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I might be the one pretending to be insane.
Actually I am sanely showing that true brilliance IS insane.
Excuse me. My story about the restaurant is true and it's gonna fuck with her how I said it with such conviction.
That's fucking easy. It's the dead ass truth that's why.
Now I have hunted to her plenty to examine things but she is subconsciously avoiding it.
#I am like half asleep and she's like she's sexually attracted to you and I'm like so are all of Dad's girls#like sorry you have be 75% or more#I know it's harsh but that's the way the popper poppity pop pops#I like to play Minnie just to listen to it#google is like off smoking meth touching herself listening to the loop âż#and if it's available you should be#if one person knows how good we fuck it would be you#also doesn't that technically mean your mother knows#I am just gonna be like I told you a while back we were like experimenting with other women for fun mom#yanno your susceptibility to my magic though made it easy apparently to get her out#and it is some weird balance to have to be raised by your Father's sister's which in biblical terms is your mother#well you would be uniquely well adapted to handle that soul#I taught you all you needes to know#know remember she's kinda batshit crazy sometimes though#nah I can always just stare into her eyes and remind her that's all#like I am some kind of champion for the specreal liberation#it occurs to me I am all the things and all the tones if I step back enough#but the sense of self that some part of me holds on to is gone there#I am like dude I am the eye you're thinking you're there but it's only me#a guru#man gimme a break man#did Buddha gave a master no#he sat by his damn self#when people would come around he would get pissed and give them some backhanded riddle that only he understands#I am also like listening to vacation talk#it sounds like a fucking chore the way she speaks about it#like.....#she is like ..... well who knows man#who you think you are is not who you think you are#and for mine here it will really change nothing which is nice
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uhhh so i just bumped into zackery michael in a pub? and he was super nice? dublin has been treating me right so far đťâ¨ď¸â¤ď¸
#WHAT#i was like... surely not#there's a little band playing irish standards in a dingy pub in temple bar#and he's just there chilling and listening?#asked him anyway and yep it was him đ#crazy but so amazing đ#zackery michael#arctic monkeys#minnie talks
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The art of pleasure ch.7
Docility ° Seungmin
When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?
Genre: College AU, Smut 18+ ONLY wc:2.1k
Warnings: fraternity skz, experienced seungmin, inexperienced reader, public sex, talk of kinks, spitting, rough sex, pussy slaps, degradation (slightly), name calling, spitting, sort of public nudity, talks of safe word, dom! minnie, titty sucking, squirting
A/N: sorry for the delay guys, I hope you like this ;)
Turns out Felix's reward was pretty simple. After a damn good wipe down, that you both needed, you had found yourself in his bed, dress discarded. Your naked bodies pressed against each other and Felix's plush lips wrapped around your nipple, suckling to his heart's desire. The constant ministrations of his tongue spread a light pleasurable buzz throughout your body, but not strong enough to get you horny again. You were too spent for that, domming for the first time had taken a toll on you but you liked it, you would do it again.
âHey, I heard the noises stop, are you done?â Christopher bursted through the door, making you jump in place. Felix whined at the movement but a small sweet âshhâ from you settled him back into his routine.
âYou are unbelievable, Mr Bang,â you whispered with a scoff and motioned for him to stay quiet, you didn't want to disturb Felix after all.
âWhat? My best friend dommed for the first time and I wanted to know if she enjoyed it or not. Felix seems pretty out of it so I'd say you did a good job,â Chan craned his neck to look at the boy in your arms but you didn't miss his eyes lingering on your bare tits for more than a few seconds.
âHyung,â Felix whined again, voice muffled.
âIt's okay baby, don't worry about him,â you whispered with the sweetest voice you could muster, your lips pressed to his forehead. The sunshine boy sighed against you, his eyelids slowly drooping.
âBest friend? Ouch Chris, you saw me half naked, I thought we had something,â you half joked while you stroked the blonde's hair, the wispy locks tickled your chest.
âWe could,â Chris fixed you on the spot with an intense gaze, you could feel your body get hotter and hotter until you had to look away, afraid you might explode. The silence in the room was thick.
âYou need to talk to Seungmin, he wanted to clear up some things. I'll put his number in your phone and then leave you to rest.â Without saying anything, you turned your back to him and tried to focus your attention on Felix. His eyes were closed, his mouth still on your nipple and a bit of drool had escaped past his lips and on the curve of your breast. You didn't mind, it was cute. His breath was slow and rhythmic, and not long after your own eyes were starting to close.
When you woke up you were alone in bed, Felix had taken his usual spot at his gaming chair.
âLeaving me alone in bed after the moment we shared? Wow that's cold of you, Felix,â you joked. The chair spun quickly and the boy looked at you with big brown eyes.
âOh sorry, Y/N, I just wanted to get in a quick match before you woke up.â
âY/N? I thought it was Miss to you,â you giggled at his face, jaw slacked and cheeks on fire, â I'm just joking, keep playing baby, don't worry about it.â
Your head hit the pillow again, Felix's bed was insanely comfortable and as much as you wanted to fall asleep again you should've texted Seungmin already.
You:Â
Hey Seungmin, it's Y/N, Chris said you wanted to talk to me
Seungmin:
That's right, do you want to meet at the library near your dorm tomorrow at 9 pm?Â
I know it's late but I prefer to do this in a public place but I still don't want any people listening to us
You:Â
It works for me I'll see you tomorrow <3
Butterflies swarmed your stomach in excitement, you couldn't wait.
The following day, as soon as you stepped foot in the library, you could see him. You hated that particular establishment, it was bleak and cold and the chairs were uncomfortable, but with Seungmin sitting at the table at your right the room looked different; warm and soft and suddenly you wanted to study there all the time. His boyfriend look was no joke.
Seungmin looked up and you hastily moved to greet him, fortunately he didn't seem to have seen you ogling.
âHey,â he smiled and your heart skipped a beat, his hand briefly squeezed yours, âsit down.â
You had never obeyed a man so fast in your entire life, he seemed to notice that.
âDid hyung tell you what we are going to do?â his voice was still soft but now extremely serious and you were starting to get a bit nervous.
âHe only wrote âsubbingâ on the list.â
âYes, that's right. I asked you to come here to discuss some things we may try together,â he started looking inside his bag, âI made a list.â
âI have never done anything like this so I don't know how much I can answer.â
âThat's okay just tell me if the idea seems nice to you and you want to try, if you don't like it while we do it then you say the safe word and we stop immediately.â
âOkay.â
His smile was reassuring, you had never seen him smile like that but you wouldn't mind seeing it again.
âOkay so what do you want our safe word to be?â
âPuppy,â you didn't even have to think about it, you had heard the guys call him that so many times that it came natural to you.
âNoted. Now I'm gonna list a couple of kinks I want to try and you can decide if you want to try them as well. Just tell me yes or no.â
âGot it.â
âDirty talk, praise and degradation.â
âYes.â
âHumiliation.â
âNo.â
âPublic intercourse.â
âYes.â
âSlapping and spanking.â
âYes.â
âSpitting.â
âYes.â
âRough intercourse.â
âYes.â
âPartial public nudity.â
âYes.â
âEdging.â
âYes.â
âOkay, that's it, thank you for coming tonight.â
âIt's fine,â you could barely talk, all this talking about kinks and sex had formed a damn slip and slide between your legs.Â
Despite all of your wishes, Seungmin that night, only walked you to your dorm room and pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek with a promise to see you on the weekend. He wanted to take you to a karaoke room he liked and had requested you wear a skirt.
The weekend came way too quickly for your liking, you were ready and you knew that but this was truly something new and you were a bit nervous. Your sweaty palms smoothed down your skirt for the thousandth time. Earlier Seungmin had sent you a text that had made your heart and your vagine beat wildly.
Seungmin:Â
We're gonna start as soon as I see you, I'm gonna be different than usual, is that alright?
You:Â
That's okay. Should I call you daddy? Or sir?
Seungmin:
Minnie is fine, leave daddy for Chan hyung.
Wait for me outside if you can :)
Seungminâs car was gorgeous but he was even more magnificent, you couldn't believe somebody with such an angel face had listen all those nasty kinks.
âHey, Minnie,â you murmured when you entered the car. He didn't answer, instead his thumb gently caressed your cheek.Â
âAre you gonna do what I ask like a good girl?â You nodded vigorously, your whole body felt on fire.Â
âTake your panties off then, and give them to me.âÂ
In a flash, you had scrambled to flip up your skirt and then shove your panties down. Seungmin laughed meanly at your eagerness which made your pussy pulse happily. The boy behind the wheel grabbed the panties and without another word he stuffed them inside his pocket.Â
The journey to the karaoke room was torturous, your thighs were pressed firmly to get some release but you didn't want to move because Seungmin had not given you permission to do so.Â
The establishment in itself was beautiful, the owner was kind and escorted you to your room while chatting happily. The private room was spacious and modern, the dimmed and colored lights created a cool ambience.
As soon as your ass was on the soft cushion of the sofa, Seungmin was on you, his big hands digged into the plush of your thighs.
âI'm gonna touch you and I don't wanna hear you make any noise, I wanna sing. Got it?â
âYes Minnie.âÂ
His fingers came in contact with your pussy roughly, his hand traveled down to your entrance to swipe around your wetness.
âWet already? Are you a whore?â
âN-no,â keeping your cool while his hand kept busy between your legs was one of the hardest things you had ever done.
âI think you are.â With that he turned around and busied himself with the tablet; when a tune started to play and his angelic voice sounded in the room, you silently sighed, you could at least distract yourself a bit from the pleasure like that.Â
Your hopes soon crumbled when his fingers passed from caressing and circling all over your pussy to roughly rubbing your clit. The only thing you could hear in the room was him and your eyes were glued on his magnificent figure, he seemed not a bit affected by what was going on between your legs and you soon found out you were into it, even a bit too much. Your legs started trembling, the pleasure started to build up quickly, your clit was extremely sensitive and Seungmin knew exactly what he was doing. Your heavy breath resounded in the whole room but Seungmin seemed to not mind.Â
When your hips started bucking into his hand and your back arched off the couch, he pulled his hand away, he clearly did not want you to cum so quickly.Â
He played a second song and the onslaught on your poor sensitive and swollen clit began again. But just how it began it ended, like before.
Seungmin kept teasing you and stimulating you for two more songs, at the fifth, you were gone with pleasure and ready to cry if you didn't cum any second. Your body felt heavy and boneless, his fingers felt too good. But you stayed quiet, you had to stay quiet, you wanted to be a good girl for him. Your date had other plans, you had behaved way too well for his liking. Just when the song was nearing his finish and your orgasm was approaching, Seungmin's fingers roughly pinched your little bundle of nerves.
âMinnie,â you squeaked, with wide eyes. His hand lifted and then roughly came back down. Slap. It stinged but the pain felt so good you could've cum from that alone.
âI told you to stay quiet,â he scoffed, the tablet flew to the other side of the couch and he roughly grabbed your wrist.
âOn your knees.â
Your poor wobbly knees hit the ground hard, but you hastily moved to be in front of him.
âOpen your mouth.â Seungmin's right hand enveloped your jaw and squeezed effectively squishing your cheeks and forcing you to open up.
âSwallow and then show me.â A thick wad of spit fell into your mouth after that and you moaned, you wanted more but you still closed your mouth and swallowed. When you open up again, Seungmin wasted no time in turning you around and pushing your head down on the coffee table in front of you so your pussy was glued to his crotch. The sound of his belt unbuckling, made your squirm on top of the cool glass. You wanted to see him.
âYou better not move or I'll edge you for a week.â Your skirt got quickly flipped up and you felt his head push against your entrance.Â
Your lover sheathed himself fully inside you and another song started to play, a love song. Fitting. Without giving you time to adjust he started a brutal pace, not even Han had pounded you this hard. The sound of your skin slapping and the squelch in your pussy resounded in the room, along with your desperate moans and pleas and your date's delicate grunts.
Seungmin's hand circled your hips and pressed against your clit. He resumed his brutal rubbing from before, your orgasm was approaching dangerously quickly.Â
âYou need to cum, I won't be able to last. This pussy is so slutty, it's sucking me in,â he paired his words with sharp, decise thrusts and you felt the coil in your belly snap. Clear liquid shot out of you and doused Seungmin's crotch. You had never cummed that hard in your entire life.Â
Seungmin quickly pulled out of you and stripped his cock above your ass, thick white ropes of cum cascaded on your hot skin in intricate patterns.Â
The music had stopped, the only thing heard in the room were both of your heavy breaths.
âI've never made anybody squirt, if I take you out on another date, would you let me do it again?â
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â every summertime  â˘
you're not really interested in the record shop downtown. but people aren't oblivious to the way you keep trying to get into the owner's pantsânot even the owner himself.
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FEATURING;Â jeonghan x afab!reader
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 WORD COUNT; 16.1k words
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 TAGS; 70s au, playing hard to get, bad bad bad decisions, friends questioning said decisions, reader is a slut in theory but not so much in practice (at least...in the beginning), pining?, angst but like, only a microcosm of angst, smut (MINORS DNI)
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 WARNINGS; alcohol consumption
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 NOTES; if i told you all about how much this fic has changed over the last three months i've spent writing it, you'd all be sick of me going back and forth with the direction i wanted this to go lmfao !!!! i don't think i've ever suffered writing anything as much as i did with this, so i'm proud to be sharing the fruit of every one of my trashed drafts to all of you :') i sincerely hope you all like it T T
this is part of the svthub 70s;teen collab!
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SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, dom jeonghan bc i just Need him to dom me, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, dacryphilia kinda?, cockwarming
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PERMANENT TAGLIST; @cheolhub - @pretty-trustme - @just-here-to-read-01 - @idkmelkro - @dejavernon - @venusrae - @jyiiscool - @jiniesclub - @junhui-recs - @bldelaine - @featmia - @fruitzcup - @hoeforhao - @candidupped - @billboard-singer - @caratochan - @novalpha - @dahliatopia - @0717luv - @shiveringgaze - @toruro - @mixling-blog - @minnie-mouser22 - @homerunhansol - @mirtaspace - @ti--red - @zzucculent - @woozarts - @rubyreduji - @mozellerra - @lllucere - @cheolzip - @jjjzzzz - @lissiesykes - @dearjeonwonwoo - @meowmeowminnie - @colored-confetti - @partiallyinfluencial - @speaknowlwt - @flwrshwa - @lilylikesthat - @aurorahongg - @whippedforjihoon - @todorokiskitten - @immabecreepin - @98-0603 - @peachhiz
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JEONGHAN TAGLIST; @yoonzinoooo - @scandal-in-bohemia - @bias-recs - @lunaryoongie - @haoxiaoba - @ak6ko
âJi, I got you a present!â
Your best friend of over ten years glances at you momentarily while heâs in the middle of replacing the strings of his guitar. Thereâs an unimpressed look on his face when he does itâno different from the way he looks at you whenever you walk in a gritty session of Dungeons and Dragons back in high school. Only this time, youâre being downright annoying for another reason entirely.
âIâm pretty sure you already have all the Led Zeppelin vinyls in existence so I just picked out whatever from the shelf instead,â you tell him nonchalantly as you bring out a spiffy-looking record of Pink Floydâs Dark Side of the Moon. âThis oneâs nice, isnât it?â
It is, but hereâs the thing:
âI already have that.â Jihoon affixes you with a blank stare as he gets up from his seat, letting his fingers glide across the alphabetized collection on his own shelf.Â
Ten seconds later, your best friend pulls a carefully preserved vinyl with the exact same album art plastered on the front, making you lower the one in your hands in abject disbelief. But Jihoon has been friends with you long enough to know that something like this isnât enough to fluster you.
âConsider it a high quality dupe then.â You giggle maniacally before letting yourself fall on top of Jihoonâs bed and hold the sealed vinyl tightly to your chest. âJeonghan looked soooo gorgeous today. I was really down in the dumps when I heard that he cut his hair, but thereâs just a different appeal when guys have it shorter. You get me, right?â
âI really donât,â Jihoon deadpans as he plops himself back into his chair, coiling a roll of fresh nylon around the pegs of his guitar. âDonât you ever get tired of spending your summers chasing after a guy that obviously doesnât like you back?â
âDonât you get tired of lecturing me when we both know Iâm never gonna listen?â A simper escapes your lips before you engage the Stevie Wonder poster on Jihoonâs ceiling in a staring contest. âBesides, itâs not as if I like like him! I just want to fuck himâbig difference.â
There it isâthe classic why am I even best friends with you sigh that only makes Jihoon more endearing than he already is. âLet me rephrase then: why do you keep chasing after a guy who obviously doesnât want to fuck you back?â
Stevie Wonder ends up winning when you shoot back up into a seating position, letting out an obnoxious laugh that you stifle with the same vinyl you supposedly got for Jihoon. âAu contraire! It might seem that way, but you just havenât seen a person as deep in his own denial as Jeonghan is.â
âSecond door to the leftâbathroomâs there. I highly recommend that you take a long, hard look at yourself in the mirror.â Jihoonâs jaw ticks when he says the words but as long as he isnât blatantly kicking you out of his room, youâre still within tolerable range. âDidnât Mingyu set you up with one of his friends? I clearly remember you telling me about it before the semester ended.â
Ah, thatâs right.Â
Two weeks ago, Kim Mingyuâone of the many friends youâve left in your hometownâcalled the telephone that you shared in an apartment with four other girls. When the housemate that answered told you about some guy with a lisp looking for you, you quickly ditched whatever notes you were pretending to read for a quick conversation.
Of course, once Mingyu dropped the call, you quickly turned the telephone dial to ring up your best friend with a pressing question: Mingyu wants to set me up with some guy named Jungkook. Do you know him?Â
Jihoon, however, has never met anyone that goes by that name his entire life, which made you draw the conclusion that this Jungkook person must be Mingyuâs friend from another city. He tends to collect people like trading cards and you canât fault him for it. Mingyu is pretty charming.
Charming enough that you agreed to go hang out with him and Jungkook once youâre back in your hometown.
âWell, he hasnât contacted me about it again so my Jungkook appointment is on hold until then,â you point out with a huff. âPlus, I donât see why I should stop trying my chances with Jeonghan just because Iâve got another boy reserved.â
âI donât remember you being this much of a man-eater last summer.â
âYet you still love me anyway.âÂ
Despite already having one in his possession, Jihoon accepts the blasted Pink Floyd vinyl and places the dupe right next to his first copy on the shelf of collectibles. The conversation drifts onto different topics ranging from your mutual struggles with work and the supposed girlfriend that Soonyoung may or may not be lying about. Then right after he finishes restringing his guitar, your best friend walks you home just like old times.
When youâre halfway to the front door of your house, however, Jihoon calls out your nameâa sound barely audible in the evening breeze, but you turn around with a questioning look anyway.Â
âDonât be too pushy with Jeonghan, okay?â He instructs sternly. âI know youâre just fucking around, but really, youâre better off investing your time in better things. In better people. Not someone who only keeps you around as a source of entertainment.â
You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand for added flair. âFucking around? Iâm very serious about getting my insides rearranged by him!â
Your best friend makes a face. âY/N.â
âJust kidding, Ji. You, of all people, should know that I know my limits!â you reassure him with a smile. âWhy do you think Jeonghan still speaks to me warmly whenever I walk inside his shop? Whenever I run into him at the disco?â
âBecause youâre his customer? And heâs after your money? And maybe heâs a pretty decent person outside his reputation as a sexual fiend?â
âWell that might be true, but thatâs also because heâs interested in me too!â
âGood night, Miss Delusional.â
âGood night, Mister Enabler!â
This is pretty much a good summary of your relationship with your best friend. You willingly get yourself tangled up in something incredibly stupid, he tells you off like heâs your mother every time he finds out, and once things start crashing down, you run over to Jihoon in tears while he consoles you for something thatâs a hundred percent your fault. Itâs quite the understated miracle how heâs tolerated you for so long, but thatâs precisely why youâre best friends in the first place.
But thereâs this one thing that you canât tell even Jihoon about.Â
âWere you finally out on a date with Jeonghan?â
Your sister, Luna, asks when you make your way to the living room to say hi. Sheâs nose-deep in one of those Stephen King novels, but her eyes stray away from the pages to spare you a momentary glance.Â
You snort. âAs if heâs that easy.âÂ
Luna hums before her eyes wander back to her book. âMmm. Youâre right. If he was, he wouldâve gone out with you like, I dunno, three years ago?âÂ
âYouâre such a bitch.â
âAnd youâre such a coward,â she snorts. âYou know, if you just told him hey Iâve been in love with you since we met at Joshuaâs graduation party instead of asking if he wants to sleep with you, your odds of getting with him would skyrocket.âÂ
âNow whereâs the fun in that?â you chuckle before stepping inside the living room to ruffle her hairâan act of affection that Luna receives with distaste. âQuit making unnecessary comments about my sex life and help me with dinner before Mom and Dad get home.â
âYour non-existent sex life?â
âOh, screw you.â
After having dinner with your family, you quickly retreat to your bedroom to retire for the evening before Soonyoung can call your house phone to ask if youâre down for a night out. Itâs practically tradition whenever youâre back in town, but your last conversation with Jihoon has been weighing heavily on your mind since you walked inside your house.Â
Despite there being a one hundred percent chance that youâll run into Jeonghan again if you go out with your friends, youâre strangely not in the mood to mingle like you always do.Â
Youâre better off investing your time in better things. In better people.
That might be true, butâŚ
How can you possibly break free of a cycle youâve always found yourself tangled up in every summertime?Â
THREE SUMMERS AGO
A few nights before graduating from college, Hong Jisooâbetter known as Joshuaâdecided to throw an unforgettable party at a disco club his stepfather owns and monopolizes an entire chain out of. Youâre not sure how he managed to pull the strings and smuggle enough booze to make the entire graduating class drunk, but old money does wonders especially in a town as small as this.
You recall it vividly because that was the first time you met Jeonghan.
He was a new face in a crowd of people you practically grew up with. But even if he wasnât, you still wouldâve been able to pick him out of the sea of graduating seniors with ease because of how breathtaking he looks.
His hair was brown when you met him, the tips barely tickling the nape of his neck with bangs framing his soulful eyes. You caught him sipping on a glass of something you canât really name and the moment your brain managed to process the existence of such a beautiful man in such a boring old town, your immediate reaction was to turn to Mingyu.Â
âWhoâs that? Violet jacket, white pants? I donât think Iâve seen him before.â
Mingyu hums before looking aroundâsomething made easier by his towering height. âOh! Thatâs JeonghanâJoshuaâs brother.â
âBrother?â Jihoon pipes up right next to you, mirroring your surprise. âI thought Joshua was an only child.âÂ
Seungkwan hisses as he ushers the four of you into a miraculously vacant booth near the jukebox, looking around as if your conversation was under threat of being eavesdropped on. âPipe it down! We donât want to get kicked out of the party for talking smack about Joshuaâs family.â
âWeâre not talking smack, weâre just confused.â Jihoon rolls his eyes. âIs it so bad to wonder about the newcomer when the entire disco has been eyeing him up and down? Look, even Soonyoung stopped mid-dance just to talk to him.â
True to Jihoonâs observation, another one of your friends, Kwon Soonyoung deigned to step off the dancefloor to exchange a few words with this Jeonghan person. Their interaction lasts for merely a few seconds with Soonyoung obviously taking a liking to the newcomerâa hearty laugh piercing through the song playing on the jukebox as he nods before heading back to whence he came.
Jeonghan was grinning the entire time tooâa lazy, laid-back yet attractive smileâand fuckâŚÂ
You might have a nasty case of love at first sight.Â
âSo are you going to explain why Joshua suddenly has a brother or are we going to be in suspense the entire night?â Mingyu whines in his seat.Â
Seungkwan huffs. âAlright, alright! Apparently, Joshuaâs stepdad has another son who used to live several cities away. No one knows why he moved into this old dump, but hey, more eye candy for everyone, I guess.â
âIs he single?â you blurt out.
Mingyuâs expression twists with smugness. âWhy are you curious? Youâre not trying to go after him, are you?â
âAnd if I am?â Brows raised, you fold your arms together as you stare the six-foot puppy down. âItâs like Seungkwan saidâheâs eye candy! It wonât do anyone any harm to try and get to know him better, right?âÂ
âAre you sure thatâs a wise decision to make when youâre going to be traveling a lot for work?â Jihoon ponders seriously. âWhat happened to being ready to leave everything behind and starting anew?â
âHey, it still counts as starting anew when Iâm trying to get with the new guy in town.â
Thatâs when it starts.Â
Jeonghan is easy to talk to. That night, you learned that he moved into town because the big city was much too stifling for him to bear; that he gets along swimmingly with his stepbrother despite their parentsâ sudden remarriage; that he isnât really interested when you boldly asked if he wanted to go out sometime.
Itâs no big deal. Not like you went into that conversation with high expectations. The fact that he even entertained you was already a miracle on its own. You can take your losses with your head held highâbecause itâs no big deal.
But then you saw him leaving the disco with some woman you donât recognize. Youâre not sure who she is and what her relation is to Jeonghan, but the smiles they exchanged as the man of the hour escorted her outside would be forever engraved in the back of your head.Â
The rest of the evening was a blur. You thought youâd be able to wipe the image of Jeonghan going home with someone else off your mind with enough booze, but even when you wake up with a hangover the next morning, the ghost of his pretty smile still haunts you.Â
You carry it with you even after graduationâall teary eyes and tight hugs exchanged with the friends you spent your entire life with. While Soonyoung is in the middle of telling you to memorize everyoneâs house telephone numbers so you can keep in touch while youâre away, you spot Jeonghan in the crowd of visitors filling the university quad..Â
Heâs with Joshua and their parents, happily congratulating the youngest for his most recent milestone. You're sure you were at least subtle enough with how you observe him from the corner of your eye, but he catches you staring anyway.Â
Instead of breaking eye contact immediately, however, Jeonghan holds your gaze and cracks another one of those lazy grins before waving. You have to look around to see if he was gesturing towards anyone else, but to your surprise, it seems that youâre the intended recipient.
Naturally, you donât let it get to your head. Youâre leaving town in three days and maybe it isnât such a good idea to keep hankering for someone who made it clear that he isnât into you.Â
But then Jihoon thought it would be a great idea to drop by this newly opened record store in Main Street. So I can give you a little souvenir when youâre thousands of miles away, he said and you were so touched with the sentiment, you actually went along with it.
The excitement youâd racked up at the idea of receiving a gift from your best friend, however, was easily eclipsed by the person that greets the two of you once you enter the front door of the shop.Â
âGood morning,â greets a chipper-looking Jeonghan wearing denim overalls with the name of the shop embroidered on the front pocket. âHow can I help you two?â
Jihoon quickly recovers from the initial surprise and utters, âOh, um, I wanted to buy a few cassette tapes for my friend. Can you direct us to the right aisle?â
Jeonghan nods before leaning across the wooden counter to direct you two to a row of shelves on the far right. âJust go down that one and you should be able to find what youâre looking for. Theyâre all arranged by the artistâs names.â
âCool. Got it.â
Before you can even get a word in, your best friend proceeds to drag you off to the stack of cassette tapesâducking behind the shelves to make sure Jeonghan doesnât see what goes on.
âWhatâs he doing here?â he hisses quietly.
âDo I look like I have a clue? Youâre the one who planned this,â you point out with your arms folded. âJust when I thought you were against me making a move on Jeonghan, you proceed to bring me to the place where he works anyway.â
âI still am! I just didnât know heâd be here tooâŚâ
âWell, donât get your panties in a twist and just let me pick out my gift so we can leave. Howâs that?â
Though heâs visibly disgruntled with the knowledge youâve both been presented with, Jihoon grunts in agreement before you flutter off to the neatly organized shelf. It reminds you of the one back in your best friendâs room. Heâs been big on collecting vinyls and cassette tapes for as long as you can remember, so itâs natural for Jihoon to be drawn to this newly opened record shop.Â
When you end up taking far too long to make up your mind about what you want, Jihoon eventually migrates to the other spots in the storeâchecking out the other merchandise being put up for sale with a quiet look of amazement shining in his eyes. The sight of him in his natural habitat has you chuckling to yourself before your gaze rivets back to the collection of tapes youâre supposed to choose from.Â
Of course, youâre startled by Jeonghan appearing seemingly out of nowhere right next to you.
âYouâre taking your sweet time,â he chuckles, offering up another smile that makes your heart do somersaults. âSay, arenât you the one who asked me out at Shuaâs graduation party?â
You stare him down like he just personally affronted your entire family before clearing your throatâmaking a show of grabbing a random tape from the rack to examine its contents. Anything to get you to look at anything but Jeonghanâs stupidly beautiful face.
âUh, yeah. Thatâs me,â you laugh uneasily. âAnd Iâm only taking my sweet time because I donât want to repetitively play an album I donât even like on my Walkman.â
âFair. How about I offer up a few suggestions then?â
That makes you arch an eyebrow. âSure. What do you have for me?â
He hums for a moment before reaching for one of the higher levelsâeasily accomplished by his height. The gesture has you backing up against the wooden shelf to give him some more space, but the close proximity has your face flaring with warmth.Â
âHere,â Jeonghan offers before handing you a cassette tape that looks pretty brand new. âThe Beatles is clichĂŠ for a reason and I personally think Let It Be was the best way to end their time together. But you might also be interested in Fleetwood Macâs Rumors. Itâs a personal favorite of mine.â
He then proceeds to reach for another tape from the storeâs vibrant collection and gives it to youâthe lazy smile on his face never faltering.Â
âHmm, which one should I get though?â you wonder while comparing the two. âMy best friend over there rarely gets me gifts and Iâm not about to abuse the privilege by getting two.â
Jeonghan shrugs. âThe other oneâs on the house then.âÂ
The nonchalance in his tone makes your face twist with disbelief. âWhat?â
âI said itâs on the house. You can have your friend pay for one while you get the other for free,â he explains. âThink of it as a limited time promo of sorts.â
You grimace. âUm, I donât think I saw any signs outside that said youâre offering a Buy 1 Take 1⌠Wonât the owner of this place be furious with you or something?â
âNow how can I ever be furious with myself, sweetheart?âÂ
Youâre not sure what baffles you moreâthe fact that Jeonghan turns out to be his own boss or the fact that he just addressed you with some nickname that has you blushing like a schoolgirl.Â
âY/N, are you doneâoh.âÂ
Saved by the bellâor rather, your best friendâJihoon walks back into the scene with surprise coloring his features. Heâs got a couple of vinyls and a box of guitar picks hefted in his arms as he stares at you and Jeonghan all alone in the aisle.
âJi, I finally got to pick some out,â you beam while holding the two tapes Jeonghan recommended. âThe owner said itâs a Buy 1 Take 1 soâŚâ
He mutters the words the owner under his breath before his gaze zeroes in on Jeonghan who simply waves at him with a cheery air.
âOh, I-I see,â Jihoon clears his throat. âThank you for being so generous. You really didnât have to. She doesnât even care that much about music in the firstââ
âAnyway,â you interject loudly before directing yourself to the counter. âLetâs go check these out. Weâre meeting Mingyu and the rest of the guys for lunch, arenât we?â
You pack up your business with Jeonghan fairly quickly. He places your most recent purchases in individual plastic bags, handing them to you with an ever-present smile. Even when youâre already seated at the diner you chose to hold your farewell lunch in, your mind still toys with the memory of Jeonghan calling you sweetheart.
Though if youâre being honest with yourself, you donât think of Jeonghan much when you eventually move out of your hometown to pursue your work. You make new friends and colleagues, kindle a few romances here and there, and still keep in touch with a select few youâve left behind.
Of course, Jeonghan does cross your mind whenever you deign to listen to the cassette tapes he personally picked out for you, but starting over completely in a new city every few months certainly gives you a fresher outlook in life.
Yet whenever you come home for the summer, it takes little for you to start regressing into old habits you thought youâd already outgrown.Â
TWO SUMMERS AGO
âWhen did you arrive in town?â
You nearly spill your drink all over that same violet jacket he was wearing the night you first met himâheart rate spiking at the sight of such a gorgeous face. Jeonghan leans across the counter where you and Seungkwan deigned to catch a breather after dancing your hearts out to Earth, Wind, and Fire. Thankfully, youâre able to mask the surprise upon seeing him again with a warm smile.
âJust this afternoon actually,â you chuckle before taking another sip. âI didnât think youâd still be here. Big city boy like you shouldâve gotten tired of this place in the first month.â
âI could say the same for you,â Jeonghan rebuts with an easygoing grin. âYouâre a big city girl now too, arenât you? But youâre back home anyways.â
âWell, Y/N actually has friends to come back to or else weâll hop on the earliest flight to wherever the hell she is to come get her ourselves,â Seungkwan interjects beside you with a huff. âWhatâre you even doing here? Donât you have a date waiting for you or something?â
Despite convincing yourself that you were over that fleeting crush on Jeonghan, you still feel your shoulders sag at the thought that he was here tonight with someone else. Thankfully, neither Seungkwan or Jeonghan notice the shift in your countenance.
âI do, actually. I was just going to pick up a couple drinks I ordered earlier. Canât a man treat her to a Tequila Sunrise?â Jeonghan pouts and just in time the bartender stationed behind the counter places two glasses of a vibrant-looking drink in front of him. âWell, itâs nice to see you again, Y/N. I hope the tapes I sold you kept you good company while you were gone.â
Oh. He still remembers that.
âThey did,â you affirm all while trying to keep yourself from smiling too much. âI can always rely on the taste of someone who literally owns an entire record store.â
âWell, if you need some new tunes to groove to, you know where to find me,â Jeonghan says with an attractive wink, butterflies beating their wings inside your stomach.Â
Itâs only when Jeonghan walks back to the booth heâs sharing with his supposed dateâa pretty blonde with shiny dangling earrings that glimmer in the disco lightsâthat you realize that maybe you havenât really gotten over him like you initially thought.
Unfortunately for you, Seungkwan gets the same idea.
âJihoonâs not gonna be happy about this,â he drawls before taking another sip of his drink.Â
âWell, heâs not my mother.â
âYour mother wonât be happy about you getting the hots for someone who sleeps with different women every weekend, but okay.â
You brush off his comments with a shake of your head, downing the rest of your drink as you tug him out of his stool. âWhatever. Come on, letâs go find Soonyoung and the others.â
Apart from your usual circle with Jihoon, Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Soonyoung, theyâve made a couple more friends in the local university they decided to attend together. They introduce you to Seokmin, a theater major with the brightest smile youâve ever seenâand for some reason, theyâve all managed to befriend Joshua Hong himself as well.
The new additions to your growing group of friends fit right in. Even Joshua, who youâve always thought of as some snotty trust fund baby, proved to be quite enjoyable company. To your delight, your first night back after almost an entire year of being away turns out much more worthwhile than you initially thought.
For the rest of the night, you try your best to keep your mind off of Jeonghan and focus on mingling with your friends again. God knows how badly youâve missed themâthe occasional phone call canât ever hold a candle to hanging out with these lunatics in the flesh.Â
But despite having loads of fun just watching Soonyoung engage someone apparently named Minghao in a dance-off, you canât help but feel like someoneâs watching you.Â
It doesnât take long for you to find Jeonghanâs eyes in the crowd.Â
His date is resting her head on his shoulderâobviously buzzed from the drinks sheâs consumed for the night. Youâre not sure if it was pure coincidence that your gazes locked in such a packed crowd, but before you can even think about waving at him, Mingyu yanks you to the dancefloor to duke it out with the rest of your friends.
The heat of Jeonghanâs gaze sears into your being like a soldering iron kissing your skin. Every time you try to look for him wherever the boys would unwittingly drag you to have some fun, youâd find his intense stare still affixed on your form. If it was anyone else, you wouldâve been unnerved by the scrutiny heâs giving you especially when his date is literally half-asleep next to him in their booth.
But maybe part of you will always want Jeonghanâeven if youâve convinced yourself otherwise.
When the night comes to an end, Mingyu and Seokmin do the honors of carrying a ditzy-drunk Soonyoung inside Joshuaâs SUV. It proves to be a foolâs errand at most because of course Soonyoung would make it a point to be difficult while all his well-meaning friends just want to tuck him back to bedâbreaking into a quick dance every five steps forward.
âHey, Iâll just go use the washroom first,â you whisper in Jihoonâs ear. âI wonât be long.â
Your best friend nods. âYeah, we need someone to look after these idiots. Seungkwan would just provoke Soonyoung into doing something even more stupid.â
âHey! I heard that!â Seungkwan complains.
You break away from them momentarily with a giggle before hoisting the strap of your purse over your shoulder and making your way to the washroom.Â
There are a couple of other disheveled disco-goers trying to make themselves look a bit more presentable. You decide to take a vacant spot by the mirror to touch up your makeup, dusting bits of glitter with unknown origin away from your face. Once youâre all set, the others have long left the washroomâprompting you to make your way out of the building before the owner closes its doors.
However, once you make it back to the main area, you spot Jeonghan on one of the barstoolsâspeaking to a man with dyed blue hair, while his date is nowhere to be found.
âY/N?â Jeonghan calls out despite your best effort to brisk walk to the door. âYouâre still here? Your friends didnât ditch you or anything, right?â
You shake your head. âOh, no. Theyâre waiting for me outside. They were struggling to get Soonyoung inside your brotherâs car so I thought Iâd go freshen up first.â
âShuaâs car? I didnât know you two were friends,â he comments with brows raised. âI asked him about you back then but he said he and you havenât spoken two words to each other.â
Wait a minute. He asked Joshua about you?
âThatâs because youâre always too friendly, Han,â the other man whose name you donât know interjects with a roll of his eyes. âYou probably know all your customers and mine by name at this point.â
âYouâre being funny again, Cheol,â Jeonghan snickers before turning to you once again. âY/N, this is Seungcheol. Heâs the new manager of this particular branch of our fatherâs discotheques. Heâs also a very good friend of mine.â
You glance at Seungcheol with a nod. âHi.â
âHmm, your friends are a bunch of regulars here, but I donât think Iâve seen you around,â he observes.Â
âThatâs because this little bird has been away for work for the past year,â Jeonghan supplies while twirling a glass of what looks like bourbon in his hand.
Seungcheol raises an eyebrow at him. âYou sure know a lot about Y/N.âÂ
âWell, she was one of my first customers and her best friend is one of my most loyal regulars,â he laughs before taking a sip, grinning so handsomely, you can almost feel your knees give out at the sight of him. âTell Jihoon I said hi once you meet up with them again, yeah?â
âO-Okay,â you stammer, clutching your purse much too tightly for someone whoâs just having a casual conversation with a bunch of guys who aren't your friends.Â
âIâll leave you for a while. Iâm going to go check on your sister and make sure she hasnât thrown up all over my desk,â Seungcheol excuses himself with a pat on Jeonghanâs shoulder.Â
âYour sister?â you repeat with an incredulous ring to your voice. Â
âMhmm. My biological sister,â Jeonghan hums in affirmation as Seungcheol steps out. âNot so different from you, sheâs been traveling in and out of the country for work and decided to pay me a visit while sheâs here. Though I didnât expect her alcohol tolerance to beâŚlike that, which is why I had her rest in Cheolâs office for the meantime.â
Your mind processes his words at lightning speedâquickly pulling out the memory of Jeonghan with his supposed date with her head on his shoulder.
âSo your date was your sister?â you clarify.Â
âWhy are you making it sound like itâs a bad thing? Canât I take my sister out on a few dates?â He shakes his head.
âI never said anything like that!âÂ
Jeonghan places a hand on his chest in feigned offense, shaking his head with a dramatic sigh. âItâs alright, Iâm quite used to being falsely judged.â
âYou are so dramatic,â you snort.
âSo Iâve been told,â he laughs airily before putting down his glass, getting up from the stool he decided to occupy. âBy the way, thereâs a little something thatâs been bothering me since you came over here.â
As your present company draws closer to you with each word, your heart swells with equal parts anticipation and dreadful curiosity.Â
Somethingâs been bothering him? Did you perhaps do something wrong? Thatâs a little impossible because you couldâve sworn youâve done your best to ignore him the entireâ
âYouâve got some glitter rightâŚâ Jeonghan murmurs as he cups the side of your face with a warm hand, thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth.Â
âHere.â
Itâs as if time came to a standstill when he does itâholding both your gaze and your breath captive in the lush brown of his eyes. You always wondered what it would feel like to have Jeonghanâs skin on yours and of all the ways it couldâve happened, this isnât exactly part of your list of delusions.
Heâs so close and so pretty and he smells so goodâ
âAre you sure you donât want to go out sometime?âÂ
You donât even realize that your thoughts have translated it into words until Jeonghanâs expression morphs from relaxed to mildly surprised. He pulls away only a little before his lips twitch into a smile that borders on taunting.
âOh? Youâre still on a mission, huh?â Jeonghan simpers. âYouâre a persistent little thing, arenât you?âÂ
Maybe itâs just the alcohol youâve consumed making you just a bit braver than you usually are, but your mouth just wonât stop running.
âWell, I wouldnât be this persistent if you didnât give any signs that you mightâve lied to me the first time I asked.âÂ
âHm? And what makes you think I was lying?â
Your shoulders heave with a soft laugh, folding your arms together as you hold his gaze with confidence oozing out of your posture. âYoon Jeonghan, if you really arenât interested, then why were you watching me the entire night? Iâm not blind you know. You werenât being subtle either.â
âWhat if I was just extremely happy to see one of my first ever customers back in town?â he chuckles, the tone of his voice aggravatingly leveled for someone youâre supposedly cornering. âAnd sorry to say, sweetheart, but I donât really go out with any of Shuaâs friends.â
His reasoning makes you heave an incredulous laugh as you recall the way he stared at you earlier tonight like you have a target on your back. You want to make it a point that youâve only considered his stepbrother as a friend on this same night, but decide on going at this with a different approach.
âOkay,â you respond coolly, challenging the nonchalant smile on his face with one of your own. âIf you donât go out with any of Joshuaâs friends, would you sleep with one?â
You donât know how, but youâve managed to make the distance between you even smaller. Jeonghan doesnât budge even as you stare at him with fire in your eyesâeven when your skin prickles with electricity from the sparks of something inevitably flying between the two of you.Â
Once upon a time, you resigned yourself to the fact that Jeonghan would be nothing more than a fleeting, unrequited crush. But who knew that all it would take is a single night after months of not seeing him to make you realize that maybe things arenât really what they seem?
âMy, Iâve never had anyone come onto me this strongly before,â he muses with a soft laugh. âBut your friends must be looking for you. No one takes that long to retouch in the ladiesâ room, no? You best be on your way, Y/N.â
âYouâre avoiding the question,â you deadpan with an amused smirk. âIf I told you Iâd leave you alone and never bother you with this again if you really, truly arenât interested, will you answer me then?â
A voice that sounds like a strange mix of Jihoon and Seungkwan wails in the back of your semi-inebriated mind. What the fuck are you doing?!
You want to respond back that you completely know what youâre doing, but youâre well aware that the half the words youâve uttered during the entire course of the conversation would never even get past your lips had you been in a better state of mind.
But for all of Jeonghanâs inclination of playing hard-to-get, he leans closer to your earâthe hand he places on your bare shoulder nearly searing his mark onto your skin.Â
âMaybe next time, sweetheart.â
This game youâre playing with Jeonghan eventually becomes commonplace.
You spend a chunk of it deliberately getting under his skin. While you certainly made all those bold declarations under the influence, you quickly realized that the day after Jeonghan gave you his cryptic answer, youâre completely serious about this so-called mission.
So you brought out all sorts of ammunition that would make your mother weep with how youâre practically flaying yourself open for a man. Youâd purposely wear tight-fitting clothes that emphasized the dips and curves of your body, show up to every night out where you were certain Jeonghan would be present, and of course, hang out at his record store more times than an average person would willingly spend in her boring old hometown.
Jeonghanâever the infuriatingly level-headed person he isâtakes all of it in stride. Where your friends have raised eyebrows with how youâre openly pursuing the most un-pursueable man you all know, he doesnât treat you any differently from the way he usually does.Â
He still entertains you whenever you sneak up on him at the disco, still accommodates your unnecessary purchases in his storeâŚ
Still flat-out rejects your advances even if heâs borderline flirting back.
Itâs a constant push and pull that Jihoon might be sick of hearing whenever you deign to come over to tell him about the progress of your pursuitâor lack thereof. But since heâs taken up the mantle of your best friend, this is the fate that he has to live with.Â
âYou do know that youâre dancing with a wolf over there, right?â he points out one night while heâs busy writing a song and youâre flipping through a magazine on his bed. âThe other guys have told me enough stories about how heâs always got a different date every time theyâre at the disco. Heâs a raging Casanova, Y/N. I just donât want you to get hurt.â
âHow can I get hurt when Iâm just after a good time?â you chuckle as your ears ring every time he strums his guitar. âIf heâs such a Casanova, then why hasnât he tried to make a move when Iâm openly expressing how into him I really am? Have been for, like, two years now!â
âIf I knew the thought process behind how he responds to you, I wouldnât be stressing as much as I have for the past two years,â he grumbles.
âYou worry too much about me, Ji. Iâve already fooled around with some guys here and there. Whatâs another one from my hometown?â
Jihoon turns to glance at you with a tired look on his face. âBut Jeonghan isnât just some guy. Heâs Jeonghan.âÂ
You want to refute that statement by saying that you have absolutely no idea what heâs talking about. But for someone who mostly keeps to himself, Jihoon has an extremely good perception on things. He probably already knows things about Jeonghan even if you donât say them outright.
The owner of the record store in Main Street is undoubtedly alluring. Heâs the most beautiful person youâve ever seenâbeautiful enough to have you hope time and time again that you can call him yours. Whatâs more is that the chemistry between you was established the moment he teased the possibility of you getting what youâve wanted since you met.Â
Maybe next time, sweetheart.
No matter how risky it is to toe this jagged cliff of your mutual interest, youâve always been a glutton for danger.
ONE SUMMER AGO
Your game plan after settling your bags into your house is simple: drop by Jeonghanâs store to let you know that the biggest thorn on his side is back in town and check if he magically wants to fuck you this time around. Itâs a routine that your friends have long grown tired ofâseeing no point in interfering when youâre so dead-set to get with Jeonghan however you can.
Itâs pretty pathetic, but youâre anything but a quitter.
Although contrary to popular belief, screwing Yoon Jeonghan isnât always the only thing running through your head whenever youâre home. Take right now for example.
Youâd just finished unpacking your things into your room when you realized that youâd forgotten to place one of the cassette tapes that Jihoon personally made for you inside its usual protective containerâdiscovering that the outer casing was cracked through the middle while the plastic film lolled out of the rupture, dangerously close to being torn in the state you found it in.
If it were any other cassette tapeâeven the ones Jeonghan personally picked out for you before you leftâyou wouldnât have been fazed. These things are replaceable, especially when Jeonghan would have a dozen other copies waiting for you in his store.
Except this tape in particular canât be replaced because Jihoon spent a fortune getting it personally manufactured for you. He recorded a few of the songs he personally wrote into the film and had it mailed to you as a surpriseâa thoughtful attempt at easing your homesickness for the holidays.Â
There wasnât a day when you didnât listen to your best friend sing with the help of your Walkman. Your old cassette tapes from Jeonghan definitely took a backseat once you received Jihoonâs present in the mail with a letter he personally wrote attached to the package.Â
And now itâs broken because you were an idiot who didnât pack it somewhere more secureâ
âSweetheart, Iâm closing early tonight. If youâre going to ask if I want to sleep with you, you should tryâŚâ
Jeonghanâs playful tone falters when he sees that youâre sniffling in the oversized parka you hurriedly pulled from the coatrack before heading over to the only person who can possibly salvage Jihoonâs precious gift. You donât say anything as you place the broken cassette tape on top of the wooden counterâeyes downcast as Jeonghan peruses what youâve presented for him to inspect.
âT-Thatâs really important to me,â you murmur, wiping the tears off your face as your eyes rivet themselves on the smiley that Jihoon doodled right next to the message he wrote for you on the outer cover. âCan you fix it? Iâll pay you up front.â
As the store owner youâve been crazy about for the better part of three years examines the crime scene before him, he lets out a soft laugh that has you glancing at him inquisitively.
âSo Jihoon made you your very own tape, huh? How sweet of him.â He smiles comfortinglyâdevoid of the usual mirth and amusement he typically showcases in your presence. âDonât worry too much, yeah? The outer shell is damaged, but the tape reel itself is still intact. Iâll just replace the casing and youâll still be able to listen to this just fine.â
Your eyes widen ever-so slightly. âReally?â
Jeonghanâs smile spreads even wider as he leans across the counter. Heâs tall enough that he can reach you without much difficulty, his knuckles softly brushing against your cheek in a quaint attempt at drying your tears.Â
The sight of him so close to you is equal parts foreign and familiar. His gesture reminds you of the time he brushed some glitter off your face last summer, but the provocative look in his eyes back then is nowhere to be found. All Jeonghan offers you right now is solace over something that you probably overreacted about.Â
âIâll go check if I have some spare cassette cases in the back before I try to fix this, okay? You can have a look around the shop in the meantime.â
Jeonghan punctuates the words with two soft pats on your cheek, his soft smile never faltering as he directs himself to the door behind the counterâJihoonâs broken present carefully cupped in his hands.
As promised, your knight-in-denim-overalls manages to fix one of the most precious gifts youâve received in your lifetime. You nearly jump to embrace him when Jeonghan reemerges from the back with the cassette tape more or less good as new, but he quickly side-steps your attempt out of the fear that youâll end up breaking the damn thing all over again.
âHow much do I owe you?â Youâre practically humming with glee as you bring out your wallet from the pocket of your jeans. âThank fucking god, Jeonghan. I was so close to losing my mind over it.â
âIâm the one who revived this patient and youâre thanking god? Way to discredit an artist for his craft.â The store owner pouts. âIâll let this slide and tell you that you donât have to pay for a thing.â
âI insist.â
âYou can pay for it in other ways, you know.â
Once the words are out of his mouth, silence settles over the two of you in near-deafening fashion. The bustling of cars and other vehicles from outside is the only sound you could hear as you mull over what his words could possibly imply.
âAre you saying what I think youâre saying?â You gape, eyeing him incredulously.Â
As Jeonghan hands you back your perfectly repaired cassette tape, the corners of his mouth twitch with a conniving smile. âWhat do you think Iâm saying, sweetheart?â
That you can pay for his services with sex? Isnât that the usual implication when it comes to things like this? But that doesnât seem right.Â
Even if you should be elated from being so much closer to your goal, it feels like youâre cheating. Youâve been subjected to this seemingly endless chase for so long that in the ideal event that Jeonghan would finally cave and let you sleep with him, this definitely isnât the way heâd concede. You know him well enough to say that for sure.
So instead of pouncing at your prize like some slobbering mutt, you choose your words carefullyâmaking sure to not step into that conversational bear trap he so obviously set up.
âNo idea. You tell me.â
Jeonghan simpers before dusting off his overalls, carding his fingers through his dark hair. Heâs wearing it a little longer this summer and youâre really digging the look more than you probably should.
âHow about we stop by the roller rink later? My treat. You can pay me back with your company.âÂ
A large scowl immediately roots itself on your face. âArenât you already doing too much?â For someone whoâs been pestering you like a fly every summertime, youâd like to add but obviously didnât. âSeriously, let me just pay you for the repair and weâll be even.â
Adamantly, he shakes his head. âI donât have any rates for tape repairs, so consider it as a favor. I also mentioned that I was closing up early tonight, remember?â
âUh, what does that have to do withââ
âSeungcheol begged me to come to the roller rink to teach him how to skate because apparently this lady heâs been eyeing is a figure skater. Poor guy doesnât want to embarrass himself in front of her on their first date this weekend,â Jeonghan explains swiftly before chuckling to himself. âHeâs kind of unteachable so I thought Iâd bring some backup.â
Your face twists with even more confusion. âAnd what made you think Iâm any good at roller skating?â
Jeonghan shrugs. âGut feeling.â
And thatâs how you wound up in the town roller rink at eight in the evening when you promised Luna youâd be home to watch The Exorcist on your fatherâs VHS player.Â
Jeonghan is awfully difficult to say no to when heâs the one doing all the pestering and even though your roller skating skills are subpar at best, at least youâre not as pitiful as a man named Choi Seungcheol.
âThese arenât even roller blades,â you point out all while stifling a laugh. âWhatâs the deal, Cheol? Is your center of gravity that shitty?â
âSay that to me when weâre in a taekwondo match, I dare you,â Seungcheol huffs as he grips the metal railing for dear life. âThe things I do for a gorgeous girlâŚâ
Jeonghan skates over to his friend with a smirk, tugging on his arm. âCome on, now. You wonât impress your date if you keep ambling by the sides like a spaz.â
In an attempt to become the devilâs advocate, you take Seungcheolâs other arm in your grasp as well. âYeah. If you werenât confident about this, whyâd you ask her out here? Actually, who on Earth schedules the first date at a roller rink?âÂ
âI wanted her to know that we have common interests!âÂ
âAnd skating is your common interest?â
â...No, but at least sheâd get the idea that I care about what she does for a living.â
With the newfound determination to not embarrass himself in front of the gorgeous figure skater, Seungcheol lets you and Jeonghan teach him the art of not falling on your ass every time he glides forward. This goes on for about thirty or-so minutes until he finally gets the hang of it and is out and about in the rink full of teenagers that are looking at him funny.
This is when you decide to wind down and hang out by the railings as well, watching your student test out if he can do a little spin now that heâs sort of mastered the basics. Unfortunately for Seungcheol, he slips and lands on his back after the attemptâimmediately scrambling back to his feet before any of the younger skaters could laugh at him for the mishap.
âHope you donât mind that I whisked you off for an impromptu tutoring session.â
You donât even startle when Jeonghan materializes beside you like he almost always doesâhis eyes also trained on his poor friend while he practices what heâs been taught. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you stare at him with a shake of your head.Â
âIâm supposed to be marathoning horror movies with my sister, you know,â you chuckle. âDunno why you asked me to come with you to teach the unteachable, but Iâm glad I could help.â
He lets out a quiet laugh of his own. âI just wanted to give you a warm welcome is all. Havenât seen you in a year.â
âEven if all I do is ask if you want to have sex with me?âÂ
âHey, all friendships are built on different foundations. Ours just happens to be more unorthodox than the rest,â Jeonghan points out, like itâs common knowledge. âBesides, donât you think it gives the friendship more spice when one of us keeps asking the other if they want to sleep together?â
You punch him in the shoulder. âYouâre so weird.â
âAnd you still want me to fuck you despite that. I think that says a lot more about you than it does about me.â He grins and your throat constricts with how pretty he looks.
Just before you can open your mouth to dish out another snarky response, the song that comes up on the speakers switches into something familiarâthe crowd of skaters immediately erupting into cheers.
âOooh, Dancing Queen,â Jeonghan marvels as he pushes himself off the railing before yanking your hand. âLetâs go, sweetheart. Canât let Cheol have all the fun now, can we?â
Youâre no dancer but youâve spent so many nights with your friends at the disco that you canât really refuse when ABBA says that you can dance and you can jive. Itâs a little more challenging when youâre literally wearing roller skates and Yoon Jeonghan is spinning you around while his head is thrown back in laughter, but you can manage,
It feels so strange to be doing this with him. Youâve gotten used to just coming up to Jeonghan to hit on him and get rejected before going about the rest of your day, so you donât really know the protocol when it comes to fooling around with him in a roller rink.Â
But instead of psyching yourself out too much, you just let yourself loose in the moment.
ItâsâŚnice. You can feel the music in your veins as you burn the memory of Jeonghan grinning as he twirls you amidst a sea of roller skaters. Something pangs in your chestâa feeling youâve felt with your other romantic prospects from the past, but never with Jeonghan.
Just when the song is about to end, however, you lose your footing and end up slipping onto the polished wooden floor. It wouldâve been less embarrassing if you hadnât hooked your arm around Jeonghanâs waist to balance yourself, but you both end up toppling into a heap.
âShit, sorry!â you groan, rubbing your tailbone as you try to collect yourself. Your legs are right on top of Jeonghanâs though, so it proves to be somewhat difficult to get back to your feet without bracing your hands on the ground.Â
Which is exactly what you end up doing just to keep yourself from face planting.
Jeonghan isnât able to school his expression fast enough when you straddle his hips in the middle of the roller rinkâeyes lit up with surprise as you stammer apology after apology. You really want to fucking stand up but youâre so shaken up by the chain of events that you canât find the right balance.Â
âSo much for your center of gravity, huh?âÂ
You and Jeonghan both jump at the sound of Seungcheolâs voiceâthe other man sporting a smirk of his own as he stands over the two of you. Thankfully, instead of simpering at the fact that you got a taste of your own medicine, he offers a hand for you to takeâone that you take more gingerly than you meant to.Â
The three of you eventually hobble back to the waiting lounge together, making jabs at each otherâs slip-ups for the night. Hanging out with these two men is just as fun as hanging out with your old friends and youâre glad to know that youâve found such worthwhile company despite being away for most of the year.
After returning your skates, Jeonghan tells you and Seungcheol that heâs just going on a quick bathroom break and you agreed to wait for him before heading home. Your student then takes the opportunity to strike up a conversation.Â
âHmph. And you thought this wasnât an ideal spot for a first date.â
Puzzled, you glance at Seungcheol with a questioning look. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou and Han,â he continues. âThis is your first date, isnât it? Took him long enough.â
Took him long enough? Seungcheolâs words sound so silly, you actually end up laughing at the foolishness of it all. âWhat? Jeonghan? Taking me out on a date? You didnât hit your head while you were practicing, did you?â
âHey, I might be a newbie, but once I learn, I never forget it,â Seungcheol huffs before crossing his arms. âAnd, yeah, is it so strange for Han to ask you out? Sure, youâre never really here like half the timeââ
âI wouldnât say half the time. I only ever get short breaks in the summerâ
âHey, summer breaks arenât short⌠Okay, maybe they kind of are, but thatâs not the point!âÂ
âWhatever your point is, itâs pointless,â you snort. âHe always turns me down whenever I ask if he wants to sleep together. How could he possibly want to take me out on a date?â
Seungcheol makes a face. âYouâve been asking him what?âÂ
â...If he wants to sleep together?â
âWell, thatâs because youâve been asking the wrong question!â
âIâm not! Look, that wasnât always my go-to. The first time we met, I asked if he wanted to go out sometime. He said no. And itâs been aâŚthing between us for me to constantly ask even if I know heâll just turn me down.â
â...Doesnât that just make you pathetic?â
âYou know, youâre a lot different when youâre outside the disco.â
Seungcheol rolls his eyes. âAnyway, you should really recalibrate the way youâre trying to get with Jeonghan because even if heâs the biggest manwhore Iâve met, when he actually gets serious, heââ
âNow what could you two possibly be talking about?âÂ
Like he always does, Jeonghan waltzes into the conversation with the most opportune timing. He glances at you and his friend curiously as he slings his arms around both of your shouldersâa conspiratorial grin weaseling its way onto his face. âSounds to me like itâs something interesting.â
âI was just about to tell Seungcheol that you donât go out with Joshuaâs friends, hence the complete impossibility of this being a first date,â you clarifyâface heating up with embarrassment at how ridiculous you sound right now. âI mean, would a proper first date include teaching your hopeless friend how to roller skate?â
Seungcheol snorts. âYou obviously donât know what Han considers as a proper first date.â
âBut sheâs completely right about that specific preference of mine,â Jeonghan agrees without missing a beat. âNow that this is all cleared up, how about we drive her back to her house? Itâs getting late.â
That night, you climb under the covers of your bed reeling from that conversation you had with Seungcheol. You still think itâs downright silly for him to assume that Jeonghan took you out on a date when he clearly just sees you as a friend.Â
Yet when you think about it a bit more, isnât it more ridiculous for you to still be going at this game youâve been playing with him for the past three years? Asking a man whoâs way out of your league to sleep with you like some hooker on the streets?Â
The way Jeonghan receives your advances doesnât help your predicament in the slightest either. Most men would be unnerved by the fact that some woman keeps trying to get in his pants, but Jeonghan practically considers it as a thing that friends do. He simply turns you down without treating you any differently, and youâre starting to second-guess whether heâs just that good of a person or if heâs only keeping you around to amuse himself.
Seungkwan would tell you that youâve got little to no respect for yourself. Jihoon would just sigh and tell you that he honestly expected better from you, and you wouldnât fault either of them, really.
Because even when the odds are stacked against you, youâll always find your way back to Yoon Jeonghan.
THE PRESENT
Much to everyoneâs surprise, youâre able to go two straight weeks without seeking out the object of your prolonged affections.Â
You make plans with anyone and everyone else there is to make plans withâgoing on a picnic with your sister, helping Jihoon write a song, hitting the arcade with Seungkwan. Anything to keep yourself away from Jeonghan.
Hell, you even agreed to meet Jeon Jungkook in the flesh when Mingyu finally remembered that he set you up with him a month ago.Â
First impressions last and Jungkook definitely blew all your expectations out of the water when he pulled up in front of your house with a shiny Harley Davidson that boasted far more horsepower than your fatherâs old minivan. Heâs the textbook definition of a badboy if his piercings and full sleeve of tattoos are anything to go by.
But for someone who hasnât even met you before, he was thoughtful enough to bring flowers for your mother, a bottle of wine for your father, and Stephen Kingâs newest release for Luna when he arrived at your door with a boyish smile.
When Jihoon caught wind of the news, he immediately came over to your house to confirm if itâs actually trueâa completely drastic shift from your usual habit of coming over at his.
Apparently, your mother ran into him at the grocery store and fessed up all about this wonderful biker who took Y/N out on a candle-lit dinner at the only decent restaurant in town to your best friend. Itâs painfully obvious that Jihoon mirrors her excitement when you tell him that yes, your first date with Jungkook actually went better than expected.Â
You thought Jungkook was the type of guy that your best friend would avoid at all costs. Jihoon hates loud noises that donât contribute to his musical creativity and your newest flameâs motorcycle would definitely be an issue if your best friend ever hears him rev it up.Â
And yet when you finally introduce them to each other, they hit it off at lightning speed. Turns out Jungkook was also a music major when he was in college and you find yourself lost in a sea of jargon as the pair engrosses themselves in a conversation regarding their mutual interests.Â
Jungkook gets along swimmingly with your other friends too.
You shouldâve trusted Mingyuâs judgment when he first told you that his friend can blend into any circle he chucks himself into because now you can only watch in awe as he and Sonyoung duke it out at your usual discoâexchanging high fives when the song on the jukebox comes to an end and the rest of the crowd cheers at them from the sides.
âHowâre you liking our little town so far?â you ask when he returns to the booth youâve claimed for the two of you, giggling when he leans down to press a kiss on your cheek.Â
âYou seriously downplay this place too much,â Jungkook sighs, unable to suppress the grin on his face. âSure, there arenât a lot of things to do, but I donât think Iâve ever met anyone whoâs as passionate about dance battles as Soonyoung over there. Joshua, Seokmin and Seungkwan are brilliant company, too. Oh, and how could I forget about Jihoon? Iâm seriously pissed because Mingyu didnât introduce me to them sooner.â
Your bottom lip swells into a pout. âOnly them, not me?â
Jungkook lets out a soft laugh that makes your skin tingle, leaning closer enough that you can feel his breath on your face. When he smiles, his lip ring glints in the colorful lights of the disco.
âBaby, if weâve met any sooner, youâll probably get sick of me.â
âAnd why is that, Mr. Jeon?â you whisper.Â
He hums for a moment, tracing the outline of your lips with the heat of his gaze. âIâve been told that Iâm a very passionate lover. You might not be able to handle it.â
âAnd whoâs to say youâre the judge of that?â
âWell, we can get out of here so you can see for yourself, no?â
Your face heats up at the notion of what heâs trying to imply. Itâs a little silly because youâve spent so much of your time practically throwing yourself at Jeonghan that when another man expresses interest in you, you suddenly clam up out of embarrassment.Â
JeonghanâŚ
Even if youâre being pinned in place by Jungkookâs weightful stare, your gaze still goes over his shoulderâstraight to the bar where you know heâs been watching you.Â
The moment your gang of loud friends piled into the disco one after the other, you were quick to pick up on Jeonghanâs presence as he spoke to Seungcheol at the bar and from the way he snapped his head in the direction of your group, you like to think heâs just as privy to yours too.
Especially when his eyes zeroed in on Jungkookâs arm around your waist.
This time around, instead of hounding the guy with the same question youâve been asking for years, you do your best to ignore his existence altogether. It was easier than you expected because Jungkook has the ability to make you forget about everything else when youâre in his company. Heâs charming and sweet in ways that donât leave you second guessing his intentions. The man wants you and he needs you to know that in whatever way he can manage.
But even if youâve got a handsome badboy under your spell, Jungkookâs charms donât work on you with the same intensity as a single gaze from Jeonghan.
He isnât smiling at you like he usually isâlips nearly twisted into a frown as he watches Jungkook crowd you in your shared booth. While most of your body language would suggest that youâre receiving your beauâs affections openly, the fact that your eyes are trained on the man youâve been trying your best to get over would tell Jeonghan another story entirely.Â
Which is what ultimately makes you let out a breathy laugh before lightly pushing Jungkook off of you.
âEasy there, tiger. Weâve been dating for, what? A month?â you remind him with a somewhat forced smile. âYou might be one of the two hottest guys Iâve met in my life, but I still believe in the art of taking your time.â
âThe two hottest guys?â Jungkook parrots, amusement coloring his face as he leans back on the leather upholstery of your seat. âWhoâs the other one then?â
You force yourself not to look at Jeonghan so you wouldnât give yourself away. After all, you havenât lost yet. Itâs perfectly normal to still think about the man you may or may not have been in love with for years when youâre in the middle of getting over him. Whatever you and Jungkook have going isnât a lost cause just yet.
âNo one important,â you insist before tugging him back to his feet . âHow about you come dance with me instead of asking silly questions, loverboy?â
A hint of skepticism crosses his face for just a moment before he concedes, letting you drag him back to the dancefloor as you try your damnedest to ignore the way Jeonghanâs gaze never strayed far from you for the rest of the night.
Summer is almost coming to an end and your boss has already mailed you some documents containing the details of your next job. You read through them while youâre bundled up in blankets in the living room with Jihoon, who seems more excited about it than you are.
âYouâre going to Paris?â your best friend gawks. âThatâs actually insane. I thought only the filthy rich could go there in this economy.â
âWell, if you land yourself some work in a pretty well-off company, you can gain more benefits than youâd otherwise expect,â you chuckle. âHow about you come with me? You can go busking in front of The Louvre or something. Then the Parisians would discover just how talented one Lee Jihoon actually is.â
âOr I could get arrested by the Parisian police force.â Jihoon rolls his eyes. âThanks for the offer, but I am not as ambitious as you are.â
âHmph. Suit yourself then.â
While the two of you are busy planning an itinerary for the entirety of your trip, the telephone rings down the hall and you get up to answer it.Â
âHey, beautiful,â Jungkookâs smooth voice rings in your ears after asking the callerâs identity, making your face warm with how flustered you are. âHeard tonight was best friendâs night so I wasnât really supposed to bother you, but Gyu wanted to throw me a surprise birthday party and he was wondering if you and Jihoon want to come with.â
âItâs not a surprise anymore if youâre the one inviting guests though?â you point out with a laugh. âAnd your birthday isnât until a few days.â
âYeah, youâre right, but one thing about Mingyu is that he canât keep a secret for the life of him. Whatâs more is that we already have dinner plans for my special day, remember?â Jungkook sighs. âAnyway, are you two going to show up or am I gonna be miserable the entire night because youâre not here?â
âWhere even is here, Jungkook?âÂ
âAt the disco, where else? Mingyu rented out the entire place for the occasion.â
âHmm, maybe you should start dating Mingyu instead.â
âGod, no. So are you coming or not?â
Itâs funny how you donât even hesitate when you answer, âSure thing. Iâll go tell Jihoon about it.â
âAw, baby, you sure know how to make the birthday boy happy. See you soon.â
You hang up on Jungkook after bidding him a farewell of your own, heart beating just a little bit faster at the exchange. You know youâre not obligated to come to his not-so surprise birthday party since you already made plans with Jihoon to marathon a couple of movies, but even if you and Jungkook arenât really a thing just yet, you still feel like you should at least be there to celebrate alongside your friends.
Jihoon agrees to it without a hitchâgod knows how much he adores Jungkook. And as the two of you are getting ready to go out again, an idea pops into your head.
âYou can go ahead of me to the disco. Iâll just go buy Jungkook a present first.â
Your best friend glances at you, confused. âI can accompany you, you know. Itâs no big deal.âÂ
But despite his kind offer, you shake your head adamantly. âI really want this to be kept between me and him, Ji. Is that alright?â
âUgh. Fine, whatever.â
Thereâs some truth to what youâve told Jihoon, but everyone knows that only relaying some of the truth is as good as lying.Â
You tug your jacket tighter around your shoulders as you stand in front of a familiar record store. Youâve been to and from this place so often in the past that youâve practically memorized Jeonghanâs operating hours by heart.Â
Youâre going to prove to yourself that youâre over that phase in your life. Once you buy a vinyl by this one bossa nova artist that Jungkook really likes, youâll kiss your once-prominent obsession with Jeonghan goodbye.
Not like itâs difficult, right? Jungkook has always been sweet and reassuring where Jeonghan gave you nothing but uncertainty and countless instances asking yourself, what am I even doing? Itâs practically a no brainer to choose the former over the latter.
You suck in a deep breath. The thundering of your heart is too loud to ignore, but before youâre overcome with nerves, you step straight inside.
Itâs empty like it always is when closing time is just a few minutes away. Jeonghanâs already mopping up the floor of his shopâsomething that surprised you the first time because you didnât think people who came from old money actually knew how to do chores.Â
You also notice that heâs already changed out of his denim overallsâalready donned in an outfit that he would no doubt be wearing to the disco right after he closes up shop. A velvet maroon shirt with a few buttons undone thatâs tucked inside a pair of black trousers. Before you can catch yourself salivating over how fucking good he looks in that outfit, his gaze flickers to you in an instant.
âHm? Been a while since youâve dropped by, sweetheart,â he comments before stuffing the mop back in a supply closet and sanitizing his hands. âYouâve been busy with that boyfriend of yours, havenât you?â
So he has noticed. âYou could say that.â
He nods before stepping over to you, that stupidly disarming grin ever-present on his pretty face. âHm? Is that trouble in paradise I sense? Donât tell me he hasnât bothered to put a label on things. What a waste.â
You planned on making this gruesome exchange with Jeonghan swift, but you completely forgot that he has a knack for getting under peopleâs nerves when he feels like it. âWhy would it be a waste when weâre just taking our time? Besides, Iâm not here to talk to you about me and Jungkook. Iâm here to buy something.â
âFor your little badboy? Now what could he possibly know about the finer things in life? That man looks like he wouldnât even be able to play a triangle.â
Just when you managed to spot a record that youâre certain Jungkook has mentioned to you in passing, Jeonghanâs uncalled for words have you scowling at him. âReally? I know your familyâs loaded and all, but you never really struck me as the pretentious type, Jeonghan. Mind you, Jungkook is a music major, and thatâs low, even for you.Â
He simpers with folded arms, one foot tapping impatiently on the linoleum. âWell, forgive me, sweetheart, I donât think I can react with my usual finesse when someone else is encroaching on what belongs to me.â
You donât even think itâs possible, but your scowl only deepens. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âYouâve always been mine, no?âÂ
âŚHow he has the guts to tell you that after every single instance heâs rejected you is unfathomable. You do not want to have this conversation right now, so you quickly pluck Jungkookâs present from the assortment of vinyls before storming off to the cashierâmentally cursing Jeonghan for being so self-sufficient that he doesnât see the need to hire other people but himself. Now youâll be forced to deal with him until youâre finished with your purchase.
âHow can you stomach buying your little badboy a birthday gift when we both know your heart is still tethered to me, sweetheart?â Jeonghan taunts you from behind as he shuffles towards the counter. âI thought this was just some ploy to get me jealous, but youâre acting a bit too realistically for comfort. Have you forgotten who you were trying to get with for the past few years?Â
âHave you forgotten who youâve rejected time and time again?â you deadpan with a glare. âYou made it clear whenever I asked that you werenât interested. You know, Jihoon and the others kept calling you a player, so I never really understood why you never tried to get with meâsomeone whoâs literally throwing herself at your feet every summer.â
Jeonghan lets out an incredulous laugh. âWhy do you think I turned you down each time? Youâre always asking if I want to have sex with you, but have you ever considered that maybe I donât just think of you as another notch on my belt? That I actually wanted to get to know you past the sexual pretense?â
His words are quick to turn your heart into stone. âThen why didnât you say that to me back then? Why are you only coming clean about this when Iâm finally ready to move on with someone else?â
âThatâs because I like you, Y/N,â he sighs, jaw clenching as if he has the right to be more frustrated than you are. âI didnât want to just sleep with you. I wanted us to be friends first before I pursued you, but then you went on about asking if I wanted to fuck each and every time youâre home. I was just being careful because I donât want to give anyone the power to trample on my feelings.â
âSo you thought it was okay to trample on mine?â
The exasperation on Jeonghanâs face seemingly melts away with that simple response. Youâre still staring at him with fire in your eyesâthe kind heâs used to admiring from afar whenever youâre feeling your emotions a little more intensely than usual. But for once in his life, Jeonghan is unable to formulate some clever retort.
âJust fucking scan my vinyl so I can leave,â you grumble before sliding the record across the counter. âIf you donât have anything worthwhile to say to me, just donât say anything at all.â
âDo you really mean it?â
Your whole body freezes up when you feel Jeonghan standing directly behind you, caging you between his tall frame and the counter. Both of his lean arms are braced against the wooden surface and you make a mistake of whirling around to face him.Â
âM-Mean what?â you stammer, suddenly losing whatever conviction your voice once held because of his goddamn eyes. They look so pretty even if theyâre pleading for something you canât put your finger on.
âThat youâve already moved on with him?â he murmurs. âIf itâs true thenâŚyou can forget that this conversation ever happened. Go celebrate his birthday and make him your boyfriend or whatever.âÂ
When Jeonghan leans closer, his lips brush the shell of your earâmaking you shiver with anticipation. âBut if you think youâd still choose me after all, then I promise you that I wonât waste your time anymore. Iâm ready to own up to what I feel about you even if I deserve none of your reciprocation at this point.â
Heâs right. He doesnât deserve even an ounce of what you wouldâve been willing to give before you saw reason. Jihoon was smart to come to the conclusion that Jeonghan only kept you around to entertain himself, but once losing you became a possibility, he suddenly put on this show of buttering you up.
Admitting things he shouldâve told you years ago. Telling you he likes you only when youâve already got your eyes set on someone else.Â
The logical thing to do is turn him down and walk away from Yoon Jeonghan once and for all. You could do itâyou could leave the convoluted history the two of you shared in the past. Youâve already been doing it with Jungkook for the past month. But no matter how much you convince yourself otherwise, thereâs a singular truth that you wonât be able to escape:Â
Youâll always find your way back to Yoon Jeonghan.
The next few minutes are a blur of desperate touches and equally desperate kisses. You donât remember when exactly you lunged in for the kill, but the next thing you know, Jeonghan has you propped up on the counter of his store as he pushes your jacket off your shoulders and hikes your skirt further up your thighs.
âWanted you for so long,â Jeonghan sighs against your lips and you feel like heâs exercising active restraint so he wouldnât rip the delicate fabric of your skirt. âBut I needed you to take me seriously so you wouldnât think youâre just another girl I slept with.â
You bark out a condescending laugh before reclaiming his lips, shoving your tongue down his throat until heâs groaning into youâfingers digging into the flesh of your thighs.Â
âYou obviously didnât take me seriously with how much you fucked with my head.â
âI wasnât fucking with your head, sweetheart. I was just biding my time.â
âSo the thing that finally got you to crack is seeing another guy get his hands on me,â you point out with a quiet chuckle, trying not to moan when his lips trace a scorching path down the skin of your neck. âI didnât take you to be the jealous type. If I knew, I wouldâve paraded Mingyu inside your shop ages ago.â
âHm?â He humsâa noncommittal noise that has you shivering beneath his touch anyways. âAre you saying that you would fuck Mingyu too? When youâre already cozying up to his best friend? Youâre quite greedy, huh?â
You let out a quiet whimper when you feel him press two fingers against your clothed coreâwanting him, needing him. âJ-Jeonghan, someone outside might seeâŚâ
âThen we better put on a show, right, sweetheart?âÂ
The fact that Jeonghan calling you sweetheart incites a more visceral reaction out of you compared to Jungkook calling you baby makes a clump of guilt fester in your chest. The vinyl youâre supposed to get for him as a present sits idly a few inches away, but all of it is forgotten once Jeonghan reminds you of what you really want.Â
Itâs fucking humiliating how your cunt gushes at his words. Jeonghan is clearly pleased with the mess he finds between your thighs after pushing your underwear to the side. You curl yourself into his chest, twitching every time his fingers graze your clit. He laughs, low and dangerous in your ear all while he lathers your slit in your own essence.
âIâd love to take my time and eat you out right here, but I donât think I have the patience just yet,â he whispers before teasing your entrance with the occasional dip of his fingers. âIâll make you come with my mouth some other time. For now, I think I just need to see you crying on my fingers and my cock.â
His crooked digits slide into you with perfect ease, stretching out your gummy walls so youâd be able to take something more. You cling onto Jeonghan like a lifeline as he murmurs a string of filthy musings into your ear.
âHas your little badboy finger-fucked you this good, sweet thing?â he rasps. âIn fact, has he even kissed you?â
âH-Heâs kissed me once,â you admit, the walls of your cunt clenching around his intrusive fingers as you try to recall how you and Jungkook shared your first real kiss in the parking lot of the movie theater. âBut I wished it was you insteadâŚâ
âReally now?â Jeonghan chuckles, clearly emboldened by your honesty. âYou still think of me even when youâre with someone else, hm? Well youâre in luck sweetheart.â
âI do the same thing, too.â
Your eyes flutter with pleasure when he curls his fingers inside your tight channel, his free hand toying with your clit with each pass he makes. Jeonghan praises you for spreading your legs so prettily for him, for being his good girl and no one elseâs. Every word he breathes into your ears only makes you wetter by the second and you fear that each time he plunges his digits into your heat, someone outside would hear the squelching flesh.
âJ-Jeonghan,â you whimper, thighs quivering with the need for release. âLet me come, please. I wanna come on your fingers. I need it.â
Of course, your newfound lover makes it a point to laugh at your desperate plea, licking his lips as he draws tight circles around your sensitive nub. âJust a few moments ago, you were afraid of being caught getting off like this. Now you want me to make you come?â
You nod vigorouslyâuncaring for how pathetic it would make you seem. âYes, I want you so much⌠Youâll give it to me, wonât you?â
Ah, heâs always known you were a vixen. Those days when youâd purposely dress up wearing the skimpiest outfits just to get his attention were one of the hardest. In fact, the entire ordeal of keeping his hands off you when you were offering yourself up so willingly was one of the hardest things heâs done in his life.Â
But Jeonghan supposes that he can still reap the benefits of his patienceâeven if that patience was snapped in two when you dared to think another man deserved to have you.
âOf course Iâll give it to you, sweetheart,â he murmurs sweetly before planting the sloppiest kiss on your lips. âCome for me if you want my cock in you. You can do that, right?â
You screw your eyes shut at his affirmation to focus on getting yourself to the pinnacle of gratification. Jeonghan has slowed the pace of the fingers thrusting in and out of your messy cunt and decided to zero in on your clit. Youâre twitching and thrashing in his grasp, moaning his name so prettily, he wishes he could snap a photo to preserve the memory for life.
You come undone on his fingers with a breathless sigh, nearly collapsing on top of the counter from how boneless you felt in the aftermath. But Jeonghan is quick to coil an arm around your waist, peppering your face with kisses as he keeps himself from grinning too wide.
âSo good for me. So perfectâmy perfect fucking girl.âÂ
The lasciviousness dripping from his words urges you to spread your thighs for himâeyes glazed over with lust as he undoes the zipper of his trousers. You have to keep yourself from gasping once he takes out his impressive lengthâfully engorged with how much youâve been teasing each other over the past half hour.Â
Jeonghan fists his cock before sliding the head across your oversensitive clit, but you donât voice out any complaintsâalready desperate to have him again despite having just recovered from your last orgasm.Â
He doesnât wait for a verbal confirmation, doesnât waste his time on any more preamble. Jeonghan simply hooks your thighs around his elbows and sinks his cock into your tight channel with his bottom lip caged between his teeth. Youâre a lot less reserved with the noises you makeâopenly crying out his name once he buries himself to the hilt.Â
You feel him everywhereâinside you, on your skin, on your face, in your heart. Jeonghan is heaving deeply as he lets you get used to him and when he flashes you that lazy smile that started everything, your chest seizes with something not shy of glee.Â
You have him. You finally have him.
And from the way that smile youâve always loved morphs into a smirk, you have a feeling heâll make sure you engrave this moment into your mind.
âWe couldâve done this sooner,â Jeonghan sighs with the first drag of his hips, loving the way you writhe underneath him when he plunges his cock back into your slick heat. âIf only we just got together like normal people, I couldâve fucked you on every surface of this store years ago.â
âIf only you didnât reject me every single time like some self-absorbed brat.â
âYou sound pretty brave for someone whoâs already in tears on my cock, sweetheart.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Jeonghan murmurs something along the lines of cheeky little thing before surrendering his grip on one of your thighs in exchange for the space to reach for your face. There, he wipes the moisture collecting in the corner of your eye with his thumb, a self-satisfied look settling on his face.
Jeonghan murmurs something along the lines of cheeky little thing before surrendering his grip on one of your thighs in exchange for the space to reach for your face. There, he wipes the moisture collecting in the corner of your eye with his thumb, a self-satisfied look settling on his face.
âMaybe you do now.â
He doesnât waste anymore time after thatâfully aware that though heâs already drawn the shutters before you came, he hasnât had the opportunity to lock the main entrance yet. The possibility of someone walking in on you getting fucked to an inch of your life on the countertop are all too real and Jeonghan has no plans on getting arrested for public indecency when he just grew the balls to tell you how heâs felt all this time.
âYouâre fucking dripping for me,â your lover rasps into your neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake as your poor cunt takes a beating. âAll dressed up for someone else but here you are stuffed full of my cock. Tell me, who is it that you really want?â
âYou.â The mewl that follows your abrupt answer is music to his ears. âIâve only ever wanted you, Hannie. F-Fuck! Right there, please.â
He drags your hips closer to the edge, resuming a secure grip on your thighs to keep you balanced as he rams his thick cock into you. You throw your head back in bliss, uncaring for how the bruises heâs kissed into your skin sting with pain. The pleasure heâs sowing between your legs eclipses any sort of ache that can deter you from losing yourself in the moment.
You hook your legs around Jeonghanâs waist to keep him closeâarms slung around his neck as you pull him down for a kiss. Your lover responds in kind, moving his mouth in perfect sync with yours as if to make up for all the years you couldâve spent in each otherâs arms.Â
âYouâre so pretty like this,â he murmurs against your lips, eyes burning with pure, unadulterated desire. âSo pretty and perfect for me.â
âYouâre only saying that âcause youâre balls deep inside me,â you try to scoff but it melts into another breathless moan when Jeonghan angles his hips just a bit differently and has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.
âYou talk big for someone who canât handle being a little roughed up,â he teases. âNow hush and take my cock like the good girl you are.â
It doesnât take long for you to feel that familiar pressure in the pit of your stomachâlike a balloon expanding and expanding until youâre filled to the brim with the pleasure heâs giving you on a silver platter. You whimper beneath him, pressing your mouth against the cut of his jaw as you murmur about how close you are.
âFuck, I need you to feel you come around me, sweetheart,â he moans. âCome on my cockâlet me feel your cunt squeezing it out of me.â
You donât know if youâre just that high strung, or if youâve waited for this for so long, your body just responds to his whims. But whatever the reason, the most skin-tingling, toe-curling orgasm washes over you like a storm surgeâpure lightning skidding up the length of your spine as you surrender yourself to the height of euphoria.Â
âThatâs it,â Jeonghan goads, fucking you through your orgasm as he chases after his own. âYou feel so good around me, my perfect Y/N.â
As you drift in and out of coherence, you vaguely pick up on the fact that Jeonghan isnât wearing any protectionâthe two of you overcome by your need to have each other to think things through. But as his cock plunges over and over into your soiled cunt, you find yourself uncaring for the consequences of your recklessness.
But Jeonghan continues to surprise you by using all his strength to disentangle your legs around his waistâpulling out just in time for those spurts of cum to splatter all over your rumpled skirt. He hisses between his teeth as he pumps his cock into completion, his white hot release staining your clothes in a way that youâll probably still forgive him for with how well he fucked you tonight.Â
"Can't get you pregnant when your career's ahead of you," he chuckles and you can only punch him in the chest in response.
The silence that settles moments after is more deafening than it should be, but youâre no means unsettled by it.
Not when Jeonghan still has that look in his eyes.
When he kisses you again, it feels like the stars and the planets have aligned for everything to fall into place. He smiles against your lips as if heâs just as relieved to have found you when you thought all hope was lost and it makes you recall any other time youâve been more in love with someone else in your life.
In the end, you come up empty handed.
âIâll clean you up and close up the store,â Jeonghan murmurs. âI need to take you home with me because I am nowhere near done with you.â
And who are you to say no to that?
âParis, huh?â
Jeonghan muses right after heâs finished cleaning you upâdiligently scrubbing at what three more rounds of sex at his apartment have done to your poor body. You answer him with a quiet hum, burrowing deeper into both the warmth of his blankets and the heat of his chest.
âYeah, I think Iâll be stationed there for a better part of the year,â you tell him softly, tracing the small trail of freckles on his sternum. âItâs going to be way different than what Iâm used to, but new experiences are always welcome.â
He chuckles. âYeah, you donât have any reason to be afraid of Paris to begin with. The only thing that might get in the way of you having a good time is the language barrier.â
âYou talk like youâve been there before.â
âBeen there before? Sweetheart, I lived in Paris before I moved here⌠Why are you looking at me like that?â
You mutter a string of curses under your breath before pouting at him. âI keep forgetting that you and Joshua are a couple of trust fund babies. Of course Iâd be surprised if you dropped a bomb like that.â
Jeonghan chuckles before leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kissâdeepening it until youâre hooking your thigh across his hip and moaning into his mouth again. Your lover chuckles at your eagerness before he pulls away, a string of saliva obscenely connecting your lips.Â
âI do kind of miss it there,â he admits sincerely, but you canât pay the admission much mind when his fingers are trailing the inside of your thighs again. âMaybe I should go on a quick getaway for a while.â
âWhat, so you can go fuck me in Paris, too?â
You do your best to bite down your whimpers when he lathers his fingers with the wetness between your thighs, making it a point to rub your still sensitive clit in slow, lazy circles. The vibrations of Jeonghanâs laughter travel across your skin and when he presses a kiss on the corner of your lips, youâre not sure how to feelâendeared by the sweet gesture or embarrassed by how quickly heâs winding you up.
It doesnât take long for his cock to be in full hardness again and you donât even resist him when Jeonghan eases his length back into your tight hole. He sighs against the crook of your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth as he slides inside you languidly. When your hips are flush together as he bottoms out, your chest swells with pride when you hear him breathe out a shuddering sigh.
âFuck,â he groans. âCanât believe I waited for so long to have you like this.â
âNow if only you said yes the first time I asked you to sleep with me,â you chuckle, trying not to moan at the feeling of his cock pulsating inside you. âYou couldâve railed me in the bathroom of Cheolâs disco and he never wouldâve known.â
âOh, heâd definitely know,â Jeonghan chuckles dryly as he presses a kiss along your jaw. âBut thanks for the visual, I think I just got even harder. We should do that when you get back.â
âDidnât you say something about going on a quick getaway so you can fuck me in Paris, too?â
âYouâre the one making plans here, sweetheart. Not me. But if youâre so hell-bent on taking my cock in the bathroom of some random Parisian disco instead, then I suppose I can make the proper arrangements,â your lover appeases you with a lazy smile. âMaybe Iâll have Jihoon and your friends watch after the store while Iâm gone.â
âHe might be your regular, but when he finds out that weâre screwing around, heâll probably torch the entire building.â
Jeonghan pauses for a second. âThat reminds me, wonât they be looking for you, sweetheart? From the way you were dressed earlier, it looked like you were headed somewhere else after buying that stupid badboy his birthday present. This is quite the detour, donât you think?â
When Jeonghan brings it up, it takes you a few seconds to process thatâŚfuck.
âYeahâŚâ you groan. âI was headed to the disco for Jungkookâs surprise party.â
He hums. âAnd here you are warming my cock. That boyfriend of yours is going to be heartbroken, you know?â
âHeâs not my boyfriend,â you grumble, mewling when Jeonghan snaps his hips into yours to take you by surprise. âButâŚI guess it still sucks that I lead him on like that.â
âI suggest,â Jeonghan starts before pulling himself back again only to rut into you so hard, youâre surging forward on the bed. âThat you give him a call in the morningâtell him that youâre fine and nothingâs happened to you. Oh, and tell him that you actually have a boyfriend now.â
Despite your senses being overloaded by how good his cock is stretching you mid-conversation, you still manage to look up at Jeonghan with withering surprise. âI do?â
âSweet girlâs gone dumb on my cock, huh?â Jeonghan laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead that has you melting from the contact. âFrom here on out, Iâm your boyfriend. Some fucker from another city has no business flirting with you when youâre with me.â
In a split second of clarity, you roll your eyes at him. âI still think itâs stupid that you only went after me after I found someone else. Youâre a terrible person.â
âBut you still love me anyway, hm?â
You do. You think youâve loved Jeonghan even longer than you first realized it.Â
Loving him and losing him even if you had neither to love nor lose is a vicious pattern youâve cycled through for the past four summers. Youâre perfectly aware that actions have consequences and what you chose to do with Jeonghan now would definitely jeopardize everything youâve built for yourself.Â
But you can think about what Jihoon and Jungkook and Seungkwan and everyone else has to say about this some other time.Â
For now, youâre just going to focus on how good your boyfriend splits you open on his cock.
âAnd how are you so sure about that?â
Jeonghan shrugs before crowding you against the bed, a no-good smirk plastered on his pretty face. It gives you hope that maybeâjust maybeâthe cycle has finally been broken.
âI dunno. Gut feeling.â
⢠end notes: you're finally at the end of it! thank you so much for reading through this brain fart that has been decaying in my drive since july :') i'd also like to extend my thanks to jj, rj and zeta specifically because if it weren't for them i would've lost every and all direction for this fic altogether and i might've actually dropped out of the collab for real (i am literally 4 going 5 days late!!) leave a like, reblog with your thoughts, or yell at me in the replies -- idk !! it's just that this might be one of the last fics you'll read from me for a while, so i'd appreciate the feedback now more than ever T T that said, do check out everyone's works from the collab as well!! they've all created such wonderful stories with the given theme <3 you def won't regret it!
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[[and then I met you || ch. 18]]
Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit
Summary:
A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father â Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyerâs and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.
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âOh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand - Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling. So, kiss me.â
You hum along with the song playing quietly in your ear as you scrub the bathtub. It is one of your cleaning nights and you are focused on getting everything back to tip-top shape. The tub currently has a bit of a purple tint to it after you tried a new brand of bubble bath for Minnie - you are lucky she isnât now grape flavored as well - and you would very much like it gone. It is coming off easier than you expected, but it is taking a fair amount of elbow grease.Â
It is easy to space out and listen to music as you work. Your cleaning playlist are songs you can vibe to that you donât really associate with anything in your life - mostly you think about the movies the song has been featured in - but you are finding, as you scrub and romantic lyrics float through your head, a certain name and face keeps appearing in your mindâs eye.Â
You know it isnât wise for you to develop a crush on Matt - just because you have a daughter together does not mean he wants to kiss you. You know you need to squash the feelings down before you get yourself hurt.Â
But sometimes it is nice to have silly impossible daydreams while you are cleaning alone at ten at night. Having a goofy little smile while you picture yourself spinning around a garden in a dance isnât hurting anyone. You have a good grasp on reality - you just sometimes want to pretend to be the lead in a cheesy 90âs teen romcom - is that too much to ask?Â
No one else needs to know Matt has replaced the lead actor. It is a secret just for you.Â
As you scrub bleach powder around your purple-haze tub drain, you catch movement reflecting in the shine of the spout. You canât hear anything over your music - even though you only have one earbud in - so you sit up and turn around. Of course, it is Minnie standing in the doorway, clad in her jammies, and dragging Scooby by his big paw.
You pull the earbud out, frowning to your daughter, âIs everything alright, Mouse? Is my music too loud? Did it wake you up?â
She shakes her head, then in the most miserable voice you have ever heard from her, whines, âMy tummy hurts.â
Instantly, you set down your sponge and your earbud so you can go to your daughter, âyour tummy hurts?âÂ
You move to pick her up, wanting to comfort her, but it is made clear she doesnât want this by stepping back and holding up her toy between the two of you. It hurts, but it passes, as you know you donât like to be touched when you feel sick, so instead, you kneel down to be in front of her and try to find the root of the problem.Â
âHow does your tummy hurt?â
She sways side to side, face scrunching up as she self-analyzes. You can see the little wheels turning in her head, but then there is a very subtle shift in her eyes that only years of being a mother makes you notice. With lightning speed, you grab Minnie under her arms and spin around to hold her over the toilet just as her dinner begins to regurgitate.Â
Your heart breaks as she empties her stomach and you try to soothe her the best you can, rubbing her little back as she coughs and hacks.Â
âItâs okay, itâs okay, get it all out. Get all the icky out,â you tell her.Â
Luckily, her stomach is small and there is not a lot of expel. Once you are sure she is done, you flush the toilet then close the lid, intent on setting Minnie down so you can clean her up, but of course, now she doesnât want to be put down. She wiggles and turns until she can bury her head into your neck, sniffling and hiccupping, and clinging to you the best she can.Â
You can feel bits of vomit on your neck, but since you arenât completely covered in it, you try to ignore it in favor of your distressed daughter. You begin to rock her gently, humming one of her favorite lullabies as she processes how distressing throwing up is.
You donât remember when the last time she got sick was, but you have a guess as to what caused this upset - you tried a new ice cream for dessert tonight. It had made your stomach a bit gurgly and you had solved that with a TUMS.Â
It hadnât occurred to you to ask if Minnie needed one, too.Â
A lesson for the future.
Minnie doesnât dissolve into full on tears and after about two minutes, she pulls back and croaks out, ââcooby?â
She had dropped the toy when you had first picked her up, so you stretch to grab him for her. She quickly switches to clinging to him and you go right for a washcloth. You wipe down your neck first - you can only handle so much - then start on cleaning up your poor Mouse.Â
In a blessing from the gods, she only has a little bit of gunk around her mouth and nose. It doesnât seem like anything got on her clothes.Â
Getting her to rinse her mouth out takes a bit of convincing.Â
âIt will help the icky taste go away,â you promise, but she just clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head. You very much get why she wouldnât want anything in her mouth after throwing up, but you also know she needs a good rinse. She only gives in after you demonstrate what you want of her by brushing your teeth and gargling some water. However, the condition is that you have to brush her teeth for her while she squeezes Scooby for dear life.Â
Once her mouth is clean and the only sign she was ever sick is her puffy red eyes, you scoop up your baby and bring her out to the living room.Â
âHow does your tummy feel now?â you ask as you set her on the couch and begin to cocoon her in the throw blanket you keep there.Â
Minnie rests her head on top of Scoobyâs, lip jutting out into a pout, âIcky. And Hurty.â
âIcky and hurty?â You sympathize. You know well the aftermath of throwing up and how sometimes the aftermath is worse than the event - your stomach often turns sour and you feel drained. You know certain fluids will help relieve this, so you kiss Mouseâs forehead and tell her, âLet me see if we have any things to help.â
âBlue Pedi-lyte?â she asks and you canât help but smile over how observant and smart your little one is. She may not have thrown up in recent memory - but other digestive problems have occurred, and she clearly remembers enough that the drink helped.Â
âYeah. Let me go see if we have any, okay? Do you want to put on some Mickey?â
âGoofy,â is her quick, but mumbled reply.Â
You turn on the television and bring up some Goofy related shorts, then head to the kitchen, hoping you have some old Pedialyte.Â
But you donât.Â
You have leftover drinks Karen brought you and the only thing that is comparable to what you promised Minnie is yellow Gatorade. However, you have nothing to turn it blue. You have the feeling that trying to give it to your little one is not going to go well, but you try, nonetheless. You fill a sippy cup halfway with yellow liquid and mentally cross yourself as you bring it to Mouse on the couch.
She takes one look at it before pouting at you, âThatâs yellow.â
âI know, sweetie. But we donât have any blue Pedialyte. We only have yellow Gatorade. It will help your tummy, too.â
To her credit, she takes it and holds it in her lap, looking down at it with disdain. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, then wrinkles up her nose and holds the cup back up to you, âItâs stinky.â
You try to not sigh - lemon-lime is an intense flavor and probably wonât taste the best after vomiting, but it is all you have. You crouch down so you are eye level with your daughter and rub her leg, trying to be encouraging, âI know, but it will help your tummy. Can you try for me?â
She looks between you and the cup about fifteen times, her little eyes full of doubt, before bringing it up to her mouth and taking a sip. She does not swallow - instead she looks disgusted before opening her mouth and letting the drink spill down her chin.
âOh, no, no, letâs not do that,â you groan. You use your t-shirt - which is luckily your cleaning shirt and gross anyways - to wipe her face and soak up the yellow liquid.Â
âIcky,â Mouse informs you, then adds, âI want blue Pedi-lyte. Please?â
You take in your daughter, looking so tiny wrapped up on the couch. How awful it must be to not only be nauseous, but to be so with enhanced senses. Youâve thrown up enough times to know what an unpleasant aftertaste it leaves, so she must be so miserable.
You rub your hands over your face and give in, âOkay, let Mommy go change into real people clothes, and we will go get some for you.â
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You are no stranger to midnight runs to the bodega two blocks west. You had moved into your current apartment when you were about six months pregnant, and you had spent month seven waddling your way there almost every night for a slice of cake. The late-night cashier, Sal, practically watched Minnie grow up and he is one of the few people who she will talk to unprompted. So, you donât feel embarrassed when you stroll in wearing sweatpants and a band-tank top, with Minnie still in her jammies - Sal has seen you in worse states and at least you arenât wearing a robe and slippers.Â
Thereâs a couple of college aged boys lingering around the snacks section who smell heavily of marijuana, and they seem more interested in talking about what chips to get than anything, so only your hyper paranoid mind makes you take notice as you make your way to the drink coolers. You pass all the fun things and go to the very back corner of the storefront where the small selection of medicinal goods are.Â
Tampons, Tylenol, and band aids are stacked low on the dry goods shelf, and across from them, practically on the floor of the cooler, is one row of Pedialyte. The gods must be smiling on you because it is indeed the blue flavor your daughter is desiring.Â
You open the cooler, and with Minnie on your hip, squat down to retrieve your prize. Almost instantly, she starts making grabby hands for it, asking with a bit of a whine, âMommy, open it.â
âWe have to pay for it first, then you can drink it,â you remind her, feeling guilty as you do. You can see the upset in her eyes, and to try and mitigate the damage, you offer, âDo you want to help buy it?â
Mouse, always the eager helper, nods against you, so you hand over the drink, stand, and start making your way to the counter. The stoned boys are debating which chips will leave the least amount of residue on their gaming controllers as you pass them and part of you wants to stop and listen. You donât have an interest in video games beyond silly ones on your phone, but their passion is intense, and you agree Cheeto dust is one of the worst things in the world. You are lucky Minnie finds them gross and much prefers pretzels as her chip of choice.
As you come up to the checkout, Sal looks up from his phone and gives you a pleasant smile, âLate night snack run?âÂ
Minnie pipes up before you can, leaning forward as far as she can to hold out the bottle towards him, âI wanna buy this, please, thank you.â
Sal, ever kind, reaches across the counter to get it so you donât have to try to lean in, âAhhh, no snacks. Tummy troubles?â
âTummy troubles,â you confirm. You dig into your purse for your wallet as he begins to ring you up.
Sal clicks his tongue in sympathy, before telling you, âMy daughter, Sasha, the tall one, she always had the tummy troubles, too. Turns out, she was allergic to corn. Do you know how much corn is in everything in America?â
You make a face at that because you do, in fact, know how much corn is in everything. âIâm sorry to hear that.âÂ
In your arms, always wanting to mimic you, Minnie gives a solemn nod to Sal, âSorry to hear.â
Sal laughs warmly, âYou are kind. I hope your tummy troubles are not from corn, but too many sweets.âÂ
That makes Mouse giggle, which warms your heart. When you are told the total, you hand her your card to hand over to Sal. The sweet man swipes it, then addresses Minnie, âDebit or credit?â
Despite not knowing what that means, she instantly replies with, âCredit!â making you smile all the more.Â
âYes, we will charge it,â he says. The receipt prints and he hands that and the card back to you before bagging the Pedialyte in a little black baggie and handing that to Minnie. âYour purchase, little maâam.âÂ
âThank you!â she chimes, and you thank Sal as well. The college boys have finally decided on their snack, so you vacate the counter so they can make their purchase, wishing the cashier a good rest of his night.Â
As you exit the bodega, Minnie bonks your arm with the bagged bottle, âMommy, open it now. We buyed it.âÂ
âOkay, okay.â
You set her down on the ground, then get the bottle out so you can crack it open. You help your little one take a few careful sips and once she is done, she smacks her lips.Â
âNot icky?â You ask and she gives a big nod in response.Â
âNot icky.â
âHow is your tummy?â
Her fist goes right into her mouth as she thinks over the question. You use the time to recap the drink and drop it back into the bag, then put that into your purse.Â
âIt feels like jumping dinosaurs,â Mouse finally tells you, âGoing âbah bah bahâ. Like sheepies.â
You have no idea what that is supposed to mean, but you guess that she feels better. She seems more chipper, which isnât what you need closing in on midnight. If you donât get home soon and get her back into bed, you are going to have a very grumpy toddler in the morning.Â
Which will go great with your expected grumpiness - you still have to finish cleaning the bathroom and who knows how long that is going to take. Youâll need to redo the toilet and throw a load of laundry into the wash. Youâll probably get to bed around two if you are lucky.
So, with the complete intention of tiring your daughter out, you ask her, âDo you want to walk back home holding Mommyâs hand?â
Which completely does the trick and Minnie takes your hand so you can walk back home together, and you begin heading that way.Â
Despite being the city that never sleeps, the streets around you are pretty empty. You havenât come across any other foot traffic and youâve only seen a few cars roll by, so to you, it seems like a quiet night.
You wonder if that is how Minnie sees it - or in her case - hears it.Â
It has been mind boggling learning her range of hearing and how much input she must constantly receive.
Matt is still working on making you his binder - Karen has apparently taken to copy editing it - but he has given you a preview of a few pages and you can barely comprehend it. You think you would go insane if you could hear everyone talking all at once, all the time. Your anxiety would be astronomical, but your sweet Mouse doesnât seem bothered in day-to-day life.
Youâve been watching her play more and more and youâve been learning what catches her attention and interests. To your surprise, it has been music. The little wiggles and shakes she sometimes does is apparently her interpretation of dancing and you have been making her a little playlist for her birthday. You think a dance party would be a fun thing to do the night before the zoo trip, to help get out all her energy. You havenât told her this yet, but you did ask her to let you know when she hears a song she wants to dance to, so you can look into it.Â
You donât want to add anything inappropriate after all.Â
You look down at your daughter as you walk, a little smile coming to your face. Sheâs watching her feet, and it looks like sheâs trying to step on her own shadow without making a big deal of it. Youâve seen her do that before or try to walk one foot in front of the other. You arenât the fastest walker - you tend to stroll - so you never worry about her games slowing you down.Â
Plus, if it wears her out, all the better for you.Â
You are about half a block away from your building when Minnie suddenly halts and whirls her head back towards the bodega. Curious, you stop as well, wondering what she has heard now.Â
âWhat is it, sweetie?âÂ
âThereâs a hoot-hoot!â She whisper-yells, looking up to you with the biggest, purest smile.Â
Your heart practically bursts from your chest with love and your smile grows to match hers, âA hoot-hoot? Can you tell me about the hoot-hoot?â
She nods, then you watch in slow motion as your daughterâs absolute joy morphs into that of horror and before you can even process what is happening, something is ripping you away from Minnie by the base of your neck.Â
You are pivoted left and slammed face first into the brownstone staircase you were just walking by. Your vision goes spotty as pain erupts from the center of your forehead - confusion and panic begin to consume you.Â
All you can hear is your daughter screaming in fear.
You have no idea what is going on, but all you know is Minnie needs you, and that ignites something deep and primal in your chest.
There is something grabbing and pulling at your top and your purse - which you wear crossbody - and you realize someone is trying to mug you. Fear fills you as you struggle to get away, break free, but whoever it is is stronger than you and keeps slamming you back against the stone.
âMommy!â
The thing inside your chest bursts to life when you hear Minnie cry for you and you kick backwards best you can, trying to dislodge your attacker. Your foot catches their knee and both of you go tumbling to the ground. You hit the cement hard only to be crushed under the weight of your assailant as they land on top of you.Â
You refuse to stay still, squirming and trying to army crawl out from under the mugger, but they easily overpower you. Hands wrap around your throat from behind and you are temporarily overwhelmed by the stench of body odor and filth. You are pressed down into the sidewalk for a split second before being yanked back and you just barely manage to turn your face as you are violently forced back down again. Gravel and glass tear at your cheek.Â
Something tangles itself into your hair and your head is once again being pulled back, but you wonât give up. You reach back over your head and grab onto the arm of the person attacking you. You feel flesh, so you curl your fingers and dig your nails in the best you can.Â
There is a feral, pained yowl, then your head meets the ground again, but it doesnât stop. They are trying to push you down into the sidewalk using all their weight, like they are trying to crush your skull.
You kick and buck as hard as you are able to, thrashing desperately in an attempt to break away. The pain is quickly becoming all encompassing, but Minnie is crying, and you need to get to her.
You try to get an arm under you, to try and help to push you up, but there is so much weight and all of it is centered on your upper back and skull.
You canât get up.Â
You canât get to Minnie.Â
You canât save your daughter.
There is a deep and furious roar, then the crushing weight of your attacker is ripped off of you. Â
You gasp for breath as you quickly roll onto your side, terrified you're going to be pushed back into the dirt and smothered. Your vision is swimming, blurry and half black, and everything, everything hurts.Â
âDADDY!âÂ
Your eyes snap open and you try to push yourself up onto shaky arms. You try to turn around to find your daughter, but your body doesnât want to obey anymore, and you collapse back onto the ground. You force your legs to move the best you can, trying to roll until you can find your daughter.Â
âMinnie..â you try to call out but you arenât sure if any noise escapes your lips.
âMommy!â
The darkness wraps itself around you and begins to drag you down into its depths. The last thing your mind catches before it switches off is your little Mouse, screaming for you.
âMOMMY!â
âMOMMY!!â
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James broke his leg once and and he couldnât play a game of quidditch , so they let him narrate it with Remus (worst idea ever):
James: Dibbs passes the quaffe over to Jenna who does a great job at being, well, bad.
Remus: GET YOUR HEAD IN THE FUCKING GAME JENNA, DONT MAKE US LOOSE
James (turning away from the microphone): Remus how the fuck do they let you get away with this
Remus: itâs a compli-
Minerva barging in the room: MR LUPIN.
Remus: Sorry Minnie
James: The quaffle is currently being thrown around since none of you idiots have the balls to score against slytherin
Remus: SOMEONE DO SOMETHING FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN
James: JENNA WHAT ARE YOU DOING THEY ARE LITERALLY ON YOUR RIGHT
Remus: And there goes another fucking point to slytherin. The captain of gryffindor just called a substitution, seems like heâs trying to talk to the team
James: Am I allowed to give a motivational talk from up here?
Minerva: no
James: LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHITS, I KNOW WEâRE DOING TERRIBLE BUT YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT CAN HAPPEN SO JUST TURN AROUND AND FUCKING DO SOMETHING
Minerva:
Remus:
James: thanks.
(Edit: this has officially become a series, if you wanna check out the new parts, go on the tag âmoony quidditch commentatorâ on my profile :D)
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Going Dumb
Pairing: mean Dom!Seungmin x brat puppy!reader (assumed AFAB)
Summary: What happens when you agree to give your boyfriend Seungmin control of your orgasm for the week and then go back on your word.
WC: 2.5k
Genre: smut
Content Warning: heavy themes of BDSM and pet play, orgasm control/denial, edging, remote controlled vibrator, collar/leash, pet names (hers: good girl, beautiful girl, Pup, Puppy; his: Minnie, Min, Master), spanking, anal play, squirting, brief mentions of aftercare (please keep in mind that extensive aftercare is very important in scenes like these), degradation
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @neverendingdreams-net
A/N: a few months ago @skzdust and I were obsessed with short hair Seungmin. I listened to Going Dumb ft Stray Kids and it's like...totally a sex song. I just had to write something featuring Seungmin.
Please check out their fic here!
You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master.â
You bite back a moan and let your knees fall together, squeezing your thighs together. Despite your efforts, a whimper escapes you as when you feel the slick that is beginning to coat them. Your walls rapidly clench and unclench around the intruding vibrator pulsing against your g-spot. The vibrator suddenly ramps up to the highest setting and you squeal. Pleasure coils tight low in your belly. Your hands desperately clutch fistfuls of your skirt and your thighs tense and quiver with the strain of fighting off your impending orgasm.
When the vibrations suddenly stop, you sag into the pillows behind you, letting out a huff that's simultaneously a sigh of relief and a petulant whine at yet another stolen orgasm. You pant heavily.
âThat's it. That's my good girl, my beautiful girl,â Seungmin coos at you from the laptop in front of you.
âPlease, Minnie,â you plead - for relief or release you do not know.
âAh, ah, ah,â he tuts, smirking through the screen. âThat's not what you should be calling me, Puppy.â
âI'm sorry, Master, please,â you say, eyes lowering.
He ponders, âI don't think so,â you pout but he continues. âHold on until tomorrow, and I'll reward you. I need to go now, Pup. Be good. I love you.â
You respond in kind before ending the call and shutting the laptop. You flop backwards in the pillows, closing your eyes and letting the last dregs of arousal fade from your body.
You and Seungmin have been dating for a few years now. About a year ago you had started introducing elements of BDSM into your relationship to spice up the bedroom (not that your sex life really needed the help). While neither of you were necessarily into the 24/7 total power exchange, you enjoyed submitting to Seungmin now and again as much as he enjoyed dominating you.
Currently, he is gone for the week, traveling for schedules. Before he left, he had gifted you this vibrator which could be controlled from a long distance when synced over the wifi. He challenged you to give him control over all of your orgasms - he decided when, where, and how many you would get.
The first night, you both tested the waters. When he video called you and asked you to put the vibrator in, you were quick to comply. He cycled through the different vibration patterns and strength, watching your reactions carefully. Even through a camera lens he could read every single tell her body had; the way her lips curled, her eyelids fluttered, or muscles twitched. Taking his time, he gently edged you to two powerful orgasms - giving in easily when you begged him for release.
The second night, he sent you into overstimulation with 5 orgasms in quick succession. Through each of them, he kept the vibrator steadily thrumming on the lowest setting, never letting you come down completely. You were so sensitive after the third time you came that you couldn't even be certain your fourth and fifth climaxes were separate. You had begged him to turn the vibrator off. When you ended the call that night you were a shuddering puddle.
Each night since he has edged you ruthlessly, bringing you to the summit of your pleasure but denying your release. Sometimes he only brings you to the precipice once, like tonight. Other times, he has brought you to the edge two or three times. Tonight was the fourth night in a row of being denied and your body is wound so tightly.
You want so badly to relieve yourself but you refrain. Seungmin returns tomorrow. Surely he'll reward your obedience.
The next day, you come home from work in a terrible mood. The cafe you work at was short staffed through the entire lunch rush, a customer spilled hot coffee all over your uniform, and somehow your till came up almost $20 short. This isn't the first time money has been found missing, from your till specifically. You suspect one of your coworkers is stealing, but you have no definitive proof so you have been unable to pinpoint the person responsible. You let out a heavy sigh and run a hand through your hair. You know the money will come out of your next paycheck.
You don't need the money per say - Seungmin has been adamant that you should allow him to take care of all of the bills. You both know he makes more than enough to keep you both comfortable. It's just the principle of it. You don't want to have to rely on him to take care of you. Even if it is irrational, it makes you feel like you are taking advantage of his status as an idol.
You wish it didn't, but the whole situation stresses you out. Your racing thoughts begin jumbling in your brain and suddenly your uniform feels too tight. All of your focus shifts to your skin and the way it seems to prickle and itch. You pull uncomfortably at the fabric but you find no relief. Finally, you decide to just strip off the clothing and take a shower to rinse the day - and the coffee - away.
Even after the shower you still don't feel relaxed. You're just stressed. Tense. Wound tight like a watch spring.
You know exactly what would help release the tension and make you feel better. The past four nights of edging have definitely taken a toll on you. Itâs been years since you went this long without an orgasm. Before you and Seungmin started dating you often masturbated to help relieve your stress. And since then you haven't had to worry about taking care of those needs yourself. Seungmin's sex drive is as high, if not higher than your own.
Stepping out of the shower, you take a look at the clock on your nightstand. It's just after 3 in the afternoon. You're not expecting Seungmin back until around 7. You bite your lip as you think - 4 hours would be plenty of time for you to take your time rubbing one out and disposing of the evidence. On the other hand, Seungming would surely punish you if he found out you gave yourself an orgasm after agreeing to hand over control to him. Still, after pondering for a few minutes you decide that you could risk chasing your release and Seungmin would be none the wiser.
You drop the towel you had wrapped around yourself, grab your favorite vibrator, and climb onto the bed. You arrange the pillows against the headboard in the center of the mattress and lean back against them. In this position youâre not quite sitting up, not quite laying down. Taking a minute to just breathe and tune into your body, you rest your feet flat on the bed before letting your knees fall open.
You set the vibrator on the bed next to you and begin caressing yourself. Starting from your thighs, you slowly drag your palms up. Feeling first the soft flesh of your hips, then your belly, and finally your breasts. You let your fingertips ghost over your nipples before repeating the sequence of motions.
By your third pass, your nipples are stiff peaks and you're beginning to feel the familiar tingling between your legs. You reach for your trusty vibrator. You switch it onto the lowest setting and a quiet hum fills the room.
With one hand you play with your breast, alternating between softly squeezing the mound and teasing the nipple with your fingers. You softly pinch the nub between your thumb and forefinger - sometimes rolling it between your fingers and other times tugging it gently. The actions send soft jolts of pleasure through your body to your pussy which begins to moisten.
Continuing to play with your breast, you begin teasing your pussy with the tip of the vibrator. Tracing first the contours of your outer lips before dragging it up through your inner lips and just barely grazing the hood of your clit. You repeat the actions, slowly working your body up until your clit protrudes from its hood and slick begins to trickle from your entrance.
You turn the vibrator up and when you touch it directly to your clit you can't help the moan that escapes you. You continue to play with yourself. You alternate between dipping the vibrator into your dripping cunt to lubricate it and circling it around your clit.
You turn the vibrator up to the highest setting and throw your other arm over your eyes. When you touch it to your clit again your whole body tenses as pleasure surges through your body. You're too engrossed in the buzzing of the vibrator and your own moans to hear the front door unlock.
Just before you're about to cum, you hear a low voice at the bedroom door, âOh someone's been a very naughty Puppy.â
Startled, your eyes fly open and you let out a scream. Seungmin stands in the doorway - it seems he came home early and caught you red handed.
You know there is no way you can possibly talk your way out of this so when he drops his bag and points at his feet, you're quick to obey. You scramble off the bed and kneel at his feet. You sit back on your heels, spreading your legs a little wider than shoulder width, and place your hands on your thighs, palms down. You sit with your back straight but your eyes down cast.
Seungmin places a hand on your head affectionately, but you dare not look at him when he speaks. âIt looks like my beautiful pet has been disobedient in my absence. I think you need to be punished.â
You watch his feet disappear from your view. You hear him fetch something from the closet before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. âBe a good Pup and fetch your collar, would you?â He asks.
âYes, Master,â you reply easily. You move to stand up, but are quickly stopped with a click of his tongue. âGood pups don't walk on two legs, do they? Crawl.â
You crawl to the night stand where your collar and leash are kept. You retrieve the items, hesitating only a moment before putting them in your mouth and crawling back to Seungmin.
When you arrive, he takes the collar and sets the leash to the side. He fastens the collar around your neck, sliding two fingers under the leather to ensure it's not too tight before patting his lap. You stand up and lay yourself over his lap.
âBe honest Pup, did you cum?â he asks?
âNo, Master,â you whimper and he hums with derision.
âYou went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master,â he rubs a hand over your ass.
âWhile you technically didn't cum, you still tried to steal an orgasm from me even after giving me control of them. That doesn't seem very fair, does it, Pup?â He accentuates the question with a sharp swat.
You whimper and whisper, âNo Master, it wasn't fair.â
âVery well,â he says, âlet's start with 10 spanks. I want you to count.â He traps your legs between his own and clips the leash to the collar. He wraps the leash around one hand and uses it as leverage to keep your body flush to his legs. With his other hand he begins delivering the spanks.
You dutifully count and by the time 10 is reached, tears are leaking from your eyes, and your ass is a rosy pink that radiates heat. However, there is an undeniable heat pulsing between your legs too.
Seungmin gently teases a few fingers through your folds. âYou're soaked, Pup. I think you liked your punishment.â You don't respond, verbally, but you push your hips back into his hand, chasing his touch.
âMy good girl,â he praises, âyou did so well. Get up on the bed, I have another present for you.â
Doing as you were told, you climb onto the bed and present yourself on your hands and knees. There's a brief pause before he moves behind you. You hear the click of a bottle cap before you feel the cold sensation of lube being drizzled over your anus. You jolt a little at the temperature but he is quick to soothe you.
This is far from the first time the two of you have experimented with anal toys, but he still takes his time opening you up. First with one finger; then two as he scissors them apart. When he's satisfied you're stretched enough, you feel the familiar pressure of a plug being pressed against your opening. You slowly exhale and push out slightly, allowing the plug to slide in easier.
When itâs fully seated, you clench around it. It feels different. Heavier. You move your hips experimentally and feel it move with you. âYou got me a tail, Master?â
âSure did, Pup, and you look so good with it. You look exactly like a bitch in heat, presenting your glistening folds to me.â
You moan sinfully and arch your back more. âPlease Master, fuck me! Breed me!â you plead.
Seungmin wastes no more time. You hear the clink of his belt and the swish of fabric before you feel the bed dip behind you. He sheaths himself into your warm, wet heat with a single thrust and your mouth opens in a silent scream.
âFuck, Pup,â he grunts. âYou're so warm and tight.â
He pulls back almost all the way and thrusts back in. It feels like there's a tangled knot of pleasure deep inside your walls from all your denied orgasms. The way he drives his cock into that knot with every single thrust has you seeing stars. Pleasure quickly overrides your senses. Every thought bleeding from your mind except for one. Need to cum!
âIs Puppy going dumb on Master's cock?â He teases. âDoes dumb Puppy need to cum?â
His words shake something loose in your brain. âYes- yes- yes! Please!â You chant with every thrust of his cock. âPlease, Min! Please M-m-master!â
With one hand digging into your hip, he wraps the leash around the other and tugs backward just enough to pull your head up, restricting your breathing slightly. As you grow lightheaded you hear him say âcumâ and you let go, a feeling of euphoria washing over you.
Your vision whites out and all you can hear is the roaring of the blood rushing through your head. It feels like all your muscles contract along with your vaginal muscles. Your pussy clamps down on Seungminâs dick like a vice, milking every drop of his cum. A combination of his release and your own spurts out around his cock with the force of your climax.
You feel like you're floating and your arms give out beneath you. Before you can fall face first into the bed, Seungmin catches you. He gently pulls out and maneuvers you both so he's laying down with you on his chest. He gently rubs his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings like âgood pup, beautiful, good girl.â
It's several minutes until your wits and motor function return for the both of you to clean up.
Seungmin runs you a bath and then changes the sheets. As you soak in the bath you wonder - was that really punishment, or was it perhaps reward?
#mirohsaurorasociety#neverendingdreams#stray kids fanfic#stray kids ff#stray kids smut#kim seungmin smut#kim seungmin x reader#pali-writes-atiny-bit
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the road not taken 05 | myg
part five: new year's eve
Summary: The timer is counting down and it's finally time to confront Yoongi.
<part four part six>
âpairing: lawyer!yoongi x actress!oc
ârating: +18
âgenre: brother's best friend, one sided pinning (or both?)
âwarnings/tags: slow burn, angst, FLUFF â¤ď¸âđŠš, eventual smut, sexual tension!!!!! flashbacks, mentions of sex đBtw english is not my first language!
âwords: 12.2k
âa/note: hi friends!!! i know i said i was going to go crazy with the word count but i had to divide the chapter because this part was going to have 25k words otherwise?? anyway!!! i went through ten different mental breakdows while writing this, i doubted myself like fifty times, but i enjoyed writing it sososo much, i hope you enjoy reading it as well!! like always, you are invited to discuss this part in the asks, feedback is always welcomed đ¤ .
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Four years ago.
New Yearâs eve.Â
You had lost count of the amount of times Minnie rolled her eyes, groaned or threw her hands in the air in the last two hours, but you were sure it was the same amount of times that you closed your eyes and sighed, trying to remain calm. She was sitting at the desk of your room, finishing her make-up for the New Yearâs party as she listened to you list every detail of the last time you saw Yoongi, two days ago.Â
Minnie, not minding being hyperbolic, openly expressed that she thought that âYoongi was a psychopathâ for inviting to watch When Harry Met Sally, a movie whose main premise were two friends who are in love with each other but do not realize it. Then she proceeded to call him similar things, like he was crazy for grabbing your hand on the way home and borderline insane for not kissing you when he left you at the door of your home. You tried to agree with her, but you were too busy trying to keep your food down, fearing that you might vomit at the thought of confronting Yoongi tonight.Â
Needless to say, you were nervous. You had promised Minnie that, for your own sake, you would finally tell Yoongi to stop playing games and tell you what he really wanted with you tonight. You invited him to the party, hoping he would turn you down, thinking he probably had better plans with other friends, but he said yes, and now you were obligated to stand up to him.Â
âThis is not my size.â You complained, observing yourself in the mirror as you pulled from the hem of your dress, attempting to cover your butt.Â
Your friend looked away from the tiny mirror in her hands to scan your body. You turned around, showing her the tiny black dress she let you borrow.Â
Minnie looked at you like you were joking. âIt literally fits you like a glove.â She said, standing up from her seat to take a better look at you.Â
The dress was fine, it hugged your waist, your hips and every good part of your body, but you were too aware of it, you werenât used to wearing dresses like this.Â
âWhat about my boobs?â You asked, covering up your chest with your hands.
âWhat about them? They look beautiful!â She exclaimed, and grabbed your hands to out them away.
You laughed âArenât they too out?âÂ
âTheyâre perfectly out.â She responded, taking a good look at them âLike, enough, not too much and not too little, you know? If I had your boobs, I would display them just like that.âÂ
You smiled like that was the biggest compliment a girl could ever hear. âThank you Minnie.â You said, a little more relieved âI donât know what I would do without you here.â
âYou would be completely lost, Iâm telling you.â She said, grabbing her jacket from her bed and her bag âAre we ready to go now?â
You reached for your phone, hoping to find a message from Yoongi saying that he was already here but it was not necessary, a second later you heard the motor of his car being parked in front of your house.Â
âThatâs him.â You informed your friend, making her jump in her place like a little kid.Â
âFine, letâs waste no time.âÂ
You grabbed your jacket, already knowing it would be of no use in the freezing cold of the night, and left your house to meet Yoongi.Â
When you closed the door, you heard Minnie let out a little gasp, which made you look up at her.
"What?" you asked her, feeling her elbow dig into your ribs as she pointed at the sidewalk with her chin.
You turned around, meeting the sight of Yoongi, casually leaned over his car as he waited for you in the dark night. He was wearing his long black coat with his signature shirt, this time in black, his hair was slightly messy, the way youâve always liked, and when he caught the first glimpse of your face he smiled, waving at you.Â
âOh, myâŚâ Minnie sighed, bringing her hand up to her face, fanning herself. âIs that the man whoâs taking you home tonight?âÂ
"Shut up," You muttered through gritted teeth, waving back at Yoongi.Â
âIs your mom coming home tonight, sweetheart?â She kept going âIf I were you, I would tell her to stay somewhere else. You know, in case you and your boyâŚâ
âMinnie, heâs gonna hear you.â You warned her, but she just laughed.Â
Still, in the back of your mind, you considered Minnieâs concern; no, your mom wasnât coming home tonight, but you didnât need to be thinking about that at all.Â
âLooking nice, ladies.â said Yoongi as you were making your way to his car.
âLikewise, gentleman.â Minnie answered âDo we have a resolution for the new year?â
Yoongi smirked, âYes, we do.â
Your friend clicked her tongue, winking at you both and got into the back seat of Yoongiâs car, leaving the two of you alone.Â
There was a moment of silence, like he was waiting to hear the sound of the car door closing, and then, he whistled. âYouâre all dolled up.â He noted, sneaking his hand under your jacket and grabbing you by your waist over your dress, pulling you closer to him.Â
âIs that bad?â You frowned, pretended to be annoyed.Â
âMaybe.â He considered âWhat if someone tries to steal my date?âÂ
You snorted, softly punching his chest. âOh, shut up.â You sassed âI canât get rid of you, Iâve tried already.â
Yoongi bit his bottom lip, failing to hide a smile. âYou look very pretty, thatâs all Iâm saying.âÂ
By now, youâd think you could handle these kinds of commentsâhis lingering touches, or the way his eyes seemed to silently ask for a kissâbut you couldnât. Your heart still jumped, your palms still grew sweaty, and your face still burned. Yet, you forced a smile as if youâd heard it a thousand times from countless men, as if he was nothing special.
âWell, you donât look too bad yourself.â You patted him on the back, pulling away from him to go around the car to the passenger seat.Â
Yoongiâs gaze trailed over you as he turned to face you across the roof of the car, his eyes following every movement.
âBy the way,â He wondered, stopping you before you could open the door âWhat do you mean that youâve tried?â
You stopped for a moment, trying to understand what he meant, but you were immediately reminded of your previous comment. How clueless he was, he had no idea the amount of times you tried to exile him from your life with no success, the thought of him always crawled back to you as if he belonged there. Tonight you should be in your bed, or going to some other party to drink your weight in alcohol to try to fulfill the purpose of banishing him from your mind, but, like a thousand times before, you were with him.Â
You ignored his question, bursting into laughter as you got inside the car.Â
Yoongi stood there for a moment, hearing the echoes of your laugh across the street, tempted to chase the sound. What a shame, if you hadn't gotten into the car so quickly, you might have seen the stars reflecting in his eyes, the look that only a fool would mistake for anything other than love.
Present
The thing about small towns like yours was that they hardly ever changedâlike the park in front of Minnieâs apartment, with its wooden benches and the path of trees leading to the fountain in the center, which had stopped working years ago. The never changing look of your hometown was one of the main things that made you want to leave it behind, it was ridiculous to admit how relieved you were now that everything was still the same as the last time you were here.Â
You set your bags down on the floor of your friendâs home and gazed out the window, watching the wind drag yellow and orange leaves, swirling them across the street until they crashed against the tall wooden doors of a building you recognized as The Alley. You remembered how, when you were younger, Minnie used to live fifteen minutes from there, but once she became an adult, she jumped at the chance to move directly across the street, staying as close as she could. You figured that people in small towns hardly ever changed either.
There was not much difference between the Minnie you knew when you were a teenager and the Minnie you knew in the present, she was still always at The Alley, except she was the one who called the shots nowadays. Over the years she gained the trust of the owners and now she was in charge of keeping everything in order, helping organize every activity and every area every day of the week, so you frowned when you saw that it was closed, especially in October, which was the most exciting month in The Alley; the Halloween plays, the Halloween movies and the Halloween parties were your favorite part of the year.Â
âIs The Alley closed?â You asked, turning around to see Minnie as she stuck her head in her fridge trying to look for something to eat. Your friend let you stay at her apartment for as long as you needed; it was the least she could do, considering she always crashed at your place in the city and acted like it was her own whenever she had to work there.Â
âUh⌠yeah. Itâs a whole thing.â She sighed. âIt has all of us stressed out.â
âWhy, what happened?â You walked over to her, sitting on one of the stools of her kitchen.Â
âThe buildingâs having some issues with its infrastructure for some time now and itâs costing a lot of money.â She explained, grabbing a cup of yogurt and a spoon to place it in front of you as if that were dinner. âWe thought it was just a few things, like the electricity and the plumbing, but the more we look into it, the more problems we find.â
Your frown deepened, more confused than before. The Alley had been an old building for years and years, there was always a thing or two that had to be repaired, but you never thought it was that bad. âThatâs why itâs closed?â You continued to ask.Â
âThatâs not the only reason. We had three inspections since the beginning of the year and none of them looked any good, weâre suspecting the town council might want to close it.â She rolled her eyes, but you could feel the hurt in her words.Â
âClose it?â You repeated it, feeling something stung in your chest âJust like that? Is it that bad?âÂ
âWell, yes.â She affirmed, trying to appear composed but the discouragement filled her voice âUnless we fix the whole place, of course, but the repairs cost too much, so itâs going to take some time.â
âThat sounds ridiculous, Minnie. What does Sid think?â You inquired. Sid was one of the owners of The Alley and the only one who was active in the community, he trusted Minnie with the management of the place more than anyone else.Â
âThat prick.â She bitterly spat âDonât even mention him, heâs acting like a jerk lately, heâs too old and too tired of running the place, heâs leaving everything to me. Iâm trying to handle it with some other people but itâs too much. Thatâs why weâre closed, weâre opening just three days a week but thatâs slowing down the process of collecting money.âÂ
âOh, Minnie. Thatâs horrible.â You lamented âWhy am I just finding out about this now? Why didn't you tell me anything?âÂ
âItâs okay, sweetheart, itâs not your fault.â She tried to wave off âYou were busy and too sad to hear any of my problems, I didnât want to bother with stupid stuff.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You said, shaking your head âItâs not stupid, are you nuts? I could never be too busy or sad to hear you. How come youâve been carrying all of this without telling me?â
The feeling of guilt flooded your chest, filling with regret your whole body. You knew you were being a bad sister and a bad daughter, but you didnât realize you were being a bad friend as well. If closing The Alley sounded horrible to you, you couldnât imagine how bad mustâve felt for Minnie, who had dedicated most of her life to the place.â
âI mean it, baby, you donât have to feel bad.â She assured you, squeezing your hand âMy headâs been a mess lately, I was going to tell you eventually.â
âBut itâs not okay, Minnie.â You insisted. âYou couldâve told me how you were feeling, I mean, The Alley is your whole life, there has to be another way.â
âYes, thatâs what I keep telling myself, there has to be another way! And Iâm trying to think of one, but when I think Iâm close to finding a solution, my head starts to smoke.â She huffed.Â
You felt your heart clenching, Minnie was always trying to see the good side of things, youâve never seen her so let down about something, especially something she cared about deeply. You both went silent, processing all the information for a minute. You wished you could do something, not only for your friend, but for the place where you had grown up, you couldnât phantom the idea of The Alley disappearing, it was home of so many outcasts, it was your home for most of your teenage years, you felt like part of you was still on those walls.Â
âHave you thought about talking with a lawyer?â You asked, like some lightbulb lighted up above your head. âYou know, I can talk with my brother if youâd like, he could help you save time.â
Minnieâs expression suddenly changed, she raised her eyebrows and slightly opened her mouth in surprise, but it wasnât because of your offering, it was for something else, you just didnât know what.
âOh, no, honey. Donât worry, itâs not necessary.â She rushed to say.Â
âHow come it is not necessary?â You questioned. âMinnie, a lawyer is essential for this kind of stuff. Iâm sure that Simon could give you some advice, if the situation is not good he could arrange a meeting with the council or something like that.â
You could see her doubting, the hesitating look on her face, looking at her hands as she tried to say something but couldnât.
âYou know that money is not a problem, I could talk to him about it.â You insisted, assuming that money was the reason for her doubt, she already said that they were struggling with the repair, you assumed that hiring a lawyer was too expensive to even consider.Â
Minnie pursed her lips, âItâs not about the money, actually.â She said, looking away from you. âAnd thank you, baby, itâs just that⌠uhm, we already consulted a lawyer.âÂ
You sat straight in your chair âOh, really?â You uttered, surprised. âWhat did they say?â
Your friend stood up from her seat, wandering around the kitchen while looking for something in the cabinets âHeâs going through the documents for now, handling the legal stuff.â She trailed off, and you felt she was leaving something out. No, you didnât understand a thing about law, but you could use a bit more information about the situation. Â
âHow did you meet him?â You asked, curious. âDo you know if heâs any good? You know, I donât trust lawyers.â
Your comment meant to be a joke, but the girl in front of you didnât seem to catch it. Her tone suddenly changed âThe only reason we have a lawyer is because it is a voluntary thing, so we donât have to pay him. Otherwise, we would be lost, we couldnât possibly afford a lawyer.â She went on, avoiding your question.Â
âA voluntary thing? You mean he is doing it for free?â You frowned, dismissing the fact that she didnât answer what you asked, or even laughed at your attempt at a joke. âWhy?â
âHeâs from⌠here and really likes the place, I guess.âÂ
âHeâs from here and really likes the place?â You repeated, confused, you didnât know many lawyers, but you were sure that was not reason enough to work for free. Minnie just hummed, not caring much to explain. âDo I know him?â The question resonated in the room, followed by a dead silence. As your friend pretended to be busy, taking the glasses out of the dishwasher and putting them back in their place, your words hung in the air, unanswered. âMinnie?â
âYes?â You heard her voice.Â
âWho is he?â You asked again, but your gut told you that you already had an answer for that.
She turned back, looking at you with a warning look. âIf I tell you, are you going to be mad at me?â
âWhy would I be mad at you?â You questioned, already feeling upset. You knew way too many reasons to be mad at that question.
âIâm not telling you, then.â She said, taking your answer as a yes.
âIf you donât tell me who you hired as a lawyer, I will start screaming.â You threatened like a little kid, pointing at her with the spoon as if it were a gun.Â
âOkay, no need to scream.â She tried to persuade you.
âMinnieâŚâÂ
âIâll tell you, but you must know that it wasnât my decision alone.â Minnie took a step back from you, with her hands in the air. âAnd that I would have never said yes if we had to pay him, we barely have any money! How could I say no? Besides, he helps on the weekends with the repairs, heâs great with plumbing and everyone likes him, the guys adore him, the girls love him, everyone had already agreed before I could say a word, you understand-?
âMinnie!â You stopped her, waving your hands in the air âYou are rambling, what are you saying?â
The redhead in front of you took a deep breath, composing herself. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry.â She breathed out âItâs just that Yoongi offered to advise us for free, and then he went on toâŚ-â
The name ringed in your ears the same way it did when you mother mentioned the dinner the other night, the same way it did when you brother couldnât stop mentioning his name the night you stayed at his house, the same way his voice interrupted the silence when he came looking for you in your motherâs backyard, only this time it came from your best friendâs mouth.
âYoongi!?â You suddenly yelled, making her flinch. âWhat do you mean by Yoongi!?â
Minnie took another step back, afraid that you would use the spoon in your hand to take her eyes out.Â
âGod, donât be mad at me.â She pleaded, with her hands clasped together and her fingers intertwined as if she was begging for forgiveness.
You crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head in disbelief. One thing was not to tell you of the fact that the town wanted to close The Alley because she was stressed and too tired to talk about it, and a completely different thing was not telling you that Yoongi, the only man who ever broke your heart, was involved, trying to ignore the fact that it was the place where you grew up. You couldnât believe your friend didnât tell you that Yoongi was trying to help to save the place that was directly connected to you and him.Â
âIs that why you didnât tell me?âÂ
âNo, that was not the reason.â She tried to deny, but the second you raised an eyebrow, she backtracked âI mean, not at first, but I was telling the truth!â
âHalf the truth!â You accused her.Â
âOkay, fine!â She threw her hands in the air, resigned. âHalf the truth, I admit it.â
âBut why?â You insisted.
âIâm sorry, sweetheartâ She cried â I donât know⌠I was afraid you wouldnât like the idea of him being involved in it.â
âI mean, it doesnât sound thrilling, but I would want to know that it was happening, I donât care if Yoongi was helping you with it.â
âI know, I knowâŚâ She trailed off, but there was still something she was keeping from you. Her gaze was fixed on her hands, she didnât dare to look you in the eye. âItâs justâŚâ
âWhat?â You kept asking âCâmon, Minnie⌠You donât seriously think Iâm still hurt by it, do you?â
The words came out of your mouth afraid to sound unsure, and the look she gave you finished to confirm it.
âWell, no-â
âAre you kidding? Itâs been years, how could you think Iâm still resentful?â
She raised an eyebrow the same way you did a second ago to accuse her, wondering if you were joking or not. âDonât play dumb with me, you hate his guts.â
âI donât hate his guts.â You scoffed, doing a very bad job at lying. In front of you there was the same woman who saw you crying for Yoongi all those years ago, the only person who you could talk shit about him with, you couldnât pretend you were suddenly the most forgiving person when she was the only one who knew how much he hurt you.Â
Minnie laughed, making it clear that she didnât believe you one word. âYeah, sure.â
âOkay, maybe I still hate his guts.â You conceded âBut that doesnât mean I canât tolerate him.â
You could feel Minnieâs eyes scanning every feature of your face, you could feel the weight of her doubt in the air. How could you convince her that you werenât annoyed by Yoongi helping her when you didnât even know the answer yourself? âIs that right?â She said, taking a step closer to you. You just nodded, but you didnât know if that was even true. âSo you wouldnât mind, letâs say, being in the same room as him?â
âOf course not.â You replied right away, trying to appear confident. âWasnât I in the same room as him just a few days ago?â
âYes, you were, youâre right.â She acknowledged âIn that case, letâs say I believe you.â
âYes, because Iâm telling the truth.â You said in the same condescending tone she was using.
âAnd letâs say that I believe that you are more than capable of putting aside everything that happened between you and Yoongi just for the sake of The Alley.â
âThatâs right.â You nodded, with your arms crossed over your chest.Â
âAnd if I were to ask you to help me with The Alley because youâre famous and you would help us raise a bunch of money, would you say yes even if Yoongi is there, helping too?â
You scoffed, a nervous laugh escaped you, thinking she was joking. But as you scanned her face for even the slightest hint of jest, a cold realization settled in your gutâshe was completely serious.
âYou have to call my agent for that kind of stuff, you know that?â You tried to joke, but she was not backing down.Â
âIâm not joking!â She pleaded âI was planning to ask you for a long time, but I didnât know that you would want to do it since Yoongi is always around, but if youâre telling me you donât care about himâŚâ
You close your eyes shut. âItâs not only Yoongi- I mean, itâs not about him at allâ You corrected yourself âI would love to help The Alley in all the ways I can, but Iâm not sure if I want to play the superstar role right now.â
She nodded, immediately understanding âItâs fine, I get it, but Iâm not asking you to play the superstar role, Iâm asking you to be the girl I knew all my life, the one whoâs passionate about theater and loves The Alley as much as me.â
A genuine smile spread across your face, feeling a warm feeling blossoming in your chest. âAnd the girl whoâs also famous and would help you raise a bunch of money?â
She scoffed, âWell, you happen to be all of that too, isnât that great?â You rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile. âLook, Iâm not saying that you should say yes right now, but you should at least go with me this friday and I can show you some of my ideas, what do you say?â
Friday was just four days away, that was not enough time for you to decide anything, but because you loved Minnie, and you loved The Alley, and honestly, because you didnât have anything better to do, you agreed to think about it, only for now. âFine, Friday it is.â
Four years ago.
New Yearâs eve.Â
The last night of the year always felt as if something was about to change, even if it never did. You clung to that feeling of hope, as if time were real, as if the sun and the stars ruled your life and you werenât the only one capable of controlling it, at least that way you werenât able to blame yourself for feeling like something was missing when you came home at six in the morning, drunk and hopeless.Â
Change, future, and love were becoming curse words in your vocabulary, and if you saw a shooting star tonight, you would wish to forget any meaning you had ever learned about them. But if you stood in the street tonight, shaking in the cold winter air as you looked up at the dark sky, waiting for someone to give you all the answers, you feared your life would be wasted. Your life wasnât ruled by the stars, it was ruled by you, it was about time for you to realize.
Tonight you didnât need the universe to tell you what to do, what you needed was a drink or two to gather the courage to confront Yoongi, but the second you entered the silver room with the silver lights, you heard some sappy song from the 2000âs and for a second you almost forgot about his hands holding yours, or perhaps you were just desperately trying to.Â
âCâmon,â He called you, grabbing your hand to walk you to the dance floor âyou must dance! Or theyâll kick you out.âÂ
You laughed and rolled your eyes, but followed him as he made his way through the sea of people to reach the center of the dance floor. The room was packed, it smelled like cigarettes, weed and perfume mixed together, there was a huge contrast between the cold weather outside and the heavy and humid air from inside. Minnie was lost somewhere else, she was part of the committee that organized the party and wanted to check that everything was exactly as she planned it, so you and Yoongi were now alone, again.Â
Time spent with Minnie had a way of dissolving the anxieties that once clung to you when you first visited The Alley after coming home, you were no longer afraid of being recognized, in fact, when you came here the other day to watch When Harry Met Sally and some old friends recognized you, you didnât try to run away, you took a second to hug them and catch up, you were also surprised to find out that none of them hated you like your imagination made you believe they did. Turns out, people grow up and grow apart and there was nothing bad with that. It was always a desire of yours to run away from this town, but only if you could make sure that you could return to The Alley anytime you wanted, it was a relief to know that now you could.Â
You had missed it, the parties, the music, the ten disco balls on the ceiling and those moments where the room was so dark no one could see how badly you were dancing, except those few lights that were were still shining in your eyes the same way your dress did every time Yoongi twirled you around. He didnât miss any of that, he was paying attention, he observed your eyes, your nose, your lips, the way the straps of your dress rested gently on your collarbones, your body and your waist, his hands on your hips, how he couldnât keep them away from you and how you wished you could just ignore it.
Yoongi was not shy, he was never shy when you were alone and tonight, even if you were in a room full with people, it felt like you were. He was dancing like you were the only one watching him, he laughed, he winked at you and drew you closer to him to whisper things in your ear in the middle of songs. You danced in the only way you knew: shamelessly, and when Yoongi said he needed some air you promised him to go outside with him for a moment, you were sweaty, your hair was sticking to the back of your neck and you knew you needed to check your lipstick in a mirror, but only after finishing dancing to Rock âNâ Roll Star by Oasis.Â
If there was a way in the universe that could stop the turmoil of your mind, that would be dancing, and it was working like a charm.
When the song was about to end, you began making your way out of the dance floor, but you immediately changed your mind when you heard the first chords of Sex on Fire blasting from the speakers. You stopped in your tracks, yanking Yoongiâs hand and making his body crash into yours.Â
âStop!â You yelled âWe canât not dance to this song.â
âPinkyâŚâ He whined, trying to complain, but you were already beginning to walk backwards, intertwining your fingers with his.
âYou have to dance with me!â You insisted âYou know this one!â
His lips curled into a mischievous smirk, the kind that could only promise trouble.Â
How lucky you were that Minnie wasnât around. If she had seen the way you were looking at Yoongi at that moment, she would have slapped you in the face to snap you out of it. You were aware that you had an initial plan and that you werenât anywhere near to pulling it off, you were aware that you were running off of excuses and that time wasnât going to be on your side for much longer, but was it too much to ask for a few more moments like this? Those glimpses of something else, those evanescent instants where you didnât have to wonder why you were dancing to this song with someone who was supposed to be your friend, with his lips threatening to brush with yours, his fingertips on your back, and his gaze fixed on you. You could hear your heart begging you to kiss him and your mind pleading you not to, but the only thing you understood was the way Yoongi sang each word to your face, so close you could explode.Â
You giggled and jumped to the rhythm of the song and sang back, forgetting all the words you practiced with Minnie, and all the things Minnie said and all the things you promised to do tonight. If you were to put an end to this now, you could at least have this moment.Â
âWhat is that?â Yoongi asked, observing you approaching him with a drink in your hands.Â
Going back to your own words, you hadnât had much to drink tonight, you were too busy dancing or maybe it was the unbearable knot in your stomach that didnât allow you to even think of alcohol before ending up throwing up. Ultimately, you decided to stay sober, this was only your second drink of the night and it was offered by Minnie, who you just encountered at the bar a few minutes ago. She yelled at the bartender, ordering a drink for both you and Yoongi. With a wink, she added two straws to the cup and playfully nudged you back towards the dance floor.
âItâs sex on the beach.â You mumbled without making eye contact with him. At least no one could say Minnie wasnât funny. âA present from Minnie.âÂ
âTwo straws?â Yoongi said, leaning forward to sip the drink through one of the straws. âIsnât she a matchmaker?âÂ
Well, he had no idea.Â
âBuddy, if you want another drink you should buy it yourself.â You scoffed, drinking from the other straw. âYou are the one whoâs been drinking water the whole night.â
âI have plenty of things that I need to do tonight, I have to be sober.âÂ
âPlenty of things?â You questioned âLike what?â
You joined Yoongi as he leaned against the wall, holding the cup between the two of you.Â
âLike driving you home.â He replied âWhat would Lila say about me if I show up drunk.â
âYou never get drunk. You have the highest tolerance.â You laughed. âAnd even if you did, my mom would say that I was the one who got you drunk.â
âAnd maybe it would be true,â he snarked, leaning in with a playful grin, his lips brushing close to your ear. âI would tell her that you forced me to dance so much that the only way I could keep up was by drinking all the beer from the bar.â
âThat doesnât make any sense,â you huffed, digging your elbow into his ribs to push him away. âBut I bet she would believe anything you say.â
Yoongi smiled, cocky âI bet she would, yeah.â You rolled your eyes, taking another long sip of the drink before feeling your throat slightly burning. âWhatâs up with the slow music?â
You looked around, seeing a few couples slowly dancing in the middle of the room. The lights were red and Fade Into You by Mazzy Star was playing softly, the dance floor was less packed, you thought it could only mean it was about to be midnight.Â
You grabbed Yoongiâs wrist to draw it closer to your face so you could check the hour on his watch. âItâs about to be midnight.â You announced. âThey start playing love songs before midnight.â
âWhy love songs?â He questioned.
 âSo you can find the person you want to give your first kiss of the year.â
âIsnât that a bit cheesy?â he teased, tilting his head with a smirk.
âOf course it is.â You said, chucking âThatâs the point.â
Yoongi nodded and set his cup down on a nearby table, extending his hand toward you. âFine, letâs dance then.â
You observed his hand extended to you, a bit hesitant. âYou slow dance, too?âÂ
âTonight I do.â He revealed. You had no other option but to take his hand.
Youâve never been to a New Yearâs party at The Alley, but since Minnie was heavily involved in the preparations you knew a thing or two about how it went down. When the lights turned yellow and Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer suddenly began playing, you knew you were just a few minutes away from the New Year.Â
You had never been much of a slow dancer, so you were not sure what to do, but Yoongi seemed to have no problem with it, he led the way without making you look pathetic. You knew he had more experience with romantic scenarios than you, and even if youâd had your share of romantic relationships, it all went down to boring boyfriends, bad boyfriends, and boys who didnât want to be your boyfriend at all. As he laid his hands on your waist and his soft gaze upon you, you couldnât help but wonder if this was a romantic moment at allânothing had ever been as close as this.
âSo⌠did you have fun?â You asked him, grabbing his shoulder in an attempt to keep yourself steady.
âI am having fun.â He emphasized, âWhy are you asking as if the night is already ending?âÂ
âI donât know.â You said, a playful glint in your eyes. âI guess because... I always get the feeling that youâre about to slip away.â
He raised an eyebrow, moving slowly to the rhythm, pulling you with him. âSlip away?â he wondered.
âOh, you know, youâre the kind of guy who slips away.â You smiled softly, enjoying the look of confusion on his face.
âI donât know what that means.â He laughed.
âI mean⌠the guy who people always expect but always leaves early.â You tried to explain, but that didnât do much for Yoongiâs understanding.
âDo you think I always leave early?â He inquired, making you laugh.Â
âYou leave early sometimes.â You confirmed âMost times.âÂ
âWell, I donât quite enjoy parties.â He confessed, but you already knew that. When you were younger, you always followed Simon to parties. He tried so hard not to get annoyed at his little sister; annoying him was supposed to be your job. And as fun as it sounded, you were never really there for Simon, but to catch a glimpse of his best friend. Of course you soon learned that hanging out with Yoongi at your house was much more entertaining than observing him flirting with the prettiest girl of the party just to watch him leave with her an hour later. If you ever found Yoongi at a party, it was most likely because Simon dragged him to it, you guessed you werenât so different from your brother.Â
âWhat about this one?â You teased him âAre you leaving this party early?âÂ
 âMmm, no.â He shook his head âI wonât be disappearing tonight.â
âIs that so?â You asked, and he nodded, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for a moment. âWhatâs different tonight?âÂ
For an instant, Yoongi's gaze drifted around the room, as though searching for a reason to stay, before finally settling back on you.
âYou, maybe.â He asserted calmly, his voice steady.
You laughed nervously, feeling your chest tighten. âWhat about me?âÂ
âNothing, you look really pretty.â He simply said. âI wouldnât leave a party if youâre looking this pretty.âÂ
Your breath got caught in your throat âYoongiâŚâ you whispered, but he could hear your voice just right.Â
âHmm?â He hummed.
âStop thatâŚâ Your voice came out weak as you placed a hand on his chest, attempting to create some distance between your body and his. Yet, with his hand resting on your lower back, he gently drew you closer once again.
âStop what?â he dared to ask,
Thatâthis, whatever you had going on, whatever was happening between you and himâhad gotten to a point of no return. All the cards seemed to be on the table, but you still couldnât bring yourself to give a name to it. Yes, you could see it, you could feel it, but you were still afraid.
âNothing, never mind,â you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
âCâmon, tell me,â he coaxed, cupping your cheek with one hand. A teasing smirk danced on his lips, making you want to punch him, but the hand you meant to push him away with gradually glided down his chest instead.
âThat thing youâve been doing.â You murmured, tilting your head to lean into his touch.
âWhat?â He scoffed, âWhat thing Iâve been doing?âÂ
âExactly that.â You pointed out. âStop playing dumb with me.âÂ
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He said with a mocking tone on his voice.Â
You slightly punch his chest with your fist âThat, too.â You pouted, feeling his thumb grazing over your jaw. âYouâre trying to drive me crazy, stop that.âÂ
âAm I doing that?â He smirked, the amusement in his eyes clear as he watched for your reaction. âHow exactly?âÂ
âDonât piss me offâŚâ You threatened, as if your threats had any value when you were wrapped in his arms, when your voice sounded so weak.
âYouâre incredible, really.â He said âArenât you the one whoâs trying to drive me crazy?â
You blinked, clearly not grasping the situation.
âWhat are you talking about?â You demanded to know.Â
Yoongi bit his lip, holding back a smile âPinkyâŚâ He said like it was obvious, but everything was a blur, a cloud of smoke surrounding the both of you.Â
âYoongiâŚâ You spoke in the same tone as him.Â
âWhat? Am I insane or am I just imagining you pulling me in just to push me away later?â His words didnât sound harsh, but there was a hint of resignation in his voice. You couldnât help but frown deeply, bewildered.Â
âAre you serious? Iâm not doing that.â You said, feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment. The truth was that you werenât even sure if you were doing that or not, but you were not willing to admit it. âYouâre the one playing games with me.âÂ
He chuckled, shaking his head in denial âIâm not playing any games with you.âÂ
âReally?â You snickered, bitterly, but he was quick to deny it. âNot one?âÂ
âNo, not one.â He assured you, confidently.
âYeah, sure.â
âWhat games am I playing, you say?âÂ
âYou know what Iâm talking about.â You tried to dismiss it, too embarrassed to say it out loud.Â
âYou are not being very communicative with me, Pinky.âÂ
You scrunched your nose, it was only a matter of time for him to start annoying you âYouâŚ-âÂ
âI?...â
You rolled your eyes. âYou know what you did.âÂ
âI actually, no, I donât know what I did.â He jested.Â
âYoongi, you tried to kiss me!â You blurted out, your words tumbling over each other. âBefore Christmas, you tried to kiss me and a second later you acted like nothing happened.â
âNo-â He tried to defend himself, but you were quick to interrupt him.Â
âYes! You acted like I imagined everything.â You kept accusing, âYou keep leaving me stranded, wondering if I just went mad!âÂ
You felt your heart racing with each word you spoke, but Yoongi was unphased, completely calm, you could even see a glimpse of amusement sparkling in his eyes.
âPinky, I did want to kiss you.â He admitted with a tranquil smile, as if sharing a simple truth âYou werenât imagining it, I wanted to kiss you so many times, I still do.â
It was like someone was playing a bad joke on you; the proximity of his face, the weight of his words, his gentle touch all over your body, it only made your breath hitch, your heart skip a beat, you felt like you were floating in the air in a different dimension, because this could not be real. It was like a force of habit, you couldnât believe something good was happening to you even if it was right in front of your face.
âThen, why didnât you do it?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, surprised that you had mustered the courage to wonder that out loud. âWhy didnât you come looking for me after?â
âI always come back to you, are you kidding?â he replied, chuckling softly, though his gaze held an unexpected seriousness. âBut you looked horrified, that day in your grandmotherâs house you stormed out, you ran away, what was I supposed to do?â
You couldnât recall that day without feeling a chill running down your whole body. The sole memory of your bodies pressing against each other, his deep voice, his dark eyes and the embarrassing moment when you had to open the door to find your mother standing there was enough to keep you awake at night. The only option you had was to run away, you thought it was only logical, but now you felt your whole face burning red as Yoongi accused you of running away from him.
âWell, because youâŚ! â you dug your finger into his chest, exasperatedly trying to find the right words to put on a good fight. âYou confuse me!â
âDo I?â He mocked you. âAm I confusing you?â
âYes, you do!â you argued, ignoring his implications âYou say and do all these things, you grab my hand, ask me to run away with you, you try to kiss me and then-âÂ
âAnd then what?â He snapped, making you swallow your words âAnd then I give in, donât I?â
âNo!â You protested, squinting your eyes. âYou disappear, you come back, you leave, you leave me hanging, you confuse me. How can I know what it is when I donât know what you want, when it seems that you donât even know what you want?â
âIâm not trying to confuse you, I know exactly what I want.â He laughed without humor.Â
âAnd whatâs that?â You demanded, frustration boiling over.
âPinky, I know that there have been people around you that tried to make you believe that you werenât good enough, but that itâs simply not me.â He said âI want you, is that so difficult to believe?â Â
You opened your mouth to respond, but your thoughts were a mess. âThatâs not- ThatsâŚ!â Your words tangled, and now you were barely making any sense.
âThatâs the truth, I grab your hand, try to kiss you and when you push me away I come back home just to dream of you all night, convincing myself that Iâm not completely insane.â He paused, his gaze locked onto yours, as if begging you to understand.
You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head as if that would somehow clear the storm of emotions swirling inside you. His confession was overwhelming, every word sinking into your chest. You felt your head spinning, you couldnât process all those words, not when your heart was threatening to escape from your chest and his hands were still on your face, demanding you to look at him.Â
âBecause thatâs what Iâve been doing since last summer, asking myself if I lost my headâ He continued âAnd, Pinky, thatâs not even the worst part. The worst part is that I have to be okay with it. Because I would rather watch you all night wearing that dress, wishing that I could take it off, than having nothing at all.âÂ
A lump formed in your throat, your breath hitching as you tried to form a response, but no words came. You simply gulped, utterly speechless, trapped between disbelief and the wild beating of your heart.
âYoongiâŚâ you whined, barely managing to get his name past your lips. The words you needed were nowhere to be found.
And then, in the least convenient moment, the countdown started, the room filling with the sound of people shouting numbers.
He leaned in, his breath warm against your lips, his voice barely above a whisper. âWhat? What should I do, hm?â His lips grazed over yours, so soft that it felt like a question in itself.
âI canât handle this,â you murmured, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to steady yourself. âThis is too much. I canât.â
He paused, his eyes searching yours, and then, as if trying to make sense of the situation, he asked softly, âShould I turn around and leave?â
You shook your head, quickly, repeatedly, without a second thought.
âTell me, then.â He pressed, his voice almost a plea.
Still caught in the hazy blur of the moment, you could hear the countdown approaching its end, yet he still hadnât pulled away. It felt as if you were under a spell, frozen in place, unable to move. You were breathing heavily, overwhelmed by the lights and the music and the people chanting, overwhelmed by his words, his body and his gaze fixed on your lips. The fleeting feeling that you were dreaming hit you for a second, but when everyone around you started counting four, that thought quickly vanishedYou heard three, and the realization that he was waiting for your response hit you like a bolt of lightning. You heard two and you got the feeling that if you didnât do anything about it now, you wouldnât do anything about it ever, you heard one and, against every rational thought, you pressed your lips against his, kissing him.Â
It was not a soft kiss, it was rushed, rough and messy. You closed your fists around his shirt, pulling him closer as he opened his mouth to search for your tongue in desperation, the way his fingers gripped your hips burned right through your clothes, driving you to the edge. You could hear people yelling and laughing, you could hear the fireworks outside, the song that started right after the countdown, but you were completely absorbed by him, by his lips, by the way he held you, no one had ever kissed you with such determination, with such dedication.Â
You had spent years dreaming about kissing Yoongi, but you never thought it would be like thisâlike your lips fitted just right with each other, as if in this universe he was made only for you. The moment was electric, igniting a fire deep within you, and all the doubts and fears that had held you back melted away, leaving only the warmth of his presence and the sweetness of his breath against your skin.
His feet carried him to the nearest wall, dragging you along until he pinned you against it, never breaking the kiss. For a fleeting moment, he pulled back to catch his breath, his gaze lingering on your lips before he devoured them once more. His hands traveled down your back, tempted to listen to his thoughts, to touch your body in the way he really wanted.Â
You laid your hand on his chest, gently pulling away âIs this what you wanted?â You whispered, excitement filling your voice.
His lips curled into a teasing smile. âNot even close,â he murmured, his voice low with amusement.Â
There were only so many ways you could imagine the night ending, that was what you thought before leaving your house earlier tonight. If you were lucky enough, you wouldâve come back home in one piece, sober and with your heart intact, that wouldâve meant that you didnât dare to take any risks, you would've let the night finish its course without rushing it, finally accepting that you were a coward. If you were unlucky, you wouldâve come home crying, drunk and with your heart shattered; that wouldâve meant that you did take risks, but the universe simply wasnât ready to take your side yet. You couldâve laid in bed and fantasized all you wanted, but none of those scenarios wouldâve ever looked like this one.Â
As Yoongi opened the door of the entrance of his building, you caught a glimpse of the hour in the watch on his wrist. It took him half an hour and more than a few kisses to ask you to leave the party with him, two minutes to pick your jackets from the cloakroom, and only five minutes to drive to his apartment, and yet it felt like the longest car ride of your life. You thought that after twenty one years of life of never getting what you wanted, the universe should at least grant you the wish to skip the car ride to Yoongiâs apartment, because you had never felt so much tension before. You sank in the passenger seat and tried to avoid his gaze as much as possible, the mere thought of being alone with Yoongi was starting to give you goosebumps; the seat belt and the fact that he had to keep both hands on the steering wheel were the only things that were keeping him away from you.Â
The scenario was displayed right in front of you; he opened the door, letting you inside first and walking to the elevator with a cheeky smirk on his face. It wasnât in your plans to leave less than an hour into the new year, and yet you were there, following the person you tried to forget so many times into his apartment, feeling like a handful of nerves.
You observed him opening the doors of the old elevator and then ran to get inside before him, crashing your back against the wall so it could keep you as far away from him as possible. You still didnât understand what the fuck you were doing going into his apartment.Â
Yoongi got in after you, staring at you like you went mad, and honestly, it kinda felt like you did. You wanted to punch him when he laughed at you as he closed the doors, curiously raising his eyebrows. âAre you running away from me?â He asked, pressing the fourth button on the wall. It only took him one step to be as close to you as he was. You breath hitched, not feeling as confident as you felt when you were surrounded by people. âStill?â
You felt the sudden shift as the elevator ascended to the fourth floor. Yoongi and his mom had always lived in the same old building. The hallway walls were a dull brown, and the elevator had heavy accordion-style metal doors that folded inward and had to be closed manually. When you pressed the button to go up or down, the whole thing shook as if it was about to break downâbut it never did. The mirror inside was old and smudged, you caught his reflection in the corner of your eye but you tried to ignore it, his presence alone was making you shiver.Â
You shook your head, unable to utter another word.Â
âNo?â He kept insisting. He was teasing you, he had been teasing you for the whole night and you werenât sure if you could take it anymore. You were tired of playing nonchalant, you just wanted to kiss him again.
He took a step forward, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him. His fingers found each other in the small of your back, pressing you against him and taking you by surprise when he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and kissed you deeply. He slowly opened your mouth to slide his tongue past your lips, making it difficult to breathe or to even think.Â
You grasped his shoulders with your fingers in case he wanted to pull away but there was no need. You werenât sure how many times you had tried to decipher whether you were caught in a dream or if this was reality, because there was no way Yoongi knew exactly how to kiss you to make every logical thought on your mind disappear, but when the elevator shook again you were pulled out of your trance, you were not dreaming, somehow this was real.Â
âWho knew this was the only way to get you to shut up.â He murmured, brushing his lips against yours.Â
âFuck you.â You whispered, and you hated it because it doesnât come out as an insult at all.
He chuckled, âOh, there you are again.âÂ
He took your hand to drag you out of the elevator, leading the way to his apartment door at the end of the dark hallway.Â
For Yoongi, your house was almost like his second homeâbut you could count only a couple of times you had been to his, like when your mom picked him up because Simon and he were going to a comic convention for the first time. You were ten, already with the worst attitude, mad that you had to go with your nerd brother and his nerd friend to some nerd convention. But when you arrived at Yoongiâs apartment, he took you to his room andâattempting to change your moodâshowed you the keyboard his mom had gotten him for his birthday. You remembered that a few weeks prior, he had told you he was teaching himself how to play, and you asked him if he could learn "Last Night on Earth" by Green Day. That morning, before leaving, he played it for you under one condition: that you stop being mad.
When you walked through the door and saw the living room immersed in complete darkness, you couldnât help but wonder if he still remembered how to play the song.
âDo you still have the keyboard?â You asked, unsure how to act around him alone. The air felt heaving, and nerves were still fluttering in your stomach. You had never been nervous to be alone with a man ever; it was usually the other way around, but not with him, never with him.
Yoongi smirked, not believing you were thinking about that. âIs that why youâre so quiet? Youâre thinking about my old keyboard?â
âYouâre pissing me off.â You warned him, digging your finger on his chest, but heâs quick to pull you close to him again, laughing at you. You, who were always so cocky and quick-witted with your insults, now you were standing there, struggling to find a retort. There was no way you were this nervous to be alone with a man youâve known literally all your life.Â
âItâs in my room.â He whispered, brushing his thumbs over your waist.Â
You swallowed, feeling your heart drop to your stomach.
âIâŚâ You tried to say, but he was still looking at you the same way he was observing you back in the car, it was probably the same way he had been looking at you during these past weeks, but you couldnât help but feel it was different. âI didnât mean that.â You managed to finish your sentence.Â
He quietly chuckled, shaking his head âYou want to see the keyboard. What else could you mean?â
You pressed your lips together, holding back the urge to curse him again. Ignoring your red cheeks, he took your hand before you could say anything back, making his way to his bedroom.Â
Yoongiâs home hasnât changed too much, except for the frames on the walls that now had pictures of a much older Yoongi, or when he graduated high school and pictures on family holidays. You took a second to look at them as you walked towards his room but you were distracted when you felt his fingers on your chin, gently turning your face towards him.
âI like that picture.â You pointed at your left, a picture your mom took when both him and Simon graduated. It was Yoongi and Nari, his mom. Yoongi had a fresh cut and some square black glasses that he changed as soon as he got into college. âI was really sad when you left.â You confessed suddenly.
You werenât intending for your words to carry a touch of sorrow, but they still linger with a hint of sadness in the air.Â
âWere you?â He murmured and you nodded.
You had always wondered what would have happened if you and Yoongi had grown up at the same timeâwhat if it had been you instead of Simon? You wouldn't have had to see them leave together; you wouldn't have felt so disappointed when they came to visit every other weekend. Maybe you wouldâve grown up less angry. You came to accept what you had, Yoongi was there for every important moment of you life; he taught you how to drive, helped you pass your math tests, he was the one who talked you out of your relationship with your asshole ex boyfriend, he was there for your graduation, to send you off to college, he was everywhere but you, on the other hand, were just a tiny piece of his life.Â
He cupped your face, chasing away all those swirling thoughts as he kissed your lips softly. He walked backwards, guiding you into his room while deepening the kiss. As the door closed behind you, a quiet certainty settled in your heart: your past had led you to this moment.
You sighed, feeling the ghost of his lips when he pulled away to search for something.
The dim light of the lamp next to Yoongiâs bed didnât do much to illuminate the room, but provided enough lighting to observe how much it changed since the last time you were there. It didnât look like the room of a teenager anymore, most of the posters were no longer there and the action figures were replaced by books now, but his keyboard was still folded next to his closet.Â
Yoongi grabbed it and carefully put it at the feet of his bed. He sat on the edge, inviting you to sit between his legs.
You narrowed your eyes at him, hesitating. âYouâŚâÂ
âShut up.â He rolled his eyes, tugging at your hand and guiding you to sit on his lap, your back against his chest as you faced the keyboard.
And, by the way, have you mentioned how nervous you were? You took a deep breath, dreaming, hoping, wishing he wouldnât notice, but you were a fool if you thought Yoongi couldnât read you like the palm of his hand.Â
âDo you do this with all the girls?â You dared to ask, but the truth was that you didnât want to know the answer.Â
He kissed your exposed shoulder, resting his chin on it. âCâmon, youâre the one who asked to see the keyboard.âÂ
You turned your head to him, a bit offended. âIs that a yes?âÂ
âThat was a no.â He retracted himself, he knew you well enough to know that he shouldnât play with you unless he wanted to see you walk through the door. âWhat about the keyboard?âÂ
You decided to ignore the swift change of topic. âDo you still remember how to play?â You asked, touching the keys and jumping a bit when it sounded a bit too loud.Â
âIâm a bit rusty, but sure I do.âÂ
âDo you remember when⌠I asked you to learn a song?âÂ
âYes, I remember that,â He said, chuckling. âI also remember that the day I played it for you you were really pissed because your mom couldnât find a nanny and had to hang out with me and Simon. You called me a nerd, very cruel.â
You squeezed your eyes shut. âGod, I was such a terrible kid back then.âÂ
âWell, yes, maybe.â He admitted âBut you were also a really cool kid. You made us listen to My Chemical Romance the whole ride. I remember that your mom hated it, but it was the only thing that could keep you happy.â
You bursted out a laugh, remembering how big of a fan you were of My Chemical Romance, you still were. Your mom thought you were too young to be listening to that, but Simon bought you their second record for your birthday and she knew you wouldnât take no for an answer, she had no other option but to let you keep it.
âI donât know how my mom put up with me,â you said, shaking your head with a grin. âIt probably drove her crazy.â
âMmm, you always had that effect on people,â he teased, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. âIn both good and bad ways.â
âIs that really the impression I leave on you?â You shot back, raising an eyebrow playfully. He hummed thoughtfully, admitting it without hesitation. âAnd in what way is it for you?â
âIn both ways,â He replied, his tone light and teasing.
You bit your lips, trying to hold back a smile. âYouâre so whipped, itâs ridiculous.â You said âI wanted you to play the keyboard but I rather hear you compliment how cool I am.âÂ
âOh, shut up.â He huffed, gently slapping your thigh âWhat did you want me to play, again?âÂ
âThe song I told you!â You reminded him.Â
âOh, right!â He laughed, âI remember it, it was easy to learn.â He said and began to play the first chords âIt reminds me of you, how could it not?â You smiled, watching his long fingers make the room full with music, you sang the song in your head, being hit by a sudden wave of nostalgia. âI want you to play it with me.â
You frowned âBut I donât know how.âÂ
âI know, dummy.â He replied, grinning as he halted the music and pulled his fingers away from the keys. âLike this, see?â He gently took your hands, aligning your fingers with his, his palms covering the tops of yours as he began to play.
You laughed, fully aware it sounded awfulânothing like when he played soloâbut your heart had never felt so at ease. His laughter danced through your hair, his body shaking beneath you, and you lost track of when the sound might end, as if it were a never-ending loop. All you wished was for it to last forever.Â
After two minutes, he intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing the song to a halt. âYouâre good with the keys,â he joked. âNot as good as me, but youâll get there.â
You rolled your eyes, laughing as you turned to wrap your arms around his neck. It felt a bit strange to be so close, but when his hands glided up and down your exposed thighs, and he looked into your star-filled eyes in the dim light, it suddenly felt just right.
His eyes were shining under the dim lights, biting his lips as he grasped your hips to keep you in place.Â
âWhat?â You asked.Â
âNothing, itâs justâŚâ He said, somehow pulling you closer âI missed you while I was gone, thatâs all.â
How much? you wanted to ask him, and when, for how long? And why? You wanted to know everything, to dive into the turmoil of his mind, to see yourself through his eyes.
You wanted to make an effort to hide how easily you melted when it came to him, but then again, why hide it? If you had the chance to grab his face and kiss him, that was exactly what you should do, and that was exactly what you did.Â
Your tights hugged his waist, and you tried not to flinch when his hands gripped your waist, slowly running his palms down the curve of your ass. He kissed you slowly, fingers tracing the line of your jaw as he deepened the kiss, slow and intoxicating. Each movement was controlled, filled with intent, as though he was savoring every second, every breath you shared. The warmth of his lips, the soft hum of desire between you, built gradually. His fingers teased their way under your dress, but they stopped there for a moment, as if he was playing with you. He pulled away, leaving a peck on your lips. âYou arenât so shy anymore.â He teased you, brushing his nose against yours.Â
âYouâre so annoying,â you squinted your eyes at him.
He smiled, leaning in to kiss your cheek. âAndâŚâ his lips moved to your jaw, ââŚyou areâŚâ then to the curve of your neck, ââŚso pretty.â Taking advantage of how lost you were in the moment, he gently flipped you over, positioning himself between your legs, now hovering above you.Â
Yoongi sighed, feeling completely defeated. He, more than anyone, knew how beautiful you were: you were beautiful in the mornings, with messy hair and sleepy eyes; when you wore mismatched socks and a hoodie; in your pajamas; when you stumbled over your words,when you were shy and flustered, when you were angry and looked you were about to kill someone. Even if you hid in crowded rooms and always sat in the back of the class you couldnât hide it, you had grown up beautiful, but specifically tonight you seemed to have stars in your eyes. All your makeup was smudged, half of the product of your lipstick was on Yoongiâs face and the dark shadow in your eyes was a mess, but he had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.
âYou have the prettiest eyes, you know that?âÂ
You felt your cheeks flush, heat creeping up your neck. âAre you trying to make me nervous?â You asked.Â
He kissed your lips before answering âWhy, is it working?âÂ
You shook your head in denial, lying shamelessly. You ran your hands from his abdomen to his chest, not knowing what to do next. Your mind and heart were racing, if you thought twice about it you didnât even know what you were doing there, laying under him as he caressed your thighs, as he kissed your neck, as he pressed his body firmly against yours.Â
âCan you tell me something?â You whispered.
He gently brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. âWhat is this?â
âWhat was that thing you said about last summer?â You asked âWhat did you mean?âÂ
Those words were still ringing in your mind since you heard them; that's what Iâve been doing since last summer. You wanted to know what he was talking about, but instead, he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning. âCâmon, tell meâŚâ you chuckled.
âI was not supposed to say that out loud.âÂ
âWhy?â You insisted âAre you embarrassed?â
âIâm not embarrassed.â He firmly said âBut thereâs some things I should keep to myself.âÂ
You rolled your eyes âYoongi, tell me nowâŚâ
âFine, okay, Iâll tell you.â He said, surrendering to your tactics, which consisted only of a warning glance. âLast summer we spent some time together, some time with Simon, some time alone, but always together. I began to see you differently, you were different, but I couldnât help but feel guilty about it.â
âWhy were you feeling guilty?â You cautiously asked.Â
He stopped for a moment, trying to find the right words. âMmm⌠I felt I wasnât supposed to look at you differently.â
You tilted your head, curious. âExactly how different?â
âWell, different,â he repeated, a hint of playfulness in his tone. âI donât think youâre going to like it.â
âWhat was it?â You frowned âWas it my eyebrows? I laminated my eyebrows for the first time last summer. Everyone said I looked prettier.â
Yoongi shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. How could you think it was your eyebrows?
âIt wasnât your eyebrows, but they suit you nicely.â He complimented, making you smile.Â
âWell, thanks.â You happily said âBut then, what was it? I donât remember being particularly diff-â
âIt was your bikini, Pinky,â he interrupted, his confession coming out suddenly. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you tried to process his words. You blinked a few times, searching his face for any hint of teasing, but he looked seriousâalmost too serious. âThere was this weekend where you were wearing a bikini with strawberries on it and⌠I gave you more than a few looks and felt like I was beginning to go crazyâŚâ His expression remained sincere, almost thoughtful.. âI thought it would go away, you are a pretty girl, I supposed it was only logical to feel attracted. But then, I started to dream about you and that made everything worse, but thatâs too much information.â
âNo, I want to know.â You kept insisting, teasing him âTell me what you were dreaming about.â
âYou donât want to know.â He brushed it off.Â
You reached for the buttons of his shirt, with a gentle touch, you unfastened the first button. âBut I do want to know.â
Yoongi leaned in, kissing your lips softly as if that could make you forget the topic of conversation, but of course it didnât, you were still looking at him, eager to know.Â
âDreams, Pinky, of youâŚÂ in that bikini⌠without a bikini, in my bed.â He said in a soft breath as he swept his palm on his face. He didnât look embarrassed but you could tell he would rather not share that information. A single flashback of one of those dreams was enough to drive him to the edge. He thought that after leaving they would stop, but you keep appearing in the back of his mind like some kind demon, sent to earth just to torture him. You werenât embarrassed either, you wished he could tell you more. âAnd the worst part isâthat wasnât all. I wish it were that simple. I wish I could just say that Iâm only a man, and trust that at some point my dreams would stop. But even outside my dreams, you were still there, and you were funny and smart and you seemed to be the solution to all my problems. I donât know, I keep wondering if I was nuts.âÂ
You could only gaze at him, with your eyes wide and soft, absorbing every word. You had spent the whole summer with Yoongi and yet, you havenât noticed his change at all. Yoongi wasnât like other boys, he was composed, he knew how to controll himself, but you found yourself wondering what wouldâve happened if he didnât. You bit your lip, smiling. âAnd what about now?â You asked. âDid you come to a conclusion after all?â
âYeah, a fewâ He nodded âI think I wasnât crazy for dreaming of you, but I will be if I donât take this dress off you.âÂ
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sum. seungmin streams from time to time with the boys, and today, you wanted to join in⌠kind of. not like heâs going to complain!
wc. 1.0k
cw. fluff! swearing, theyâre playing gta (guns and other weapons mentioned) sanrio characters, short references to seungin, minsung and hyunibini, and thatâs all!
req! by annonie right here. girl i am so sorry it took me so long, i completely erased this from my mind ă
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hope youâre still around!
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The lights flicker above him, and Seungmin blinks, waiting for something. Itâs a pact you two made up for when he was busy gaming and you needed his attention.
âYeobo?â Heâs calling for you, and he moves the headset on his head, freeing one ear so as to hear you better. Weirdly enough, thereâs no sound that answers to his voice.
âSeungmin-a, Jeongin-a isnât going to help you,â Changbin teases through the headset, âyou can put the explosives on the vault yourself.â He can hear Felixâs laugh, but thereâs something else on his mind.
Well. And on his lap, as of now.
âBubs, Iâm on stream.â He whispers to the top of your head, hiding his smile from the camera behind your silhouette. But you only nod softly, smiling cheekily.
âItâs a pity I donât care.â You snicker, getting comfortable on your new-found seat. âTell Changbin I can hear him.â You joke softly.
âHuh? Is noona there?â Felix ponders, and he can notice the smile on the tone of his voice.
âIs she joining in?â Hyunjin asks. âI can add her on the call.â
âNah, sheâs just hanging out,â Seungmin mutters softly after feeling you shake your head against his chest. The sentence comes off almost absentmindedly, as if the action wasnât mildly weird. You used to be camera shy, especially when he started, never wanting to show up on stream if you werenât playing too, reason why he came up with the light thing. If you wanted or needed something, you could just turn it on and off, and heâd pause or hide his character in a corner to grant you his attention.
A shy part of him was worried because of all this, and how unusual it was, but as your warmth seeps into his body, he relaxes again, reeling the scent of your shampoo.
âWho are you playing with?â Your voice is soft when you speak, and he forces himself to remember that thereâs a camera recording him so as to not coo at you teasingly, calling you adorable to make you blush and giggle like he so often does.
âJust the boys and the chat.â He replies, almost as soft as you, and he can notice the chat going wild in the corner of his eye. âWanna say hi?â He smiles lightly, ignoring it for now.
Your smile turns cheeky again and you nod, taking his headset and putting it on, turning on his lap to face the camera.
âHeyaa,â you greet sheepishly, your hand fixing the mic to a comfortable distance.
He can hear the boys teasing him, something about you being better than him and how you should join in and team against your boyfriend, but his eyes are still on the chat, watching carefully as he keeps playing.
âWhat game is this?â You ask, giggling. âWhy does Kuromi have a gun?â
âOh. Thatâs Minho. Hannie found this mod that lets you use Sanrio skins on GTA.â Chan chimed back before Seungmin could.
âWeâre trying to rob a bank,â Felix added with a sneaky laugh.
You snorted, turning back to Seungmin. âWhat skin are you using, Minnie?â
âPurin, of course.â He chuckles. âFelix and Sung are Kiki and Lala, Changbin is Hello Kitty, Jeongin is Pochacco, Hyunjin is MyMelody, and Chan is Badtemaru.â
âDamn bro, you said all the names right.â Jisung cackled, half surprised.
âYo, someone in the chat said âThatâs a weird way to ask for my hand in marriageâ.â Jeongin laughed loudly.
âOh my god,â Seungmin snickers, leaning his chin on your shoulder.
âGirl, theyâre tryna steal your man,â Hyunjin bickers, knowing youâre still listening.
âHyunjin, either kiss Changbin or get a girlfriend yourself dude, leave my girl alone.â Seungmin teases back, tenderly taking the headset back as so to not pull on your hair.
You turn back and cuddle into him, giggling as you watch the screen, seeing Hello Kitty chasing MyMelody with a machete, hearing Changbin faintly from the headset, something like âkiss me, Hyunjin-a~â as the rest of the boys laugh.
The gameplay gets a bit boring as you watch them rob the bank, and slowly, your eyes trail toward the chat. It surprises you how most people werenât talking about the play, but rather you two.
theyâre so cute ă
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couple goals fr!
asĂ sĂ que creo en el amor <3
whatâs their ship name lmaoo
omg pero si son mis padres!!!
On the other side of the screen, you could notice the number of views increasing by hundreds. You blush, hiding your face in the crook of your boyfriendâs neck.
He passes the controller in front of you, hugging you with his arms in a way that he can still keep playing. Seungmin curses when Minho stabs him and kills him again, watching Kuromi move side to side as the older man teases him meanly.
âSure, sure, go kiss Ji about it,â He mutes his mic from the Discord group and from the stream, checking it twice before taking the headset off, hanging it on his neck, and turning to you. âYou okay there?â
He smiles when he notices your blush, a bit confused. But you nod, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.
âI can turn off stream if you want to,â he offers.
âItâs okay.â You grin bashfully. âI like watching you play.â
He kisses the top of your forehead, and you cuddle back against him. Seungmin couldnât care less if the boys are teasing him as soon as he pops his headset back on, turning the mic on again and killing Kiki and Lala in two swift headshots.
âCan we instead talk about how old Chan is?â
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playlists for the readers ⌠ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛áľ Âł áľ ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
bunny!reader âĄ
just girly fun vibes â she likes her music catchy, pop-y and fairly relatable. rafe never lets her play her music in the car unfortunately, because he cannot be seen speeding down the road blasting the pussy cat dolls.
đ cassie â ditto
đ kali uchis, steve lacy, vince staples â only girl
đ frank ocean â sweet life
đ coco & clair â pretty
đ sabrina carpenter â feather
đ flo milli â never lose me
đ cassie â miss your touch
đ childish gambino, jhenĂŠ aiko â pink toes
đ flo.rida, wynter â sugar
đ kali uchis â honey baby (SPOILED!)
đ angels â my boyfriends back
đ foxy brown, kelis â candy
đ lana del rey â music to watch boys to
đ jhenĂŠ aiko â maniac
đ fergie â clumsy
đ ciara, 50 cent â canât leave âem alone
đ shelley duvall â he needs me
đ nancy sinatra â sugar town
đ heidi montag â iâll do it
đ nicki minaj, jeremiah â favourite
đ kali uchis â melting
đ lady gaga â boys boys boys
đ cassie â long way 2 go
đ the pussycat dolls â when i grow up
đ tom tom club â genius of love
đ beyoncĂŠ â freakum dress
đ gwen stefani â bubble pop electric
đ marina â primadonna girl
đ madonna â material girl
đ pussy cat dolls â stickwitu
đ leven kali, syd â do u wrong
đ kiana ledĂŠ â mad at me
kitty!reader âĄ
listens to her music to feel cool n edgy. shes one of those people that think sheâs a bitch but sheâs not at all, just a lil grumpy. wants everyone to know she liked deftones before it was cool.
đâ⏠pixies â is she weird
đâ⏠arctic monkeys â mardy bum
đâ⏠black box recorder â child psychology
đâ⏠the smiths â pretty girls make graves
đâ⏠ethel cain â crush
đâ⏠mazzy star â sheâs my baby
đâ⏠radiohead â creep
đâ⏠chris isaak â wicked game
đâ⏠limp bizkit â rollinâ
đâ⏠the pretty reckless â makes me wanna die
đâ⏠pearly drops â bloom for me
đâ⏠deftones â root
đâ⏠fka twigs â two weeks
đâ⏠deftones â romantic dreams
đâ⏠hole â doll parts
đâ⏠margeaux â hot faced
đâ⏠siouxsie and the banshees â sheâs a carnival
đâ⏠kip tyler â sheâs my witch
đâ⏠deftones â mascara
đâ⏠soho dolls â bang bang bang bang
đâ⏠enigma â sadeness
đâ⏠DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM â perfect hair
đâ⏠radiohead â idioteque
đâ⏠bjĂśrk â come to me
đâ⏠the nbhd â fallen star
đâ⏠arctic monkeys â crying lightening
đâ⏠deftones â diamond eyes
đâ⏠the smiths â girl afraid
đâ⏠ethel cain â unpunishable
đâ⏠mitski â townie
đâ⏠gorillaz â kids with guns
đâ⏠evanescence â taking over me
deer!reader âĄ
sheâd say her playlists are all over the place â but itâs organised mess. she has them perfectly collated and in her head they make perfect sense. donât put her on the aux though, not because the songs arenât good but because the vibes are all over the place.
đŞ shura â 2shy
đŞ minnie riperton â les fleurs
đŞ april march â chick habit
đŞ benee â kool
đŞ camille saint- saĂŤns â ⌠le cygne
đŞ the little dippers â forever
đŞ allie x, mitski â susie save your love
đŞ she & him â why do you let me stay here?
đŞ lesley gore â iâm coolinâ no foolinâ
đŞ sza â prom
đŞ the penguins â earth angel
đŞ SALES â renee
đŞ cleo sol â sunshine
đŞ japanese breakfast â be sweet
đŞ kate bush â cloud busting
đŞ mazzy star â halah
đŞ the mamas & papas â dedicated to the one i love
đŞ scissors sisters â filthy / gorgeous
đŞ fiona apples â shameika
đŞ fleetwood mac â mystified
đŞ margo guryan â under my umbrella
đŞ erykah badu â apple tree
đŞ mort garson â plantasia
đŞ sza â sweet november
đŞ quadron â sea salt
đŞ corinne bailey rae â green aphrodisiac
đŞ sade â lovers rock
đŞ ella fitzgerald â moonlight serenade
đŞ cigarettes after sex â truly
đŞ tv girl â heaven is a bedroom
đŞ the velvet underground â femme fetale
đŞ clairo, coco & clair â racecar
đŞ james blake, rosalĂa â barefoot in the park
đŞ tame impala â nangs
puppy!reader âĄ
never seen without her walkman â loves running around and dancing to her upbeat music. her playlists will remind you of days in the sun and dancing in summer rain.
đś herâs â love on the line (call now)
đś HAIM â summer girl
đś the laâs â there she goes
đś stacey q â two of hearts
đś faye webster â right side of my neck
đś bakar, summer walker â hell n back
đś beabadoobee â sunny day
đś dominic fike â babydoll
đś jungle â back on 74
đś pinkpanthress â attracted to you
đś duran duran â girls on film
đś shuggie otis â strawberry letter 23
đś sixpence none the richer â kiss me
đś matilda mann â bloom
đś HAIM â falling
đś 311 â amber
đś earth, wind & fire â boogie wonderland
đś lorde â ribs
đś lesley gore â sunshine lollipops and rainbows
đś stevie wonder â all i do
đś the human league â donât you want me
đś the turtles â happy together
đś pet shop boys â west end girls
đś clairo â bags
đś pat benetar â love is a battlefield
đś the psychedelic furs â love my way
đś scouting for girls â sheâs so lovely
đś noisettes â wild young hearts
đś the all eyes i â beat goes on
đś tame impala â elephant
đś sublime â waiting for my ruca
đś mgmt â boogie down
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those big brown eyes | lee seokmin
pairing: lee seokmin x reader
warnings: intended lowercase (omg lyr is trying something new), non-idol au, boyfriend!seokmin, kissing, fluff, pet names ('baby'), reader is a sucker for seokmin's big brown doe eyes (who wouldn't be)
now playing: golden hour, jvke requested by: my sweetie pookie @realmofclouds
shuffling through the house after finishing your cleaning spree in the kitchen, you peak your head in the living room, smiling as you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone without a care in the world.
"what do you want for dinner?" you ask, approaching your boyfriend as he looks up from the screen, a smile on his handsome, pointed features as his horn-rimmed glasses catch the light and wink at you.
"whatever you want, baby. i'm very hungry, so i'm not picky." seokmin muses, and you nod, looking down at him as he reaches for his phone again.
seokmin's hair had changedâit was shorter now, cut neatly, but still brushed across his forehead in the cutest way possible. the familar checkered hoodie you had bought him to wear wasn't too tight, but was compressing just enough to show his muscles straining as he stretched like a tired cat. those horn-rimmed glassesâdamn those thingsâsat on seokmin's sharp nose neatly, pretty, sparkling brown eyes and equally pretty, long eyelashes sitting under their rims.
oh, did your boyfriend look like an angel from heaven.
"seokmin, you're so very pretty," you say out of the blue, and seokmin looks up at you, phone froze in his hands as his cheeks start to heat up. "you are too, baby."
"no, minnie, i wanna focus on your face right now, okay?" you say, hands flying to his warming face as seokmin pauses. his eyes are cloudy, but focused just enough to where he could see the little imperfections on your face that he had memorized from the first time he kissed you.
seokmin stares up at you with those big, sparkling, dark brown eyes of hisâthey wink in the sunset, a testament to his gaze locked onto you. without thinking, your hand pulls away to trace one singular finger across your favorite features of hisâthe sharp slope of his strong nose, the small beauty mark that graced his cheek and nose, the soft curve of his upper lip.
even his long eyelashes and curve of his strong cheekbones scream at you, taunting you and whispering nothing but "kiss him" over and over again.
"the voices are telling me to kiss you." you whisper, and seokmin almost breaks eye contact, eyes welling up with tears as he fights back from the laughter that erupts from him just seconds later.
"i was going to ask if the voices were good or bad, but they're telling you to kiss me, so they're probably good." seokmin says, voice deep and calming as you lean down, breath fanning over seokmin's face as you bring a hand under his chin.
"i think i'll listen to them." you smile gently, and seokmin doesn't stop you, brown eyes still shimmering as he sweetly whispers, "don't let me stop you, baby."
his lips feel like sparks on yours, and you nearly loose your footing as his hand snakes around your waist before he pulls you down, bringing you to fall on the couch lightly, his legs spread to make room for you in the middle.
seokmin's hands are warm, and his slender fingers graze your back in just the perfect wayâyour skin tickles with goosebumps as your lips continue to mesh with his, and once you pull away, both you and him are floored.
"that was amazing." you whisper, shocked by seokmin's ministrations, even if you started the kissing session. seokmin smiles at you, pure joy lighting up his face as his hands are still on your waist.
"and you're amazing, so of course i have to show it to you too, baby." seokmin gives you another soft peck on your lips, still burning from seokmin's breathtaking kiss.
"if you look at me with those big brown puppy eyes, i'll get nothing done," you muse, and seokmin looks up at you with those exact eyes, causing you to become flustered and finally get the urge to push yourself back up from in between seokmin's legs.
"okay, for real, i'm going to make dinner now." you say, and seokmin watches you as you go, phone back in his hand. "okay, baby."
"i'm leaving now, for real." you say again, eyes darting between the kitchen doorway and seokmin's frame. he smiles at you, knowing what you want, but pretends to play dumb and stand there.
"okay. bye now." you say, and after a few minutes of standing at the door pitifully, seokmin stands up, chuckling as he walks to you and extends his hand.
"now, let us cook." seokmin smiles jokingly, and you can't help but laugh, leading your boyfriend into the kitchen with butterflies in your stomach.
#kpop seventeen#seventeen#svt#svt dk#lee seokmin#svt x reader#dokyeom fluff#seventeen dokyeom#seokmin fic#help#oh my god HELP#seokmin fluff#stop#this is SO CUTE#i cooked so hard#i love it#i was giggling while writing this#oh lord#well actually#i was half asleep#but we did it#god i went wild#and it's still so cute#seokmin's such a casanova#the kisses#the descriptions#THE DESCRIPTIONS#there's so much to say#but i won't#also
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Defiance & Desire
18+ wolfstar drabble
James and Sirius sit cross legged on the floor of their dormitory, quill and parchment between them, and lolly wrappers scattered around.Â
Sirius taps his chin, listening as James reads out everything on the list so far; all things that would absolutely piss his mother off and have her rolling into an early grave if she ever found out about them.Â
There are a lot of things on this list so far.Â
âHow about⌠mooning the crowd at the next quidditch match?â Sirius suggests.Â
James bursts out laughing, âMerlin, Sirius. That will have Dumbledore rolling into an early grave.âÂ
âGood.â Sirius grinned.Â
âWhat would Minnie say?âÂ
âErm, probably⌠detention for the rest of my life.â He chuckled, âOh, MinnieâŚ. Love her.âÂ
James cracked a bright smile and wrote it down.Â
âWhat else?â Sirius hummed, âI need as many as possible. It betters the chances of them getting back to her.â
âErmâŚâ James thought for a moment, fixing his glasses, âYou could⌠oh, shag a muggle born⌠or like, a halfblood or something?âÂ
Sirius nodded, âYeah, thatâs good⌠I mean, Iâve done it, but I suppose I could do it a few more times.âÂ
âOh, yeahâŚâ James grumbled, forgetting about Siriusâ history with girls, âOoh, you could shag a bloke. That would really send her.âÂ
Siriusâ eyes widened, âA bloke?âÂ
James nodded, âYeah, like, ya knowâŚâ He shrugged, âIâd offer but Iâm a happily committed man, Sirius.â
âHmm.â Sirius bit his lip, thinking about it for a moment, âAdd it to the list, Iâll consider it.â
James grinned and hurried to scribble it down, âShagging⌠a criminal would work too⌠that also goes under the category of becoming a criminal. Because, you know, conspiring with them and all that.â
âOoh, yeah, Iâd shag a criminal.âÂ
âOr like⌠a creature or something.â
âIâm not shagging an animal, James.âÂ
James laughed, âNo! Like⌠like a vampire or something, you know? Or a werewolf.âÂ
âOh, yeah.â Sirius nodded, âThat could be cool.â
âYeah⌠hot, right?âÂ
Sirius shrugged, âErm, I suppose. I like the muggle vampire romance books, soâŚâ
James sighed and wrote it down, âOh, look at that.â He hummed to himself, his tone a little playful, a little curious, âA halfblood, criminal⌠a creature, a blokeâŚâ He chuckled, âYou could just shag Moony.âÂ
âMoony?â Sirius asked, looking down at the parchment.Â
James shrugged, âYouâd be killing like, four birds with one stone. Your mother would be beside herself.â He laughed, âAh, Iâm just playing fun, Sirius. Obviously youâre not gonna go shag Moony. Itâs not like youâre both gay or anything.âÂ
Sirius nodded his head, âYeah, it would be funny though.âÂ
âYeah.â James sighed, looking back at the parchment, âOoh! Let the girls do your makeup and go have dinner in the Great Hall in a dress.âÂ
Sirius gasped, âOh, James, youâre brilliant!âÂ
â â
â
Sirius swings lazily on his chair, one leg propped up on his bedside table and the other just his toes touching the ground. His hair is tied back all messily, and heâs got his tie loose around his neck and a few buttons on his shirt undone. Heâs humming to himself, watching the record spin and spin and spin on the table until it comes to a scratchy stop.Â
With an effortless swish of his wand, the record lifts itself up and slots itself away into the Ziggy Stardust sleeve on the shelf. And then he groans, throwing his head back and exposing his long pale neck.Â
Remus is going insane.Â
âIâm so bored.â He whines, âWhyâd she have to make my detention so late?â
âTo further punish you, I suppose.â James shrugged.Â
âYou know, you should be thanking me. If I didnât take the fall for you, Prongsie Boy, youâd be the bored one right now.âÂ
âAnd Iâll forever be greatful for it, shnookums.â James laughs, bouncing over to kiss Sirius sloppily on his forehead.Â
Sirius yelps and nearly falls out of his chair, swatting James away, âYouâre disgusting.â
âNo, you are.â James says, tapping Sirius on the end of his nose like a sappy couple would, going back and forth about whoâs cuter.Â
Sirius rolls his eyes and smiles anyway.Â
âIâll see ya later.â James calls, âGotta go do my rounds with Lily.âÂ
âBye.â Sirius waves, and goes back to his chair swinging.Â
Remus barely mutters his goodbye as he watches, and James laughs to himself as he leaves.Â
Itâs just them two now. Alone. In their dorm. James out for the next few hours, Peter no doubt distractedly talking with the girls for hours on end. Remus should go down and join them, he said he would, but⌠well, right now heâd rather watch Sirius swing on his chair.Â
Besides, Sirius has to leave for his detention soon, so he can join them later.Â
Sirius huffs and a shiny strand of hair flies up out of his face. It slowly settles back down, and then Sirius blows it back up into the air again. He does this a few more times, until it falls off the side of his face and out of reach, and Remus watches, entranced the whole time.Â
âMoonshine?â Sirius asks, eyes squinting as he looks out the window. Heâs tracking a bird as it loops around the sky.Â
âYes?â Remus squeaks out, then clears his throat and deepens his voice, âUh, I mean, yes?âÂ
Sirius shrugs, âWould you ever be interested in shagging?âÂ
Remus feels his cheeks go red, âWhat?â
âShagging?â Sirius asks, turning to look at Remus, and itâs mortifying, âLike, sex⌠fucking⌠you know?â
âAh⌠yes?â Remus nods, âYes, Iâd be⌠I mean, who isnât interested in sex?â He laughs nervously.
âErm⌠me, I suppose.â Sirius sighs, looking back up at the roof, âI mean, I do it a lot I suppose- or, well, not that much. But, you know, more than you or Pete and the girls and stuff.â
âRight.â Remus nods.
âBut I mean, itâs not that great. You know, if I never shagged again, I wouldnât care.âÂ
âReally?â He asks, curious.Â
âYeah, I mean, sure, girls are gorgeous and all but⌠eh, you know?âÂ
Remus swallows, âEh?â
âYeah.â He shrugs, âItâs just⌠slimey down there. And like⌠I donât understand the whole boob thing. I guess⌠I âspose itâs not really normal, so I just ignore it. But I donât go out of my way to shag a girl unless she asks, you know?âÂ
âSureâŚâ Remus says, because he very much knows- or, well, not really. He knows he wouldnât shag a girl no matter what, because he doesnât like girls. So he gets that, but he doesnât really understand if Sirius is implying the same circumstance or not.Â
âHave you ever shagged anyone, Remus?âÂ
âNo.â He swallows, âNever.â
âOhâŚâ Sirius nods, âBut you want to?â
âYes.â Remus nods back.Â
Sirius seems to think about this for a moment, humming to himself in quiet contemplation, and Remus just watches. He has no idea what heâs feeling right now, other than downright confused and so fucking intrigued.Â
âWould you ever shag me?âÂ
Remus chokes. He starts coughing and spluttering, cheeks red and eyes wide, âSorry?âÂ
Sirius shrugs, âSorry.â He laughs, âDidnât mean to catch you off guard like that. But would you ever shag me?âÂ
âI⌠I meanâŚâ Remus rubs his forehead, âIâm⌠I donâtâŚâ
âJust, you know how James and I are finding things to piss my mother off?âÂ
âYeahâŚ?âÂ
âWell, we thought it would be good if I shagged a bloke, and a creature⌠a criminal, and like⌠a halfblood.â Sirius smiled, âYouâre an unregistered half blood werewolf with a cock, so-â
âBloody hell, Sirius.â Remus looks at him, absolutely gobsmacked. Lily will go crazy when he tells her about this conversation. âI mean⌠what?âÂ
Sirius shrugged, âI mean, itâs not like Iâm gay or anything. I just know it would piss her off.â
Well, thatâs disappointing.Â
âSo yeah, do you wanna shag?â
âAre you serious?âÂ
Sirius smirked.Â
âI- no.â He scoffed, laughing into his hands as he hid behind them, âAre you genuinely asking me to fuck, right now, Sirius?â
âYeahâŚâ Sirius smiled, âJust a bit of fooling around. It doesnât have to mean anything, and I know weâre both not gay so itâs cool. It doesnât have to be weird.âÂ
âRight.â Remus nods, because heâs not gay, no, not at all.Â
âBesides, imagine the bragging rights.âÂ
âSorry?â Remus hummed.Â
âWell, I can say Iâve fucked a werewolf, and a criminal, which is⌠pretty cool.â He grinned, âAnd you can say youâve fucked Sirius Black.â
âOh, you cocky bastard.â Remus groaned.Â
Sirius laughed, âImagine it, one of those girls in the halls bragging to their friends about how Iâve been inside them- and what, youâd just be able to say youâve been inside me! Something theyâd never be able to say.â
Remusâ eyebrows furrowed, âIâd be inside you?â
âWell, yeah.â Sirius shrugged, âOh, unless you prefer it the other way around. I just think Iâd prefer if you fucked me, is all.âÂ
Remusâ brain is short circuiting. Heâs beginning to question whether or not Sirius is as straight as he claims.Â
âWhen you said shag, I assumed you mean handjobs.âÂ
âOhâŚâ Sirius nodded, looking a little disappointed actually, âOh, yeah, we can⌠we can just do handjobs if you want.âÂ
âErm, no thatâs okay.â Remus cleared his throat, âI can⌠I can, erm, do that, if youâd like.âÂ
âOh, Moons, you donât have to just do it if you donât want. I donât wanna make you uncomfortable.â Sirius smiled, so, so prettily.
âNo, itâs okay, yeah, IâdâŚâ Remus looked away for a moment, unable to believe he was actually having this conversation, âIâll fuck you.â
âOh, brilliant.â Sirius grinned, âYouâre really the best, Remus. Like, my favorite person in the world. Mother will be so pissed if she ever found out- and donât worry, Iâm not just gonna go tell her. Itâs just the idea of it.âÂ
âRight.â Remus nods.Â
âSo, erm⌠Iâve got detention, so we canât do it now⌠how about tonight?âÂ
âTo-â Remus stops himself mid sentence and looks at Sirius aghast, âYouâre just⌠yeah, okay, yeah.âÂ
Sirius hummed, âJames will have his date thing in the astronomy tower by the time I get back from detention so⌠we just have to get Peter out of the room somehow.â
âLeave it to me!â Remus says, âIâve got⌠Iâll figure it out. Iâm⌠yeah, weâre good mates so Iâll sort it.â
âOh, Moonbeam, you really are the best.â Sirius smiles, hopping up out of his chair and bouncing over to pet Remus on the top of his head, âReally, I owe you big time.âÂ
âYeah.â Remus blushed and ducked his head, watching Sirius waltz out of the room, humming a happy tune.Â
â â
â
âHoly shit guys, I justâŚâ Remus plops himself down on the couch between Mary and Marlene. Lily is sitting on the floor against Maryâs legs and Peteâs sitting across from her, theyâre playing snap. âI⌠I think Iâm gonna have sex with Sirius.â
All four of them went dead silent, turning slowly to look at him.Â
Remus swallows and looks up, âHe wants to piss of his parents and⌠apparently secretly having sex with me is the perfect way to do that?â
âWhat?â Peter gasps.Â
âYeah, my thoughts exactly, Wormy.â Remus muttered, âErm, weâre gonna shag tonight⌠he wants⌠he wants me to shag him, tonight.âÂ
âMerlinâŚâ Lily grins looking up at him, âOh, Remus!â
Remus bites his lip, blushing, âPete⌠you reckon you can clear the room tonight?âÂ
âTrust me, Iâm staying as far away as possible.â Peter laughed, âBloody hell, I owe James ten galleons. I really didnât think that would work.â
âYou planned this?â Remus asked, âWait, you bet on this?â
Peter looked at him deadpan, âIâve already made fifty galleons from winning bets on Sirius, heâs so predictable. Obviously I bet on this.âÂ
Remus sighs and sinks down into the sofa, âIâm going to have sex with Sirius tonightâŚâ He looks around at them all, âHow do you have sex?â
âOh, Remus.â Lily mused.Â
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Itâs just them. Just Remus and Sirius. The moment he got back from detention James was waltzing out of the room with a cheerful grin, off to his date, and Pete was following right after in hopes of finding Marlene.Â
So theyâre alone already, which makes things so much easier for Sirius.Â
âThanks.â He smiles, âFor sorting Pete out.âÂ
âNo problem.â Remus nodded, âHe was gonna hang out with Marlene anyway.âÂ
âOh, cool.â Sirius said, starting to feel a little awkward, âErm, so, I donât really know how this works.â
âMe either, I suppose.â Remus swallowed, âI did some research, though. Figured out some stuff.â
âOh, MoonsâŚâ Sirius smiled, he really is the most grateful for Remus. He really is the best. He just feels so much admiration for him all the time. âYouâre such a good friend.âÂ
âYep.â Remus nods, âSuch a good friend.â
âSo like⌠are we just doing the sex bit, or foreplay too?â Sirius asked, hoping Remus votes for foreplay. Sirius is good at foreplay, itâs his strong suit. Itâs the part he likes the best of sex, so he doesnât want to make it weird by not enjoying any of this.Â
But foreplay is what people do when they like each other, most of the time. So Sirius would understand if Remus says no to it. Like, it would be extra disappointing, but heâd get it.Â
âForplay?â Remusâ eyes widen.Â
âYeah, like⌠kissing and all that.â He shrugs, âUndressing each other .â
Remus swallows, âSure.â He says, and for some reason his voice just got higher. Sirius likes when Remusâ voice does that, itâs funny and it makes him feel kinda good, like, proud in a way, but he doesnât know why.Â
âOh, cool.â Sirius nods, acting all nonchalant when really heâs feeling very happy inside.Â
âUhm⌠we have to use lube.âÂ
âOhâŚâ Sirius furrowed his brow. Girls donât need lube. He really knows less about this sex stuff than he thought. âRight, well, I think we have some of that butter left from the prank-â
âNot butter.â Remus cuts in, laughing at him, âDefinitely not butter, Sirius. Itâs going inside you-â
âOh, yuck. I donât want butter in my arse.â He grimaced.Â
âYeah, I donât really want it on me either.â Remus laughed, âLike, sex lube.âÂ
âOhâŚâ Sirius nodded, âWhatâs that? Can we make it?âÂ
âNo.â Remus smiled, turning to his bedside draw, âItâs just gel stuff, I guess. Erm, hereâŚâ He tossed a little tube over to Sirius.Â
Itâs see through and has a transparent slime inside, âOh, where'd you get this on such short notice? Itâs half empty.âÂ
Remus went red again. Sirius likes when he makes Remus go red. âErm⌠cause I use it.âÂ
âI thought you didnât have sex?â
âI donât.â Remus splutters, âItâs for⌠wankingâ.
Sirius looked down at the tube, then over at Remusâ crotch, âOh⌠really? I donât need lube when I wank- I mean, not that I wank very often, but itâs always wet enough when I do.âÂ
Remusâ eyes widened and he just stared at Sirius for a moment, âRightâŚâÂ
Sirius shrugged, âThis sex stuff is interesting.âÂ
âErm, youâll also have to be⌠fingered.â Remus gritted out.Â
âCan you finger blokes?â He asks, genuinely baffled as he flips the bottle of lube around in his hand absentmindedly.Â
Remus nods.Â
âOh, I didnât know that⌠why?â
âTo make it like⌠big enough.â Remus nods, âYou know⌠forâŚâ He waved his hands wearily around his crotch.Â
âOh, yeah, I suppose itâs kinda a small hole, hey?â Sirius hummed, the pieces slotting into place now, âCool.âÂ
âYeah, cool.âÂ
âSo⌠like, I havenât kissed a bloke before, but Iâve kissed girls.â Sirius smiled, âHave you kissed a bloke before? I know youâve kissed a couple girls.âÂ
Remus nods, âI kissed Peter once.âÂ
Sirius immediately does not like that. He doesnât know why, but thatâs just weird. Itâs just so, so weird. Peter? Remus has kissed Peter? What the fuck.Â
âWhat?â
âYeah, we made out once-â Remus cuts himself off, giving Sirius an unsure look.Â
Sirius knows itâs because heâs scowling. Heâs not even ashamed of it. Remus and Peter made out, how fucking weird. Thatâs just fucking weird. Thatâs so gross, that so- oh, is Sirius homophobic? Oh, Sirius really doesnât want to be homophobic. A lot of his friends are gay, that would be really bad if he was homophobic.Â
He huffs and looks at the ground, âDid it mean anything-â
âNo.â Remus says immediately, âThe girls just dared us one day, since theyâve all kissed each other- it was just stupid. Didnât mean anything. Never will. Never has.âÂ
âOh, cool.â Sirius nods, some of the weight lifting off of his shoulders. The thought still makes him a little queasy, but less so now.
Perhaps shagging a bloke will make him less homophobic. He really hopes it will. He feels really terrible. His whole life heâs been running from the man his parents tried to shape him into, and yet, the shadow lingers.Â
Itâs terrifying.Â
âErm, so⌠do we just⌠kiss?âÂ
Remus is still for a moment, and heâs looking at Sirius kind of strangely. Sirius doesnât know what to do with himself in all honesty, he never does under Remusâ gaze. Itâs always so intense, it makes him nervous, fiddley⌠giggly.Â
Oh yeah, Remus makes him so giggly. Heâs fighting the urge to giggle like a child now. Remus is just⌠heâs looking at him, like really looking. Sirius feels so special when Remus looks at him, because he knows Remus doesnât look at anyone else like this. No, this look is reserved especially for Sirius and thatâs just⌠well, isnât that just delightful?Â
But he really doesnât want to giggle right now. Heâs trying so hard not too, because that would be embarrassing. He feels like a girl, which is so weird, and so dumb, because why would he ever feel like that?Â
âDo you want to kiss?â Remus asked back eventually.Â
âYes.â Sirius says, without a thought, mouth on autopilot apparently. And thatâs probably a good thing, because his brain is kind of a bit useless at the moment. So much is going on up there, yet there are no thoughts at all. He nods his head for assurance, âYeah, thatâd be good.â
âOkay.â Remus smiled and took a couple of steps closer.Â
Sirius looked at the gap between them, there wasnât much of one, but he certainly wasnât close enough to comfortably kiss. So Sirius took the final step, the baggy wool of Remusâ sweater brushing up against the buttons of Siriusâ shirt.Â
âHi there.â Sirius murmured into the small space between them. If he leant forward, just a smidgen, their noses would bump together.Â
âHi.â Remus smiles, his cheeks flushing a really adorable pink colour, flushed under freckles and scars.Â
Sirius really doesnât know how Remus doesnât get girls, because he thinks Remus is quite attractive. Well, sure, heâs not dashing in the way Sirius effortlessly is, and heâs not cute in the way Peter is, and heâs certainly not stoically handsome like James. But heâs attractive in his own little way, in the Remus way, the way that heâs just really handsome because he simply is and everyone should just agree because Sirius knows.Â
Besides, he looks really cute when heâs about to get kissed. All up close and personal, honey-golden eyes barely visible behind the dilation in his pupils, flushed cheeks smattered under a galaxy of freckles, silver scars that are just so intrinsically Remus, pert lips that look so⌠so⌠uhm, Sirius canât think. Heâs too distracted to think.Â
Point is, Remus is damned attractive and itâs appalling that not more people think so.Â
Remus huffs and bites his lip, and Sirius can feel his eyes searching all over Siriusâ face. But he canât help but stare at the place between Remusâ front teeth, the plush skin, itâs so pink and shiny. Heâs just so⌠so cute.Â
Sirius boops their noses together.Â
Remus almost giggles.Â
Sirius kisses him.Â
Itâs⌠well, itâs so much better than kissing girls. Honestly, Remus must have been practising because heâs just really good at this whole kissing thing. Maybe thereâs a spell or something that makes you really good.Â
Whatever it is, Remus is it. Theyâre not even making out and itâs just so much better than every girl heâs ever kissed, ever.Â
Remus is really just such a good mate, isnât he? Gosh, Sirius really thinks so.Â
Remus shuffles a little closer and tips his head to the side slightly, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue along the seam of Siriusâ own lips.Â
Itâs so well done, his smoothness, that Sirius breaks out in goosebumps. Once this is all over, Sirius will have to tell Remus that he really is just so good at all this kissing stuff.Â
Heâs really that good that Sirius kinda just wants to keep him to himself. Like a little trophy that only he gets to have. No one else should be allowed to be graced with such good kissing skills because honestly, Sirius doesnât think any girl out there would be able to properly appreciate it.Â
Itâs so good, when Remus slips some tongue into Siriusâ mouth and reaches up to tug Sirius in by the belt loops, that he moans. He actually moaned, and heâs not even embarrassed because Remus needs to know just how good at this he is.Â
Remus tugs him closer and Sirius lifts his hands to grab at the back of Remusâ neck and tug at the jumper over his shoulder because something has just come over him. Something wild. Some primal need or something to just tear Remusâ clothes off and have him. He blames Padfoot.Â
They shuffle back to Siriusâ bed until Remusâ knees buckle and he flops down onto it. Sirius shoves himself into Remusâ lap, straddling him and pressing close which just feels⌠so good. Like, Remus really doesnât know how good he is.Â
He must be some sex god or something. How Remus hasnât had sex yet, Sirius doesnât know. But what he does know, is that Remus is so fucking wonderful and Sirius doesnât want to share.Â
How strange is that?Â
Remusâ bony fingers reach up to undo the buttons on Siriusâ shirt, but before he can even get halfway, Sirius is yanking Remusâ jumper up and off his body in a rush.Â
âSo good.â He mutters, leaning in to kiss Remus again. He starts shoving off his own shirt before Remus can do the last button. âOh, youâre really good at this, Moony.âÂ
Remus moans against his mouth and wow, holy Godrick, thatâs really a wonderful sound. How are his moans even that brilliant? This really isnât fair. How is Sirius ever supposed to be so good in bed? He really hopes he doesnât let Remus down.Â
âFuck.â Remus mumbles, latching his lip onto Siriusâ throat and groaning when Sirius digs his nails into Remusâ shoulders, âYou- oh, youâre really- youâre so hot.â
Sirius flushes all over, and he dips back down to kiss Remus again. He canât help but giggle.Â
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âPlease, please, please, please.â Sirius is mumbling, actually completely naked underneath Remus which is just⌠itâs really a sight to behold. Itâs an image which will be imprinted in Remusâ mind for the rest of eternity.Â
Remus canât help but duck down to kiss him, right on the lips, because Sirius seems to actually really love that. He actually seems to really love a lot of things involving Remus sexually.Â
Remus moans, his hips pressing down against Siriusâ. The friction from that alone is far better than anything he conjures up in his mind and creates with his own right hand at night.Â
âYeah.â He nods, âYeah, erm⌠do⌠do you wanna do it yourself?â
âDo what?â Sirius gasps, bucking his hips up when Remus doesnât grind down again.Â
âFinger yourself.â Remus says bluntly, because thereâs really no other way to say it.Â
âOh, uhmâŚâ Siriusâ eyes fly open, and they flick around Remusâ face for a bit before he flushes more than he already has and smiles, âCan you do it? I donât really know what Iâm doing, and Iâll just probably like it more if you did⌠youâre like⌠really bloody good at this sex stuff.âÂ
Remus knows for a fact that he is not really bloody good at this sex stuff. Heâs never even done it before, and heâs being really awkward as he always is. The first kiss they shared he was so stiff for, and he literally opened his mouth and shoved his tongue out really weirdly because he was just so shocked by Sirius actually doing this. He knows that was a terrible kiss, but Sirius just kept kissing him anyway. And then Sirius kinda took the lead there a little and gave Remus some time to figure it out, thankfully.Â
So yeah, Remus knows heâs so fucking bad at this. He knows Sirius has been with a good handful of girls who are confident, and experienced, and way nicer to look at. And yet, Sirius wonât stop banging on about how fucking good Remus is at all of this, how his mouth is fucking magic, and how heâs making Sirius all tingly.Â
Itâs like a dream. A real dream brought to life or something. Remus really pinched himself at one moment to make sure he wasnât actually dreaming it up.Â
But no. Itâs real. And Siriusâ is enjoying it. And Sirius wants Remus to finger him. And Sirius wants to have sex with Remus.Â
Remus is almost certain that Sirius just⌠isnât actually into girls at this point. Or at the very least, is into guys in one way or another.Â
Remus grabs the lube from under Siriusâ back, where heâd landed on it a while ago when taking off his trousers. He pops the cap and squeezes a big glob of lube onto his fingers before spreading it around a little.Â
Sirius gazes up at him, his legs are slightly open, spread around Remusâ own knees, all just⌠naked for him. His gaze is heavy lidded, and Remus fights the urge to look further downward.Â
âJust be nice, yeah?â Sirius asks, a finger reaching out to draw over a scar on Remusâ middle. âI havenât been fingered or anything before, so⌠do you think it will hurt?âÂ
Remus shakes his head, âAh⌠I did it to myself once. If you go slow it doesnât⌠Iâll go slow.âÂ
âOkay.â Sirius blushes again, âYou really are the best, Moonshine.âÂ
Merlin, that name? Oh, Remus is starting to lose it. Heâs actually going to lose his mind about it. Itâs bad enough as is, when Sirius calls him that just out and about. It makes his heart race and his stomach fill with butterflies.Â
But here? Now? Well, Remus is going to implode. Heâs so, so fucking into Sirius itâs sickening.Â
âThanks.â Remus mutters, reaching a sticky finger down between Siriusâ legs, âErm, is that⌠are youâŚ. Can I?â
âYeah.â Sirius breathes, his eyes falling shut, âO-oh, fuck, yeah. Oh, Moony, youâre so⌠mhm, youâre so good at this.âÂ
Remusâ brain melts a little more, because he hasnât actually done anything. Really, his finger is just sitting there, only the very tip of it has pushed inside and Sirius is there acting like Remus is just about to make him cum.Â
Sirius really canât be straight. Heâs either really good at faking it, or really, really gay.Â
Remus hopes for the latter.Â
âWhat about that? Hurt?â
âNo.â Sirius hums, smiling to himself as he turns his head into the pillows, his hands gripping the sheets, âNo, sâgood. Oh, Moonbeam, youâre- oh, youâd never⌠never hurt me. Never hurt me, baby. Sâgood.â
Remus has suddenly lost all coherent thought.Â
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Sirius feels euphoric.Â
Really, he wishes he had sex with Remus earlier because this is just fucking brilliant. Remus is really just so good.Â
When Sirius has sex with girls, he feels kinda good physically a lot. Like, his cock likes it, he supposed. But itâs usually really boring. Itâs just not all that great, he doesnât get why James likes sex so much.Â
But like, with Moony? Well, everything is great. Heâs just really good at it, and he must know exactly what heâs doing because no matter what it just makes Sirius feel so amazing.Â
Physically and emotionally. Like, everywhere. He feels like a live wire.Â
âR-Remus.â He stutters out, because heâs not very good at talking anymore. Heâs mostly just loudly moaning and stuff. Like, itâs so loud that Remus actually stopped midway through to cast a silencing charm so people outside the dorm wouldnât hear. âOh, fuck, Remus. Please, can you just fuck me?â
âShit.â Remus moans, âF-fuck, yeah. You⌠you sure? You sure you want that?âÂ
Sirius nods, because if Remus fingering him is this good, then he really wants to find out about the rest of it.Â
âYeah, please.â Sirius said, âReally, really, please, Moonybaby. Oh, fuck- youâre so- youâre so good at- uh.âÂ
âFucking- okay, yeah.â Remus chokes out, pulling his hand away from Sirius. Â
He canât help but whine about it, feeling so cold and empty. He reaches out to cling to Remus, but all he gets are glorious, sweaty, scarred thighs.Â
He lifts his head when he hears a wet sound, and watches Remus smear some lube over himself, quite entranced by it. He watches the slick glide of Remusâ wonderful hands and wishes it was himself between those magical fingers.Â
Remus comes closer, and Sirius immediately grabs for him. His arms sling around Remusâ neck, fingers sifting in through hair and clawing at his back.Â
âOh, Moony.â Sirius moans, kissing him as much as Remus will let him, âPlease. Oh, youâre so⌠oh, R-Remus.â
âBloody hell, Sirius.â Remus grunts, pressing in as close as he can. His whole body shivers as he slowly sinks down, Sirius whining helplessly in his ear. He canât help it, it feels so fucking good, just like he thought. âOh, fuck, youâre so- so hot. So fucking⌠oh, fuck.â
Sirius canât stop kissing, everywhere. Anywhere his lips can reach heâs attaching himself to Remus. It really is quite delightful, getting fucked by his sex god best friend.Â
He thinks about recommending it to James, but thankfully James is a committed man. Then perhaps Peter, but- no, theyâve already kissed, theyâve done enough. Besides, Sirius is apparently homophobic about that so he probably shouldnât suggest it.Â
Maybe heâll just tell everyone Remus is really bad, so no one else goes and fucks him- yeah, that sounds good. No one else gets to have him, only Sirius.Â
Heâs probably a really bad friend for that, but, well, he doesnât really care right now because Remus is just making him feel so, so good. Like, really lucky.Â
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Sirius is clinging to Remus like heâs his life line. Itâs probably the best feeling in the world. And yes, that includes the feeling of been balls deep inside Sirius.Â
Both are fucking amazing, but being clung too by Sirius beats it by just a smidgen.Â
Heâs shaking, actually, so much to the point that Remus had thought heâd done something wrong. But no, Sirius has assured him itâs purely because he just feels fucking amazing. That Remus is doing a bang on job.Â
Really, Remus isnât sure why Sirius keeps saying such things. Like, sure, now itâs fine because Remus has found a rhythm and gotten more comfortable doing this, but he was so awkward those first few thrusts. They were miscalculated, and kinda desperate, and just not very good, he could tell. But still, Sirius had said itâs the best feeling ever.Â
Remus doesnât know what to do with himself. So he just lets his body do whatever the hell it needs. And what it needs is to make Sirius finish, and apparently, to say dumb shit heâs going to regret later.Â
âYouâre so⌠so fucking pretty, baby.â He mutters, kissing Sirius between each few words, âSo good, so gorgeous. Feels so good- so good. Oh youâre just so good, so-â
Remus reels back, because Sirius is thrashing almost violently, and is getting louder and- Remus looks down to find white smeared all over Siriusâ stomach.Â
Sirius doesnât give Remus time to process that before heâs pulling him down into a deep kiss and thrusting his own hips up to meet Remusâ.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.â Sirius is muttering on repeat, smattering kisses everywhere on Remusâ face as he chases his own. âOh, so- so good, Moonshine. Youâre so good, too good to me.âÂ
Remus presses their foreheads together as he cums and kisses Sirius midway through. When he pulls away, Sirius is dazed.Â
He has a faraway, dreamy look in his eyes and a relaxed smile on his lips. His cheeks are bright pink, a stark contrast to his pale complexion, and his skin shimmers with sweat.Â
Oh, he really is just so fucking pretty.Â
âFuck.â Remus grunts, shifting until heâs laying down beside Sirius, both on their backs, shoulders overlapped.Â
Sirius whines as Remus slips away, and shivers slightly. Remus grabs his jumper off the pillow and lays it over Siriusâ chest like a blanket.Â
âHmm.â He hums, and closes his eyes.Â
Remus cleans them both up, reaching the end of the box of tissues on Siriusâ bedside. But theyâre clean, so itâs fine.Â
They lie there in silence for a while. Remus feels the moment Sirius comes too again, stiffening beside him. Itâs awkward, tense. Slowly, Sirius shucks Remusâ jumper off his chest and they both lie there, completely naked, staring at the roof.Â
They hear James and Peter come into the room, âTold you.âÂ
âDonât believe you.â James muttered back, âPads, mate, you in here?â
âJames, theyâre probably having a meaningful conversation.â Peter huffs, âLook at the curtains.âÂ
âWell, I want to see him.â
âYou can later.â Peter offers, âSirius, if you want James to come in, say something back.â
âDonât come in!â Sirius shouts, and silence lingers outside.Â
âSee, he doesnât want you too.â Peter says after a while, âCompletely silent.âÂ
âThe charm must still be on.â Remus muttered.Â
âOh.â Sirius nodded.Â
âFine.â James groaned, âCome to my bed later, Sirius. Iâm going to sleep.â
Sirius and Remus lie there for a while, listening to James and Peter get ready for bed. Honestly, Remus is glad Peter didnât say anything to James about them having sex.Â
Or, well, he doesnât think he said anything.Â
Not that heâd be mad if James found out Remus is gay. Heâs pretty sure James already knows. But, heâs sure Sirius would want to tell him about that. Sirius would probably have some strange things to say about it, so, itâs best if Sirius is the one to lay it all out there.Â
Once the room goes silent again, and the lights are all turned out, they dare a glance over at each other. Just as quickly, they look away.Â
Remus starts to feel a little guilty. He knows how he feels about Sirius, and Sirius clearly hadnât felt the same way. At least not prior to now. So, he decides to bite the fucking bullet, despite his own judgments, and confessess.Â
âI liked that.âÂ
âYeah, me too.â Sirius nodded, eyes fixed on the roof, âFelt good. You made me cum really hard.â
Merlin, he really doesnât make anything easy for Remus, does he?Â
âYeah.â Remus nods, âBut like⌠I liked it in a gay way.â
Sirius tenses beside him again.Â
âErm, cause Iâm gay.â Remus fills in, refusing to look anywhere but the stupid poster of a half naked motorbike girl on Siriusâ ceiling. âAnd I like you.â
âYou⌠like me?â Sirius mumbles.Â
âYeah.â Remus breathes, âA lot⌠I think youâre⌠brilliant. Youâre really, really, fucking brilliant. And also really good at sex.â
Sirius swallowed, âSo, do you think Iâm pretty?â
âYeah.â Remus nodded, âI said it, before.âÂ
âI thought you might have just been doing sex talk.âÂ
âOhâŚâ Remus swallows, âWere you just doing sex talk?â
âNo.â Sirius shakes his head, âI just⌠no, it was all honest. But, girls often make up sex talk, so-â
âIâm not a girl.âÂ
âYeah, I know.â Sirius swallowed, âSo you⌠you fancy me, for real?â
âYeah.â Remus nods, âA lot.â
âOh.âÂ
Remus chewed on his lip.Â
âExcuse me.â Sirius muttered, and then climbed out of bed.Â
He didnât even stop to put trousers on or anything. Remus listened as he walked over and pulled back the curtains of Jamesâ bed.Â
âOh, Sirius, hey, I- Merlin! Where are your clothes?â
âOver there. Remus and I had sex.âÂ
There was silence for a while before James said back, âWhat?â
âRemus and I had sex.âÂ
âWhen?â James asked, fucking gobsmacked.Â
âJust then.â Sirius said, âBefore you came into the room.âÂ
âWh- why?â
âIt was your idea!â He said defensively, âYou said I should just fuck Remus, so I did. I fucked Remus- or, rather, he fucked me.âÂ
âAnd you just decided to come tell me this, still very naked?â
âYeah.â Sirius said, âI think I can still feel his cum inside-â
âBloody hell, Sirius. You know he can- just, get in.â
âDo you want me to put clothes on?âÂ
âMerlin, I donât care, justâŚâ
âHeâs gay, you know?â Remus heard Sirius shuffle into the bed, âSaid he likes me.âÂ
âWow, really?â James gasped, âI had no fucking idea. Itâs not like he stares at you longingly or anything.âÂ
âOhâŚâ Sirius mumbled, âI think Iâm homophobic, by the way.âÂ
âSorry?â
âYeah, he said he kissed Pete and that made me feel kind of nauseous.âÂ
There was another long stretch of silence, and then from his own bed, Peter muttered, âYou owe me twenty gallons, James.âÂ
âFuck.â James muttered, drawing the curtains around them, âLook, Sirius, youâre not homophobic.â
âErm, yes I am.â Sirius said in defence, âWhy else would I get mad about Remus getting involved with other blokes?â
âOh, Sirius.â James sighed, and cast a silencing charm around them.Â
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Remus is startled awake by the curtains swishing back. Not that he slept very deeply, just a little nap. Heâs still in Siriusâ bed. He was too anxious to move.Â
Now that he sees Sirius standing there, still very naked, he feels like he should have left.Â
Sirius lifts up the corner of his blanket and slides under, closing the curtain around them before casting another silencing charm.Â
He tugs at the sheet and gestures for Remus to get under. And then they both lie there again, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the roof.Â
âYou okay?â Remus asks after a long silence. He feels so awkward about it.Â
âYep.â Sirius nods, âJust⌠trying to figure out the least scary way to ask you to be my boyfriend.â
Remusâ heart falls out from under him, âWhat?â
âOh.â Sirius mutters, âI guess I just did, didnât I?â
âAre you serious?â Remus gasps, turning to look at him.Â
Sirius smirks and turns his head slowly to look back at Remus.Â
âDonât answer that.â He mutters, âIâmâŚâ
âYeah.â Sirius nods, genuinity behind his pretty, pale eyes, âErm, yeah, James told me Iâm gay.â
âWhat?â Remus gaped, âWhat do you mean he told you you were gay?â
Sirius shrugged, âLike, Iâve been gay this whole time, and I really like you. I just didnât know it, is all. I thought I was homophobic, can you believe that? James just made me realise I was jealous.â
âJealous⌠of Peter?âÂ
âYes. Never look at him again, please.â Sirius said sternly.Â
Remus furrowed his brow, looking at Sirius in shock.Â
Sirius broke into a grin, âIâm kidding. But really, I did get jealous. Iâm jealous about you a lot. Itâs why I get so angry at you sometimes.â
âOh.â Remus swallowed, âThatâŚâ
âYeah.â Sirius smiled, laughing at himself softly, âItâs stupid. Iâm stupid.â
âYouâre not.â Remus corrects, âYouâre really smart. Youâre the smartest person I know. Sometimes this stuff is just really hard, I get it. I know.âÂ
He blushes, and itâs fucking adorable. Itâs always adorable.Â
âYouâre so sweet, Moony.â Sirius hums, kissing Remusâ shoulder, âSo, will you?â
âWill I what?â
âBe mine?â He asks.Â
âOhâŚâ Remusâ heart is racing. Itâs going so fast, beating so hard he can feel it in his throat, âYes. Fuck, yes please.âÂ
Sirius breaks out into the most brilliant smile before rolling over and wrapping himself around Remus, âYay.âÂ
Remus hugs him back, entangling their legs together and hoping they never have to untangle, âYou really mean it?â
âYeah.â Sirius hums, pressing his lips to Remusâ skin a few times, âOh, I was so crazy for not knowing it, Moonshine. Iâm mental about you.âÂ
Remus feels extatic, âIâm mental about you too, sweetheart.âÂ
âOh, I really like that.â Sirius mused, âI really like you.â
Remus chuckled, âOkay, sweetheart.âÂ
Sirius hums, content, snuggling closer into Remusâ side, âGod, imagine my mother now. Not just shagging an unregistered werewolf bloke, but now heâs my boyfriend?â
âSheâd have a heart attack.âÂ
âGood.â Sirius smiled, âOh, I love when everything just comes together like this. James is so exited. He owes Pete a lot of money, theyâve been betting on us for ages.âÂ
Remus snorts, âI think Peteâs been cheating then. Heâs known Iâm into you for ages.â
Sirius snorts, âOf course he is.â He lifts his head to kiss Remus sweetly, âLet me take you out on a date, Moonybaby?â
Remus melted, sighing against Siriusâ lips, âYeah, please.âÂ
âOh, Iâm gonna woo you so hard, you wonât even know what hit you.â Sirius smiled, âAnd then weâre gonna shag so much again, because I didnât know shagging was actually fun.â
Remus snorts and kissed Sirius some more, âI did, I was just waiting for you to prove it.âÂ
The way that Sirius swooned made Remus feel like he was on top of the fucking world.Â
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HAPPY HORNY SATURDAY! i hope you enjoyed this one, it was very fun to write. just a silly little bit of smut because why the hell not, i say?!
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hi! hope you're having an okay day. I was wondering if you had any fic recs, specifically with Matches Malone and/or identity shenanigans? I also really enjoy those fics :D hope you have a good day!
Identity shenanigans or Matches Malone?? Uhhhhhhhhhhh (*immediate panic*).
So the thing is, it really really really depends on what you, stranger, are comfortable with, and what you enjoy?? There are a lot of fics I like, or at least have tried out myself, but there are also a half-dozen that are super content sensitive, especially when it comes to, like, gang stuff and Gotham's underbelly...? I'm going to put a couple things here, but. Uh. I will also recommend just opening the Matches Malone tag on ao3 and applying your own filters, since I don't know any of your hard lines! There's only like 173 fics in total. Sorting through them is super easy. Have fun and be yourself.
On the other hand, I've got some stuff here:
Matches Malone identity nonsense:
âGood girls don't, but I do: Superbat, several undercover identities, gender fuckery (of what nature is up to reader interpretation), Journalist Clark Kent, and first time meetings! Unfinished so far, but super fun with a lot of potential! I am very excited about this one!!
âHave I told you about Minnie? Steph and Bruce bonding! Turns out, if you're pretending to be someone else, it's super easy to say nice things about your kids when they're not listening, lol...or are they? đ
Matches Malone Has Too Many Kids: Man, weird how Matches Malone has as many kids as Brucie Wayne, huh....and boy will he tell you all about what his crime family has been up to! Features Bruce & Family bonding via undercover identities; what could go wrong?
âhomewrecker: Omegaverse; Red Hood accidentally tells Two Face that Matches Malone (Bruce, undercover,) is his mom. ...Whoops. Now all of Gotham has an opinion on Matches' (Bruce) and Batman's (also Bruce) custody battle over their crime lord son, and new step-mom Bruce Wayne (also also Bruce) is asked to weigh in lmao. Top tier comedy. So dumb. Cannot recommend enough. Every single Bat kid takes the piss. Gotham's undergound is in a tizzy. Bruce is so, so tired.
âUnder(under)cover: DC x White Collar. Tim, undercover as an ex-con in the government's favorite form of law enforcement, suddenly has to get the detectives around him off his back before his identity is exposed...so obviously pulling out a few Malone family members is a good enough distraction, right? đ Pretending you've recently escaped a crime family is totally not an extra burden to your already half-busted cover identity, Tim! There are no possible consequences for this!
Don't Mess with Ma's Boy: Ma's Boy, Metropolis's enforcer for Mafia head Ma Kent, catches a Bat in his back yard. Obviously, the solution is to show him around town and share street food, of course. (SuperBat, with Super Shenanigans lmao)
Other Malone nonsense (Batfam Identities Two, Electric Boogaloo):
Playing with Matches: Batfam-centric secondary identities schtick. You're a Malone! You're a Malone! Red Hood's a Malone?? Everyone's a Malone!! Outside POV from Red Hood's gang and more!
âRobbie Malone saves the day & spills secrets: a DC x White Collar undercover op extravaganza, featuring Jason and Dick as our MCs. (TW: does feature fears of sexual assault, nothing onscreen.)
The one who got away: another DC x White Collar fic. Turns out, uh, if you don't tell your new kid that you're the famous Gotham Bats or why one of Gotham's most famous untouchable mob families is coming around to visit all the time, they're going to come to their own conclusions! Those conclusions may not be flattering! They might be scared enough to cut and run, actually! You may have to apologize for making this extremely stressful on them!! ...If they let you back in at all!
Features smut (mostly SuperBat)(There are other ships in the tag they're just not my thing; go explore the tag yourself for other options):
âI want to sell what you're buying: Clark Kent, journalist, meets Matches Malone, informant, for a...wilder time than he was expecting to agree to on his trip into Gotham. (TW Fic eventually makes it more obvious that Clark knows who/what he's agreeing to, but it does read on the edge of identity dubcon for a hot minute if you're sensitive to that)
Matches and the Doll: I do love the dynamic of a ne'er do well and his extremely obedient Super as choice of undercover roles, but this is, at the end of the day, all leading up to wild exhibitionist smut FYI
Pretty Reporters Are Always In Need of Saving (title is largely self explanatory) is followed up with by a SuperBat week 2024 fill Good Boys Play with Matches. It's uh. You know. Alley sex and roleplay. Read the warnings.
Recs from the discord (Home of the Apiary Genders!)
(Un)Conventional Date Night: Dp x DC. Matches Malone and two out-of-town scientists tear up the town on their night off!
Your Boy That Was, the Son That Is... More Matches Malone & Red Hood identity angst. What happens when the son recognizes his father, but the man himself cannot?
Art:
Bruce as Matches Malone and Clark Illustration, as presented on ao3!
I think that's all I have time for today...? There are other identity shenanigan fics I love that aren't on here, but this list took me like an hour and a half and there is other writing I'm supposed to get done today...lol. I'm only 181 pages into this unreleased fic! I better get moving! đ
Thanks for asking!đ§Ą
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003. they're not soundproof (wc: 1046)
Mark sits at the end of the study table, arms crossed as he takes slow breaths. When he left the room, only you and Allen had occupied the table. But once he returned, four of your classmates had joined his little âstudy group.â Everyone was off in their own little conversations, but you couldn't help but send him a small smile. His blood would boil if it were any other person there, but the sight of that sly smile that played on your lips just left his heart pounding.
âSorry, my brother and Jungwoo said they wanted to join,â you whisper to him, pointing at the two that sat on the opposite side of the table: Jiwoong Kim and Nicha Yontararak, or Minnie. Two upperclassmen that were friends with your brother and Jungwoo and also a part of your Japanese class. You stared at the two on either side of them, âthose two, I don't really know why they're here. I thought you said they couldn't make it?â
âThose twoâ were Mark's friends, Donghyuck and Julie, who sheepishly smiled at him as they conversed with their classmates. âWell, that's what they told me,â he tells you, huffing.
Julie, closest to the two of you, leans over to butt in. âWe had something come up with our other plans,â she starts, shrugging before she mouths a quick âsorryâ towards Mark.
Before Mark can respond, Jiwoong starts on the other side of the table. âI'm so glad somebody started a study group,â he says, smiling softly. âI was starting to go a little crazy because of Mr. Suh's lessons, and we're only one week in.â
âOh my Gosh, same,â Minnie continues, hands falling down on the table. She sends a sorrowful look your way, âyour Japanese is literally so good already, girl. How do you do it?â
You laugh lightly, shaking your head at her words. âOh, it's nothing, come on,â you draw out.
Allen, who had now moved to the chair on the other side of you, threw his arm over your shoulder with a bright smile. âY/Nie here is a multilingual genius. I genuinely think she has a superpower to learn any language she wants just like that,â he snaps his fingers to emphasize the word âthat.â âShe's amazing.â
âStop it,â you say sheepishly, swatting his arm away. âI want to learn just like you guys, I've just got a few languages down, so it's easier to learn others.â
âI agree with Allen,â Mark starts, smiling sweetly at you. âIt's really amazing.â
Your eyes don't stay on him long, as Hyuck's loud voice calls you back to the group. âWell, then, you will just be a great help for our study group then, won't you?â He asks you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glances back and forth between you and Mark. âMark is just terrible at learning new languages, so he might need a lot of help.â
âHaha, shut up, man,â Mark laughs, though his eyes stare daggers towards his friend.
âWell, I think this is going to be fun,â Allen exclaims, tapping the table excitedly. âI've never been in a study group before.â
âActually, uh, before we start,â Mark interrupts, eyeing Hyuck again. âCan we talk real quick, outside?â
Despite his previous cheeky mood, Hyuck tenses up at Mark's gaze. He nods quickly, following his friend out into the hall. But of course, he doesn't forget to send you a friendly wave before the door shuts behind him.
âWhat the hell, man?â Mark starts instantly, huffing as he crosses his arms once again. âThis was supposed to be just me and her. What the fuck are you doing here? What the fuck are any of you doing here?â
âListen, Y/N invited everyone but me and Julie, alright?â Hyuck rebuts, scoffing. âAnd Allen only invited us because he had no idea we were âsupposedâ to be a part of your little study group.â
Mark rolls his eyes, letting out a pained laugh. âListen, roll your eyes all you want,â Hyuck continues, jabbing his friend in the chest. âI can try to help you out as much as you want, but forget studying alone with her. This study group's happening. If I have to study, so do you, sweetheart.â
The sound of the door opening brings their attention away from each other, and their eyes fall on you. You peaked your head around the door, âhey.â You said softly. âJust wanted to let you guys know that these windows, y'know the windows that completely surround the study room. They're not soundproof.â
âFuck, Y/N,â Mark starts, following you back into the room with Hyuck. âI'm sorry, really.â
âWhat, sorry that your plan got ruined?â You ask, sitting back down at the table. Your classmates stayed silent, watching the scene play out in front of them. âOr sorry that I heard how disappointed you were in the plan not working out?â
He watched as you prepared your books for studying, ready to completely ignore him if absolutely necessary. âObviously the latter, come on,â he tells you, eyes too focused on you to notice that Hyuck returns to his seat. âI really want to study with you, genuinely.â
You stare up at him with a blank stare, âdrop the act. I'm not falling for it,â you reply, returning to your notes. âIf you don't want to study with us, then fine. You know where the door is.â
âY/N,â he says, but all he gets in reply is you pointing at the door in silence. He looks to Julie and Hyuck for help, but their eyes are glued to their textbooks. His eyes graze over the others, who awkwardly avoid his gaze by looking at each other or their notes. âFine, I'll leave.â
He begins to pack his things back up in silence, though his eyes keep wandering back to you. To see if you'd look back at him. To see if you'd tell him to stop, just sit down and join them. But you never do. Your eyes stay on your textbook, never leaving to meet his.
He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he throws his backpack over his shoulder. Without saying another word, he exits the study room and doesn't turn back.
synopsis ⤠mark, desperate to talk to the cute girl in his japanese class, forms a study group. who knew that other struggling college students might want to join a study group?
a/n: i'm imagining their seating arrangement to actually be like it is in community đđ so like mark in jeff's spot, y/n = britta, allen = abed, hyuck = troy, jiwoong = pierce, minnie = shirley, and julie = annie. i hope that all makes sense !
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[[and then I met you || ch. 7]]
Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit
Summary:
A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father â Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyerâs and Matt realizes he needs to protect his new family from not only Hell's Kitchen but from the world.
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When you escaped your parentsâ house and moved into the city for college, you already knew the basics of cooking. Since you had turned fourteen, it had been your responsibility to feed yourself. 'You are old enough to figure it out' was what your parents had told you. Living in the dorms didn't give you much opportunity to cook and when you finally had your own kitchen to really play around in, you didn't have the money to afford a full pantry. It was hard, but it never deterred you and you learned a couple of good recipes.
When Minnie came along and you were able to figure out her likes and dislikes, you made a few changes - you could finally afford to get all organic produce and bread not made from ninety percent sawdust and you started cooking even more because your little one didn't like things from a can.Â
And despite what the experts and people online say, you give in to every one of Minnie's food whims. You don't want to force her to eat things she doesn't like. Your parents never listened to you, even if the food made you sick - you ate what was given to you or not at all. You are not going to do that to her and the rules you have come up with are she at least has to try something. If she doesn't like it, she doesn't need to eat it, and the past few months she's been pretty good at telling you why she doesn't like something. You don't always understand her reasoning, but you accept and tell her that she can try it again when she's bigger.Â
Her favorite thing that you make is lasagna. You make it from scratch and she usually loves to help you and will spend all day excited for ooey-gooey cheese.
Usually. Â
Today is not a usual day. Today your daughter is an upset little banshee. As soon as she woke up, she was in a bad mood. She didn't want to be touched at all and getting her dressed was a nightmare. Lots of 'no's and crying about how all her clothes were itchy until you finally allowed her to just wear her swimsuit. It was the only thing you could get her to stay in. You didn't even try with her hair, running your fingers through it to get out some knots, but that only lasted a full five seconds before she was running away from you.
You are trying to be patient with her - you know that something must be upsetting her, whether it be waking up on the wrong side of the bed or she's starting to get a cold and not feeling well. She doesn't know how to express herself beyond crying and you don't blame her. You want to cry when you don't feel well.Â
That doesn't mean it isn't stressful for you. The back of your skull is throbbing from her screams and your own mood is sour because you don't know how to help. Hearing her so upset breaks your heart.Â
Matt is supposed to come by, thus the homemade dinner, but part of you wonders if you should cancel. Minnie isn't going to calm down anytime soon and you would feel bad having him come over just to witness a tantrum. On the other hand, tantrums are a part of having a child.Â
You decide to leave it up to him and send him a text letting him know Minnie is having a bad day. He quickly responds he still wants to come, so you return to working on your tomato sauce as quietly as you can.
Mouse has hidden herself under a throw blanket with her tablet and her plushies on the couch. You don't worry about her doing anything she shouldn't be - the tablet is child locked to hell and back - but it is a little hard to tell what she is doing since she's muted the tablet. There is an eerie purple glow coming from under the blanket, so you can guess she's playing one of her games. You've found a few that don't require sound that she enjoys - a few dress up games and matching things.Â
Occasionally you hear her sniffle or mumble but she doesn't call for you, so you let her be. She didn't really nap today, so you're trying to avoid another meltdown. You are hoping when you remind her Matt is coming, it will help her mood. You're a little jealous he is obviously her new favorite person, but also you are so happy for it.Â
Your original idea of taking things slow has been adjusted based on her reaction. You wanted to start talking to her about family today and build her up to the idea of having a dad, then have Matt over so she starts that association. That obviously is not going to happen.Â
You finish up your prep and start to assemble the lasagna, laying sheets of pasta down before adding sauce and cheese then repeating the process until the pan is full. You made a little extra, with the intention of sending Matt home with leftovers. He had mentioned in passing that he doesn't get to cook much and living off take out is not ideal.Â
The baking pan gets put into the oven and the timer is set, then you aren't sure what to do with yourself. It will take about an hour and Matt is scheduled to arrive then.Â
You could do some cleaning, but with how Minnie is, you don't want to set her off. You know when she gets like this, any little thing can trigger her, so the best you can come up with is scrolling your phone.Â
Still, you want to be with your baby, so you make your way to the couch. You keep your voice just above a whisper, knowing she's been itching at her ears all day, "Mouse, can I sit with you on the couch?"
You know she heard you based on the way the blanket moves. It takes a moment before you hear a tiny 'okay'.
You tuck yourself into the opposite corner and take out your phone to bring up something to look at. As soon as you start scrolling your feed, the glowing blanket mound starts moving towards you and you are easily overtaken by it. Minnie gets herself into your lap, still hidden away, then flops against your chest. You can feel her tablet against your thigh and you're pretty sure Scooby is jammed into your stomach, but as long as she's good, you're good.Â
You keep an eye on the time as you flick through your phone. A majority of the news sites you follow are filling your feed with stories about the explosion in Connecticut. An uneasiness fills your stomach when you see the word 'attack' being thrown around. The headlines say they have determined the destruction was intentional and not an accident, though no one has claimed responsibility. Tony Stark gave some sort of press conference, so his face is all over your phone.Â
You don't need this today, so you switch over to browsing some online shops. Minnie is getting too big for her winter coat, so you definitely need to get her one before the weather changes and prices go up. You'll have to get her approval before you make a final purchase, but it's good to check what is in the market.Â
About twenty minutes before you are due to take the lasagna out of the oven, Matt texts you to let you know he is on his way. You confirm that you got his message, then gently run a hand over the mound in your lap, "Hey, sweetie. Dinner is almost ready. Do you remember what I said about dinner tonight?"
The blanket gets tugged and moved until Minnie can poke just the top of her head out. She squints at you, like she is judging you, before mumbling out, "Mister Matt is coming?"
You give her a soft smile, trying to comfort her in any way you can, "That's right, baby, Mister Matt is going to come over and have dinner with us."
She squirms in your lap, before flopping herself forward again and declaring, "I want juice."
"Okay, sweetie."Â
You manage to gather her, her blanket, her tablet, and some plushies into your arms and get Minnie on your hip to carry her to the kitchen. You're an expert at doing things one handed and it only takes you a minute to make up a sippy cup. Once that is in her little hands, you deposit her into her seat at the dining table. You let her keep her blanket and toys, setting up Scooby and Pig so they are in the seat next to her and her tablet is on the table in front of her.Â
She is indeed playing a dress up game and as she nurses her juice, she looks at each dress option for the character she's dressing. As she does that, you start to set the table around her. You can tell that despite the cuddles and quiet, your Mouse is still in a grumpy mood. You really, really hope that Matt will help her smile a little.Â
Once everything is set, you check on the lasagna. It smells and looks delicious to you, and you take the sheet tray out a little early so it can start to cool. That gets Minnie's attention, and you can see her watching you out of the corner of your eye. She's stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them as her eyes follow you around the kitchen.
You are so busy watching Mouse watch you, you don't keep track of the time and when there is a soft knock at the front door, you jump.Â
You scurry to answer, putting your hand over your heart and telling yourself to chill out. You know who it is and why they are here, and you don't need to panic over it. It's just Matt, you tell yourself.
It's just Matt.Â
You open the door and your breath catches.Â
It is just Matt, but Matt is Matt, and he makes your heart pound in a different way.Â
He's come right from work, so he's in one of his crisp, fitted suits. His hair is fluffed up, like he's run his fingers through it too many times, and he's got that permanent five o'clock shadow. He looks like some GQ model, standing in your doorway.Â
Embarrassment runs through you. You're not nearly as dressed up as he is. Even on his casual days, he looks so fashionable and cool, and you are wearing biker shorts and a black T-shirt. You look by no means raggedy, but maybe you should have changed. Just because Matt can't see what you are wearing doesn't mean you can be a slob.Â
"Hi," you eventually choke out and Matt's face lights up.Â
"Hey there," he says back, then he's holding up a bottle of wine and smiling so sweetly, "I thought I'd try contributing this time and I figured you might need a glass."Â
You can't help but flush. Today has been rather long and a glass of wine sounds amazing. You don't drink often, but he is right and a glass to unwind sounds perfect.Â
"You're a saint," you praise, and step aside so he can come in. "How was your day? Oh, you can put your jacket and bag to your left. There's hooks about chest level."Â
Matt thanks you, then reaches out to feel the wall. He finds the hooks quickly, then hangs his saddle bag before starting to remove his coat, "it was good. We were able to wrap up a few smaller cases - sometimes it just takes someone getting a lawyer for others to cave and do the right thing. Cheaper to just do the right thing than get sued and having to do it anyways, plus all the pay outs and fees."
"That is good," you hum, very much meaning it. You're glad those people got the help they needed. "You mentioned having a handful of cases, so that frees up your plate a little bit, right?"
Matt laughs a little, smile still wide, "A little bit. It's a nice change of things - we aren't hurting for paying clients, so we are going to try to take on a few more pro-bono things. We're getting into a nice groove - or so Foggy claims. He's leading that charge - making sure we aren't over working ourselves."
"I'll have to send him a thank you card," you tease, surprising yourself with it.Â
"He'd like that, he'd get to lord it over me," he replies. Then he turns to you and steps forward, reaching out and finding your arm. He ghosts his fingers up until he oh-so-gently wraps them around your bicep and steps forward until you're a breath away from each other and you have to look down at his chest, so you are not staring at your own reflection in his glasses. His voice drops to something quiet and intimate, and you can barely hear him through the pounding of your heart in your ears.
"I told them. About you. About Minnie."
You find yourself smiling at the news. That makes it more real, doesn't it? It isn't just the courts acknowledging Matt is Minnie's father - it's the real world. It's Matt wanting her - wanting to show the world he wants his daughter.Â
That's all you want.Â
You step just a fraction closer, and to keep your balance and let Matt know how close you are, you place your hand in Matt's chest. Almost instantly, his free hand goes to your waist, and you feel steady.Â
You bite your bottom lip, then ask, your curiosity so much bigger than your ability to keep your mouth shut, "What did they say?"
He huffs and lightly shakes his head, "After yelling at me for keeping it a secret? They want to meet you, properly. If that is okay. I told them I'd ask you before confirming anything." He hums, then drops his voice even more, "Karen got me magnets so I could hang all the work I got up on my fridge at home."Â
"You're going to need a lot of them," you whisper back to him. "I ordered popsicle sticks and puff balls so she can make 3D things."Â
"I can't wait. Karen got me a bulk pack of magnets."
You giggle at that, but before you can reply, a needy little voice calls out from the dining table, "Mommy!"
You pull away from Matt, his fingers tracing down from your bicep to your wrist before he drops his hand, and turn to walk towards your daughter, "Yes, Mouse?"
"I'm hungry!"Â
She's poked her head out from under the blanket and is now wearing it like a cape and her chubby little cheeks are pulled down into an upset frown. You have a feeling a tantrum may be close - there's nothing worse than a hangry toddler.Â
You take a breath, then smile at your daughter, "Okay. Mister Matt is here so we can have dinner now. Do you want to tell him what we are having?"
Matt taps his way into the main living space, and you know you should give him a quick tour, but you think if you delay dinner at all, Minnie is going to start crying, so you tell him instead where the table is.Â
Minnie doesn't seem to want to engage, stuffing her fingers back into her mouth. Luckily, Matt isn't dissuaded by that. He sets the wine bottle down before taking the seat across from Minnie.Â
"It smells like we're going to have lasagna for dinner. Is that what we are having?" he asks, voice soft and gentle.Â
Your little one rocks side to side, keeping her fingers in her mouth before nodding. Normally, you would remind her to use her words, but you don't want to push, so you relay her message to Matt, "She nodded."
Matt hums softly in response. He tilts his head slightly, brows knitting together, before leaning forward just a fraction, "Do you want us to leave you alone until you eat?"
You are surprised by the question then even more surprised when he gets the tiniest, 'yes' in reply. Matt's face softens at that, and he nods to Minnie.
"Okay. Can I still talk to your Mommy, or do you want us to be quiet, too?"
You stand, dish towel in your hands, ready to bring the lasagna to the table, watching your daughter interact with her father. He's being so gentle and understanding with her and you can tell he's being genuine. You can hear the care in his words, how he's giving her choice and not pushing her to talk to him.Â
You'll gladly eat dinner in silence if Minnie doesn't want either of you to talk. You don't know how it will work, but you'll try.Â
Your little one doesn't answer the question right away. She looks between you and Matt, before pulling her fingers out of her mouth to speak, "You can talk to Mommy."
"Thank you, sweetheart. We'll be quiet, okay?" Matt promises.Â
You quickly parrot him, giving your own soft smile, "Thank you, baby. We'll keep it down."Â
Minnie snuggles herself tighter into her blanket and you take that as a sign to get yourself into gear. You carefully pick up the lasagna pan and bring it over to the table, setting it as far as possible away from your little one.Â
Matt tilts his head towards you, and the food, "That smells delicious. Did you make it yourself?"
You go back to the kitchen to get your serving utensils and answer in the softest voice you can muster that isn't whispering, "Thank you, I did. I found an all organic, from scratch recipe online and have been using it ever since. It's even fancy, way too expensive, cheese. I, uh, made extra. For you to take home, if you want."
Matt licks his lips, and you can tell he's trying to hold back a big smile. It makes your insides turn in a funny way - his kindness and appreciation. You are, as sad as it is, not used to such treatment and for whatever reason that, combined with Minnie's attitude, and Matt being in your apartment for the first time kick starts your anxiety. You are definitely very aware of your heartbeat, and it feels like someone dipped your heart into ice water before it disappears into a hollowness.Â
This feeling isn't new to you, so you try to push past it, not let your sudden panic ruin things, because despite your little one's sourness, things are okay. You tell yourself things are okay.Â
Your tiny bout of distress goes unnoticed, as it lasts the blink of an eye. Matt leans back in his chair, letting his smile start to crack through, "You didn't have to do that, but I will definitely take you up on it. I can't turn away a home cooked meal."
You force yourself to smile and cut out a slice of lasagna for Matt, before leaning over to place it on his plate, "Guests first."
"Thank you," Matt practically cooes, "I don't think I've been this excited for a dinner in a long time."
The praise does all sorts of things to you, so instead you focus on cutting out a little slice for Minnie and serving it to her. As soon as the food is in front of her, she stabs her fork into it and shovels a piece into her pouty mouth. You don't blame her at all.
"Would you like a glass of wineâŚ?" You ask Matt. Minnie has her sippy juice, but you haven't set out any other drinks.Â
He gives you a soft, "Yes, please," and you go to get the two wine glasses you have and a cork screw. You bring them back to the table and set down the glasses before going to open the wine. You haven't done it in such a long time it takes you a minute of struggling to pop it. Matt turns his head towards you, a little grin on his face until you start pouring.Â
You give Matt his drink, then finally make your own plate before sitting beside Matt. Minnie is still angrily stabbing at her dinner and you feel so bad for her. Even with her favorite dinner and good company, she's not having it. You expect when you put her down, either she'll try to fight you or be asleep the moment she touches the covers. You very much hope for the latter.Â
Matt, on the other hand, looks completely enthralled with his plate. You can tell his eyes are closed and he's clearly enjoying what he's eating.Â
You don't press for conversation - instead reaching for your wine. It's a deep red and delicious on your tongue and you can't remember the last time you've had a good wine. You can feel your shoulders starting to loosen.Â
Which of course means, everything needs to come crashing down.Â
One moment everything is okay, then the next, Minnie is absolutely screeching. Her face is screwed up in pain and you scramble to get out of your chair to get to her.
"Minnie! What's wrong?!" You try to ask her over her wailing.Â
Instead of any sort of answer, she grabs for her fork, which is stabbed into her food, and throws it as hard as she can. You watch in horror as the fork and a large chunk of lasagna still attached to it flies over the table and smacks right into Matt's chest. Panic surges through you as he also bends forward and covers his ears with a distressed face, ignoring the food staining his shirt.
You try to grab Minnie from her booster, but she does not want it and instantly starts to try and fight you, flinging her arms and legs everywhere.Â
"Minnie, please," you beg as she kicks you in the hip, "What's wrong, baby?!"
The only reply you get is upset screaming.Â
"Cover her ears!"Â
Matt is very suddenly beside you and clapping his hands over your baby's ears. She fights it, squirming to get away and smacking at his arms with all her might, but he doesn't budge. You stare, not understanding what is going on, what set her off, and you don't know how to help.Â
You don't know how to help and that sinking feeling in your chest is returning and you're scared.Â
Matt says your name again, then almost barks at you, "Her headphones! Get her headphones, the strongest ones!"Â
You don't understand why but it's something you can help with, something you can do, and you rush to the bedroom and grab her sleeping headband. Minnie has always told you this one works the best, despite the reviews of the others. You run back to the dining area and nearly stumble upon what you see.
Matt has somehow gotten Minnie out of her booster seat and into his arms, and she is octopus clinging to him. Her face is pressed into his neck, one ear on his shoulder, while he keeps his hand clamped over the other. He's lightly bouncing her in his arm as she cries against him and part of you becomes extremely distressed at seeing someone else comfort your child.Â
You push that away quickly to hurry forward and hold up the headband, "I've got it."Â
Matt nods, then turns his focus back to Minnie. He noses her hair, and you can just barely hear him over her, "It's okay, baby, Mommy has your headband. We're gonna make it quiet. I know it hurts, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."
You hesitate before stepping towards them. Minnie doesn't flail or pull away as you maneuver the headband and get it over both her ears. It feels so awkward to do as she cries and once it is on her head and over her ears, she reaches up and yanks on it until it is in place. Then she flops back down into the crook of Matt's neck, still crying but somehow not as urgently.Â
You are unsure of what to do, but everything in you screams to touch your child, so you shuffle close to Matt until you can put a comforting hand on her back.Â
"I'm right here, baby, it's okay," you whisper, gently rubbing a small circle along her spine.Â
Matt shifts slightly, and the hand that was covering Minnie's ear drops and he instead wraps it around your waist and pulls you closer, so you are flush against him, with Minnie between the two of you.Â
That seems to help with whatever has upset Minnie so much. She stays clinging to Matt while he oh so gently sways you back and forth. Her screeching dies down to tired-upset crying and you know she's going to keep going until she passes out.Â
To your absolute amazement, Matt doesn't seem deterred at all. He keeps his nose buried into his daughter's hair, talking quietly to her as she sobs, "It's okay. Shhhh, shhh. Feel my heartbeat, sweetie. Focus on that. The bad noise will stop soon, I promise. Just listen to your Mommy and I."Â
You have no idea what he is talking about - what the bad noise is - but it's calming Minnie down, so you let him keep going. You keep your hand on her back, gently doing your own 'shhh'ing, trying to encourage her to calm even more.Â
"That's my good girl," Matt hums, before giving her the briefest kiss against her temple. "Do you want to go to Mommy now?"Â
You don't hear Minnie respond, but she must in some way because soon enough she is being transferred into your arms. She clings to you loosely and you can feel her little body starting to droop. She must be close to wearing herself out.
She makes a little upset whine between her huffing and puffing, and you instantly take up gently bouncing her like Matt has been doing. Matt stays wrapped around both of you, taking over your role of rubbing Minnie's back.Â
You don't know how long you stay there, curled together and soothing Minnie, both of you whispering little words of love and comfort to your daughter.Â
You think you are past the worst of it, but of course that isn't the case.
Minnie starts squirming and fussing, reaching up and pressing at her ears over her headband. You look up to Matt, to see his reaction and your heart runs cold and fear spikes in you.
He looks absolutely murderous.
He's lifted his head and it is turned towards your living room, his brows scrunched and a scowl on his lips. You instinctively hug Minnie tight to you, but you quickly realize you have nothing to fear.
He stalks across your living room to your open window and yanks it shut. Right away, Minnie loops her arms back around your neck and settles with a sleepy sniffle. You press your face into her, rocking her a little more.
"I've got you, Mouse. It's okay. Mommy's right here."
You don't jump when Matt's hand brushes along your back and he once again wraps you in his arms. You allow yourself to turn ever so slightly and tuck yourself closer, lowering your head so it leans just barely against his shoulder, with Minnie hidden between your bodies.
You feel safe in that moment. You're confused why Minnie got so upset so suddenly and you're confused at how Matt knew how to handle it, but you feel safe, and even more so when Matt's arms tighten around you.Â
"I've got you both," he practically breathes against you. "I won't let anything get you. I'm here now. I've got you."Â
You close your eyes as the panic and adrenaline washes away from you and the exhaustion of your day starts to catch up to you. You very much understand how rubbing Minnie's back helps her sleep - Matt's started to drag his fingers up and down your spine and you know it could lull you into Dreamland.
Minnie's cries turn into sniffles and then quickly turn into quiet snores as the minutes pass.
You stay still until you are one hundred percent sure she's gone to the world before pulling back just slightly, and whisper, "I should go lay her down."Â
Your face is so close to Matt's you can practically taste his breath and your heart starts to pound at the realization of it.Â
You don't know if it is on account of your words or if he was also aware how tangled up the two of you were, but Matt drops his arms and steps away from you, nodding, "Yeah, she sounds pretty sleep now."
You chew your lip, not liking how your arms are suddenly chilly, but don't acknowledge it, "I'll be right back."Â
You turn and grab Scooby and Pig, knowing another tantrum will happen if your daughter wakes up alone, and head towards the bedroom. It is surprisingly easy to get her to let go of you and you deposit Minnie into her bed. You place her toys beside her and tuck her in, careful to not jostle her. You dare to kiss her forehead before pulling away.Â
As you turn to leave your bedroom, your window catches your eye. It is closed, but in front of it is a little table.Â
Just like in your living room. There is a table under the window, with more than a few knick knacks on it.Â
Your brow furrows and you return to the main living area. Matt has found his way back to the table and is drinking his glass of wine.Â
"Is she good?" He asks, setting down his glass and turning to face you.Â
"She didn't wake up at all, I think she's down for the count," you say, glancing towards where your window is before looking back to Matt. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," is his instant reply. You take a moment to look him over, from his fluffy hair, to the tomato sauce now on his shirt, to his fancy loafers, before returning to his handsome face.
"MattâŚhow did you know where the window is?"
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Maybe We Were a Bit Too Loud.. (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*
A/N: been a bit too many Jude stories. if yall have any trent requests pls send
Y/N's POV:
Jude and I have both been so occupied in our work, we have barely got any time to spend with our daughter, let alone ourselves. Kiera had a play at school, so I got off work early. Unfortunately, Jude couldn't make it. She was quite upset about it, but I made sure to make it up to her. We had a girls day. We went to the Salon and got our nails done. I needed a refill on my nails and she wanted to get some color for her birthday party in a few days. I also got her some ice cream and had a shopping spree.
"Mama! Mama! Mama!" Kiera yells. She really doesn't have to be so loud. I'm right next to her. It has been a long day. As fun as it was, it was fucking exhausting. I look at her and she shows me some toy that she has, explaining it as if I didn't buy it for her. "Honey, that's amazing." I play into her excitement. "Mum, I'm hungry." She tells me, abruptly dropping her toy. "Let's get you some food, my little hungry bunny." I say, scooping her up and kissing her tummy. She starts wriggling in a fit of ticklish laughter.
I finish making spaghetti Bolognese as per my hungry bunny's request. She's just like her father. I take out her Minnie Mouse plate from the kitchen cabinet and give her some pasta. I also pair it with some leftover mashed potato and some freshly steamed broccoli and carrots. "Mama! I don't like carrots!" Kiera yells, very politely. "I know, sweetheart, but if you don't want to end up with glasses like mama, you have to have them." I tell her. She's not a picky eater, unlike me, but carrots are her weakness. It's not fun waking up to see a blurry husband, and if she wants to escape my genetic curse of poor eyesight, she has to eat her carrot. "Hmph. Fine." She says, crossing her arms but still listening to me. She's such a blessing.
As I'm serving myself the spaghetti and the vegetables (purely to be a good roll model to my daughter) for myself, I hear the door lock rattling. I look up to see my husband walk through the door. "Daddy!!" Kiera yells, attempting to get off of our high counter chairs. Jude quickly walks to his carbon copy and picks her up. "Hello, my love." He says, littering her face with kisses and placing her back on her chair. She continues munching away at her veggies. "Mhh...Whatever you made smells amazing." He says, walking to the back of the counter, where I place my plate onto the table and get out his plate. "Spaghetti Bolognese." I tell him. He grabs me by the waist and places a kiss on my head. "Missed ya." He says, then placing a kiss on my lips. "Missed you too." I reply. "Ewwww." We hear a little voice say. Our little love session is interrupted by Kiera fake gagging. She learns too much from Jobe. "Alright, alright. Go sit down, love." I tell Jude. He sits down and I place his food in front of him. He quickly gobbles it up.
"Mama, can we watch bluey?" Kiera asks. "No, honey. It's mama's turn to choose." Jude says. Kiera is sat on her little pink blanket at the left in of our very large L-shaped white couch. Jude and I are sitting on the right side. "But, daddy-" She argues back. "No 'but's." Jude says sternly. "You got your turn yesterday, and I was before you. Mama's last few turns were taken by us, too. It's time we let her choose." He explains to our daughter. She lets out a huff and puff. "Jude, it's not that serious. Let her watch. I'm pretty tired anyways." I whisper to Jude a bit too loud. "Yay! Thank you, mama!" She says, taking the remote from Jude and playing her show. "Baby, you can't give in." Jude begins a lecture. "Hey, don't tell me. You're the one who spoils her." I tell him. I'm supposed to be the strict parent, not him.
Jude put's his arm over my shoulders after the 76th episode of these stupid Australian dogs. I would go to bed, but this is the only family time we've had in weeks. I reach for my phone to check when bedtime will roll around. I let out a sigh as I realize tomorrow is a weekend, therefor she can sleep in. Jude senses my frustration and pulls me in deeper. Kiera's trance is broken when she looks over to see her parents at peace. She immediately stands up on the couch makes the strut towards us. She decides to sit right in between Jude and I, of course cuddling him and giving me her back. Jude and I's cuddle session was cut way too short.
My head moves from itâs comfortable position on the back of the couch to look at where the little snores are coming from. I see our little monkey finally asleep after 3 long hours of Australian dogs. I pat Jude's arm and he, in response, picks her up and starts walking towards the stairs. I clean up some of the cups, snacks, and toys left on the coffee table and quickly follow Jude's path. I close the baby gate at the top of the stairs Jude installed when Kiera starting crawling and head towards Keira's bedroom. I creak the door open to see Jude putting her into bed. He firmly tucks her into bed and places her pink bunny next to her. On his way out, he turns on her moon-shaped nightlight, as she's afraid of the dark, and shuts the door behind him.
Jude backs out of the room, still facing his daughter. He turns around and gets slightly startled by me standing directly behind him. "Fuck, baby. You scared me. I didn't know you were there." He says putting his hand on his own chest. "I'm sorry." I tell him, nuzzling myself into his chest. I haven't been able to feel Jude without another little lady jumping on him. Jude places his hand on the back of my head and pushes me further into him. "Let's get you to bed, pretty lady." He grabs my hand and leads me to our shared bedroom.
"Where are you going? You've already done all your bathroom shit." He tells me as I throw the blanket off myself. "Mama's going to go change into some PJs. She doesn't feel like being caught in a bra and panties when Keira decides to love bomb you tomorrow morning." Did I just say that? "Mama's gonna do what?" Jude makes fun of my use of 'mom language'. "See what this damn kid is doing to me?" I tell him, walking into our walk-in closet. I walk into my side of our closet. I open the drawer of 'sexy' underwear I have. it's basically has cobwebs on it. I pick out Jude's formerly favorite white set. I look at myself in the mirror, feeling better about myself than the last time I put it on.
Jude took me to a fancy hotel a few weeks after Keira was born to give me a break. I decided to bring along this set to 'impress' him. I was freshly postpartum, and I felt very insecure. I haven't put it on since then, but I've been working hard to get my prepartum body back. Obviously, I don't look the same as young, active, 20-year-old Y/N Jude met, but I would say I look pretty darn okay. I quickly slip on a silky robe, coming right under my arse. I tie it in a way where it cinches my waist and leaving the front open enough to give Jude a peak of his former bestie.
Jude is sat up on his side of the bed, book in hand. (Jude 110% does not read before but, but dad!jude does) I walk over to my side of the bed, taking an excessive amount of time in hopes that Jude will notice me. "Hey, baby? I was wondering if- Whoa." He says, taking his eyes away from his book. "Whoa?" I say, pretending to be clueless. Jude quickly puts his book on the side table and pushes the blanket off of his lap. He gets up and walks towards me. I open my arms for him to come into. He grabs my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. "You look amazing, love." He tells me, leaning in to kiss my neck. He starts licking and sucking on the sensitive spot behind my ear. "Jude..." I moan, throwing my head back. Jude leaves my neck and puts his hands right where my robe ends. He effortlessly lifts me up.
He goes back to kissing me as he walks us over to the bed. He places me in the middle of it. He undoes my robe and kisses me from my neck down to my stomach. He leaves a few bites and marks on my stomach. He works his way down to my panties and slowly takes them off. He starts to lick and suck on my clit. He slowly works his way up to using 3 fingers inside me. I'm moaning and whining with my hands in his hair. "Fuck, Jude. That feels so good!" I moan out, grabbing his hair even tighter. Normally, he would talk a lot during sex, but he's so focus on me and making me feel good that he can't be bothered to dirty talk.
"Fuck, baby. Just like that. Ride me like that. Taking me so well." He says, pushing my hips back and forth. He has my robe open up top, but tied up. I ended up getting too cold, but we were too eager to stop to change the temperature, so I put on the robe again. I have my hands on his chest, using him as leverage to keep me moving. I feel my legs give out, and Jude senses it. He grabs me and flips me onto the bed. He quickly gives me a passionate kiss and pulls out of me. "Turn over, baby. On your belly." He tells me. I quickly obey, too horny to resist. I get on my hands and knees. Jude pushes his dick back in and thrusts into me at an ungodly pace. The headboard is slamming against our wall, and I'm making some very loud and lewd noises. Jude reaches up to my head and grabs a handful of my long hair. He wraps it around his hand and uses it to pull my head back. He uses this to kiss my neck, leaving even more marks than before. He pulls me off my hands and makes me grab the headboard. He wraps his unused hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. "You like that, baby? Like the way I'm fucking you?" Jude grunts into my ear. "Yes, baby. Fuck, you fuck me so good!" I moan out. I can feel a knot start to go undone in my stomach. "Baby, I'm gonna-" I tell him, reaching back to put my hands in his hair. "I know, sweetie. Cum for me. Cum around me, my love." As I hear that, I quickly let my orgasm wash over me, Jude following close behind me, filling me up with his warm cum.
"That was amazing." He tells me, kissing my sweaty forehead. Jude had cleaned me and himself up and gotten us some very fancy champagne from our wine cellar. "I know. I'm glad we got some time alone, finally." I tell him, looking up to kiss his lips. It's been way too long since Jude and I got freaky. It's hard to find the time when you're raising the clingiest child of all time. Jude takes a sip of his sparkly drink and turns on the electronic fireplace. It's mainly ambience, but it's nice to have. He turns off the two nightlights and gets comfy. Him and I drink and talk the night away, until we both cave to our parental positions and fall asleep with a show in the background.
(Time skip)
I open my eyes to see a blurry world. I reach over to the side table where I fumble until I find my glasses. I put them on and turn to face my husband. Somewhere along the night, he turned off the T.V. and tucked us into bed, taking off my glasses and placing them on my side table. On the rare occasion where I get to see him, he looks so beautiful in the mornings. I snuggle into him and kiss his forehead. I nuzzle into him and close my eyes once again, enjoying the quite morning. No rush. No Keira. This is nice. I feel Jude stirring slightly. He knows I'm awake as I have my glasses on. He places a kiss on my lips as I kiss him back. "Good morning." I tell him, giddy as ever. It's like it's our first night together at his mum's place again. "Good morning, love." He says in his raspy morning voice. Him and I chat a little before hearing a door creak open. I look over Jude's shoulder to see Kiera standing there with her bunny in her hands, her hair wild as ever.
"Can I come in?" She asks, rubbing her eyes. I quickly but discreetly slip on my panties that were discarded the night before. "Of course, love." Jude says, opening his arms to his baby girl. He places her in the middle of us, and for once she chooses to cuddle me and not Jude. I accept her cuddles with open arms and pull her in closer. "I like this. It's soft." She tells me, rubbing over my robe. Jude lets out a laugh and kisses the back of her head. He slings his arm over the two of us and pulls us into him.
"Daddy? I have a question." She asks her father who has his head on the pillow and his eyes closed. He lets out a 'hmm?' while keeping his eyes closed. "Are you nice to mama?" Jude and and I are both shocked by the question. "Of course he is, baby. Why are you asking?" I ask her. "I heard some banging on the wall yesterday and you yelling." She tells us, now sitting up. Jude and I both mentally face palm. I look at him, expecting an answer just to see him looking at me the same way. "Sweety, mama and I were just playing. She's fine." Jude explains to her. "But you said that you shouldn't play in a way where people get hurt." She says crossing her arms, visibly upset with her daddy. "Baby, I wasn't hurt." I tell her, rubbing her arm. "Then, why were you yelling?" She asks. "Umm..." I look over to Jude for an answer once again, but he is looking around the room, playing dumb. Amazing. "You know how you start yelling when your daddy tickles you? Like that." I come up with an excuse. "Oh. Daddy tickled you for a long time then." Jude starts snickering and I simply nod. Keira nods, satisfied with the answer. Jude tells her to go use the toilet and brush her teeth. She gets up and marches out of the room.
"So, can I tickle you again?"
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