Hello Jimin, cutest roommate with the best butt-”

“I don’t have to let you sleep on my couch,” Seokjin sing-songs, attention distractedly resting on the screen of his phone.

Jungkook decides to sit down at the table because why continue to stand there awkwardly? But he does this so abruptly that everyone’s collective, burning attention is drawn in his direction as the wooden chair screeches across the wooden floor. Jungkook wants to die or get swallowed up by the floor or hide in Seokjin’s ridiculously oversized hoodie because it looks comfortable. Any of those options sound better than accidentally interrupting a conversation while he was trying to eavesdrop.

Taehyung doesn’t miss a beat though, ignoring or showing Jungkook some mercy.

“Then… hello Jimin, debatably cutest roommate with the arguably best butt,” Taehyung corrects with an innocent smile directed at Seokjin.

“Good enough,” Seokjin approves without even a glance up.

The two boys turn back to each other, sharing (at least from what Jungkook can see) a humored, strangely intimate, knowing look, especially considering they just met.

“Maybe you should test it out sometime, see if it’s only arguably the best,” Jimin’s cadence is purposefully slow, clearly flirtatious, voice a little lower than normal. “Like maybe tonight?”

Jungkook tells himself that he the urge to vomit has returned because he gets a particularly potent whiff of Seokjin’s tea and not because of Jimin’s blatant sexual advances. But then:

Taehyung takes a breath between his teeth, making a small, regretful hissing sound, “Actually, I have to go volunteer tonight. Can I get a rain check?”

It takes Jimin a long time to respond. Like that type of scary pause that makes Jungkook think Jimin is considering the situation thoroughly. Most people don’t say no to Jimin. He just has this thing about him, or maybe several things that culminate into the sensation of being hooked, helplessly and yet willingly pulled toward him, transfixed by those beautiful eyes, the sound of his soft voice. No snake charmer or pied piper could ever compare. Or maybe that’s just Jungkook.

The worst part of all of this though? It wasn’t a “no.” It was a “not yet” and Jimin likes a chase.

“Absolutely,” the smirk is clear in his voice, the quiet musical lilt. “I’ll be waiting.”

Jungkook would rather swallow a cactus than continue to watch this unfold, so he gets up and quietly (like no loud scraping chairs thank fuck) leaves the apartment. As he walks down the stairs, palm ghosting the handrail, Jungkook can’t tell if he’s angry, sad, disappointed, or some other inappropriate emotion.

Jimin isn’t his. Never has been. They’ve known each other for more than a decade, but all they’ve ever been is friends.

It’s difficult because as his photographer, Jungkook gets to see him be beautiful, vulnerable, and seductive. It’s even more difficult because as his friend, Jungkook gets to see Jimin be relaxed, tired, and real. His chest constricts, but he fights it. Or at least he tries to.

The door to his own apartment closes behind him and Jungkook goes straight for the couch, falling into the embrace of the cushions and grabbing the nearest pillow to hug to his chest. He reaches for the TV remote to put on a Harry Potter movie that he unquestionably owns on DVD but will watch here with commercials because fuck knows why. Maybe to distract himself from the fact that he’s so in love and so alone and it fucking hurts hurts hurts like no physical pain he’s ever experienced. Not in high school dance practice, not at the gym— not even the time he fell out of a tree and broke his wrist in three places.

He can deal with that kind of pain, the kind that goes away, can get fixed with medicine or stretching or hot showers. This kind of pain stays, lingers, settles in Jungkook’s bones to make them feel like lead.

Not good enough, his brain whispers. Not even when doing your best.

Yoongi: [8:45 am]

So is he still alive?

Jungkook: [8:45 am]

Who?

Yoongi: [8:46 am]

That sexy fucker

That sexy fucker

Wtf

He changed the goddam

JI MIN

Jungkook: [8:46 am]

Lol

Yea

More than just alive prolly

Yoongi: [8:46 am]

???

Jungkook: [8:47 am]

Well he’s might be getting dicked down soon

Yoongi: [8:48 am]

Might?

Jungkook: [8:48 am]

Idk

Yoongi: [8:48 am]

Congrats to him I guess?

Jungkook: [8:50 am]

Yeah haha

Yoongi: [8:50 am]

We still getting takeout tonight?

Jungkook: [8:50 am]

Sure

Yoongi: [8:55 am]

Cool

Yoongi: [9:34 am]

You okay?

Kook?

Jungkook: [9:35 am]

Sorry I was

Uh

Jerking off?

Yoongi: [9:35 am]

Tmi dude

Jungkook: [9:35 am]

Lol jkjk

Yoongi: [9:36 am]

You just seem short haha

Jungkook: [9:36 am]

Ur the short one :P

Yoongi: [9:38 am]

Fuck you

Jungkook: [9:38 am]

Aren’t you supposed to be at work?

Yoongi: [9:39 am]

I am

Just on call

People can’t figure out how to turn their computers off and on again

I fucking swear

Fixes it like half the time

Jungkook: [9:40 am]

Aren’t they paying you to find and solve the actual problem??/?

Yoongi: [9:40 am]

I am solving the problem

With the least amount of effort

Jungkook: [9:40 am]

Lol

Sounds like you

Yoongi: [9:41 am]

Fuck you

Jungkook: [9:41 am]

Boo you already used that

Cliched

Not creative

Boooooo

Yoongi: [9:42 am]

.

Jungkook: [9:42 am]

Don’t be mad

Yoongi: [9:42 am]

.

Jungkook: [9:42 am]

Dude

Jungkook: [9:55 am]

Can’t ignore me forever

I live w u

Yoongi

Gi

Yoon

Shit they sent out of order

Min Genius

Yoongi: [9:42 am]

?

Jungkook: [9:42 am]

^-^

Yoongi: [9:43 am]

Yeah yeah fuckin brat

Friends:

Hoseok: [2:10 pm]

Why can’t we have a fun group chat name?

Hoseok has changed the group chat name to Cute Little Fuckers

Namjoon: [2:11 pm]

Because YOU kept changing it to inappropriate things

And THEN kept texting me during work hours

Hoseok has changed the group chat name to Generic Friends

Jimin has changed the group chat name to Generic BEST Friends

Hoseok: [2:11 pm]

Why can’t you just

Have your coworkers not care about what our gc name is

Jimin: [2:11 pm]

Yeah Joon why

Hoseok: [2:12 pm]

Yeah Joon y

Jimin: [2:12 pm]

Yea y

Namjoon: [2:12 pm]

Because they are bourgeoisie pigs who conform to societal expectations

Hoseok: [2:13 pm]

....

Jimin: [2:13 pm]

Booo boring answer

Namjoon: [2:13pm]

No it’s not :(

Seokjin: [2:13 pm]

Hobi

Where are you?

You left to get the diuretics 10 mins ago

Hoseok: [2:13 pm]

I... got lost?

Seokjin: [2:13 pm]

You’ve worked here longer than I have

Try again

Hoseok: [2:14 pm]

I... messed up the paperwork?

Seokjin: [2:14 pm]

Try again

Hoseok: [2:14 pm]

Ms Piper scares the living shit out of me?

Seokjin: [2:15 pm]

That’s acceptable

I’ll tell her you died

Hoseok: [2:16 pm]

Rip me

Namjoon: [2:18 pm]

You two sure text a lot at work

Yoongi: [2:18 pm]

And u snore when u sleep

Lmao

Namjoon: [2:18 pm]

THST IS NOT MY FAULT

IT IS A MESICAL COMDITION

Hoseok: [2:19 pm]

Rip Namjoon

Hoseok: [2:32 pm]

Is no one gonna mourn our deaths?!?

Yoongi: [2:33 pm]

Rip

Jimin: [2:33 pm]

Rest in peace. You were both so loved.

Yoongi: [2:33 pm]

Not by us but by someone

Jimin: [2:33 pm]

Rip Hobi and Joon x2

Jungkook watches the group chat with some disinterest. Over the past year, he’s found that one of the bad things about being a freelance photographer who is mildly successful is that somedays, he has a lot of free time, free time to do chores, run errands, refine his craft, make connections, put together a portfolio, and most frequently— this being the bad part— free time to have a soft existential crisis.

It’s soft because it doesn’t really involve questions like “why am I here?” and “what is the meaning of life?” It’s more like “why did I drop out of college to become a photographer?” and “why does Namjoon keep telling me to drink water with nasty grass seeds in it?” More often than not, it has a lot to do with Jimin too.

His phone buzzes and prompts a quick look, but it’s only Seokjin asking for Hoseok again. Jungkook won’t lie, he’s kind of disappointed no one has mentioned the fact that he hasn’t said anything in a while. But they’re a bunch of guys who are busy at work and distracted by the antics of the day. Jungkook is just one friend among six, lost in a sea of other things to talk about.

He almost smirks. Since when has he been so melodramatic?

A knock on the door causes Jungkook’s attention to drift out of the living room for the first time in hours. Who could that be? Namjoon and Yoongi are both at work. Maybe Hoseok finally decided to run from Ms. Piper and locked himself out again. Or maybe it’s one of the neighbors asking him to dog sit or whatever. Mindlessly, Jungkook gets up and heads to the front door. He opens it without a second thought.

Fiery red hair.

“Hey, it’s Jungkook, right?”

Taehyung, now fully clothed with his hair styled up in the faded navy bandana, gives Jungkook a small smile.

“Yeah,” he confirms, fingers curling subtly against his palm in an attempt to quell a sudden burst of aggression.

He isn’t sure what to feel. Yes, part of him is burning with petulant jealousy that Jimin has flirted with Taehyung instead of Jungkook; but another part of him wants to know who the fuck Taehyung is to turn down someone like Jimin; and a third part of him wants to get rid of both of these feelings altogether, simply because Taehyung has the right to choose too.

“So I kind of... locked myself out of Jin’s apartment? It was an accident,” he laughs, sounding a little guilty. “And he said you lived one floor down, so I was thinking maybe I could just hang out with you for a while. Just until they get back. Unless you’re busy. Don’t wanna be a bother.”

Jungkook fights with himself for a moment. Right thing to do right thing to do right thing to do. Reluctantly, he nods, stepping aside so Taehyung can come in.

“Make yourself at home- but don’t turn the hot water sink handle in the bathroom.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shoot up in alarm, though he tries to keep a cool tone. “Okay?”

Jungkook can’t help himself, laughing lightly, “It’s broken. Just trust me. No one’s owned up to it yet but I’m pretty sure it was Hobi or Namjoon.”

Taehyung visibly relaxes, “Ah, alright I’ll take your word for it. I wasn’t sure if I was in trouble or about to unleash some ancient curse on us.”

“By turning a faucet handle?”

“You never know.”

Jungkook laughs openly this time, closing the door and leading the way to the living room. Oddly enough, he suddenly feels a little more relaxed around Taehyung.

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Dinner

He could feel his heart, pounding against his rib cage. It almost felt like it was trying to break out with how fast it was beating.

It was sort of hard to breathe, like every breath he took wasn’t enough to keep up with his pounding heart.

And it was so loud, so very loud. It drowned out everything around him, leaving him wondering why no one had questioned the sound yet.

“Yurasha?”

He jolted as a hand wrapped around his wrist, causing his head to snap to the side.

The world spun around him, forcing him to try and blink away the blur that overtook him. Slowly, Victor came into focus, a worried expression on his face.

“Lyubimyy, take a deep breath for me,” Victor said gently, causing him to do exactly what he was told and take a deep breath.

Things slowly started to come into focus around him. After a few moments, he finally noticed that they were standing on a footpath along the shoreline, ahead of them stood a cluster of restaurants situated on a dock.

“It’s not too late. You can go home.” He shook his head at Victor’s statement, as he slowly exhaled through his mouth.

“Sorry, I’m fine,” he insisted.

“You’re not fine,” Victor argued, a frown on his lips. He exhaled slowly through his mouth again before gently removing Victor’s grasp on his arm and lacing their fingers together.

“I’ll be fine,” he tried again, though the frown on his fiancé’s lips didn’t move.

“Vicchan,” Yuri whined, catching both of their attention. Yuri stood a few feet in front of them, a pout on his lips. Before either could question what was wrong, Yuri held his arms out for Victor. Victor didn’t hesitant, quickly lifting the boy up into his arms.

“We can go home,” Victor tried again.

“We are already here,” he pointed out.

“Yurasha,” Victor groaned.

“Vitya,” he replied back, smiling softly as Yuri giggled at them.

“Come on,” he mumbled, squeezing Victor’s hand, “The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go home to bed.”

“I suppose,” Victor sighed while starting to walk, pulling him along with him.

He clung to Victor’s hand as they walked the final bit, entering the five-star restaurant.

It was everything he imagined a five-star restaurant to look like. Sleek, modern and over the top.

A waiter greeted them, looking less than pleased to see them. He couldn’t gauge why – was it because of Yuri? When he imagined five-star restaurants he didn’t exactly imagine children, or was it because of him and Victor? Who were currently clinging to each other.

“This way,” the waiter stated, causing him to notice that Victor had spoken to the man.

Victor’s back seemed to straighten completely as they followed the waiter outside towards the balcony where there were a small number of tables, spaced rather far apart. Seated at one table was a man and woman that couldn’t be anyone else but Victor’s parents.

The woman was gorgeous to say the least, with long silver hair that reminded him of Victor’s teenage years. Everything about her seemed sharp, from her eyes to her cheekbones, there was nothing about her that shouted warmness. She was a petite woman, dressed stunningly in a dress almost the same shade as her hair.

The male was almost the exact opposite. He was round and soft, and held all the warmth the woman, his wife, did not have. He didn’t even need to see the man’s smile to know it was the same heart-shaped one Victor had. But despite the warmth, the softness and roundness, the way he held himself shouted arrogance.

“Vitenka!” the woman gasped as they approached the table, smiling in such a way that it almost looked like a smirk.

“Mother,” Victor greeted, using a tone he had only heard used on reporters before, “Father.”

“And who is this?” Victor’s mother interrupted, locking eyes with him. He forced a smile as Victor gently squeezed his hand.

“Mother, Father, this is my fiancé, Yuuri Katsuki,” Victor introduced him.

“Asian,” Victor’s father mumbled. He tried not to flinch at the clear displeasure in Victor's father's voice, only to blink as Victor’s mother slapped her husbands shoulder in response.

“Ignore my husband, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Yuuri. I am Elizaveta, and this is my husband, Kazimir,” Elizaveta introduced herself. He glanced up at Victor who seemed to be eyeing his parents in confusion.

“And who do we have here?” Victor’s father, Kazimir, mumbled, squinting at Yuri who was currently clinging to Victor.

“This is Yuri,” Victor mumbled, while adjusting the grip on the boy.

“Two Yuri’s?” Elizaveta questioned, seeming to turn her attention onto him.

“You can call this on, Yura,” Victor piped up, drawing his parents attention back to him. He felt Victor squeeze his hands once more before gently releasing it to pull a chair out for Yuri to sit down on before seating himself down beside the boy, he followed Victor’s instruction and sat down, trying to ignore the looks they received from Victor’s parents as they sat down.

“How about we start with a glass of wine?” Elizaveta declared, snapping her fingers which almost immediately summoned a waiter.

The evening seemed to be going well.

Elizaveta and Kazimir seemed nice enough, but there was something wrong.

Victor seemed to be waiting for something, for what, he wasn’t sure.

“So, Yuuri,” Kazimir spoke up, demanding his attention, “What do you do?”

“I’m a dancer,” he said softly. Kazimir frowned at him, eyeing him closely.

“What type of dancing, Yuuri?” Elizaveta piped in.

“Ballet,” he answered, causing the two older Nikiforov’s to pause.

“Ballet?” Kazimir questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes sir,” he said with a nod of his head.

“At Mariinsky?” Elizaveta questioned, seeming delighted in his response.

“Yes, madam,” he confirmed. Elizaveta clapped her hands in delight.

“Amazing,” Elizaveta said in English sounding almost exactly like her son, “I would have liked Victor to be a ballet dancer. Russian ballet is in our blood, you see, my great-grandmother was a dancer and a good one.” He forced a smile and nodded along, not sure how he could really respond to that.

“He would have made a better lawyer,” Kazimir cut his wife off.

“He is rather good at getting what he wants,” Elizaveta laughed.

He glanced towards Victor, who seemed to be distracting himself by helping Yuri cut up a piece of chicken.

“Are you in any of their touring shows, Yuuri?” Elizaveta questioned.

“Not currently,” he mumbled, “But there is a number of auditions for next year’s shows coming up.”

“How exciting,” Elizaveta said, flashing one of her smirk-like smiles in his direction, “You’ll have to let me know where all your shows are! I’d love to go to one.”

“Of course,” he said hesitantly.

Kazimir cleared his throat suddenly, catching everyone’s attention at the table.

“Victor, why don’t you join me at the bar,” Kazimir said, sounding more like he was demanding rather than asking. He glanced toward Victor, only to pause when he realised that Victor’s eyes were on him. He forced a smile and nodded his head, trying to assure Victor that they should be fine for a couple of minutes without him.

“Okay,” Victor said, getting to his feet. He watched as Kazimir smiled and got to his feet, leading the way to the bar.

He watched Victor walk with his father for a moment before glancing back to Elizaveta who was staring into her glass of wine.

“You know you don’t belong with him, right?” Elizaveta questioned. He froze, simply staring at the gorgeous woman in front of him.

“Victor shouldn’t be wasting his time with something like you. Some Asian trying to dance our ballet, how pathetic,” Elizaveta all put spat as she slammed her glass down rather roughly onto the table.

“The child,” Elizaveta said while turning towards Yuri, “Better, but still not good enough for my Victor. If only he was our blood.”

“I beg your pardon?” he questioned, frowning in confusion. Elizaveta huffed as she turned towards him, glaring towards him.

“Why must I spell it out for you, stupid common folk? I’ll dumb it down for you. Victor is purebred, like that stupid mutt of his. And you, a common street rat, shouldn’t be talking to him. You shouldn’t even be breathing the same air as him,” Elizaveta stated simply.

“Hey-” Yuri piped up, only to be hushed by Elizaveta.

“Adults are speaking, child. Look, you can’t even teach your child simple manners. And you expect to marry my son?” Elizaveta shook her head, “Pathetic.”

He started at Elizaveta, completely lost for words.

He now understood what Christophe had mean. To feel so degraded by a single conversation.

“Papa?” Yuri mumbled, sounding closer to tears. He simply forced a smile across at Elizaveta before shifting in his chair to reach over and grab Yuri, pulling the boy into his lap.

“Who is up for more wine?” Kazimir declared, approaching the table with Victor right next to him, holding a bottle in his hand.

He let out a soft sigh as Victor returned to his seat beside him, raising an eyebrow questionably. He forced a smile as he cuddled Yuri close, something the boy didn’t seemed to protest about.

For once, he was rather thankful for the arrival of alcohol in his life.

“It was so strange,” he declared as he undid his tie, “I’ve never seen them so nice in my life.��

He turned to Yuuri, who was going through some drawers for a shirt to wear.

“Mother didn’t say anything, did she?” he questioned. Yuuri glanced up and shook his head before turning back to the drawer he was going through.

“Not at all,” Yuuri ensured him.

He sighed softly while running a hand through his hair.

“I didn’t like it,” he mumbled as he got to work undoing the buttons of the dress shirt he had decided to wear.

“The wine was nice,” Yuuri mumbled, causing him to pause.

“Was that your first time drinking expensive wine?” he asked. Yuuri paused and turned to him with a thoughtful look.

“How expensive was the wine at our date night in April?” Yuuri questioned, causing him to pause.

“I have failed you,” he gasped. Yuuri rolled his eyes and turned away from him, “How have I not shown you the joys of expensive wine?”

“We have a child,” Yuuri stated simply.

“Right,” he hummed, nodding his head, “That would explain it.”

Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door / Skater In Training

[domitxnate]

Presentation | Nate and Davina

Who: Nathan Lynn and Davina Fabray @davinajocelynfabray

What: Presentation 1

Note: Bondage, impact, orgasm denial

Nate: Once in the room, Nate explained that he'd spent the night before edging Davina to keep her completely on edge. He had her strip and laid her down on the table, laying on her back and stretching her arms and legs apart. He cuffed her to the table like that and display a variety of toys he'd be using. He got an hitachi and placed it on her pussy, binding it to her thigh with a rope so that it stayed pressed in place. "Ya doin' alright?" he asked, looking over Davina's face before turning the vibrator on low. He then picked up a crop and slowly ran it up and down her torso. "Ya will ask permission to cum. Ya will not cum until you're given that permission, understood?"

Davina still thought this was a little weird, considering their mixed past, but this was less about Stella and more about actually doing well in school, something that Davina liked to do, even if it was more about appeasing her father She was definitely horny and was in a more submissive mindset than she usually ever was. She followed his instructions and soon was laying down, spread eagle and it was actually a little exciting, if she was being honest. "Yes, Sir." She replied, giving a little nod of her head, when he asked if she was doing alright. She was breathing harder than normal as the vibrator was on and the crop was moving over her skin, the sense of anticipation making her body tense. "I understand, Sir." She managed to say in a clear voice, her eyes following him.

Nate continued to run the cool leather of the crop over her body, and with a quick flick of his rest, he slapped it against the milky white skin of her stomach. He looked up towards her face, eyeing it up before flicking it against her again, watching the skin pinken just slightly against the skin.

Davina flinched as the crop was brought down against her body. SHe didn't know if she actually like it or if it was being edged so many times that made her brain conditioned to liking it. She flinched again, but not as badly as a moan escaped her, the vibrations on top of being on edge driving her.

Nate smiled at her reactions, flicking the crop against the top of her breast, right over her nipple. He gauged her reaction before repeating the same on the other nipple. "Tell me how ya feel, pet," he ordered, smooth and calm in voice.

Davina took a deep breathe, letting it out slowly as she felt herself arching to the crop coming down over her nipples as she tried to think of an answer that wasn't just 'I don't know. "I want to come and I think I like the crop, but I don't know. What if I only like it because I want to come?" She said, her mind racing and she wasn't sure if it was even supposed to be. She let out a low moan as her hips began moving .

Nate listened as the girl spoke. "Do ya think if I took the vibrator off, you would still want to cum?" he asked, two more quick slaps against each of her nipples, slightly harder.

Davina took a moment to think, part of her senses definitely stunted by her need to come right now and the crop making her moan. The pain was flush and the heat it left behind was more than pleasure. "Yes, Sir." She replied, honestly.

Nate nodded and reached over to turn the vibrator off. He picked up a flogger and exchanged the crop for it. "Tell me how this feels, pet," he said, twisting his wrist and allowing the leather straps to rain over her body. Then he did it again, and again, to a total of 5, each one slightly harder than the last. "Such a pretty look on ya," he cooed, running his fingers softly over his new masterpiece. "How bad do ya wanna cum now?"

Davina didn't want him to actually turn it off, but her green eyes were following him as he moved and picked up another one of the toys he brought with him. She waited for the sensation over her skin, trying to adjust to how different it felt from the crop. Instead of one area impacted, it was multiple at the same time. "Different." She mumbled the first time, not sure if she liked it, but as they got harder, and her skin heated up that much quicker. "It's more, heavier, Sir. It's..it makes my skin warmer." She glanced down to see her how pink her normally smooth creamy skin was right now. "Bad, I'm still dripping wet, Sir."

Nate listened to her answers, looking over her body to make sure everything was still okay and there wasn't any broken skin or anything to worry about. "Different good?" he asked, watching her face after all the strikes. "Because your body definitely looks like ya enjoyin' it," he smirked. He struck Davina again, decently hard over her pelvis, her stomach and her chest. "Tell me how this one is," he said before striking between her legs, less intense than the most recent ones, however enough to be noticeable.

Davina nodded her head as he asked before confirming his words with her own. "Different good, Sir. I like it." She admitted, even though there was still a part of her that didn't know exactly what that meant in her world. She opened her mouth to ask him what he meant by there, but the flogger was against her skin again, the heat going straight to him core and making her even wetter. The noise that escaped her lips was different than what she was used to hearing from herself. When he struck her between her legs, she felt her hips bucking into the strike, the pain radiating only for a moment before turning into an intense pleasure. "It feels really good Sir. For a moment it hurts but then it's really pleasurable. I still want to come, Sir." Her voice turned into a whine at the last part.

Nate watched as Davina's body reacted, bringing a smile to his lips as he saw how sensual and erotic the whole scene looked. "Ya wanna cum?" he asked, another slap against her core, "How bad?" he asked, with another strike.

Davina couldn't help the moan that came from her mouth as she felt another strike against her core, her skin heated up and her core dripping from the impact."Pretty please." She answered, hearing the pleading in her own voice. She gave a little choked noise as he asked how bad, another slap against her. "So bad Sir. I want to come for you more than I want anything else right now. Please let me come."

Nate could see that Davina was becoming very excited by not only the flogger, but by where Nate was hitting her with it. The cutesy please made him smile, but it wasn't going to be good enough so he gave another spank between her legs before moving the flogger across her erect nipples again. "Ya can do better than that," he egged on, just in time to hear her tell him just about bad she wanted it. He thought for a moment, slapping the flogger over her chests. "Depends, would ya cum with my cock down ya throat?" he asked, taking a total leap at pushing her just a little farther.

Davina had only needed a little encouragement to be more vocal, not entirely sure it would give her what she wanted, but she was more than willing to try. Another whine left her pink lips as he kept spanking her skin with the flogger, the sensations taking over everything for her. At his words, she bit her bottom lip for a moment, hesitating. Because it was still her sister's ex but at the same time... "Really good, Sir." She said in a small voice.

Nate was surprised Davina went a long with it but hummed to himself in excitement. He pulled his zipper down and released his cock through the opening. "Turn your head," he nearly barked and slapped her breasts again with the flogged, "open your mouth," he said, placing his cock between her lips.

Davina found herself immediately turning her head when he ordered her to, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. In the moment, her only thought was about the presentation. Her back arched into the slaps against her skin and her lips parted eagerly taking him inside her mouth, her tongue lapping over the head of his cock.

Nate moaned, "There's a good girl," hummed off his lips as Davina got started, her tongue lapping over his cock hungrily. Nate slapped the flogger hard across her stomach, "Harder, pet. Make me cum."

Davina didn't think that she needed to be distracted by how make she wanted to come, but his cock in her mouth was welcomed. She moaned around his as the flogger hit her stomach and she began bobbing her head as best she could, each time taking more and more of him as she worked hard to make him come.

Nate moaned in unison with Davina as he felt the vibration of her lips on his cock. "Good girl," he encouraged, along with the flogger against her skin again. After a few moment, Nate felt his climax coming on and grunted heavily as he pulled himself out of her mouth, "Keep it open," he groaned, pumping his throbbing member as his seed spraying in thick ropes into her mouth and against her lips and chin. "Good girl," he groaned as he finished, panting heavily. He gave her another good whack of the flogger over her pussy, "Does my good girl wanna cum now?"

Davina always did like pleasing others like this and she felt a sense of pride rush through her as he moaned. Her mouth worked quickly, sucking his cock eagerly, wanting to make him come because of her. It didn't take long before he was pulling out and making a mess with his cum on her face, her tongue tasting it. She moaned loudly as he hit her pussy again, a whine quickly falling from her lips. "Pretty please, Sir. I want to come for you so badly."

Nate smiled down at her softly and reached over to turn the hitachi back on it's high speed. "Alright, good girl. Ya earned it, cum nice and hard for me," he encouraged, his fingers going up and down her naked body as the vibrator shook through it.

Davina didn't need much encouragement after being on edge for so long and her body having been thoroughly worked over during their presentation. It felt like the moment the vibrator was back on, her body was coming and her body was shaking even harder as it rang through it. She couldn't help the moaning that came out her mouth and the feeling of coming /for/ someone.

Nate watched Davina, taking a moment to appreciate how her body reacted to the pent up need starting to convulse out. It was no time at all before Davina came, nice and hard just like he asked. "Good girl," he hummed, "Such a good girl," he said, waiting for her body to calm before turning the vibrator off. "Ya did so well for me, darlin'," he said with a smile, untying the toy, then untying the girl. He held out his hand, "let me help ya up, darlin'," he said, making sure she took it slow and was able to find her balance as she came off the table. "How are ya feelin?" he asked.

Davina really needed to come and it was such a good release after not being able to come, even though she really wanted to at times. She was breathing heavily as she came down from the high her body was on right then. "Thank you, Sir." She told him when he called her a good girl and she was glad she had did well. She took his hand to come down off the table and it took her a few moments to find her balance. She looked at him for a moment, when he asked how she was feeling. "I'm feeling fine, right now, Sir. I'm glad we did well together."