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#I think god just got super high and drunk#made me#then was like#âwhat if we put this little guy into a jar full of sharp poky objects and then shook it around?â#and all the angels said#âgod stop it weâre putting you back in rehabâ#but they still wanted to shove me in the shredder because they were like#âfuck why do we keep letting him make things while drunkâ#but then I came out fine#Iâm like corn baby#life keeps eating me up but I get shit out perfectly fine#fuck you god
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Cinderella
Pairing: club owner!Min Yoongi x f!reader x right-hand man!Jung Hoseok
Genre: non-idol au, pure fucking smut i'm not even playing, a hint at s2l??
Summary: Question - what is something that might help a shameless brat trapped in a body of a shy girl come out of her shell? Answer - two hot owners of a local club more than happy to whip her into shape.
Word count: 19.7k (i'm sorry lol)
Warnings: ginger Yoongi and that mama 2022 red carpet Hoseok (*in Britney Spears voice* a guy like you should wear a warning~), intoxication, min yoongi hands, they're softer doms, threesome, oral (f rec.), breath play and slight choking (i'm so predictable), light bdsm themes, spanking, bondage, light use of a whip, humiliation and degradation, reader is a right brat, multiple orgasms, overstim, clit slapping
A/N: indulge in this sope brainrot :). when i tell you this scenario changed my life i'm being only a little dramatic, long live our dom kings and i will die on this hill
âCome on Y/N, you should totally give it a try!â one of my friends exclaimed, drunkenly leaning on another one of our gals to her right, âYou never know! And you should be more confident!â Other girls sitting around the dingy sticky table in the club we were currently in all enthusiastically nodded and grumbled their own supportive comments.
I looked over them, still unsure, and then back to the ginger man sitting on the bar, relaxedly swirling a glass of an amber gold liquid and occasionally taking a sip. He wasnât really talking to anyone, just sat there and watched the two guys manning the bar wordlessly, which in my friendsâ opinion made him an âeasier targetâ.
Target of the stupidest game our drunken brains could have come up with â whoever manages to seduce a guy the quickest drinks for free for the rest of the night. The second that suggestion hit the table, I loudly opposed it, for two reasons.
First, it seemed kinda mean. And secondly, and most importantly, I was terrified of coming up to someone and just flirting. Thatâs not something I did, not that I was against it or for the lack of trying, and occasionally I entertained when someone came up to me and flirted, sometimes even going home with them. But I was shy, and when I got shy I got painfully awkward, so Iâd rather save myself from that embarrassment.
âYeah, it would do you some good,â my best friend Yeri, a tall thin pretty girl with her hair dyed cupid pink, suddenly turned to me and joined into the fray, âYou donât give yourself enough credit. Youâre super hot and somehow you donât realise it at all.â She was already a little tipsy as well, her posture more relaxed than usual as she giggled along every other word. Thereâs no love like drunk girl talking to her friends.
âThatâs easy for you to say, you already finished your mission!â I whined back to her, the whole tableâs undivided attention on me. To keep the stakes high and the game fair, we collectively selected a few guys and randomly divided them between us â each of us went to a specific man that was chosen by us and given to each girl.
But mine was out of this world, like unfairly so out of my league it would be embarrassing to even try. The moment I lost the game of rock paper scissors, I tried to bargain my way out of it â there was no way I could bag a guy like that in under a minute! That was insanity! But the girls wouldnât budge, telling me to challenge myself and have faith in myself. That was easy of them to say when they didnât have to walk up to a god amongst men and try to awkwardly flirt with him.
âLook at that guy, if I tried to talk to him heâd probably think Iâm the valet or something,â I continued to grumble, as the constant stream of complaints didnât stop since I lost the game.
Our attention collectively jumped back to him as he sat there. He had the kind of smirk on his face that was annoyingly effortlessly hot, giving him the aura of someone who was very well aware of his otherworldly qualities. The black tee with some kind of white print was oversized just right to be fashionable and hung off of his frame in a way that enhanced his physique in the best way. Black cargo pants and black boots gave him a punk vibe, and the whole look was finished with some chunky steel rings and necklaces that somehow managed to be even more hot and not look gaudy at all. My eyes trailed down to the rings, which were comfortably sat on one of the best hands Iâve ever seen, and I had to physically stop myself from drooling.
Yeah, thereâs no way in hell I could just hit on that.
âWhatâs the worst that could happen? He says no. Itâs worth a try,â Hana, another part of the friend group tried to wheedle me into going one more time. They all probably sensed I was about to give them another rebuttal, and an understanding passed through all of them.
Suddenly several pairs of hands were manhandling me, pulling me onto my legs and out of from the booth with the table we were sitting at. I let myself be pushed to the edge of the seat, too confused about whatâs going on. Someone pushed a glass of alcohol in my hand and I downed it, resigning myself to this happening. A wave of compliments and encouragements washed over me, and I turned on shaky knees, those several drinks Iâd already had making themselves known now that I was stood.
I took a step forward, froze, another few steps, and then promptly power-walked all the way back to the table. There was some booing and some disappointment, the girls already grumbling about how I shouldnât chicken out now.
âHow do you even flirt with someone like that?!â I hissed out in panic, not having the slightest idea of how to initiate conversation.
A barrage of tactics flew over me, one stranger than the next one, but I turned to Yeri, trusting her the most. âJust be really bold, he seems the type to like it,â she told me once she saw my trembling eyes, âwalk over all confident and say something really crazy and ballsy.â With one last smile she started pushing me away into the direction of the bar again.
Easier said than done! âJust be boldâ, thanks very much! That was the problem from the very beginning!
Putting my complaints away and pushing my brain to think of something to say to the rapidly approaching bar-dweller, I nervously dragged my gaze over him several times, stumbling in my distractedness several times. Come on brain, what do we like about him? What can we say?
As the man got closer and I got a clearer look at him, one thought overpowered every other â hands hands handshandshands.
I basically crashed into the bar upon my arrival, somewhat inelegantly attempting to lean into it with way too much force. The man startled a little before his eyes jumped up and looked straight at me, no distinct emotion discernible in them, but he certainly didnât look extremely friendly.
Before I could stop myself, I let go of the reins over my drunken brain and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
âWhat nice necklaces you got there, but donât you think theyâd look better around my neck?â
I tried to sell the statement more by putting on a (hopefully) cheeky smirk and then pointedly looked at his hands coquettishly.
The man froze, only stared at me wide-eyed and shocked to his core, hand holding his glass halfway to his lips. Silence. I started panicking, and basically begun melting down with the shame and humiliation, already prepared to apologise and slink off to some dark corner and die there, but then he smiled.
It was a wide shit-eating grin, a devilish glint in his gaze now as he obviously checked me out, eyes gliding over my figure in a clearly appreciative manner. He put his charm on thick, lips curled smugly as he stared me quite intensely.
âWell, I donât know princess, guess youâll have to try them out,â his voice was basically a purr, a deep rumble that started up in his chest and drawled out of his mouth in a velvet perfection. I shuddered, now quickly getting flustered when he was flirting back. But I steeled myself, determined to bring this to a successful end. Mama didnât raise no quitter.
âOh, and youâd let me have a test drive?â I drawled out with my fingers playing with my hair (how basic!!), only a light stutter to my words that immediately sent a wave of heat to my already red cheeks. I only hoped it wasnât visible under the lights of the club and the bar.
He leaned forward, chest now pressed into the edge of the bar, which brought our faces impossibly close. His eyes were dark and half-lidded, full of lust and dark promises, as his lips stretched in a self-satisfied smirk. The hand that used to hold the glass was now slowly, teasingly making its way up the skin of my naked arm, breaking a wave of goosebumps in its wake.
My whole body quivered, and my next exhale came out shaky; it was too audible in the tense atmosphere between the two of us. He must have definitely heard and felt my reaction, judging by his soft snicker, expression full of amusement and desire. Then his eyes bore into me, into my very soul, and threatened to consume me.
âIâd let you do that and a whole lot more, princess,â it was a whisper, but that didnât take away from the intensity of the statement and the promise in his words. It poured over me like hot honey, my back immediately straightening and thighs pushing together on instinct, trying to contain the gush of sensations hitting my lower tummy and my heat. Very embarrassingly, I could already feel my panties rapidly getting wetter and wetter; the effect of the man was immense and he knew it very well, judging by the smug aura.
With a satisfied grin his hand moved from my arm down to my thigh, squeezing the flesh right under the hem of my mini skirt. The twitch that tore through me was completely involuntary and once again I found myself fighting for every shaky breath taken.
A quiet melodic laugh hit my ears and then the ginger menace leaned even closer to whisper straight into my ear. âCute,â was all he muttered before he pulled all the way away from me, raising his hand to catch the attention of the barman, âbut first, let me treat you to a drink, kitten.â
That suddenly snapped me back into reality and my brain jumped back online. As if waking up from a terribly amazingly sweet dream, I remembered the reason why I came over in the first place â the bet. The bet I thought I would absolutely fail at that I was about to complete now.
A laugh bubbled out of my throat, sweet and mischievous, and all the confidence I pretended to feel before rushed through my body straight into my head. With a giggle I leaned in and said: âA drink you say, huh?â
My smug smirk must have been awfully annoying, but the man only looked at me with curious eyes. He sensed the change in my behaviour immediately and it threw him for a loop â his amazingly brave little lamb was now laughing at him like the she was the wolf? His head tilted to the side as he tried to figure me out, but I only made sure he was watching me as I gestured thumbs up back to my friends.
The whole table erupted into cheers, Yeri was wildly gesturing something to me and it took a moment to realise she was trying to say I won. Her finger was pointing at her phone that had the stopwatch app open and she was laughing joyfully and sending me thumbs up. I grinned at her back, elated that I was able to not only overcome the initial fear but also best all the others.
Turning back to the ginger who was watching the whole interaction with curious surprised eyes, suddenly unsure and a little less dominant. I giggled at him, happily plucked the prepared colourful drink from his waiting hand and stood up, not before bowing to him slightly.
âThank you very much, I appreciate your help,â I teased him with a wide smile, going as far as to lean heavily into his side until my lips were almost pressed to his ear as he did to me earlier and then whispered my killer shot: âIt was pleasure doing business with you.â
With that I walked away, hips swaying side to side and confidence like Iâd never felt coursing through my veins. The atmosphere at the table was unrivalled, and I had to admit it was probably the most fun Iâd ever had on a night out so far, and I probably indulged in the free drinks far more than I should have.
But whenever Iâd start feeling a little bad for my behaviour, Iâd shyly look towards the bar, hoping I wouldnât see the man too upset. He wasnât. Anytime our eyes met, the wild primal hunger reflected in his would threaten swallow me whole, sending little shocks of pleasure and heat through my whole body.
That night I spent dancing feeling those eyes bore into me, eating up my every movement and salivating over me so openly I felt the fire of his lust all across the club. He never disappointed, never failed to deliver, and I lived for it.
And if I put on a little more show than I usually did while swaying my hips and dancing to slow sensual beats, that was only my business.
âI canât believe you managed to talk me into coming here again,â I muttered grumpily to Yeri, who was happily vibrating next to me, her wide grin almost infecting me with the joy as well, but I held steadfast and kept on a frown just because. To prove a point, actually.
The girls (the same group as last time) were excitedly chattering in the line right behind us as we stood in the blistering heat of the setting sun on the street, waiting to be let inside a club. Why yes, it was the same club as last time.
The fateful Saturday night happened already full two weeks ago, and since then I havenât stopped listening about it.
As my friends watched my interaction with the handsome stranger (the next morning, incredibly sore and hungover, I shamefully realised I didnât even know his name), it suddenly was less about the bet for them and more about rooting for me to go and actually fuck him. I was so embarrassed about their loud drunken outbursts, trying to push me back into his direction and very unsubtly begging me to go and âget some premium dickâ, but I stood my ground and never strayed from the dancefloor.
When we were leaving at 4 am â tired, already in the awful stages of slowly sobering up and with melting makeup and blistering feet, I was hounded the whole time about going to get his number at least (which I didnât). I told them some things just end this way and I was okay with it (I wasnât). In reality I was just a big fat coward.
The following two weeks were hell on earth â nobody, and I mean nobody, ever stopped talking about the ginger guy and how he had me folding with two or three lines and some charming smirks. The amount of scolding I got daily for not taking him up on his offer or at least giving him some contact info was insane, and I was slowly losing my patience with it.
Thatâs why when this Saturday the suggestion to go to the club again was thrown into the group chat, I knew it was more about them hoping Iâd bump into him again than actually liking the club itself. I fought, valiantly, but I was outvoted. Someone even tried vetoing my disagreement.
So thatâs how I found myself here, about to walk inside again in a black pleated mini-skirt, black crop with a heart cutout over my cleavage and cute little strapped heels (outfit courtesy of Yeri who wouldnât let me walk out of my room until she approved that I was âextremely fuckableâ) and some courageous makeup that I was slightly unsure about but everyone kept saying it was hot.
I was nervously shuffling, leaning into Yeriâs side as she started comforting me and calming me down.
âDonât you think itâs even more awkward, seeing him again after I fucked him over like that?â I mumbled into her shoulder, careful about not smudging my red lipstick all over her pretty pink dress. Her arm coiled around me tighter and she quickly shook her head, her curled hair hitting me int the face with every move.
âAbsolutely not, you think I didnât see the way he was eye-fucking you the whole rest of the night? That was foreplay, baby. Now itâs time for the main course,â she recited confidently, and finally pushed us towards the stairs down now that the whole group was inside. I didnât fully agree with her, to me it was obvious the connection kinda fizzled out by the end of the night, but I didnât want to burst her bubble.
Tonight Iâd go along with them, comfort them through the disappointment of him not being here (because what are the chances, honestly), and if he does show up Iâd give him the awkward wave and move on and then they can cry about how anti-climactic this whole thing was. Theyâll be sad for about ten minutes and then buy shots and promptly forget about any guys.
That was my plan for the night.
And for a while, everything went according to it. Coming down into the main hall of the club, all eyes (even mine, but Iâd never admit it out loud) eagerly turned to the bar which the man was glued to the entire time, only to not see any sign of the ginger bombshell. My heart quivered in disappointment only a tiny bit, but I didnât let them see, only gave them a look that screamed âI told you soâ and moved on.
During the first few rounds I scolded myself for actually letting myself get swayed by their words and hoping for his presence against my better judgement, and quickly convinced my heart that it was for the better he didnât show up.
For a few hours we danced and drank, and it almost seemed that everyone started forgetting the reason why they even pushed to come here, the whole experience slowly turning into a normal night out, when suddenly Yeri that was dancing next to me loudly gasped into my ear.
It alerted me to her, but before I could even turn to her, she started wildly slapping my shoulder until it hurt.
âOw, ow! Stop!â I slapped her hand away, considerably gentler than she did to me, and scowled at her slightly irritated with the commotion.
âHeâs actually here!â she screamed that in my face, but with the loud music pumping all around us she might as well been whispering. The statement took the wind out of the sails of my slight annoyance and I floundered, stuttering and staring at her wide-eyed.
When Yeri realised I was too shocked to look myself, she grabbed my shoulders and forcefully turned me in the direction of the bar. I almost wanted to close my eyes, not even wanting to believe he actually did come to the club two weeks later and now I was facing the real chance of a terrible let-down, but at the same time I yearned to catch another glimpse of the ginger demon that swung my world upside down in literal seconds.
Tonight he was wearing a plain black hoodie and wider jeans with a single cut on both of his knees, showing off some pale skin that glistened under the flashing lights. He sat in the same spot, which meant currently his back was turned to us and he was none-the-wiser to our presence. He was locked into a long conversation with one of the guys manning the bar. They seemed pretty friendly, which spoke of the fact that he was most probably a frequent visitor.
I felt my palms getting clammy as I suddenly sweated for a very different reason than before. Yeri was excitedly shouting and gesturing at the rest of the group, and I saw some of their very crude and very dirty gestures back, before I turned back to the bar blushing and embarrassed.
Before I knew it, Yeri was fighting our way through the crowd towards the bar and I twisted a little in her hold, panicking and ashamed.
âYeri, wait! God, please wait!â I pleaded with her, and something in my voice must have been truly desperate because she actually listened to me. With troubled eyes she gave me a once over, clocked in the shaky eyes and unsure knees, and then changed the direction towards the hall with toilets.
It was relatively calmer there, the bass still booming through the walls and the echo of the song playing reaching our ears, but we could actually speak in a semblance of privacy where usually no one lingered for too long.
âWhatâs wrong?â my best friend asked, and to her credit, she was truly worried, but I couldnât believe she didnât understand. I threw my hands out and looked at her incredulously.
âWhat do you mean âwhatâs wrongâ?â I asked her, exasperated, âWhat donât you understand about the fact that I maybe donât want to talk to him again?!â My voice raised a little, and I did feel bad about it, but the whole situation put me too much on edge to apologise immediately.
Yeri didnât seem to be too offended, instead she just watched me with her steady all-knowing eyes, and it felt like they saw all the way inside my insecure little soul. My face crumbled under the power of that, and I knew sheâd have me spilling everything to her anyway by the end of this conversation.
âY/N, you literally have nothing to worry about,â her guess was correct, just as I feared, and I avoided her softened loving gaze, âYouâre absolutely gorgeous, and I know you know that, and I know you think youâre too awkward⊠But you had that man literally drooling all over himself. He couldnât tear his eyes away from you until the moment you walked out of that bar. He wants you, a lot.â
âI know that we kind of stared at each other, but I donât knowâŠâ I told her and I hated how weak and vulnerable my voice turned as I spilled out my insecurities to her, âthe novelty kind of wore off, didnât it? Now Iâm just an awkward girl stuttering under the gaze of the hottest guy Iâve ever fucking seen. I could barely get a word out when he looked at me.â That had my friend smirking up a storm and I narrowed my eyes at her, already knowing she was about to annoy the shit out of me.
âYeah, and as someone who watched your entire interaction, he fucking loved it,â she said firmly, a teasing lilt to her words, âPlease, trust me. Do you trust me?â Of course I fucking trusted her, so I petulantly nodded, even though I was grumbling to myself that it had nothing to do with that.
âDo you trust that I have a set of functioning eyes?â she teased some more, grinning at me mischievously as she poked me in my ribs with her fingers. Even as I tried to stay upset, the laugh was punched out of me completely involuntarily and I found myself slowly relaxing. When I nodded, her grin turned all happy and toothy.
âThen trust me when I say that the moment you walk up to him, heâll be over the fucking moon,â her voice was soft and loving, and it almost made me a little mushy, âand trust me when I say that tonight heâll definitely not let you walk away from him.â She winked as she said that and I laughed at her, pushing her a little teasingly.
I did feel lighter and less stressed. I felt like I could actually go and talk to him again, and I smiled at my best friend, knowing she just wanted the best for me and was always on my side.
âAnd if he turns out to be a dick, then youâll come back and Iâll buy us a drink and weâll curse him out,â she added cheekily, already stepping away from me to head back onto the dancefloor. That made me laugh, because⊠as if I didnât say that before.
Rejuvenated and slightly more confident, I turned from Yeri and headed in the opposite direction she went in â straight to the bar. The guy was still sitting there, still turned away from me, but now he seemed to be back to not really engaging with anyone, not even the friendly smiling barman that was currently serving drinks to someone while laughing with his coworker⊠until he wasnât.
In an inopportune moment his head turned just right for me to graze the corner of his eye and then he was full on swinging around to do a double take, startling the poor guy he worked with. Suddenly there were two sets of eyes trained on me and I froze, blushing under their gazes as the recognition set in and teasing smirks played on both of their faces.
The dark-haired one then went to wave his hand, but immediately I realised it wasnât to greet me but to alert the ginger who was kind of just staring off into nowhere. To keep the element of surprise, I lunged into movement, basically jumping the last few steps and crashing into the bar in a terrible dĂ©jĂ vu, trying to look elegant and sexy even as I winced lightly at the impact.
My back was now turned to the two little shits behind the bar, and I could only imagine the expression on their faces, but I was too preoccupied with the wide-eyed stare from the man of the hour himself.
This time he shook off the surprise way quicker, relaxing almost immediately as he realised who I was, a truly smug smirk splitting his face. His gaze was unabashedly travelling all over me, taking in every detail, and I was suddenly reminded of how intense it was to be in the centre of his attention.
âWell, well, look who it is,â he drawled out, but it was more amused than anything and I slowly started letting go of the fear that he was incredibly mad at me for our last meeting, âwhat, looking for another free drink?â
I flushed with embarrassment, avoiding his eyes as much as possible, which wasnât that much of a great idea when that brought me to staring at his hands. His cursed, beautiful hands that never strayed too far from my dreams even as I tried to forget about the man.
They started flexing, stretching across the expanse of the thick glass and showcasing their strength, and I realised I was caught. Not giving him the satisfaction of seeing my plight, I turned my gaze somewhere slightly above his shoulder, fixating on a pillar or something that stood directly behind.
âSorry about that, it was a stupid game,â I stuttered out, trying to ignore his insistent attempts to move his head to where my eyes were trained at, âIt was quite rude of me.â He chuckled and I could basically feel the entertainment seeping off of him in waves.
âDonât worry about it princess,â the velvety purr was back and the ginger clearly decided that if I wasnât going to look at him, heâll just try every dirty trick in the book. He leaned into me, lips easily finding the shell of my ear as his hand weightily clasped over the exposed skin of my thigh.
âThereâs a very easy way for you to make it up to me,â he whispered languidly, caressing over me with his sweet words, âthis time when I buy you a drink, donât run off, as easy as that.â I was so embarrassed by my previous actions I found it hard to actually answer, so I just cleared my throat and hummed low in my throat in agreement.
He seemed satisfied with that, hand moving from my leg to possessively squeeze at my waist as if he was insuring I really wouldnât leave as soon as I got my drink, and I did have to laugh at that. His narrowed eyes hit me as soon as he heard my giggles, the teasing reprimand in them spoke volumes, but he stayed silent, hand waving for the barman while his eyes never left mine.
âWhatâs up,â came the low baritone of the guy as he came closer to us. I could clearly hear the amusement in his voice, but the informal address also didnât escape me, and I started wondering who this guy actually was. This time I would at least leave the bar knowing his name, if nothing else.
Tuning out while he was ordering, I was just about to ask for his name, when the teasing voice of the younger guy registered back into my brain.
âAnd would that be on the bar, Yoongi-hyung?â it was some kind of a joke, judging by (apparently) Yoongiâs scoff even as he clearly wasnât mad or annoyed, and he shot back with: âStop asking stupid questions, Tae.â It was all jokes and games, the two men laughing and smiling at each other, when I froze in his hold.
Wait a minute. On the bar. Yoongi. Hyung. A memory rushed to the forefront of my mind â Hana excitedly rattling off about a club she wanted to go to, that she heard about because apparently the word on the streets was the owners were super hot. Saturday, two weeks ago, as she dragged us off into this club. A club owned by some guy called Min Yoongi and his friend Jung Hoseok.
The very same guy that was currently watching me go through this whole rollercoaster of realisations with an amused grin on his face, hand still securely curled around my waist and pushing me into the bar.
Jesus fucking christ.
I wasnât actually sure whether I paled or blushed, but something crazy was happening with my face as I opened and closed my mouth like a beached fish fighting for its life, finger slowly lifting and wordlessly pointing towards the ginger man.
Yoongi finally couldnât hold it back anymore and burst out laughing, the pure joy on his face making him look even more impossibly handsome with his cute smile and eyes closed in glee, but then he was suddenly fixing me with another one of his cocksure smirks and leaning closer.
âOh kitten,â he purred, and his excitement was suddenly palpable between us, his whole body trying to curl around me eagerly, âdonât tell me you didnât even know whose hands you wanted to choke you so bad?â My breath got stuck in my throat fighting to stutter out, and then I was just all pliable and melting right in his arms. Thatâs all it took, and it was absolutely pathetic on my part, but I couldnât really bring myself to feel ashamed about it, especially not when Yoongi was pulling me closer, off the bar stool and nearly wedging me between himself and the wooden bar.
âCome on, princess, whereâs my cocky little tease telling me the naughtiest things and then walking away with a huge fucking grin on her face?â the man teased me, so close that his hot breath was hitting the crook of my neck as I shivered and trembled under him, âYouâre being such a good girl right now, Iâm beginning to think this might be another one of your ploys.â
At his words, a surge of confidence hit me, reinforced by the clear lust that was dripping off of his voice, off of his aura. Suddenly I was back to the night two weeks ago, preening under his starving eyes, each moment between us packed with so much unreleased sexual tension it might have set the whole club on fire.
While Yoongi tentatively nosed under my ear, testing the waters afraid heâd push me away by being too much too fast, I sneaked my arm up his back aiming to give him exactly what he wanted.
Snaking my hand into his hair, I heard his little sigh, body pulling into me a little further as he took it as an encouragement to continue. Just as his lips lightly kissed at my neck, the slightest sweetest hint of tongue tasting the salty sweat, I grabbed a handful of the ginger locks and pulled, dragging his face away from me.
The moment our eyes met, it was like an electric current went off between us, his pupils dilated and darkened, consumed with desire, and mine couldnât have looked much different. There was slight annoyance at my action written on his pretty face, but the grin was as amused as ever, pleased, even, that I dared to go against him.
My tongue slipped through my smirking lips very briefly, just teasing the man with little extra disobedience, and it worked to pull his attention, gaze trained on my blood red lips.
âThere she is,â he whispered that almost reverently, the unfiltered joy running through him on a shiver, and I saw the exact moment he lost the battle to his instincts and surged to claim my mouth in a searing kiss.
Only⊠he never got there. Yoongi abruptly stopped midway, eyes jumping somewhere behind my shoulder, and I almost whined out loud, so desperate for his attention after I had it for a few brief moments.
But then his grin turned nasty, just downright filthy, and a shiver of arousal plundered through me. Before I knew what was happening, brain already muddled by this guy almost beyond recognition, he was spinning me in his hold. My back hit his chest, his hand splaying over my stomach in the process, and I was greeted with a delicious sight.
There was a man sitting in the chair that I was previously occupying before Yoongi pulled me off to himself, he was leaning his head on his hand that was propped up on the bar, watching us with an amused smirk and hungry eyes. I flushed under his gaze, and also from realising that heâd been watching us, but with the slightest curl of shame in my stomach I found that I really didnât mind at all.
This guy was insanely attractive as well, he had dark hair slicked back and swept off of his forehead and an expanse of skin on show. He was also dressed in all black, but a very different vibe â dress pants that hugged his waist and hips nicely, accentuating his slim form, a silken blouse that was open all the way to his fucking belly button, but somehow it still looked extremely stylish and tasteful, covering just enough while giving you a taste of exquisite miles of honey-toned skin. He topped it off with a black suit jacket that fell past his hips and hung off of him nicely. For some reason he was also wearing his sunglasses, even here inside the club.
Looking at him made me feel like a horny nun in a sex shop. I swear to god I started sweating under his obviously interested eyes that peered over the rim of those black glasses and lingered on Yoongiâs possessive hold around my waist.
His hand swiftly tugged the sunglasses off and when he looked at my face again, there was a bright friendly smile on his, but something sharper and darker lurked beneath it, sending shivers down my spine in anticipation.
âHaving a fun night, hyung?â he asked, voice happy and teasing, a laugh spilling out of him effortlessly like it was natural for him to do that with every word. Behind me there was a slight rumble as well, and I could only guess what kind of expression graced the ginger manâs face, but something hungry reflected in the newcomer at seeing it.
âHoseok-ah,â Yoongi said in greeting and I jerked, recognising that name immediately. Amusement pulsed in the air, making me feel like I suddenly got caught between two starving wolves, while I just stood there wide-eyed and blushing. âYou wouldnât believe who returned to me tonight,â the older man continued, and I could hear the shit-eating grin in his intonation.
The hand that wasnât currently lightly caressing the exposed sliver of skin between my crop and my skirt lifted from its place on the bar and laid gently on my neck, hold just strong enough to feel its weight there and fix me in place, but not to actually grasp. My heart stammered a few times in my chest, a needy noise getting stuck in my throat and tampering off into a little whiny exhale. My face was burning, but the interest of the two men seemed to skyrocket at the sound.
âOh!â the exclamation out of Hoseokâs mouth was full of unbridled thrill and he leaned closer as well, recognising the gesture as something to do specifically with me in a way that sent shame and excitement through me, âLook who it is, our very own Cinderella!â Now when his gaze swept over me, there was a slight glaze over it, like he was putting the body to the tale he must have heard from Yoongi himself.
âSo this is she,â the dark-haired man said finally when his eyes feasted enough, sparkles reflecting in them as he stared me down before he offered me his hand. Kind of dumbfounded I reached for it on instinct, making me even more aware of Yoongiâs hands coiled all around my body.
Hoseok quickly grabbed it as soon as it got within his reach, but instead of a handshake he pulled my hand to his lips and tenderly kissed the top, eyes sending me cheeky glances as I blushed under the ministration.
âNice to meet you, Cinderella, my name is Hoseok,â he stated sensually, the fire that was steadily burning right under his surface momentarily showing, and then he pulled back all sunshiney and smiley again, like he wasnât staring me down like a predator just a second ago.
âOh, thatâs right,â Yoongi suddenly mumbled, and I shamefully realised I was so pulled into Hoseokâs aura I forgot about the presence glued to my back, âWhat is your name, princess?â The dark-haired man in front of me suddenly gasped loudly, jokingly slapping his friendâs shoulder in reprimand.
âHyung, you havenât asked her till now?â he whined loudly, draping himself over the counter a little bit and making himself comfortable leaning his head on his hand again, âHow incredibly rude of you. You were about to stick your tongue down her throat without even introducing yourself.â I flushed at the reminder of what got interrupted by Hoseokâs arrival, quickly averting my eyes and staring at the floor shyly.
There were few chuckles all around, and then the hands released me. I stumbled a little, not expecting to lose my tether and allowing my legs to grow weak knowing I was being held up, but thankfully Hoseok seemed to have quite quick reflexes, and his hand shot out to grab my hip, righting me on my feet. I mumbled my thanks and leaned on the bar casually like I was just waiting for my drink, trying to ignore the mounting sexual tension between the three of us.
Quickly clearing my throat, I hoped to dispel the slight awkwardness that suddenly overtook me, drumming my fingers on the bar. Suddenly realising that the drink Yoongi ordered for me stood completely forgotten and melting there, I reached for it and started downing it while I felt their amused but still ravenous eyes on my figure.
âI know, Hobi-ya, Iâve been such a bad host,â Yoongi purred out, fingers playing with the glass with what I assumed was whiskey. Since every time my gaze got stuck on his perfect hands his ego seemed to grow even more (which I thought to be impossible, but Yoongi proved to be an impossible man, so it checked out), I tried to avoid the sight, but my eyes still got dragged down every once in a while, lured in by the massive rings flashing under the lights and the pretty veins flexing with every movement.
There was some rapport between them, shooting one clever dirty remark after another, but I sort of tuned them out for a moment, getting lost in the world of possibilities that opened before me quite abruptly. I try to win a bet and end up getting chatted up by not one, but two owners of the very club. I almost wanted to run off just to whisper this to Yeri and giggle about it with Hana, some slight snickers escaping my mouth at the image of her wide-open mouth at finding out who these guys were.
âWhat are you laughing at, Cinderella?â a voice right next to my ear tears me out of my musings, and I immediately shuddered, feeling the hot puff of air of his breath hitting the tender skin of my neck. Hoseok was grinning at me wickedly when I turned to him, so close I could count all of his perfect pretty lashes.
Belatedly I realised I never actually introduced myself, the conversation getting derailed immediately and I got so flustered I forgot he even asked, so I cleared my throat and said: âMy nameâs Y/N.â It came out a little scratchy still, emphasizing how deliciously nervous they made me, which in turn served to excite them even more â I could see it in their dark expectant eyes.
Then I smirked, regaining a little bit of sense now that I wasnât helplessly caught in Yoongiâs sweet net. âAnd thatâs none of your business,â I added, barely supressing the desire to stick out my tongue at him. Iâd keep that one in the arsenal, I was sure Iâd get many a chance to be bratty at him until the morning.
Hoseok hummed, a spark running through him at the tiniest bit of attitude, but then he smirked back.
âI see what you mean, hyung, you do have to push her a little to get to that fire,â the dark-haired man said almost too conversationally, like they were discussing their favourite drinks. His head tilted as he regarded me and I felt almost undressed under the weight of that stare. Looking at him, he was clearly already thinking of how heâd like to push me to get the reactions he wanted, so I chose to ignore him even as heat threatened to overtake my face.
Instead I narrowed my eyes at Yoongi, who was trying to look as innocent as possible but he couldnât hide the devilish spark about him, his smile a little too sharp to get away with anything.
âWhat exactly have you been telling him?â my voice tilted in faux anger, but there was a grin tugging at my lips even as I was attempting to fix him with my stare. Needless to say, he wasnât intimidated in the slightest.
Leaning forward, until our noses were almost brushing and our breaths mingled, and I felt my knees getting a little weak again, he grinned. âNothing but the truth.â We were locked in what Iâd call an eye-fucking staring contest, but neither of us wanted to back down. As I started to feel a little more comfortable in their presence, I quickly found my spine again, and they clearly liked when I sassed them a little. So I let go and slipped into my usual stance.
âWell, I originally came here to talk shop, but this is much more interesting,â came Hoseokâs voice from our right, and we both looked over at the same time. He was watching us with an obvious smile, but not the ones like before, no. This one made me shiver (as if they havenât been doing that for the entire night).
I quickly spun around, leaning on the bar with my back instead of my front, and looked seemingly carelessly into the crowd, partly trying to annoy them a little and partly actually searching for Yeri to make sure she knew I was okay.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, thereâs clearly nothing happening,â I sing-songed slyly, making sure I put a little distance between all of us. Yoongi, who was clearly the one more experienced with me bolting, was shifting around on his stool, and for the first time that evening I realised how much they both towered over me even with my heels, even when they both sat and I was standing. It was exhilarating, like getting slowly sweetly hunted.
I made eye contact with my best friend exactly the second two hands from two different directions wrapped around me and fixed me to place, Hoseokâs elegant hand squeezing at my waist while Yoongiâs bejewelled one made itself home in the crook of my neck, as close to grabbing me by the throat as he could get away with in the middle of a crowded club.
I stuttered out a gasp, my thoughts screeching to a halt and Yoongi took the chance to dip down to my ear and whisper: âYouâre not running away from us that easily, pretty girl.â I couldnât help the little smirk, thinking back to Yeriâs words promising me that if I went to speak to him, he wouldnât let me go again. Oh how right she was, and sheâd be super annoying about it later, but right now I was so glad she convinced me to go Iâd accept all the teasing later.
Yeri was watching the interaction with sharp eyes, face a little worried at the sudden appearance of a second man. She raised her hand in the universal âokâ gesture, a question written into her features. I quickly nodded, not wanting to leave her hanging, and then turned to Yoongi and staring right into his eyes.
âIf I knew you were this desperate for me, Iâd have given you a few more crumbs last time,â I teased him shamelessly, too satisfied with myself for Yoongiâs liking. He growled lightly, the rumble rising through his chest and throat and vibrating on my shoulder. The ginger ducked his head back into my neck and then there was a quick warning nip to the soft skin, which had me gasping breathlessly, thrumming in their arms.
Hoseok was quietly laughing to my right, free hand amusing itself by playing with my dark curled hair while he amusedly watched his hyung getting provoked like that.
With blown out pupils and wild heart jumping around in my chest I turned again to find Yeriâs eyes once more. She was glancing our way occasionally, and by now the other girls noticed as well, all hooting and hollering and gesturing at me happily. I grinned back, and then pulled out my phone from my little bag and tapped it so everyone saw. It was our gesture to have them check their messages.
With that I slowly pulled myself from their hands, and as possessively as they both clutched at me, once I actually showed the intent to leave, they both let go easily, leaning back in their chairs. I could see the moment of nervousness in Yoongiâs eyes, probably afraid heâd taken it too far with the bite, but I smirked at both of them, trying to ease them a little.
âGentlemen, I need to use the restroom,â I announced heartily, thrusting my bag into Hoseokâs hands, âI trust this will be safe with you.â With a little wink, clutching my phone in hand, I turned on my heel and happily bounced through the throngs of people towards the quiet hallway.
Once there, I quickly pulled up the group chat, not being able to keep this all to myself anymore.
Petty bitch: you wonât fucking believe me what I found out
The slew of messages was immediate, some begging for the tea and some berating me for texting them when I had two very hot men to make out with.
Pink nightmare: istfg if you donât tell me now
Petty bitch: calm down lol, iâm not gonna leave you hanging
Petty bitch: you know who these guys are?
Petty bitch: min yoongi and jung hoseok
Dressed to distress: ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW??????
Dressed to distress: Y/N YOU BETTER NOT BE PULLING YM BALLS RIHGT NOW
Dressed to distress: istfg you better go there and fuck them until they canât walk or iâll never speak to you again
Pink nightmare: i think Hana almost passed out when she read that
Dressed to distress: shut up itâs big news
Dressed to distress: itâs THE min yoongi and jung hoseok
Dressed to distress: FUCK THEM. N O W.
I was laughing at the endless barrage of messages, Hana and Yeri taking over the group chat with their combined freaking out and subtle threats to end our friendship if I leave again. The smile on my face was fixed permanent at that point, and the warmth spread through me quickly knowing I had such support out there, even though it was about getting fucked senseless.
Petty bitch: aye aye captain, will do sir
Dressed to distress: you better
Petty bitch: you were right tho yeri, about what you said before
Pink nightmare: i know ;)
With one last smile at the screen, I locked the device again and made my way back to the bar, where the two man conversed leisurely. A third chair was pulled between them, waiting and empty, and Hoseok was still securely clutching onto the little red handbag. I supposed that was the only reason they were being so chill, though I wouldnât understand anyone that would be able to walk away from them for the second time.
Confidently walking over, I went straight for the empty stool and sat down without glancing at either of the men, instead gesturing at the smiley barman, Tae if I remembered correctly. He waved at me and without saying anything he started preparing my drink.
Well, there was a certain advantage to being the girl that his bosses were about to fuck.
Said men didnât waste a second and immediately engulfed me in their warmth, flanking both my sides, hands wandering around the small of my back or the exposed skin of my thighs (that one was definitely Yoongi, judging by the cooling feeling of heavy jewellery dragging across the heated skin that made me shiver more than I was prepared to admit).
A small talk started up between us, talking about mostly nothing or inconsequential things, about what we did that day or whether I also got mad at the latest change in bus schedule (Hoseok got weirdly passionate about that, considering he most definitely either drove a high-end car or even had a chauffeur).
But it was increasingly more difficult to pay attention to a single thing that was said when their hands slowly but surely strayed more and got bolder and bolder, with Hoseokâs sliding up, up, under my little top, until his thumb was sliding across the line of my bra, while Yoongi had managed to slowly inch his way almost all the way under my skirt. He was so close to accidentally brushing against the edge of my panties, and it was driving me insane.
I was endlessly squirming in my seat, legs constantly fighting to either fall further open or squeeze under the rush of sensations, either giving the smug man more opportunities to caress my inner thigh or just trapping his hand there.
And as if sensing what Yoongi was doing, and how he kept me on edge, Hoseok begun inching his head closer, leaning in until I felt every word he said on the skin of my naked shoulder, until his soft lips were brushing against me with every laugh and murmur, sometimes even giving up the pretence of polite conversation and just openly kissing his way around my crop when he wasnât talking.
It took me entirely too long to realise they were just winding me up on purpose, finding new stupid stuff to bring up just to prolong the sweet torture.
I snapped sometimes in the middle of a heated debate over soap dispensers in public bathrooms, just as Yoongi was detailing his thought process over choosing the ones they had in their restrooms.
âAre you planning to finger me right here on the bar?â I jumped into his spiel, the frustration bleeding into my voice, âOr are we going to talk about soap until morning?â Yoongi immediately shut up, amused grin playing on his lips and his hand flexing on my thigh at the mention of fingering. Hoseok also froze where he was in the middle of gently mouthing at the back of my neck, and I felt his lips pull into a smirk.
Tae that was just passing by looked horrified though and started protesting basically as soon as I was done with my little outburst.
Before I knew what was happening, both men were on their feet and pulling me along, each one hand in their grasp. There was a quick understanding between them, and they both started off in the same direction.
âI thought youâd never ask,â Hoseok purred, overcome by the excitement, âNo matter how hot fingering you at the bar would be, letâs reserve that for when the clubâs closed.â The promise of future endeavours worked like a charm on me, and I quickly melted into their embrace, speeding up to keep up with their rushed steps.
Turns out, they were going towards a dark door, coloured just well enough to blend into the walls. Yoongi impatiently started unlocking it, almost barging into it once the key finally turned. It opened to a narrow little barren hallway that ended in stairs going up.
The three of us couldnât fit there side by side, so I ended up with Hoseokâs arm around my shoulders with Yoongi going ahead, taking the stairs by two. Up there was a little space and a singular door, which finally led into what must have been their office space.
It was a nice room, a little dark, there was only a single small window and it was currently night outside, but it was decorated nicely, giving it a modern yet cozy feel. There was a dark wood desk in one corner, with a massive chair behind it, and a nice little conference table with a comfortable sofa in the other.
Hoseok led us straight towards there, but just as I wanted to move to sit on the nice dark blue furnishing, I was pulled down by the man and we both tumbled onto the soft carpet instead. He cleverly manoeuvred me so that once down, I ended up almost in his lap, and his arm coiled around my waist quickly to keep me pressed up against him.
Iâd have laughed at his cheekiness, I would have, but then his face was buried in my neck and finally kissing in earnest, and all that came out of me was a pleased sigh. There was clinking coming from somewhere behind us, but I ignored it in favour of running my hand up Hoseokâs back until it was tangled into his styled hair. He released a few pleasured chuffs and then he was pulling back.
I whined, I couldnât help myself, and I wasnât even particularly ashamed of it once I saw his teasing smile. The dark-haired man amused himself by pressing in closer, our lips only a breath away, and then jerking from me when I tried to close the distance, laughing in earnest at my frustration.
His hands kneaded my hips, similarly pulling me close enough but then keeping me in place when I tried to shuffle closer, until I had enough. I was so turned on, not only from the teasing from before, worked up from their gentle touches on the bar, but also from being so close to finally having what I wanted only to be entertainment for him. So fine, if he wanted to play, letâs play.
Using the hand in his hair, I tugged at it a little harsher than before, enough to jerk Hoseokâs head back as he wasnât expecting it. A little hiss of pain escaped his lips, but even as I quickly descended on him I saw the swirl of arousal in his eyes. Using the moment of surprise, I finally crashed our lips together and barrelled into him, not giving him a chance to stop me when I finally climbed atop his lap properly and made myself home there.
He took it all in stride, giving me what I wanted, happily so if his overjoyed little noises were anything to go by. I didnât give him a chance to tease more by controlling the pace of the kiss, instead I kissed him filthily from the beginning, going in hard.
Hoseok matched my pace easily, accepting all of my desire and doubling it with his own, wasting no time in licking into my mouth, pushing his tongue in and claiming me thoroughly. We battled for dominance briefly, our tongues messily pushing against each other, the kiss descending into heated wet chaos, but it was mind-meltingly good and I couldnât stop the outpouring of moans that the man eagerly swallowed and answered with his own.
When we finally separated for air, I suddenly became aware of the fact that Iâve been rocking against him as his hands firmly gripped at my waist, supporting the flow of my movements.
We breathed heavily into each other, my brain already muddled and its only goal turning to getting railed into oblivion. Hoseokâs gaze was trained somewhere off to my left and I turned, being greeted by the sight of Yoongi leisurely sprawled over the sofa, whiskey glass hanging from his hand.
His eyes were beyond starving, fixed on us in a manner that excited me as much as it unnerved me, but then Hoseok was chuckling into my ear and whispering âhyung must like the showâ and my head was spinning with the force of lust that surged through me.
This time when I lunged for another kiss, the man was already expecting me, accepting me. Hoseok was full of eager noises, sighs and moans and groans, all escaping into my hungry mouth and sounding through the room alongside the wet smacking of our lips. And I wasnât far behind, the quiet moans spilling out freely as my hips jerked over the man, this time very much with purpose.
There was a bulge increasingly hardening right beneath my soaked centre, and every time I rubbed against it there was a hitch in both of our staggered breathing. My skirt has long since ridden all the way up, pretty much exposing my panties to Yoongiâs eager eyes as he watched me hump his friend.
Our mouths fell apart for breath, but Hoseok immediately trailed wet scorching kisses down my jaw and neck, licking into the skin there. At first I didnât even realise when the scales of power started tipping the other way, not until I was suddenly pulled up and slammed down on the little table, splayed on my back and with a very horny man attached to me and pushing me into the sturdy wood.
My head was spinning and I could barely see through the haze, the fog filling my mind with every swipe of Hoseokâs talented tongue, and when I bumped into something I didnât even care that much. Not until the dark-haired man bit down hard at the junction of my neck and I threw my head back with a debauched scream, body seizing and arms flying back in an attempt to grasp onto something.
Soft jean material was suddenly between my fingers, and I started slowly noting that there was a bony leg underneath it.
Hoseokâs hips relentlessly pushed into mine, jerking into me and letting me feel every inch of his now erect cock, still confined to his silken pants.
âGoing to ruin your expensive slacks, pretty boy,â I gasped out with a laugh and the man scoffed into the skin in the crook of my neck. His hips slowed down to a drawled-out grind, torturing me with delicious drag of the prominent bulge through the thin material of my panties.
I felt his big strong hand splayed out on the meat of my thigh, holding my leg curled around his hips and pinning me into place.
âIâm not a teenager anymore, angel, I can hold my own,â he purred between licks and kisses, enjoying the slowed down pleasure as it made me squirm in impatience, since the turn in pace was quite sudden.
âOh yeah? Youâre already a big boy?â I teased right back, little gasps and moans escaping me with every sharp nip to my neck. I was already breathless, writhing around on the table under a man who seemed to be gradually more and more cocksure as the seconds ticked by.
Hearing my words, he ground his hips into me with surprising force, shocking a moan out of me. âCanât you feel for yourself?â he giggled into my ear, upping the tempo and force behind his thrusts until I was thrown around and had no idea where was up and down.
Brain overrun with pleasure, any kind of smart retort died in my throat under the sudden onslaught of pleasure coursing through me, only desperately holding onto Hoseokâs shoulders while he ravaged me. The little table pitifully squeaked under us, but it seemed it would hold even with how wild he was getting.
âOh? No more witty remarks?â he now fully teased, enjoying this little game we had going, âDo you only behave when youâre fucked into oblivion?â
Before I could respond, Hoseok straightened out, hands migrating to hold down my hips as he jerked into me and laughed down at me. I couldnât even begin to imagine what sight I made â flushed, with messy hair and red lipstick smeared around my lips. His eyes drank me up hungrily, mouth open and tongue licking his lips like I was the most delicious dessert. There was a tinge of red on them from mine too, and with his blown out eyes it painted such an erotic picture I felt myself clench around nothing.
A deep dark chuckle from behind me made me remember the fact that there actually was another person here with us, but I didnât turn to look at him. Instead I channelled all my energy into smirking towards Hoseok.
He himself was far from collected, a tiny line of sweat breaking out at his hairline and his cheeks were a healthy red colour, eyes hazy and dark. Sensing my rebellion, he smiled sweetly and waited for what Iâd grace them with.
âAnd you think you have it in you to do that?â I gasped out cheekily, almost even winking at him, but instead I settled for letting my tongue peek out slightly and poking my upper lip with it, âA healthy confidence is sexy, but donât oversell yourself, pretty boy.â
The moment Hoseokâs eyes darkened with slight aroused irritation, face pulling into a hard dominant mask, I knew Iâd succeeded in pushing his buttons just right. I felt the hands holding me tighten, but his hips abruptly stilled.
A disbelieving chuckle came from Yoongi, who must have been comfortably sitting on the sofa behind us watching everything unfold. âNow youâve done it, princess,â his deep raspy voice rumbled amusedly.
Anticipation set heavy into my bones, my whole body thrumming in excitement while I watched the tick in Hoseokâs jaw. I could almost see the cogs turning in his head, no doubt coming up with some way to punish me.
âWell, I think we have to teach our little guest some manners, donât you hyung?â it was like a switch turned in him and there was no trace of the happy smiley man he was mere minutes ago, now only intense determination shined through his face as he began pulling away from me.
Yoongi hummed, then there was a sound of shifting and suddenly the manâs breaths were hitting my ear, the goosebumped skin of my neck shivering at his abrupt proximity. âI couldnât agree more, Hob-ah,â the ginger whispered, but in the quiet office it was still perfectly audible.
The smirk that split Hoseokâs face was completely different from the one before and it frankly sent shivers down my spine in a somewhat jittery excitement.
Both men then stood up, leaving me alone on the table. Before I knew it, I was whining like a little abandoned pup, scrambling to get up as well, but a firm gesture to stay from Hoseok had me freezing in my spot, only a whimper escaping my mouth where I laid.
I watched them as they rummaged through a small closet, each pulling out something else. When they turned back to me, Yoongi was hiding something behind his back while Hoseokâs hand was wrapped around with some colourful piece of cloth. They made no move closer to me though, just stood there and watched me sprawled out on the little table.
I was squirming under their heated gazes, a little unsure and a lot desperate. I just wanted their hands on my body, their cocks stuffed in whatever hole they pleased, but I was so awfully alone there on that little table â that must have been illegal. Fighting the whimpers from trickling out of my mouth, I seeped in my embarrassment and lust, eyes begging them for anything.
âLook at her hyung,â Hoseok started, ever the more talkative one of the duo, âlook how obedient and desperate she gets when we take the pleasure away from her.â The older manâs eyes glided over me for the thousandth time, hungry and burning, and I almost cowered from them on instinct.
âNot so mouthy now, are we princess?â he teased as well, in that voice of his that made me embarrassingly aroused.
Within moments Hoseok was back onto me, but now he just grabbed my waist and pressed me into the wood, arms and hips holding me from squirming but not touching me in any relief-inducing way.
I almost whined again when suddenly Yoongiâs hands entered my periphery from above, where he was situated back on the sofa behind me. While Hoseok held me still, the man grabbed both of my hands and started gently fastening a tie around the wrists, slowly enough to let me see what he was doing and loosely enough for me to protest anytime.
But the second I saw that happening, my breath hitch in excitement and I arched into Hoseokâs hands, the man quietly snickering to himself.
âThis okay?â Yoongiâs voice was completely serious, devoid of any teasing from before. I nodded, but quickly remembered myself and before he could ask I rasped out a âyes!â. The answering smile washed over me along with a little murmur of âgood girlâ and I positively melted under them, hips desperately pushing down to find Hoseokâs.
âAre you familiar with the colour system?â the dark-haired man asked this time, eyes trained on his hyung carefully twisting and turning the tie to properly fasten a comfortable safe knot on it. I caught myself as I started nodding again, and instead croaked out another affirmative, pulling satisfied smiles out of them just as Yoongi lightly yanked on the binding and the knot shrank and tightened until it was snugly sitting on the skin of my wrists.
âAnything, and I mean anything, feels weird â donât hesitate to let us know,â with last comforting murmur Yoongi moved back to sit onto the sofa â my nod must have been enough for him â and as he went my arms stretched backwards over my head. The ginger leisurely held onto the fabric like it was a leash, giving me slight room to move, but keeping his presence known.
Hoseokâs reassuring smile melted into a smug smirk and I held my breath in anticipation, ready to accept anything the man had in store for me. But instead of returning to me, he pulled back once more, the hands on my hips now almost bruising.
In a split of a second I found myself flipped over. My front hit the table with a big clank, almost sending the poor piece of furniture to the ground and knocking the wind out of me. Hoseok released a big breath, one hand pushing at the small of my back and keeping me pinned down, while the other started a slow journey up the outside of my thigh.
His teasing fingers at first only lightly grazed underneath the skirt, caressing the sensitive yearning skin before finally pushing the clothing out of the way, completely exposing my panties clad ass to the room. I shivered slightly, but the temperature was comfortable and I was only filled with overwhelming waves of lust and eagerness.
Hoseokâs hand gently caressed the skin for a moment, sometimes kneading and grabbing at the meat of my ass and lulling me into a false sense of security, before abruptly pulling back and landing a harsh slap on the right cheek. I gasped out a choked moan, whole body jerking forward with the force until my hips barrelled straight into the table. A loud bang of the table taking the hit combined with my noise of pleasure sounded through the room in a strange yet satisfying cacophony.
In this position I could clearly see Yoongi lounging back on the sofa watching us with dark eyes, hands flexing on the tie holding my bound wrists. His eyes jumped to mine the second his friend started administering the chosen punishment, something predatory swimming in them at my reaction. In that moment he felt more like a beast than a man, and one that wanted to eat me whole. The thought made me shudder, but in the best way possible.
I was quite sure that my own eyes must have been dazed and hazy with lust, as I could barely see through the film of pleasure blinding me, and Yoongi seemed to love that more than anything.
âGive her another, Hobi,â he encouraged the dark-haired man, and I realised he was probably monitoring whether I was okay as much as enjoying the view.
But all thoughts of anything flew right out of my mind the moment Hoseokâs hand descended onto me again, this time to the left side. The shock of pain ran through me like a zap of electricity, melting into pleasure as soon as it hit my bloodstream. The vision of Yoongi in front of me blurred as my eyes rolled back, a strangled moan releasing into the tensed air between us.
The next four spanks came quickly one right after the other, alternating between the cheeks and leaving behind stinging buzzing skin, more sensitive with every touch. I felt the burn there, and the ache of my hips continuously ramming into the wooden table also kept reminding me my position. But I didnât care, too busy trying to dampen down my increasingly more high-pitch desperate groans and moans, before I embarrassed myself too much.
The wetness building up between my thighs was almost embarrassing, and I started to worry any moment I would start dripping down my legs just over a few spanks, and then Hoseok would never let me live it down.
Speaking of the devil, the man switched again to gently caressing the reddened tender area, humming lowly in his throat. I slumped onto the table, whining and whimpering at every soft swipe of his hand, every delicate pinch and handful he grabbed. Yoongi was smirking at me, but stayed silent, giving his friend all the space to do whatever he wanted.
âLook at you, being such a good girl now,â he purred slowly behind me, pushing his erection into my clothed core once more and teasing me with the hardened bump griding into me. The sudden realisation that I was wet enough for squelches to be heard with his tight thrusts hit me square in the chest and pushed another pathetic moan out of my throat. His hands once again pinned me down by my hips, making sure I wasnât squirming underneath him and wouldnât try to grind back at him, but I heard him groaning under his breath when he realised the same thing as well.
âAll I had to do was spank you a little and put you in your place, and suddenly youâre all out of smart remarks,â Hoseok continued smugly (if a little breathlessly), hips smoothly riding me. I could hear his little sighs and half-moans with every thrust, obviously more desperate for relief than he was trying to let on.
I wanted to speak back to him, but my mind was blank, filled only with thoughts of his cock and his hands on me. Opening my mouth, only thing that was able to come out were strangled groans, and I worried I might start drooling soon too. And even if I did manage to speak, no doubt the only thing Iâd be able to formulate would be pleas for Hoseok to stuff me full of his cock and fuck me dumb.
Yoongi was watching me with amusement, like I was pathetic, and the humiliation was burning through me and heightening everything I was already feeling.
âAw, look at her hyung,â Hoseok continued, âcanât even speak now.â The older man hummed in satisfaction, tugging lightly on the tie and jostling me into paying more attention to the interaction. I put the last strains of brain power into talking back, the final try before I would be too lost and cock drunk.
âSo pleased with yourselves, arenât you boys,â the words came out of my mouth slightly slurred, but the cheeky lilt was still clearly detectable, and I chuckled tiredly, shimmying under Hoseokâs firm hands to try and get his cock closer to me.
To which the man swiftly reacted by pulling his hips away and instead bending over me. I felt the feather-light brushes of his shirt over the exposed parts of my back, but Hoseok never came any closer â not enough to feel his skin, only to have the feverish warmth of his body seep slowly into me from above.
âBe careful what you say, pretty,â his low voice warned me, the words delivered a touch too sensually to fully register in my mind, âthat is, if you wanna get fucked tonight.â
âHow many spanks did you get, princess?â Yoongiâs question came before my hazy brain could even fully process Hoseokâs warning, but I managed to choke out the answer, muddled mind going through the sharp delicious impacts to my skin.
Both men hummed, pleased that I kept track even without being told to. Hoseok finally lowered himself onto me, chest plastered to my back, skin pasted to skin by a thin sheen of sweat.
âNow, I was considering letting you off with six,â he murmured straight into my ear, âbut it seems you do need the whole ten.â Then he was gone, only reminder of his presence was the sudden cold spot over me and the tingles running through my skin where we touched, and I shivered. My hips still pushed back needily, and he let me for a few moments, before his hand was back to caressing the throbbing red skin of my bottom.
The first spank was a fast one, delivering a more intense sting than the ones before. I gasped and braced myself, eagerly pushing my ass out and arching my back. Someone chuckled, and I had a hard time deciphering who, all my attention channelled into the two hands fondling the meat of my ass leisurely.
The press of his fingers into the burning flesh was something I swore Iâd be able to remember 20 years from now, the sensation almost classifying as a life-changing event for my pathetic little brain as the anticipation of the next three spanks drove me crazy with need.
âSheâs presenting nicely like a bitch in heat,â a deep voice whispered breathlessly, mockery and arousal mixing into his tone, âare we sure this is even a punishment for her?â In lieu of answer only a whiney moan left my mouth, hips shaking desperately and attempting to push back just as Hoseok delivered another sharp blow.
The last two were a little hazy for me â they came in a fast succession and immediately after the calming cooling caress of Hoseokâs hand returned, his voice soothing me with reassuring coos and purrs.
âWhat a good girl,â Yoongi whispered, tugging at the tie again to check on me. The praise poured over me, replenishing me body and soul like I was a thirsty traveller stumbling upon an oasis, and I slowly raised my head from the wood to blearily blink at the man. I was pretty sure there was a line of drool connecting me to the table, but I was too fried to care.
The ginger smiled at me, looking pleased more than anything, but still giving his younger friend free reign. Said man gave my bum a few more gentle pats before he helped me turn around on my back again, hooking my legs over his elbows to make it a little easier for me.
His face was flushed, a predatory grin spread over his face. I watched a drop of sweat slide down his neck and plunge down the perfect almost exposed chest, and while the manâs hair was all messy from our previous kissing, lips red from the lipstick I wore, his clothes were still firmly in place.
He was watching me with such overwhelming desire I almost melted right on the spot, the full force of my arousal making itself known in a single burst of fire. Suddenly the wetness in my panties became nigh unbearable, and my pussy fruitlessly clenched and oozed more juice in hopes of getting stuffed soon. And with Hoseokâs cock so close to my centre I was going even more mad with it.
âWhat do we think, baby? Have we learnt our lesson?â he asked me in a cheery voice, the taunting lilt provoking me and pushing my heated brain into overdrive to come up with a swift comeback. In the end I let the lust override the reason and blurted out what I really wanted.
âWe think,â I started, my voice all breathless with a little rasp, âthat maybe you should bury your pretty face in my cunt.â Immediately after those words tumbled out of me, a blush overtook my face in unexpected shyness. Even now I was still getting embarrassed â Iâve never bratted this much to anyone and Iâve certainly never said those exact words before â it was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.
Hoseok tsked at me and then looked to the older man while lightly shaking his head in faux disappointment.
âOh dear, I think itâs only making her mouthier,â some darker breathier excitement crept into his voice, and it had me alerted in an instant, âwhat do we do, hyung?â The beastly smirk Yoongi gave in response felt like a bucket of ice water hitting me straight into my face, and I realised that they were planning something more from the beginning and I just played straight into their hands.
âI know these types, Hoseok-ah,â the ginger played along, but he was too excited to sell it properly, âand only one thing ever seems to work on them.â With that his hand reached somewhere down the sofa and grabbed a thin black flexible stick.
A whip. He had a whip.
My mind got transported back to before they spanked me, how Yoongi seemed to hide something behind his back. I got distracted real fast after that, but this must have been it.
Iâd never used it before with anyone and as much as slight nervousness set into me, it was heavily overshadowed by the rush of exhilaration. With a single look at it I felt my body jerk in response, pussy clenching and singing in praise.
âLetâs see how bratty you are when youâre too busy crying from overstimulation, princess,â debauchery dripping off of him like pouring rain, pelting me right in my weakest points and leaving me gasping and breathless. I very much did want to see that.
A loud snapping of fingers had me whirling my head back to Hoseok who wore a serious expression, only getting emphasised by the obvious lust swirling in his blackened orbs.
âColour, baby?â he rasped out, hands kneading the meat of my thighs slowly, in a hypnotising loop of thrills. I swallowed with some difficulty, getting steadily pulled into his intense gaze.
âG-green,â I stuttered out, buckling under the sudden aura these two were exuding, like I only now realised that I was in the presence of two domineering men. The slight hesitation before my answer was noticed as well, and while I was merely taking my time to know surely this is something I wanted, the men seemed to be worried by it.
âYou sure?â Hoseok enquired again, mellowing out the rough touch into a gentle caress to make me more comfortable. I nodded, hurriedly and a tad too excitedly, drawing a chuckle from Yoongi still sitting behind me.
âYes. Green,â I repeated, this time firmer and surer to chase away any doubts they could have. Yoongiâs hand started a slow path along the sensitive inside of my arm, his energy shifting into something more predatory and tangible, making sure I was aware of him.
âHave you ever played with a whip before, princess?â the ginger drawled out sensuously, amusement evident in his tone. I wanted to turn my head to look at him, but I couldnât tear my eyes away from the way Hoseokâs face crumbled back into lust.
âNoâŠâ the word slipped out of my mouth in a whisper. It almost felt like both of them were holding their breath for something, something that was escaping me in my scrambled state.
âAre you excited to try?â came the next question, now feeling Yoongi lightly nose at my wrists, just shy of kissing there, making me shudder under the sensation. I just breathlessly nodded, not having the strength to actually find my voice. The ginger snickered and smacked a loud kiss to one of my wrists.
âDonât worry baby, weâll go easy on you,â he whispered the promise and then pulled away again, gesturing at Hoseok to do what he wanted. The dark-haired man happily giggled and immediately grabbed my thighs, spreading them without much preamble.
I squeaked in surprise, hands jerking to go cover myself, but they got tugged back into Yoongiâs lap. Hoseok paid me no mind though, and didnât waste time in putting his lips to the smooth skin near my ankle, showing off with loud wet kisses trailing quickly down.
As he was descending down my legs, his quick skilful hands found their way beneath my skirt (that was barely covering anything anyway) and started tugging at my panties, dragging them up my thighs to take them off. The wet spot spanned almost the entire seat of the panties and the size of it would be more embarrassing if I didnât see the way Hoseokâs eyes rolled back at the sight, the excitement rushing through his body on a shudder. At the same time a veiny knuckley hand descended onto me from behind and tugged my crop up to release my tits from my bra.
Before I knew it Hoseok was bending over and had his face buried in my cunt while the handy little whip was teasingly circling one of my nipples. I barely managed to gasp out, drowning under sudden barrage of sensations and body growing confused under the different stimulations.
The dark-haired man started enthusiastically licking around my drenched folds, swiftly attaching himself to my clit and sucking with loud slurps, hands tightening on my thighs and keeping them thrown over his shoulders. The zap of pleasure hit me like a tank and I arched, mouth opening on a silent moan â and Yoongi, the bastard that he was, chose that exact moment to raise the whip and slap one of my nipples enough that it stung a little.
The desperate cry that left my mouth was almost unrecognisable from my voice, but it wasnât a negative noise â quite the opposite, if the rush of slick that hit Hoseokâs hungry mouth still latched onto my pussy was anything to go by. The man groaned, debauched and dark eyes rolling back into his skull, before redoubling his efforts and wildly licking and sucking at the swollen lips and clit, slowly working his tongue around my hole and pushing in.
While my body tried to cope with the flood of liquid fire from Hoseokâs eager ministrations, my brain was continuously stuttering under the stinging sensation of Yoongiâs whip slapping my nipples in a seemingly whimsical manner. The man of course, once he caught wind of my obvious interest, didnât hold back and used the little tool to alternatingly caress and lightly smack both of my breasts.
The dual stimulation made my brain melt quick, and soon I found myself to be a drooling moaning mess under the ministrations of two eager demons. I was teetering on the edge of cumming, the heat and pleasure accumulating in my lower belly until it was dangerously close to consuming me whole; and with every little suck on my clit and another hit from the whip I jerked a little closer to it snapping.
But it wouldnât be them if they didnât play with me a little, and every time Hoseok felt me nearing the edge he pulled off, roughly biting into the meat of my thighs to distract me with more delicious pain while watching his hyung distribute his own discipline on me.
âFuck, I donât think I can take it anymore,â he moaned helplessly into my skin finally, hand migrating to grab and fondle the bursting tent in his black slacks, groaning in relief immediately.
âGo ahead Hob-ah, have your fun,â Yoongi purred from the couch, the warmed leather of the whip now trying to soothe the sting with gentle caresses. The man didnât even answer verbally, only let himself slump into me with a loud moan.
Once again he wasted no time, hands scurrying to undo his pants. He quickly shucked of his blouse, revealing the beautiful smooth muscled torso he hid beneath. I only had a moment to fully sink in the beauty of his arms stretching as he pulled his top off before his trousers were pushed down his hips. Sinking all the way to his knees, Hoseok paid them no more attention as he started hurriedly fisting his flushed red cock just begging for release.
Reminiscent of my reaction to getting spanked, I was unwittingly spreading my legs and arching off the table to offer up my pussy to him on a silver platter. The sinful smirk he gave in response made me even wetter (if that was possible), and I released a series of high needy moans.
âLook at our baby, all mute and docile now,â Hoseok teased, smirking up a smug storm, somehow regaining some semblance of a composure. I couldnât find it in myself to reply, brain mush and hole wet and needy, so I just moaned again. It was so much easier to let myself ride the wave, to let all thoughts slip away and give myself over into their skilful hands â I felt no more need to sass back, I just wanted to cum. The two men giggled, and I heard a tearing of a foil packet, redirecting my dazed eyes towards Hoseok just to see him putting on a condom.
Anticipation ran through me, my horny mind recognising that I would be getting cock inside of me soon, needy cunt clenching and gushing desperately. Hoseok started pushing in practically immediately, impatient and wanting, and I was so wet and ready for him that he sunk in without a problem on the first stroke, pushing a helpless groan out of the man immediately.
I hadnât even stopped moaning yet when Hoseok pulled back and thrust back in, overriding my senses with burning pleasure â it felt like my brain was buffering and short-circuiting under the never-ending overwhelming sensations. I finally felt so deliciously full, and it scratched something deep inside me, body catching up quickly and erupting into mindless ecstasy. After a few experimental strokes he set a speedy pace, desperately pumping his hips into me, jostling me on the table. If he wasnât gripping onto my thighs so tightly, Iâd probably find myself sliding up with the force of his lust, while the dark-haired man lost himself to my wet heat.
The moans spilled out of him freely, bronze sweaty body rippling with the movements and teasing some abs. When I managed to take control of myself and perceive anything through my own desperate staccato moans and gasps, I saw the manâs hazy gaze, unfocused eyes glazed over with ecstasy. It made my own lust mount immeasurably, building on my previous almost-there orgasm and throwing me headfirst into heady bliss. The scorching heat gathering deep in my core spilled over shocks of fire through my bloodstream, getting more intense with every stroke, with every time his tip bumped into the magic spot inside of me and made me shudder, so close to release I could almost taste it on my fucking tongue.
Tugging on my hands alerted me to Yoongiâs presence, the stagnant whip now moving again, teasingly making its way across my chest and tummy, here or there thumping down lightly to keep me on my toes. I heard his purred-out hums and rumbles at my eager reactions even through Hoseokâs groans and gasps, even through the wet slapping of skin on skin as he pumped into me wildly.
Just when I got used to the feeling of the leather travelling across my skin, Yoongi distributed four quick slaps, alternating between my nipples. The impact made me jerk in surprise before the delectable mix of pleasure and pain caught up to me and poured through my veins and nerves and I cried out on a moan. I felt my body spasm, cunt clenching and trapping Hoseokâs cock into the warm pulsating walls. A loud desperate moan cut through the room, the dark-haired manâs hips stuttered into me, and I felt his cock throb and twitch inside of me â and it drove me fucking insane with need, my hungry wet cunt attempting to suck him deeper and deeper in mindless lust that overrode all rhyme and reason.
His face spoke of inconceivable bliss, screwed into a grimace of a man on the brink of glory, red and sweaty with mouth hanging open, and breathing hard. He stilled for a moment, trying to catch his breath, his cock lodged inside of me begging for release. For few long seconds we exchanged exhausted but content smiles before Yoongi became tired of being ignored.
His whip suddenly smacked my tummy, making me clench again and in succession torturing Hoseok further as he tried to stave off his oncoming orgasm. Our breaths hitched at the same time, our gazes trained to the little black tool slowly sliding down to my cunt. It seemed that both of us had an inkling as to what Yoongi was planning â considering Hoseokâs wink and winning smirk towards his older friend while I was filled with dark anticipation, gaze glued to the sight of it rising right above my mound and coming down almost in slow-motion.
The first smack to my clit almost made me cum on the spot, all the accumulated pleasure bursting in a blinding jolt making my body contort. Hoseokâs hips jumped forward, answering the endless squeezing of my cunt with breathless moans. I thought I heard Yoongi chuckle, but I wasnât sure through the ringing in my ears.
And then everything disappeared, melted out of my head in a barrage of moans full of honeyed lust as he started slapping my clit, swiftly, in a way that made it sting but the outpouring of achey pleasure that made everything staticky and muffled was worth it thousand times. The continuous feeling of a nearing climax mounting in me was overwhelming me, sending my thighs into fits of tremors.
Hoseok started up his pace again â unable to deny himself any longer and fucking into me hard and quick, obviously chasing his high and helplessly losing to the tidal wave about to swallow him whole. As the stimulation of his cock drilling into me and barrelling into my g-spot returned, even through the fog in my mind I knew I was a goner. The wet squelch of my pussy seemed to intensify, signalling the oncoming beast of a climax too.
Yoongi also kept up his antics, periodically bringing the whip down straight onto my clit and making me jerk and cry pathetically under them (though Hoseok seemed pretty lost too). My hands were pulled over to his lap and in my plight I grabbed onto his thigh to gain at least some stable point. I felt his hand briefly squeeze mine in support, the tender touch calming my beating heart a bit. I screwed my eyes shut, head thrown back and body thrumming, just waiting for the final push.
But then Yoongi was back to his agenda, delivering few hard quick hits down onto my clit. My body tensed up, shaking and right on the brink of a powerful orgasm and head full of cotton and buzzing. Hoseok was also losing his mind, hips accelerating and balls drawing in tight, and I knew he was about to cum as well.
All it took was the sensation of Hoseok thrusting in hard a few more times before he burst, cock throbbing uncontrollably as he came with a piercing cacophony of high-pitched moans, and Yoongi smacking down one last time before my whole body locked, then everything exploded in me and I was suddenly cumming so hard I was surprised I didnât simply burst into pieces. Distantly I was aware that I was screaming out, but everything was muted through the humming and ringing in my ears, eyes rolled back into my skull rendering me blind. I jerked with the waves of pleasure, warmth pumping into me from all directions and pushing me deeper into a dark fog, pulling me under the endless billows of scorching honeyed nectar spreading through me.
It rocked me whole, thighs and hips shaking while Hoseok desperately grasped at me going through the shockwaves as well, still unwittingly pumping into me to ride out the wave. The added sting of overstimulation prolonged everything and made it sharper, making my toes curl with the mind-numbing pleasure.
When the high started ebbing away, I felt drugged, or on the verge of blackout drunk â eyes barely able to keep open, unseeing through the film over them, face wet with drool and tears. I didnât feel fully in my body, like I was floating above the table and saw the whole world through cotton candy.
Hoseok was saying something, but his words were slurred as well and I could barely hear anyway. He slumped over me, hips finally calm, and by the bonelessness of his form it could be judged that he went through similarly intense experience. I was suddenly hyper-aware of the amount of sweat that was pouring off of us, of our chests rising in tandem trying to catch our breaths and failing at it desperately.
There was some shuffling and then my arms were released, the tie binding them together gone â but they still immediately flopped down, no strength in them left. Someone pressed their face close to mine, ginger locks coming into my view but not fully connecting as I was still out of it, fighting off sleep.
But then Hoseok started moving, pulling away from me and out of my pussy, and I was jostled from the floaty space somewhere in between, slowly settling back into my bones and feeling the content ache still overriding all of my nerves.
The sound slowly came in and I realised that Yoongi was actually gently whispering praises into me, kissing softly along my neck and jawline while âsuch a good girlâ and âtook it so wellâ slipped out of his mouth on a murmur.
I moved my head just enough to see the dark-haired man collapse onto the carpet, half slumped into the leg of the sofa, grinning at me all doped out and still half naked with his pants undone. Yoongi quietly prowled over to the other side of the table, for the first time since we came here putting himself into my direct line of sight. And while his touch stayed respectful and soothing, his starving eyes ate up my messy wet swollen pussy like it was his last meal.
But then instead of touching me more he leaned over for some discarded clothing item, lightly dragging it down my thighs to clean up the juices that got all over me while Hoseok was fucking me. My eyes naturally slipped to the unmissable bulge tenting his black jeans (he must have taken off his hoodie somewhere during the session) and I couldnât hold back the whine, brain still not quite capable of putting my thoughts together in a civilised manner.
In that moment it was simply unconceivable to me that heâd be left without release, and in a split moment I stubbornly made up my mind that I needed to make him cum, right there right that instant. But the man was cleaning me up, that was simply terrible!
Another whine, this time more desperate and forlorn, finally tore Yoongi from his chore and he gave me a soft smile, worriedly looking at me to ascertain what was wrong.
âWhatâs up, baby? Whatâs wrong?â he asked gently, and I whined again, frustrated with myself that it took me such an effort to put together a simple sentence, but finally I managed to sweat it out.
âWanna make you cum,â I whimpered pathetically, and the man was split between smug smirks and kind smiles â obviously still horny out of his mind but thinking that he shouldnât push me.
âYouâre such a good girl angel, wanting to take care of me, but I can manage,â Yoongi tried to soften the rejection as much as possible, afraid I would take it badly while I was in a fragile state. But thankfully I was steadily regaining all of my abilities again, and I squirmed on the poor little table that went through all this with me.
âGreen,â I stated firmly, looking him in the eye, still somewhat dazed but much more present, âPlease fuck me too, Yoongi, please. Wanna feel you cum. Want you to use me as a toy.â The compassionate care-taking look immediately drained out of his eyes, and for the first time I was hit with the full force of his arousal. His dark blown-out pupils starvingly regarded me, hands now giving up on the cloth and instead slowly making their way to my stomach and waist.
âWell,â the ginger whispered sensually, âsince youâre begging so nicelyâŠâ My cunt clenched at those words, slowly coming back alive and contracting almost painfully in such feral anticipation it left me breathless. The prospect of having him buried inside of me hilt-deep was enough to almost make me drool again, and I spread my legs more to him.
Yoongiâs gaze was trained on my chest though, hands reverently kneading the skin on their way up until he grasped my tits, letting out a staggered sigh. But as soon as he got there he flinched away, pulling himself away to fling his shirt off, hands excitedly tearing at his pants and getting them off as quickly as was humanly possible.
âI swear to god I normally put more care into foreplay, but Iâm about to fucking explode,â Yoongi breathed out apological, snatching the condom Hoseok leaned over to give him and without wasting any time pulling it onto his throbbing red cock with a hiss of relief.
I only nodded, eyes too busy sliding over his naked torso and admiring his pretty tits and slim waist. He could probably stick it right in now and wouldnât meet a shadow of resistance, my cunt was so nicely slicked up and fucked out, so ready and hungry for him it was basically begging to get railed.
Still the man leaned over me as he shuffled closer, putting himself firmly between my thighs and pressing his length into my slit while be busied himself licking and mouthing over my tits. His body was curled over me nicely, damp skin pressed into damp skin and driving the temperature even higher, making me feel small and safe under him, and my hands grabbed onto him, desperately whining and pulling him closer.
With a soft groan he finally folded and reached between us, grabbing himself and guiding his cock into my awaiting cunt â and I was right â I was so wet I swallowed him all up and he slid all in on the first try. He was thicker than Hoseok (even though not as long) and hit all the right spots on the way in. I released a pleased little sigh, basking in the feeling of being full again, but the man was in considerably worse shape.
Unlike Hoseokâs unabashed high moans, Yoongi was full of gruff drawn-out groans and gasps while his hips jumped on their own, starting up a slow grind to curb the edge of the surmounting pleasure.
âFuck baby, this wonât last long at all,â the man giggled somewhat shyly, planting his face right into the crook of my neck to kiss there as he tried to prolong the experience for as long as possible. I released my own little breathless snicker, and that had Yoongi giving me a chastising look, raising an eyebrow at me in signal that he was still ready to put me in my place if I chose to brat out. I didnât, only gave him a blissed-out smile and rolled my hips with a sigh.
Yoongi only hummed, and I almost expected him to start up some smartass monologuing, but then he was thrusting forward, hard and deep, and it knocked all thoughts out of my mind. The ginger manâs style was completely different from the fucking I received before him â he started up with a slow but rough pace, focusing on jerking into me forcefully and sliding as far as my body would allow instead on quickness.
While Hoseokâs fucking was a chaotic hot mess of quick-paced rough sex that left me breathless, Yoongi plastered himself to me and went unhurriedly but on every heavy thrust imprinted himself deeper and deeper into my core and fully overwhelmed my senses. The ringing in my ears started up again, and I was already overheating with the gooey ball of fire forming in my belly. I felt dizzy and hazy, my little moans and sighs getting cut off midway with the power behind Yoongiâs hips.
He played me masterfully, gradually speeding up, at first not fast enough to have me notice but to have my nerves overloaded with a mounting surge of pleasure. Then he ended it all. With a smirk that I would have found insufferable in any other circumstance (or if I was more present and not losing my mind on a cock) his hand lazily dragged up my tummy, up my chest, teasingly squeezing a tit on the way, before it settled on my neck. Game over town.
I froze, tensing underneath the man, and then I melted, stretching my head away and offering up my neck all he wanted with a whimper and a whine. And with a chuckle he used it all to his advantage, dear god that he did.
âLetâs go back to our roots, princess,â he whispered meanly straight into my ear, naughty lips brushing the shell of my ear while his hand tightened a touch, âisnât this what you asked for those two weeks ago?â A barrage of moans spilled out of my slack mouth, my mind already burning with the anticipation of the tight hold of his beautiful strong hands.
Yoongi seemed to have pulled himself together a little for the purpose of teasing this out for a little longer, though both of us were already running full speed towards the finish line.
He straightened out, looming over me darkly with hungry eyes as his hand slowly tightened around my neck, lightly squeezing the sides to give me the rush of adrenaline. Any noise that would have barrelled out of my hoarse throat got cut off and I got light-headed fast, with all the sensations running through me with the flow of oxygen significantly lessened pushing me into an almost out of body experience.
The ginger man picked up his pace, delivering rough hard deep thrusts, eyes hazy and reflecting just how close he was to his own climax. I felt his dick throb and twitch as it rammed into my sweet spot, practically pushing both of us into the beginning stages of overstimulation because neither of us could hold on for much longer.
Hoseok still leisurely sat by us, leaning into the sofa and watching everything unfold half naked, underwear back on but pants still wide open and chest on full display. His eyes were darkened in interest, but he looked proper sated and only enjoying the show as a bystander. I noticed the dark-haired manâs eyes glued to the hand on my neck, eating up the desperate expression on my face and the flush spreading over me whole, like he was filing it all into his memory for a rainy day.
A quick slap to the side of my thigh brought my attention back to the man that was currently railing me into the next week, and he tsked at me with mocking mischievous eyes when he saw me flushing under him in embarrassment.
âPay attention to me princess,â he hissed breathlessly, âyou can ogle Hobi later.â That had his friend chuckling and he shuffled closer, settling in behind me. One of his hands slid softly into my hair only to grab roughly and pull my head back, adding the sting of pain to my already overloaded brain trying to keep up with the periodic tightening and loosening of Yoongiâs hand on my throat and the onslaught of pleasure from his cock. He kept my head in place as he leaned in close and started whispering sweetly into my ears.
All praises, good girl, doing so good, youâre perfect and more, all spilling from his beautiful lips like caramel candy and melting over me, sinking me deeper into staticky molases-like headspace.
âThatâs right, what a good girl,â Yoongi reiterated, mumbling the praises with a heavy tongue, he himself slipping into the cosmic pull of the promised high, âtake what you need, pretty girl, let go.â
And I did.
The build up of the orgasm creeped up on me â there was no monumental wave, no big crash, only slowly rising tide pulling me deeper and deeper without me realising how close I was to getting pulled under.
The constant stimuli of the Yoongiâs hips barrelling into mine, slapping into my clit and filling me so deliciously I wanted to scream and growl, my body wanted to twist under the pleasure but he kept me in place, not giving me any other choice but to lie still and take the endless cycle of lust and ecstasy, his hand squeezing my neck whenever he pleased, letting his presence known and pushing me into the table, forcing me back into the cotton candy hum as my oxygen deprived brain desperately fought to keep up.
I let it all wash over me, fully trying to feel all the sensations at once and getting hit with the flood of good good good oh god yes god yes please until I was screaming under them, body convulsing and cunt clenching on him one last time before I released all. The relief of the orgasm was immense and I went slack almost immediately while my thighs shook around Yoongi, the slick squelch of my pussy intensifying with every helpless pump.
Distantly I realised my own screams and moans while my body shook with the waves and aftershocks, until I went ragdoll on them and nothing but pure satisfaction and contentment flowed through me, mind completely scrambled.
Yoongi released his hold on me, instead hauling my legs over his shoulders and pressing my thighs to his abdomen, hips kicking up in pace. I twitched under him, pussy sore and sensitive but still willing to receive him in all his glory.
I heard the hitches in Yoongiâs breathing, both me and Hoseok watching him from below as he blindly chased after his climax knowing heâs so close it was palpable in the air.
Then a few rough pumps later the man suddenly pulled out, hand tearing the condom away and hurriedly jerking his red angry cock until he was twitching and spilling all over the back of my thighs. I felt his hot cum hit my heated skin and my cunt clenched so hard it was almost painful; at that moment I thanked god it wasnât enough to get me going again, because I didnât think I could handle another round.
Yoongi was still grunting and groaning breathlessly, one hand supporting him on the table while he attempted to catch his breath while Hoseok gently caressed my arms and hair to help me come down from everything.
I was too tired to think about anything, I just wanted to sink into their warmth and let them lull me to comfortable sleep. I let them manhandle me into a better position to be cleaned up, but I grumbled the whole time, already halfway unconscious and annoyed at being jostled from the soft floaty space somewhere above this plane of existence.
To their credit, they both tried their best to move me as slowly as possible, both softly cooing at me and giving out praises easily, but I ended up blinking the tiredness out of my eyes anyway and my brain cleared up. I still ate it all up and played up my grumbling to their great amusement.
Moments later I found myself wrapped in Yoongiâs black oversized hoodie, lying down on a comfortable soft blanket on the carpet with a pillow stuffed between my head and arm, while the men cuddled up to me from both sides. Something thin and cool was thrown over all of us, not exactly a blanket, but enough to give me the feel of not being completely exposed.
âYou should let your friends know youâre okay,â Yoongi whispered, Hoseok sleepily humming from my other side, and before I could complain whinily about not knowing where my phone is, he was pressing it into my clumsy uncoordinated hands. I mumbled my thanks and blinked through the sudden ray of light cutting straight into my eyes. Blindly I clicked on the chat and wrote something half passing as a reassurement.
Petty bitch: mission accomplished sleeping over
With that I was completely dead to the world â all snuggled up into a lightly snoring Hoseok while Yoongiâs hand tenderly caressed up and down my side, not even realising an immediate answer came through.
Pink nightmare: atta girl :*
âJesus fucking christ, I might have as well gotten run over by a truck,â were the first words tumbling out of my lips that morning when Hoseok shook me awake mumbling something about putting my clothes on.
Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, but at least the dark-haired man seemed to be similarly ruffled as he tried to stretch out groaning, face puffy and tired. He still giggled at my words though, and helped me stand up.
I did try to put my clothes on, but none of my limbs were cooperating and I ended up fumbling around like a newborn giraffe until Hoseok took pity on me and pulled my clothes on for me as I steadied myself on his shoulder. He was laughing at me the whole time, to which I replied by smacking him repeatedly while whining that this was all their fault.
As we stumbled back into the club area hand in hand, I finally got a glimpse of the ginger man, who was standing by the bar laughing around with a tired but still happy looking Tae. They seemed to be counting last nightâs profit and the ginger bastard looked completely fine, a total one eighty from the two of us making our way over in snailâs pace.
Tae saw us first and the smirk he gave us was so shit-eating even I was considering slapping it off his face (a sentiment which seemed to be returned by Hoseok whole-heartedly). Yoongiâs laugh joined into the fray, and we just stood there and listened to them be greatly amused by the state of us.
âHoly shit hyung! What the fuck did you do to them?â exclaimed the other barkeep, a small thin guy with a pretty face and cutesy vibe, who was cackling like the devil himself when Hoseok glared at him, one arm still pulled around me like we were leaning on each other to stand (we might have been, honestly I was still pretty much asleep).
âShut it Jimin-ah, I might still decide to keep the bonus to myself,â the man by my side threatened with no real heat behind it, and thus was promptly ignored by all three other occupants of the club while they entertained themselves by snickering at us.
Yoongi slowly walked over, face melting into something a little softer as he took us in, the slightest bit of worry worming onto his face. âYou both okay, right?â he whispered to us, one hand squeezing my arm and other squeezing Hoseokâs. I snickered right back at him, amused by how he was trying to not show his tender side.
âYeah, donât worry, just half asleep on my feet,â I replied loudly, earning some chuckles from the two young guys at the bar, but they did seem quite used to their hyungâs shenanigans.
He lightly squeezed my shoulder before letting go, more serious gaze sent towards his business partner and friend, which had Hoseok sobering up pretty quickly.
âIâm sorry princess, weâd love to have a breakfast, but unfortunately we have a meeting with a potential partner,â Yoongi explained apologetically, and Hoseok groaned next to me, crumbling into my shoulder and loudly fake crying.
âI completely forgot about that,â he whinily complained, arms snaking around my waist like I was his personal emotional support stuffed animal (well, I was stuffed just a few hours prior, sooâŠ), âIâll have to go shower and change home and itâs across the whole city.â Yoongi looked unimpressed and pulled him from my side, the man pouting and blinking at him in an attempt to garner sympathy.
âCome on Seok-ah, Kookieâs here to drive us and my place is closer,â the ginger man murmured, trying to placate him â and it worked. Whoever this Kookie was, Hoseok brightened right up at the mention of him and started happily skipping towards the exit.
There was some booing and disgruntled âyouâre never this happy about seeing me hyung!â screaming from behind the bar, but all fell on deaf ears as Yoongi started pulling me after the man and I barely even managed to shout my goodbyes.
âKookieâll get you home, pretty girl,â he promised with a tender smile, looking so kind and gentle it was almost a whiplash from the predatory smirk and sharp eyes from yesterday. Hoseok was already on the street hanging off of a laughing tattooed man.
His name was Jungkook I learnt, and he was pretty cool and obviously loved both men as his brothers, as the teasing and jokes flew between them the whole ride. Yoongi and Hoseok requested to be dropped off first, so I sat squeezed between them in the backseat while I bickered with Jungkook about the best drama currently running on TV.
Once out of car at the given address, both the men suddenly did seem quite in a hurry, but neither of them left without a hug, a kiss and some naughty words exchanged sneakily while their hands possessively grabbed at me unwilling to part.
âKeep the hoodie, princess,â Yoongi said finally, pulling Seok away and pointing at the clothing I forgot I was still wearing, âYou can return it to me next time.â They both winked at me and with that, they were gone â disappearing into a very nice high-rise building in a posh neighbourhood.
With a bit of shame and still blushing from their displays of affection I told Jungkook my own address and he took me there gladly, even though he was teasing me about his hyungs the whole time.
It was all over too soon â before I knew I was standing in front of my quite average building, waving off Jungkook as he drove off god knows where, feeling quite happy even if a little lonely after spending the night with the two men.
His promise of seeing me again kept me warm though, and I reached in my handbag to pull out my keys â only for a little piece of paper to fall out. I bent over and took a look at it before bursting out laughing.
Min Yoongi +82Â 145-5286-036, Jung Hoseok +82Â 634-1654-220
Those sly bastards.
divider from @saradika-graphics <3
#kpop fic#kpop smut#bts fic#bts smut#bts x reader#yoongi fic#yoongi smut#yoongi x reader#hoseok fic#hoseok smut#hoseok x reader#bts sope#bts poly au
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Hi! how are you? I hope well. I'm super stressed studying for college finals, and your Percy stories help me with all the stress. Do you think you could do, if you want of course, a Percy Jackson x daughter of Zeus? where she is stressed with college and he helps her? something nice and softhave a nice and sunny day!!
â high achiever êŁà§â§âË.



warnings: none! pairing: percy jackson x daughter of zeus a/n: I wrote this kinda quick Iâm sorry I was in a rush trying to finish this and study myself đ
ambition was a strong personality trait consisting with children of zeus. you got this stronglyâ the desire to achieve high academic goals, nearly impossibly goals sometimes. and yes, studying was fun, but studying was additionally stressful. and in these times of stress you were lucky to have your boyfriend sit beside you.
âyouâre gonna overwork yourself, sweet girl.â
âI knowâ I know, but I really need to finish this.â
percy sighs. âdid you realize youâve drank four cups of coffee in the last hour? and youâve chewed half your pencil off?â
âshitââ for a moment you take your eyes off your notebook and look at your desk where two separate mugs sit, completely empty. then you look at your pencil that has tiny teeth marks on it. you frown. âjust give me five more minutes, kay? then Iâm all yours.â
âwhat does five minutes mean to you? another half an hour? because thatâs what you said thirty minutes ago.â
âI know,â gods, why are you going to cry? you werenât the one being ignored so percy could study. âbut I really need to finishâ I canât fail my finals of everything.â
âand I get that, angel,â percy takes a few strands of your messy around his fingers, attempting to calm you down. âbut relaxing is just as important as your studying is. you need an equal balance.â
he gently takes the pencil from your hand and places it down on your notebook, then takes your face between his hands, kissing your forehead lightly.
âjust let me take care of you, alright?â
you want to fight thisâ to tell him no and that you need more studying time. on the other hand, you know heâs not going to give up until heâs got you calmed down from your over-stressed state of mind. you sigh and nod your head obediently. percy smiles and pecks your forehead again, beginning to close your books shut. he takes them all between his arms and walks to your desk, placing them into a neat pile atop it.
he walks back over to your bed where you sit, outstretching his hand and ushering you to take it. which you doâ because who would you be to say no? he drags you to your dresser, picking out comfortable clothes for you to sleep in (which consist of a pair of shorts and one of his shirts you had stole).
âyou know⊠I can do this myself, perce.â
âI know,â he smiles, beginning to discard of your day clothes and exchange them for the new ones. âbut I like to help.â
again, you canât find it in yourself to fight him. you let him place on your new clothes and then drag you back to your bed. he instructs you to lay down as he walks to your desk and blows out your candle (this is one of the only times youâve seen him so responsible) and shutting off your lamp before at last re-joining you on your bed.
âcâmere, sweet girl.â he beckons you into his arms. without a second thought you allow yourself to be wrapped around him, and his hand rubbing comfortably over your back. âgo to sleep, Iâll be here when you wake up.â
âare you sure?â
âyou know what? now that you say it, Iâm not too sureâŠâ
you perk your head up from his neck skeptically, squinting your eyes at him. he only gives you a boyish smirk in return.
âsaw this nightclub down the street, might head there for a while. yâknow, get drunk, hook up with a few girlsâŠâ
âshut up,â you laugh. he makes a zipper motion over his mouth, throwing the invisible key somewhere in your room. âyouâre an idiot.â
âI like to think that Iâm your idiot.â
âproving my point⊠what happened to your zipper? did it break?â
âguess so. but only so I could do this,â he pecks your lips. âand so I can scold you about sleeping.â
âmy eyes are closed, kay?â you return your head to his neck with closed eyes.
âgreat, now try shutting off that brain of yours.â he taps the top of your head twice. like magic, you feel a sudden drowsiness wash over you. in response to his asking, you hum quietly.
ââs off.â
ânow zip your lips and sleep.â
âkiss âem first. please?â
he doesnât say no to that, happily giving you what you ask for. and you hold up your end of the deal too.
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ok i really really really enjoyed watching the first two episodes and i think the show is already so faithful to the books in ways the movies wished they were BUT iâm gonna be a bitch just because i can and rant about a few insignificant but at the same time very important Things the writers didnât Understand:
percy is angry.
and i know this is seen with his anger towards poseidon in the show, but iâm talking angry. as in, generally speaking. when heâs with grover and theyâre talking about nancy, percy says something along the lines of âwe should fight back,â and groverâs like ânoooo we canât stand up to bullies.â and then percy stands up to her and blah blah blahâŠbut in the books percyâs first line is âiâm going to kill herâ after she throws a sandwich at grover. grover talks him out of it because heâs already on probation.
with just this scene we know percy stands up to bullies, and thatâs partly why he has so much trouble at school! in the show, he stands up to nancy, apparently for the first time, and gets kicked out because of it! sorry but as someone who worked in a school, i know for a fact that kids can get away with so much more before theyâre actually kicked out lol. it wouldâve made sense, like in tlt, that heâs already at risk of suspension so him âpushingâ nancy is the final straw. itâs just very weird, considering it could be only a line of dialogue that makes percyâs anger and the connection between his outburst and him getting kicked out more clear.
consequently, percy arrives at his appartment and gabe is just a general (still admittedly abusive) jerk instead of a drunk, violent (also abusive) man. when we meet gabe, it makes a lot of sense why percy has so much trouble with his anger. itâs easy to see that connection. literal child + alcoholic abusive father figure = thereâs bound to be some troubleâŠ.thatâs not really the case in the show, especially in the way that sally easily stands up to him. people have said a fair bit about this topic already, so iâm not gonna expand on that, but i really wish the writers had focused more on percyâs internal anger, as itâs such an important part of his character and affects the way he reacts to things throughout the books; it just worries me that in the first episode it wasnât as established. i. e. he hates dionysus on sight because he reminds him of smelly gabe, he hates the godsâis angry at poseidonâbecause, where was he when my mom and i were suffering at the hands of smelly gabe? ok iâm not gonna talk about more of this or of sally because other people have said it and i could write a four page essay of what the show got wrong plus i want to talk abt other things before this gets too long:
the monster scenes.
the mrs. dodds being a fury reveal felt soooâŠweird? even the movie version did it better lol. it felt super rushed and strange how percyâs just standing there and the next heâs on the ground, but he had riptide with him so he just impaled her and then she turned to dust??? in the books, not only does she get percy alone, but grover tries to stand up to herâwhich is a big deal since he knows what she truly is and shows how much he cares for percy in that moment. percy has time to be genuinely terrified bc heâs alone with a literal monster and heâs about to dieâŠand chiron throws him riptide just in time, but then he too vanishes so percyâs left wondering if he imagined everything. but no, in the show mrs. dodds comes out of nowhere and attacks him, and itâs so fast that percy doesnât have time to dwell on wtf happened. the situation doesnât seem as serious as it does in the book; in the book she tries to interrogate percy bc she thinks heâs the lightning thief, and when she doesnât get her answer, she attacks him. this is another thing: the stakes. they donât feel as high in the show because thereâs no annabeth trying to ask percy what was stolen, no hellhound, no fates cutting a string, and no alecto/mrs. dodds interrogation. thereâs not much of a lead up to the quest, really.
theeen the minotaur scene, which also feels super weirdly paced and thereâs just not that same sense of urgency. again, other people have talked about this, so iâll just stick to another main concern of mine: groverâs role in the scene. it was so strange how in the book heâs semi unconscious and in the show heâs fine (so fine that sally does something completely out of character and makes grover swear to keep percy safe? she would never put that much pressure in a child???) ok so he seems fine in the show, but then when theyâre running percyâs holding him as if he canât walk???? theyâre not even fully sprinting, given that a monster is chasing them lol. (the problem with the stakes; i mean with the way they run and have an entire talk with sally makes it feel like theyâre not in any real danger).
back to grover: he was perfectly fine, and he got percy back safe. not at all like in tlt, where percy has to practically carry him back, after loosing his mom and killing the minotaur. THEN percy passes out and later wakes up at the big house. this is important, bc groverâs entire THING is being percyâs protector, and he couldnât do that properly bc he was indisposed. he felt awful. of course he did. his character arc is overcoming the guilt and insecuritiesâthat heâs not a proper protector and therefore canât search for pan; his main character motivationâby successfully completing the quest and helping percy retrieve the master bolt.
these are just little seeds that needed to be planted in the first two episodes of the showâŠso that the rest of the show feels cohesive and makes sense with what happens in tlt. if these character traits and scenes are looked over and not given proper importance/not replaced with something similar, then the show will have a different tone than it does to the books. i donât think itâs necessarily bad, but it is disappointing that the details sprinkled in the source material are lost in translation. they may have seemed insignificant to the writers, but not to meeee!!!!!!
#pjo adaptation#percy jackson#grover underwood#they shouldâve hired a couple of insane pjo girlies to read and revise the script. just saying!!!!
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teen gojo, who has a massive crush on reader!
pure fluff ahead
âletâs goooo guys, what is taking so long!?â gojo was annoying his two best friends again, deeply insisting in going to the coffee shop down the street.
âwhy are you in such a hurry, the coffee shop closes at 9PM, itâs currently 4:36PM!â geto was sick and tired of gojo whining.
âyeah satoru? why are you so eager to visit this coffee shop mhm? i heard itâs not even that good.â shoko knew why. she knew exactly who the reason was.
it was you.
gojo wanted to see you, even if it meant sitting in the coffee shop just to take a few glances here and there. you always spent your free time studying or simply hanging out with your best friend in this coffee shop, it was your favorite place.
shoko and geto had give this situation a thought, and were dedicated to help gojo, without him knowing.
they left their lecture hall, and began walking to the coffee shop.
as soon as they come in, gojoâs head scans the entire room in order to find you.
there you were. definitely not a coincidence.
gojo tries to hide his grin, and looks at the counter, to figure out what he was going to eat. he needed his friends to think that he was actually here for the solo purpose of trying their delicious deserts.
as soon as the three best friends order, they try to find an available table to eat.
luck was on gojoâs side, since the only two tables available were only a few meters from yours.
as soon as the three of them settle down, shoko gives geto a mysterious look, and he nods.
âhey satoru, isnât that y/n? the girl that went to the same high school as you? and she goes to our college right? different major??â shoko said in teasing manner, making gojo blush hard.
âyeah satoru, you should definitely go say hi.â geto added making gojoâs forehead sweat.
âno um she looks busy.â gojo tried not to stutter.
âthatâs so rude! what if she already saw you walking in, thatâs not how your mom raised you!â shoko said.
âoh shut up, yesterday you asked me and geto to hide you cause you saw a guy you used to be friends with!â gojo bit back.
âit doesnât matter satoru. you should say hi, iâm pretty sure she saw us walking in.â of course geto was going to knock some sense into gojoâs head. shoko nods agreeing with geto.
âalright! iâll go say hi, you guys are annoying.â gojo got up angrily, but throughout each step his body softened. he was didnât want to seem unpleasant or angry in front of you.
âŠ
it has been half a year since you guys had talked. seeing each other for the last time at prom.
you were a friend of utahimeâs, who was also a friend of gojo. however, utahime probably wouldnât agree. gojoâs parents and utahimeâs parents had been friends for a long time, which forced them to create a friendship. their relationship was weird, consisting in gojo annoying utahime while she rolled her eyes in return.
you guys chatted a few times, always interrupted by utahime begging gojo to leave them alone.
during prom, utahime had more patience for gojo, since she was busy talking and taking glances at shoko, who was there as gojoâs plus one. one hour in, and those two where no where to be seen.
this opened the opportunity for gojo to getting to know you better, without utahime getting in way.
you guys spent the rest of the prom night on the schoolâs football field, talking about random topics, such as your mutual love for deserts.
your conversation was interrupted, when shoko called gojo, announcing that utahime was super drunk. of course, as her plus one and best friend, you and gojo quickly went to her rescue.
gojoâs opportunity to ask you number was ruined with your quick departure.
and of course, whenever gojo asked utahime for your number, she always said no.
âŠ
ây/n? heyo!â gojo mentally slapped himself. who says heyo?
you giggled.
his heart felt warm.
âoh my god! satoru!â you got up from your chair and opened your arms, initiating a hug. gojo was not ready for this.
you wrapped your arms on his back, arms going underneath his arms. he quickly hugs back, placing his hands innocently in your middle back.
you smelled so good. his legs felt weak. he never wanted this hug to end, his body almost gave up, almost dropping his head in the crook of your neck.
you are the first one to let go of the hug. the cold breeze that passed through your bodies woke gojo back to reality. making him pull himself together.
âhow have you been?â he asks, hoping you didnât notice his nervous tone.
âiâm good! i havenât seen you around! utahime told me we were attending the same college, and i was so excited to see you!!â you said. gojoâs stomach was doing cartwheels at this point, and his palms were sweaty.
âi have seen you around sometimes, but you always look pretty busy! but today i really wanted to say hi to you. havenât talked to you in a while and i missed youâ gojoâs confidence was slowly coming back, making you the nervous one.
âwell iâm glad you came to say hi! do you wanna sit or are you here with someone else??â you invited.
âiâm here with you geto and utahime, wanna join us?â gojo asks. he wanted to spend more time with you, but he wasnât going to leave geto and shoko by themselves, after begging them to come with him.
âitâs okay then!! i think iâll stay here and continue studying!â you say.
âhow about we hang out soon? then we can both talk more. it can even be at this cafeâ gojo already took the first step of getting the courage to talk to you, he was definitely not gonna waste this opportunity to ask you out. as friends ;)
âyeah that sounds nice!â you replied.
win win
âokay okay, can you give me your number, so we can text details?â gojo confidently asked.
âyeah of courseâ you said smiling.
you grab a small piece of paper and write you number on it, signing y/n and a small heart. you gave the paper to gojo, whose heart warms after the cute touch.
âiâll text you when I get home! bye y/n, stay safe! and donât study too much!â he said, making you both laughed at his concerned self.
âbye satoru, you too!â - there it was, the sweet way his name came out your mouth.
gojo smiles and goes back to geto and utahime, mentally congratulating himself.
his smile was big. gojoâs heart truly felt warm.
geto and shoko watch him, as he sits back down on his seat.
âsoooo?â shoko asks.
âi got her numberâ gojo says confidently.
âso you do like her! it was so obvious anywayâ geto teases him.
âshush, letâs eat, i need to hurry up home so i can have an excuse to text her.â gojo said, before taking a huge bite of the chocolate muffin he order.
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DO YOU GUYS WANT MORE?!?!?!?! LIKE A MINI SIRIES
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Secrets of Spring
Summary: Studying is hard. Especially when your study buddy won't stop talking about Bucky Barnes.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
college au | athlete bucky
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â-and then I was like âoh my god Bucky, you are like, so funnyâ and then he was like-â
You sighed loudly as Kayla continued blabbing, hoping your study partner would get the hint and stop reiterating her 3-second-long interaction with James Buchanan Barnes, the schoolâs star quarterback and flirt.
âAnd then my friend Riya was like âoh my god Kay Kay, heâs literally flirting with you-â
âThatâs great, Kayla, but could we back to the flashcards by any chance-â
âHeâs just so goddamn hot!â She squealed as she brandished the stack of notecards around in the air, earning glares directed at both of you from a couple other studious students occupying the libraryâs tables.
You sunk down in your seat, pretending not to know the lululemon-clad girl in front of you who was basically buzzing with excitement. Of course, studying with Kayla would not have been your first choice, and you definitely werenât her top pick either, but you two were each othersâ only hope, considering the fact that the rest of the kids in your anatomy class were always either high, drunk, or both.
âIt should be illegal to look that good,â she said as she looked off into the distance with glassy eyes and fanned herself. Her eyes lit up as she turned her eyes back to you and straightened up in her seat. âAnd guess what?â
You didnât have time to guess before Kayla continued rambling on.
âMy friend, Lynn, saw him at the gym shirtless the other day and took a picture,â She gushed as she pulled out her phone. âWait, lemme show you. He looked so sweaty and delicious.â
You grimaced, reaching over to turn her phone off in the middle of her search. âIâm good, thanks.â
âYour loss.â Kayla snapped her gum obnoxiously before her eyes lit up again. âOh, and guess what?â
You just grumbled in response.
âSo you know how my friendâs brother is on the football team with Bucky, right?â
You had no idea who this friend was, much less who her brother was, but you nodded along with Kayla as you felt the headache creeping in.
âShe told me that when he came over to her house during spring break to hang out with her brother, he snuck into her room and they both spent the entire night together.â Kaylaâs eyes sparkled with a mix of envy and excitement. âIn the room right next to her parents.âÂ
You couldnât stop the words that vomited from your mouth. âBucky was at his parentsâ house up in Brooklyn with Steve for the entirety of the break, Kayla.â
âOh.â Kaylaâs eyebrows furrowed, and you were glad she was more focused on the discrepancy in her friendâs story rather than your sudden burst of knowledge.
âSorry,â you cleared your throat awkwardly. âI think your friend lied to you.â
âDonât be sorry,â Kayla waved her hand with a blinding smile. âThis is a good thing!â
You arched an eyebrow at her.
âI wonât be breaking girl code by dating Bucky now, since my friend never actually had anything with him!âÂ
âOh . . . okay?â Not like that wouldâve stopped you anyways.
Her phone pinged, and she looked at it with a smile, standing up to collect her stuff (which was just her Starbucks drink and a singular highlighter). âAlright, I gotta head back to my apartment and get ready for my date tonight.â
âOh?â Surely it couldnât be with Bucky. Right?
"Wow, a date?" you replied, trying to sound nonchalant even as your curiosity piqued. "With who?"
Kayla grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "With this guy I met at the gym last week. He's super cute and really into fitness, just like me!"
That was exactly what you were expecting her to say, but a weight was lifted off of your shoulders anyways.
âHave fun.â You smiled in relief.
âThanks, babes.â She blew you a kiss. âThis study sesh was so great. I learned a ton.â
As she sashayed away, you decided not to bring up the fact that she got through a grand total of exactly three flashcards.
With the shake of your head, you gathered your own belongings and headed out the library as quietly as possible, almost as if you were trying to compensate for the ruckus that Kayla had left behind.
As the cool spring wind breezed through your hair and birds chirped in the cherry blossom trees above you, your phone vibrated continuously in your pocket.
You struggled as you fished out the phone, mentally cursing out all the textbooks you decided to checkout. However, the slight frown on your face was replaced with a grin pulling at the corner of your lips as you brought your phone to your ear.
âHey, baby.â The familiar low of his voice brought a chill up your spine. And it wasnât from the wind.
âWhat do you want, Barnes.â You were certain he could hear the goofy smile on your face.
âAw, you sound congested, doll.â He coddled you through the phone as you rolled your eyes. âAre you sick? Allergies?â
âIâm sick of hearing about you all day.â You emphasized with a smirk, after taking a moment to genuinely sneeze. Damn pollen.
âWell, can you really blame âem for talking about the most charming guy in town?â He laughed on his end of the line.
âYeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Barnes.â
âWhat was dear Kayla telling you this time?â
âJust the usual. Something about you being shirtless and glistening in sweat at the gym.â
âDamn. I should start charging her for all the conversation material sheâs getting out of me.â
You snorted, but little vines of jealousy stretched around your heart. âYou should run your own little side hustle. Youâd make thousands.â
âI like the sound of that. Maybe Iâll throw in some autographed headshots as well.â
âI can already picture the line of people stretched around the block.â
Bucky chuckled on the other end of the line, his laughter warm. "Hey, I'll have you know, I've got quite the fan club," he teased, his voice playful.
You couldn't help but smile, despite yourself. "Yeah, well, they clearly don't know how insufferable you are," you replied, your tone teasing.
There was a brief pause before Bucky spoke again, his tone turning more serious. "Hey, I miss you," he confessed softly, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice.
His words tugged at your heartstring. âI miss you too, Buck.â
He seemed to immediately notice the softening of your voice. âYou got anywhere to be tonight? Iâll come by later with some pizza.â
âWhat-â You almost tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. âBarnes, are you crazy?â
âWhat?â You could imagine his innocent expression through the phone. âAm I not allowed to visit my girlfriend?â
Bucky visiting you wasnât the problem. The problem was that you lived right between Faith Robinson and McKenzie Gonzalez, the biggest gossipers on campus, not to mention the nosiest neighbors. When one of them would inevitably see Bucky strut down the hall to your door in his tight henley with a box of pizza, the whole student body would hear the news before you could even open the door and let him in.
And having the entire school know about your relationship was the exact opposite of what Bucky wanted.
Right?
âDonât be a smartass. You know exactly who I live by.â
âI donât give a damn about who sees us anymore, baby. I just need to see you.â
You took a moment to process his words. You could imagine him holding his breath on his end of the line. âOh.â
Really? The moment youâve been secretly hoping for is here, and all you can say is âohâ?
ââOhâ in a bad way or âohâ in a good way?â Bucky chuckled nervously.
The vines turned into butterflies and fluttered in your chest as you giggled. ââOhâ in a . . . surprised way, I guess,â you replied finally. âYes. Yes, I would love for you to come over.â
Bucky breathed out into a cheeky grin. âOkay.â
âOkay.â
Neither of you were good with words, but you didnât need them. You understood each other perfectly.
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This Must Be The Place: Chapter 6 - Nothing's wrong
Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader
Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.
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Warnings: Nothing specific, I donât think? Bucky still being a dick. But what else is new?
I think you guys are going to find this satisfying hehehehe.
You marched back to the bar with your head held high, refusing to allow yourself to look over at Amber and Bucky and tie yourself up in knots any longer. You checked the time on your phone and placed it on the bar shelf behind you, almost closing. Youâd finish up, then when you got home youâd think about if you really want to stay in this job.
âGonna do last call, Tom, then Iâll cash out and if you could start cleaning upâ.
âGot it, bossâ he replied happily.
You smiled back. You absolutely werenât his boss, but he was sweet.
You rang the bell for last call and announced it loudly to the bar. A few of the plant guys came rushing over to order their last beers. Tom handled that while you served a couple of other dawdlers.
A tall man in a baseball cap appeared suddenly, grinning as he brandished a $20 bill.
âFor you,â he said softly. âFor putting up with our annoying, drunk asses all nightâ.
You chuckled, accepting the tip as you looked at him properly. Youâd seen him earlier with the other plant guys but not really paid much attention as your focus was on the obscene number of drinks his friends kept ordering.
He wasâŠkinda cute. A scruff of almost reddish-brown hair under his cap. Big green eyes. A dusting of stubble across his chin and jaw. Not quite as big as Bucky, but broad and sturdy.
âAh well thank-you so much...you guys kept me busyâŠand I got a bunch of tips, so I guess I canât complain,â you told him cheerily as you folded the bill and put it in your pocket. âPlus, youâve all been well behaved, despite how much youâve knocked backâ.
âWellâŠthis bar has the most bouncers weâve ever seen,â he joked, thumbing the air in the direction of the MC.
You laughed. âTrueâŠthat does make my job a little easierâ.
âIâm sure being super cute helps too,â he grinned as he leaned in. Then his face immediately crumpled. âOhâŠmy god. Iâm sorry. So, so lame. It sounded so smooth in my headâŠâ
You giggled shyly, charmed by his embarrassment. âNoâŠno it was sweet. ThanksâŠâ
You felt yourself blushing a little, heat rushing to your cheeks as you were caught off guard by this interaction. Your previous anger melting away. You felt lighter suddenly.
âIâm Peter. Peter Quill. Heyâ.
You beamed back and offered your own name as you shook the hand heâd extended to you.
You both looked at one another for a moment, your smile stretching as you allowed yourself to bathe in his attention.
âItâs last call man, you orderinâ?â came a surly voice from behind Peter.
Bucky suddenly had appeared at the bar, his eyes flitting between you both.
âUhâŠno, Iâm good for tonight, thanks. Was just tipping your very helpful bartender before I head outâ.
You smiled back at him, ignoring the heat of Buckyâs gaze on you.
âYesâŠthank-you. Very much appreciated, Peter,â you responded.
You both turned to look at Bucky who seems to blanch as you use Peterâs name, but he makes no effort to move. He lookedâŠpissed off? Riled up? His fists were clenched at his sides, his mouth a thin straight line. You werenât sure why he was suddenly hanging around here like a bad smell, especially as he had been indisposed all evening.
WaitâŠis BuckyâŠ?
Peter looked back at you, then awkwardly at Bucky, then back to you again. âCould IâŠuhâŠâ
Realisation hit you like a freight train.
Oh god. He isâŠ
âŠHeâs jealous.
Bucky is jealous.
Peter looked at Bucky once more who remained still, watching Peter carefully. Peter seemed to accept that he had an awkward audience of one and looked back at you again before clearing his throat.
âMaybeâŠuhâŠI could get your number and we couldâŠyâknowâŠgo out some time?â
Your face lit up and you ignored the almost imperceptible sound of the puff of air Bucky huffed out of his noise.
 âUhâŠsure. Greatâ.
You grabbed a napkin from the holder on the bar and a pen from your pocket and scribbled down your number, practically nauseous with the dual feeling of getting a date with a cute guy and Bucky bearing witness to it. You smiled at Peter as you pushed the napkin across the bar with your fingers.
He picked it up like it was a precious artefact, holding it close to his face as he inspected it.
âWowâŠright amount of numbers and everything,â he joked.
You giggled back bashfully. âYepâŠI promise itâs real and not the number of a pizza place or somethingâŠâ
âHonestly? Iâd be impressed you had the the number for the pizza place memorised even if it did mean I was rejectedâŠâ
You both laughed and he carefully folded up the napkin and put it in his pocket. At the same time, a bunch of his group had started to down the dregs of their drinks and drift towards the exit. One nudged him on the arm as he passed, mumbling something about âRocketâ being designated driver. Whatever the hell that means.
âWellâŠbetter get going. Iâll uhâŠsee yaâ he smiled.
You nodded and smiled in return as he turned and headed out. Once heâd left, you kept your eyes down and picked up a washcloth, rhythmically dabbing at the sticky drink residue on the bar surface. You could feel Bucky still looming over you, but he hadnât said anything. You sprayed some cleaning fluid and continued.
âYouâre still on the clock you know,â he muttered.
âOh...Am I not working right now?â you asked ingenuously as you kept your eyes down on your busywork. You knew your tone was pushing it, but frankly, so was he.
âYou are nowâŠbut you werenâtâŠthenâ.
The emphasis on âthenâ was loaded and it was clear what 'then' exactly he was referring to.
âWellâŠIâm sorry you lost those three minutes,â you answered sharply, turning to look at him. You narrowed your eyes at his stoic frown. âHow about I stay an extra three minutes after my shiftâŠand we call it even?â
He glared back at you, knowing he didnât have a leg to stand on and so was unable to say anything back. He'd never been strict about you chatting to customers or taking short breaks before, so he couldn't suddenly start now.
âI need to speak to you anyway,â you continued calmly as you resumed your cleaning. âAbout this jobâ.
You looked back up at him and swore you saw a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was gone so fast you couldnât be sure.
Suddenly Amber bounded up to the bar, oblivious to the strange tension between the two of you. You suppressed an eye roll and went back to your washcloth.
âBuckyâŠthe girls have asked if thereâs an after party tonight?â she asked coyly, draping herself over him like a scarf.
Your phone vibrated loudly on the bar shelf behind you, causing both you and Bucky to glance over at it. He couldnât fully see from his vantage point, but you watched as Wandaâs name flashed up on the screen. She was texting you, not a super keen Peter on his way home.
But Bucky didnât know thatâŠ
âDonât worry, boss,â you told him sweetly. âI wonât pick that up until Iâm off the clockâ.
His nose wrinkled and for a split second he looked like a wounded puppy. If he wasnât such an asshole you might have felt sorry for him.
âJames?â Amber whined. âParty?â
You looked at him incredulously, an eyebrow cocked. His real name was James?!
He was the least Jamesy James youâd ever met.
âNope, not tonightâ he sternly replied to her, but his eyes stayed on you.
âTell Sam you need a ride, Ambs. I gotta do some work stuffâ.
And with that, he stormed off to the back office.
Amber pouted as she watched him go, then looked back at you. âWhatâs up with him?â
You shrugged. âBeats meâ.
She sighed and flopped down onto a bar stool, then began rifling through the napkins and straws, causing a small pile of them to spill out onto the bar. Great, thanks Amber. You hadnât just refilled those or anything.
âHe talks about you, you knowâ she told you softly as she looked down at an errant straw, perfectly manicured fingers wrapping around it.
You nearly spluttered laughing in shock. âMe?â you asked her.
Never in a million years did you expect her to say that.
âMmmâŠâ she purred as she put the straw in her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully. Ugh, she really was pretty.
âLike he says youâre good at your job and stuff. But also that youâre funny. And smart. And stuff like thatâ.
You tilted your head as you looked at her, the wind taken out of your sails from the sheer shock of what she was telling you.
âHuhâŠâ you responded as you try to downplay your sudden interest. âWellâŠthatâs nice of him, I guessâ.
âYaâŠâ she nodded.
âAmberâŠ?â you asked.
She looked up at you and smiled.
âIs he really called James?â
She giggled. âYa. Heâs like...James Buchanan. Buchanan is his middle name. So, they all call him Bucky. He only lets certain people call him James. Special privilegesâ.
âI see,â you nodded. âLike you, huh?â
She sighed, pouting sadly. âMmmâŠbutâŠI dunno how âspecialâ I really am these daysâ.
Before you could ask what she meant, she changed the subject suddenly.
âSaw you talking to that guy from the plant. He was cuteâ. She grinned at you.
You found yourself laughing at the sudden tone shift and the excited glee on her face. Maybe she wasnât so bad.
âYeahâŠhe is,â you nodded. âI havenât really been on the dating scene for a while though. Not sure if I remember howâŠâ
You werenât sure why you told her thatâŠ
She just giggled. âOhâŠshut up. Look at you. Youâre a total hottie. Youâll be greatâ.
You felt your cheeks flush, but before you could say anything else she stood up from the bar stool and called out across the bar.
âSaaaammy. I need a ride!â
âI got you, baby girl!â he called back.
She grinned at you as she sauntered off. âWellâŠgood luck with cute guyâ.
You watched her go, slightly shell shocked by the whole exchange.
Huh. That wasâŠa lot.
*
Steve told you heâd lock up so after cleaning up and cashing out, you bid Tom and the MC farewell and headed out to the parking lot. You hadnât seen BuckyâŠJamesâŠsince his dramatic exit. But you couldnât help but mull over what Amber had told you. What did she mean, âhe talks about youâ? What does he say exactly? How does he say it? What did she mean when she said she didnât feel special these days? Did she know about your kiss?
And Bucky was clearly jealous of Peter, right? He wasnât subtle about it. But he had ignored you all evening until that happened. Maybe it was just territorial bullshit rather than anything deeper.
Speaking of PeterâŠwhy were you even thinking about Bucky? You now had this sweet, funny guy on the cards who was upfront about his interest in youâŠunlike Bucky.
âŠSo why couldnât you just focus on him?
You sighed. You shouldnât be getting involved with any man right now. It all had an expiration date anyway. You were here to sort the house and that was that. Granny would tease you for allowing yourself to get distracted, just like always.
As you approached your car, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you realised there was a dark figure leaning against the bonnet.
âBucky! Jesus fuckinâ ChristâŠâ you scolded as you placed a hand on your chest. âYou scared the shit out of meâ.
He stopped leaning, standing back up to his full height.
âWe need to talk, Sugarâ he said bluntly.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#james bucky barnes#this must be the place fic#biker!bucky#motorcycle club au bucky
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just count your stars iâm home again
izzy calls you after an argument.
warnings: i donât think there is any? drunkenness? being high?
a/n: this took forever cuz my phone has been glitching super bad recently (this is why the banner is low quality). also while i was writing this it was called âizzy stradlin is adam levine confirmed?â

it was late. the sun had set hours ago, casting los angeles in a deep black shadow with the city lights peeking through the darkness. the tv was on, and you flicked through every channel in search of something to take your mind off things. but it didnât work. in fact, it made things worse, as you turned on MTV and were met with the âpatienceâ music video staring you in the face. you went to change the channel, but before you could, izzy showed up on screen. his gentle strumming of the guitar made you have to look away. you loved him, but he worried you so much.
you went on to the next channel, a shitty auctioneerâs show they only played in the late hours of the night. âthisâll have to do.â you said out loud, knowing there was no around to hear you. a bottle of jack stood on the kitchen counter. you hadnât touched it since izzy had left, the image of him taking a swig right before he left burned into your memory. you tossed the idea of having some about in your head, but decided against it. who knows how heâd react?
hours passed, and izzy still hadnât came home. you were about to give up hope for the night and go to bed when the phone rang. oh god. whatâs happened this time? is izzy in trouble? did he caught with his drugs? has he been arrested? the questions ran through your mind a mile a minute. you practically jumped at the phone, scared to know what awaited you on the other end of the line.
âhey baby.â that low voice you loved so much greeted you.
âizzy? what the fuck? where the fuck have you been?â you interrogated him, a mix of anger and relief coursing inside you.
âjeez, you seem scared,â he laughed. âiâve just been with the guys. writing and shit.â
âand getting high, iâm guessing?â you retorted. did he not care that heâd left you alone for two days, with no word of where heâd gone to?
âiâve missed you baby.â
âseriously? you left me on my own for two days. i had no clue where you are. i still donât!â
âiâm⊠at the whisky right now.â
of course he was.
âare you drunk?â
âdoes it matter..?â
you scoffed. that was all the confirmation you needed.
âi bet youâre high too, arenât you?â
âlook, babe, iâm sorry.â
âi donât care if youâre sorry. that doesnât change the fact you fucking walked out on me!â you snapped. you were relived to know he was okay, but god were you pissed off. there was no sincerity in his voice.
the line was silent for a moment. you waited.
âcan you pick me up?â
ânone of the guys can drive you home?â
âtheyâre all too drunk.â
âright,â you sighed. âbe there soon.â
you got into your car and started driving to the Whisky A Go Go. It wasnât very far away, but it felt like an eternity. you pulled up close by and saw izzy sitting by the payphone he had called you from, back pressed up against its stand. you sighed.
you got out of the car and walked up towards him. stopping just a bit in front of him, you said âcmon. get up.â
izzy looked up, staring at you with glassy eyes. clearly, he was too drunk and high to notice you before you started talking.
âhuh?â
âi said get up. iâm taking you home.â
âoh⊠ok.â
that was all it took. izzy got up, albeit with difficulty, and walked over beside you to the car. he stumbled into the passenger seat and gave you a smile when you got in. despite his inebriated state, he was happy to see you. he always was.
as you drove home, he sobered up. and as he sipped on the week old bottle water that had been rattling away in the floor of the passenger seat, izzy realised what a complete dick heâd been. regret crept in quickly. he turned to look at you. through your peripheral vision, you saw him. izzy took a final sip of the water, and cleared his throat.
"hey, uhâŠâ
you kept your eyes focused on the road. "what is it?â
"iâve been an asshole. iâm really sorry.â izzy spoke. he actually seemed apologetic this time.
all you managed to say was "oh.â
"i feel really bad. itâs just- after our argument i was pissed off. and i know i coulda handled it better. sorry.â
you looked at him quickly. he seemed genuine, regret etched on his face. "itâs ok.â
"so you forgive me?â
"i do. just donât try that shit again.â
"wanna go get takeout?â
"are you paying?â
"of course.â
#ignore the ending i lowk hate it but i did not know how to end this at all#my writingg đ#izzy stradlin#gnr#guns n roses#ignore the spacing too i canât get it to work
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JJ Maybank Dating HCS // SFW + NSFW
A/N: Hey guys!! This is just a collection of my thoughts on what I think dating JJ would be like! Sorry if any are a little too cheesy. I can make a part two if you guys want, and maybe a Rafe version upon request. Anyways hope y'all enjoy! Love u guys! âĄâË
SFW
Literally the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for, he has a temper but would never ever hurt you.
You are literally his everything, like when I tell you this man worships you. No matter what he is doing, if you need him he will be there.
One time he was hanging out with Pope and John B, and you called him crying. There wasn't a car nearby and he didn't want to waste time looking for one, so he no joke ran to your house. It wasn't far, but it was far enough for him to nearly collapse at your doorstep when he arrived.
"JJ, are you alright?"
"Mhm- now that m' with you baby."
I feel like whenever y'all are going out he would act all silly and say something like "Your carriage awaits m'lady" in a fake British accent when he picks you up. Then he'd kiss your hand and open the car door for you.
I think his love language is either physical touch or gift giving.
He's definitely a PDA person, like he's always got his arm around you when you're with your friends.
Sometimes he takes it a little overboard and Kie tells his that the two of you are disgusting.
"JJ stop stop." You giggled as JJ peppered kisses down your neck in front of the bonfire.
"Oh my God, just get a room already." Kie snapped.
"Oh shut up you're just jealous!" JJ says.
JJ knows he doesn't always have money to buy you things but that doesn't stop him from still giving you the most thoughtful gifts.
Once he found a patch of wild flowers, picked as many as he could hold in his hands, tied a ribbon around them, and gave them to you.
You of course loved them, and gave him the biggest hug.
SPEAKING OF HUGS!!!! JJ is totally the type to sneak up behind you and attack you with a hug.
This happens so often that you would think you'd learn to see it coming, but somehow he always manages to surprise you.
You squeal as JJ aggressively wraps his arms around your waist, smothering your face in kisses.
He's also the WORST about picking you up and throwing you in the water.
"JJ it's cold!!" you squealed in protest as he threw you over his shoulder.
"Oh well that's too bad!!" JJ cackled as he threw you off the pier into the icy water.
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HIS RINGS. This is probably weird but I don't think JJ takes his rings off when he fingers you. And I know DAMN WELL that cold metal feels so good.
I am a firm believer that JJ is a little munch. He loves loves loves to eat you out, especially when he's high. He's surprisingly good at it too, and definitely gets pussy drunk.
I just know that JJ could be super submissive at times, especially when he's had a long day.
When he comes home after a stressful day he wants nothing more than for you to relieve that stress.
"I need you right now baby, can you please take care of me." JJ whines. tugging at your clothes.
"Whatever you want, my pretty boy." You say, climbing on top of him.
I feel like JJ has a thing for doing it outside. Like whether it's on the beach, on his boat, or just straight up in the ocean.
You two cannot go to the beach alone at night without it ending with your clothes discarded off to the side.
#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#outer banks#obx x reader#obx imagine#obx fic#obx#jj maybank imagine#jj obx#outer banks x reader#outer banks fanfiction#obx fanfiction#obx smut#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank x you#jj maybank prompt#outer banks smut#obx x y/n#obx x you#outer banks x y/n#outer banks x you#rudy pankow#outer banks fic#outer banks fluff#obx fluff#obx fandom#jj maybank fic#jj maybank fanfiction
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drunk and crushing (Miguel OâHara x reader) (part 1)
đžïž Entangled series đžïž ch. 2 prev part
Warnings - alcohol, house party, sexual referencesÂ
Summary: After your physics midterm, a group of classmates invite you and your friend, Miguel, to âa small partyâ theyâd be throwing late at night. You both get drunk, and Miguel is especially protective and flirty with you; your feelings and crushes on each other are revealed as the night goes on.
FYI: Some words will be bunched together but thatâs just me representing slurred drunken words. ALSO this will be in parts so get ready to be fucking edged. Sorry >:D I hope you enjoy <;3Â
I imagine this playing in the background of this part's party scenes so I HIGHLY recommend listening to this with headphones on while reading:
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We walked out of class together, side by side. âSooo, I mean, Iâll only go if you go,â he said, nudging my shoulder, smirking with that annoyingly perfect, pearly smile. âHmmm, âa small party,â she said, I donât know, I donât believe that⊠I hate large gatherings and⊠I donât know half of the people thatâll be there,â I muttered, my eyes following the passing squirrels then glancing back up at Miguel.Â
What was the point of going when I knew I would just have to witness every girl and their mother trying to suck this man off in the bathroom??? Heâd be busy all night, away from me, why bother? I prefer our mini study datâ sessions. Study sessions.Â
âYeah⊠I know, but youâll be with me, so you can just⊠you know, stick with me,â he suggested, shrugging and smiling down at me, his gaze stuck on me as we walked. I smiled, looking at our feet walking together. Stick with him. âOkay, fine, yes, letâs do it. Iâll feel better⊠that way.â âOkay, Iâll pick you up at 9 then?âÂ
Pick me up? Jesus, why are you like this? Stop being so fucking nice to me; it makes it so much harder to get over you.Â
Itâs fine. Heâs just being a good best friend. Friend. We. Are. Just. Friends. Heâs just being nice.Â
âYes, sounds perfect⊠thank you, Mig, canât wait,â I said, giving him a thumbs up as I walked away from him. âHey, where are you going?â he called out. âIâm going to go meet up with a friend, Iâll see you later tonight, Mâ I yelled back. âOkay⊠Y/N,â he muttered, his eyebrows softly scrunched with confusion, lifting his hand up to say goodbye.Â
* * *
I wore my favorite vintage black strapless dress, and long knee high socks stuffed into my black mary janes. My waves trickled down my shoulders and collar bones. I feel so pretty. I wonder if Miguel will think the same.Â
He texted me that heâd be here in five. I sat on the short garden wall outside of my apartment complex, waiting for Miguel. He was always early. Always.Â
Sure enough, he pulled up, smiling and saluting me. âPresent, Captain Y/N,â he said, as I walked towards the car door. Before I knew it, he was out of the car, about to open the door for me. As he approached the car door, his eyes scanned me up and down. âYou look⊠really nice. Super beautiful.â I felt my face warm up. âThank you, Mig,â I replied, shyly. I got in, he closed the door, then went to his side. He got in and began to drive.Â
âAnd you. I love that moto jacket on you⊠and you smell nice,â I replied, leaning towards him, my face near his chest, sniffing him. âHey, I always smell good,â âYeah, you do, you do, but you know, itâs a party, I get it. Love, drugs, weed, pussy. I get it,â I replied, hands up. He laughed and rolled his eyes, his deep laugh so rich, music to my ears. He smelled so good. His jacket must be fucking drenched in his smell. I wanted to touch him so badly, to feel his snug t-shirt, his warm muscles against my fingertips. I just knewââY/N,â he dragged out. âYes, sorry, what was the question?â I responded quickly. âYou smell good too, and you look pretty, I mean you always look pretty, I mean I just⊠is there someone from our class youâre looking forward to seeing?â God, you have no idea. âUmmmm, no, nope, no. There isnât. Is there⊠someone youââ âNo, no. Just the drugs and the weed,â he replied, nodding. I scoffed. Sure.Â
We pulled up to the house party. There were a million cars and what seemed like a million people inside and outside crowding around the front yard. Colorful lights glowed through the windows as people danced and trashed their red solo cups everywhere. Â
We found parking, then walked towards the chaos. As we approached, Miguel grabbed my hand. I looked down at it then back up at him. âStick with me, okay?â he urged, squeezing my hand twice. I nodded. His large, muscular hand wrapped around mine. He was so warm; his calloused palms rubbed softly against mine as we walked in.Â
We pushed through the crowd to get to the kitchen. The speakers blasted music and sent vibrations across the floor and throughout my body. I clung onto Miguel as we pushed through the crowd. He towered over everyone, as the longing eyes of girls and the envious eyes of guys followed him.
We found Lizzie, our friend from physics, pouring shots for a few other classmates I recognized. âMiguel and Y/N,â she hummed out, teasingly. âYou two are so cute! Iâm so glad you could both make it!â she exclaimed, winking at me. âUs too,â Miguel replied, squeezing my hand and bumping my shoulder. âDo you guys want some of⊠this?â she said smirking, holding up a bottle of tequila. Miguel looked down at me for approval. I shrugged. âIâll do one if you do one,â I told him, smiling. He grinned down at me then nodded to Lizzie. She grabbed a shot glass then a larger glass, 3x the size of mine. âHeâs much bigger than you,â she said, shrugging, as she poured them out then slid one in front of each of us. âFuck, what have we gotten ourselves into?â I asked, picking up the small glass and looking up at Miguel. He raised his glass up to mine and tapped it, âI guess weâll have to find out,â he said, smirking.
Our eyes met as we both brought the shot glasses to our lips, never breaking eye contact. We downed the shots. Miguel took it extremely, scarily well, as I gasped and hovered over the counter processing the burn. I felt the warmth spread down into my chest. âMmm that was so yummy,â I moaned. Miguel patted my back and laughed, âLet me get you a soda or something, wait Y/N, have you eaten?â I kept my head down and breathed out, âI saw Dr. Peppers back there, please, God, and yeah⊠umm I had mac & cheese earlier.â He patted my back then walked away.Â
âYou need a drink?â I turned around to see a guy I knew from physics holding out a plastic cup to me. âOh, no Iâm good, thank you, Miguel should be bringing me something right about now,â I responded, peering behind him. Where is he? It was just righâ âI donât see him,â he responded smugly, shrugging. I awkwardly laughed. He was cute, but he wasnât⊠him. His eyes were glued to my lips. âHa, ummm, yeah well, so⊠how do you feel about the midterm?â I asked, trying to ignore the tension.Â
Lizzie brushed by me, handing me a new shot glass, raising her eyebrows. I didnât feel the first one in the slightest, so I obliged. I downed the shot, breathed out, caught my breath, and looked back at Jack.Â
âIt was fine. Anyways, Y/N, I see you every lecture, and Iâve always wanted to, you know, talk to you, but youâveâ I mean shit, you got him following you around like a lost puppyââ âHey, what? Where is this coming from? Miguelâs my friend, heâs my best friend, how is he like a lost puppy?â I argued, offended. âI mean everyone sees how he looks at you,â he replied, confused, like I was the one missing something. âEveryone? What do they see or⊠think? What do you meaââ âDo you notâ? Youâre not together? You havenâtâŠ?â he asked, bewildered. âNope, just friends,â I sighed, grabbing a can off of the counter and chugging. âBut hey, thanks for the reminder,â I breathed out before chugging more of whatever this bitter shit was. I need to forget that Miguel doesnât want me, that he could never think of me the way I think of him.Â
Jack smiled, and leaned on the counter closer to me, his elbow getting closer and closer to my chest. I looked down at his elbow then up at him with furrowed eyebrows. âYouâre close,â I asserted. âYou look beautiful tonight, truly. You know what? We should go take a quick hit outside,â he smirked, holding up a joint. âNah, Iâm good, Itâs niceandwarm in here and Miguel shouldbecomingtosaveme any minutenow,â I shook my head no, realizing how heavy my head felt. Fuck, this beer can feels a little heavy. âYouâre so pretty,â he whispered, getting closer to my face. âWe should go get brunch sometime,â he added. Brunch? âThatâsvery kind but Iâm good. DamnIsaid Iwasgood like fifty times. Iâm waiting forMiguelllll, my best friend, my buddy, so donât worry about me! Go check out someone else whoâs lonely, Iâm not lonely.â âYou look lonely,â he reasoned. âHey, you fuckiââ I stopped as I noticed his eyes grow fearful as his gaze looked up above my head. âWhat are youlookingat, weirdo?â I asked, sharply, reaching my fingertips to my hair.Â
âHey, Miguel,â Jack breathed out, grinning fearfully. I looked up to see Miguel behind me peering down at Jack. I watched as he kept his eyes on Jack while lowering a Dr. Pepper into my hand. âHere, Y/N,â âThank you, Miguel,â I mimicked, looking up at him then back at Jack.Â
âIâm here. You can leave her alone now,â Miguel hissed at Jack. I like this side of him. Darkened eyes, heavy voice, angst. Gives me chills. âWe were just talking about a fucking midterm,â Jack muttered as he walked away. âYeah okay, pinche gringo,â he called out to him. I turned around and looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair slightly messier than when I saw him ten minutes ago. Where had he gone? Who was he with?
âMiguel,â I scolded, holding in my laugh. âWhat if he understandsSpanish, huh? Theyâre gonna kickyourass out,â I reasoned. âNofighting here. This is a peacezone,â I said squeezing his forearm. He shrugged, âNi modo.â I rolled my eyes then drank more from the can. âHey, whereâd you get that?â Miguel asked, grabbing it out of my hand, analyzing the label. He swiftly drank what was left of the beer then offered me the soda he brought. He lifted my other hand grasping the soda up to my lips, then bit the tab up, snapping the soda open inches away from my lips. âDrink this,â he muttered, through his teeth before spitting the soda tab onto the counter. âHaaaa I forgot about this!â I laughed out. âYeah, yeah drink some,â he laughed, supporting my hand.Â
I drank a good amount then pressed it to his lips. His soft pink lips wrapped around the can rim. His eyes stuck to mine as he sipped some. My cheeks burned.
He then grabbed my hand and led me to the upstairs living room. There were far less people and the music wasnât as loud. A friend stopped Miguel by the mini bar, so I stood beside him as they talked. I subconsciously remained holding his hand, which he held firmly on his lap as he talked to his friend about school. Lizzie and a few of her friends came by again, handing Miguel and I shots. Miguel hesitated as he looked down at his glass, then looked back at me and my now empty shot glass. He stared at me with extreme concern, then continued talking to the guy who was bombarding him with questions about the midterm.Â
He continued glancing at me, worriedly. âWhat are youlookingat?â I asked, pushing him with my body, âoops sorry I just meant to nudgeyou not push you, woah youâre so firm, Iâve never felt yourchestbefore geez youâre so strong, wait doyouthinkyou could lift me up? Try carrying me!â I blurted, laughing. A bit of pink creeped into his cheeks, as he smiled and put his hand on my fingers lingering on his chest. âYeah, Y/N, youâve had a little too much. No more, okay?â he urged, almost scolding me. âDamnnnn okay, MOMMMM!â I replied, rolling my eyes. He turned to his friend and excused himself, then stood up and turned to face me. He looked down at me, his eyes glaring, as I looked up at him, smiling fearfully. He wrapped his forearms around the back of my thighs, lifted me, and gently carried me over his shoulder, within one second. I was weightless to him. I laughed non stop, as he put me down slowly and rolled his eyes. âWait couldyoulift me like, like wrappedaroundyou like you knowâŠ?â I asked, excited. Jesus, someone stop me.
He tilted his head, looking at me critically, then succumbed. He wrapped his hands on the back of my thighs then effortlessly lifted me up so we were chest to chest, heart to heart. His hands remained on the back of my thighs, my dress was now riding up, probably showing my underwear to the world. I was too drunk to care, and too focused on Miguel to care.Â
My arms wrapped around his neck, as our faces were inches apart. We looked into each otherâs eyes then down at each otherâs lips. My heart is beating dangerously fast. Can he feel my heart racing? It felt like 10 minutes had passed us by, when in reality it had been mere seconds. He put me down slowly, as we held eye contact. I wasnât laughing anymore.Â
That sobered me up. I cleared my throat and tugged my dress down. His gaze was still glued onto me. His gaze felt different. Has he always looked at me like that? âLetâs go over there,â I suggested, as I pointed at a group of people playing beer pong on the balcony. I hated crowds, but I needed more sobering up; the alcohol was hitting me like a bus. He held my hand and followed me, as I led him through the crowd this time.
As we approached the balcony and made our way through the crowd, the music grew intensely loud. We now had to shout to hear each other. ââSMALL PARTYâ MY ASS!â I shouted to Miguel. âI KNOW,â he laughed, âITâS SO FUCKING LOUD. ITâS TOO MUCHâ he shouted, over the music. âDO YOU WANNA LEAVE?â âNO, LETâS JUST GO TAKE A RESTROOM BREAK,â he yelled back, grabbing my hand and leading me to one of the bathrooms.Â
to be continuedâŠ
next part (flashback) drunk and crushing pt.2
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the walls are thin - ch5
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âi miss you,â he complains. youâd think youâd have gotten used to that phrase coming out of his mouth by now, but you can still feel your skin tingle. you roll your eyes nonetheless.Â
âitâs not even been a full day,â you retort.Â
he mulls over this for a minute before deciding that youâre wrong, ânot true.â
âi think it is,â you say, âbut even if it has been a full day, thatâs kindaâŠ,â you trail off, âpathetic?âÂ
he laughs, the pang in your heart telling you that maybe it isnât so pathetic to miss somebody after not seeing them for a few tens of hours. you smile at him, eyes moving away from his gaze after just a few seconds.Â
âi miss you too, maki,â you reciprocate.Â
ânot so pathetic after all,â he points at you through the phone.Â
you purse your lips to the side, thoughtful, âno, still pathetic i think, just from both sides.â
âyea, fair,â he says, flipping over in his bed, lying on his side, messy hair against his pillow in a way that youâve seen in person a few too many times. he called you this morning before the two of you had even gotten out of bed. âso, what did you even do last night without me?â
âwell, i was planning on staying in and spending all weekend by myself,â you start, âbut i actually went over to atsumuâs last night.â
âyou? hung out with atsumu? on a friday night? what kinda things did you have to do for that to happen?â he asks, one eyebrow raised.Â
ânothing,â you sneer at him, âheâs the one that suggested it actually.â
âyea, and how did that go?â he asks, tiny tinge of jealousy hidden behind the sarcasm at the end of the sentence.
âweirdly good. i thought he might try to make a move or something, but we just kinda hung out,â you explain, maybe omitting the parts where you fell asleep on his chest and told him that you think about him all the time.Â
âand what are you up to tonight?â all of the questions that he keeps asking about your weekend are making you miss him even more, because the answer is nothing but you wish the answer was hanging out with maki.
you sigh dramatically, âwell, you guys left me, so iâm having lunch with atsumu, but iâm on my own tonight. which isnât bad actually, going to just spend some time alone, get caught up on assignments, whatever.â
âiâd probably be having more fun with you,â he admits.
âwhat? not going good over there?â you ask.
âno, itâs a blast. iâve missed these guys and itâs been super fucking fun. last night, hajime convinced oikawa to jump in the lake with him and because oikawa was really drunk, he did it, but hajime didnât jump with him and oikawa was really pissed. swear to god he almost drowned. it was really great,â maki laughs at the thought and then responds to your concerned look, âhe didnât drown, yn, calm down, it was funny.â
âand iâve got to catch up with people that i havenât seen since high school,â maki shrugs, pausing, âbut i mean, theyâre not you.â
youâre about to react, some form of i get that coming out of your mouth as there is a harsh knock on makiâs door. âcome in,â maki answers.Â
from off screen, you hear oikawa mumble something. itâs quiet. youâre not sure you couldâve made it out if you hadnât previously spent so much time with oikawa. âhajime wants to go to the diner to get food, get dressed.âÂ
âalright, alright, iâm just gonna say bye to yn,â maki says, sitting up in his bed.Â
thereâs a loud squeak of the mattress as oikawa jumps on the bed, you assume. âyn! how is everything back there? making it by without us?â
âitâs been one day, guys,â you groan, jokingly. âbut itâs good. iâm good.â
âyn hung out with atsumu last night,â maki says. it sounds like a tattle.Â
oikawa tilts his head to the side, âlast night?â heâs sporting a devious smile as he pounces on maki, both hands covering makiâs ears as he says hushed, âand how did it go?â
a blush rises to your cheeks at the whole spectacle. maki is trying to push oikawa off of him and oikawa, surely used to testing iwaizumi in the same ways, is able to hold his ground. âgood, it went good!â you reply in a laugh.
âand? did anything happen?âÂ
âno! stop it!â you say, watching as maki finally throws oikawa off of him.Â
âokay! okay!â oikawa has both of his hands up in defeat, sliding off of the bed and walking towards the door. â10 minutes, maki, weâre leaving in 10.â the door closes off screen.
maki shakes his head, slightly out of breath, âi gotta go, but iâll talk to you later, okay? iâll text you.â
you nod. âand iâll see you sunday?â you ask.
he tilts his head, questioning, âit hasnât even been a full day. kinda pathetic.â
âfine,â you say, calling his bluff.
âno! iâll see you sunday, loser,â he says quickly, âgod, let me make fun of you for being obsessed with me once in a while.â
you canât stop smiling. âalright, alright. see you sunday, maki. canât wait.â
âcanât wait,â he repeats and then hangs up.
< 11:21 pm < have a good day âĄ
> maki ⥠/ 11:21 pm > you too âĄ
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youâve forgone yours and atsumuâs lawn blanket set up as per his request, which you werenât really expecting. after the events of last night, you assumed he might want to have the space to be close to you. maybe not.Â
you didnât ask questions, just chose a familiar picnic table and sat on the side that you knew you could watch atsumu approach from.Â
and you do, eyes on him as he walks towards you. he cuts through the lawn, deviating from the concrete path, throwing a smile your way when he recognizes that youâre watching him.Â
âyknow itâs almost getting too cold to keep sitting out here,â you say as he approaches, gesturing to your spot on the lawn. your spot. you cross your arms over one another, shivering slightly. fall is settling in, the semester more over than it is started.
he walks around to your side of the bench and sits beside you. youâre not sure if heâs doing this on purpose, making you feel this flustered. when he takes his jacket off, the same one that you met him in, the same one that was hanging on the back of his chair last night, and presents it in front of you, you know that he must be doing this on purpose.Â
âare you really giving me your jacket right now?â you ask, mind screaming at you to just grab it. âweâre not in a cheesy rom-com.â
âare ya cold or not?â he asks, extending it a bit further.Â
âyes,â you mutter, grabbing it from him and sliding it on. âthank you, tsumu.â youâre enveloped with him, soft fabric infused with his clean scent, and youâre not sure youâre going to give this back, so you hope itâs not that important to him. âitâs cute that your accent comes out when youâre short,â you point out.Â
âshuddup,â he says, shaking his head. you scooch over closer to him, legs pressed together. he throws his arm around your shoulder, picks at your lunch, and youâre very aware at how much of a couple you look like right now. itâs quiet, peaceful.
he breaks the silence with a sentence that youâre confused by how he thought it was a good idea, âdonât be mad.â
you immediately face him, expression contorted into confusion and maybe a bit of anger for no reason other than what else are you supposed to feel when someone prefaces with that?
he explains, âiâve been thinking about what you said last night and-â
âTSUM TSUM!!âÂ
you jump at the loud voice and nickname. you canât locate the source so you swivel your head. you search for whoever is calling for atsumu while he continues to explain, âso maybe i told my friends that i think they could meet you and we were getting lunch today.â
âbo, come on, you said youâd be chill,â another voice, a different voice, says.Â
âand maybe they didnât even let me explain, just said they would be there and maybe were a bit too enthusiastic about it?â he shrugs.
you spot the source now, the same buff man from the selfie smiling at you wide and waving excessively. you offer a small wave back.Â
âme? meet your friends?â you ask, shocked. you obviously were about to meet his friends. they were crossing the lawn as you spoke.Â
âi meant it last night, i just didnât know you wanted to meet them,â atsumu says plainly. âand if itâs important to you, then itâs important to me.â ba-bump.Â
you nod, because youâre certain that if you tried to speak, your words would come out jumbled.Â
the two men take a seat across from you. the man with black and white hair beams, âitâs so great to meet you finally. we told him, said sheâd probably love to meet us, but i think heâs just been embarrassed about us or something.â
âyn, this is bokuto,â atsumu introduces you.Â
âand iâm sakusa,â the man with black hair and curly hair says, introducing himself.Â
âitâs really great to meet you both,â you offer.
âhinata is going to be so sad he missed this,â bokuto says, âmissing out on finally meeting the girl tsum tsumâs been talking about for weeeeeeks.â
âthatâs enough,â atsumu says, shaking his head as he uses his free hand to shake it in front of bokuto.Â
âboâs right,â sakusa reasons, âatsumu does talk about you a lot.â
âguys, see, this is exactly why i didnât want you to meet her, god,â atsumu says, clearly embarrassed, not used to being on defense around you, not like this.Â
bokuto and sakusa are just smiling.Â
âshe deserves to know,â sakusa reasons, gesturing towards you.Â
âyea, i deserve to know,â you speak up. thereâs a prideful smile on sakusaâs face.
ânever letting you guys interact again,â atsumu shakes his head, scrapes his fingers against your hip in a way that almost makes you jump. you can hear the lightness in his voice and when you turn to look at him, you can see the smallest warm smile.Â
âso how do you guys know tsumu?â you ask, nickname slipping out just on instinct.Â
neither of them tease you for it explicitly, but they do exchange a knowing look. if you were closer to them you could decipher the hidden meaning of she said it. she said the name.Â
âvolleyball,â bokuto says, âwe all met at volleyball. atsumu is our setter. but also now our best bud.â
âyknow, i donât think iâve actually ever asked anything about your volleyball stuff,â you say to atsumu, putting your hand on his knee. youâve always just talked about it vaguely, no real details.Â
âbut he's the volleyball guy,â sakusa smirks.Â
âno-,â atsumu says.
âyeah! thatâs what that guy called you? right?â bokuto asks. atsumu is about to interrupt again, a last-ditch plea on his face, but bokuto doesnât notice or chooses to ignore it, âmaki.â your best friendâs name comes out of this strangerâs mouth in a mocking tone and oh my god atsumu talks shit about maki to his teammates/close friends.
there are a million ways you could react to this statement, stammering and stumbling over your words as you land on a sharp laugh. âi- you-,â you canât stop laughing, âis that? does atsumu-.â you really canât talk.Â
âwhat?!â atsumu asks as if he has any room to be the one questioning you.
âyou just,â tears are forming at the corners of your eyes as you lean into his shoulder, forehead against his jacketless skin, âfuckin- it got to you that badly?â you turn your attention towards bokuto, âis that how he said it?âÂ
bokuto, ever the betrayer of atsumu, nods his head.Â
âquit it,â atsumu says, less shocked and embarrassed now, your laughter infecting him. âthatâs how he said it.â thereâs a smile behind the words, soft laughter coming along with it. when you donât stop laughing for another few seconds, and then a few more, atsumu wraps his arms around you, smothering him in his strong arms. âyer being ridiculous.â
you push away from him and in between your fits of simmering down laughter, subsiding for only a few seconds at a time before picking back up again, you catch the smile on sakusaâs face that says so clearly that you can tell without knowing him at all, so this is why he canât stop talking about you.
once youâve finally composed yourself, you turn to sakusa and bokuto, âand you guys play?â
âwe both play outside hitter,â sakusa explains, looking like heâs about to elaborate a bit further, but atsumu interrupts.
âsince iâm the setter, that means that iâm kinda like the brains of the operation.â
âoh, fuck off, miya,â sakusa says, rolling his eyes.Â
you laugh, âi know what a setter does.â
âhow? weâve never talked about it?â
âwell, no, but iâve seen maki play plenty of times,â you note, âoikawaâs a setter. maki and iwa play outside hitter. you didnât know they played too?â
âoh my god, theyâre both the volleyball guys,â sakusa comments, leaning back in his seat like heâs just had the biggest epiphany.Â
âfuck off, omi,â atsumu sneers and then turns his attention back to you, âyou never told me.â
you put your hands up, âi donât know! i guess it just never came up.â
bokuto reaches out his arm, grabbing your forearm excitedly. âwell, one day youâll have to come watch us play, yn,â he says, smiling brightly at you.Â
âi would really love that, actually. tsumuâs never invited me to one of his games before, so,â you say, shrugging. honestly, it had never been a thought on your mind before, a lot of things hadnât been on your mind before, but now that youâre sitting here with his very fun friends, you really want to be a part of it all. a part of this side of his life, not the one that youâve created and pulled him into, lunches and tiny meet ups and dragging him to the grocery store and having him babysit your plants, but whatever this is thatâs making your chest feel so light.Â
âor let you meet us,â sakusa chimes in.Â
âyea, for good fuckinâ reason,â atsumu quips back.
âwell, consider yourself officially invited to our next game,â bokuto nods, âhere, give me your number and we can-.â
âno way,â atsumu interjects.Â
youâre already reaching into your bag, pulling out your phone, ready to punch in bokutoâs phone number.Â
âi really donât need you guys to have more ways to talk shit about me,â atsumu says, but thereâs no malice in the words.Â
âi wasnât going to talk shit about you, tsum tsum,â bokuto rolls his eyes, offering out his hand for you to drop your phone into. atsumu is skeptical as he lets you give your phone over to bokuto. as soon as his fingers curl around the phone, bokuto finishes his thought, âbut there are plenty of cute photos of you that i have that donât seem very fair for yn not to have.â
atsumu lunges forward to grab the phone out of bokutoâs hand, but bokuto pulls it back quickly. âbokkun, i swear to god,â atsumu says, standing up as best he can while still being inside of the bench. bokuto is already two steps ahead, springing from his seat, nearly hitting sakusa as he does.Â
âwatch it,â sakusa warns.Â
bokuto is gone, running away as he presses buttons on your phone. atsumu is much more careful on his side, makes sure to unravel from you before stepping out of his seat. âiâm not kidding!â despite the head start bokuto acquired, atsumu is already almost on his heels. bokuto is laughing, head thrown back as he messes with your phone.Â
sakusa takes this moment of chaos to talk to you directly. his voice pulls you out of this awestruck daze watching atsumu jump on bokutoâs back. âi can see why he talks about you all the time,â sakusa says lowly across the table as bokuto runs in circles with atsumu on his back as if he weighs nothing at all.
youâre feeling a bit more confident at this sentence, a bit more easily yourself, so you let it slip as you turn to face sakusa, joking as you say, âwhat? iâve proven how cool i am in this tiny lunch?â
sakusa chuckles, breathy, before nodding affirmingly, ânot exactly what i meant, but yes, that too.â he pauses, contemplating if the thing heâs about to say next is pushing a boundary, saying too much, figuring out how to phrase it before it actually comes out of his mouth. âi meant more that i understand why he talks about you all the time.â
youâre quiet, tilting your head curiously.Â
he doesnât let you sit on your thoughts, finishes his sentence right as bokuto and atsumu are running back towards the table, âbecause heâs really into you.â
you donât get to respond, interrupted by bokuto hiding on one side of you, finishing whatever heâs doing on his phone before thrusting the phone back into your hands. he sticks his tongue out at atsumu and atsumu narrows his eyes. âatsumuâs just worried that heâs going to fuck up at our game when youâre there.â
this is all so cute, the bantering and the things that bokuto is saying, but you have so many fucking questions. you want them to run back over there for hours so that you can have a long, in-depth conversation with sakusa about what exactly he fucking means.Â
you donât want to seem unresponsive or like you canât keep up, so you reply, âmaybe iâll bring maki along and he can show off like he always does.â you almost regret it, but sakusa and bokuto start laughing just like you were laughing earlier and bokuto is slamming his fist on the table and atsumu doesnât look hurt at all, he looks amiable.Â
you turn your head towards atsumu, the laughter allowing you cover to speak just for him, âor iâll just go and cheer you on. if youâll have me there.â atsumu gives you a short, affectionate nod.Â
sakusa and bokuto leave about a half hour (thatâs spent mostly making fun of atsumu the entire time) after that, saying that theyâll see you again soon, theyâre sure, and waving as they leave. as soon as theyâre out of earshot, atsumu lets out a huge breath.Â
âi told you,â he says, shaking his head, body finally relaxed in a way that makes you realized he was tense the entire time. âi told you that they were fucking weird.â
âtheyâre not weird, theyâre sweet,â you say back. there is a certain peacefulness now that you assume only exists because of the huge absence of noise. itâs not better, just more familiar. you slot your fingers into atsumuâs, holding onto his forearm with your other hand.Â
âyea, if youâre not on the other side of all of their bullshit,â atsumu shakes his head.Â
âmaybe if you didnât talk about me so much,â you tease.
âdonât let it go to your head,â he says, lifting his arm that you donât have a hold of and tapping on your forehead. you press your forehead into him, laughing.Â
the two of you sit together for another few hours, pulling work out of your bags that neither of you really focus on. you mostly spend the time cracking jokes at the otherâs expense or for the other to laugh at and finding new ways to get tangled into each other on a picnic table bench until itâs time to leave.
âiâll see you sometime tomorrow, yeah?â you ask, moving around school work and responsibilities and seeing maki in your head to make room for atsumu in your day.
he leans forward, presses the quickest, smallest kiss into the side of your cheek, âobviously.â as he leaves, the warmth stays, on your cheek and down your chest, through your fingers and toes. partially because of the kiss, sure, but mostly because of the hoodie heâs entrusted in your care.Â
/++/
you are both so excited for and dreading your night alone. you are excited because itâs been awhile since youâve just had some time in your room by yourself. you are welcoming the extra time to catch up on assignments and take a shower and not do anything else that requires thinking.Â
you are, however, despite all of this, mostly filled with dread. saturday night is a staple miya atsumu hookup night. last week it was fine, the week before that, sure, whatever, but after last night, the thought of atsumu hooking up with some random girl that he found out at a party is bringing back a familiarly upset stomach. if you hadnât had spent the night last night as you did, a taboo listening session might even have been in the stars tonight, would have been maybe really welcomed.Â
but now youâve slept in his bed. youâve been in his arms. youâve been on the other side of the wall. there are memories attached to this vision of him now. when you close your eyes, you can see his room so clearly. if you had to think about them in his bed, the one that you felt safe cuddled next to him in, the one where he told you about all of his childhood friends, if you had to think of her on his pillow instead of you?Â
you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. you will have a great night all by yourself even if that means sleeping on the farside of your room and using your noise canceling headphones at full volume.
the later it gets into the night, the more antsy youâre getting. hours are ticking by and you have never been this productive in your life, assignment after assignment finished just to stop yourself from thinking for longer than a few seconds. you wonât have to worry about school work for the next few weeks.Â
itâs nearly 1 am by the time that youâve finished all of the work that you possibly can, which, in hindsight, was such a horrible idea. finishing all of your work before the 1-3 am time of the night?Â
well, maybe if youâre just not in your room when he gets back, you can just put your headphones on and not have to think about it at all tonight. you grab a change of clothes, your towel, all of your bathroom essentials, and make your way to dorm showers at the other end of the hall.Â
your shower takes much longer than it should because you make sure that it does, but somewhere along the way you must have pissed someone off, something from your past must be coming back to haunt you because instead of timing it perfectly to miss him completely, youâve timed it perfectly to catch him completely.Â
heâs all dressed up, hair perfectly done in a way that begs to be messed up, stupidly cute outfit, something plain but looks insanely good on him, enough cologne to fill the entire hallway, and, only when he sees you walking down the hallway, a huge smile on his face.Â
you feel extremely underdressed, walking up to him. partially on account of the fact that you are wearing a huge tshirt, underwear, and absolutely nothing else. you donât know if heâs already been drinking, if he doesnât notice, or if he doesnât care, but his eyes follow down your body slowly.Â
every single moment in your life has happened because of a culmination of things; this is just a fact. everything that has happened in your life up until this moment has built up to this moment, thatâs how living works. you knew this.Â
but god you wish you could see a chart, could zoom in on every single point that had a hand in this moment and alter them in some sort of way that wouldnât have caused you to say what comes out of your mouth.Â
you look down at your phone screen, checking the time. âwoah, you hung out with me on friday and no company tonight?â you ask as you step around him and in front of your door. why would you say that.Â
you know why, vaguely, not completely. youâre not completely sure why you chose to essentially divulge the biggest secret youâre harbored of your entire college career in one sentence, but you know that it had something to do with how flustered you were in that moment, how good atsumu looks in front of you, and maybe the fact that itâs all youâve been able to think about tonight.
it slips out, really, no barrier of judgment. you guys have been friends for too long. the quips and the teasing come so naturally now that you canât help it.Â
this is the first time that youâre admitting this to him. your heart is pounding as you wait for him to respond. heâs not responding quick enough. you hope that he just doesnât clock it, doesnât understand the implications of the joke.
he furrows his eyebrows together, stopping completely, âwhat?â
your body is burning. how do you backtrack from this. where do you go from here.
when you donât answer immediately, his mind starts filling in the blanks, and he starts asking more questions, âcompany?â
âyea, like,â you clear your throat, shifting your towel under your arm, âyâknow saturday nights and company.â
he turns to face you completely and you feel like this is your first time meeting him. you feel small, tiny, chest aching because of the violence of your heart. even more so when you see the embarrassment creeping onto his face. âhow would you know if i have company?â
this is it. the fucking moment. itâs been over 4 months. the two of you have lived next to each other for nearly an entire semester. you went 2 months without even knowing him, 1 month with fixing all of your previously conceived notions, and this past month falling for him and itâs all about to go crashing down because of a stupid joke youâve made.Â
âyou werenât exactly subtle about it,â you answer and youâre amazed at how your voice is actually audible.Â
a lot of things click for atsumu in that moment, you can see it on his face.Â
âyou heard that?â he asks, quietly stunned.
âall of it,â you answer.
itâs quiet for a moment. you canât even hear the hum of the lights or the beat of your own heart as you wait for his reaction to the admission.Â
âfuck,â atsumu says, palm smoothing over his face, âgod, i canât recover from that at all can i? holy shit.â he doesnât ask why you didnât tell him. he doesnât look put off or uncomfortable. âholy shit. okay. well, fuck.â
youâre about to apologize when he shakes his head, fingers pushing through his hair. you canât exactly read whatever emotion is there, maybe panic? you canât get a good read because itâs gone soon thereafter.Â
âno,â he says slowly, âi donât have company tonight. was going to go out and drink with some friends, but i left my ID in my room.â he gestures to the keys in his hand, knuckles white around them. âyou still alone this weekend?â
you nod, not really knowing what to do, where to go from here still. heâs not being weird. heâs trying to resume conversation with you, but something feels off. you want to say, âyea, i said iâd be alone all weekend, donât you listen?â but any joke that comes to you feels too harsh, too out of place, terrified that itâll end up an admission of something else.
âdo you want-,â he begins to ask, but you shake your head so hard that youâre convinced you shake water droplets out of your hair and onto him.Â
âno, no, are you kidding? i look like this,â you gesture down.
atsumu looks like heâs about to say something, but nothing comes out. fuck. youâve really ruined things now.Â
âgo out with your friends,â you say, nodding your head down to the elevators.Â
âwe donât have to go out,â atsumu adds.
âiâm not keeping you in on the weekend again,â you say, shifting your weight. âseriously, iâm okay alone tonight, you go on out.â
âdo you want to drink?â he asks, persistent as always.
âtsumu, i told you, iâm not going out tonight,â you say. the nickname is muscle memory at this point and youâre glad that at least you have some sort of remnants of a few minutes ago.Â
âjust, here, we can drink here,â he gestures to his dorm room. you feel like a fucking freshman again. âif you donât want to drink, thatâs cool. i just-â he hesitates. it looks more difficult than it ever has, but he steps towards you and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. âit feels weird for the first time between us and i donât think i can leave if youâre not feeling okay,â he finishes, overly attentive and completely different than you ever expected him to be, and you feel so horrible.
âtsumu-,â you start, but he isnât having any of it.
âiâm serious.â
âone drink,â you say, âand then you go out with your friends.â
/++/
the thing about one drink is that nobody really has one drink.Â
or, rather, you do at first and then you have another because the guy that youâre really into is in front of you, telling joke after joke trying to make you feel better about your relationship because youâve just admitted that youâve heard him having sex all semester.
and unfortunately for you and your self-deprecation, the guy that youâre really into is really good at making you feel better, not just with jokes and compliments, but with soft touches and genuine smiles.Â
âi canât believe youâre staying in with me when you look like that,â you say, shaking your head. you didnât even have time to change, are still in the same post-shower outfit that you were before.Â
âcome on, you look better than i do,â he says, shaking his head, taking a sip of his drink and gesturing to you with his cup.
youâre sitting on his floor because the bed was a bit much after the painful conversation you had in the hallway. heâs sitting in front of you, back against his desk, as he sets his drink on the floor beside him. you let yourself flush, accept his compliment if only to fasttrack back to how it felt between the two of you before.Â
the thing about more than one drink is that nobody really chooses a stopping point, not when the awkwardness has faded and the guy that youâre really into continues to stay the night with you. and definitely not when said guy has taken root next to you, pressed up against you completely.Â
âfuck,â he shakes his head out of nowhere. he doesnât even give you an opportunity to ask what, just repeats himself, louder, âfuck.â
âwhat?â you ask, turning to look at him, but not moving a single inch away from him.
âi canât believe you heard all of that,â he says, shaking his head against the side of the bed. he laughs lightly, unbelievably. âthatâs really just so embarrassing.â
for the first time tonight, at the mere mention of it, you donât want to crawl into your room and cry. youâre not sure what exactly it is (itâs the alcohol), but you laugh with him, light at first, and then growing until youâre shaking your head. it is actually kinda funny.Â
âit was funny at first, honestly,â you tell him, âi was like oh my god?? and then it progressively got, yknow, not as funny when i had morning classes and exams.â
âis that why we didnât meet for the first two months of living next to each other?â he asks, turning his head to look at you. and he does, look at you, stares into your eyes with the amount of focus that someone as drunk as the two of you should not have been able to do.
ânot really, more like a gift from god,â you say.
âhey,â he whines.
âyea, that night we met i was coming back from makiâs because i couldnât take it anymore,â you admit to him. you can see the embarrassment settle in even heavier than before, a remorse coming alongside it. after all this time, you really didnât mean for him to feel bad about it. âyou donât have to be embarrassed.â
âi mean, thatâs so- i canât believe-,â he stammers. youâre not used to seeing him like this and you understand why he had to have at least one drink with you before going out, because right now atsumu is feeling exactly how you felt out in the hallway and all you want to do is fix that.
even if it is at your own expense.Â
âitâs fine, really, itâs fine,â you say, âit was funny at first, and then annoying, but i mean, eventually-â donât you fucking dare âeventually it was good for me too.â stop fucking talking.
now he looks really confused and if you donât explain no fucking stop heâs going to be even more weirded out.Â
âwell, i just mean, like,â you shrug, âlike eventually i started to enjoy it.â shut the fuck up.Â
he chooses his next words carefully, or as carefully as he can when the room is slightly moving. âlike how?â
donât say a fucking word. âlike listening,â you admit. even in your drunken state, your stomach does flips.Â
his face still has tiny elements of confusion, but most of it morphs into something much needier than that. âto me?â
you nod, movements barely noticeable but theyâre making your head spin. the air is still, room quiet save for both of your quickened breathing. then, the only thing you can see is his hand, moving so slowly that you assume heâs afraid heâll scare you off. he reaches across you, cups your cheek and pulls you to face him. when youâre looking at him, he doesnât move his hand.Â
he leans in towards you and you donât know if itâs the alcohol in your body or the fact that an hour ago you were terrified that you would never be able to be in this room again, but you lean forward to meet him. he stops, just shy of your lips, talking so low that you can feel the vibrations against your lips. âand doing what?â he asks.
the whimper comes from your throat, lips tightly shut so it doesnât have a chance to escape you. you lean forward further, pressing your forehead against his as his hand slides down your cheek to your jaw, fingers spanning your neck, curling softly so that his nails drag against your sensitive skin. you can feel it in your entire body.Â
he lowers his head, nudges your chin with his nose, pushing your head further into his hand, exposing your neck. âcan i?â he asks, breath tickling as he speaks. youâre not sure if he realistically thought you would deny him right now of anything that he wanted, really. you nod softly, not wanting to break out of his grasp.
the first thing that you feel are his teeth, scraping against the softness of your neck. and then you feel his lips closing around the skin. you close your eyes, no point in keeping your eyes trained on the ceiling, anyway. atsumu licks a strip up your neck before moving down again. he uses his free hand to pull at the neckline of your shirt, exposing your collarbones. he wraps his lips around the bone, sucking repetitively until youâre positive that thereâs purplish marks wherever he picks his head up from.
his moves his hand from your jaw, trust you to keep the position that heâs moved you into, and you do. he rewards you for this, both hands smoothing down your body, following your curves, digging into them as he pleases, latheing his tongue over the same spots on your neck and chest.Â
âtsumu,â you whine, not really sure for what, but just for more. his hands are on your thighs now, his fingernails pressing harshly into the fats of them before sliding upwards underneath the hem of your shirt. he can feel your skin in his hands now, canât get enough of it as he moves his hands everywhere and anywhere he can.Â
when he gets to your chest, takes both of your perfectly soft tits into his hand, you hear him stifle a grunt. he moves one hand quickly, grabbing at your hip, sliding down from your waist, pulling you towards him, facing towards him so that he can feel you again, so that he can play with your tits better. his touch is harsher this time, more desperate, more purposeful as he goes straight for your tits, no longer ghosting over your skin, but aching for your heavy tits to be in his hands.Â
god, he can only imagine what they fucking look like all pretty and bouncing for him. fuck he needs to see them.
he pulls away from you, sits up from against the bed, moves in front of you. heâs on his knees, towering above you in your seated position. youâre looking up into his eyes, whimpers falling from your quivering lips. he cups your face again. youâre ready. youâre completely ready to recall every little thing that you have heard over the past month. you know atsumu, you know exactly what he likes, and youâre going to blow his fucking mind.Â
knock knock knock.
just before his lips can touch yours, thereâs a pounding knock on his door.Â
âno fucking way,â atsumu says under his breath.Â
âmiya atsumu, get your ass out here now or iâm breaking down the fucking door.â knock knock knock knock knock knock. it's almost scary until you hear laughter from the hallway, snickering at first and then boisterous.Â
âcome on, i donât even interrupt,â you say to atsumu, looking towards the door.Â
knock knock knock knock knock knock. âwe know youâre in there.â
âtheyâre not going to leave it alone until i answer,â he says, defeated, âi have to answer and then- then iâll be right back and-.â
âatsumu, you have 10 seconds and iâm gonna start ramming,â the voice says.
atsumu scurries up from the floor, walking quickly over to the door as you adjust yourself, smoothing out your oversized tshirt and patting your hair. âwhat?â he hisses as he cracks the door open. the person on the other side of the door pushes it open completely.Â
âweâre going out,â one voice says.
âanother night,â atsumu says, the door already closing.
âiâm not leaving without you,â another voice replies, not pushing the door back open.Â
âand iâm not leaving,â atsumu says, and you can tell heâs getting impatient now.Â
from your spot on the floor, you recognize one of them as a guy from one of the photos. dark hair, carefree attitude. suna? you canât remember exactly if youâve gotten the name right. youâre surprised that youâve even noticed the person at all. you donât recognize any of the other two guys that are with him.
one of them, not suna, makes eye contact with you for the tiniest fraction of a second, âyou literally have any other day to hookup with some chick.â you wonder if he thinks theyâre being quiet. your cheeks burn. you want to be back in your room now.Â
âitâs not like that,â ba-bump, he says, trying to quiet them a bit or at least just bringing his own volume down.Â
âdoesnât matter,â one of them says.
âi didnât want to spoil it, but,â suna says, âsamuâs here.â
atsumu gets quiet for a second, really mulling over the weight of everything thatâs happening, at the two sides that are pulling him in different directions. âsamuâs here?â
âyeah, he was supposed to be here earlier, but his train got in super late and so he just got here and he wants to go out because itâs a saturday night. it was supposed to be a surprise or whatever, but youâre not listening to me, your best friend, and just leaving now. so thatâs what you get,â suna spews.
âbut i-,â atsumu says, instinctively looking back towards you. the look that youâre wearing almost makes him stay. âfuck.â he slams the door on the trio of guys and you are so grateful. you finally feel like you can breathe, can relax just the tiniest bit. he walks back over to you. âiâve gotta-.â
you push yourself up from off of the ground, stumbling a little bit as atsumu helps you back onto your feet. âyou donât have to explain yourself, tsumu, go hang out with your friends.â
âif samu wasnât here, i wouldnât-.â
âi know,â you say. and itâs the truth. you 100% fully believe him with all of your heart.Â
âyou could go out with us,â he offers.
youâre not sure that you could handle being referred to as some chick all night or atsumuâs side piece or looked at like youâd never be looked at again. you werenât ready for a miya atsumu night out and definitely not when youâre already feeling it as much as you are. you shake your head. âyou go and have fun, see your brother.â
he looks so torn, so frantic as he tries to think out the rest of his night, how to get drunk you back to your dorm without having to expose you to the people in the hallway. âiâm probably going to stay with rin and samu tonight anyway. do you want to just stay here and maybe,â he hesitates, the knocking starts again, âyou can meet my brother in the morning?â
âreally?â you ask.Â
knock knock knock knock. âitâs literally so getting so fucking late. hurry your ass up.â
atsumu helps you into his bed in not exactly the way he wanted to help you into bed tonight. âyes,â he answers, pulling the blankets over you, the softness of them so familiar. âand samu will love you and you will love him unfortunately.â atsumu reaches down and kisses your cheek. somehow it has you more flustered than anything thatâs happened tonight. âtomorrow, okay?â
you nod.Â
he moves quickly after heâs noticed how content you are, throwing on his shoes, grabbing his ID from his desk, muttering under his breath things that youâre not sure are meant for you. fucking kidding me now? gonna beat the shit out of him for fucking i canât fucking.Â
âgoodnight, yn,â he says, reaching for the door, but not opening until youâve said it back.
âgoodnight, tsumu.â
you hear a click of the door, your eyes closing softly. and then you hear the voices.Â
âyouâre seriously leaving her in there?â
âguys- seriously,â atsumu says, trying to stop the questions about what was happening in the room before they showed up.
âwhyâre you leavinâ a one night stand in your-â
âi said it wasnât fucking like that. leave it,â atsumu says through gritted teeth. you hear the lock click.
âno fucking way. that was fucking her wasnt it?â suna asks.
âstop, she can fucking hear you, the walls are thin,â atsumu snaps.Â
you listen for the footsteps as they get quieter and quieter until you canât hear any at all. you know you should be tired. you are tired, but youâre also in atsumuâs bed all alone. your eyelids are heavy and your breathing is slow and-
you reach your hand down between your legs.Â
with the scenes that are playing in your mind, youâre almost sure you could make yourself come with one tiny finger. you spread your lips apart with two fingers, sliding your middle finger down your drenched slit. you push the tip of your finger against your hole, head tilting back messily into his pillow.Â
he barely did anything to you at all, felt you up and kissed your neck, and you are soaking wet. your mind wonât stop wandering at where the night could have taken you if you werenât interrupted. how deep he would be inside of you right now if you hadnât been interrupted. at that thought, you plunge your fingers inside of you, moaning at how good they feel, but theyâre not enough.
youâre missing your dildo, your fingers canât reach deep enough, not even as you shove another finger in and circle your hips on them. you make the mistake of kneading at your tit, but it only leaves you missing the feeling of his huge hands grabbing at them. youâre feeling so fucking needy. itâs not enough that youâre doing this in his bed, you need to be doing it for him. you roll your hips against your fingers.
your clit rubs against the rough texture of the blanket and you almost come on the spot. âfuck,â you say aloud. you take your other hand on the outside of the blanket and push the fabric in between your legs, circling your hips against it. âmm fuck, tsumu.â
the blanket feels so good against you. heâs slept underneath these blankets, has probably jacked off to the thought of you underneath these blankets âfuck!â you say louder. you know exactly how loud youâre being, but you also know that no one that you care about is around to hear them.Â
your hands search around the bed. you donât have time to feel any regret. it feels so good, youâre chasing this high, so fucking close. your skin feels like itâs crawling, aching. you fucking need this. you throw the blanket off of you, take your panties off and throw them across the room somewhere that youâre sure you will regret when you have to get them in the morning, but you need to feel it completely against your swollen lips and pretty clit.Â
you take the pillow thatâs underneath your head and shove it between your legs. you press down on the soft pillow as hard as you can to get as much friction as you can as you fuck your clit into fabric that smells so fucking much like atsumu. youâre drenched, sloppy against his pillow but you canât stop. your fingers grip into the cushion, his name falling off of your tongue like an unheard prayer.Â
âplease, so close, so close,â you say, thrusting your hips against the pillowcase faster. youâre going to come. youâre going to fucking come on the pillow that heâs going to sleep on. âoh my fucking god,â you cry and you let yourself go, flooding as you come against his pillow. you can feel the mess that youâve made smearing against the textured fabric.you canât move. your bones feel like theyâve been replaced with bricks, but you need to see it. you pull the pillow up, your eyes instantly drawn to the large wet spot right in the center. fuck. you throb, so painfully empty. âfuck,â you mutter to yourself and put the pillow back between your legs, ânot enough.â
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Would you by any chance do another Leon head canon with his college girlfriend? The other ones you made were super cute. Enjoy the rest of your day!
I'm happy to share headcanons so here's another serving.
Jealous leon like a little warning.
- You don't have a problem with alcohol, but when your friends invited you to a noisy party, you couldn't (and didn't want to) refuse them.
- "Don't you think your dress is too short?" Leon will be throwing glances at you while you preen in front of the mirror. It doesn't look like he's worried or jealous.
- Leon probably wanted to spend the evening in peace and your company, but you already had other plans.
- The dress may indeed have been a little shorter than what you usually wear but, "honey, it's a PARTY!"
- With a bunch of horny guys who want to lift that very dress on your hips.
- Leon won't say it out loud.
- Get ready for frequent calls and messages?
"Are you all right?"
"No one comes over?"
"Mind your drinks, please"
"Do I need to come get you?"
- Perhaps his guardianship would tire you and you would prefer not to respond to messages. For God's sake don't turn off your phone!
- You did it anyway... congratulations, you're going done...
- You have very beautiful and expensive clothes, your friends think you have a sugar daddy or something.
- Even if you say it's not. It's just that Leon prefers to give quality things.
- You have a friend who likes you for a long time. You may not know this, but the alcohol he drinks will help him confess his feelings to you.
- You're too drunk already, plus the music is loud. Perhaps you will hear something else or you do not want to understand what he said, so you will agree with him.
- The evil dog Leon is already here and he is ready to kick someone's ass if he sees that you have been harmed.
- But you are having a nice conversation with your friend, whose hand is brazenly on your waist.
- What the hell are you wearing in those revealing sexy stockings that peek out from under your boiler dress"?
- Now Leon is really jealous.
- Intoxicated with alcohol, you agree to dance with your friend some obscene dances, laughing merrily.
- You're really having fun, but not Leon. You never gave him a reason to doubt your loyalty, so when your friend's hands go down to your ass, you push him hard.
- "Take it easy! I already have a boyfriend."
- The moment when someone grabs the poor guy by the collar and pushes him away from you goes too fast. Leon grabs your hand and you run after him almost on wadded legs.
- "Why the hell didn't you return my calls?"
- The brain does not fully understand where Leon came from. But the people around you make way for you that you are gone.
- Leon's hand painfully holds your wrist. He doesn't want to hurt you in any way, he was just too scared.
- Who knows what that bastard had in mind?
- You are drunk and the heels on your feet are too high, which is why you constantly stumble.
- Leon is angry. Very. He's pissed off by those lustful looks at your breasts, so he'll put his leather jacket on you. And zip it up.
- You spend the whole way home in silence.
- You know it's best not to touch Leon right now. He recently returned from a long mission that didn't go too well, and the last thing he wanted to worry about was you at this fucking party.
- You put your hand on his thigh, but he didn't react.
- The fresh air helped sober up a bit.
- "Do you have any idea what dirty intentions that bastard might have had for you?!"
- Your carelessness sometimes frightens him.
- At home, Leon himself will knock over several glasses of whiskey into himself.
- He will probably be offended for two days. Stingy phrases, detachment, Leon just infuriates that you allowed yourself to behave like that! He understands that you're too young to stay at home all the time, but damn god, you almost got groped...and...Leon is afraid to say the word.
- What if you were raped?
- It was hard for Leon to say those words. The very thought that you have been harmed causes him unimaginable pain. He will hate himself if anything happens to you.
- Just be careful. Leon has lost too many good people and all he wants to do is take care of you.
- Leon loves you with all his heart and is ready to fight for you day and night with any B.O.W, but he really doesn't understand why you turned off your fucking phone.
- Perhaps it really has become too much for you...
- But you love him too. Just that evening you allowed yourself too much. "Seriously Leon, I wouldn't cheat on you with my college guy."
- Leon believes you.
- You're going to have a pretty rough night. Leon will remind you that you are HIS woman, leaving hickeys that are hard to hide. He will tease a lot and whisper various obscenities, reminding you of who you belong to. It's actually damn hot!
- Don't even think about getting out of bed after having sex with him. Leon will tire you out so you can't get up, but he will still carry you to the bathroom and bring you a sandwich if you get hungry. (* whispers* he is not only the god of sex, but also the god of care)
- He likes to kiss your thighs.
- You'll probably be less likely to go to these parties, but Leon never forbids you anything.
- Just keep your phone close!
- He will take you on his vacation.
- And your sexy dresses are just for him
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So I went to PA earlier than expected. Unfortunately for a funeral, but for you dear readers there is a bright side
And Holy Fuck it was so good...
Its started after the funeral. The procession went to a bistro to have dinner/lunch and I hitched a ride with my uncle. The entire 20-minute ride over he had his hand on my thigh, going up and down, squeezing the inside, flirting the entire time. So of course I opened my legs a bit and he ran a finger right underneath my panties. God yes, I almost wanted to have him right there. He kept calling me his baby girl and asking if I wanted him. When we got to the restaurant he pulled into the parking spot far away from everyone else and I fucking took that chance to kiss him! He kissed me back as he fingered me. He tasted so good, and he was so strong, I tried to pull away but he just held me there. It was so wrong but it felt so amazingly good I was dripping the rest of the day. He asked if I wanted to go to the casino later and I absolutely said yes.
So after lunch, he came over we hung out with family for a little bit, just chatted, and then we headed out. He got a ways away from the house and pulled over, he asked me if I wanted to do this and I told him that I *absolutely* wanted him. He pushed me against the door, moved my shorts aside, lubed his fingers up, and took out a vibrator. His fingers felt so big in me, I wanted to cum so badly but he told me not to. He then shoved the vibrator in me and turned it on low then told me to sit back down and ride it the whole way there. The windows on his truck are tinted pretty dark, so on the drive over I was sucking him off. He's so fucking big. He's thick and long and tastes delicious. A little musky but it kind of turned me on. And I swear to god the back of my throat is now bruised lol. He grabbed the back of my head super hard and kept pushing me down while also bucking up, it made me gag a bunch lol. He also kept playing with my nipples, he was flicking them and pinching and I didn't realize just how much of a turn-on it was for me, it just gave me butterflies the entire time.
When we got to the casino he shoved me down one more time to drink up all his precum and spit that was on his cock. Then he turned the vibrator all the way up to high and said let's go in. The next few hours were amazing, I drank a little, he got absolutely wasted, I lost some money, he won a lot (i don't know how he does it he just always comes out on top) i got a couple of weird looks from some men at saw me humping the chair as my uncle kissed my neck, but honestly i dont think anybody else noticed and it was kind of hot riding that vibrator while people watched. Then we got a room. Ngl I was kind of having second thoughts because it's like "what if magically my mom found out" but my phone was off, so was his, it was fine. So he was stumbling drunk and we got to the room, he laid on the bed and undid the buttons on his pants and pulled out his cock and told me to suck on it again. When I did he stopped me and told me to get on the bed with my head hanging off. He. Fucked. My. Throat. HARD. He shoved himself as far as he could down my neck, his balls slapped against my face, at one point as I was getting used to him being in my throat he shoved in and started to rub my neck like he was jacking off. It was so fucking hot. He said he didn't want to cum unless it was in my cunt, so a bit disappointed but it's okay, he still tasted amazing. After that, he got on the bed and forced my legs open and started to kiss the inside of my thighs, I told him to stop but he just pulled aside my shorts and shoved his tongue as deep into me as he could. he only took it out to pull my shorts off and go back at it. That fucking tease pulled out the vibrator and his tongue when I told him I was going to cum and told me not to until he did. He said he waited to long to not have a slut like me cum without permission. This man then proceeded to slam his entire cock in me without warning. Ngl it hurt, it was much, much bigger than I thought and he wasn't gentle about it either. He was grabbing at me and choking me and sucking on my tits. He said he wanted to get me pregnant so he could suck me dry of the milk that I'd produce. He squeezed my neck harder and told me he should have fucked me back when I was 16. I told him I got off too many times to count because of that day and that I was saving myself for him. That he took my virginity. He slapped me so fucking hard and told me I needed to cum with him. I tried yelling his name and he just choked me harder. He came so much, I could feel him pulsing and the warmth from it just made me insane. He didn't want to pull out, he did this thing where he just positioned my hips up a bit so no cum leaked out and laid on top of me. After about 10 minutes of that, he finally pulled out, flipped me over and shoved it in my ass as hard as he could. THAT hurt. No lube, just a giant cock in my ass. He said that I needed to relax and that it was almost too tight for him. I couldn't, so he pulled me up to him and started to choke me out while he was in me, when I came too he didn't come again but he did call me a good girl who loosened up after I passed out.
It was amazing, I'm sitting here, and my cunt is forever ruined but im dripping my uncle's dirty thick cum. Shame I won't see him for a while. He does want to take me to Las Vagas though ;)
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Drunk Dude in the Bathroom
(Hoshi x fem!black!reader)
Summary: The title really says it all. You try to go piss during a party and find Hoshi crying in the bathroom.
Genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers???, college AU
Word count: Around 0.8K
CW: none fr, mentions of drinking, crying and bodily functions. Hoshi being a cornball who thinks youâre hot.

You need to piss. The combination of drinks and getting distracted by music at this party was terrible for your bladder.
You ask your friend Youngji where the bathroom is. She knows way more about this place than you do.
âIts upstairs near the left. Canât miss it!â She practically screams.
You give her a thumbs up as you start walking up the steps. Heels were a bad option. After an eternity, You finally reach the bathroom, thank god. If you had to hold it a second longer, you would have pissed on the floor. However, as soon as you open the door, youâre met with muffled blubbering from behind the shower curtain.
Throwing caution to the wind, you open the curtain to find a handsome and drunk blonde man holding a bag of ice like a well-loved childhood plushie.
âUmmâŠYou good?â
He sniffles and loosens his grip on the ice bag. He looks up at you with puffy eyes, unshed tears still shining.
âYes-no..I..just-did you know most tiger cubs donât survive their first year of life?â He cries.
What the fuck. Heâs clearly gone.
â...I did not know that.â You say baffled.
âHey, why are you in-â
âYouâre so pretty.â He says glossy-eyed.
Your face goes hot.
âThank you, but listen-â You stutter out.
âLike super pretty, like you look like Naomi Campbell mixed with Megan thee Stallion.â
High praise.
âThat's very sweet of you.â You give a shy smile.
He gives a toothy smile while he blushes.
âYouâre welcome, pretty lady.â He cheeses.
Ok. Youâre getting off track. You still need to piss. Youâve got to get this guy out of the bathroom.
âHey, whatâs your sign?â He asks as he shifts in the tub to get more comfortable.
He treats it like a children sized bed.
âI-Iâm an aquarius.â You answer puzzled.
He lets go of his bag of ice and flaps his arms while making an excited squealing noise.
âOh my god, oh my god, that explains everything!â
Does it?
âYknow that explains why youâre so pretty! Aquariusesâ are always so like otherworldly. Real goddess energy. OOOOHH and weâre compatible cause Iâm a Gemini! Air signs for the win!â He practically yells as he stumbles to get up from the tub and give you a high five? A hug? Youâre not sure. Either way, he ends up wobbling and almost falling face first out of the tub. So, in an act of quick thinking, you catch him.
âBro, are you good?â You ask worriedly. Heâs really fucking gone.
He ends up hugging you, either in an attempt to keep himself steady or to bask in your warmth. Youâre not sure.
âYeah, yeah, yeah, Iâm fine. Iâve just had a little too much to drink. By the way, you smell crazy good. What perfume do you use? And your skin is so soft! What products are you using? Also, are you seeing anyone? I donât want to be a creep, but I hate to get you in trouble and youâre really cute.â
You chuckle as you hold him. It should feel uncomfortable holding a 6-foot stranger in a small bathroom, but he makes it feel natural.
â I can tell that much just by looking at you. First, Itâs a Valentino one, I forgot the name. Second, Shea butter. Third, no.â
You feel him hold you tighter and give out a small âyayâ as he nuzzles into you.
âOh my god, you know what would slap right now?â he says as he excitedly grabs your shoulders.
âWhat?â You ask.
âWell, first, some chicken nuggets. God, Iâm starving. DK never has any actual food in the dorms and it sucks balls. Heâs still a great guy though, Iâll have to introduce you two later. Oh, I totally forgot, weâre also roomies, so, youâve probably already seen him. Lanky dude, sharp nose, great teeth?â He rambles.
âHe sounds familiar.â
You feel his hands grab your face, you feel the cold metal of his rings contrast his warm hands and your hot face.
âYeah thatâs him. Oh my god, wait, I also want an Oreo McFlurry. When does Mcdonalds close?â He asks excitedly while slowly stroking your face.
âArenât they open 24 hours?â
He gasps and his eyes shine. He squeals and sways you both back and forth while holding your face in his hands.
âYouâre so right! Sexy, strong, and smart! The big 3 Sâs! We totally need to go! Please?â He pleads.
You give a soundless laugh and nod your head. This is definitely going to be a good night.
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Unwanted: Chapter 21, Unacceptable - Pt. 2
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary:Â When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldnât be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings:Â (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Non-explicit sexual content (some over-the clothes stuff)
Word Count:Â 1.5k
Previously On...: Bucky saw you leave with Steve last night. He saw Steve leave your room this morning. And now he sees you wearing Steve's shirt. Of course, there's only one conclusion he came to.
A/N:Â A flashback!
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As soon as you and Steve got into the elevator to head down to your room, you were all over each other. Hands and lips exploring every inch of bare skin you could find. You barely managed to make it to your bed before you were unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the floor as your hands ran over his muscles.Â
âGod, Pocket,â Steve moaned as he sucked into the skin of your neck. âWant you so bad. Wanted you for so long.â
You didnât answer him, just moaned as his hand began snaking its way up your thigh to cup your covered heat. You stayed like that for a bit, kissing one another as Steveâs hand rubbed against your sensitive clothed flesh and you palmed him through his pants.
âIâve been dreaming about this for so long, doll.â
The word, coming from Steveâs lips, froze you, your entire body tensing up as though youâd been caught doing something you werenât supposed to. Sensing your loss of enthusiasm, Steve pulled away. âCalling you âdollâ was a mistake, wasnât it?â he asked, running a hand through his sandy hair.Â
Coming back to yourself, you put your face in your hands. âIâm so sorry, Steve, I canât do this. Youâre drunk, Iâm high as fuck⊠it would be a huge mistake weâd both regret in the morning.â
Steve sighed, repositioning himself to sit up against your headboard. âPart of me says âfuck, letâs make a mistake,â but the part of me that I know Iâm going to listen to knows that youâre right. Besides,â he added, âas much as I loâ care about you, I donât want to hurt Bucky.â
âUgh,â you groaned, hitting your head against the headboard with a crack, âdonât say his name. I donât want to think about him.â
Steve readjusted his positioning so he sat facing you. âWhat the hell happened between you two, Pocket? One minute, youâre both the happiest Iâve ever seen you, and the next youâre screaming at each other from across the conference table.â
You turned to face him, skeptical. âYou act like he hasnât told you everything already,â you said, not buying his âI know nothingâ act.
Steve shrugged. âHe hasnât. When the two of you started dating, he and I, we, uh, we made a promise that we werenât going to talk about it, about the two of you.â
You rolled your eyes. âOh, cool, so you just acted like I didnât fucking exist?â
Steve looked abashed. âNo! Not at all; Iâm sorryâ I should have worded it better. What I meant was, we didnât talk about your relationship. Bucky knew how I felt. He loved you too much to step asideânot that I ever would have asked him to, anyway! But he didnât want to rub it in my face, so he kept it private. He didnât want to cause me pain.â
You snorted âWish he would have afforded me the same courtesy,â you grumbled.
âWhat happened, Pocket?â Steve asked again.Â
You thought about it for a moment, torn between wanting to share the truth with someone who cared enough to ask, but also wanting, in a weird, sick way, to protect Bucky from having his best friend think any less of him. But you didnât owe him anything anymore.
So, you told Steve everything.
You told him about the weird way Bucky had fixated on Jadeâs profile when Tony had first presented it, how he had made so many sweet promises to be the best goddamned boyfriend, yet had broken them again and again.Â
You told him about Jadeâs increasing demands on his time, and how he couldnât seem to say no to her, his claims that he was only interested in getting to know her as a friend because of their shared Hydra history.Â
You told Steve about the sparring match you witnessed, the intense, almost sexual energy between them, and the way other agents had picked up on it. About the way he left you, alone and forgotten at Central Park. How he stopped in the middle of having sex with you to answer her phone call. How you begged him to understand how it was making you feel, but he promised you there was nothing there, that you were being irrational.Â
You told him about that horrible night when heâd brought Jadeâs kinks into your bedroom, and the words heâd spoken because she told him thatâs what she liked to hear. And you told him about what you found in his texts, about what happened between them on the Russia mission, how he had come home after and made love to you, had lied to you, betrayed you. You told him everything.
When you were finally done, Steve stared at you in silence for a moment. Eventually, he spoke: âI⊠I had no fucking idea, Pocket. I am so, so sorry.â
You shrugged. âItâs my own damned fault,â you said. âI should have never even slept with him in the first place. I let him break my heart over and over again, because I loved him so fucking much, and I was so scared of losing him. I did this to myself.â
Steve gently (for him, at least) knocked your shoulder with his own. âHey,â he admonished, âstop that. Youâre not the one who lied, who cheated. God, I canât believe he would do that to you. He had the most perfect, amazing girl, and he justâ Sorry.â Steveâs cheeks turned a shade of red. âIf it makes you feel any better, I donât think he loves her, or has any real feelings for her, not the way he does for you, anyway.â
You tilted your head. âIt actually doesnât, Steve. I could almost understand it, if he loved her. You canât help who you fall in love with. But, if he did all this, without having any real feelings for her? It just means that he didnât actually give a shit about me, doesnât it? He was willing to give up everything we had, willing to break my fucking heart, for someone he didnât really care about.â
âI donât think itâs that simple, Pocket,â Steve said with a sigh. âIâm not making excuses for him, but Buckyâs been through literal hell. More than weâll probably ever know, because there are things he just wonât share, and there are things his psyche remembers, but his waking mind never will. I know that, with Jade, Bucky thought he finally found someone who could truly understand all the trauma heâd been through, all the agony. Itâs one thing for him to tell you or I, but we can never really get it. I think he came into this looking for a friend, and she was looking for something entirely different.â
You thought back to the suspicions Sam had voiced after the disastrous mission that had left Rhodey so gravely wounded. âAre you saying you think she has some kind of ulterior motive here, Steve?â
Steve looked at you, puzzled. âNo, of course not. I just meantâ I think she saw him, and she wanted him. I did end up watching the security footage from her tour, you know.â He smirked at you. âI heard what she said about him. I think that she saw an opening, a way to get close to him, and she took it. She used it to do whatever she could to drive a wedge between the two of you, and push him closer to her.â
âHeâs not a puppet anymore, Steveâ you spat. âHe has agency. Heâs responsible for his own actions.â
âI know,â Steve said placatingly. âIâm not saying he isnât a complete dumbass. He made some terrible decisions. Iâm just saying I think he had some bad influences working on him that may have pushed him in a certain direction he never would have taken without them.â
âIt doesnât excuse anything,â you told him, crossing your arms over your chest. âIt just means I canât trust him. That he doesnât deserve me.â
âIâm not arguing with you, Pocket,â Steve said. âIâm just⊠Iâm just trying to understand where he was coming from, why he would do something like that, when I know for a fact he loves you. Wants to spend the rest of his life with you.â
You scoffed in an attempt to hold back the tears that you were afraid were on the way. âWell, he sure has a fucked up way of showing it,â you said with a sniffle.
âHey, come here,â Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. âItâs okay. Let it out. This is a safe space, you donât have to put on a brave face for me.â
And you didnât. You let yourself cry all the tears youâd been trying to bury inside of you since you read those horrible text messages. You cried for what you had, and what could have been. And Steve Rogers, beautiful, amazing friend that he was, held you through it all, despite the fact that he was in love with you, and you were shedding tears for another man. He held you late into the night until you both drifted off into a fitful sleep, though for two entirely, very different, reasons.
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JK Live 4 October 2023
21:01 or 9:01 pm KST
cr./To all the creators of the media used in this post.
I was waiting for this, and kind of expecting this to happen, lol.
He said he'd be live at 9 pm. And yes, you can say, it's unintentional, a coincidence, but I say NO.
Both JK and JM have shown us over the years their attention to the numbers, the dates.
Starting the live at 9:01 was intentional.
9/1 or 1/9, however you look at it!!
Let's talk about the live, why don't we?
It was definitley an interesting one.
In a gist, JK shut down (well tried to) the whole Mingyu shipping shit. He most definitley shut down TKKs. I actually kinda, maybe (not really), felt sorry for them.
He listened to all the members songs, with certain degrees of favouritism and certain degrees of, well, not...
He drank. Like a lot. I think maybe someone needs to fill him in on the secret that alcohol does have calories. Yes, whiskey might not be as bad as beer on that front, but drinking as much and then not eating cause he's dieting... well, not the healthiest choice. And this is not, god forbid, me mothering or smothering him. His health is important for his performance (he says that himself), not to mention, man is constantly hungry. Eat more, is what I'm saying.
He once again demonstrated his neuro-divergency (that whole clean up session he had in the kitchen, lol).
He showed us, again that's it's all about choices.
He got pensive and serious at a point and said some very important things, which I will, of course, discuss here in my post.
He is super tired, but really struggling to sleep.
He is fighting so hard to drop the cute image, but man, it's just imbedded in him. He is so cute!!!
And he is so genuine.
He is genuine.
Let us begin our journey into JK's almost 1.5 hour live (yep, we are back to those, lol).
He starts out telling us he just got home from the company, and that he hasn't even prepared his glass (of drink) - kind of solidifies my belief that the 9:01 pm starting time was meaningful and intentional, because then he goes and prepares his glass and drink.
He invited us to have drinks with him, so as he's preparing his own drink he tells us to fill up our glasses as well, lol. Throughout the live he has 3 highballs, and by the end of the live admits he's kind of drunk. Which is not that surprising given he is drinking on an empty stomach (as high as his tolerance to alcohol may be).
He explains he came on Weverse on the 4th and not earlier because of his solo album announcement. Golden. Makes a toast with us to celebrate it. And he talks a little about it as well.
He tells us how Golden represented him after debut. We know him as the Golden maknae, he mentions I think GC (which for some reason they translate as golden chest and not golden closet, maybe because whoever is translating isn't aware of golden closet, who knows...), how he wrote a poem called Golden (the one JM went all gushy about, if you recall), And also "this moment is like a golden period for me." - Golden hour perhaps? Kind of fits with his choice of lighting for the live as well. Just saying.
And there you have it!!!
And after seeing this, go back and take another look at his concept photo...
The album includes 3D and the clean and explicit versions of Seven. 11 songs on it, which means we will get to hear 8 new songs!!!
He also explains how he thought he would release an ep and somehow it became a full album.
He didn't give too much info (well, he couldn't of course), but told us the title track has a performance and he's practicing, like A LOT. He wants to do well and is giving it his best. He also lets us know that the title song is a hard one and will be awesome!! I do hope this one is not a collab though (just my own wishes here). He is confident we will like it, and says we can look forward to it. I know I am.
He's complaining about how his body isn't the same, he's exhausted. Well JK my man, you wanted to be a adult, and us adults, we grow old too, lol...
He says "there is nothing that is making me stressed out, I am just tired." Now, that could be meant about the album being released, or the performance he's preparing for. But it could also be more...
He says he's keeping his voice down and wanted to be calm and have "older bro vibe", lol.
He wants to go with older bro vibe. Appear to be more mature? Since his full album is coming out?
Ok, so I'm going to say this here. The translation is somewhat off and wacky. I felt this with JM's live on 1st September with some of it, and I feel the same here as well. The whole golden chest thing, the "I'm keeping the weight down" when he's talking about the older bro vibe, and more... It feels like a. whoever is doing this doesn't know JK too much (the golden chest is a big clue), and b. are they just translating literally and not the actual sentence meaning?
JK shares with us how tired he is, how he's still having trouble sleeping, that he practiced real hard today and that his upcoming schedule is hellish. I can only imagine. He's really worried, "will I be good at this?"
Now, let's stop here for a second shall we? Didn't he just minutes before tell us he's not stressed out? So, perhaps that wasn't about the album and promotions at all? Perhaps that was more about the white noise shitshow that was going on in the background? Telling us that isn't bothering him, all while now sharing with us that what he is worried about is if he'll be good enough, do well enough with his performances?
He shows us he got an IV today, needs to replenish himself, yet he hasn't eaten. "I have to take care of my body too". Yes he does. But at the same time he says he has to lose weight. It kind of frustrates me, but then again, this is their reality, as idols. I just wish there would be less pressure on them in that aspect.
He reads a comment telling him to do well, says he will.
And then this:
Ok, so thing is, please raise your hand if you actually do believe the commenter was asking JK if he loves Taehyun of TXT.
No show of hands I see.
Lmao.
Nah, when this happened I didn't have the comments on and in any case wouldn't have been able to read them, not knowing Korean. But I kind of felt like maybe whoever wrote it wasn't Karmy and misspelled it perhaps? And then I saw this.
So here's the thing. If this was a misspell, makes sense that JK was maybe blissfully unaware of the intent of the comment.
But if this was indeed spelled out correctly, I kind of have my doubts he didn't read it right, especially given he says it twice before answering. And he's off telling us about TXT Taehyun. Whom he spoke with on the phone that day. He's so well mannered and cute, while being an old soul. Ok, here we go with another Taekook ship, lol. JK spoke to someone - must be something going on there. No wonder the man is so damn tired... Seven days a week seven sets of sheets... (eww... NOOOOOOO). No, but seriously, did we know that Taehyun was a good friend of JK's? No we didn't. Now we do.
Not seeing it doesn't mean it's not there!!!
It's funny how JK runs himself down constantly. Like the man is so intelligent. Perhaps not book smart (which is why he keeps saying he's not smart), but not everything about life is learnt from a book, and his emotional intelligence and artistic intelligence are next level. But he keeps running himself down, and I kind of feel that sometimes fans only hear or see that of him, instead of seeing his art and listen to what actually comes out of his mouth when he starts speaking about the deeper things.
Again, the "I'm Jungkook's girlfriend" comments. Ugh yuck. Like shut the fuck up already. But he just brushes it off. Reads it, asks what they are doing at this hour and snickers.
Comment "I really love you a lot". JK "I think I love you more". This is once again JK cementing just how great his love for army is. He will talk about it more later too.
Look, man loves army. We can't even start to understand the connection he has with army, given his whole career, starting out at such an early age and going through all the struggles that they went through to get where they are right now, feeling that it's because this sense of loyalty and love that army have for them. So yes, he loves army.
And another idiot in the comments asking JK to take off his shirt. Of course these people are flooding his comments. Funny how his reaction is:
Yes he giggles, but he's uncomfortable. And asks why they even said that. "It's embarrassing".
Happy that he called them out. As if it will help though.
JK shows us his Vogue magazine, the hip hop concept, which he says he liked the most.
Ok, so this was maybe intentional (I kinda feel it was), maybe not, but cute none the less.
He talks about how the comments are lagging, slow, and says:
and then he thinks for a second, eyes looking to the side (mind working), and goes:
Kind of random, don't you think?
Coming up with the 13 seconds lagging.
And happening to end up with 10-13. đ€Łđ€Ł
So, he started the live at 9-1 and now we have 10-13!!!
I'd say, either this was intentional (him stopping to think might just hint to that) or the man has 13 etched on his brain. 13 and 10, which is kind of coming up very soon...
Next JK talks about the TikTok he deleted.
Now here's the thing. On Stationhead JK said he saw the trend and wanted to do it. Not a word about doing the opposite of the trend. Going "the other way". JK isn't saying he didn't want us to see the clip he uploaded (which kind of might have been what was understood from what he said in Stationhead, and maybe that's why he's clarifying here). He says he wanted his TikTok to be for dancing and that's why he deleted. He also seems to be happy that army had seen it and spread it around regardless of him deleting. So, he wanted us to see it, but better it not be on his TikTok. And the thing is that he posted it to start with. He knew that army will catch it and spread it. He knew!!! And he wanted us to. I don't know how to articulate this properly to make my point clearly, but the whole thing screams Queer coding to me. I talked about it in a previous post, and I stand by my words.
This wasn't about doing something silly and then regretting and deleting. This was about posting something with a message, and then deleting because it couldn't stay up on his account ("as long as it's not on my tiktok"), but relying on army to catch it and spread it around.
"Let's talk in English", reading out a comment...

The Nah, though, lol.
"English is so difficult", he says in English, lol.
Talks about how the comments are slow and the responses in Stationhead were immediate, and then, out of nowhere he's going...
Puiriri...
Well, he actually does this during Like crazy as well.
Nope, not JM on the brain what so ever...
"Korean is sexy"...him going with that's right, Korean is the hardest language... He actually talks about how the translations from English to Korean differ from translator to translator and how interesting that is. True about the opposite way as well, seeing the difference in the structures of both languages.
"You want to see me laugh?"
Funny, the original translations were "smile if you're real". Either way, he's hilarious.
I can't with him. LMAO.
Prepares drink no. 2.
Again, this man doesn't want to be called cute, but he's so damn cute, lol. Like how can you be preparing this alcoholic drink and still be so cute about it? Lol.
No tequila or champagne for JK.
"You want to have a drink with me?"
JK: You already all know it.
Why does it feel like JK is talking about so much more than just knowing his address is up on YT?
"You want me to call out my address? But you really can't visit me." Boundaries set once again. With a smile. But set none the less.
Plays a song he tells us he was recommended by one of the dancers while filming 3D MV. 21 by Gracie Abrams.
Says we'll be like this today "let's rest". How you can call what he does later as rest I have no idea, lol.
He shows us where he shot the TikTok clips, the corridor. Shows and explains a little how he does it.
Does a little clean up sesh in the kitchen. The way he was rearranging the bottles and utensils, while on live, was that intentional? Was it just his neuro divergency, getting distracted perhaps? Idk.
Asked if he ate, asks "what will I eat?" in English and tries to say something else or thinks maybe he didn't say it properly initially, but gives up, lol.
Then someone askes to hear Hobi's song. And JK is happy to go put on Jhope's song, saying he misses him. đ
Says "Arson", twice, but then plays "More", lol.
Ok, so this is where we start with listening to the members songs, and I do have something to say about this.
JK plays 2 of Hobi's songs, and puts on a show.
If this is JK resting... Lol.
Sure he's tired...
After Hobi, JK plays Tae's Slow dancing.
Then stops the song, sits down saying how tiring have to rest and then says "Let's go with all the major songs for the members".
And guess who's next... one guess allowed... Of course you know the answer to that.
He has Like crazy playing twice in a row and then SMF pt. 2. He really LOVES SMF pt. 2. You can tell it means A LOT to him. Not that LC doesn't, but I feel that emotionally LC is harder for him, while SMF pt. 2 is cathartic (for JM and as such so meaningful to him as well).
He's all playful with LC.
We have this as well...
And at some point wants to do something, walks off camera looking for a prop, I guess, only to come back deciding it's a no go - won't be fun (me sitting here dying to know what he was up to).
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The whole bottle empty during LC.
He moves on to Jin, 1 and a half songs, RM (3 songs) and Suga (2 songs).
Point being, the only member that gets only 1 song played is Tae. Ouch. The only member to have the same song played twice - JM.
So, let's talk a second about the whole Like crazy playing twice. Cause Idk if you get it. He listens to Hobi and then Tae's Slow dancing, then says "we have to listen to all the members", cause he ain't falling into the TKK trap, and he plays JM. Cause, of course it would be JM. But here's the thing. Each one of them was on a specific playlist. When he played a song it continued to the next song in line. Hobi he said Arson, but actually played More (which was interesting within itself), and then it went to On the streets. RM same, went down through his album, Suga the same. But not JM. He played Like crazy, and then following it, him not moving from his chair or changing the songs or going to play it again, it played it again. Same version. In the album Like crazy is followed by SMF pt. 2 (which did follow the second time LC played, and he did listen through that too). So my question is what kind of playlist JK has for JM? Does he just have these songs going on repeat? He gets up to stop it just at the end of SMF pt. 2, and I can't help but wonder what the next song would have been? SMF pt. 2 again maybe?
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Of course he still remembers the choreo.
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He talks about Jin and Super Tuna, how he's wild and that side of him is why the team is so bright. He really loves him so, and misses him.
"I miss my members".
Prepares drink no. 3.
The whole ceremony around the drink preparations... he's so funny.
He makes a comment about Jin's MV while looking towards where his whole music playing set up is. So, this is YT he's playing from? Which means these would be YT playlists? Which means he watches LC on repeat? I mean, who could blame him really?
Gets up to change the playlist to RM's songs.
While Flowerworks is playing he reads a comment and says:
"Did Mingyu cut his hair?"
Now, we know they saw each other later that night, getting together with others as well, but JK once again draws the lines here. He's a good friend definitley. Someone he hangs out with, of course. But knowing if he cut his hair... meaning being in constant contact with him or more than that, as there are some that might think... nope.
Ok, time to get serious.
He starts to talk about the members songs, their "colours are so different", and then he's asked after resuming activities in 2025 what he wants all the members to do together? Turns down the music a bit to get serious:
Make an album, quickly come out to see army, first priority of course. From the moment they get back together to find the way to come out as quickly as possible. "We will do Bon voyage...we will do In the soop..."
Stops, gets up to turn down the volume even more, and this is when you know he's delving even deeper, and getting even more serious. Sits down and continues...
Ok, I'm really not sure this is about the solo activities. He talks about that further on. I thought this when I first heard this during the live, and although the wording is slightly different I still think this is JK is sending us a message. They love us, they love each other. They will be coming back and they will be giving it their all. But that said, they will also have their own personal lives. Setting the stage, perhaps? For relationship announcements? Marriages on the way? He told us that he wants to make us happy, but to do so we have to understand that he deserves happiness as well. Is this one step further in that direction? yes their focus is on army, but with all of that they will also have their own personal paths.
He continues about them wanting to "look awesome" in front of us, or want to give us strength,
He knows what his top priority is, and he hopes we know that we are the reason. For real.
He continues to talk about coming back in 2025, releasing a song, saying it will be approx. 2 years.
They mustn't forget there are those rooting for BTS. Train, release an album, tour.
They will have to meet army around the world.
This is interesting:
They will reveal by doing shootings and "let your ears get pleased and let you watch our shows". Stories
"BTS is this kind of team". That is what they will show.
And what members each want to do, they can do that later. Him making clear that their first priority is the comeback as BTS.
Number one priority is about the group, and he makes sure we understand that this is not only him speaking but also true for every single one of them.
Again, army's importance to him. This isn't acting or being false or fake, this is genuinely what he feels. When said in a comment that army are because of BTS he corrects them, sets things straight: BTS are here because of army!!
And then this happens:
"Jeon Jimin?" he reads out a comment.
Now, I understand people think it's disrespectful because of the meaning it has in the West but the fact that in Korea people don't change their names after marriage. Thing is, Karmy nor JK, for that matter, really find it offensive? He doesn't even take it that way. To him it's someone putting their two names together, I'd say just like Jikook or minkook or kookmin. Nothing more nothing less. And he chooses to read it out. He could have just left it, but he decided to read the comment out.
This is when he remembers he has to play Suga's songs too, lol. Playing Haegeum.
"How can all the member have such different tastes in music? Isn't that fascinating?"
I love it that he feels that way. I love it that he knows how talented he is (especially knowing how he runs himself down intellectually). I love that he knows and appreciates the rest of the members talent as well. They are all different, and yet all outstanding each in their own way.
And not only does he see that in them, he also attributes his own growth as a person to them.
JK tells us how Yoongi told him off for not doing the Haegeum dance challenge, repeats it a couple of times too, how he was upset about it, lol. So he says he will do it. A little late, no? And he makes sure to make it clear that it won't be soon either. But it will go up on his TikTok.
Toilet break time.
Comes back, finishes up his drink and stops Amygdala to play Seven and 3D before he ends his live.
So, he chooses the explicit version of Seven. Sings along. Admits he's a little drunk and for now will stop drinking. Emphasis on "for now", lol.
Now, while he's playing Seven someone asks for him to play Slow dancing.
Once is enough, thank you very much!! Lmao. He just keeps shutting them down. It's also the way he says it, the intonation. Sound annoyed, lol.
Says he'll play 3D and say his goodbyes, which he does. Sings along to 3D as well, ad-libbing at the end, kind of wondering if this is something we will be getting in his live performances. It does feel like he chooses to sing certain lyrics while not others, in both Seven and 3D.
Then he says his goodbyes, to look forward to the album, to know that he is always thinking of us, to have a wonderful night and day and thanks us again .
So that's it. JK's live. Missed these lives of his, as exhausting as writing these posts are, lol. This is Jungkook. Cute and funny and serious and sincere.
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