#I would’ve gotten home at like 12 but the guy who was supposed to relieve me was late and man…

[tariah23]

That fact that I’m just now settling in my bed…. It’s 2:22 am man.

[constilationn]

Fire and Rain || Part 12

A/N: SUPRISEEEE, this is it guys! after months of planning and then weeks of delays (my bad), the last part of fire and rain is here! Guys, I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it and please, please do leave me feedback it is so greatly appreciated!!

Rating: T 

Warning: naughty words 

Summary: You find yourself with Poe once more but this time, maybe he’ll realise you’re more than a technician 

Part 11 🔥

As it turned out, it was not like riding a bike. 

Flying around the base with Poe by your side was very different from crossing systems by yourself. You were such an idiot, you hadn’t figured out an entrance plan or an extraction. Hell, you didn’t even know where the man was. You’d turned into Poe: jumping into a situation with no preparation and hoping for the best. Usually you were so cautious, so organised. You never would’ve done this before Poe. The only thing that drove you towards him this time, was pure fucking passion and it pissed you off to no end. 

You regretted a lot of things as you flew over the Royal House of Naboo, landing almost gracefully in the loading bay. You weren’t the best pilot, granted, but the dirty looks thrown your way as you crossed towards the Gungan High Council house made it seem you’d killed everyone in sight by the time you’d landed. 

You stepped across the threshold into the Gungan High Council, watching carefully as you were tracked across the building towards the desk that sat at the front. “Hi.” You shot the women sitting behind the desk a sweet smile. 

She barely looked up, focused on the book in front of her. “Business or pleasure?”

“What?”

She looked up, bored. “Business or pleasure?”

You shrugged, what did you class Poe as? You shivered thinking about that night in the desert, berating yourself for thinking about him like that. You rolled your eyes, this stupid man had you brain in knots and he wasn’t even here. “Pleasure, I guess.”

“You guess?” She sighed, folding her hands in front of her as she fixed you with a frustrated expression. 

“Listen,” you leaned across the desk. “I think my boyfriend’s cheating on me.” The women shifted on her seat, moving forward in interest and by the glimmer in her eye, you knew you’d caught her. “I just need to know where he is,” you wiped a tear you’d forced from your eye. “Please, he’s got dark curly hair, beautiful brown eyes and the sharpest jaw you’ve ever seen.” The women started to nod slowly and you gave her a relieved smile, your mind reeling from how easily the words had rolled off your tongue. “Do you know where he is?”

The women put her hand gently over yours and you rested the urge to snatch them back, remembering you were supposed to be some sort of inconsolable girlfriend. “I saw him heading to the Royal House of Naboo a few hours ago, anyone that goes anywhere passes through me. If you hurry you should be able to catch him.”

“Thank you,” you pulled your hand away from hers as quickly as you could, wiping nonexistent tears from your cheek. “Thank you.”

You turned on your heel, leaving the Gungan High Council in search of Poe. You couldn’t begin to imagine what Poe had gotten himself into. The very fact he was in The Royal House of Naboo, probably unarmed and definitely irritating everyone within a ten meter radius, spoke volumes. 

Your boots echoed across the marble floor as you scanned the foyer. What once had been the pride and joy of Naboo had been turned into a museum; preserving the pieces of history that didn’t quite fit anymore. There was no logical version of events that would leave Poe stranded in the middle of a museum on the very planet he'd run into trouble not so long ago.

“Hey!” The voice caught you by suprise and you snapped back to attention, spinning on your heel with fists clenched and heart racing. “Thank god you’re here.” 

Your mouth fell open. Actually, physically fell open as Poe’s eyes met yours. “What are you doing here?” You hissed. 

“Me? Why did it take you so long?” You gave an indignant scoff, still gaping as he pulled you towards him. The touch of his skin on yours made you crazy.

“You pissed me off.” 

Poe looked down, guilt dancing in his eyes. “I know. I know I fucked up.” 

You wanted to scoff, to hit him; to hate him like you were supposed to. But you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t bring yourself to despise him, not when he was standing in front of you looking at you like that. You eyes softened, “No. I did.” 

“What?” 

“I wasn’t thinking. I jumped to conclusions way too quickly.” 

Poe nodded, unsure if he could reach out, touch you the way he wanted. “I swear to you, nothing happened.” 

“I know.” 

“Sorry?” 

You laughed softly. “I know. I ran into Jessie the other night. Turns out you turned her down.” 

“Sweetheart,” he looked up, slow, cautious at the use of nickname. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

You shook your head. “I know. I panicked. I told you everything that hurt me. I told you what destroyed me and for a second I thought you’d done exactly that.” 

Hurt flashed across his face. “I didn’t.” He replied flatly. 

You frowned, his toneless response bothering you. You’d come to Naboo to rescue him, to tell him that you were in the wrong. “Can blame you me?” You fired back, angered by the offense he’d taken. He couldn’t expect you to trust him, could he? Not after everything that he’d put you through. Not after his reputation on the base. Surely he knew what people said about him? He’d created that persona, hadn’t he? Why shy away from the truth? 

How many questions until you drove yourself crazy?

“I know what people say.” He murmured and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “I know how they see me.” 

“That’s not my fault.” 

“I’m not saying it is.” His reply was quick and you looked down sheepishly. Of course it wasn’t your fault and he’d never accuse you of such, so why were you jumping to conclusions? Why did you want everything to go so horribly wrong? Was it some last resort to try and save yourself? Your survival instincts were beginning to show and it was most certainly going to be your destruction. Unless you fixed it. Unless you showed him that he was wrong. “I know I took who I wanted when I wanted. I know that.” He took a cautious step towards you and your eyes flickered down to where your hands met. “But I’m telling you now that I want you. Sweetheart, all I ever wanted was you.” 

“Poe...”

“Please,” and your name was falling from his lips like a prayer. “I want you to believe that. I need you to believe that.” He looked like he was about to drop to his knees and beg for you. You had no idea where the sudden display of emotion had risen from. Poe Dameron was not the kind of man to beg for a girl when he could get anyone he wanted. 

“What’s this about?” You asked gently and he knew what you meant. He seemed needy, desperate, for you and whilst you certainly didn’t mind the sudden show of commitment, it wasn’t typical Poe behaviour. 

“I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.” He mumbled, “I was all cocky and confident but the minute I realised I couldn’t get home was the minute I realised I’d lost you.”

You looked down. Obviously he knew he’d fucked up but did he really think that you wouldn’t come for him? Did he really believe he meant that little to you? “Didn’t you think I’d come for you?” 

Poe stayed silent and you nodded, tears threatening to spill over. Then, quietly “I knew you would.” 

Laughter fell from your lips and Poe grinned broadly as tears slipped down your cheeks. And then he was stepping forward, his hand cupping you cheek as he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Because Poe Dameron may not have lived life slowly, but he certainly lived it by your side.

[srhlsx]

CHAPTER 11

master | ch. 10 | ch 12

You didn’t know how to react or what to do.

The match ended when the cannon of an ace from Shiratorizawa sent a rocket right past the Seijoh blockers. Oikawa and Watari had both dove for the ball to save it, but in the end they were just centimeters away. You watched from your seat up above, hand covering your mouth in shock, as the boys in teal and white fell to their knees on the floor, their fists clenched in pain and anger. The team in purple huddled together, slapping one another on the back and cheering happily.

Your stomach turned over in sickness but you couldn’t look away from the sad scene in front of you. You chewed at your thumb, unsure of what to do next. You saw that the Seijoh cheering section was clearing out and you decided to wait and avoid the crowd before moving.

When you finally got down to the main lobby some time later, you of course ran into the team in purple and white and had to stop yourself from obviously turning around and walking the other direction. You looked directly at the tall red-head, a smug smile on his face when he saw you.

“Sure you want to stick around with those guys?” He called out, cupping a hand around his mouth for added volume. A few of his teammates turned to see who he was talking to, the boy with bangs sputtering a little. “There’s plenty of room on our bus for you to ride~”

Your upper lip curled ever so slightly at what he was suggesting and you sent him a sickly sweet closed-lip smile. Initially you started to wave back at him but quickly flipped your raised hand around and extended your middle finger. “Eat my ass, Tendou.” You called back, earning a few alarmed glances from the spectators that were still around.

“Some day!” He replied, biting his lip and watching you as he walked backwards, being pushed away by the ashy-haired teammate.

You turned back around and easily found the Seijoh team walking out of the locker rooms, solemn expressions on all their faces. They looked tired, worn out physically and mentally from the two-zero loss they suffered. They were close games, but you had a feeling that in their minds close wasn’t enough. You saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi towards the back of the group and in a moment of confusion, you almost didn’t know who to go to first.

“(y/n),” Oikawa greeted, his tone was sad but he put on a smile for you anyways. Iwaizumi snapped his gaze up to you, locking eyes then turning away abruptly which stung just a little. You understood though, he didn’t have the best of games and you didn’t want to bother him more.

You reached up and brushed a few locks of hair away from Oikawa’s forehead, a pout on your face and you looked into his eyes to try and read the situation. “What do you need from me?” You asked.

He looked a little taken aback at your question. He was expecting you to compliment him, tell him that he played well; he was expecting to hear everything he didn’t want to hear. He let out a relieved sigh and leaned ever so slightly into your touch that had reached up to him. He didn’t want to be told he was perfect for once, he wanted to be left alone.

“Honestly,” He sighed, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling it away. “I need to be alone. I need to go over tape and I need to go for a run.”

You nodded, you hadn’t really expected to be with him or any of the team members whether they won or lost. Of course, you had been hoping it would be because they were celebrating together. “Okay,” You mumbled, a sad smile aimed up at him. “Please ice your knee some? I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“We wouldn’t miss it. Text me when you get home.” He said, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the top of your head before walking away to return to his team. 

Your eyes followed him and landed on the wing spiker who was waiting for his captain. You looked at Iwaizumi sadly, a brief thought flashing through your mind that you wish you could comfort him too, but there was no time or place for that. You wanted to shove those lingering feelings down, way down into the deepest part of you so they could be ignored. 

So you stood there alone as the boys left, unsure about what to do next.

- - - - -

“Oikawa! Iwaizumi!”

Both boys looked in the direction of their names being called. They saw the tall figure of Kindaichi, their first year middle blocker, waving at them excitedly from a few rows above where they stood. They climbed the steps and slid across the seats to sit down next to him, greeting one another with a variation of handshakes that boys always seem to do.

“Kiko told me (y/n) said you guys were coming,” Kindaichi said. “Pretty grateful, I didn’t really want to be alone.”

“If we knew you were coming we would’ve picked you up,” Oikawa told the younger boy, settling into his seat and looking around the packed space. They were back in Sendai Arena again, but it looked completely different from when they had been there the day before. 

Rather than volleyball courts set up on the floor, there were barriers blocking off a single large rectangle right in the middle. On one side, below where the boys were sitting, there was a designated judges table. Scattered around the outside there were cameras, photographers, and what looked like officials of some sort. The boys had never seen anything like it and were not embarrassed to admit it was impressive.

Kindaichi reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Opening it up, he showed it to Oikawa and Iwaizumi so they could read over it. “Kiko gave me instructions,” He laughed, pointing at the neatly written list of notes. “She said it’s really important that we cheer for them at the right times because it hypes up the crowd and the judges notice that.”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi both looked over the handwriting, noting they were in fact strict instructions, and getting a laugh out of them. Iwaizumi read out loud, “When to cheer: A boy’s guide to dance competitions.

When they do something particularly athletic or aerial 

When they do something with a lot of attitude

Whenever there is a solo--”

The list went on but the boys seemed to get the idea. “I think I’ll just cheer when everyone else does,” Oikawa mumbled, handing the paper back to Kindaichi who nodded with wide eyes. He then turned to Iwaizumi with a teasing grin, “All these pretty girls around, maybe we’ll finally find you a girlfriend, Iwa?”

The comment earned a hard elbow to the ribs, making Oikawa cry out dramatically. Iwaizumi couldn’t voice the thought that flashed through his head. The fact that if Oikawa had asked any other girl to fake date him, Iwaizumi would have said no to coming to their club event. You were here. He wanted to see you. 

Your team was on deck for the next group routine to perform. You saw a few nervous faces in the group you stood with, but you weren’t overly concerned. After the dead weight had dropped off, your confidence in the team you led grew immensely and you were sure they could perform under pressure. You saw Kiko spacing off just a little bit and you were wondering if she was looking for Kindaichi in the crowd. You reached out and tugged at the strap of her costume, letting it snap back against her skin very lightly but enough to get her attention. She blinked a few times and looked at you, you smiled and tugged at her cheek teasingly as she blushed.

You stood as a group in the designated waiting area, stretching and preparing for your turn, when your school name was called and it was time to start. Walking out together, you all plastered on the smiles that the judges adored, fluffing your hair a little as it fell down your back, and got into the first position of the routine. 

The music blasted through the speakers of the arena clearly and you felt it pound in your chest and you all went through the motions you’d spent hours perfecting. It was a hip-hop contemporary routine, so the moves had to be clean and precise each and every time. And they were.

Up in the stands Oikawa, Iwazumi, and Kindaichi all watched with the same enthusiasm as if they were watching Olympic volleyball - it was amazing, captivating, and very exciting.

Iwaizumi cheered whole-heartedly along with his teammates when he was supposed to, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time. Whether you were in the front making a solo statement, your hair flipping around in a way that made his stomach drop, or if you were just in the back doing moves with the rest of the team. It was clear you were the leader, and he didn’t want to miss any of you.

The way your black spandex, accented with teal and white, clung so closely to the body he had once gotten familiar with made him want to go back to that night that wasn’t so long ago. He could remember how you moved beneath him in ways that made his mind drift with thoughts he probably shouldn’t be having. Your movements were athletic, meticulous, passionate, and powerful - and they made his mouth suddenly feel very dry and his chest clench painfully. 

God, did he want you so badly in that very moment. The realization was alarming to him and he hoped he did his best to hide his emotions.

When the competition was over, and Seijoh took home awards in almost every event they performed in, you and Kiko managed to find the small group of boys who were your own private cheering section. You smiled genuinely at them, carrying your many bags filled with clothes as you walked up to them.

“You were amazing!” Oikawa cheered, spreading his arms wide. He ruffled your hair affectionately and smiled down at you. “Wasn’t she so great, Iwa?”

You looked over to Iwaizumi who stood next to Oikawa with his hands in his pockets. You saw the slightest flicker of a spark in his eyes when they caught yours and you nearly wanted to pass out from the feeling it gave you, a shock shooting straight through you in a familiar way like it did that night you shared with him. “Yes,” He agreed. “She was amazing.”

“Here, Kindaichi, take a picture of us!” Oikawa motioned to the phone you held in your hand, which you handed over to the first year and then settled together with the two third years.

You stood between Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Oikawa’s arm draped around your shoulders in the same way he always did. You pulled your own arms back and looped them around both the boy’s waists, pulling them close as you aimed a wide, genuine grin up at the camera phone. You felt Iwaizumi’s arm snake around your own waist, gripping the supple flesh right above your hip tightly, not unlike how he had handled you in your bed. 

His grip was under your warm up jacket, so no one would’ve been able to see how tightly he held you, but you felt it. You felt it down to your core.

[dexfsoul]

Tongue Tied {Johnjaeyong} Pt. 2

Pairing: Johnny x Taeyong x Jaehyun

Summery: Jaehyun's finally decided to confess. Johnny and Taeyong have as well.

Word Count: 3k 

Part 1

Taeyong was way too hyper to have just gotten off a thirteen hour flight. Jaehyun was doing his best to keep the boy entertained by listening to his mindless chattering, adding his input every now and then. Johnny had passed out in the backseat soon after climbing in the car, his light snoring being heard behind Taeyong's enthusiastic voice.

"And I met this friend of Johnny's, Noah," Taeyong rambled, studying for Jaehyun's reaction. "He has two girlfriends and the girls are dating each other as well. I've heard of relationships like that before, but I've never seen them, it's interesting. What do you think?"

If Johnny were awake he would've slapped Taeyong across the head for his lack of subtlety.

"I don't know," Jaehyun shrugged, trying to keep his composure, "If it makes them happy then who cares really?"

Jaehyun wanted to slam his head against the steering wheel. Why'd Taeyong have to bring that subject up the day Jaehyun was planning to confess.

"Well yeah, but I was more so asking how you personally feel about it. Would you be in a relationship like that?"

Jaehyun gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, "W-What?"

"Tae," Johnny suddenly hissed from the backseat, "Can you quiet down? And stop questioning Jaehyun, he's trying to focus on the road."

Taeyong caught the warning, but he was never one to listen to others.

"What are you? His mom?" He scoffed.

Johnny rolled his eyes, "I just don't think now's the right time."

"I'm his friend too, you know. I can talk to him without you policing me."

"I'm not trying to police you," Johnny softened his voice upon seeing Taeyong's pout.

"Sure seems like you are."

Jaehyun wishes he could say he wasn't used to this, but sadly this isn't the first time the couple had a quarrel with him being the subject.

"Tae," Jaehyun cut off the banter before it got heated. "We're here, order your food."

Thankfully Taeyong was a lot calmer after his stomach was filled. The rest of the ride was relatively peaceful, Johnny and Taeyong had kept their bickering to a minimum, and Jaehyun was more than relieved when the two older boys fell fast asleep. 

The clock read 12 A.M. when Jaehyun finally pulled into Johnny and Taeyong’s driveway. Taeyong’s food cravings had made them a little later than they were supposed to be, throwing Jaehyun’s plan completely off track. What was he thinking? They were probably exhausted and didn’t have the time nor energy for Jaehyun’s pathetic confession. He would tell them tomorrow, or maybe the day after that, or the day after that, or maybe just not at all, that would be cool, right? 

“Jae?” 

Jaehyun jumped in surprise, being too caught up in his own thoughts to notice the other two boys moving around. 

“You okay? You seemed a little out of it there,” Johnny reached forward from the back seat and caressed Jaehyun’s hair in a soft way that made Jaehyun completely melt. 

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just tired,” Jaehyun excused, not exactly lying. 

“Why don’t you stay with us tonight?” Taeyong offered, smiling mischievously at Johnny who smiled back at his boyfriend’s quick thinking. 

“Sure, if you’re really okay with that,” Jaehyun answered nervously, his eyes shooting between the couple. 

“Of course we are, let’s go straight in. We can grab our stuff in the morning.” 

Jaehyun allowed himself to be led in by Johnny, feeling too nervous to move on his own. This was his chance, he could stay the night, confess in the morning, and if things went badly, take his leave. 

Johnny smiled upon seeing Jaehyun’s far off gaze, thinking it was tiredness. This side of Jaehyun was one of his favourites. Usually Jaehyun was calm and mature, he liked taking care of others, and would go out of his way to do that. Some times, however, when Jaehyun felt tired, anxious, or sad, he would become very baby-like and helpless. Johnny also knew, from the few times he had taken care of him when sick, that Jaehyun craved affection when he wasn’t feeling his best. 

Johnny ushered Jaehyun into the elevator, Taeyong following behind. Taeyong was rocking back and forth on the heels on his feet in excitement, from both being home again, and their upcoming confession to Jaehyun. How he managed to constantly have that much energy, Johnny would never understand. 

Jaehyun felt as if his insides were crawling around. Despite Johnny being one of the reasons for his nervousness, he was also Jaehyun’s best friend, so naturally, Jaehyun leaned against him for comfort. Much like Jaehyun naturally leaned into him, Johnny naturally adjusted so that Jaehyun would be more comfortable. 

Taeyong smiled at the sight, he both envied and loved the natural flow between the two friends. Everything went so smoothly between them, Taeyong could only wish for a connection like that. He just didn’t notice the way that Jaehyun’s pinky hooked perfectly around his upon seeing the pout on the older’s face. 

They definitely looked crazy to the couple standing in front of the elevator when it opened, all three of them practically cuddled up, but they didn’t care. Nodding to his neighbors, Johnny led both the boys to their apartment. They could all feel the tension once the door had been shut. Taeyong had snuck his hand into Jaehyun’s at some point, and upon looking down, Jaehyun gained a weird sense of confidence. 

“I know it’s late,” Jaehyun started, his brain not even processing his words before he said them. “but I want-no, need to talk to you guys about something.” 

Johnny and Taeyong looked at each other with shocked expressions. 

“We actually had something we wanted to talk to you about as well,” Johnny responded, “but it might take awhile, and it’s already late, so we should get changed into something more comfortable first.” 

The two younger boys agreed, following Johnny into his and Taeyong’s bedroom. Johnny picked out some clothes that would fit Jaehyun, the younger disappearing into the bathroom despite having changed in front of both the other boys before. 

“What do you think he wants to tell us?” Taeyong whispered. 

“No idea,” Johnny shrugged, pulling a large T-shirt over his head. 

“You don’t think-” Taeyong paused, pulling on one of Johnny’s shirts as well. 

Johnny smiled upon seeing his boyfriend drowning in his shirt and motioned for him to continue. 

“Well, what if he’s dating someone, and he wants to introduce us?” 

Johnny hadn’t thought of that. Honestly, Jaehyun hadn’t dated anyone since they’ve known each other, not that he knows of at least. Johnny recalled, with blushing cheeks, that he had been Jaehyun’s first kiss. Running a finger over his bottom lip, he wondered whether he had been Jaehyun’s only kiss. Selfishly, he hoped so. 

“I really, really hope that’s not the case,” Johnny sighed, hopelessly. 

Jaehyun stood in front of the bathroom mirror blushing deeply, obsessed with Johnny’s smell surrounding him and the way his shirt was a little too big on him. Jaehyun was tall, standing at 180cm, but he loved feeling small and Johnny made him feel just that. Even though Taeyong was shorter, he somehow made Jaehyun feel tiny as well, with his constant babying of the younger. 

When Johnny said that him and Taeyong had something to tell him his first thought was that they were getting married. Strangely, he was at peace with this. He’ll confess, they’ll say that they love each other and they’re getting married, and Jaehyun will be the best man at their wedding. A little dramatic, but whatever, the tiredness had finally caught up to him. 

He strutted out of the bathroom with false confidence. Taeyong and Johnny were already in the living room, speaking in hushed tones. They went quiet once they noticed him walk in. Jaehyun cocked his head, but ignored their strange behavior. He walked in front of them and took a seat on the floor in front of their coffee table. Crossing his legs under him, he laid his arms on the table and rested his chin on the backs on his hands, looking up the older boys with expecting eyes. 

They melted at the sight. Johnny had the urge to reach out and pet his hair, but refrained when thinking of the possibility of Jaehyun being in a relationship. He realized, quite harshly, that their affections might have to stop if Jaehyun has a boyfriend or girlfriend. Johnny’s boyfriend didn’t mind them being affectionate, but well, now he fully knows why. 

Taeyong also had the same urge, he however, didn’t consider Jaehyun’s fictional relationship, and outwardly cooed while running his fingers through the boy’s soft locks. Jaehyun hummed, nuzzling into Taeyong’s hand. Johnny pinched Taeyong’s thigh to get him to focus. The pink-haired giggled lightly before pulling away from a hazy Jaehyun. 

“Do you guys wanna go first?” Jaehyun asked. 

“No, you go,” Taeyong answered quickly, covering it up with, “It sounded important.” 

If Jaehyun was in a relationship they wanted to know before stupidly asking him to be in a relationship with them. 

“Ah okay,” Jaehyun chuckled nervously, leaning back to the palms of his hands. “Where do I even start?” 

He pondered for a second. If he was gonna confess he might as well tell the whole story, he could blame it on the exhaustion in the morning. 

“Do you remember the day we met?” Johnny nodded, of course he did. “I do. I could never forget it, because I swear that’s the day I fell in love with you.” 

His bluntness left Johnny breathless, he stayed silent, wanting to hear every word that Jaehyun said. 

“I was head over heels from day one, but I never said anything cause I didn’t feel like I stood a chance. Well, except for that time you took my first kiss, that was cruel of you Johnny Seo,” Jaehyun sneered, but Johnny knew him well enough by now to know that no cruel intentions stood behind it. 

Johnny unintentionally let his fingers ghost over his lips. It had been years, but his lips had never lost the feeling of Jaehyun’s. Taeyong’s eyebrows rose at Jaehyun’s words, that was new information to him. 

“We never mentioned it again, but I can’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I try. And then we met you,” Jaehyun’s eyes wandered over to Taeyong, the older shrinking under his gaze. “You and Johnny started dating, and I wanted to hate you. I wanted to so bad.” 

Taeyong wanted to apologize. To apologize to both of them. His insecurities were correct, they loved each other and Taeyong had gotten between them. 

“But I could never hate you, because the more I got to know you the harder I fell. It’s bad enough to be in love with your best friend, but your best friend and his boyfriend? That’s a whole different level, but that’s the truth. It’s crazy, but I’m in love, with both of you.” 

Johnny was absolutely speechless. Taeyong had the opposite, and possibly worst, reaction. His hands shot to his mouth in shock, and after hearing Jaehyun’s final sentence he broke into a grin, small giggles following soon after, then full out laughter. He laughed in happiness, at the craziness of it all. Needless to say, he wasn’t good in these situations, but in his defense, he had never been confessed to like this before. He fell against Johnny, shaking his shoulder in excitement. The older snapped out of his shock and smiled as well, trying to cover it with his hand. 

“He’s in love with us,” Taeyong grinned, Johnny’s own grin growing more at the reminder. 

Their moment was cut short by a hurt voice ringing out. 

“Are-are you laughing at me?” Jaehyun’s hurt expression sent glass shooting into the hearts of the older couple who scrambled over to him in a panic. 

Johnny got to him first, letting out a pained hiss as he hit his knee on the corner of the table. He quickly pulled Jaehyun into his side to reassure him. Taeyong literally clambered over the table and plopped down on Jaehyun’s other side with a painful thud. He threw his legs over the younger’s and scooted closer to the two. 

“We weren’t laughing, it’s just-” Taeyong broke out into another grin, slapping a hand over his mouth, he flopped onto his back, nudging Johnny with his foot so that the older would continue for him. 

Johnny instead grabbed onto his ankle and yanked on it, “I think it’s time we told him what we wanted to talk to him about.” 

Jaehyun was utterly confused and slightly hurt. The laughing stung a little, but he guessed it could’ve been worse. 

Taeyong finally composed himself and sat back up, motioning for Johnny to continue. 

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” 

Jaehyun almost fainted. 

“I- fuck, I never thought I had a chance either. That night I kissed you, it was purely on impulse, but I never regretted it. Okay, I did feel extremely guilty about taking your first kiss without your permission, which is why I never brought it back up again,” Johnny smiled shyly, “I liked Taeyong when I first met him, and I thought after some time I would stop loving you, but it never happened. Instead I fell in love with both of you.” 

Jaehyun didn’t have time to fully process Johnny’s side of the story before Taeyong started telling his. 

“I was head over heels the moment I met both of you. I was in paradise those first few months,” Taeyong sighed, back to dramatics, and sprawled out on his back. “Flirting and crushing on the two hot best friends. When Johnny asked me out, I was over the moon, but also upset cause no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t lose feelings for the cute roommate I had. Soon I started to notice the weird tension between you two and it wasn’t hard to put two and two together. Strangely, I found out that I really didn’t mind my boyfriend having feelings for another boy, as long as that boy was none other than Jung Jaehyun. I kept quiet about mine and Johnny’s feelings for you because it was just easier that way honestly. We could be in a relationship and still show as much affection for you as we wanted. I guess I didn’t really consider how you may have felt,” Taeyong mumbles guiltily, “but I didn’t know how else it could’ve worked. Until I saw a poly couple while on YouTube. Even then I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Luckily Johnny’s friend was a great way to ease into it.” 

After Taeyong finished, all Jaehyun could do was flit his eyes between the two dumbly. 

“You two aren’t joking, right?” 

Johnny rolled his eyes at the younger and pulled him forward by his nape, their lips colliding. They had both been waiting so long for this, and now that it was happening it left them both wondering what they had been waiting for, as it was just that easy. Taeyong squealed as the two kissed, having a short fanboy moment. 

After pulling apart, Jaehyun barely had time to catch his breath before Taeyong pulled him into a kiss. Johnny’s heart swelled as he watched the boys- his boys, giggle into each other’s mouths. Jaehyun’s dimples were prominent and Taeyong’s soft pink hair fell across his forehead, they looked so soft, so happy. Johnny was happy, suffocating in it as he felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Something inside of him had been filled as soon as Jaehyun had said he loved them, and it’s about to make him burst. 

Jaehyun and Taeyong’s make-out session was interrupted by Jaehyun yawning cutely. 

“Tired?” Johnny questioned, smiling at the way Taeyong and Jaehyun nodded simultaneously. 

“Let’s get to sleep.” 

The three stood, wincing at the soreness in their legs from sitting for so long. Johnny once again led the way, stopping once he noticed that there was only one person following him. He turned and saw Jaehyun standing in front of the long couch, rubbing his eyes. They always kept a blanket and pillow on the couch for when Jaehyun stayed over, but now Johnny figured they should move the pillow to their bed. 

“Whatcha doing?” Johnny questioned, loving the way colour flushed to Jaehyun’s cheeks. 

“Going to the couch,” Jaehyun stuttered, “That’s where I’m sleeping tonight, isn’t it?” 

“As if,” Taeyong scoffed, stomped back over to him, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him back to where Johnny stood waiting. 

Jaehyun stood at the bottom of bed, not exactly sure what to do. Plus something was still on his mind, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without it being answered. Taeyong and Johnny climbed into bed, leaving space between them for their third to climb in. Glancing up, Taeyong noticed Jaehyun playing with his fingers at the end of their bed. 

Worried that they were making him uncomfortable, he spoke up, “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

Hearing Taeyong’s question, Johnny shot his attention to the youngest. 

“I’m sorry, but I just- does this mean we’re like?” Jaehyun didn’t finish the question, too scared to bring up the word dating or boyfriends. 

Luckily Johnny caught on, pulling him onto the bed with them, “Yes, I’ve waited long enough to call you mine, I’m not waiting any longer.” 

Now having his question answered, and being more than satisfied with the answer, Jaehyun climbed between the boys, facing Taeyong and having Johnny instantly wrap his arms around him. Taeyong snuggled up to him as well, bumping their noses together. 

After a moment of peaceful silence, Taeyong pouted, “He is coming with us on the next vacation, right?” 

The other two couldn’t help but to laugh at the pink-haired’s question. 

“Of course he is,” Johnny answered, “We might die without our boy there.”

[kimshavacado]

Dead Heat Ch. 3

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage/Mafia AU

Summary: Three extremely powerful families with enough power to bring down entire governments, all with vastly different views on how things should be run. The Min family thinks everything can be solved with money, the Jeon family think everything can be solved with violence, and the Kim family relies more on thought which leads to a lack of action. When Kim Y/N loses her father, she only has one way to save herself and her family. But it involves having to give herself over to a stranger. How the hell is she not supposed to punch him in his stupid rich face?

Dead Heat Masterlist

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hello again lovely readers! I didn’t expect for the cliff hanger to be so tempting, but even I had to know, so here’s the next chapter. It’s not quite as long, but has some damn answers. Also, I’m about as capable as an 80 year old when it comes to technology, so I’ll tag people when I figure out how to later today.

Chapter 3: Some Damn Answers

Jimin isn’t who you think he is Y/N.“

What a dumbass thing to say. 

“What the hell are you taking about? I know him better than anyone! Don’t act like you do, you haven’t even talked to him before!”

Yoongi looks to the ground and let’s out a sigh before turning his head back up to you,  and you could’ve sworn you saw a bit of desperation in him. 

“Go upstairs to my study. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

At any other point in the exchanges between you two, you would’ve told him to screw off and stormed out. However, you notice the change in him. The way he looks at you is not like a man who has lost an argument. Instead you see guilt on his face. How could a person like him be able to feel such a thing? You quickly decide that it doesn’t matter. Neither does your previous goal. Jimin matters. Your real family matters. So, instead of storming out the front door, you silently go back the way you came from. 

When you reach the hall connecting the bedrooms and study you suddenly remember the guard you’d “accidentally” incapacitated. You are beyond relieved when you find the floor outside your bedroom free of unconscious bodies. You figure he must’ve gone to tattle on you or something. It’s not really something to worry about so you continue down the hall towards the study. When you inch open the door, you mentally prepare for what you’ll find. But, it isn’t what you’d expected at all. It looks like… a study. Fully furnished in wood, it’s quite a use of space. Bookshelves along the sides, a large desk, a few chairs, and even a tasteful rug make the room seem like the personal office of a regularly adjusted human being, which threw you off a little bit. It was a pretty cozy aesthetic. You sat yourself in one of the large chairs and waited for him to join you. 

It was more than a few minutes. After about 12 minutes you got bored enough to get up and look around his study. He wouldn’t like you snooping, but then again, he shouldn’t make you wait so long. You take a look at his bookshelf and note his love of classics. Strange. There’s an old photo sticking out of one of the books just asking to be seen, so you slip it out from between the pages to find what looks like a family photo. Even stranger. Yoongi can’t be more than five years old, and his parents look young, specifically his mother who seems to be smiling brighter than anyone else. 

What you see in his childhood eyes is pure joy. That seems like it was a happy time in his life, and it makes you wonder what happened during the past couple of decades that changed that. You gently put the photo back into place, being careful not to leave a trail, and continue snooping. Propped up between the end of one of the shelves and a wall is what looks like a keyboard with a stand that’s been collapsed down to conserve space. Who is this guy? Does Min Yoongi have some twin with a different personality?

You’re about to examine the keyboard further when you notice rows of files peaking through an open drawer in his desk. How convenient, don’t mind if you do. They’re filled with names, titles, projects, and nonsense until you notice one labeled “Kim.” Now you are aware that many people share the surname, but you’re also intrigued by the fact that this file is one of the few yellow ones while almost all others are white. You pull the folder out onto the desk hoping to find some damn answers about something. You open the cover to see the first page only to gasp loudly. 

“Shit…” you whisper. 

It’s a picture of your father after he died. He supposedly died of a heart attack, but it certainly didn’t appear that that was the entire story. Not when there’s blood coming out of his head. You can’t bring yourself to look at it any longer so turn the page hoping to figure out what the hell it was that you just looked at. You find a medical form if some kind. It looks like they tested his blood, maybe? There’s a list of chemicals you’ve never heard of and some are checked and highlighted. 

“Oh shit.” You say, a bit louder this time. 

He was poisoned. Even you could put that together.

Directly after that you find extremely detailed accounts of every assassination made on him. In this section you also find an account of an attempted kidnapping of his daughter, you. While reading through it, you recall the night when your home was broken into by a single man. The psycho snuck into your room and chloroformed you. You didn’t struggle for long until you blacked out. When you woke up, you heard that he wasn’t able to escape with you in the end. He got away, but you stayed safe. However, safe was far from how you felt after that night. Nightmares of his face plagued your dreams for weeks. Often, the only times you slept during those nights were when Jimin came over and stayed with you. Your mind temporarily flashes back to what Yoongi had said about him before you continue through the pages. 

In the rest of the folder you find more images of your father, but from when he was alive. They were from about a week before he died and there were photos of him with everyone he had contact with, even you.

Think, why would Yoongi have stalker photos of your father leading up to his death as well as multiple detailed explanations as to how he was killed wrapped up in a neat file in his secret study? You look down and see the next yellow folder when the door suddenly opens. 

“Sorry, the meeting-” Yoongi cuts himself off as you two look at each other like deer caught in each other’s headlights. After a beat passes you grab the first available weapon, an old fashioned letter opener, and point it towards Yoongi. He immediately raises his hands in order to not provoke you. 

“Woah, hey I don’t-” He stops yet again when he sees exactly what you’ve gotten ahold of. 

“Care to explain?” You more demand than ask.

“Look, it’s not what it looks like.” You scoff at this. 

“What does it look like Yoongi?”

“You think I had your father killed, I didn’t.”

“Well you’ve got about 60 seconds to prove it.”

“Same drawer, it’s labeled ‘Jeon.’ A yellow folder just like that.”

You reach down for the other folder that you saw earlier. It’s thicker than the first one, which is no surprise based on the label. If there first one seemed violent, this one was bound to be gruesome. You cautiously open the cover and examine the first picture. The letter opener falls out of your hand as you grasp the page to get a better look. Even seeing the horrid post-death pictures of your father didn’t compare to the shock of what you faced in this photo.

The head of the Jeon family was there along with his son and a few others, including two very clear, very familiar faces. The chloroforming psycho and the boy sitting next to him, Park Jimin.

A/N: Okay maybe not all the answers yet, but hopefully more to feed off of. I’m leaving the country next week so I’ll try to get as much content out in the next few days as I can!

Next Chapter

@badbyeyoongi

[t0ngue-tech]

Touch Me

“‘Hey.’ You said softly and sat up to gently rest your hand above his knee. ‘Do you want to try it too?’“

↠good ol’ SMUT↞

word count: 4.5k

↠oneshot↞

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUNSHINE! holy crap i almost didn’t upload this today bc busy T_T but tyj i found the time! and what better way to celebrate than with smut :D i love hoseok so much. my precious angel. i hope you all enjoy this ^-^

There were no words to describe how you were feeling at the moment. Relieved? Overjoyed? Exhausted? Hell, nothing could ever describe the feeling of completing every final for college classes. All of the stress and late nights were finally over and now it was time to welcome the long-awaited time of the year: summer break.

You were more than ready to wake up after 12 noon and not worry about being late to a class. This also meant you were able to go out with your girlfriends without having the did I have any assignments due thought in the back of your mind. Summer break was the epitome of freedom for college students and after all the stress you’ve gone through, you were determined to make the best of your break.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to fly back home because of financial circumstances but luckily your family understood. You worked in the main office on campus, so you needed to make sure you looked for a summer job.

Jung Hoseok, a friend you easily connected with in your zoology lab during your second semester was your knight in shining armor.

“My uncle owns a restaurant a couple of miles out of town, so I work there every summer. I can totally hook you up with a waitress job.”

“Hoseok. You’re the best!”

“Damn right. Also, you can totally stay at my apartment! It beats staying at the dorms anyway.”

He was right. Staying at the dorms during summer would’ve been lonely, especially since your roommate was going back to her hometown.

Your promised yourself to make the best of your summer break and so far it was going all according to plan.

↠↞

“I swear, some people are just straight up ridiculous.” You exclaimed stepping off the elevator at Hoseok’s apartment complex.

“Was it that bad on the floor tonight?” Hoseok chuckled, slightly offending you.

“Yes. Some lady was complaining that an item was taken off the menu and I explained to her that it was for limited time only. Then she asks to speak with the owner—I bring your uncle in and he explains the same thing. And do you know what the lady says?!”

“Enlighten me.” Hoseok unlocked his door and you brushed passed him, walking backwards whilst you finished your rant.

“‘Alright, I understand. I wasn’t told that.’” There was utter rage in the way you tossed your bag onto the sofa. “You’re lucky you were working the register tonight.”

Hoseok laughed and opened his refrigerator. “You sound like you need some alcohol. What will it be?”

“Anything strong. I’m so over tonight.” You laid on the suede cushions and rubbed your temples. You were grateful for having a job and a place to stay, but nights like these made you want to throw in the towel and purchase a ticket home.

“Here you go my lady—jack and coke.” Hoseok placed the caramel colored glass bottle on his coffee table along with a liter of soda. Alcohol was very much needed.

Hoseok switched on the tv and joined you on the sofa after pouring up a shot for the both of you. After a quick toast, you weren’t sure how much more shots you took after that. Hoseok handled his liquor better than you and there had been multiple times where you called him to escort you back to your dorm because of one too many drinks.

Your body felt light and your vision was a bit hazy, but you were still aware of what was going on. You were crouched beside Hoseok who looked interested in whatever was playing on the tv. He went from pouring up shots to mixing the drinks so that you could slow down on your drinking.

Hoseok was an excellent friend, someone who you could rely on and someone you could flirt with shamelessly without it being weird. There was no doubt in your mind that you found him attractive, but nothing ever pushed you to want to start anything with him.

“Hoseok.” You breathed out. “Can you get me a shirt to wear? I feel hot in this stupid long sleeve shirt.”

He snickered and ruffled your already tousled hair. “Anything for you.”

Five minutes hadn’t pass and Hoseok was already returning with a t-shirt in one hand and something that appeared to be a polaroid.

“I grabbed one of my shirts from on top of my dresser and this fell from beneath it. I’m assuming it’s yours?” He sat down and handed you the photo. You stared at the photo for no longer than ten seconds and you easily recognized the boy sitting beside you.

The picture was taken about two years ago considering the color and length of your hair. The boy in the photo was much taller than you and had faded blond hair and deep dimples. He had one arm draped over your shoulders and the other was holding a can of beer. You recognized the background and knew it was taken during a family party at your house.

“This, my friend, is Kim Namjoon.” You spoke slowly.

“Ex-boyfriend?”

“Oh god, ew! No, no, no.” You reeled back, disgusted. “He’s my best friend back at home.”

Hoseok nodded at stared at you gazing fondly at the picture. “Did you like him?”

“Not romantically.” You laughed. “He and I are extremely close and I haven’t seen him in two years. We contact each other from time to time, but he’s always busy with music.”

Hoseok snatched the photo out of your hand and intensely stared it. You studied his facial expression, but the alcohol was making it difficult to stay focused.

“Are you sure you two never dated? Because you guys look good together.” Hoseok placed the photo on the table and took a long sip from his cup.

“Hmm, is Jung Hoseok jealous that I have another guy friend that I’m close with?” You teased, hooking your arm around his.

“N-No. Of course not.”

You squinted at him and giggled. “Needn’t worry, my love. You have nothing to be jealous of. Sure, Namjoon is my best friend and all but I want to put him in a chokehold majority of the time.”

“Why is that?”

“He’s way too touchy-feely with me.” You huffed and took a sip of your alcohol.

Your mind was flooded with both sober and drunken memories of evenings with Namjoon lying on his bed or in your living room when no one was home. The memories made you shudder, causing you to tank the rest of your drink.

“So you two were also friends with benefits?” Hoseok asked shyly.

“Nope. No sex, absolutely no sex.” You slurred. “Just… touching each other.”

He cocked an eyebrow at your and honestly, this was a topic you never spoke about, not even to your roommate but you put all the blame on the alcohol for making you feel risqué.

“He’d always want to touch my chest or make me touch his, you know.” Hoseok averted his gaze from you and nodded his head. You caught the adorable soft hue of pink of his cheeks and it only made you want to continue to spill your secret.

“The first time it happened, I adamantly refused to touch him and I didn’t speak to him for a week.” You laughed and scooted even closer to Hoseok. “After a while, I didn’t mind him touching me or me touching him. The moment never really lasted long anyway because despite how things were going, there was a line that he never crossed. Plus, he always complimented my chest.”

Hoseok was now staring at you, wide eyed and mouth agape. It was the alcohol’s fault for making you think that Hoseok looked extremely cute gawking at you. You were supposed to be feeling embarrassed about exposing yourself, but instead you felt confident about and encouraged Hoseok to ask questions if he wanted to.

“H-Has things ever almost gotten out of hand?” He whispered.

You swam through your thoughts trying to recall any moments where things were taken too far. “Hm, besides the usual touching, the farthest Namjoon and I ever went was probably me straddling him in his bed or kissing him just once when we were drinking.” You released Hoseok to pour yourself a shot and surprisingly, he didn’t stop you. “Oh! Or having his mouth around my nipples but that’s about it.”

“So he’s never uh-um—he never—“ Hoseok choked. It was obvious that asking personal questions about your somewhat sex life was making him nervous because you two never shared any details. The only things that were ever spoken between you two were I got laid last night or I think she wanted the D. Nothing ever explicit ever left your mouths in front of each other, but of course, you were feeling risky.

“Never what? Eat me out?” You smiled slyly at him. His face blushed crimson at your words and slowly nodded his head.

“Nope and just in case you’re wondering, I’ve never given him a blow job either.”

The room grew silent and while you nonchalantly sat in place, Hoseok fiddled with his glass and continuously cleared his throat. Was Hoseok always this adorable? Because all you wanted to do was kiss away the nervous look on his face.

“W-Wow. I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” He was trying to relax by leaning back on the sofa, but he caught your gaze and quickly looked back to the tv.

“Neither did I, but he’s the only guy I’ve ever done that kind of stuff with and it seemed casual—I don’t know. It isn’t weird to me.” You leaned away from Hoseok to put one of your legs on top of his thighs. He flinched at the contact and you couldn’t help but laugh at his cute reaction to something so simple.

Hoseok’s attention remained on the tv and you couldn’t stop staring at him. You always thought he was attractive, but it never came to the point where you had the sudden urge to climb onto his lap. Your body felt warmer and it wasn’t because you didn’t change into the other t-shirt, but because of remembering the feeling of Namjoon’s hands roaming all over your body. You glanced down at Hoseok’s hands that were resting on the denim covering his thighs. Would he want to touch you as much as you wanted to feel him? The thought of straddling his thighs and lacing your hands into his cherry red locks made your heart race. You felt bold and you weren’t sure how Hoseok would react, but fuck it, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Hey.” You said softly and sat up to gently rest your hand above his knee. “Do you want to try it too?”

Hoseok whipped his head to your direction. You loved the shocked look on his face, so you slid your hand up slightly higher. You watched as his breathing pattern grew quicker and more jagged at your touch. You didn’t want to force him, but deep down you wanted him to say yes.

“I-I don’t know, y/n. I—“ You watched silently as his eyes trailed from your eyes down to your lips. “But I’m not Namjoon. I-I can’t—“

With the way Hoseok was staring at you, you could tell he was practically undressing you with his eyes.

“I don’t care.” You whispered dangerously against the shell of his ear.

“You sure?” The wavering tone of his voice changed to something darker. His words struck a chord inside of you and pushed you to lift yourself up and settle your knees on either side of his thighs. One of your hands crept up to the back of his neck and the other to hold his face.

“Touch me, Hoseok.”

The seductive tone of your voice shook Hoseok down to his core. His hands disappeared from his sides and hesitantly crept up behind your thighs. You cursed yourself for not changing out of your pants as soon as you got home because you craved to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. You pressed your lips inches away from his ear and whispered, “touch me more.”

In an instant, you were now lying beneath Hoseok who had lust glazed over his eyes. Just as you did, he leaned down only inches away from touching your lips with his. “You do realize what you’re asking from me, right?”

“Yes.” You breathed, trying to close the distance between your faces but Hoseok smirked and pulled back.

“You’re a little drunk don’t you think?”

You huffed and reached as far as your could to unbuckle Hoseok’s belt. The room spun a little and your body a lot hotter, but his face was in focus ane you knew exactly what you wanted.

“I’m not drunk, Hoseok.” You said sternly. “I want you.”

That was all it took for Hoseok to dip down and capture your lips with his. The kiss was sloppy yet controlled. His mouth was hot and you tasted the trace of whiskey mixed with cola. The taste was intoxicating and with the way he licked the inside of your mouth and nipped at your bottom lip, your senses were going crazy.

Hoseok supported himself with one beside your head and worked to undo the first couple buttons of your top to expose the light pink patterns of your bra. He kissed your mouth and trailed down your neck, sucking lightly to elicit whimpers from you. The journey from your neck to the valley of your breasts felt excruciatingly long. He teased you by slowly kissing your skin and blowing a breath of air onto the wet area. If he were to keep moving at this pace, you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“Hoseok, hurry up.” You panted.

He looked up and kissed you square on your mouth. He then unbuttoned the rest of your shirt and pulled you up to have you flush against his body.

“Patience, y/n. It’s not everyday I get to have my hands on a pretty roommate.” The smirk he flashed you made you squeeze your thighs together.

Your shirt and bra were soon discarded and he had you leaning back on your elbows, letting out broken chants of his name as he circled his tongue around your nipple. Whenever things went down with Namjoon, your body automatically got excited, but the feeling was on another level with Hoseok sucking on your body. Maybe it was because he wasn’t Namjoon or maybe because it was with someone you never thought of doing sexual actions with, but you were overwhelmed with arousal and your mind was clouded with nothing but thoughts of Hoseok.

He released your nipple and attacked your neck with wet kisses. His slender fingers gently dragged themselves down the exposed flesh of your stomach. He traveled lower to the button of your jeans and popped it open in one swift motion.

“This has to go.” Hoseok whispered hotly in your ear. He sat up to slide your jeans off your legs and of course, he made sure to take your panties off with it.

Your core was soaked just by Hoseok leaving kisses all over your body. He stared at your with hungry eyes and peeled off his shirt realizing that you were the only one naked. It was your first time seeing his body this close and you were, no doubt, impressed. His body was toned and it looked perfect to leave little marks all over. Unknowingly, you licked your lips and Hoseok caught you. He laughed and knelt down between your knees.

“Like what you see?” You nodded, eyes never leaving his. “You said that Namjoon never ate you out.” Your stomach tightened as Hoseok made himself comfortable between your legs. He hooked his arms around your thighs and pressed his tongue flat against your entrance and licked upward in a torturous pace. “It’s such a shame. He doesn’t know how good you taste.”

“Mm, Hoseok..” you moaned, resting a hand in his hair.

Hoseok leaned back in, licking another stripe from your entrance to your clit. You bit back a moan as he continued eat you out, grip on your thighs tightening the more you moaned his name. You felt one of his fingers trace your core and right when you were going to beg, he slid his finger into you.

You sighed in bliss at the feeling, but the sigh quickly morphed into a pleasured moan as he wasted no time in fingering you. He slid another finger into you and sucked on your clit, making your stomach tighten even more.

With the way your gripped his hair and the breathy moans you let out, Hoseok knew you were at your limit. He quickened his pace and your toes were curling in pleasure as he continued to push you closer to your release.

Strings of curses and choked up pleas of Hoseok’s  name filled the air as you came. Your thighs were shaking as he kissed your skin, whispering the sweetest compliments. You couldn’t remember a time you came that hard with Namjoon or with anybody at this point.

Hoseok sat up to cup your face and mold his lips against yours. Unlike the previous kisses, this was a lot more gentle. The alcohol flavor was now faint and you were now able to taste the addicting sweet notes that were entirely Hoseok. He began to pull back, but you softly bit on his bottom lip and whined wanting to kiss him more. He cracked a smile against your mouth and gave you one more proper kiss before fully pulling back.

Hoseok held your face gently in his hands and kissed your forehead. You wanted him so bad and you were hoping he wasn’t going to stop just because he made you cum. Your heart pounded in your chest and you looked him dead in the eyes, “I want you, Hoseok.”

He smirked and fiddled with the button of his jeans in between his fingers. “Want what?”

You furrowed your brows a bit, obviously impatient from coming down from your high. You forgot all sense of control as you sat up on an elbow and reached over to undo his button yourself.

“Fuck. Me. Jung. Ho. Seok.” Lust dripped from each syllable and he wasted no time in attacking your neck with sloppy kisses. The rough feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against your soaking core was a different sensation, but nonetheless, turned you on even more.

He broke away from you completely and you missed his warmth. You watched him as he fumbled with his jeans, pulling them down his legs along with his boxers. His already hardened member sprung out and you were honestly surprised. You never imagined Hoseok naked and the sight of his toned body right in front of you felt like a dream.

Hoseok settled himself in between your legs with his cock just barely grazing over your center. Your breathing became jagged as you waited for him to enter you, but instead, he slowly ran his length in between your slick folds.

“Are you sure?” He asked and you quickly nodded.

“We’re currently roommates and once this happens, things could get awkward.” Those words sunk in for a split second because he was right. Doing this could ruin your friendship with Hoseok and you didn’t want that. He was an important person to you and you couldn’t imagine not being friends with him anymore because you had sex with him.

Or who knows, what something more than friendship sparks after this happens. Honestly, you were hoping for that option.

“Please,” you begged quietly. “Fuck me.”

Not even a second later, Hoseok prodded his tip at your entrance. You screwed your eyes shut at the feeling of him pushing into you, stretching you with his length. A low grunt rumbled in his throat, making you open your eyes to face him.

“You feel amazing.” He sighed, pulling himself about halfway out of you and then thrusting back into you.

Breathless pants left your lips and you gently dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Compliments from Hoseok raised goosebumps on your skin; constantly telling you how beautiful you were and how amazing you felt. He had one hand gripping your waist and the other held your face as you sucked on his fingers.

The pace Hoseok set was just right, making your toes curl in pleasure and the ragged pattern of your breathing made Hoseok want to fuck you harder. He grasped your leg and slung it over his shoulder to push deeper into you. A choked out moan dripped from your lips and Hoseok swore it was one of the most beautiful things he ever heard.

“Ah—ah! F-Fuck! Hoseok—h-harder..” You managed to say as clear as you could. The same tense sensation began to bubble in the pit of your stomach. All you needed was Hoseok to not stop so you could find your release.

He bucked his hips and granted your wish, fucking you into the cushions of his sofa. Your leg slid down to hang over his forearm and in that position, he hit your sweet spot perfectly. Your moans grew louder at the feeling of Hoseok pulling out and roughly slamming back into you.

“Cum for me, y/n. I want to hear you cum again.” He whispered seductively in your ear. His words only weighed in more pressure in your gut. Your arms made their way to his back. You needed something, anything, to hold onto with the way he was fucking you.

“Fuckfuck—Hoseo—ah—“ A sentence was barely formed as you felt yourself at the brim of cumming. You clawed at his sweaty back and arched your own, overwhelmed at the pleasure shooting throughout your body.

Hoseok kissed and sucked on your neck, constantly telling you how much he loved listening to you cum. He slowed down for your sake, letting you catch your breath. You were certain you were going to feel pain in your hips tomorrow morning, but god, you never felt this good.

“Just a little longer, okay?” Hoseok gave you another kiss and tugged at your thighs to bring you closer to him. You nodded and winced in pleasure because he was still hard inside of you.

“Am I being selfish for being happy that your friend didn’t see you like this?” He questioned with a sly smirk. He pumped into you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him.

“N-No,” you sighed. “I’m glad it’s—ah—it’s y-you.”

Hoseok failed to hide the smile that bloomed across his face. He leaned down to kiss your jawline, “I might want to do this again, you know?” Hoseok sped up his pace a bit just to hear you moan louder. “Will you let me?” At those words, his movements easily went back to his rough pace he had earlier and your answer was replaced with a delicious plea of his name. “Please say yes.”

“Yes, Hoseok, yes,” you said with no hesitation. Hoseok’s thrusts became rougher and it was obvious that he was close to his limit as well. The sound of skin slapping against skin intensified and the repeated chants of each other’s names remained in the atmosphere.

Not long after, Hoseok choked out a whisper of your name before pulling out and spilling his cum onto your stomach. As he jacked himself off, you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. You played with his tongue with your own and gently bit his lip. He gave you a sweeter kiss after he finished and instructed you to stay lying down. He scooped up his boxers and walked into his kitchen.

You laid there, still trying to catch your breath. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of faucet in the kitchen turning on. You were so sure that Hoseok fucked the alcohol out of you because the room wasn’t blurry and your vision was clear.

Hoseok returned with a warm rag and a glass of water. He wiped his cum off of your stomach and helped you sit up to take a drink of water. It wasn’t necessary, but he even helped you put on the shirt he got you when you started drinking.

“Sorry about your back.” You whispered shyly. Hoseok tried to whip his head around to take a good look, but it was obviously impossible to so it by himself. You chuckled and took a quick photo with your phone. There were long red marks dragging down to his mid-back and even small crescents behind his shoulders; thankfully it wasn’t deep enough for it to start bleeding.

“Nah, it’s alright. You sounded like you were enjoying it all, so…” Hoseok side eyed you with a smirk and you playfully shoved him with your foot. He quickly grasped your ankle and began to lightly graze the sole of your foot with his fingernails. Your laughter was also laced with screaming and begging him to stop tickling you. It felt as if it was going on for hours when it was happening for less than a minute. To your favor, he finally obliged and joined you on the sofa.

Before Hoseok parked himself back in between your legs, he remembered to help you put on your underwear. Even after everything that happened, you weren’t sure why you felt shy as he dressed you. He had seen your completely naked and yet you were embarrassed when he was putting some of your clothes on.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around your middle to rest his head above your stomach. Your hands automatically tangled themselves in his slightly damp hair. The world seemed to stop for that moment and the only thing that mattered was the boy resting in between your thighs.

“I was being serious about what I said, y/n.” He suddenly spoke, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

You brushed back his hair and his eyes fell closed at your touch. “I know. I was too.”

You caught the corners of his lips stretch upward before burying his face in the shirt. Your hands remained in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. It was crazy how the world worked because was probably the last person you would have slept with—not in a bad way, more so because you enjoyed your friendship with him.

You never realized how relaxing it was to have Hoseok so close to you. Stroking his hair and grazing his shoulder blades was almost therapeutic. It was crazy how perfectly your bodies molded together and how you felt this wave of comfort lying there with him.

“...summer…” Hoseok mumbled into the fabric.

“Hm?” You angled your head to check if he was talking in his sleep. At first, his eyes appeared closed but you noticed him blink. He removed one arm from under you to place his chin on his palm and he held you tighter with the other. You couldn’t help but smile at him with the way he gazed at you; almost like a gaze of longing.

“This is going to be an interesting summer.”

another side note: the part where y/n talks about the experience with nj is a true story LOL. no im not a fwb with my friend. we did not have sex. we only touched each other, but nothing more than that. reminder that only the stuff with namjoon is a true story. huhu. /face palms/

♡ rae