#I’m really sad I was yelling in my room alone like a crazy person

[night-triumphantt]

I don’t Care about the ships WHERE IS JINX

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Can we please get a part 2 of the Eliana fic it was so good I also felt crazy reading it

Here it is!! It's a bit short.

!TW! su!c!de thoughts

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Jordan hadn’t said much since Eliana woke up.

Keiko had left to grab some food, and Eliana knew that Aaron was outside so he wouldn’t disturb anyone while yelling at their parents over the phone. So, Eliana and Jordan were alone.

The thing is, Eliana knew why Jordan was so silent. Despite knowing that Eliana had an awful and abusive childhood, Jordan was unaware of one thing.

“. . . Did you ever try to. . . um. . . ?” Jordan trailed off, unable to say it.

Eliana was silent and still. And then she nodded, staring up at the ceiling. “I was in 9th Grade. I was 14 years old. Aaron was living on his own for a year by then, and he was the only person who cared about me, so I just felt so alone. I was gonna jump off the school’s roof, but I got scared and called Aaron. He talked me down and told me to stay on the phone with him until he got one of his friends to pick me up since he lived too far away. Mom and dad got pissed that I left school, and were more pissed that I tried to end my life. They called me ungrateful and satanic and pathetic. After that, I moved in with Aaron.”

Jordan said nothing for a second, and Eliana wondered if she was mad at her for never bringing this up in the two years they’ve known each other. Then Jordan took her hand, making her meet the black-haired girl’s eyes. Jordan had tears in her eyes, and Eliana wanted to apologize a million times. “And, um. . . did you. . . try any other times?” Jordan swallowed a lump in her throat, squeezing El’s hand. “Y-you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

Eliana felt her own eyes brimming with tears. She shook her head, but her voice broke as she admitted, “I thought about it a lot, though. But Aaron helped me get better.” Her tears started to spill. “What I said really was just because of the stress and fever. I am better now. You don’t have to worry, Jor.”

Jordan nodded, sniffing softly. “I know, baby. I know.” But she couldn’t help but quickly glance at the inside of El’s wrist, subtly trying to see if there’s any faded scars she’s never noticed before. There were none.

"I love you," Eliana said.

Jordan smiled a bit, leaning forward and hugging Eliana, kissing her forehead. "I love you, too."

— — —

El fell asleep, so Jordan decided to go outside for some fresh air. Only to find Aaron sitting on a bench out there with his phone clenched in his hand, head handing.

“Hey,” she said, coming up to him.

He looked up at her. “Hey,” he said back. “How is she?”

“She’ll be fine.” Her eyes went to his phone. “What did they say?”

Aaron sighed heavily, leaning back. “My dad said that this was clearly what she deserved for ‘embarrassing them’ yesterday.” He scoffed, shaking his head as he continued, “And my mom said that even if they wanted to come, they were too busy with a full day of sightseeing, spa treatments, and some other stupid crap.”

Jordan felt her blood boiling. How can those people be so heartless?!

Aaron looked at Jordan with a soft, sad smile. “Y’know, Eliana was always such a sweet kid. She was always making people gifts, smiling, helping others. . . Everyone would say she was just as kind as she was pretty. Our parents loved her. . . until Miranda told them that she’s lesbian. I remember I came home from hanging out with some friends, and I found her crying in her room without a shirt on, lying on the floor with bruises and bloody welts all over her back. She was twelve. And suddenly, because she wasn’t the perfect straight little Christian girl anymore, everyone hated her. She didn’t deserve that.”

Jordan felt like she might cry again. “Your family sucks,” she grumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Aaron chuckled at that. “Yeah.” He looked at her. “I’m really glad she met you. She really loves you a lot, y’know. You’re all she talks about.”

At that, Jordan smiled. “I love her, too.”

For a second, Aaron went silent. Then he took a deep breath and said, “I’m not sure if Eliana ever told you this, but I’m dating a trans guy. I met him last year. I love him so much, and I met his family and they’re all amazing. But I haven’t told my family about him yet. And that’s what I admire about El. She’s so much braver than I am about this stuff. Bringing you to that dinner? Probably one of the bravest things she’s ever done. I’m probably so much of a coward that I might never tell my parents about Nolan.”

Jordan placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re cautious, not a coward. And after meeting your family, it’s totally understandable why.”

Grateful, Aaron smiled at her. “Thanks.” He opened his arms, and Jordan hugged him.

They stayed out on that bench a little longer before going back inside. On their way back to the room, Aaron suddenly said, “Y’know what? Maybe I will tell my parents about Nolan. I could be petty as hell and text a picture of us on Hailey’s stupid sweet 16 party.”

Jordan couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “You think you’re ready for that?”

He shrugged. “Maybe yes, maybe no. But I’m gonna do it.” He had a look on determination that was so recognizable that Jordan couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Jordan said, nudging his arm with her elbow. “You and Eliana are just so alike. And you’re both brave.”

Aaron smiled back, looking happy because of the comment. “Thanks, Jor.”

[abiiors]

Do Me A Favour

yes, like the arctic monkeys song.

warnings: angst, just sadness. at least there's only 900 words of it.

White knuckles gripping the steering wheel, that’s his most vivid memory—something that he will always associate with today. White knuckles and the sound of a car door slamming shut. 

And the anger in her voice as she tells him to fuck off…

Two hours before as he sits outside thei—her house, eyes red-rimmed yet bone dry, he wonders how everything came to this. How did he suddenly wake up one day in a cold hotel room all alone?

The car door opens viciously, her scent fills his lungs once again and what would have once driven him crazy, nauseates him even further. 

‘Speak,’ she mutters as soon as she enters the car. Her tone is clipped and short, frigid enough to rival the arctic. 

He looks over her features; the same sparkling eyes, now filled with so much indifference; the same full lips, now pressed in a straight line. ‘Why are you so angry at me?’ It’s soft, whispered, almost as if it slipped out without him realising it. But she hears it regardless.

‘Why am I—for fucks sake, Matty, are you hearing yourself right now?’ she scoffs, then takes a deep breath. The meaning is clear to him. He’s not worthy of her anger, of evoking any emotions in her. 

‘Do me—do yourself a favour, Matty. Sign the papers, don’t make this harder than it has to be.’ She brings a hand up to her face to rub her eyes as if that would somehow make the exhaustion go away. And his heart stutters in his chest. 

The ring that once sat on her finger is gone. The ring that he used to caress and kiss lovingly, the ring that he put on her finger on the happiest day of his life, has simply been discarded. The only thing that’s left behind is a ghostly pale band the colour of death. 

‘You really want that?’ he asks stupidly. Of course, she wants that, his brain tells him, she wouldn’t get the lawyers involved if she didn’t. ‘You really want…’

‘What? For us to be over?’ she rolls her eyes and laughs mirthlessly, ‘we have been over. For a long, long time.’ The irony doesn't escape him that even in the middle of a fight, they still finish each other's sentences.

‘Don’t say that, darling…’ The nickname slips out—muscle memory, a habit that won’t die so soon, maybe ever. She doesn’t even register it, so used to him calling her that all the time. It’s some solace to him that she doesn’t. 

‘I understand you’re angry with me, I do,’ he tries to placate her, holds his hands up in surrender and then an idea strikes. It’s insane but he’s willing to give it a try at least. Willing to do just about anything at this point. ‘Punch me if it makes you feel better,’ he grabs her hands, coaxing them into fists, ‘hit me, break my nose, beat me black and blue yeah? I know you’re angry, I know–I accept every single thing you’re mad at me for—’

‘Mad at you?’ she seethes and wrenches her hand away so forcefully that she almost hits her elbow against the door. ‘Matty, this is not some stupid fight! I’m telling you it’s over and there’s no coming back from it,’ her voice rises higher but he refuses to take the bait. 

‘I know it’s not some silly fight–fuck, believe me, I know it’s not,’ he yells louder than her, and then in a softer tone, ‘but…but I know we can save this, I know we can—’

‘Stop!’ She holds up a hand as if that would physically stop the words from coming out of his mouth. Tears threaten to spill over as water gathers at her lower lashline. ‘You are still the exact same person, you know that? Taking me and my emotions for granted, you think if I hit you it will make all the hurt and pain go away? Or do you just want me to do something that would make me just as bad as you, huh? Worse still.’ 

There’s venom in her voice that he has never heard before. Words, rotten and foul that spill from her mouth. The same mouth, the same person who used to tell him how loved he was, how precious. 

‘I’m glad we never had children,’ she spits at him. ‘Although I don’t doubt “absent father” is a badge that would bother you. Being an absent husband clearly fucking didn’t.’

He flinches, unable to come up with a coherent answer. Heart cracking open and ready to bleed all over his car. 

A shadow of uncertainty crosses over her features for the briefest of seconds, almost concern, almost regret. But it’s swallowed whole by steely resolve. 

She furiously wipes at her eyes and places a hand on the door handle. ‘Don’t contact me again,’ her voice is firm, ‘my lawyer’s contact information is in the email.’ 

‘Wait—’

‘Goodbye, Matty.’

The door opens and thuds shut before he even registers it. The sound echoes with finality around the car, the final nail in the coffin before this marriage breaks down and withers away forever. 

He watches and waits till she’s back inside, waiting to see if she will turn around and wave goodbye, even if it’s forced; or give him a smile, even if it’s fake. But she simply slams the front door shut. 

His hand hovers mid-air, a half-formed wave, a pathetic goodbye.   

[evileyekabuki]

Mr. White & His Sugar Bunny

Summary: It’s a late night in Japan after a job the Bullet Club’s leader Jay White decides to celebrate at Yujiro’s Bunny Palace that’s when Jay meets his Sugar Bunny Kimmie .

Jay White x OC (Kimmie)

The Bunny Palace was surprisingly quiet, usually at this time of night the palace would be loud, crowded & chaotic. Suzuki Gun would be threatening or beating up some poor guy outside the palace just for either looking at them or looking at Miho, TMDK would be too drunk out of their minds to know what’s even going on, The BCC would be yelling about all the crazy shit that they do, the were all crazy in their own ways but they weren’t even close to Bullet Club. Bullet Club are the kings of Japan pretty much doing whatever they want without a care in the word because they ruled the world & everyone around them were just pawns on their chess board, they owned almost all of Japan they even own the Bunny Palace, Yujiro was the boss of course he was the main one who brought most of the girls in the Palace & gave us a home he treats us well & with respect most pimps don’t do that but Yujiro was different. Even though Yujiro was seen as the face & boss of The Bunny Palace it was Bullet Club behind the scenes, Bullet Club provided Yujiro to start. Bullet Club are the kings of Japan & everybody knows it & there ain’t a damn thing anyone could do about it. I was still new to my new life so I wasn’t familiar with Bullet Club personally like Yujiro & the other bunny girls were but that would soon change.

“God it’s so damn boring it’s too quiet it’s driving me nuts” Rhea complained annoyed about nothing happening like it usually would. “Rhea this is a good thing it’s usually so loud & crazy here shouldn’t you be happy that we don’t have to deal with crazy gangs tonight.” Pieter asked feeling relieved not having to deal with any chaos tonight. “Pieter that’s the reason why I’m here.” Rhea smirked. “Darling enjoy it while it last.” Toni announced dramatically appearing from the dressing room wearing her overdramatic 1950’s gown & robe. “The boys are supposed to be coming back tonight so the peace won’t last any longer darling Miho.” Toni said before drinking her martini. “Bullet Clubs coming?” Kimmie asked also appearing from the dressing room, Kimmie was the new bunny girl in the palace she didn’t start working their until 5 months ago, she used to be a member of the United Empire before she left…well before she ran away but starts a whole different story for another day.

Rhea walked over to Kimmie with a smirk on her face ready to tease the new young girl. “You haven’t met Bullet Club yet?” Rhea asked in a teasing tone all Yasmina could do was shake her head no to the older woman. “You’ve been working here for 5 months & you still haven’t met them aww poor baby” Rhea teased even more. “That is a little sad” Penelope laughed joining in Rhea with the teasing. “Leave her alone you’re making her nervous” Pieter came to her defense but Rhea was right Yasmina was nervous meeting Bullet Club the kingpins of Japan was terrifying she didn’t even know if she could handle it. “Kimi darling don’t worry your pretty little head they’re harmless” Toni told her to calm her anxiety. “Harmless my ass” Rhea whispered to Penelope causing her to laugh. “Are you sure I’ve heard the stories about them & they sound bad” Kimmie asked Toni unsure & still filled with anxiety. “Don’t question me child! How dare you!” Toni turned her back to her flipped her hair dramatically also dramatically putting on her expensive vintage robe & storming off. “Ignore Toni she’s in one of her diva moments” Pieter laughed. “I know that they seem scary from all you heard about them & their business but don’t worry when you get to know them they’re really cool you’ll be okay I promise.” Pieter was Yujiro’s girlfriend, she was kind, sweet but at times she could be a little dumb but bless her heart, she was the main one why Yasmina was here in the first place, She was walking with Yujiro one night from a date & she saw her alone in the alleyway alone, scared & terrified so Pieter would approach her telling her that everything is okay & she’s there to help, she was a kind soul & helped Yasmina to become the bunny she is today so Yasmina always trusted her. “Okay Pieter I believe you” Kimmie hugged Pieter for comfort & Pieter hugged her back.

That’s when Kimmie saw Yujiro greeting a friend at the front entrance of the palace & let him in, the man was wearing a black leather jacket with a Bullet Club Gold shirt, his hair was in a nicely tied man bun and was wearing shades to protect his eyes from the Japan lights. “Who’s that” Kimmie asked. “That’s Jay.” Pieter told Kimmie but Kimmie wasn’t listening she was memorized by Jay he was handsome she was almost hypnotized by him and to her surprise he noticed, he saw her looking at him all he had to do was smile that’s when he set his attention back on Yujiro. “Good to see you boss it’s just you tonight?” Yujiro wasn’t used seeing Jay come to the Bunny Palace on his own, he was usually accompanied with Tasmo, Tama, Kenta, Juice or the Gunns but tonight it was just him. “Yeah it’s just me how’s business been” Jay asked his longtime friend. “Business been better than ever I even got a new bunny girl” Yujiro bragged to his boss causing Jay to smirk. “New bunny girl huh” Jay smirked being interested. “Yeah her names Kimmie she’s a little naive & isn’t the smartest but she’s really sweet.” Yujiro told his boss. Jay looked around to see Kimmie at the bar whipping down the bar while making a drink & Jay loved the sight, she was beautiful & young, younger than him, he knew that that he was way older than her but that didn’t matter to him he just wanted to talk to her. “Yujiro imma be at the last booth & get Kimmie as my server for tonight, tell her u want a whiskey” Jay directed his intentions & interest to Yujiro which he would complied. Yujiro walked over to the young bunny at the bar “Sweetheart I got a client for you” Yujiro smiled. Kimmie looked at him intrigued & excited “Okay who is it” Kimmie asked interested. Yujiro didn’t say anything he just pointed over to Jay sitting at the last booth of the palace that’s when she became flustered & nervously. “Are you sure if ready I’m still new” Kimmie told her boss. “You’re ready also he wants a whiskey.” Yujiro said before walking away from the palace & exchanging a smirk between him & his boss before he went back into his office. Kimmie was fluster & nervous all to hell but still she grabbed her tray & the cup of whiskey to serve Jay White.

“Hi…um my name’s Kimmie & I’ll be your bunny server for tonight.” Kimmie smiled as Jay smiled back at her. “Kimmie that’s a beautiful name I’m Jay.” Kimmie went to shake his hand but Jay took her hand & gave it a kiss such a gentlemen she couldn’t stop herself from giggling softly. “Your giggles cute just like you” Jay flirts making her smile and blush even more than she was before. “Thank you” Kimmie said before pouring him his drink. As she was pouring his drink Jay was just admiring her & her beauty he himself was hypnotized by her. She got finished pouring his drink “There you go if you need anything else just call for me” Kimmie gave him a smile before she could even think about walking away Jay stopped her. “Wait you don’t wanna stay with me you deserve a break working all night don’t you think?” Jay asked in a considerate voice and with a smile because of that Kimmie sat down with him. “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing working at a place like this” Jay asked the young woman. “It’s nice, the girls are nice, Mr Takahashi is a good boss & the pays really good.” Kimmie answered his question. “Someone like you deserves to have nice things not working at some whore house you deserve better I can give it to you” Jay told the younger women by holding her hand & telling her all she ever dreamed of. “Mr White” Kimmie blushed softly which causes Jay to smirk and blush himself. “Mr White? I like that” Jay smirked “What is it bunny” Jay asked her. “I love working here it’s nice & I get to meet wonderful people like you” Kimmie said. “Oh bunny I’m not a wonderful person sure I’m good in my own way but wonderful that’s extreme” Jay chuckled. “I don’t believe that I think everyone’s wonderful in their own way even you” Kimmie smiled making Jay smile himself.

They sat at that booth talking for hours enjoying each other’s company & time. Jay didn’t usually like the Bunny Palace but he started to appreciate it because of Kimmie. That’s when Jay got closer to Kimmie & placed her in his lap, she was blushing as Jay had her facing him sitting on his lap even though she looked so naive and innocent she did enjoy being in the older man’s lap & Jay noticed. That’s when Jay kissed her & Kimmie would obliged and kissed him back. Jay held the younger woman around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck & deepened the kiss. It was hot & passionate Jay slide his hand down and groped her ass causing Kimmie to moan. Jay broke the kiss to smirk and even tease her “Damn bunny you like that” Jay groped her again causing her to moan once more & nod her head yes in pleasure. Jay played with her bunny tail and slapped her ass causing her to moan louder just like he wanted. *moan* “Yes Mr White” Kimmie whimpered softly. “You want Mr White to show you a good time” Jay smirked like a wolf at the naive younger woman “Yes please” Kimmie said sounding so submissive for him, Jay got up from the booth & took Kimmie’s hand to follow him to the bunny play rooms.

As they walked into the bunny play room Kimmie was blushing still not being able to believe that she was breathing with the switchblade, the king of Japan Jay White it felt like a dream she couldn’t & didn’t want to wake up from. The room was light pink do to the lighting, It smelled like Japanese cherry blossom, the petals were ever spread out on the floor & even bed, and lastly the bed was shaped as a bunny finishing the look of the room. Jay kissed Kimmie again before breaking the kiss one more time before he went over to the bunny shaped bed and sat down on the edge waiting for Kimmie to see what she’ll do. “Come here little bunny” Jay called her over which she came to him waiting for his next command “You know how to suck dick bunny” Jay asked as he started to undo his belt in front of her, Kimmie nodded her head yes to his satisfaction. “Show me how you suck dick maybe I could teach you some new things” Jay said smirking & admiring her. Kimmie got down on her knees with a soft pillow beneath her knees as she started to unzip the older man’s pants & took his dick out of his boxers. Once Kimmie saw how big & turned on he was by her she became flustered & even nervous. “Don’t be scared it’s alright imma take care of you but first I need that pretty little mouth around my cock” Jay pet her on the head even playing with her hair.

Kimmie then began to tease the older man by blowing on his tip before she put her mouth on his cock starting to bob her head at a nice & steady pace “ugh fuck” Jay groaned in pleasure & lust he held her head down looking over her like she was nothing compared to him. “You love sucking dick don’t you… oh fuck” Jay said making her bob her head faster she couldn’t say anything so she just simply moaned around his dick. Jay loved the feeling of her mouth so he started to thrust into her mouth started to fuck her mouth hard & deep to the point he could feel his dick hitting the back of her throat. Kimmie gagged around him “Oh fuck!” Jay came inside her mouth without any warning or hesitation, when he looked down at her she was surprised & blushing. “Swallow” Jay commanded & to his delight she swallowed his cum. She looked up at Jay with innocent looking eyes when she was far away from being innocent.

“Damn bunny you’re good” Jay praised her by petting her on the head causing her to blush again even harder than before. “You want me to eat your sweet little pussy” Jay smirked asking the question waiting for her answer. “Yes Mr White please eat my pussy” Kimmie tone was submissive but slutty at the same time. Jay picked her up from her knees and pushed her on to the bed, Kimmie looked up at him as he was at the bed of the bed seductively taking off her white panties which were soaked & wet all because of him. Jay went down on the younger woman he teased her with his tongue, his sweet & exotic tongue. He started by licking her clit making her squeal & whimpered “mmmmm” Kimmie was dying for him needy and wanting more of him. Jay held her by her hips as he went on to fuck her with his tongue licking & loving her most precious parts of her sweet pussy. “Mr White…ahh” Yasmina moaned feeling herself getting even more turned on she was close to coming any second & he knew that. But all of a sudden he stopped & right before she could cum she whined in complaints about not being able to cum. “Why did you stop” Kimmie voice was whiny & even a little bratty as well. “If you wanna cum bunny then you need to ride my dick” Jay said in a seductive voice before he picked her up to be on top of him as he was on the bottom holding her hips while smirking.

Kimmie did as she was told being a good bunny, she started to sink herself on his dick he was big and Kimmie was struggling even trying to get all the way on him, Jay chuckled he ended up grabbing her by her waist and slamming her all the way on his dick causing her to moan at the level of a porn star “AHHHH” Kimmie moaned feeling him all of him inside of her. “Sorry baby but I want you to feel it” Jay told her before his hands went back to around her hips. Kimmie started to bounce on his dick but at a nice & slow pace wanting to feel all his length inside of her, “Oh fuck” Kimmie moaned feeling all of him her eyes even rolled back in pleasure. “That’s it baby ride this dick” Jay groaned smirking before Kimmie started to go at a steady pace. She was hugging his cock with her pussy, she was really tight but after one night with Jay she’ll be loose. “God damn baby your pussy’s so tight” Jay moaned himself before he started thrusting upward inside of her causing her to go faster & start to moan. “Mr White oh my god Mr White” Kimmie moaned practically worshiping him calling his name over & over. All that you could hear in the room was moan, groans, grunts, whimpers of course with the accompanying noise was wet slapping skin. Jay held her hips tighter wanting to hold her close to him wanting to feel her. Jay threw his head back as the speed started to increase by every thrust. “Fuck bunny you’re so good at riding dick, you’re so fucking good” Jay praised her in between groans as she moaned loving him & his words of praise. Kimmie couldn’t take it anymore she was a complete mess moaning like a slut, a whore even a porn star but Jay loved it seeing the so called “innocent” little girl act like a complete slut for him. “You wanna cum don’t you bunny” Jay thrust harder. “Yes Mr White please let me cum, please you make my pussy feel so good ahhh” Kimmie moan her begging for Jay was music to his ears so of course he let her cum. Jay would follow suit a while after her.

Afterwards Jay was holding Kimmie her head was on his chest, his sweaty chest. All Jay could do was look down at her and smile as he would play with her hair as she would lay their & smile herself before she eventually fell asleep. All Jay could think about was how much he was in love with her, how much he loved her & how much he needed and wanted to protect her & he would do anything for her no matter what.

[winderlylandchime]

I take back what I said yesterday while I still obviously feel bad about him for when he will find out about the finale (after all: been there and still not over it) I take back about feeling bad for showing him the show. He was in a horrible mood this morning. And i mean horrible. He drank 3 coffees to try and cheer himself up. And he was already smoking outside when I woke up (which in a way should’ve been a sign for me but I’m dumb). And he was all snappy and sarcastic and just overall annoying. So I left him alone and then while I was on a break from work, he barged into my office and went ‘I HAD A HORRIBLE DREAM. HORRIBLE! So if you felt the earth shift and shake in any way, that was my fault because I dropped the *makes a fist* ally ball HEAVILY. I apologize to your entire gang of gays, hope you guys can forgive me’ and then he just left. And when I finally got around to ask him…y’all. i am officially done with this man. He dreamt (his actual word was night terror bc of course he had to be dramatic) that Britin broke up and Justin left to some other state to be all artsy (I actually had to bite my lip here to keep a poker face ngl) and Brian was working on making Kinnetik larger and more successful and he already had a company in LA and chicago and he was working on NYC (or something like that). And then he stopped and looked at me, put his hands in his hair making it all crazy (please imagine sitting down, drinking coffee and a grown man in a Team Brian shirt losing his mind) and then he just yelled ‘YEAAAAARSSSSS!’ And then he left the room and immediately came back and went ‘years went by! YEARS! As in plural! As in more than ONE! Before they saw each other again! YEAAAAARSSSSSS’ and then he left the room again. So after begging him to yell me more it turns out the dream (sorry, night terror) was that years went by since Britin saw each other after they broke up and then randomly Brian bumped into Justin in a random bar in some other city (he thinks NY or LA but isnt sure) and when he saw Justin, he was all sad and broken and shocked (think 2x01 bar scene). And when Justin finally spotted him he was also freaked out. And then according to him someone pushed past Brian to get to Justin and this person kissed him and when he turned around it was….Ethan.

Ngl I was on the edge of the seat waiting for him to continue his dream fanfic but he just looked at me and went ‘IVE BEEN UP SINCE 5.30 AM!(i found him at 9) I woke up so fucking fast when I saw that fucking banjo player, i felt like someone electrocuted me’ And then he spent all day while I was working talking to my neighbor and telling her about the dream and the show, asking what she thinks the dream could mean (as in if he is psychic (his actual words)) and genuinely asking her ‘if she thinks, if he went back to sleep and tried really really really hard, that if he could continue where he left off to fix it.’ This man is having a full meltdown over a fanfiction he made up while sleeping. Keep in mind, that I actually don’t think he knows about fanfiction or at least doesn’t fully know what it is. And yet here he is being a full time writer in his sleep. (Also i am sending you updates for 4x09 and 4x10 as we speak)

Dear sweet anon… not only is your brother dreaming fanfiction but he’s dreaming a plot eerily similar to my exes-to-lovers fic. Also he kind of dreamt (sorry night terrored) the finale…? Kind of.

I also love that he thinks this dream (sorry, night terror) makes him a bad ally. Like dreaming about queer people breaking up is not actually homophobic?

[obsoleteozymandias]

Heyy, here for that matchup exchange!

A resident evil matchup would be pretty cool, and I’m fine with any gender.

So, first things first, I’m a trans dude that uses he/they pronouns. Sometimes I’ll wear more feminine clothes, but a lot of the time I’m just wearing whatever’s clean. My wardrobe consists mostly of silly t-shirts, the occasional dress shirt, band merch, and just plain black t-shirts. Oh, I own a lot of black clothes. It’s pretty much the only color I wear. I also almost always have a hoodie/sweatpants on too because I’m insecure about my arms and legs.

I have this habit where if something bad happens, I’ll just go quiet for a couple hours. I also get overwhelmed by life so my eyes get all wide and I look like I’m about to cry lol.

That’s what I look like 😭

Anyways, I also have pretty bad depression/anxiety, but I’m fine as long as I take my medication.

Other than all that sad stuff, I’ve been told Im a pretty funny person. I enjoy seeing people smile and laugh because of my jokes. Sometimes im not trying to be funny, it’s just how I am. Like, when something starts to fall (or I think it’s gonna fall) I start to talk to it and maybe kinda yell at it. I also talk to myself a lot when I think im alone. Mostly things like reminding myself to do something or not to do something, but sometimes I’ll have full on conversations about how crazy I sound lol.

I really really like horror related stuff, so that’s something that doesn’t really bother me irl. Like, you could show me a picture of a pretty gruesome wound and I’d just be like “neato” or whatever. I also write—duh— and really like to read in my spare time.

As a lover im pretty affectionate (touch starvation for the win lol) and will bake or cook you anything you could ever want. You mention these cookies that seem really good? I’ve made them for you. You mention that your hungry? Five course meal has just been plated, sit and eat. Im also fiercely protective of people I care about. I won’t hesitate to hit a bitch if they’re being mean to my friends. On the topic of hitting people, it takes a lot to get me angry, and I’m apparently pretty scary when I’m mad. But, instead of arguing or making my anger known, I’ll just go to a room where it’s quiet and I can be alone to play music and calm myself down. I don’t like how I am when I’m angry because I get scared I’ll hurt someone.

Music is also a huge part of my life. I mostly listen to metal (it’s in brand for me if you’ve seen me irl lmao) but I have my guiltily pleasure songs. I also have a somewhat decent (?) singing voice. Idk man. I also dye and cut my hair compulsively because I think it looks cool. I may or may not do it in the middle of the night. I’ll never tell.

Uhh, I think that’s all? Thanks again and I’m sorry this is so long 😭

Bro you are relatable fr. Also thanks for doing this with me :D I love longer descriptions because they give me more to work off of!

== Resident Evil ==>

I match you up with…

Ashley Graham

Okay, I will admit, this is partially because of her skin in the RE4 remake. I won’t lie to you, bro. She’s definitely a scene/punk kid. 

But! That aside, I think the two of you could be an absolute power couple. 

Ashley is most attracted to your loyalty and maturity. She admires that you stand up for what you believe in, including your friends and people you care for. She’s also relieved to know that you aren’t afraid to get physical, since the idea of hitting someone scares her. 

On that note, you’re kind of like her knight-in-shining-armor. You’ll handle anything and everything she can’t stand (ex blood, guts, gore, physical stuff), and she’ll cheer you on from the sidelines. 

And she’ll shower you with kisses and hugs later. She calls your her prince/knight. 

She’s a very affectionate person, and she never hesitates to hug you or call you a cute name. In fact, she finds it delightful that she can be that cheesy around you. She loves that she can be herself around you. 

The two of you are also menaces when it comes to cracking jokes and puns. She’s there to pick up on your gags, and she throws them right back at you. The two of you even spend time together just baking and giggling about nothing important. 

She loves watching you cook and bake. She’ll just sit on the counter and observe you, and sneak in a kiss or two while you’re busy. Especially when you’re busy. You’ve burnt a bit of food because of this. 

Ashley is also a huge fan of music. She’s into pop and indie music, but also rock and, once you introduce her to it, metal. She likes how loud and powerful it feels. 

Ashley will absolutely help you dye and cut your hair - she does it all the time, too! She gets how sometimes emotions can be overwhelming, so you need to just do something expressive. She’ll add matching streaks in the both of your hair, and it's very cute. 

She also loves that the two of you can experiment with fashion together. She’s glad to have a partner who isn’t opposed to wearing some feminine clothing, or who isn’t afraid to express themselves through clothes like she does. 

Overall, you and Ashley are simply made for eachother. You compliment the best in one another everyday, and are a strong couple in my eyes. 

[starboyshoyo]

Hello, I would like to request a twisted wonderland match up please.

you can call me Sora by the way

personality I am pretty blunt, smart, and streetsmart, I get tired, pretty easily people mess with me, but I like messing with people. i’m a physically affectionate person, so I love cuddles, platonic or romantic. It doesn’t matter to me. i’m not afraid to Yell at someone if they’re doing something wrong. I can be pretty forward about things. I am also pretty strong and a bit crazy. for hobbies I like to sew, back, cook, I play the electric guitar. I enjoy making jewelry,gardening walking around in the woods, doing archery, and playing video games. I hate doing the dishes or laundry also bugs and silence. I love jewelry, reading, playing solitaire listening to music, playing, chess, or any boardgame And incense. For songs, I’m torn between two decide to Paradise by coyote theory, and till forever Falls apart by Ashe FINNEAS. I just want someone who will be there for me when I’m sad. Someone to hold and to be held by. Someone who won’t judge me for my personality or looks. And someone who will just love me and never leave me. I would also want a partner who would make me laugh. And just except how I’m feeling in the moment, spend time with me and just love me as much as I would love them. With relationships im pretty serious. I have really bad abandonment issues so I assume we might have a future together. I do not have a preference for characters. I just don’t like sebek. I hate him so much nothing personal it’s just. And I could not see myself dating Kalim personally.

thank you and congrats on 500 followers 🥳🎉 have a nice day

@simping-myjob I match you with...

Ace Trappola!

You two are a chaos duo. You’re both blunt and street-smart, so Ace would love hanging out and causing mischief with you. He knows he can be honest with you and vice-versa, so communication in your relationship works out quite nicely.

He’s an affectionate person as well. Both before and after you start dating Ace, he'll hang off of you, cuddle you, and have his hands in your personal space generally all the time. He just loves you so much!

He thinks you playing the electric guitar is the coolest thing ever. The two of you can listen to music together in his dorm room, or he can watch you play. He wouldn’t mind if you taught him a few chord progressions as well.

Besides the clowning around, Ace is loyal to the ones he loves. He would never leave you alone, and he'll be one of your biggest supporters in life if you'll let him. You’re his precious best friend and significant other, after all.

Other Possibilities: Jade Leech, Ruggie Bucchi, Rook Hunt

[aajjks]

😔💔 talk about drama

TC!dad!JK

y/n eyes widen. oh no. she thinks to herself. “no, listen, i just—,” and before she can finish her sentence “well fuck you yn and you know what? You’re free to leave me”

“LEAVE FOR ALL I CARE.”

y/n tries going after him before the door is shut right in front of her face. she doesn’t know how to feel or what to do. should she go after him? leave him be? how could she face jungkook after the revelation she revealed to him. all she said was that she didn’t know how to feel. she doesn’t hate him and as much as she said that she loved him, she’s not entirely sure whether she meant it or not.

truly, she thought that the kids would help her forget about everything and for a while, they did. everything looked so perfect. and when the reality hit, everything shattered like glass.

should she leave? take her kids and run? or just stay? for some reason, y/n throws on a pair of pants, a long sleeved shirt, some shoes and tip toes out of their room. she doesn’t know where jungkook is and doesn’t bother to find him.

once she made it to the front gate, she asked herself am i really doing this? am i really gonna leave my kids? what if he hurts them? what if he k!lls them because of me? what if— her thoughts are suddenly cut short seeing her oldest son, jinseoul out of bed with a sleeping jawon in his arms and asking his mother if he could come with her.

“are you crazy? get back to bed!” she whisper-yells.

“mom, i heard everything. you guys weren’t exactly quiet” he says. “i don’t want you to go alone, mom”

“if you’re going to leave, i’m coming with you” says a serious jinseoul with his swaddled baby brother. y/n takes a moment to think about it. “did you tell your father?” and jinseoul shakes his head no. y/n sighs before grabbing a palace horse and riding as far as she could for the night. “are we going back?” asks jinseoul. “i don’t know but for now, don’t say a word okay?”

and they ride off into the night, finding refuge in a small town not too far from the kingdom.

~ THE NEXT DAY ~

it’s awfully gray in corea and jungkook barely got any sleep last night. his heart is in pain, he his is pounding, and his eyes are still tearful upon hearing those heartbreaking words from y/n’s lips.

he’s an emotional wreck. but it’s quickly changed upon seeing a worried miriam who barges into the room, fear all over her wrinkled features.

“your highness, queen y/n is missing! and so is prince jinseoul and jawon. the girls are still in their rooms asleep. but i can’t find your sons or the queen and i’m worried they might have been kidnapped”

suddenly, his emotional being is filled with rage.

He stands up abruptly, his eyes are still bloodshot from all the crying he did last night, but his sadness has been replaced with the rage and fear.

What if you have been kidnapped along with the kids?

“ ALERT EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS PALACE. SOMEONE HAS TO BE THE WITNESS. I WANT EVERYONE IN THE COURTROOM RIGHT NOW.” he doesn’t waste any time and puts on his robe.

Miriam only bows and quickly leaves the king. “ make sure to take care of my daughters don’t let them out of your side or I’ll have your head.” he warned the female and she nods.

“GANG-TAE. INQUIRE EVERY SINGLE GUARD. INQUIRE EVERY FRONT GATE GUARD. I need a single information. Did they see anyone coming in or going out? I NEED TO KNOW.”

“we are also at the brink of war. I cannot afford to lose my family. TAKE OUT MY HORSE. I’M GOING TO FIND THEM AT ANY COST.”

On the outside, he looks furious, but in the inside his heart is going to explode he is so fearful for your and his sons lives.

He doesn’t look bad, but gets on his horse and leaves the palace.

[princessamandai]

I’m once again yelling at my brain to be normal lol. Idk why I’m like this. I be gaslighting the hell outta myself or I’m just waaaay over dramatic I can’t tell anymore. I just feel like there’s this expectation I should be doing more but then I’m like is it just capitalism? Is it just the way I was taught that I should be doing more or the way a certain life set was presented to me like that’s what life’s all about? IDEFK. I don’t even know if it’s all hormonal from my damn bc that’s so irregular but works very well & I’ve essentially been on it since 17 so like do I stop?? Idek what I’m ranting about anymore I just feel so much, like why tf am I crying, crying at 2 am when I gotta be up before 7 am?? I can’t explain this feeling like I’m not doing enough but I should be content with my life but what should I be trying to achieve when I don’t have ambitions. I’m healthy, I have a roof over my head, my own room, food, enough money to do things I want to do, I have people in my life who love & care about me, I have intimacy, the person I like, likes me back, like what else could I ask for??? & yet when I’m alone with myself & my thoughts I feel a sense of sadness. Like why? What’s wrong with me? Maybe I’m just not good at being alone, even tho I’m not truly alone. My thoughts are all a scramble & I feel like Idek make sense to myself but at least I’m not crying anymore. Maybe I just needed to feel this roller coaster of emotions & let it out, feel & release. Who knows, def not I lol at least getting out, shouting into the void has made me feel better. I hope I can sleep now, goodnight & farewell to the whirlwind of my emotions pls pass & let me feel normal & not so crazy anymore. I’d really like a good nights sleep lol

[hauntsminds]

“i hope you feel what i felt when you shattered my soul cause you were cruel and i’m a fool. so please let me go. but i love you so.”

it hurts how bad i love you. you loved me remember? in june you told me about how i was the only girl you’d ever love, you teased me in a way i found charming… you weren’t weird or so harsh, you were gentle and kind. you took care in talking to me, remember? we hit it off in the first message. i knew you weren’t good for me, i knew my feelings had far passed any sort of feelings i’ve felt before. you were the first person to have my heart and fully. i talked about you to anyone who would listen… i told you everything. i loved listening to you talk, even if i didn’t know what you were talking about. i loved how your accent was so different from mine, i teased you for the way you would say “no” you found it funny. you told me i was funny… i remember laying in bed in the room i shared with my sister for the summer quietly talking to you in hopes she wouldn’t hear how deep in love i was with you. i remember when you first said i love you and not in text, you were surprised i said it back. why wouldn’t i? you were the first person i had ever exposed myself to, emotionally and in other ways. though not physically together. you were the first person i ever sent nudes- i remember the day you asked. you didn’t even ask really… you were telling me about this awful pick up line you heard. i wanted to hear too, and it was something stupid about boobs. i remember telling you i’d show you and you weren’t opposed but hesitated and said you didn’t want me to feel like i had to. and for once i didn’t feel like i had to, i wanted to. i got back home, you were no longer just on the other side of the country… you were on the other side of the world. but you and me vowed to stay together. i planned moving everything for you… we called the second i woke up, or when you’d walk to work, or home from work and we would talk till i fell asleep. we talked about our future, the dogs we’d get, the ridiculous things we would do. but everything changed, so you remember the day? i do. how about the time? because i do. september 24th at 8:30 am. i was at work, you said you were overthinking and worried about there being another man. why would there be? i only love you, i avoided everyone for you. after that you changed, you became cold you ignored me. i freaked out paragraph after paragraphs telling you how perfect you were for me and how much i loved you. you just said you loved me too… but it felt different this time. the calls stopped… soon did the texts too. i begged and finally you called, but you were annoyed. you didn’t want to talk and i could tell, but i was so desperate to hear you say you love me… i was so desperate to just hear you. it hung up and i called back teasing you about you hanging up and you yelled at me- i remember it felt like a sting, like being hit in the face. “oh my god goodnight i’m not in the mood for this shit love you” you sandwiched the insult. after that everything stopped, i begged i blamed myself. you stopped texting, i’d wait by my phone for you. nothing. no more goodnights, no more i love yous, no more good mornings, no more anything. that was unless you wanted pictures or videos, i remember sending you a pretty raunchy video and you left it on open you didn’t even apologize you just said “oops ig”. do you remember how you didn’t want to be that guy? i do. you turned into someone i no longer know. i still watch your streams secretly even after you tell me you’re going to bed so you can get me to leave you alone. i watch for the comfort of your voice and imagine you saying the things you used to say to me. but then i cry thinking about how that voice was once telling me beautiful things and then i cry about how that voice has made me feel so numb, useless, worthless, crazy, sad, tired, dumb, hopeless… and i get mad. but i love you. you couldn’t do anything to make me hate you. i could never hate you. even if you hurt me. i’d drop everything for you. i’ve tried to accept it, i don’t beg anymore. i just cant. i only reach out if you do and it kills me. when i’m alone i think about begging but i know you wouldn’t care.

[826aliensapocalypseactivism]

The Day the Earth Died

Miguel S.

Everything around me is silent. The streets are empty, no one is out anymore and if you do happen to see somebody, the sound of their footsteps creates the sound of a herd's stampede. I see a very large and dark shadowy figure zoom past me out of the corner of my eye, I turn around and I don't see anything. Suddenly I heard loud banging and glass shatter on the ground. “What could that have been?” I said. We later find out that the neighbors house had gotten broken into. All the houses in the community had been strangely truncated, like mushrooms only half-emerged from rippling gray soil. “We need to get out of this neighborhood, the houses are so old and ugly here,” Mom tells Dad. 

Dad says, “We can't leave the community, we don't have much money and it is also pretty safe here compared to the outside world.” The outside world is very corrupted, everybody in the outside world are pretty much zombies. They created a drug called truct, this drug makes people go crazy and destroy anything that crosses their path from houses, to cars, and even people. Many people have gone missing from the community. We don't know where they went, we can't even call the police because they are no help.

My brother likes to think he’s all gangster and he likes to act grown and thinks he can do whatever he wants to, but in reality he is really not. He is only 14. “Yo wassup gang?” Diego says, Diego is his name. 

“Eww shut up bro,” I say. 

My brother leaves the house to go out, hours pass and he still hasn't come back. My mom is sweating, she is panicking, and she has a headache. My father rushes home from work, he is speeding and running red lights. Surprisingly he did not get stopped by the police. When he gets home my mother is crying and yelling at him, “GO LOOK FOR OUR SON HE HAS GONE MISSING.”  It has been two hours and still nothing, my father has not arrived home yet. My mother is still super worried. I tried to calm her down but I was not able to. My father finally arrived home late at night, but my brother was nowhere to be found.

We set up a funeral for my brother Diego since we came to the conclusion that he was gone forever, everyone from the community went. It was sad to just see my brother go. My mom was crying and crying almost as if her eyes were gonna pop out of her head.   

It’s been a couple months since my brother passed away and we were never able to find him. My mom has healed and she’s all good, but she still misses him a lot. I was about to go to sleep when I heard growling and yelling outside. I peeked through the blinds in my bedroom window and there were zombie-like humans out there, they were large in size, they had no hair, they had half of their body and the other side was straight bone, it was missing. I went to my parents’ room and I told them about everything I had seen. Both of them grabbed their guns and headed outside. I follow right behind them as well. They leave my two little brothers behind since they were already sleeping. While I was outside, all I heard was the loud cries for help and the sound of gunfire ringing through my ears. These zombies were destroying people's houses. I saw one break the door and enter the house. He grabbed the person and ripped his head off and threw his body out of the broken window. We were pretty far from the house so I ran back to go check on my younger brothers, and when I entered the house I saw blood coming from the room where my younger brothers were sleeping, I go in the room and I see one of my brothers bodies split in half and my other brother was missing his head. I’m freaking out. I don’t know what to do so I run to go look for my parents but I can’t find them anywhere. I keep running to try and find them but still nothing. “That's it. I'm all alone now,” I say. As I'm walking back home I see a zombie coming my way. The zombie got on top of me and I was trying to fight him off but I couldn't. He was too strong, I felt the sharp bones rub across my face, I felt the slimy hands all over my hands and legs.  

Out of nowhere I see my parents. They shoot the zombie and he falls on top of me. My parents pull me out from under the zombie. I only had minor injuries. My hands and legs were scratched up. “I'm glad you’re safe, Mom and Dad, I couldn't find you guys,” I say. 

“We're glad you're safe too,” my parents say. I completely forgot about what happened to my younger brothers, so when we got to the house my parents saw all the blood all over the floor. My parents rushed into the room and they see my brothers’ dead bodies on the floor. The look on my parents face, they were in disbelief my mom was crying, she blamed the death of my brothers on herself since she was not here with them. My father and I tried to calm her down, but we couldn't. My mother went out to go look for a zombie, and when she found one, she let the zombie eat her. She didn't care anymore. We tried to save her but it was too late.

[kdipshit]

The Middle

So sometimes i think in black and white, and I tend to focus relationships this way, which is why I avoid them. Something about a label doesn’t sit right with me, I can only see two sides and that’s black and white. Good and bad. Emmy entire world is full of either good people or bad people, good energies or bad energies, nothing more nothing less, it’s kind of like I’m blind in a feeling type of way, I can’t sense outside of that and I don’t realise there’s a middle ground, im a fucking Libra y’all, but instead of being the scales as 1 thing, Im the actual like scales weight part that goes up and down and doesn’t stop in the middle. I’m unbalanced, idk man.

Im thanking god itself for allowing me sleep every single night. A good sleep, every night, its allowed me to wake up at an earlier hour, not feel so sluggish and like doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING with my life, oh man. I am so grateful, I appreciate nature more, I appreciate the moment, I’m not BORED I’m at PEACE, and the simplicity of it all creates a warm feeling in me like connection. Yellow, orange, brown, gold, radiance. And she the only one that know what I mean.

Lol when I was a kid how did I cry? That would be so funny idkkk mannn, was i like one of those yell cries outta no where coz I can’t hold it in? Ahahaha, I don’t remember it guess it was like how I cry now right? Which is only apparently when I’m really crazy angry and when I’m super dooper sad lol, I feel like I cry in the middle tho, this is just what I’m sister has told me, but I definitely cry alone, my sister is the closest person to me, and she only sees me cry at the very peak of my emotions, so I’m pretty good at hiding it I guess? It doesn’t feel like I’m hiding anything because its always there, I’m clearly the only person who perceives these feelings, so it should only exist to my perspective right? Okay then change your perspective… okayyyyy….. I get scared of new emotions, and perceive them bad, I can mistake connection for a ‘get out’ type of feeling, Its hard for me to accept and trust something that first makes me feel anxious and a need to change my surroundings because I now feel trapped in my own space. I’ve just taught myself how to stick it through the moment no matter how it feels and not to fly away in my brain. I can’t escape my brain, its connected to me. The middle has so much space, when I meditate I am there, and its getting easier to do without having to actually try to do anything, coz thats exactly what it is. Its not so loud I have so much space it feels so freeing, I’m not bound to any emotions, any thoughts, nothing, I’m free. nothing will hurt me here, Im safe to be in my creative bubble and positive energies. I don’t care what you think of me.

I only have a few people in my life who I would text if something major happened to me, idk maybe only 1 coz the other couple are family, like my circle is small but its full of trust especially my bestfriend ash, whom I have gone thru hell and back with. The middle doesn’t harm me with my own thoughts as weapons, of course there was a middle ground, how could I not have see this? I mistake growth for ‘this is the exact same’ type of energy, which in turn makes me feel like I’m making no progress, and forget to store the new energy, now that I know this, I can accept the new emotions and new feelings and new environment , yanno? Should I change my room around again hehe? Nah, I feel good here, I like m bed close to the computer, I can put my leg up while typing hahah.

Me moving around and doing anything for ME is ME manipulating energy so that I can create anything I desire here on earth. It doesn’t have to happen the exact way I’m thinking, it just happens. And thats the magic behind your thoughts. I don’t like awkward love I’m pretty awks like not by choice, I feel less awkward in myself when I’m feeling less like everyone is watching me and more like I’m the only one here watching, and thats all I need to remember. I’m experiencing life through this body and anyone else experiencing me is also me experiencing myself from the different angle. I want to be 90% present in 100% of my moments, giving my 100% , 100% of the time.

I believe theres nothing wrong with me

instead of identifying with your thoughts, work with them. Everything is a thought, everything. Work towards changing your thinking pattern from negative to positive by consciously swifting into a better energy daily. It’s a choice, it’s my choice how I feel and think, since they usually come together.

[yieldtotemptation]

ROMEO ft. Yuna

yuna x male reader smut

15k words

"Well, that fucking sucked."

Tonight was supposed to be special. Right now you should be enjoying a candlelit dinner with your girlfriend of exactly one hundred days - eating overpriced food, drinking wine that's older than you are, and ending your night in the hotel suite you've risked personal bankruptcy to afford.

But instead here you are - dressed in your nicest, second-hand suit and holding a crumpled bouquet of flowers, walking along the cold streets of Seoul - alone.

The cold, rainy streets of Seoul.

"Oh, fuck off!" You yell, earning stares from the other pedestrians doing their best to avoid the crazy young man shouting at the sky.

You've had many, many lows before - but this was brand fucking new.

"Looking good, Romeo!"

But of course, there’s always room to fall even lower.

Your shoulders slump as you instantly recognise the voice, hearing the mocking nickname you've been given for being anything but a Romeo.

Well Romeo did die at the end.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to end up like him.

You turn, nearly blinded at the sight of the ungodly expensive and ridiculously gaudy car that has pulled up on the sidewalk next to you. Tinted glass rolls down, and leaning over the passenger seat and sticking her head out of the window is your closest friend - who also happens to be the very last person you want to see at the moment - Shin Yuna.

She gives you a wide, toothy grin and a thumbs up.

You give her the finger.

"Don't be like that!" Yuna calls out from the car. "Get in - it's raining!"

You pretend you don't hear her, choosing instead to keep your eyes straight ahead and continue your trudge through the rain. Normally you would have time for her, probably fire back some snappy comeback and trade insults like usual, but not today - today is a day for some good old self-loathing.

You grimace to yourself as you hear the engine of her car start back up again, and you do your best to pay no attention to the vehicle crawling slowly next to the sidewalk, keeping at pace with you, and drawing even more unwanted stares.

Of course, Yuna doesn't care.

Throughout the entire time you've known her, all the way from when she was just a dorky trainee to having grown up to be a full-fledged idol, she's remained the exact same person - the sweet, goofy, girl-next-door whose favourite hobby seems to be torturing her best friend.

"Roooomeooooo," she sings out the window, "get in the caaar, Roooomeoooo."

You attempt to hide your face behind your crumpled bouquet of flowers, even though if there's anyone that should be trying to remain incognito, it should be her.

Still, it does little to stop her from following you even further down the street. It doesn't even stop her from honking at you.

"Shhhh!" You finally turn to her, and you're annoyed to see how delighted she is at the small victory. "People are looking. You really want someone to get a photo of you stalking a guy in the middle of the night?"

"I knew you could hear me, Romeo!" Yuna laughs back, in her sweet, 'everything is awesome' tone of voice. "What do you mean? If anything, they'll get a photo of me helping out a poor, sad, charity case. It's great for my reputation!"

"You're insane, you know that?" You ask her, though judging by the expression on her face, she takes it as a compliment. "Also, since when do you drive?"

"Got my license today! Fifth time's the charm!" Yuna boasts, clearly unaware that it's not something she should be proud of. "And I wanted to go out for a spin in this brand-new car, and I saw you! How lucky is that?"

"Yeah, real lucky." You roll your eyes, concluding that Yuna must have finally found an examiner she could bribe.

"Hop in! I want you to be my first official passenger!"

"And last," you reply, deadpan.

"Come on, you're going to get drenched if you stay out here any longer. Then you're going to get sick, and then I'm going to have to be the one that takes care of you," she says. "Get. In."

You've never managed to win when it came to Yuna's whims, and you already know that if it came to it, she'd follow you around all night until you caved. You take one last look at the crumpled bouquet of flowers, the remnants of your 'Greatest Date Ever' plans, and dump them all in a nearby trash can.

With a heavy sigh, you give in - like you always did - to Yuna, leaving the cold, rainy streets for the warmth of her luxury vehicle.

"Here," Yuna says, handing you a box of tissues as you climb into her car. "Don't worry about it, I'll charge you a cleaning fee after this ride."

"How nice of you," you reply, taking out a heap of tissues in a futile attempt to dry yourself.

"It's all part of my great service! A free ride and getting to be in the presence of such a beauty like me - you really are a lucky guy!"

Yuna doesn't even wait for you to close the door before she takes off, slamming the pedal to the floor and accelerating the car into a racing start. You buckle your seatbelt as fast as you can, hoping the thin strap can save you from Yuna's complete disregard for speed limits.

"Didn't you say you had big date plans? Or are you going to tell me all about how Romeo got his heart broken again?" She asks, spending a little too much time looking at you and not enough time looking at the road. "What happened with - what was her name again?"

"Let's not get into this, Yuna," you say, knowing full well that she's already not listening to you. "Please, just focus on driving."

"Misoo? No that was the one that dumped you on your birthday. Mirae? No that was Christmas." You groan as Yuna keeps talking - rattling off names and surfacing more painful memories to your mind. "It was something like Narae, Nahye?"

"Nahee," you say, hoping to end the conversation and be put out of your misery.

"Yeah. Nahee. That bitch." Her face scrunches up as she says the name, as if the syllables alone have a disgusting taste. You hadn't even thought she was capable of speaking with the amount of venom in her voice that she uses to say your now-ex's name.

For someone you think you know so well, she still surprises you from time to time.

"So what went wrong - did she find out about your tiny dick?"

Well, not all the time.

"I'm going to take your silence as confirmation that like always - I'm right!"

"Like you would know if you even saw one, Yuna," you shoot back.

"I guess you're right, I couldn't possibly be as knowledgeable as you, the certified Professor of Penises."

"God, I'm gonna throw myself out of this car."

"Okay, okay, I'll be nice." Yuna clears her throat, composes herself, and puts on her best fake, saccharine voice. "Please, my dearest friend, tell me what happened so I may help you feel better?"

You test the handle of the passenger-side door, only to realise that she must have activated the child-lock in advance. You sigh dramatically, knowing that for at least the next twenty minutes, Yuna has you trapped.

Judging by the way the car is swerving across multiple lanes, you come to terms with the fact that this may very well be the last car ride you ever take, so you might as well humour her.

"What always happens. She said she didn't trust me. We were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary and she said she wasn't sure we had a future."

Yuna laughs. "I could have told you that."

"We only just started university and she's worried about a future," you say incredulously, the wounds still raw from being dumped mere hours ago.

"I told you from the start - I know a snake when I see one - and I always got bad vibes from her. But, still…" Yuna says, before turning her gaze to you, squinting her eyes as if she was inspecting you through a microscope. "This is like the third girl in a row that doesn't trust you? What are you doing that's so… Skeevy?"

"Please pay attention to the road, Yuna!" You shout, your heartbeat suddenly starting to race as the car starts to veer into the next lane over.

"Oh, right!" Yuna replies, swerving the car back into the centre of the road, barely caring about the fact that she nearly killed the two of you. "Now, answer the question - what is it about my best friend that makes him so untrustworthy to women?"

You take a deep breath, both needing to collect yourself from having avoided a near death experience and preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

"What I do to give these girls trust issues," you say, looking at your friend's face as she tries to think over all the different possibilities, running down the mental list of your flaws that you know she keeps.

"Have you been cheating on all these girls and not telling me?" Yuna shouts, and you jump in your seat. "I swear if you turn out to be some fuck-boy-scumbag I will drive this car into the nearest river and kill you myself!"

"Yuna!" You shout back at her.

"What?"

"It's you."

"Wh - what?"

"None of these girls trust me because of you."

Once again, you're almost thrown out of your seat as Yuna slams her foot down hard on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop.

She turns to you, a look of such confusion on her face that in any other situation would be utterly hilarious. Well, it still kind of is.

"What do you mean?" Yuna says, ignoring the cars that start to blast their horn behind her, jeering at the two of you as they recklessly swing around you to overtake. "We're just -"

"Yeah - friends - I tell them that," you say. "It always goes the exact same way - they meet you, they're excited because you're an idol and all, and then after a while they all get jealous. They see you've called me, or messaged me, and they just flip out!"

"But, but - I - I don't - " Yuna's face starts to turn red, for once in her life actually lost for words.

"Congratulations, Yuna, you are the biggest cockblock in my life."

Yuna digests your words, trying to think of something to say, only coming up with, "but I haven't even done anything! I mean - we've never done anything even a little romantic!"

"That's what I said! I told her I don't have feelings for you, and even if I did - you're an idol."

"What does that mean?" Yuna asks.

"You know what I mean, Yuna. It would never happen," you say, with an air of finality in your voice. You can't pretend you've never thought about it before, can't pretend you've never noticed how long her legs are, or how soft her lips look, or how even in the darkness of the car, the streetlights cut through the window and strikes her eyes at just the right angle that she looks - fuck.

"That's…" Yuna's voice trails off, but chooses to let her words go unsaid, and instead lets an awkward silence fill the car in its place. The tension in the air is exacerbated by how alien it is to the two of you - this was why you were such good friends; things were never awkward. There was always a joke to be made, or a careless insult to be thrown, but never this - never this strange feeling like you may have actually hurt her somehow.

It's why you were so reluctant to get into the car in the first place. It was only a matter of time before you two talked about this - this subject the two of you have never broached, the elephant in the room you had always danced around but never spoke of, and for good reason too. You're both young, attractive, and you know each other better than anyone else in the world. But what good would it do to ruin the one positive relationship in your life?

Yuna turns away from you, and you feel like you've let something vital slip through your fingers. But too much time passes for you to pick up on that strand of the conversation, and the silence is far too surmountable to get over, and before you can even muster the courage to say something, Yuna starts the car again and resumes the drive.

"You can drop me off here, I can catch the next train home," you say, desperate to get out of the silence that has fallen over the two of you.

"Don't be silly, we're almost at my dorm," Yuna replies matter-of-factly. "Besides, I'm not going to let you be alone right after you got dumped. Tradition's tradition."

You're reminded of all the other times over your friendship when you'd been dumped and Yuna was there for you - to laugh with you, to talk you through your emotions, to make you feel like everything was going to be okay. And after spending time with her, it always was.

The rest of the short trip to her building is uneventful and eerily quiet, and Yuna seems to be deep in thought for the remainder of the drive, even right up until you ride up the elevator and arrive at the dormitory itself.

"The other girls are all out this weekend," Yuna explains, carelessly swinging open the door to an extremely spacious and luxurious apartment. She nonchalantly kicks her shoes off her feet, sending the pair flying somewhere into the living room, and confidently strides inside like she was the sole resident. "So, we have it all to ourselves!"

You hesitate behind her at the doorway - it's not like you haven't been to her dorm before - you're a known entity to the other ITZY members. You're familiar to them, and they've always been more than happy to have you around, seeing as you're the one thing that can always put a smile on their maknae's face. But yet this time, somehow, being alone with her in the apartment feels different.

"What that also means," Yuna says, ignoring you and turning a corner into the kitchen, "is that we have access to all of Ryujin's soju!"

You hear her rummaging around her fridge and sifting through the kitchen pantries, before she pops out again to catch you still waiting at the door.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go drink this in my bedroom," Yuna says, somehow managing to balance multiple bottles of soju and bundles of snacks all in her skinny arms.

Again, you pause - if you were any other guy and Yuna was any other girl, it would be a no-brainer. Especially when you take into account the shortness of her skirt, or the way her sweater’s cut off specifically to show off her tight, flat abs and - you stop yourself, reminding yourself that it’s Yuna you’re fantasising about, and that the only reason you’re doing so is because of how pent up you’ve been in the lead up to your anniversary date with your girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.

Yes, that is the reason. Certainly not Yuna’s legs.

You shove those thoughts into the back of your mind, asking your friend - "are you sure?"

Yuna sighs and pouts - a single, undeniably cute expression that makes you doubt everything you just rationalised to yourself. "Don't make this weird. Forget about what we talked about in the car and drink with me."

"Yuna -" you start to say, but she cuts you off.

"We're going to talk about that bitch one last time so you never have to think about her ever again, and then we'll spend the rest of the night discussing how you have literally zero game. As is tradition," Yuna finishes. "Now, stop standing there like an idiot and be a proper gentleman and help me out."

You have to hand it to Yuna, she always knew the right things to say to get her way, and you dutifully follow her orders, taking the bundle of goodies out of her hands and walking behind her to her shared bedroom.

Yuna’s bedroom is twice the size of your own, and is packed full with clothes, gifts, souvenirs and mementos - all strewn around the room with little care for any logical sense of order. Against either side are two queen-sized beds, and despite how cluttered the room is, there’s still enough space cleared in the centre for the two of you to sit and gorge yourselves on alcohol and junk food.

"This will work!" Yuna says, retrieving a folded-up table and bringing it with her into the bedroom. She carries it to the centre of the room, and with her back turned you she bends forward to set up the table, making you suddenly aware of just how short her skirt is. You try to convince yourself that you're only interested in the chequered pattern, and not the fact that as it rises higher and higher, you're treated to more than just a glimpse of creamy, vanilla-white thighs and the lace of... is that her panties?

She couldn't be doing this on purpose could she?

"Thanks for your help," Yuna says sarcastically, her head turning around just in time to catch you standing there like a fool, obviously gawking. You brace yourself for whatever jab she has prepared, knowing that catching you red-handed was far too good an opportunity for her to pass.

To your surprise, she doesn't say a thing, instead she sits down on the carpet next to the table and stretches herself out on the ground, making herself far too comfortable for your liking. Long, gorgeously slim legs reach out across the floor, and as she stretches her arms above her head, her sweater - her cropped-off, midriff-exposing sweater - rides up higher on her chest, revealing a hint of a black sports bra underneath.

You follow the trail with your eyes, all the way from her legs, up her flat, toned stomach and higher still until you reach her eyes - watching you, dancing with delight at having you caught dead to rights.

But again, she ignores it.

"Sit! Open up a bottle - let's drink!" Yuna instructs, enjoying bossing you around.

It's hard not to be suspicious of her now, and you keep a careful eye on her as you take off your jacket and take a seat on the ground across from her, placing two shot glasses on the table between you, and filling both of them with peach-flavoured soju.

Yuna snatches up the shot glass before you're even done pouring, lifting it in a toast - "Cheers!"

"Cheers," you reply, with just a tad less enthusiasm as Yuna.

"Ding dong, the bitch is gone!"

And the night goes on as it always does - you play bastardised forms of drinking games to suit two people, you slip into your usual topics of conversation - she blabs about her company, her members, drops pieces of gossip about idols that you have absolutely no business hearing about, but whose secrets are far too juicy for her to keep to herself.

Talking to her is so easy - Yuna is so separated from the rest of your life, just as you are to hers, that you can open up and tell each other everything and anything and know that you're free from judgment - save for a few bits of shit-talk here and there.

"God, you really are corny!" Yuna says. "Candlelit dinner, fancy restaurant, wine, hotel suite - what are you, forty?"

"Okay, okay, I get it."

"Seriously, no wonder she dumped your ass. This," Yuna says, waving her shot glass in front of your face, "is all I need for a good night out."

"Well, unfortunately not everyone is as cheap of a date as you," you sigh, before gulping down your third shot for the night. "Why do I get the feeling that you enjoy seeing me miserable?"

"Because I do!" Yuna replies, a little too gleefully in the face of your misery. "I don't get to go on dates, so I have to live vicariously through somebody."

"You dated that trainee," you point out.

"Yes, I held hands with one guy before you punched him in the face because you thought he made me cry."

"He did make you cry."

"It took months to convince other guys that they could even talk to me after that!"

"Good," you say, puffing out your chest with pride.

"Whatever!" Yuna declares, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Only, she forgets about the half-full shot glass still in her hand, throwing soju up in the air and spilling liquor right on her sweater. "Ah! I just bought this!"

Yuna pulls on her clothes, fruitlessly trying to dab out the soju from her top, eventually giving up and deciding to remove the sweatshirt entirely. She raises her arms to pull up her sweater, stretching up high and lifting to once again give you a picture-perfect view of the tightness of her stomach, the ridges of her abs, and her impossibly small waist. She catches her shirt underneath as she pulls off her top, and for the briefest of seconds she flashes you her two small, round, perfect handfuls of black bra-clad breasts.

"Like what you see?" Yuna's voice snaps you out of the spell cast by her body, as the sweater is tossed across the room, leaving her in just a cut-off shirt. "I know, it's hard to be around someone that looks this good."

"As if," you scoff, fumbling for your words, "I swear your ego has gotten out of control ever since you debuted."

"I can't help it - I am the visual."

"I guess they were going for someone more relatable then."

"Oh really? Should I just keep pretending that I haven't caught you checking me out - what is it - three times now?" Yuna asks, shuffling uncomfortably close to you, close enough that you catch the scent of roses in her hair. As if that wasn't enough, she even dares to place a hand on your knee. That was new. "Doesn't being next to such a beautiful idol like me make your heart race?"

You swallow, ignoring the fact that she has you nailed to a T - trying your best to ignore the thumping of your own heartbeat rattling through your eardrums. "Not even a little bit."

Yuna shifts her weight onto her arm, leaning even closer to you, closing the gap between your two bodies - so close that you can't look anywhere but at her. She looks up at you with her wide, brown eyes, intoxicating you far more than any shot of soju could. "How about now?"

You decide to up the ante - needing to launch an offense of your own, placing your hand over hers, and inching your own face close enough to hers that her exhales become your inhales. "You've forgotten, I've been here before, Yuna. But have you - Miss Never-Been-On-A-Date?"

Yuna's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment it feels like her lips have a magnetic pull on your own - they just look so irresistible. And then you see it, the blink-and-you'll-miss-it flash of her eyes down to your lips, and you lean into her just a touch closer so that you can -

"Got you," she whispers, claiming her victory in this game of chicken.

"Fuck!" You cry out, instantly recoiling, as if you had just been hit, leaving Yuna to collapse to the floor in a fit of laughter. God, you were never going to live this down.

"S- sorry, but that was cute - you really were going to kiss me there, weren't you?" Yuna struggles to say through her ceaseless laughter.

"Not funny, Yuna," you try to growl, but obviously failing the impossible task of looking intimidating while your face was beet-red with embarrassment. You reach for the closest bottle to you, not caring to pour it into a glass, guzzling it all straight down your throat.

"Hah-hah, you think I'm hot!" Yuna teases, and you know you're seconds away from Yuna getting up to do a victory dance.

"Well done, Yuna - I actually forgot about Nahee for a second."

Yuna snaps her gaze back up to you, her mood suddenly swinging as if you had just slapped her across the face with the mention of your ex's name. The temperature in the room sharply drops, and Yuna doesn't attempt to hide the bitterness in her voice as she says, "you really had to ruin my fun by mentioning her. I haven't seen you get this torn up over a girl before. You must have really liked that bitch."

You sigh, staring into your now empty bottle. "It's not like that - she was… Nice. For the most part."

"I don't understand why you settle for these girls," Yuna says disdainfully. "Every single time it ends exactly the same - and I have to listen to you bitch and moan when you were clearly too good for them in the first place."

"Yuna," you say softly.

"No, you really do deserve better than letting yourself get treated like this," Yuna continues her rant. "A guy like you, who actually cares and listens, and is funny and smart and… It's just. You deserve - "

"Yuna?"

"Forget it. I bet this isn't how you planned your night to go anyway, right?"

"Well," you say, "right about now I would probably be in that fancy hotel room."

"Cheesy," Yuna interrupts.

"You wouldn't get it! I planned this whole thing - tonight was going to be a big deal. I was really hoping to - "

"Why wouldn't I get it?" Yuna asks, somewhat offended.

"You're an idol, isn't that being the same as a nun?"

""I am not a nun."

"Oh, so do you have some secret sex life that I don't know about?" You ask, only to be met with silence. "Thought so."

"Just because I've never done any stuff doesn't make me some virgin-Mary whatever-the-fuck!"

"Sure, sure."

"Not everyone is as much of a man-whore as you," Yuna fires back.

"Hey - better than whatever cobwebs you have between your legs," you reply.

"I do stuff… And I'll have you know that it is perfectly fine," Yuna says, before dropping her voice to a whisper, "down there."

"You’d be more believable if you weren't so afraid to call your pussy a pussy, Yuna," you say, laughing at her.

Yuna grumbles something under her breath, clearly having enough of your jabs, and swallows down another shot before slamming the glass onto the table. With a huff, she stands up, striding over to her closet and scouring through the mountains of clothes and shoes piled up within.

When she's found what she's looking for, Yuna stomps back over to you, and dumps a shoebox at your feet.

"Look," Yuna says, standing over you to watch you open the box to see the contents inside. Of the few things you knew Yuna hid from you, you would have never included a single silicone dildo, and a small, silver, bullet-shaped vibrator, on that list. "See."

"Lia's sex toys?"

"Mine, idiot."

"Ah, that must be why they look brand new. Need someone to show you how to use them?"

"Fuck you," Yuna growls, bending down to pick up the dildo, waving it dangerously close to your face. "You're just jealous because you're probably smaller than this."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Pfft," Yuna replies. "As. If."

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the lack of fucks you have to give after having been rejected once already tonight, or maybe it was the fact that you were so close to kissing her moments ago, but you decide to take Yuna's challenge and raise the stakes. "Yuna - you couldn't even handle what I'm packing."

Yuna pauses, and your words hang in the air between the two of you, suspended right over that uncrossed line you have never dared to tread, and that is very close to being permanently broken. She takes one look at the dildo in her hand and one look down at your crotch, doing some form of mental calculation to find the truth in your statement. "Prove it, then."

"Fuck it," you say, deciding to end, once and for all, the game you’ve been playing the whole night. You take one last pull from your bottle, tossing it aside when you're done, and stand up to meet Yuna.

Yuna stares so hard at your crotch that she could burn a hole through your clothes, watching with rapt attention as you pop open the button and unzip your pants, pulling down the waistband of your briefs and letting your clothing fall to the floor, setting your cock free.

"You wanna measure them side-by-side?" You say, amused as you display your cock for her, your length rendering her lost for words.

Yuna gulps, seemingly unable to unglue her eyes at your cock. "I- is that all?"

You take a hold of your cock, and start to slowly stroke yourself, watching Yuna's face the whole time. Her mouth is frozen open and slack jawed, and you imagine what it would be like for your cock to be between her lips. You can see the shimmer of saliva building up in the corners of her mouth as you bring yourself to your full erection, and it's when you let go of your cock, proudly presenting it in its full hardness, that Yuna lets the dildo slip out of her fingers, leaving it to clatter on the ground.

Yuna's eyes dart between the fallen dildo and your cock, now able to accurately compare the two with a disbelieving stare, unable to hide the expression of shock on her face as she takes in the full measure of your length.

"This is the first cock you've ever seen in person - isn't it, Yuna?" You ask. "Is it everything you imagined?"

Yuna manages to somewhat collect herself, snapping her jaw shut, even now finding it difficult to accept that you were right. "No, I'm just… Surprised! You've never radiated big dick energy."

You smirk to yourself at finally managing to make Yuna eat her words. But now there are more important things to address - now that she has you pants down and fully exposed, it’s time to even the odds. "Your turn, Yuna."

"W-what?"

"If you really do use those toys as much as you say - show me. Prove it," you say, throwing her words back at her and gesturing towards the vibrator laying in the shoebox. You can see the thoughts racing through her mind, fighting a battle between lust and rationality, and you give her a helpful nudge by asking, "or are you chicken?"

"No," Yuna says firmly, finding her resolve. "You want a show? I'll give you a show."

Yuna bends down and reaches into the shoebox, retrieving the vibrator and moving towards the bed. She wastes no time - unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to her ankles, and then crawling onto the bed, barely giving you a chance to fully appreciate her cute, lacy, cotton, white panties, and to admire the way the fabric stretches over her plump, full ass.

She takes the pillows from the head of the bed and props them up against the wall, creating a makeshift backrest for herself. She turns around, leaning back into the pillows and stretches her legs out, dragging her panties down her long limbs, and then kicking them off her feet.

"You," Yuna says, addressing you as she spreads her legs apart, her knees pointing outwards and forming a 'V' shape, giving you a full, unguarded view of her bare, pink, juicy pussy. "Watch."

You kick off your own briefs and pants, and stand there awestruck, as Yuna switches on the silver bullet vibrator and brings it down between her legs. Yuna starts carefully, inhaling sharply at the first touch of the toy to her body, slowly dragging it along the bottom of her slit, coating it in the juices beginning to leak from her pussy. She then draws the toy all the way up her folds, finally resting the vibrating device against her slick, ripe clit.

"Yes," Yuna hisses softly as she starts to gently rotate the toy around her clit. She falls into a natural position, sinking slightly down into the bed, her legs parting further apart and giving you an even better view of her, as she stirs her own arousal with careful, practiced movements.

You're completely hypnotised by her - by how effortlessly erotic she is, watching as she grinds the toy against her clit, seeing her in a way you've never even imagined - her eyes half open, teeth biting into her bottom lip, and her hips gyrating back-and-forth, as if she was fucking some phantom cock in time with the movements of the vibrator.

It's truly a sight to behold as her pussy gets wetter and wetter with every circle of the vibrator around her clit, each pass slightly faster than the one before. Soon her heavy breaths turn into restrained moans, blending in with the low buzz of the toy vibrating against her mound, and it's after one particularly loud moan that her eyes flitter open, and her gaze locks onto yours, settling on you with a fierce, predatory smile.

"I - ah - told you so," Yuna says, relishing in the wired look on your face as you shamelessly stare at her, watching her fuck herself. You follow her eyes to your cock, seeing her smile expand into a wide grin as she drinks in the sight of your throbbing hardness. "Oh - mmph - is that for me?"

"Yeah," you say, not even attempting a denial, because frankly, it was true. "It is for you, Yuna. I didn't know you could look this fucking hot."

You let your baser instincts take over your mind, giving yourself over to that part of your brain that wants nothing more than to be in the moment with the scorching hot girl playing with her pussy in front of you, making herself aroused for your pleasure.

Yuna's eyes go even wider when you return your hand to your shaft and start to stroke your entire length from base to tip, pumping your cock in rhythm with the circles she draws around her stiff clit.

The two of you stay locked in an intense performance for each other, duelling with heated gazes and exasperated moans, with pumps of your cock and swirls of around her clit. It lasts until Yuna decides to push even further, and as if she was taunting you, she presses a button on her vibrator, causing it to whir even faster.

She moans again - the loudest yet - as she ups the pace of the toy against her mound. You stroke yourself harder in response, squeezing around your shaft while you pump yourself faster, matching her speed and refusing to fall behind her in this lustful battle of self-pleasure.

Again, Yuna pushes onward, and keeping her eyes on you, she uses her free hand to undo the top buttons of her shirt, showing off more of her creamy, porcelain-white skin, and exposing the curve of her collarbone.

Another button goes undone, this time showing you the dip of cleavage you had only caught glimpses of before, and then another, and another, until her cropped-shirt is wide open, and you see her black sports bra, before its quickly yanked down to free her breasts.

It's no surprise at all at how perfect her breasts are - two bountiful handfuls, wonderfully perky and round, treating you to a slight bounce as they're freed from their clothed prison. It's torturous, how close they are to you - you could reach for them right now - you could pin her to the bed and take her breasts between your lips and seize them into your hands. But Yuna reads your thoughts, taking her right breast for herself, pinching her nipples, and treating you to an elated sigh as she plays with her own chest.

"You like this - ooh - don't you?" Yuna asks, struggling to keep her eyes open while she watches you stroke yourself. "Look at you, so God - ah - damn hard, just from watching me play with myself. God your cock looks so good."

Her words barely register with you, just the sweet sound of her voice in her ears is enough. With Yuna right in front of you, pussy in full display, your mind is flooded with thoughts of what it would be like to hold her against you, to feel her lips on yours, to run your hands over her body - to take a hold of her slim waist and bury your cock in the warmth of her glistening, wet pussy.

You're so enraptured by the view of her wonderful pussy that you fail to notice the vibrator slip from Yuna's fingers and onto the bed, as she slowly flips herself over and gets on all fours. Like in some sort of trance, she crawls over to the edge of the bed and towards you, her mouth hanging open, tongue licking her lips.

She attracts you towards her with her eyes alone - you step forward to meet her at the bed, letting go of your cock so she can see it in its entirety. You watch her as she studies your cock, lustful curiosity getting the better of her - not that you even care, you're more than eager to find out what she'll do next.

"I - I - " she pants. Yuna's close enough that you can feel the warmth of her exhalations against the tip of your cock - it would only take a small push of your hips forward and you would be between her lips. "Can I - ?"

"Yes," you say, not even caring to hear the end of her request, more than happy to give her the approval to do whatever she wanted with you, as long as it involves your cock. She reaches out for you, and shatters the already tattered boundaries of your friendship, grasping your shaft and wrapping her delicate fingers around your length.

"It's so -" Yuna shuffles further across the bed, teetering on its edge, sidling up even closer to properly inspect your cock. She treats your length like some precious artefact to be examined, using her eyes to fully take measure of its size and shape. "So big."

"Ah!" You groan as her grip around you suddenly tightens, painfully squeezing on your cock like a stress ball. Her mouth stays open, eyes alight with wonder as you achingly twitch and throb in her hand.

She continues her experiments with your length - gripping you far too hard, roughly pulling down on your shaft far too fast - seemingly forgetting that it was an extension of you.

"Yuna!" You cry out, grabbing a hold of her wrist and stopping her callous stroking, managing to pull her attention away from your cock. "Is that how you always do it?"

Yuna eyes snap up from your cock to your face, her expression heated and her brows furrowed, annoyed at the interruption. "What do you mean?"

"It's not one of your toys, Yuna. You can't treat it like that."

"Are you really going to criticise me while my hands are on your cock?" Yuna asks, in total disbelief that you wouldn't simply be grateful that she was even handling your cock in the first place. "You. A man."

"You have to be gentle before you can be rough," you say. "Anticipation, Yuna."

"I can see why you get dumped so often," Yuna says with a sigh. "I thought all guys liked it hard and fast?"

"Sure, but -" you start to try explain yourself, but eventually decide that sometimes, the best way to learn is not by saying, but by doing. "Yuna. Put your hands behind your back."

"You're really going to tell me what to do -"

You interrupt her, repeating yourself - "hands behind your back."

It's only for a moment, but you see a flash of mischief cross Yuna's eyes as she contemplates defaulting to her usual habit of automatically dismissing any request you’ve ever made of her. But something in her expression changes, as she suppresses her need to rebel against your instructions, and instead she does as you say, letting go of your cock and holding her hands behind her back. She adjusts herself so she's on her knees and sits back on the heels of her feet, and in this position Yuna waits for you.

You move closer to her, equally surprised at how obedient she is being, and thrilled at the prospect of having her so subservient to you. You place a hand on her chin, cupping her face, and run the pad of your thumb over her pretty lips, feeling their softness, knowing that in seconds those very lips would be wrapped around your cock.

Yuna leans into the palm of your hand, chocolate pools looking up at you expectantly, matching the same excitement you could feel pumping through your veins. You move your hand to the back of her head, threading your fingers through her silky midnight hair, and tenderly draw her closer to your cock.

You direct her. "Kiss it."

Again, Yuna obeys, shifting around the bed so she’s flat on her stomach, and with her hands still behind her back lightly press her lips on the tip of your cock. It's immediately electric, the gentlest touch sending shivers running up your spine, enough that you can feel the beginnings of your pre-cum begin to leak out from the tip.

Yuna sees it, kisses the tip again, spreading the drop of your arousal across her lips like gloss. She keeps kissing - light, dainty brushes down your shaft, puckering her lips more and quietly moaning each time she presses their pillowy softness against your length.

You help her, holding your cock with your free hand, keeping it still and upright to ensure she can cover the entire surface area of your shaft. Her hungry eyes remain transfixed on your face, fascinated with the way that she can make you shudder so easily with just her lips.

She does as she's told and more, taking her time with her lips, and after properly, passionately, showering your shaft with kisses, she lands back on your tip, giving it a last, longing press. She waits again after she’s finished, in anticipation of your next instruction, her lips barely an inch away from your tip, a thin rope of saliva forming a translucent bridge connecting her to your cock.

"Tongue out," you command next, and Yuna's lips part, opening her mouth and extending her lovely, pink tongue.

You lay your cock flat on her tongue, testing her patience, pushing how far you can take this new dynamic in your relationship. She remains frozen still, statuesque, save for the trace amount of drool that starts to drip down the corners of her mouth.

"Lick," you say, and Yuna eagerly drags her tongue upwards, licking the underside of your shaft and over the ridge that separates the head of your cock. It's a simple motion, but it makes you weak at your knees, forcing your hand to tighten on the back of Yuna's head, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by the idol.

She flicks her tongue along the slit of your tip, scooping up the glob of pre-cum that had leaked out, before manoeuvring around to the other side of your cock, lathering your length from the head right down to the base of your shaft.

Yuna doesn't even need to try that hard - her tongue is long and wet and soft, and manages to stir strained groans and sighs of pleasure from you, using only simple, slow movements along every inch of you, leaving your cock covered in a sheen of her saliva.

Like with her kisses, Yuna takes her time, now understanding how the game is really played - just because she’s the one on her knees, hands behind her back, didn't mean that she isn't the one in control.

Realisation dawns on her dark chocolate eyes, studying you with a look so lustful, so erotic, that you have to remind yourself that it's Yuna that is on her knees before you, that it's your best friend that is turning you on far more than you've ever been before.

It's after a long, greedy lick of your cock that ends at your tip that you give her your next instruction - "now, use your - "

But Yuna's already ahead of you - she swirls her tongue around your head with such sudden immediacy that you nearly lose your footing, before sealing her lips around your cock and slowly taking an inch of you into her wet, hot mouth.

She can't go much further - only a few inches at first - but she makes up for it with enthusiasm, sucking tightly around you as she begins to bob her head back and forth on your cock. She takes you into her lips again and again, occasionally mixing up her noisy slurps with swishes of her tongue around your head, gaging your every reaction to her lips and tongues to direct the motions of her sucking.

After several gratuitous slurps of your length, Yuna's hands leave her back and joins the fray. She's learnt her lesson - approaching you with tenderness, she wraps her fingers carefully around your shaft and strokes you along with her sucks on your cock.

"God," you groan, your voice coming out far louder than you intended. Yuna smiles around your shaft, but rather than let her relish in how good she's already making you feel, you push down on her head, urging more of your cock past her wet lips and into her hot mouth.

As much as you want to match your hips with her back-and-forth pace on your cock and thrust freely into her face, you give her the time to adapt to your length and your girth. While Yuna's eager, she's clearly inexperienced, and while in the past you've experienced truly skilful blowjobs, just the fact that it was Yuna - that it’s her hot, wet lips suctioned around your cock, that it’s her hands stroking you up and down - makes everything feel utterly surreal and so much more exciting.

You tenderly stroke her hair, keeping the stray strands out of her face as she lovingly familiarises herself with your length - even though you’re the one getting your cock sucked, this is about her exploring your shaft with her wonderful mouth. The fact that it feels so God damn incredible is just another amazing bonus.

You can feel herself challenging herself on your cock, every odd bob of her head down your shaft she dips further down, gurgling slightly around your cock, before backing off to resume her previous pace. Yet each time, with each pump of your cock in and out of her mouth, she's able to take just a little bit more, extend the reach of her lips down your shaft that tiny distance farther, aided by the build of spit and slobber that now covers every inch of your length.

"Umm finnk mmmph mmph mmph!" Yuna sounds around your cock, unintelligible, muffled words vibrating around your shaft.

"What?" You ask, and Yuna gives you a sly, cute look, and she lifts her face off your cock with a loud smack of her lips.

"I said - I think I'm getting the hang of this!"

Her lips are already back on you as soon as the words have left Yuna's mouth, her hands on your hips, bracing herself and diving back onto you, pushing her her head down on your cock and taking in the most of your length so far, stealing an involuntary cry of "fuck!" from you.

Yuna pauses as your cock meets the back of her throat, hitting her right in her gag reflex. She coughs against you but keeps still, feeling your pulsating length tickle the back of her mouth before she withdraws again, letting your cock pop out of her mouth with a satisfied 'ah', punctuating her action with a generous swirl of her tongue, drawing around the circumference of your tip and eagerly licking up the dribbles of her saliva she had left behind.

"So much for a nun," Yuna teases, catching her breath between more scant kisses on your shaft. She can see your face, can hear your own laboured breaths, but she still has to ask - "do you like the way I suck your cock? I bet you love getting to watch your very own idol give you a blowjob?"

It feels good - far too good, and you know that with how quick she's learning, and with how eager and enthusiastic she is to have you in her mouth that it would be no time at all until she has you cumming down her throat.

She moves to take your cock back with her lips, but you hold her steady by the back of head and take her wrist with your other hand, stopping her stroking of your shaft.

Somewhere in the back of your mind - the childish, competitive part of your mind - you know you don't want to give her the satisfaction of making you cum so soon, you don't want to have her hold that over your head until the end of time, to throw it in your face in some future argument.

Not that you were even sure what would come next for your relationship - could you even be just friends with someone who was slurping down your cock?

Did you even want to be just friends?

"Hey!" Yuna gets your attention, pouting once again. "I wasn't done yet! Are you afraid of cumming too soon?"

You grit your teeth, a lie already prepared. "Like a first timer could make me cum so easily. Let me show you how it's done."

"Oh, really?"

"Lie back."

"What are you - "

"Lie back, Yuna," you repeat, this time with deliberate firmness.

Your change in tone flicks a switch inside Yuna, turning her docile once more, and she turns herself over, letting herself fall back into the bed with eager obedience.

Yuna stretches herself out backwards, reaching the wall with her fingertips, and lying her head on the set of stacked pillows. With her ass already on the edge of the mattress, she posts her legs on either side of her, reading your intentions and parting her thighs for you. "Show me what you got, Romeo."

You've never seen her look so vulnerable before, purposefully laying herself bare and completely at your mercy - just for you. She's naked, save for the shirt, doing little to hide anything at all - wide open and exposing her humble, perky breasts, and showing off her tight, skinny, little waist.

Nothing covers her from the waist down, however, and it's between her legs that you take your position, falling to your knees in front of the bed, taking in an up-close view of her bare, cleanly shaven pussy. She's already wet - her lips juicy and glistening, well-prepared from her earlier masturbation, and at the top of her mound her clit stands exposed and stiff with arousal.

Your eyes follow downwards, and you smirk at the way the generous cheeks of her ass squish into the mattress beneath her, and as much as you want to flip her over and bury your face between those gorgeous cheeks, you know that you have work to do.

Proving your point to Yuna means pleasing her entire body - beginning with the very tips of her meticulously manicured toes. She can't see you from her position, and she shivers with surprise at your starting point, as you take her right foot - as flawless and blemish-free as the rest of her - into your hands.

"I knew you were a weirdo," she murmurs, but you ignore her quip, carefully massaging the pads of your thumbs into the slope of her foot. You knead the ball of her foot with your fingers, and slowly raise her foot up higher as you bend down closer to her painted toes.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," you reply.

"As if - ah -" Yuna gasps as you kiss her first toe, and you smile to yourself as you feel it curl against your lips in response. You take care to give each digit its own kiss, and while Yuna is out of remarks as you reach the smallest of her toes, she does hold a breath as you lift her foot higher, giving you access to the sole, and allowing you to familiarise your tongue with its velvety texture.

You continue massaging and caressing her foot with your hands as you drag your tongue over the ball of her foot, up its arch, and towards her heel, indulging yourself in the soft, salty-sweetness of her skin.

You resist the urge to say 'I told you so' when she lets out a whimper as your tongue leaves her foot. You return your lips to her ankle, however, kissing your way up the long runway that is her slender leg.

It's much time spent, but no time wasted - how could it be wasted when your lips are pressed against her shin, or your tongue tickles underneath her knee, or you get your first, proper taste of her firm, muscled thighs.

Yuna's legs are as long as they are lovely, and it takes time to give them the attention they deserve - to give the right amount of gentle coaxing that makes her mewl and moan and sets Yuna's whole body on fire.

She adjusts her body as you make your way up her leg, trying to rush you through to the wet, pink treasure that lies at the end of your journey. But you take your time, ignoring her futile efforts to reach for the back of your head, desperately needing you to find her pussy with your tongue as soon as possible.

You plant kisses on her creamy-white thighs, and as if you entered some secret passcode with your lips, her thighs part even wider for you, giving you explicit access to her slick, inviting pussy.

Yuna sighs in relief as you move closer to her heat, and a pained moan escapes her lips as she feels your breath over her lips, only to be replaced with a whimper as you dodge her pussy and veer to her other thigh, latching on to her skin and tasting the dewy residue that lingers on her.

Kissing into the groove that separates her leg from her crotch puts you in range of her hands, and it's with a harsh yank that you're pulled by your hair back to her pussy.

Despite the momentary sting, you still grin when you see her face, as she lifts her neck up to lock eyes with you - eyes communicating need, lust, want - begging for more than what you're giving her.

"Like I said," you say, "anticipation."

You stay there, breathing on her mound, watching Yuna's face, emotions torn between doing what she swore to never do - admit you're right - and needing her pussy to be eaten by you.

Yuna makes up her mind and looks down on you, eyes wide and alluring, lips pursed in a pout, and she begs - "please."

The word is like a trigger, a simple request laden with sexual desire, leading you to breathe in her pussy, giving her a long, slow lick starting from the very bottom of her folds, and dragging your tongue up to the very tip of her clit, getting your first full, sweet taste of Yuna's hot, wet cunt.

"Oh, oh fuck!" Yuna moans, thighs squeezing tighter against your ears, pulling your face closer into her trembling folds, while raising her hips higher to push more of herself against your tongue.

You resist her urging, determined to take her at your own pace, gracing her with slow, purposeful, long licks. You gather all the juices that had lined her folds on your tongue, tasting each nook and cranny of her beckoning pussy, enjoying the quiver of her thighs on either side of your head as you drink in Yuna.

Yuna moans and gasps with each lick, with each kiss against her sensitive flesh, and you revel in the opportunity to tease out each agonising sigh from her pretty, pink lips.

"More," Yuna whispers in a hushed, desperate voice. "Please, I want it."

"You need to say it, Yuna," you say, far from done hearing Yuna say just how much she wanted you.

"I - I need it!" Yuna exclaims, "I need you to eat my pussy."

She's waited long enough, and you reward her accordingly - you snake a hand between her legs, carefully spreading apart her glossy pussy lips with your fingers, pulling back her hood and leaving her clit standing alone. You have intentionally been avoiding the centre of her arousal, but now you make it your sole focus, testing her with a light lick with just the tip of your tongue.

Yuna's legs wrap around your shoulders, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing to do but satiate your appetite with her pussy, pressing your lips to her mound and sucking on her needy clit.

"God - ah - yes!" Yuna cries out, as her fingers claw at your hair and her ankles lock behind your neck. You fall face-first into her cunt, suctioning your lips around her, working at a steady pace on her pussy, giving her more generous licks with your tongue, passionately frenching her folds and drinking in the sweet, tangy nectar that dribbles into your mouth.

Yuna disappears into her own world - she moans and writhes and squirms and you need to take hold of her thighs to keep her steady while you suck harder and harder on her swollen clit. She responds in kind, fucking herself against your tongue, grinding her hips onto your face, suffocating you with her drenched, delicious heat.

With each lick Yuna gets louder and louder, her body gets hotter, and from your vantage point between her luscious thighs, you spy an expression of true bliss painted on her face, as she hurtles towards her orgasm.

Still, your job isn't complete and in the corner of your eye you spot the gleam of the silver vibrator, previously discarded and nearly forgotten.

Unnoticed to Yuna, who's far too busy basking in the sensations your tongue is making her feel, you reach over and take the toy. She doesn't even hear its buzz when you switch it on, and it's only when your lips loosen from her clit, and your tongue leaves to explore further south that Yuna finally opens her mouth in protest, whimpering, "no - FUCK!"

Yuna throws her head back into the pillows, holding onto handfuls of your hair for dear life as you press the vibrator up against her clit, keeping the buzzing toy steady while you plunder her needy, soaking wet hole with your tongue.

Time barely passes but it's all too much and all too sudden, and she can't even last another second before her hips involuntarily rise off the mattress and she loses complete control of her own body, a slave to the rapturous elation you're making her feel.

"Th - that's it!" Yuna shouts, her voice bouncing off the walls until all you hear, all you taste, and all you know is her. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm actually - fuck - about to - FUCK!"

Yuna's thighs close in on you, sandwiching your head in their warmth, trapping your face up against the heat of her sopping wet pussy. You ride out her orgasm with her, keeping the vibrator pressed flush against her clit, while maintaining the pace of your tongue on her hot, slick flesh.

She shakes against you, her hips convulsing and rocking against your lips, loosening a steady stream of warm, sweet juices that freely flow onto your waiting, lapping tongue.

Her grip loosens on your head, her fingers slipping out from your hair and her arms carelessly swing outwards. She loses herself in the throes of her orgasm - a pillow flies off the bed, sailing over your shoulder and hitting the table next to you, sending half-finished bottles of soju tumbling over and rolling onto the carpet, spilling out their contents onto the floor.

She barely cares, barely even registers the fact, still trembling and quivering upon you, trying to endure the remaining waves of pleasure crashing over her tight body.

A long minute of heavy breathing and quiet whimpers pass, and Yuna manages to somewhat recover, allowing her legs to slip off your shoulders, and rediscovering her own voice.

"I didn't know," Yuna gasps, trying to catch her own breath, her hips twitching against you, smearing her wetness all over your chin. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

You chuckle to yourself, proud of your work, lifting your face from her pussy and licking off the juices that linger on your lips. You wipe the remainder off your chin with the back of your hand, taking a moment to examine its lustre, before licking that up as well, savouring the taste.

Yuna reaches for you, and you take her offered hand, helping yourself up to your feet and onto the bed with her. You crawl over her, posting your knees on either side of her thighs and your hands on either side of her shoulders.

You bring your face level with Yuna's - despite the fact that she just came on your face, she still looks so innocent, so demure, so much like the Yuna you know. Her cheeks are a bright rosy red, whether from the aftermath of her orgasm or the alcohol, or just plain shyness, you can't be sure, but it gives her an ethereal, other-worldly glow.

You want nothing more in the world than to kiss her, to take the lips that you realise you've spent years longing for - often fantasising about, but never imagining that they could actually be yours. You carefully brush a strand of hair from her face, leaning down and moving in to finally kiss her.

"Wait," Yuna stops you, reaching up for your face with both hands, cradling your cheeks in her palms. "I - I want you to know that you're my first."

You absorb her words, appreciating her admission, appreciating her willingness to cut through all the games, all the silliness, all the safeguards the two of you have used to protect your relationship and make herself vulnerable for you. "Tell me what you want, Yuna."

"I want you," Yuna breathes the magical words into existence, and you can't help but smile in response. "I want you to be my first. I've always wanted you."

Everything - every mixed feeling of friendship, of love, of lust, every ounce of tension that exists in the space between the two of you and has grown over the past few years - it all culminates in a kiss - a slow, gentle, sweet kiss.

Hands become tangled in hair, bodies are pressed together, and you become intimately aware of how sweet and wonderful Yuna tastes. A moan into your mouth and your lips part, breathing her in, deepening your kiss and letting her tongue seek its partner within your own mouth.

It's tender and loving and passionate, and it's through your kiss, through the dance of your tongues that you say all the things that you've ever wished you had said to each other.

She holds your face in her hands, pulling you closer to her, while you run your own hand up her body, tracing the curve of her waist, stopping when you take hold of the lining of her bra.

Her shirt and sports bra come off all at once - you carefully roll the clothing up and off her body, treating the reveal of her chest like some precious ceremony, needing to see more of her.

You break the kiss, avoiding her chasing lips to take in Yuna's unencumbered chest. Without the clothing in the way, you can truly appreciate the perfect shape of her breasts - small, firm, and round, tipped with dark chocolate nipples, already raised and taut and ready for your lips.

You do what you've only been able to dream of before, diving in on her dark, dusky nipples, greedily taking the stiff bud atop her right breast between your hungry lips, while taking her left into the palm of your hand - massaging, pulling and pinching.

Kissing turns to licking turns to sucking, and soon Yuna's gasping as you feast on her tight, needy nubs, tasting their pure deliciousness, committing the texture of Yuna's nipple on your tongue to memory.

You submerge yourself in her chest, haphazardly marking your territory, sucking and squeezing and licking, swapping from breast to breast, filling your mouth with as much of her as you could, while Yuna writhes beneath you, moaning beautiful cries of pleasure into your ear with every swirl of your tongue and graze of your teeth.

You're only stopped by Yuna bunching up your shirt into your hands and pushing you off her chest to hold you above her. Rather than make any effort with your buttons, Yuna simply rips your shirt apart, sending buttons sailing across the room.

It's her time to show her own hunger, her own greed for your body, pulling you back down to her and attacking your own chest with her tongue and her lips, kissing into your body and marking you as you did her. As her teeth brush against your own nipple, you grasp her shoulders, separating her from you and pinning her down into the mattress below.

Frenzied, torrid eyes mirror one another, and you voice the words you had been waiting to say all night.

"Yuna," you say, your voice raspy and low. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Do it," Yuna breathes, her hot breath tickling against your cheek. "Just - please - be gentle, okay?"

"Whatever you want, however you want." You lean down, pressing your lips to hers, sealing your promise to her with a kiss. "It's all yours."

"No," Yuna whispers back, "I'm all yours."

You kiss her again, throwing yourself back in immediately from where you left off, slipping your tongue back into her mouth and intertwining with hers. You help her take off your shirt, tossing it aside before you fall back into her waiting arms.

You manoeuvre around each other, naked bodies twisting into one, finding your way between her legs and positioning yourself between her thighs, resting your cock a hair's breadth away from the hot, slick lips of her pussy.

You continue your kisses onto her cheek, down the curve of her jaw, finding your way to her ear to whisper your final instruction - "put it in."

You wait for her, needing her to be the one to take the lead - she has to be the one to cross that final threshold and take your cock for her own.

Yuna grasps your shaft, and you gasp as she runs her hand down your length from tip to base, wrapping her fingers around you and giving you a long, slow pump, and aiming the head of your cock at her dripping entrance.

Your eyes remain on her face the whole time, watching as she closes her eyes and opens her mouth to release a breathless moan, pulling you into her, drawing you past her plump, wet, lips and into her waiting, juicy pussy.

Yuna is hot and wet and perfect, but most of all she is tight. As wet for you as she already is, even with your cock barely inside her, you know she is by far the tightest girl you've ever been with.

You need to take it agonisingly slow - need to feed her pussy every inch of your cock bit by bit, let her mould herself around your length, let her walls ripple and close around your shaft. Like with her mouth, Yuna adapts her pussy to you, generously lathering your cock with her juices, wrapping you in a silky embrace that's so easy to sink into.

Yuna sets the pace, closing her legs behind you, squeezing her thighs against your hips, and drawing you in deeper and deeper inside her. With each additional inch Yuna's whimpers rise in pitch, and it's through your soft kisses into her neck that you let her know it's okay for her to take her time.

It gives you the opportunity to relish every moment, to feel the intimacy of having her so close to you, wrapped around you and pressed against your body, to truly experience the divine depths of Yuna's pussy.

Her whimpers in your ear soon turn into full, loud moans, and it's when you finally, triumphantly, fully impale her on your cock that Yuna loses all sense of self and cries out your name - not your nickname, not Romeo, not an insult, not a taunt, but your name - and you swear you've never heard a sound more beautiful than your name leaving her lips.

Yuna's eyes snap open and go wide - both from being so totally filled for the first time, and in surprise at herself that she let your name so shamelessly slip from her lips.

You lift your head up, releasing a breath you weren't even aware you’ve been holding, and search for Yuna's eyes, asking her, "you okay?"

She smiles up at you - a smile filled with affection, love, satisfaction - telling you all you need to know. "Yes… It - it feels good. I just didn't expect it to feel this big inside me. I've thought about this so many times but I never thought it would feel like this."

Yuna shifts her hips around you, sinking into the feeling of being so completely filled for the very first time, moaning softly as she grinds her hips against you, letting you know she's ready for more.

"I'm better than okay," Yuna whispers. "Please - keep going. Make love to me."

You give her a small nod, carefully drawing your hips back, trying your best to withstand the feeling of her pussy desperately grasping onto you as you pull your cock out of her. You only take out a few inches at first before you push back into her, fucking her at slow, loving pace, letting her adjust to your length, letting her pussy get wetter and wetter, get more used to taking you to the hilt and having you fill her.

Yuna moans with each entry and gasps with each exit, her hips raise to meet you with each thrust, and you feel every squeeze, every clench of her tight walls around you, as you do your best to stretch her out around your thick girth. Every pump into her perfect body gets easier and easier, every stroke longer and deeper, and before long you're fucking her to a steady beat.

The pleasure is almost mind-numbing - each thrust is better than the last, your only disappointment is that you can't see your shaft disappear again and again into her incredible pussy. You're both still so sensitive - Yuna from just having orgasmed, and you from spending the past hour on the edge of your own - and it makes everything feel so unreal - it makes Yuna feel so unreal.

"It's so good - God - so good!" Yuna gasps. "But you can - you can fuck me hard - ah!"

You slam your hips into her before she can finish her sentence, penetrating her completely and fucking her down and into the mattress. You try your best to reach the deepest parts of her pussy, only letting your cock slip out halfway before you drive back into her body with enough force that the bed starts to buckle and creak beneath you.

You don't fuck her faster - not yet - you just maintain the steady rhythm of your hips crashing into her body again and again and again, drawing out a slew of words that you have never thought in your wildest dreams could possibly come out of Yuna's lips.

"Oh - Oh God! That's so fucking deep," Yuna cries out. "Just like that - ah - stretch me out just like that - fuck!"

Her words spur you, driving you mad with lust and need for more of her body. You shift yourself up, letting go of her body and posting your hands on either side of her shoulders into a half push-up, giving you the perfect angle and leverage to fuck your cock down and into her.

Her whole body is rocked each time your hips meet - delighting you with the bounce of her small, perfectly round breasts, shaking with each thrust of your cock into her, and with the up and down flickering of her stiff, glistening nipples, still wet and marked with your saliva.

You reach up with your hand, squeezing her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples, pinching and groping at her chest, wantonly having your way with Yuna's body.

"Fuck!" Yuna exclaims. "I've wanted this for so long. All those girls - those bitches - "

Yuna grabs your face with her hands, turning your face to hers and making sure you're looking in her eyes. She's the perfect contradiction of filth and purity, beautiful features twisted in serene pleasure, unmatched visuals voicing the lewdest thoughts.

"They were right to be jealous of me," Yuna declares. "Now fuck me faster - more - please!"

Your pace picks up - her pussy is wet enough, has covered your cock with enough of her juices that you can glide in and out of her with increasing ease. She settles into the rhythm of your fucking, encouraging you with her whimpers and moans and gasps, losing herself in the overwhelming sensations you're making her feel.

Yuna's movements beneath you grow wilder and unrestrained - she kisses into your neck, whispers sweet nothings into your ear, desperately roams your back with her hands. You've had your fair sure of partners before - partners who had wanted it rough, or who had wanted it hard or fast, or wanted nothing more than a quick orgasm - but with Yuna it's different. It's at once filthy and loving, a true feeling of someone matching you on both a primal and intimate level, of being joined with someone, of experiencing every single ounce of pleasure your bodies had to offer each other.

It’s like her pussy was made for you, moulded specifically around your cock, built to drive you wild with it’s impossible tightness, blazing heat, and unending wetness.

"God… Oh God," Yuna gasps in your ear, "oh God that feels so good! So God-damn good inside me!"

Her hands clasp behind your neck, snatching you up and pulling you down into her, burying her sweat-covered forehead into your neck and pressing her tight, heavenly body up against yours, desperately doing everything she can to have as much of you joined with her as possible.

"That - that feels so fucking good. I can - oh God - I can feel all of you. "

Your pace builds and builds, and your hands feel for her - feel the curves of her waist, the ridges of her stomach, the softness of her breasts - and you kiss and lick at her neck, her cheek, her lips - receiving her sighs and moans as you devour Yuna with your hands and your tongue.

"As fast as you want - you can - fuck - you can do whatever you want with me."

You do as she says, hooking your hands onto the back of her shoulders and thrusting up and into her without restraint. You do as you want, savouring her, leaving her no more room to adapt, only to experience, to quiver and tremble beneath you, to give herself over to you as you fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, in and out and in and out of her incredibly tight, wet pussy.

Yuna flexes herself around you, tensing her muscles, squeezing around you as you penetrate her, making sure you feel the embrace of her slick walls around your cock as you fuck her with all the strength you have in your body.

"God - yes - fuck yes! I need - I want you so bad! I want your body - I want your cock." Yuna's words are no longer simple pleas, instead desperate demands, lustful desires that you're more than happy to fulfil. "I want your cum - I want to make you cum - I've wanted it for so damn long."

You can only muster grunts and groans in response, all your effort and mental focus devoted to the sole task of giving Yuna the fucking that she deserved.

"Why do you think I bought those toys? I fuck myself on that dildo thinking of you - but I should've known it doesn't even come close to the real - ah - fucking - ah - thing!"

It's her moans, mixed in with the slapping of skin to skin, and the sound of your cock bathing itself in the juices of her pussy that is enough to send you over the edge, to drive you to fuck her with every last bit of energy you have while you can still hold yourself back from your inevitable climax.

"I'm gonna -" Yuna tries to speak but can't even finish her own words before they're overtaken by her gasps and moans. You're no better - you can only acknowledge her attempt with a grunt, drunk on the feeling of her arms and legs coiling around you tighter, her warm, wet walls clenching and her whole body giving itself over to your cock.

She's so, so close - her back arches, her body possessed by her own pleasure, lifting itself up and pressing her nakedness against you. It's then that she lets go, doing away with the idea of holding on for any longer - letting her oncoming orgasm wash over her, letting it rock her being and overwhelming her with pleasure - her face twisting in pained bliss, her body turning hot, and her pussy gushing around you.

"So good," Yuna says, her breaths becoming moans becoming words, repeating over and over in a declaration of pleasure. "So good - so good - it's - SO- FUCKING - GOOD!"

Her heels dig into your back, forcing you into a harsh thrust deep into her quivering, shaking cunt, and sending a shock of pleasure throughout your body that becomes far too much for even you to handle. It's enough to push you to the brink, to pull you into joining her in bliss, and it's one excruciatingly delightful squeeze of her walls around you that forces your own orgasm forth, drawing the first thick stream of hot cum straight into the depths of her pussy.

She pulses and tightens around you as you throb and spasm within her, matching her orgasm for orgasm - your cum lining the walls of her pussy as her juices continue to flow freely around your waist - your two bodies intensifying and magnifying the pleasure taken from each other.

Through the haze of your own orgasm you manage to glimpse the beautiful visage of Yuna lost in the throes of her pure ecstasy - her eyes shut, lost in a world of her own satisfaction, and her mouth frozen open - a soft, warm exhale where an endless moan used to be.

The two of you remain as one for several more glorious seconds, your every burst of semen into her answered by the trembles of her body around you, filling her to the brim with cum and cock, until finally, every drop of your cum and every drop of her juices is entirely expended, pooling in the very place where your two bodies meet.

Your cock stays buried inside her warmth as the last vestiges of your respective orgasms fade away, leaving the two of you breathless, naked and vulnerable in each other's arms.

Eventually you roll to your side, with Yuna following after you, settling on top of you, draping a leg over your thighs and an arm over your chest. You hug her close, holding her as if she would float away if you let go.

You both need time to come down from the high of your fucking - Yuna herself remains silent against you, save for her heavy, laboured breaths, completely exhausted and overstimulated. She's never looked so small to you as she does now, nestled against your chest, so comfortable in your arms as if it’s where she was always meant to be.

She summons enough strength to lift her head, opening her wide, brown eyes to meet yours. Seeing her then - bathed in the lovely afterglow of sex, looking absolutely angelic - makes you wonder how you went so long without ever being with her in the first place.

You kiss her - the most natural thing to do, the only thing to do - and confirm that yes, the unreal beauty in your arms is real. The kiss is soft and sweet, her perfect lips lightly brushing against yours, her tongue gently caressing your own. You can feel her lips turn upwards into a smile as she kisses you, and you know it would be impossible to hold back your own stupid grin.

It's with a small giggle that she breaks your kiss, nuzzling her head against your chest while she looks down at the lasting evidence of your sex around your waists and on the bed below.

"God, you really made a mess of me, Romeo," Yuna murmurs dreamily into your chest.

'Mess' is the last word you would use to describe Yuna, but you still take your own peek at the very obvious stains on the bedsheets beneath you, as well as the spilled soju bottles now sprawled across the bedroom's carpet. The room is filled with the mixed aromas of soju and sex, and you know it’ll take more than an open window to rid the bedroom of the smell.

Yuna kisses your skin over where your heart is, tickling your chin with her hair as she does. Her kisses are soft and cute and loving, in the same way that Yuna is all those things and more, and she only stops when a thought suddenly occurs to her, and she lifts her head and look back up at you again.

"Oh," she says.

"What?"

"This isn't my bed."

"What?" You ask.

Yuna giggles once again, before answering, "Lia is going to be so mad when she sees this. Oh well! Future Yuna's problem. But we should probably at least attempt to clean up."

"It is getting late," you say.

"Stay," Yuna says, not giving you the chance to even dare suggest that you leave her side. "You’re staying with me tonight."

You kiss her on her forehead reassuringly, and even now you’re not putting up a fight against Yuna’s whims. Still, you glance in the direction of the bathroom, just outside the door. "Then how about a shower?"

"Together?" Yuna proposes, the implication so thick in her voice that you start to crumble all over again. "You wash my back, I'll wash yours?"

Yuna excitedly unravels herself from you, slipping out of your grasp and rising from the bed, standing before you in her full, glorious nakedness. You stare at her, mentally reminding yourself that yes, you did just have sex with the perfect, slim, tight idol before you, and that yes, that is your cum, thick and white and viscous, running down her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Yuna asks, her voice bringing you out of your reverie.

"Remembering this," you reply, and Yuna extends a hand to you, helping you up from the bed, and bringing you with her to the bathroom.

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"Argh! What the - " You exclaim as something hits you in the face, forcing you awake. You open your eyes just in time to catch Yuna drawing her foot back to kick you in the face.

"Come on, I thought you liked this sort of stuff?" She teases, stamping her foot onto your cheek, sending you rolling across the bed. "Hurry up and get out of my house, Romeo."

"Fuck, okay!" You say, but Yuna keeps poking you with her foot, to the point where you have to tumble out of the bed to escape her prods.

"I'll give you five minutes to get dressed and then we both have to be out of here," Yuna says, already leaving the room. "Unlike you, I have to work, and I definitely don't trust you enough to be alone in our dorm, so chop chop!"

You rub your bleary eyes, adjusting your vision to the sunlight seeping through the window and directly onto your face. You scan the room for your clothes - your shirt is crumpled in a corner, your pants are hanging from a bed post, and your socks are suspiciously missing and presumably lost forever in the mess that is Yuna's room.

If you were slightly more coherent, you would make a quip about how disorganised she is, but instead you just grumble and get to your feet and start picking up your clothes.

It's when you're putting on your pants that you spot Yuna leaning on the bedroom door frame, watching you with a small smile.

"Just enjoying the view," she giggles, making you suddenly aware of your own nakedness. "Nothing I haven't seen before, anyway."

"Yeah," you say, far too tired and a little too hungover to feel any sense of shame. Plus, she was right - she had seen more than enough of you last night. Yet that still didn't stop her ogling.

"Anyway, I don't have time to waste," Yuna says, more to herself than anything, before adding, "I'll message you when I'm done with my schedule today."

"Right."

"Make sure you pick someplace nice," she continues. "And wear something better than that. Maybe try a haircut too."

"Uh - what?"

"For our first date, dummy."

"Our first - " you start. "You're not allowed to date."

"I never said that," she says. "I may have let you believe it, but I never said it."

"Then why - "

"Because I like you, idiot."

You have no idea what to say to that - have no idea what to even think. Of course you like her - but... But what?

Yuna doesn't give you any time to sort out your thoughts or your feelings, and steps across the room towards you. You can't help the thumping of your heart, nor the lump in your throat, or your shortness of breath, you can only stand still as your friend - the girl you've loved longer than you have even been aware of yourself - approaches you.

It could just be a trick of the light, but you swear she’s never looked so good, and you feel like you're truly seeing her for the first time. Were her eyes always so bright? Did her smile always make your heart race? Was she always so beautiful?

Yuna theatrically sweeps her long, dark hair over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly, and asks - "how do I look?"

You blink, and try to think of something to say that isn't totally stupid. "Uh - "

"That good, huh?" Yuna smirks, leaning even closer to you. She even smells incredible.

Yuna places her right hand on your cheek, while snaking her left her hand onto your waist. She stands on the tips of her toes, leaning forward to press her lips against yours, giving you what feels like will be the first of many of these kinds of kisses.

She holds her lips against yours for a precious few seconds, enough for you to wrap your arms around her back and keep her with you for just that little bit longer.

Reluctantly, you let the kiss reach its natural end, and Yuna falls back on the heels of her feet.

She starts to separate from you, letting herself out of your grasp, but it’s then when you both simultaneously become aware of your cock, having itself just woken up from its slumber.

“Ah, that’s -” you say, floundering to find an innocent explanation for your morning wood.

Yuna stops you, and a smile grows on her face, spreading into a dangerous, lustful grin. "I guess I could be talked into being late today, Romeo."

[mywritingonlyfans]

Angst fic with Damiano David

prompt: a angsty about reader being sad (dami bff) 'cause damiano doesn't feel the same way romantically. ps. there's a lot of victoria de angelis being a angel in this fic, and it's basically about reader going through it.

warnings: none? it's just a bit sad and longer than usual.

 All the soft touches still tingled all over your body. His scent was until now stuck to you, you never thought you’d feel happy to have woody essence along with cigarette smoke on you. 

 Folding the sleeve of his sweater, you put your tea in one of the cups you always use when you were there. His cotton piece was comfortable, making you didn't regret wearing it in the morning; it was cold and wearing your tank top from the night before didn't feel right. The shorts from yesterday, that were making your legs freeze were enough trouble for you to handle. The remnants of your clothes and belongings were collected from the floor of his room and placed carefully on his headboard, you made sure you were being quiet. Damiano has always been a heavy sleeper, but your counscious prevented you from risking disturbing him when he looks so peaceful. You had already spent much time at his place so you memorized where every thing in his kitchen - and others rooms - was; baking eggs and making tea wasn’t a mystery for you. You had even separated a Tylenol tablet for Damiano, so he could have it with his tea when he woke up with a wicked hangover. He wasn't the type to get drunk and forget what he did, nor were you. Since when you were teenagers, you have gone out and been drunk together a lot of times, and although your feelings were already present, nothing never happened. This time, however, alcohol helped injecting a dose of courage on him. Being honest with yourself, you didn't remember who started it; but the kiss in the midst of the loud music, his hand on the back of your neck, the exchanging glances while dancing and the moment he took you home, they were pretty vividly in your mind. You still felt relaxed, as if his sweaty body was still over yours. Minutes with your eyes closed was enough to feel his eyes roaming your body all over again.

“Hi,” he said in a slurred voice, cutting off your line of thoughts. You jumped, briefly scared but soon turned your attention to reality; a tired Damiano scratching his eyes in front of you.

He was dressed, wearing sweatpants and sweatshirt, duly comfortable according to the weather. 

 “Headache?” You knew he was. He was always a good drinker, he put up with it a lot, but he was never one to get rid of the effects of alcohol on the next day. You, on the other hand, got on better with this issue; fortunately from the night before, only the good moments remained with you.

“Yeah, a bit,” he giggled. “What a night, I’d say.” He added, in a lower tone. What was acceptable, you also felt a bit weird to be in front of him.

“I got you some pills,” you pointed it out to him on the counter, trying to maintain a normal behavior; with no shacking voice or sweaty hands. Quite impossible. “I made tea too.”

“Dear God, you’re a life saver!” He smiled at you, eyes crinkled and all of his perfect teeth on display. Contagious.

You grinned, feeling your body getting lighter. “No worries. I’m glad to help.”

“Y’know, when I woke up and saw that you weren't there I thought you were gone. You know? Friendship destroyed and that whole thing. I’m happy to see you; relieved.” He took a sip of his tea, and maybe a bit of your heart with it. You were an explosion of feeling when it comes to him, you always have been. “That sweater looks good on you, you can keep it if you want. You know that’s my fave one.” And, yeah, you knew.

The tension on you was no longer intense, comforting you to let out the breath you were holding. “It’s good to hear that,” Your genuine smile managed to say many things, you wished Damiano had noticed you earlier on other occasions. “Do you remember that one time, when we were younger, that you were a bit crazy about a girl; Alice was his name.” You stopped; in need of air - nervous - and watched Dami's attentive face. “She was the first person to whom you dedicated a song, you played it to her at school break. The cutest thing I had ever seen. I think it was there that I realized, a little jealous—“

“Y/N,” his voice had been almost inaudible, causing no effect. Had he really tried?

“How in love I was with you.”

His face was paler than usual, he was paralyzed; speechless. You had never seen Damiano like this, the men was always all over the place in a sweet talkative mess.

It took a few minutes for you to be able to read his expressions and realize how fucked up you were. The dose of happiness in your blood had been able to manipulate you to believe in what you most wanted to happen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” your blood had gone up to your ears, all you could pay attention to was the pressure in your head. How had you thought that after one specific night he would suddenly decide that he was in love with you? After all of this time that you were just a good friend for him? “I’m truly sorry but I’m don’t—“

“Feel the same way?” You finished. He nodded, apprehensively. You have never felt so stupid. It was a mixture of shame, fear and insecurity. You were unable to look directly at him, you knew that there was no change in following a friendship after what you just said, much less after the night before. You had never been so screwed.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing, I shouldn’t have said a thing.” You whispered, realizing that the lump in your throat had turned into tears that you didn't even know were running down your face.

“Come here,” he opened his arms, walking towards your emotionless frame. You allowed yourself to melt in his grip. 

 Your tears fell freely; you could even try to hold it back but there was no strength left for you to think about it. Your crying was silent, as was the kitchen room. Your head was full of questions and cursing at yourself. Suddenly you wished Damiano had yelled at you, asked you to get out of there or said he wouldn't never speak to you again. It seemed easier to deal with it in this alternative way than to have him comforting you for loving him. “Shh, it’ll alright. I could never be mad at you.”

He talked about your friendship, but you knew that nothing would end up well. Maybe for him. But for you? It’d not be that easy. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I should have known better, you were so loving with me last night that I thought— Fuck, we slept together. Which I know isn’t your fault because I don’t even remember who—“

“Stop, Y/N. Look at me,” He was being careful. You were making a person like Damiano calculate his words, that made you feel like pure shit. You stopped talking, looking at him was still difficult. He understood that you wouldn’t be doing so. “That’s fine. I don’t feel bad about you liking me in that way, you’re wonderful. I don't regret anything, last night was great, but I just... don't feel the same. I’d never do anything to hurt you. I can't even imagine how hard it’s being for you right now.” His words sounded sweet and sincere. He had tears in his eyes as well. His ability to be so empathetic to everyone was something you loved the most about him. He was probably killing himself on the inside for breaking you.

You nodded, leaning on the counter. You wanted to ask him if he remembered that he was your first kiss at the age of seven or all the times he sent you vinyl records with some message - that he had written himself - inside the cover. How did he not feel the same, shouldn't you be everything he wanted?

“Dami?” You sighed. Your eyes were red, your face probably swollen. You then looked straight at him; that surprisingly wasn’t much better than you. “Have you ever looked at me and seen me in another way? Something more than just your best friend?”

He didn’t say a thing, just look at you standing there. You get it.

“I think I should go,” You broke the silence that had been formed. You thought about taking his sweater off, but since you weren't wearing anything underneath, you thought it was better not; you’d have to go to his room to change, and then pick up your things only to delay your leaving.

“I can drive you home,” he said in a hush, looking for his car keys.

“It’s okay, a walk will be fine.”

“It’s fucking freezing outside, I can't let you walk over there like that.”

You ignored what he said, walking around the house to the front exit. He tried to grab your arm just for you to step back.

“I know you're just trying to help, but I need to be alone right now, without you near me.” You tried to say it in the most normal way possible, you didn't want to be mean, you only wanted to be fair to yourself.

“Sure.” It was the last thing you heard him say before you left, feeling the cold wind on your body. You didn't know if he had entered his house again or if he was watching you hug yourself as walking slowly to somewhere. You wouldn't dare to look back.

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“C’mon girl, get up here,” Upon hearing the husky, strong voice, you were relieved. 

 Victoria wasn’t wearing her usual jewelry and looked like she had just been woken up by force. You weren’t as close to her as you were with the other boys, however, you had never been so happy to see her.

You got in her car. “Thank you,”

“God, you look terrible. You’re fine?” You looked at your reflection in the rearview mirror and well, fine was definitely something you didn't look like.

“Dami asked you to come and get me?” Your throat was scratching, it was difficult to speak.

“Yeah,” she looked at you quickly, but due to your discomfort she backed off. More tears would come. “He didn't say why though, he just said he needed someone to come to you before you froze to death.” She said it in a way that made you laugh, even with your eyes filled with tears. “Did the two of you have a disagreement? You don't have to answer me if you don't want to.”

“Something similar.” You said shakily; due to your crying and chilly. Inside the car was heated, but your body was so cold that it didn't seem to be enough. You tried to snuggle in the passenger seat, letting your head rest against the window like in a sad film. Maybe that’d help.

“Here,” she handed you a coat, without hesitation you took it. “I brought it to you in case you needed it.”

You nodded slowly. “Thank you, Victoria,”

“You can call me Vic, just like everyone else,” she laughed.

You gave her a half smile. “Okay then, thank you very much, Vic,”

The rest of the day would be crying while you curled up in your bed, you’d let yourself feel at your worst; promising that you would try and change that the next day.

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You expected the first few days to be the hardest, but it seemed to get worse with each passing day. Damiano had tried to call you a few times and in all of them you responded dryly, using short words, pretending it’d be okay. You truly tried, but you needed time to process what happened. You told him that, and then time he gave you.

After completing a month of the incident, you noticed how 'dependent' you had become on him. He was always around since you were kids, any problem you had you would look for him to talk to, now you felt like you had nothing. Your friends were friends of his, too, more of his friends than yours. You missed having Thomas failing on teaching you how to play guitar on your couch and besides you thought about calling him - just to distract yourself - you remembered that he was more a friend of Damiano than yours. It’d be weird. None of them contacted you at that time, not even Thomas. You couldn't figure it out if Dami had told them what happened and they decided to give you space or if they just didn't care about you when you wasn’t around Damiano.

Basically, where Dami was you would be and vice versa. It had always been like that.

When you saw that just time wasn’t solving anything, you programmed yourself to live in a way that you were busy all the time. Your routine became work, home and most of the time taking the work to be done also in your home. You didn't feel energized to make new friends, and going out on dates could help momentarily but it wouldn't be fair to go out with someone in the ‘mood’ you were in; then these ideas were soon discarded. Sleeping was impossible, you spent hours rolling over in bed; both for the flashbacks that plagued your mind, but also for the fact that you missed him. The nights were worse when you visit your mother or when she called and said, "Dami never came to see me again." or something like. “Are you still talking to each other? We don't let someone like Damiano leave our lives.”

Deep down, you knew there was no way you could be in love with him forever and that no matter how much it hurt at that moment it would pass. You started to repeat it to yourself as much as you could, so when the boys got in touch with you again you didn't hesitate to answer. Nothing bad would happen, you just need to pretend to be fine. The first to send you a message was Thomas, with simple questions, he acted like nothing had happened, you liked it. Even though it was obvious that Thomas, as one of his boys, would know this in more detail than you did (which was a lie, but at least he knew how Damiano was feeling about it, which you wouldn't know). He updated you about Dami, who was great as always, and you said you were doing well when he asked. You answering him made Ethan talk to you too, although they were all polite and delicate, they seemed more to be sorry than to miss you. Pity wasn’t something you were expecting.

After five months, you still felt like crap. You had tried to stop counting the days that had passed since you last saw Damiano, but it was almost impossible. You could still remember that night vividly, but you were still trying your best to move on; leave it behind. Mysteriously, you wanted to see him, see how he was doing and find out if he had anything else to say but you were afraid to see him, go back to your place as his best friend just to realize that your feelings for him had not abated at all.

“...I haven't seen you in a while. I wonder if you're alright,” you heard when answering your phone. Your head hurt, your eyes stung. You had slept on spreadsheets that you brought home from your work.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Shit,” she murmured.

You looked at the phone screen. “Sorry Vic, I just woke up I'm still trying to copy.” You laughed to calm her down.

“I thought I didn't have my number,” her voice became softer, as if she was relieved that you had saved it. “I didn't want to wake you up, I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to know how you‘re doing, since I used to see you almost every day, y’know?”

You thought about saying that you saved her number the day Dami called to pick him up at a bar since his phone battery was dead and he was in no condition to drive, but Victoria clearly knew that. “Is Dami with you?”

“No,” her tone matched yours; Dami had told her, now she was being careful with her words. “I saved your number the day Dami needed to call you, in case I needed to call you again.”

“That’s alright, thanks for checking on me then.”

“But he would love to talk to you. He always asks the boys about you or comments on you so that someone can bring you up to the convo. He seems a bit lost when you not ‘round to be honest.”

Somehow hearing that made you happy. Still, the image of discomfort whenever you thought of talking to him scared you. The phone line was filled with silence, until Victoria's husky voice filled the line.

“Anyway, I didn't call you to talk about Damiano. We finally finished the album and decided to have a small celebration at my house,” you giggle at the formality. “We thought you should go, since you were present in more than half of the process. I‘d like you to come. We’d all like you to come.”

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Your heart accelerated with each step you took as you entered Victoria's house. The rooms had a glow of being calm and the music that was playing helped to make the place cozy. The instrumental of the band reminded you of Fleetwood Mac, and for the little that you knew Vic you would say that the type of sound reminded you of her. 

 Her house wasn’t crowded, there were only a few people around; some you’ve seen before, some you haven’t. You thundered your fingers over some vinyl that were arranged in a corner, pretending to read them. You were looking for familiar faces, honestly even for Damiano, but for some unknown reason you didn't want to make that obvious. Your eyes captured Thomas talking to some girls, and soon you felt relieved to be dressed according to the occasion; or at least according to the girls who were close to Thomas. It didn't take long until he noticed you standing there, you waved and he came to you. He looked surprised, still he didn't wait for you to say anything else, just wrapped you in his arms so tight you had to ask him to let go in between muffled laughter.

“Vic working miracles! Come, I'll take you to the others.” He said in his cute form, holding your hand as guiding you through the house. “So, how's our best girl?”

Your lips parted in a smile. “I’m alright, pretty much the same to be honest,” there was no time for him to ask another question because you soon spotted Ethan and Victoria with their beers in hands. They seemed to be shocked to see you as well; and it was starting to irritate you for reasons you couldn't explain. Thomas put you behind him, hiding you from the two of them as if they hadn't seen you already. He was being such a sweetheart that he had even managed to soften the anxious butterflies in your stomach; but not enough to keep your mind free of worries and Damiano David. Thomas made a funny noise with his hands as Ethan ignored his attempt to be amusing, pulling you into a hug. Who would have thought you would have missed them so much.

“How long without seeing you, I force you not to do that again. Without you we are just another disorganized mess.” You laughed at his nonsense. Your smile was sincere, like it hadn't been for months, still you were forcing yourself a bit more to appear to be actually 'fine'. You’d like to know if they noticed, even though you were appreciating that they didn’t.

“No worries, I‘m not planning on leaving you guys alone.”

 Ethan and Thomas started to discuss about something, Ethan was already under the effect of alcohol, and from time to time they asked for your opinion on how Victoria had been strangely quiet. Atypical of her, but she didn't seem to be out of place or uncomfortable, just quiet.

“Did a cat eat the tongue of my newest attractive friend?”

“Not this time,” she showed you her tongue, and then smirked. Her eyes shone in differently way under your gaze and her make up was making her look more mature. “Are you feelin’ good? Thank you for coming.” Victoria was happy to see you, you could feel that. She might be curious, but pity wasn’t something possible to see in her; different from the other boys. “You must be tired of hearing that question, I'm sorry. It‘ll no longer be asked.”

Her voice was soft, comfortable to hear. “I appreciate that. I really have heard a lot of that, but despite everything, I feel good ‘bout bein’ here.”

“I feel even happier that you came then,” she put her hand gently on your waist. The other two didn't even remember you and Vic were there. “Let's get you something to drink, we bought that red drink Damiano always says you love.”

“No way, it’s bishop cocktail?” You looked at her, a big grin on your face, even though you remembered that this was the drink you were drinking when the universe decided it would be a good idea for you and Dami to have a one-night stand. Just a lovely reminder. “Have you mixed everything up? like the rum with the red wine? or with red drink you just want to say you bought wine?” You asked, ignoring your internal conflicts. Everything would be fine, you ket repeating to yourself.

“In fact, I remember once hearing you comment you didn't mind it being mixed up in a random bottle.”

She pulled a glass bottle out of a bucket full of ice and you couldn't believe she remembered that; given that you could count on your fingers the times that you had actually spoken to her. You didn’t avoid each other, just didn’t have much of the opportunities.

“Oh my god, that’s so fuckin’ lovely.” You whispered. She was quick to pick up a glass and hand it to you, filling it with the so well remembered liquid. You took a sip, and the taste - or alcohol - made your butterflies calmer. “Thanks for that, tastes like heaven.” She took a glass for herself, by her expression she thought it was a waste of rum. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.”

“If you think so, who am I to deny.”

“Don’t be a bummer,” you bumped your shoulder with hers, eliciting a cute sound from her that made you laugh as well.

You wish that sensation had lasted longer, even so when a random girl approached you to ask something, you felt heavy; like a sign. Her hair was golden in perfect waves and her face was angelic in an almost divine way. You might have been overreacting, but she was the type to catch all the attention to herself.

“You’re Y/N, right? I was startin’ to think that I’d never get to know you.” She hugged you tight and you wondered if she really didn't know you. When she released you, you felt your heart breaking right there in front of her. She was wearing Dami's sweater; the same one from that night, the same one that you wore. You wanted to be wrong, but you’d know that sweater from a distance even after years. “He talks so much about you. Can you believe we never met?” She asked, alternating her gaze between you and Victoria. She had been silent, you had forgotten that she was still there. Your head was miles away in thoughts, making you dizzy.

“Hi, Bella,” Victoria said. You remembered that name. Damiano talked about her on a few occasions, anyways he didn't seem to be in love - or you just didn’t want to see that. Maybe you haven’t been able to read him due to your stupid passion. “How’s everything?”

She started talking to Victoria and you couldn't concentrate on listening; all the alcohol in the world would not ease what you were feeling. How long have they been together? What was so special about her that Damiano gives her his favorite sweater? Were they together when you slept together? How did she end up with the same sweater you slept in that day?

She held the cup that was in your hands and handed it to Victoria. “Are you okay, hon’? You look a lil’ unwell. Do you want me to get you some water?”

“No need, I’m alright,” she patted your arm, and then checked your temperature. She was being nice, yet you couldn't pretend to be interested in being there anymore.

Thankfully, Victoria put an arm around your shoulders, asking if you want to join her to have a smoke. “It’ll be good, fresh air will do good to you.”

You agreed. Bella was worried and you felt bad about having to run away from her. She looked like an incredible person, sure Damiano was lucky to have her, that was just too much for you.

“Do this, you will feel better. We can talk later and so you can tell me everything about you and Dami, I’d love to hear you, since you’ve known each other for so long.” You looked for some irony in her voice, but you didn't found it. She was interested in you; after all, you were her boyfriend's best friend. It made sense.

Victoria guided you to the balcony, or at least halfway to it. Midway, someone stopped to talk to her, she tried to dismiss the person, however, as it was a thing related to the album, she would have no way out. “Victoria, it’s fine, I need some time alone.” You whispered to her, patting on her arm. She looked at you reluctantly, but understand. There wouldn't be much she could do for you.

Entering the balcony you felt an absurd urge to cry, your eyes itched and your legs were trembling. Was being in love meant to hurt this much, or was it just a game of chance?

You tried to take a deep breath, ease your heartbeats, telling yourself it was okay. You just needed to calm down. You leaned your body against the wall and watched the place. The plants near the fence - which you didn't know how Victoria had time to take care of them - the streets, and then the sky. Starry and moist, made for good memories that wouldn't come to you. When you felt ready enough to go out and face the party again, you ran into the one you were trying to avoid, Dami. Minutes ago you were anxious with the possibility to see him to know how he was, now you just wanted to run away and wipe these last months out of your mind.

“Y/N,” his body collided with yours while his arms wrapped around you, it was supposed to be a good thing, that you‘d feel safe as the same way you used to feel, except that was uncomfortable now. You couldn't even respond to his hug, for a second you thought you would escape without having to see him. He noticed and gave you space. “I swore that you wouldn't come. My god, it's so good to see you.” He ran his hands through his hair and you remained paralyzed in front of him.

You tried to focus on your breathing so that your voice came out without too many complications. “Yeah... It's good to see you, you look great.” It didn't work, your voice was shaky making your lie sound even worse. He looks great, you didn't lie, he seemed even happier and well rested. You wondered if it was because the album was ready or because now he had Bella.

You forced a smile, but unlike the others, Damiano knew you were acting. He didn’t judge or question, his face became tense, apprehensive. He knew that nothing was right.

“I thought about callin’ you more, goin’ to see you or something. The boys convinced me that it‘d be better not, that it could be even hard for you. I wonder if I shouldn't have done something different to help you because I know I fucked up too.” His hands were undecided between running through his hair and staying inside his pockets. He was nervous, at the same relieved to have spoken to you.

“It wasn't your fault, I’d never blame you for that,” you sighed, smiling slightly. It felt terrible to make him feel that way about it, but there wasn't much you could do. “I'm glad you gave me space when I asked, it's still hard to see you or think about talkin’ to you. It is as if everything that is tormenting me comes all at once.” It was good to say that to him. He nodded and you looked at each other for a while. It wasn't as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

He was a few feet away from you while you were admiring the night, with your back against the wall. You wanted to leave, maybe go cry in your bed until you fell asleep, still you wanted things to work out with Dami, you wanted that tension and fear of seeing him to get out of your head. Despite that, if it was necessary to suffer in that process, it would not be worth it.

“She’s amazing,” it hurt to say that, but it was the truth. “Bella’s amazing, lucky girl.” You smiled sadly. Saying her name and seeing Dami smiling at that made you thank God for not seeing the two of them together, hugging or kissing. He‘d probably put his hand on her waist while she was talking to one of his friends or giving lightly kisses to her temple, just because he felt like it. Damiano was the cute type, you've seen it before.

“She is, an amazing person. She was all happy to have spoken to you. I told her all about our teenage years and how you always supported the band,” He had told her about you, would he have told her about you being in love with him? You thought to ask, soon giving up. It’d be shameful if so. “If I knew you would be here I’d not have come with her.” It made you think that he had told her.

“What would you do? Would you hide me from her for the rest of your life?” You sighed. it was supposed to sound like a joke, regrettably your voice sounded too cruel for that.

“It’s not like that,” he mumbled. “I was just tryin’ to think of you and—“

“I think I need to go Dami, it’s being too much. I’m sorry.” You needed to get out of there, you couldn't stop the tears anymore and you knew it was a bad idea to talk about her with him.

You took a few steps back just for Damiano to grab at your arm, without putting strength, just like a few months ago, to stop you in front of him. You turned your face away from looking at his eyes, feeling as the tears run down your cheek. You'd never be able to face him, this situation was only proving that to you even more.

“Please, Y/N. Just tell me what I need to do. I will do anything for you to talk to me again. I need you, you know that. The past few weeks have been a mess without you around. Even little my mom misses you. I’d do anything to have you back like before.” He was about to cry, his eyes shone with tears and it was painful to watch. He could do anything for you to stay; except what would make you stay. Unfortunately, it didn't depend only on his good will.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” you said in a lack of air, signaling the space around you with your finger. “But this, this is too much. It kills me to have to be close to you or to be close to things or people that remind me of you, seeing someone else with you doesn't help at all. I still think about the fact that we slept together... I can’t just forget it ‘cause it meant so much to me and to you, to you? it was nothing.” You were out of breath, you just wanted to cry in peace, put everything out until there was nothing left. 

 He released his hands of you, his face red and damp. It wasn't going to be easy for either of you. Time wouldn't matter; it wouldn’t change a thing because whenever you looked at him you’d wonder about how things could have been like if he had chosen you.

He whispered one more time that he was sorry, then let you go. He could have stopped you, but it's not like he knew what to do anymore. 

He watched as you walk out without even looking back.

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You went through the party walking fast, avoiding acquaintances and questions about why you were like that. Your body was heavy as well as your conscience. Outside the house the street was empty, the streetlights illuminated the sidewalk and along with the silence of the street you felt invited to sit there. You brought your knees close to your body, trying to breathe calmly. Pulling the air in, and then releasing it in a normal way. Your heart was beating so fast that your whole body was agitated. You tried to stay still. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling a little dizzy when you saw someone walk out the front door of the house. You dropped your knees, trying to look decent, but gave up as soon as the person came closer to you and you saw that it was Victoria. She sat next to you, pulling you into a hug. You were happy that she went to you.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, hugging her waist and hiding your face in the fabric of her shirt.

“Stop saying that you’re fine when you’re far from being fine, I won’t judge you sweetheart,” she comforted you, giving you a extra squeezing. You were far from being alright, but it helped, having someone there helped.

She placed her chin on top of your head, soothing you until your crying softened. She rubbed your back and whispered that it’d be okay.

“Did Damiano send you here?”

“No, darlin’. He said that you had talked, and then you had to leave, he didn't look well, I thought you wouldn't be either.”

“And then you decided to look out for me?” You laughed, still tucked in her warm arms.

“Yep, sounds like you need me, don’t you think?” She laughed too, causing the vibration of her chest next to yours make you feel taken in.

“Why’s love so painful?”

Victoria didn't answer, she was thoughtful for a few minutes, and then she stood up, holding out her hand for you.

“What?”

“I won’t be taking no as an answer, you’ll get in the car with me and we will do something, anything, drink milk shakes, fill up our bellies with pizza ‘til we can't take it anymore, or even rob a bank.” She held you by the waist, lifting you up for her. “Please,”

You didn't see why not to accept. There was nothing worse that could get even worse at the moment, maybe going somewhere would do you good. “Even rob a bank?” She nodded, pointing to where her car was.

A smile spreading across her lovely face as you realized you’d go anywhere she wanted with her. “Yes, even robbing a bank.”

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r u open for sum douxie requests? Him Falling in love with king arthur's daughter💕who's innocent n kind but she isn't happy at camelot she wants to be independent n arthur's like NOPE so she runs away n meets douxie again centuries later n is now a total badass witch but she's sarcastic n mean cuz girl has been THROUGH IT😔 but slowly she warms up to him n falls in love with him all over again cuz with douxie she cant help but be soft💕😭 *u can ignore this ask if u want my English is bad😅*

i absolutely loved this request! i think i did things a bit differently but i'm a sucker for love and i couldn't help it lol. i loved writing this, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it!

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Back To You (Douxie x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: none i think

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Fandom: Tales of Arcadia, Wizards

Summary: See request

Word Count: 3379

Reader uses she/her pronouns!

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Being king Arthur’s daughter was already hard enough, but being a witch didn’t make things easier. (Y/N) loved magic, even if her father wasn’t a huge fan of it. She started taking an interest in it at a very young age, and her own aunt ended up being her teacher.

As (Y/N) got older, her magic grew stronger as well and even though she knew her father loved her, she could also see the way he looked at her sometimes; he looked at her like she was a stranger, a monster even.

Life in the palace was always a bit boring. The princess didn’t have many friends and most of the time would end up feeling lonely. But that all changed once Merlin decided to get a new apprentice.

They hit it off right away. (Y/N) was excited to have someone around her age close to her and the boy was happy to be surrounded by so many talented people.

But of course, he was a bit nervous about being so close to the princess at first, and he didn’t really understand why she was around so much until he saw her do magic. He was mesmerized and extremely surprised, to say the least.

‘’I didn’t know you could do that,’’ he said once the girl was done with her spell.

‘’What do you mean?’’ The girl asked.

‘’Well, you’re the princess and everyone in the kingdom knows that but it’s not known that you can do magic,’’ he explained.

‘’Oh,’’ she murmured, a bit sad but not surprised. ‘’Well, my father doesn’t really like magic so I guess he’s always been a bit disappointed at my love for it.’’

‘’Come on, why don’t we take a walk around the castle?’’ He offered, trying to cheer her up.

Their friendship grew stronger with every passing day, and it didn’t take long for the young boy to start developing feelings for the sweet princess. She was a really powerful witch but she still had her feet on the ground and remained kind as always; he loved that about her. He also loved her smile and the way she made him feel when they were together.

(Y/N) could tell that there was something going on with her friend; she noticed how nervous he got when she was around, the way he stuttered and blushed. She thought that it was very cute, and it didn’t take her long to realize why he’d been acting like that. But she was still afraid of being wrong, so even though she also had feelings for the boy, she remained silent.

They were oblivious about the way they felt about each other, but everyone else wasn’t. They pretty much acted like a couple already to the eyes of strangers, and also to the eyes of the king.

The relationship between Arthur and his daughter had never been worse. The more she practiced her magic, the more they grew apart. They’d barely talk to each other. (Y/N) hated this, she wanted to be close to her father, but she knew that it would be useless to try to work things out; her father disapproved of anything she did or said. She was supposed to learn how to be a proper princess and future queen, and soon it would be time for her to get married. So of course, her closeness to Merlin’s apprentice was alarming to Arthur, and he decided to confront her at dinner one night.

‘’So, tell me about this apprentice boy,’’ he said to her. He’d requested to have dinner alone with her, and they were seated face to face with each other.

‘’His name is Hisirdoux,’’ she mentioned. ‘’And is this what you wanted to talk about? My friend?’’

‘’Well, he’s not just your friend, right? Rumors travel fast inside the castle, my dear.’’

‘’We’re just friends,’’ she mumbled loud enough for the king to hear.

‘’You sound almost disappointed at those words,’’ he pointed out. He made a pause to drink some of his wine and then he looked at his daughter. ‘’I don’t like him.’’

‘’Here we go…,’’ she sighed and sank in her seat, not wanting to hear what her dad was about to say.

‘’He’s a wizard apprentice, (Y/N). Could you imagine what people would say if you even thought about being with him?’’

‘’What does it matter what people think? I can do magic, too, father. I know you’ve been hiding it from the rest of the kingdom, hiding me. I’m tired of being a secret, of not being myself.’’

‘’For the sake of the kingdom, you should get married to an appropriate suitor.’’

‘’For the sake of the kingdom? Why don’t you just admit that you can’t accept the fact that I’m a witch, father? Are you really that ashamed of me? Or are you actually afraid?’’ The princess said in a defying tone.

‘’Young lady-.’’

‘’No, you’re not gonna do this anymore,’’ she interrupted him. ‘’Why can’t you just accept me? It’s like you don’t even want me to be happy. Magic makes me happy, Douxie makes me happy and I’m tired of you trying to control me just because you can’t accept people who are different!’’ (Y/N) got up from her seat and started walking away.

‘’Where do you think you’re going?’’ Yelled her father.

She stopped walking for a second to turn around and look at him. ‘’Away from you,’’ she answered. What he didn’t know was that she really meant it; she would go as far away as possible.

…

Once she got to her room, she started packing some of her stuff, and when she was done she decided to write a letter. She knew she would go and say goodbye to Douxie, but she wanted him to know some things that she wouldn’t be able to say out loud.

A couple of minutes later, she was ready to go, to leave that place for good. It was late at night but she knew her friend would still be awake, so she decided to head over to his room. Just as she was about to walk out of her room for the last time, she heard some guards approaching. The princess cursed to herself but quickly remembered that there was another way for her to leave without being noticed, Douxie’s room and hers were connected by some secret tunnels they’d made with magic a while back, tunnels that extended throughout the entire castle.

Once she reached the boy’s door, she started knocking like crazy. Douxie opened the door almost immediately and even though he was happy to see her, he could tell that there was something wrong.

‘’(Y/N), what’s wrong?’’

‘’I’m afraid we don’t have time for that, Douxie. I don’t really know how to say this but I wanted to tell you that I’m leaving,’’ she said.

‘’What? Where?’’

‘’I don’t know, to be honest. Somewhere my father won’t find me, somewhere I can be free.’’

He was shocked, to say the least. Deep down, he knew she wasn’t happy with her life in the castle, but this news still surprised him. ‘’I’m going with you,’’ he said and started looking for some stuff to pack. She grabbed him by his shoulders and stopped him.

‘’No, Douxie. I can’t let you do that, okay? You still have a lot to learn from Merlin, I know you have potential and I just can’t take this opportunity for you.’’

‘’But I want to be with you, wherever you go.’’

‘’Trust me, there’s nothing I’d want more, but we can’t,’’ she paused to take a deep breath; she could already feel the tears forming in her eyes. ‘’I wrote you a letter, there are some things I’d like you to know.’’ She grabbed the piece of paper and handed it to him.

‘’(Y/N), please…’’ He begged, he didn’t even know what he was begging for, he just knew that the situation they were in was extremely unfair.

‘’I know my father will be here any minute with his guards, you have to pretend like you haven’t seen me, okay?’’ Her tears were already falling down her cheeks, and so were his. She grabbed the boy’s hands and looked him in the eye. ‘’Promise me you’ll do that, Douxie. You have to act like you have no idea about me suddenly disappearing, yeah?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ he nodded. ‘’I promise, (Y/N).’’

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, holding on to each other as if their lives depended on it. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together.

‘’Thank you for everything, Douxie. I’ll miss you so much.’’

‘’I’ll miss you, too, (Y/N).’’ They finally pulled away and she walked over to his door, hoping no one would see her. She opened it a little and when she saw that no one was around, she knew it was time to leave. The girl looked back to Douxie one last time and smiled at him. When she was about to leave, she heard the boy speak. ‘’I will find you, (Y/N). I won’t stop until I do, I promise.’’

‘’I can only hope you will,’’ she said before walking away.

…

(Y/N) was right, it didn’t take long for the king and his guards to get to his room. They were looking for the princess, but she was nowhere to be found, and Douxie was just as oblivious to the situation as everyone else.

After the guards made sure she wasn’t hidden in his room, they left. As soon as the door was closed, the boy fell to the floor. He brought his knees to his chest and started crying; he just couldn’t believe what had happened. He couldn’t believe his favorite person was gone.

He knew she was a witch, a powerful one, which meant she’d be able to live for a long time, just like him, but the world was a huge place and deep down he knew there was the possibility of never seeing her again.

Douxie tried to calm himself down, took some deep breaths, and ran his hands through his hair. Then, he remembered the letter, the last piece of her that he had.

He grabbed it and quickly opened it. First, he admired her handwriting, beautiful as always and then he started reading.

Dear Douxie,

If you’re reading this, it means that I’ve finally left. Deep down I think we all knew the palace wasn’t my place, I just never belonged inside these walls, but that doesn’t erase how much it hurts me to leave you.

You changed my life, Douxie, turned all the black and white into full colour, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. You’re so important to me, I don’t think you understand how much you matter to me. You were my first real friend, you taught me what it meant to fully trust someone with your entire heart… and I guess you also taught me what love is. It’d be useless to try and hide it any longer, it’s been a while since there was something more than just a friendship between us. I wish I’d been brave enough to tell you sooner, to do something about it, but I didn’t. All I can say right now is that I love you, that I’m in love with you and that I’ll do anything I can to go back to you; I mean it, Douxie, I won’t stop until we’re together again because I know in my heart that these feelings will never go away, you mean the world to me.

Thank you for always being there when I needed you.

(Y/N).

Douxie didn’t know when he’d started crying, but he couldn’t stop. He covered his mouth with his hand to silence a sob, and then he wiped some tears off his face.

‘’I love you, too, (Y/N), and I’ll find you, no matter what,’’ he mumbled, making a promise to her once again, and also to himself.

...

900 years later

(Y/N) was just walking around the streets of Arcadia, minding her own business when suddenly she bumped into someone.

‘’Oh, I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more careful,’’ she said, apologizing to the person in front of her.

She barely even paid attention to the whole situation and was ready to keep walking, but she stopped in her tracks when she heard a voice. The same voice she’d dreamt about hearing again, the same voice she’d missed ever since that day in the castle. He only said her name, but that was enough for her heart to start racing.

(Y/N) turned around and their eyes locked, time seemed to have stopped. She barely had any time to properly react before his arms were wrapped around her body, and instinctively her arms did the same thing.

‘’Please tell me this is not a dream,’’ he said once they pulled apart.

‘’Douxie,’’ she mumbled, still unable to believe that it was really him. He let out a sigh when he heard her; he missed hearing her say his nickname, the one she’d given to him, the one he ended up using all the time because it reminded him of her.

‘’It’s me, (Y/N), I’m here. I said I would find you, that’s what kept me going for so long.’’ He said, truly speaking from the heart.

‘’I started losing hope a long time ago, to be honest,’’ she said. She wanted to hug him again, to tell him how much she’d missed him and how she was still head over heels for him, but she couldn’t. The past had changed her, she had to change in order to survive and she’d learned to be afraid of trusting people, even the ones she loved the most.

‘’What are you even doing here, though?’’

‘’I honestly don’t know, I just kind of ended up here I guess.’’

There was a pause between them. It all happened so fast, just a few minutes ago the hope of seeing each other again was nonexistent.

‘’I missed you so much, (Y/N). There’s so much I want to talk about and so much I want to hear from you. I-I can’t believe it’s really you.’’ She smiled at him, not really knowing what to answer. ‘’I still have your letter, there hasn’t been a day in which I didn’t think about it and what you said in it.’’

(Y/N) opened her eyes. She thought about that later almost every day, also remembering her words, her confession.

Douxie noticed that there was something wrong, it was evident in her silence, in how tense she seemed. He tried to grab her hand but she refused, taking a small step backward.

‘’Hey, what’s wrong?’’ He didn’t get an answer, just a scared and worried look in response. ‘’Look, do you think you could meet me after work tonight? I’d like to catch up with you and talk about everything, I guess.’’

‘’I- uh, I don’t know, I-.’’

‘’Please, (Y/N). I think we owe it to each other.’’

She took a deep breath and made eye contact with him for a split second. ‘’Okay, tell me where do you work.’’

…

Douxie’s shift was about to end. He was nervous, he couldn’t wait to see her again. When they saw each other earlier, he noticed she was acting a bit weird. Of course, he hadn’t seen her for nine centuries, but that wasn’t the (Y/N) he remembered. She was different, distant and cold. Deep down, he even thought if maybe he’d already lost her, nine hundred years was a long time after all.

He was closing the restaurant when he saw the girl approaching him.

‘’Hey,’’ she said once they were face to face.

‘’Hi, I’m glad you came.’’ There was a small silence between them. (Y/N) started playing with her fingers, trying to calm herself down. ‘’Listen, I know it’s late but would you like to walk around while we talk?’’

‘’Of course, yeah.’’ They immediately started walking.

‘’I have so much I want to say, but first I wanna hear about you, (Y/N). What have you been up to?’’

‘’Well, trying to put these last nine centuries into words would be a bit difficult. I haven’t been doing much, really, just trying to hide my magic from everyone, seems like I’ll always have to.’’ She mumbled the last part, but he could still hear her. It was evident she was talking about her father, who she hadn't seen since that night in the castle. ‘’What about you?’’

‘’Pretty much the same thing, I guess. I don’t usually stay that much in the same place, though. You know, always looking the same could raise suspicion.’’

‘’Yeah, tell me about it. After a while some people just start spying on you because they know there's something going on, or at least that happened to me.’’

They reached a bench and decided to sit down. (Y/N) tried to keep a bit of distance between them, something that the boy noticed, and he tried to hide his sad expression at the girls' action. They stayed quiet for a bit, the girl admired the stars while also allowing herself to enjoy the boy's company, even if deep down she knew she shouldn't have.

"I'm in love with you, too," said Douxie, breaking the silence and immediately creating a bit of tension in the air. "I still do, and I know I always will; my biggest regret is not telling you sooner, when we were together back in the castle." The girl opened her mouth to say something but Douxie didn't let her, he grabbed one of her hands and slowly caressed it before he kept talking. "Finding you is what kept me going for so long, I said it earlier, but it's true. This may seem like I'm trying to rush things but I think we've been apart for too long to keep waiting, (Y/N)."

He slowly grabbed her face and ran a finger along her cheek, pulling her closer to him, but she pulled away. "I can't, Douxie. I truly can't."

"What do you mean? Did you find someone else? Do you not love me anymore? It's okay if you don't, nine centuries is a long time-."

"I do still feel things for you, but these last years have been very hard, Douxie. I've learnt not to trust people, even those closest to me. Please, don't take this personally, it's not your fault."

He slowly nodded and then made eye contact with her. "I understand, I know how you're feeling, trust me. I also understand if you're not ready, and I would wait for you for a hundred lifetimes, my dear."

"I want to be ready, Douxie, I truly do. I want to be with you, it's what I've wanted ever since we'd walk around the castle, running away from Merlin or my father." She paused for a bit, taking a deep breath; it's like she was at war with herself, she'd been for a long time, but she was tired of fighting, of hiding, she wanted to let her walls down. "Maybe we could take things slowly," she said. They looked at each other and he caressed her cheek once again.

"Of course, my love, anything you need."

She leaned on his hand and closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth after so many years. "Would you kiss me?" she asked.

He simply grabbed her face and slowly pulled her closer to him, and finally their lips touched.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)," he whispered once they pulled away.

"I love you, too, Douxie."

They sat side by side and the girl rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her. They didn't say anything, they didn't have to, they both knew what they were feeling at that moment. They were finally complete, and it was like every single bad thing they had to go through was worth it, because it had led them to that moment, to their encounter.

[jikookiekosmos]

Can You Feel Me || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, stripper!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did: you slept with your best friend, Jungkook, and now you’re feeling confused. You want to take your mind off of things, so what do you do? Hire a stripper, of course! But when you leave the hiring to your roommate, you end up getting more than you bargained for.

➥Genre: best friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

➥Rating: 18+

➥Content Warnings: making out, marking/biting, dry humping, reader is blindfolded for part of it, jungkook is acting as a stripper (reader has no idea to start with), dirty talk, slight choking/breath play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cursing (fuck is said a lot), oral (f. receiving), fingering, jungkook has a big dick, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), cumming inside, praise, aftercare (they take a shower, lots of cuddling), jungkook is actually the sweetest

➥Words: ~8.6k

A/N: this is the follow up chapter to Be Good For Me, but it can also be read as a stand-alone fic. 

Thank you to Kenz for always supporting me and inspiring me to be a better writer. ❤

Also, thank you to anyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy it~

➥Masterlist

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It’d been almost a week since you’d slept with Jungkook. You hadn’t talked much – which was 100% your fault since you kept dodging most of his calls and texts. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The look on his face when you told him the morning after that it meant nothing to you and that you both should essentially forget about it (spoiler: you couldn’t) was all you could see when you tried to sleep at night. He looked so crestfallen and it broke your heart.

But you kept telling yourself you were doing this for the best.

In your mind, he was confused. You thought that maybe he slept with you because he was horny and you just conveniently happened to be there. And hell, maybe that’s why you did it, too! You guys were just two consenting, horny adults, having a good time. There didn’t have to be feelings involved.

Which is what you kept instilling in your brain every day for the last 6 days. It didn’t make anything better. You kept thinking about how his hands felt on you when he was holding you up, how he took care to not hurt you and kept making sure you were ok with everything that was happening. How he looked at you like you were the only person in the world. It was driving you crazy.

Your roommate was tired of seeing you mope around your apartment, grumbling things about how you were treating this like a break-up and just needed to work it out with Jungkook already. She knew Jungkook, too, not as well as you, of course, but enough. She also tried to convince you that pushing him away wasn’t the answer but you were stubborn and didn’t want to listen.

It was Thursday night when she brought up the idea of hiring a stripper to help you forget.

“You’re kidding,” was your response as you closed your book you’d been reading, curled up on the couch. The look on her face told you she absolutely was not joking.

“Nope, I think it’s a great idea, and if you’re down you can just leave everything to me. I know a guy,” she responded nonchalantly and you just stared at her. When she didn’t elaborate, you sighed and agreed. Hell, hiring a stripper may be more fun that you thought. And you’d have a whole day at work the next day to think about it.

Work the following day went by much faster than usual, because you had been surprisingly buzzing with excitement about the whole stripper scenario that was supposed to go down later. You had decided to leave the hiring of the stripper up to your roommate and she had yet to actually tell you who she hired.

When she finally did, though, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Okay so like I said, I know a guy, but his style is a little...unique.”

“That sounds kinda sketch,” you said with a tiny frown. You were still excited but also…it sounded extremely sus.

“No I promise he’s really good! His whole thing is just that you can’t see him, so you’ll have to be blindfolded while he does his routine. He has great reviews though, people say it brings this whole new level to the experience.” She grinned and it honestly sounded crazy enough to be true, and you figured your generation was known to be into crazy shit so you guessed it wouldn’t be too bad…

You sighed in defeat. “Alright fine, fuck it. I trust you.”

“Yay! I think you’re really gonna love this guy.” Her beaming face was enough to melt your worries away. That was, until you understood what she just said.

“Wait, why do you keep saying ‘you’ like I’m gonna be the only one. I thought this was supposed to be a way for both of us to relax after this hell of a week.” You were confused about why she kept talking like she wasn’t going to be around-

“Nah, I actually have some stuff to do so this one’s all you.”

“Wait, no-“ you started to protest, but there was suddenly a knock at the door.

“Oh, that’s probably him. You just wait here, I’ll be right back.” She ignored your shock, already heading to open the door.

“Hey,” you yelled after her, “we’re not done talking about this.”

“We are for now,” was her response before she disappeared.

When she returned a little bit later, you were still where she left you, this time with your arms crossed.

“I don’t know about this,” you expressed your worry again.

“Y/N. Please just trust me on this. It’s gonna be great, I promise.” She smiled and you couldn’t deny how that smile made you feel like everything would be alright. She really was a good friend to you, even if you didn’t understand her at times.

“Okay, so he’s all ready to come in and start. We just need something to blindfold you with.” She started looking around the room.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” You left to go grab just what you needed from your room. You grabbed a tie - funnily enough, it was one of Jungkook’s. He was always leaving clothes at your apartment along with various other things he owned. You clutched the tie to your chest, trying to push your confusing feelings back down. Now wasn’t the time for that.

When you got back, your roommate excitedly turned you around, preparing to blindfold you. As you waited you held your breath, and when you felt the fabric on your face, you tried to open your eyes. All you saw was black and for a moment it actually kind of frightened you. 

Your roommate told you to wait so she could go get a chair, and when she returned she held onto your hand which calmed you down some, guiding you so you could sit down. You heard her walk away to open the door, and soon after you heard her come back with what sounded like another set of footsteps.

“Alright well I’ll leave you guys to it. Don’t break anything in our apartment or I swear to God I won’t pay you.” Her tone was joking, and she almost sounded like she might know this person, if you didn’t know any better. She was probably doing it to make you feel better, though, and you had to admit it helped.

Once you heard her footsteps fade away, you were suddenly very aware that you were in the room blindfolded with a complete stranger. And as much as that fact scared you, it also excited you. Which probably wasn’t supposed to happen, but you know.

“So,” you started awkwardly. You heard the other person make a sound that was something like a sharp intake of breath but it was honestly hard to tell. Were they nervous?

They cleared their throat. “Your friend seems nice,” was the first thing they said, and it was so unexpected that you couldn’t help but laugh.

His voice also sounded really hot, it was deep and had a faint accent to it and you were somewhat sad you couldn’t see who the voice belonged to because you just knew he had to be attractive.

“Yeah, she’s the best. She also said you came highly recommended which I gotta say,” you tilted your head to the side, in what you hoped might be his direction, “I’m kinda curious to see why that is.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and mysterious. 

“Well, I’ll be more than happy to show you.” More footsteps as he got closer now, and soon you could feel him close to you.

“What’s your name, babygirl?”

Oh fuck, you were in trouble. Fuck, that pet name, what the fuck-

“Y/N,” you stuttered out. It felt like he was standing right in front of you now.

“Mmm,” he hummed, that accent threatening to drive you crazy, “pretty name for a pretty woman.” You felt something brush against your knee, making you jerk slightly in the chair.

Yeah, you were liking this blindfold thing a little too much, probably.

You laughed. “Please, you can’t even see all of me to know that.”

“Don’t have to,” came his hushed response. “I can see everything I need to-“

He paused for a moment and when he spoke again, it was right by your ear.

“And what I’m seeing right now, tells me that you are very attractive.” His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear, never touching, and the teasing was making you hot.

‘For the love of god,’ you thought to yourself, ‘please do not already get aroused by this stranger in your home-‘

“That’s very kind of you, stranger who has a very attractive voice and is probably attractive in general.” There came that damned chuckle again.

“Hm, I’m glad you think so. How about I show you why I do my job the way I do now, yeah?” He sounded a lot closer now too, and you definitely felt something in front of your legs, probably his own.

“However, if at any point I do anything you’re not comfortable with, I need you to tell me, ok?” Even with that hot sounding voice you could still hear the concern. Which, of course, made him even more hot and you were so sad you couldn’t see him-

“Yes, of course, I’ll let you know. I’m fine right now, I’m enjoying all of this.”

“Good,” you could almost hear the smile in his voice. “First,” he continued, “blindfolding is effective because it takes away one of your senses.”

“Which means-“ his hand brushed against your cheek, “all of your other senses are heightened. Everything is more intense.” You felt as his fingers trailed from your cheek down to your neck before slightly curving around your throat.

You let out a quick gasp, your arousal from his actions immediate.

He gently squeezed, not really applying any pressure at all, it was more of just a touch, but it made you wet all the same. You tried to discreetly rub your thighs together because you didn’t want this happening so soon.

“I-I see,” you stuttered, his fingers still wrapped around your throat. He was applying feather light touches there, while simultaneously trailing the fingers from his other hand down your bare arm, since you were still wearing a sleeveless dress from earlier.

“So even though you can’t see me,” you heard him say as he removed his fingers from your neck, making you almost whine at the loss. “You can feel everything I’m doing to you that much more.”

It was then that you felt him close to your lap, and before you could process what was happening, he grinded down, close enough to where you could almost feel him, just as he said.

It felt like he was rolling his hips, and it was like he could see what you were thinking, because he used his hands to guide both of yours to his hips so you could feel exactly what he was doing.

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” you breathed out without thinking, and you were rewarded with another beautiful sounding chuckle from the man now above you. He sounded so hot, holy fuck-

“I’m glad you think so, because there’s plenty more where that came from,” was his response, and before you could question what he meant, he ground down again and this time you did feel it.

You bit your lip to hold in a quiet moan that threatened to slip out. Suddenly, a hand gripped your chin and tugged it down a little, making you stop biting your lip.

“Nuh uh, none of that, babygirl,” fuck there it was again, no pet name had ever had that effect on you before.

He was still rolling his hips and from what you could feel with your hands and in other places he seemed like a real fucking expert at it. It was getting harder and harder to hold in any sounds, but you really didn’t want to let any out just yet.

“I want to hear all the pretty sounds you can make,” he said, and he was just hovering above your lips now. God this stranger was going to be the death of you.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, turning your head to the side as you tried to concentrate on something other than the feeling of him so close to your clothed core.

“What made you want to hire a stripper, anyway,” the mystery man surprised you by changing the subject. “Your friend said something about you were having a bad week?”

All the memories of everything involving Jungkook came flooding back and it was the last thing you wanted to think about right now. But, you couldn’t blame him for being curious, and since he was showing you such a good time, it’d be rude to not answer him.

“Yeah, it’s ­– fuck – it’s been a week.” He was still rolling his hips and you made no attempt to stop him. If the small pants you could hear from him every now and then above you were anything to go by, he seemed to be enjoying it, too.

You wondered how much you should tell him, and you figured since he was a stranger, pouring your heart out wouldn’t really do too much bad to anyone.

“I did something bad, and it’s been hard to forget about it. I-I hurt someone I have really strong feelings for,” when you finished your sentence, he stopped for just a second before he kept going.

“Yeah? And that’s what made you want to go and hire a stripper to take your mind off of things?”

You nodded, your thoughts jumbled. “If I could take everything back I would, but it was one of those things – you ever think you’re not good enough for someone? I mean, hopefully you haven’t ever thought that you weren’t worth it because you sound amazing, but-“ you were cut off by the feeling of lips suddenly pressing against your neck, sucking lightly. You let out a small gasp, the feeling definitely more intense than it should’ve been.

You reached out involuntarily, and thankfully you found what you were looking for: his shoulders. He had broad shoulders and from what you could feel he seemed quite muscular. And god you wished you could see him.

“You’re more than enough, for anyone,” he said as he continued trailing down your neck toward your shoulder. His voice was quieter then, and almost sounded familiar…

You had Jungkook on your brain though, so that’s probably why you were imagining that.

“Do people pay you to say things they wanna hear alongside making them feel good,” you asked jokingly.

“Sometimes. But this one was on the house, babygirl,” you could feel him speaking the word against your neck as he continued placing kisses, almost like he was trying to brand your skin with it.

You couldn’t help it. You let out a small moan and heard him chuckle right by your ear.

“Ah, there it is. Seems like I’m finally doing my job right, huh,” that deep, deep voice was filling your head and all you could think about was -

- still Jungkook.

Now, this stripper in your apartment just doing his best was a great distraction, but lately almost all of your thoughts had been filled with Jungkook and how badly you had fucked up. You guessed the man above you could tell the shift in your mood, because he stopped everything he was doing.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm,” you muttered back weakly.

“What’s on your mind?”

You laughed. “Why, you curious?”

“Sure. But also,” you gasped as he started rolling his hips again, this time with more force than before. Instead of just feeling him, you felt something press against you. And if it’s what you thought it was, that made you even more excited.

“I’m here to show you a good time. So if you’re thinking about anything that’s going to upset you, I’m going to change that right now.”

He was essentially grinding down right against your clit now, and since your dress was thin you could feel everything. You let out a whimper because you didn’t have a choice.

“Oh my god, Ju- just do whatever you want to.” You had started to say a name - his name - and thankfully saved yourself in time.

At least, that’s what you had hoped.

He stopped moving, and it was then that you knew you’d fucked up.

“Babygirl?”

You gulped. “Y-yes?’

He slowly ground down and you felt something very hard press against your core. It felt amazing and you tried to lift yourself up to feel it again. His fingers were wrapping around your throat once more, keeping you from moving.

“It sounded a lot like you were about to say a name then,” he continued, drumming his fingers along your neck, squeezing every so often. His tone was low, dark, and sounded dangerous.

You gulped again. “N-no that’s not-“

He cut you off by another squeeze around your throat, this time with more pressure than before. You gasped, and you swear you heard him let out a soft groan.

“You know,” he said as he placed a kiss around your collarbone, “you can’t see me. So, if you’re thinking about someone making you feel good, you can call me by their name. If it helps.”

His logic made sense but also how weird would you feel calling this stranger Jungkook’s name? Your thoughts were indeed simply all about Jungkook right now, but would it be really ok to do that?

As you contemplated, he grinded down again, making you moan.

“What do you think, babygirl?” You started rolling your own hips as best you could in the position you were in. “How about you let me hear that name fall from those pretty lips of yours, hm?”

“I- are you sure?” Your eyes were squeezed shut from the pleasure that was building up, despite not being able to see anything due to the blindfold.

“Yes, if it’ll make you feel good, call me whatever you want, whoever you want.”

You could feel his lips hovering over yours again, and one particular thrust had you reeling and losing control before you could realize it.

“Jungkook,” you said it barely above a whisper, your lips brushing against his as you did so. His fingers were still wrapped around your throat, and he squeezed them with the most pressure he’d done for the whole night. You moaned again.

“Fuck, I knew you’d sound so pretty.” He suddenly stopped moving and you couldn’t feel him anymore. You started moving your head side to side to try and find him.

It was then that you felt yourself being lifted up and turned around, before you felt yourself sitting down again. He placed your hands on what you guessed were his shoulders, and you realized then that you had to be straddling him.

Listen, you’d never hired a stripper before, so you weren’t sure how all this worked. You didn’t know if they got intimate, and if they did, how intimate they got. You also weren’t sure if it was just different for everyone.

But whatever was happening now, he seemed to definitely be enjoying it, and you knew you were. And not seeing him was suddenly a blessing, because now all you could think about as you were straddling this ridiculously-attractive-sounding man, was the boy with the bunny smile that stole your heart.

Even if you realized it too late.

He used his hands that were now around your waist to roll you forward. You had momentarily forgotten how dresses work, and since you were straddling him now, you were rolling against him with just your panties as a barrier from his figure under you.

“Fuck,” you let your head hang as the pleasure washed over you, and with the sensitivity you felt due to your senses being heightened, you would absolutely cum all over this stranger in your apartment if you weren’t careful.

He, however, seemed very hard underneath you, so you guessed he didn’t mind much.

“Can you feel me, babygirl,” he asked breathlessly, panting as you kept moving against him. His small noises were almost driving you insane, and all you could see behind your eyelids was how Jungkook looked when you were on your knees for him that night.

You were also really grateful Jungkook never called you babygirl because you’d still probably be in your bed with him even now, almost a week later.

You nodded, moving faster on your own accord letting out moans as quietly as possible. Soon he started to let out sounds that matched your own, and it spurred you on to continue.

He trailed his fingers along your neck, which made you shudder in his hold. You heard him let out a soft chuckle and before you could ask why, his hand wrapped around your throat again.

Except this time, instead of just squeezing to apply pressure, he pulled you closer to him by the hold he had on your neck. He was basically manhandling you while you were straddling his lap blindfolded and holy fuck were you enjoying it.

“Do I make you feel good,” he asked against your lips, giving them a small peck, as if to test the waters. You nodded again, panting as you could feel your release approaching quickly.

“Jungkook,” you let the name roll off your tongue again because fuck it, why not, at this point. He groaned and squeezed around your neck, making you gasp.

“Please,” you breathed out. You felt him drum his fingertips against the pulse point in your neck.

“Please what,” he all but growled out, that deep accent as strong as ever. His voice seemed a little more strained now as he was coming undone too, but he was holding it together a lot better than you were.

You placed your hand on top of his and squeezed. “More, please,” you said weakly, hoping he’d understand.

“Fuck,” was the response you got, before he applied more pressure. It was getting harder to breathe, but never to the point where you felt like you were in danger or it hurt. He was giving you just enough of what you wanted, and it was bringing you to the edge very fast.

“You look so sexy like this, Y/N, fuck-“ he broke off and he definitely sounded a lot like he was losing his composure now.

“Jungkook, fuck, I-“ you stuttered as you kept rolling your hips on top of him as he guided you with one hand on your waist, the other still around your throat, a feeling you were now fond of.

“Come on, let go for me,” he spurred you on, and you knew it wouldn’t be long now. Especially not when you could feel him panting again by your ear.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” he said as he gently bit down on your earlobe, a harsh contrast from many of his other actions tonight.

“Fuck, Jungko-“ you were cut off as his lips crashed against your own , thankfully, because he swallowed all the sounds you made as you were experiencing one hell of an orgasm. His hands were gripping your hips so tight you felt like he could break you if you let him.

And maybe you should.

He was still panting below you, letting out soft moans as you started slowing down. You didn’t want to be the only one to reach your high, though, so you kept going.

“F-fuck, Y/N, you don’t have to,” his voice was low and didn’t have as strong an accent now, but you couldn’t focus on that. All you could focus on right now was returning the favor for this stranger that just gave you one of the best orgasms you’d ever had.

“It’s your turn to cum for me now,” you said against his lips, since neither of you had moved from earlier. He groaned into the kiss and you felt yourself becoming overstimulated at this point, but if you kept getting to hear the sounds he was making, you’d deal with it as long as you needed do.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he moaned and you swear you almost came again right then. You couldn’t help it, you wanted to see him, needed to see him. You wanted to watch this man beneath you fall apart.

“Can I see you,” you asked timidly, still rolling your hips forward, trying to bring him to that same euphoric state you’d just reached yourself.

His response was…not what you expected. Instead of a simple yes or no, he started slowing your movements until you were completely still on his lap. Had you done something wrong?

“Y/N,” he called your name. That voice…no way, it couldn’t be…

“Jungkook?” Your voice cracked as you called out his name, this time not out of pleasure, but out of genuine confusion.

You felt him remove his hands from around your waist, going now to the back of the tie still blindfolding you. You felt him untie it and suddenly it fell from your face and into your lap. You blinked to readjust your eyes to the light, and then you looked at his face.

Your heart sank.

“Jungkook,” you asked again. You saw him gulp and nod, so many emotions hidden behind his big doe eyes that you were sure mirrored your own.

“Hey” he tried offering you a small smile. Under normal circumstances, you would have returned it. But this was not a normal circumstance; in fact, it was anything but.

His hands hand gone back down to your waist, but he wasn’t touching you again yet. Which, honestly, you were grateful for right now because you had no idea what the fuck was going on.

When you made no attempt to speak, his eyes widened. “I can explain-”

“That would be a good idea,” you responded, trying to keep your tone under control because you really, really did not want to fight with him again. You’d been beating yourself up over how you treated him the last time you saw him, and the idea of pushing him away even more hurt your chest.

He sighed, the sound almost coming out shaky. “I just- I wanted to fix things. I know what you said about what happened between us, and that it didn’t mean anything,” hearing your owns words coming from him hurt more than you thought it would.

He looked into your eyes now, taking your hands into his own, rubbing gentle circles onto the backs of them with his thumbs. “But I know that’s not true. We’ve been so close for so long now, I can tell when you’re fighting something, especially when you fight your own feelings.”

You could feel yourself tearing up at his words, and is if on cue, he reached up and brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear that hadn’t quite fallen yet.

“I know you’re scared,” his voice was soft, soothing. “Y/N, I’m scared, too. Fuck, I’m so scared of doing something wrong, so terrified of hurting you.” He cupped your face in his hand, making you instinctively lean into his touch.

“Jungkook, I just don’t know…” you trailed off with a sigh. And you were telling the truth: you didn’t know. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way. You knew that you loved him, that you would do anything for him, and that you never wanted to hurt him.

So why was this so difficult?

His eyes held yours and suddenly he looked more determined. “You may not know right now, and that’s ok. But,” he added as he leaned his forehead against yours, “I know.”

You held your breath while you waited for him to continue.

“I know that I’ve loved you for a long time. And not just as your best friend, but I’ve loved you for the person you are. The way you laugh, the way you smile, every little thing about you is something that I adore.”

Every word that fell from his lips made the feeling in your chest more overpowering, to the point where you felt like you may burst. Jungkook was confessing to you. Something you’d only ever considered would happen in another lifetime, something you’d wanted to hear for so long.

But you convinced yourself a long time ago that it would never happen, and that’s why you’d pushed him away.

Jungkook sighed after a few moments of silence, pulling away from you and giving you a sad, small smile. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, I understand.”

He couldn’t be any further from the truth. You loved him with everything you had, and you wanted to show him. No more holding back, no more fighting feelings. The only thing that mattered right now was Jungkook and that you were here with him.

You knew you had to act fast, or else he may try to leave and you didn’t know what would happen after that. He was looking down so when you suddenly moved to hold his face in your hands, his eyes widened with surprise.

You kissed him with all the sincerity you could muster, hoping he could feel how much you loved him with the way your lips were moving against his. His arms wound around your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and letting out a content sigh.

You pulled back for a moment to catch your breath. “I love you, too.” You felt him smile against your lips, but before he could kiss you again, you pulled back more.

“I love you even if you pretend to be a stripper and have me blindfolded to where I can’t tell it’s you.” His laughter made you smile, your chest feeling warm upon hearing that sweet sound.

“Jeon Jungkook, honesty what the fuck were you-” he cut you off by kissing you again, the kiss soft at first but quickly turning intense when he bit down on your bottom lip, swallowing a small moan from you.

“I promise I’ll explain later,” he started mouthing at your neck, your hands instinctively finding purchase in his hair. “For now, though, how about you let me do my job and take care of you, hm? Babygirl,” he added the last part as he thrusted upward to meet you again, the feeling still enough to overwhelm you since it hadn’t been that long.

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that,” your eyes closed as he stated to mark your neck, no longer holding back. He chuckled and you felt the vibration against your skin.

“I can tell,” he added, moving his hands up and down your sides as he continued rolling his hips forward. You wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off his face, so you met his thrusts with one of your own, pushing down hard enough to earn a groan from him.

“You know,” you added, “there’s probably somewhere much more comfortable where we can continue this.” He grinned at your suggestion.

“I like the sound of that. Lead the way.”

You moved to get off of his lap, but before you could do anything, he got up from the chair, picking you up at the same time and wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms wound around his neck.

“I thought you said you wanted me to lead,” you quipped, raising your eyebrow. He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“I just need you to tell me which bed I’m going to fuck you on, and I’ll handle the rest,” was his response, and his words had you becoming wet again at an embarrassingly fast rate.

“My bed, preferably.” He started walking to the staircase then, and you thought he may put you down, but as always, Jungkook managed to surprise you when you least expected it.

You knew he was strong. Jungkook liked to work out, he liked to stay fit. But him being able to carry you up an entire flight of stairs while mouthing at your neck, not bumping into anything along the way or missing a single stair? It had you feeling dizzy.

When the two of you reached your bedroom, Jungkook pushed you against the wall so that he could still hold you up and open the door with his free hand. The feeling of being caged between him and the wall was doing no favors for your arousal, and your panties were practically sticking to you now. You wanted them off, and soon.

You figured that it wouldn’t be much longer before you’d be getting your wish.

When the door was opened, Jungkook walked both of you through it before placing you on the bed, hovering over you as he captured your lips with his once again. You pulled him closer as his thigh parted your legs. He pressed against your core, making you gasp.

“I love you,” he said as he kissed down your neck, each kiss leaving you feeling like your skin was on fire. “Let me take care of you.”

You watched as he kept moving down until he was situated with his head between your legs, staring up at you as pulled up the skirt of your dress and played with the hem or your panties.

“Let me make you feel good,” he said in that same low tone from earlier, placing a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. He looked at you now like he was asking for permission. You nodded, desperate for him to touch you again.

He started sliding your panties down your legs until they were around your ankles, removing them completely before tossing them over his shoulder. His eagerness made you giggle, causing him to look up at you with a smirk.

“What’s so funny, hm,” he asked, massaging your thighs but not yet providing you with any relief where you wanted it.

“Nothing, just you.” He hummed but let it be, inching closer now to your core, close enough you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“You’re already so wet for me, babygirl.” There was that pet name again, the one that drove you insane, and you suddenly weren’t sure if you’d be making it out of this bedroom anytime soon.

“Jungkook, please,” you didn’t mean to let out a whine, but the sound that just came from you sure sounded a lot like one. Jungkook chuckled.

“As you wish,” he answered, giving your clit a quick lick that had you arching your back. He’d barely done anything yet and you were already overwhelmed.

Without a warning, he started tonguing at your entrance, moving it in and out slowly, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart as you were shaking.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you called out and your hands buried themselves in his hair. You felt more-so than heard him moan.

“You taste so good,” he said before he continued, going faster now. You chanced looking down at him and the sight made you shudder.

He was staring up at you, his lips wrapped around your clit, dark hair falling somewhat into his eyes. He looked like pure sin and you wanted him to devour you. And, judging by how he seemed to be enjoying himself, it looked like that’s what he wanted to do as well.

You felt him gently prod a finger at your entrance as he started licking your clit faster. You were more than wet enough to accommodate his long fingers, but as always, he had to make sure you were ok before doing anything.

“Tell me if it hurts, ok,” he was looking up at you again, his eyes focused on your face. You smiled.

“Kook, you act like I’ve never had anything inside me before,” you joked with him. He smirked.

“Just making sure,” he said as he plunged two fingers inside of you, the motion making you breathless. His long fingers could easily reach spots you couldn’t and the pleasure had you gushing even more.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out when he curled his fingers, finding your g-spot almost immediately.

He continued licking and sucking at your clit again, now trying to match the rhythm he had going with his fingers. Your hips were starting to move so much that he had to hold them down with his unoccupied arm.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged, hands pulling on his hair again, making him groan. He went faster now, and you knew that if you didn’t stop him soon, you’d be cumming in no time.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna- if you keep doing that I’m-,” the pleasure was so intense that you were having trouble forming sentences, your warning not coming out.

He understood, though, and that just made him go faster.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” he said it breathlessly, making sure to speed up his actions enough to push you over that edge.

You shuddered violently as you came for the second time that night, a string of moans and Jugnkook’s name leaving your lips as you rode out your high with his fingers still inside of you.

Once you started to calm down, he carefully pulled his fingers out and you watched as he sucked the fingers into his mouth before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, coming back up to kiss you again. You could feel how hard he was as he was pressed against your thigh.

“It’s my turn to take care of you now,” you told him in a soft tone right by his ear, cupping him and being rewarded with a moan as you did.

He leaned up to take off his shirt, your hands going to work removing his jeans. When he had shed all of his clothing, he pulled your dress off as well, taking care to not hurt you in the process, despite his eagerness to see you naked before him once more.

He was sitting on his haunches now in front of you, pushing his hair out of his face as he looked down at you. You couldn’t help but moan as you looked at him.

He wasn’t just looking at you with lust, however; he was looking at you with so much love that you felt a warmth spread throughout your whole body.

“Come here,” you opened your arms, “please. Need to feel you,” you added and he smiled. He moved closer then, stroking himself, his cock leaking precum as he rubbed the head against your still soaked folds.

You both knew that you were on the pill and that you both were always safe with any previous sexual partners you’d had, so you had no qualms with him being inside of you unprotected and neither did he.  

You always told yourself that this type of sex was something you wanted to experience the first time with someone you truly loved, and it looked like now was the time.

He pulled you further down the bed so he could line himself up with your entrance, just barely pushing in. He looked at you and it seemed like he was holding back.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, “I need you to tell me if it hurts, ok? I’m gonna go in slow-“

“Jungkook, it’s fine,” you encouraged him. You knew he was big – you remembered from when you’d taken him in your mouth that night – so you were aware of what you were in for. “I promise I’ll let you know.”

You ran your hand lovingly over his tattoos that extended from his shoulder all the way down his arm and over his hand as he readjusted his grip on your thigh. You gave him a nod and it seemed to be the last bit of encouragement he needed.

He pushed in and all but knocked the breath out of you. You weren’t sure when the last time you’d had something, or someone, so big inside of you – and you realized the answer may have actually been never.

He was stretching you out in a way that faintly hurt due to overstimulation from you having cum recently, but the look on his face and the sounds he was making made you forget all about that. His lips were parted, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at you. He licked his lips as he pushed in further, letting out a strained moan.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he groaned as he finally bottomed out. His eyes were closed now and he didn’t make any attempt to move, probably so you could adjust to his size, but you wanted to tease him a little. You clenched around him and felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hung his head, hair falling into his eyes again. “Shit, don’t do that or I’m really gonna have a hard time holding back.”

“Then don’t,” you told him, clenching around him again. His grip on your thighs tightened.

He opened his eyes again and was looking at you know, his stare intense. You knew you were in for it now.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growled, suddenly pulling out and slamming back into you with a force that had you shifting up the bed. Each thrust left you gasping, unable to form any sounds as the pleasure washed over you at a degree you’d never felt before.

“You feel so good around me,” Jungkook moaned out, his pace increasing as he kept pounding into you. He pushed your knees up to your chest so he could get closer to you, the new angle leaving you a moaning, panting mess beneath him.

He was close enough to you now that you could wrap your arms around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades every few thrusts as the pleasure intensified. He was panting by your ear now, saying your name so sweetly, making you clench around him each time.

You could feel the familiar heat building up in your stomach again, albeit not as strong as before since you’d already cum a few times tonight, but it was still strong enough. It seemed like Jungkook was getting close now, too, and you wanted to help him over that edge.

As he felt your walls tightening around him, he leaned his head back, cursing before coming down to kiss you harshly. He was moaning into your mouth now, and you were swallowing almost every beautiful sound he made.

“I won’t last much longer,” he panted out, his kisses and thrusts becoming more sloppy.

“Me too, baby, me too,” you pulled him impossibly closer, wanting to feel him as much as you could. You saw as his brows furrowed together and listened as his moans started becoming louder and more frequent.

You had a thought then, and you figured now would be the best time to act on it. You took one of his hands and placed it around your neck. Jungkook looked down at you and you felt him twitch inside you.

“Y/N,” he moaned out, squeezing slightly, the pressure making your high start to approach much faster than before.

“You’re always so good for me,” he continued, praising you as he leaned down to kiss you and squeezed again. He was so careful, always applying the same amount of pressure, never too much. You could breathe easily, but just the feeling of his hand there was enough to push you over the edge for the third time.

“Jungkook,” you cried out, your orgasm less violent than before, but the feeling was different now, somewhat still heightened since he was inside of you. Your walls clenched around him hard, making him let out a long, loud moan. He moved his hands now to grip the bed sheets so he had some way to ground himself as he was coming undone.

“Y/N, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I love you so much, I-,” you cut him off as you pulled him into a kiss, one that you filled with as much love and passion as you could. He kept moaning as he continued his now uncoordinated thrusts, once, twice, three more times before he twitched inside of you and you felt him fill you up, cumming inside you with a loud groan.

He was breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, eyes closed as he came down from his high. You were rubbing his back and placing kisses on his temple, feeling as he softened inside of you but made no attempt to pull out just yet.

“Well,” you started to say, “that was nice.”  You felt him chuckle against your shoulder.

“Just nice, huh,” he asked as he was still laying on top of you, leaning up on his elbows now so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight.

“Hmmm,” you pretended to ponder about it. Jungkook feigned hurt and the look on his face made you laugh.

“You made me cum 3 times in the span of like an hour. I’d say that’s pretty good.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Trust me, babygirl, I can do way better than that.”

The suggestion had you slightly throbbing again upon hearing it, but you knew you were done for right now. Perhaps in the future you could go for longer rounds without needing a break, but right now you just wanted to stay like this with Jungkook.

“I’m sure you can,” you agreed as you captured his lips in a gentle kiss. You felt him sigh against you, sounding completely content.

He grunted as he pulled away. “As much as I’d hate to move right now, we should probably get cleaned up. How does a nice, warm shower sound?” You nodded and he pulled out carefully, leaving you feeling slightly empty now that he was no longer inside of you.

He got off the bed first, legs somewhat wobbly from what you could tell, but he was probably in much better shape than you were. You actually dreaded getting up because you weren’t sure how well you’d be able to walk-

You didn’t have to think about it very long, though, before Jungkook was scooping you up and carrying you bridal style towards your bathroom. The gesture wasn’t grand or anything, but it made you fall even more for him.

You were so, so in love with him. And there was no use in denying it anymore.

During your shower, you both took turns cleaning each other off, sharing passionate kisses whenever you’d be facing each other. You ended up just staying under the water wrapped in each other’s arms for most of the shower, but you both eventually decided to get out when the water started to get cold.

Jungkook helped you dry your hair with a towel, his lips slightly parted as he focused on drying it carefully. As you looked up at him and saw his face full of concentration, you felt that familiar warm feeling blossom throughout your chest. It was a feeling you’d felt for quite some time now, whenever you’d catch him doing something endearing.

Once you both were clean and dried off, you settled back into the bed, you opting for one of his t-shirts and him in a pair of sweatpants. It was later in the evening than you thought it was, and you suddenly realized how tired you’d become.

Jungkook was lying on his back and you placed your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you to pull you close. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, looking down at you as you sighed comfortably.

“Hey,” he said softly. You peered up at him sleepily, making him smile. “We don’t have to get into it now, but-“

He trailed off, seeming somewhat troubled. You figured it was probably because of what happened the last time you two slept together.

Except then, all these mutual feelings weren’t out in the open like they were now. You leaned up to kiss him, hoping to assuage his worries as much as possible for the time being.

“I love you,” you told him, not missing how his arm that was wrapped around you pulled you even closer. “And I know you love me. I think that’s all we need to know right now.”

Your answer seemed to help somewhat, but it looked like it wasn’t quite what he was looking for since his brows were still slightly furrowed.

“I know that, I guess I’m just worried about what happens now,” he said quietly as he rested his cheek on top of your head.

“Well,” you pulled back so you could look him in the eyes. “I figured maybe we’d date or something.”

Your answer took him off guard and the look on his face was too laughable you couldn’t help but giggle. A second later he broke out into a huge grin.

“Wait, are you serious,” he asked, his tone excited. You nodded and he pulled you into a kiss, hugging you tightly.

“God, I’ve waited so long for this,” he added, pulling away to leave a peck on your nose. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

“Honestly, me too,” you added, giggling again when he brushed his nose against yours.

Before you got comfortable laying on his chest again, there was still something your were curious about. You folded your hands together and laid them on his chest, resting your chin on top of them as you searched his face. He was still beaming and the sight had your stomach feeling fluttery.

“So, this whole stripper plan. Explain.”

He looked taken aback and averted his eyes, only to have you turn his face toward you again.

He sighed. “I asked your roommate if she had any idea how I could fix things. It was mainly her idea, but the blindfold thing was something I suggested because I knew it’d probably be best if you couldn’t see me- which now in hindsight sounds stupid,” he finished with a groan.

You laughed. “You’re both idiots, but I love you anyway.”

“Hey!” Jungkook tickled your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “We should at least get points for creativity.”

“Fine, I guess I can give you that,” you finally relented as you laid your head on his chest again. You could hear his heartbeat, slow and rhythmic, also soothing. “Where’d you learn to dance like that, though? You certainly felt like you knew what you were doing, even if I couldn’t see you.”

Jungkook’s laugh was like music to your ears as he rubbed your back. “You know those dance classes I took as electives in college? I learned a lot more than you think.”

“Ooh, interesting. Perhaps you can show me some time,” you peered up at him again, your eyes half-closed from being sleepy, “and not under the guise that you’re a stripper.”

“You got a deal, babygirl,” he said softly, giving you one last kiss before you placed your head on his chest again. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, the sound lulling you into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in weeks. His arms were wrapped around you protectively, making you feel safe. You knew the road ahead might not be easy, but you had your best friend – the man you loved more than anything else in the world – by your side. You knew that in the end, that would make it all worth it.