#and I try to draw a lil something and BOOM i want to rip my own throat out of my mouth

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

I need to go scream in a field or just scream along to some death metal right this minute

[theweasleysredhair]

Wait For It [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 3488

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: ‘Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes. And we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes.’ [Based on ‘Wait For It’ from the musical Hamilton].

WARNING: major character death, other character deaths

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A/n: got a bit carried away with the angst... prepare your hearts guys - i cried a lot and i’m the one who wrote it. anyways lil shoutout to haley @wand3ringr0s3 bc she let me talk out this fic idea and also she’s the queen of angst fics. anyways enjoy x

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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Love;-

His ginger hair was illuminated by the light from the fire, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief and lips curled up into a cheeky smile - one you adored on him, one that made your heart race.

He sat beside Lee, retelling the story of one of his more outrageous pranks, waving his hands in enthusiasm as you smiled at him. You weren’t quite listening, too caught up in his voice and how passionate he was, your heart beating fast as you pulled a knee up to rest your chin on as you watched him.

The conversation moved on quickly from there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to remove your gaze from the eldest twin, moving to lean on George’s arm as you listened, but making no move to join in with them.

“I can’t wait to ask her.”

The words piqued your interest, and you almost jolted from your seat as you heard him say those words, feeling like your heart was in your throat.

Who was he talking about?

“She’s... she’s amazing. She’s smart, she’s funny. She’s fit. If she says yes to me, I’ve hit the jackpot I reckon,” Fred grinned, leaning back into the sofa. His eyes flickered over to you for just a moment and you smiled back at him absent-mindedly.

You couldn’t help it. You loved him.

Lee nudged Fred, wiggling his eyebrows at him, “When are you gonna ask her to the ball?”

Fred cleared his throat and sat up straighter, and you caught his gaze, a small - very hopeful - part of you praying he was going to ask you, and ask you at that moment.

When his gaze moved swiftly onto George, you finally looked away, staring at the fire. And though you knew, deep down, that he wasn’t talking about you, you hoped.

“Tomorrow.”

You’d wait and hope with all your heart he’d pick you.

***

You’d felt nervous all day, a ball of negative energy curling in your stomach as you wandered through your lessons aimlessly, heart clenching every time you saw Fred speaking to a girl, hoping he wasn’t asking her, yet knowing he might be.

You thought studying in the hall was going to be an easy hour, sitting by your close friends, including Angelina and Alicia, the twins and Lee sitting a little further up the benches, near Harry and Ron.

There was some mumbling, and then you heard Ron hiss, “Who’re you going with then?”

You slowly looked up, so as to not draw attention to yourself or show yourself as interested, however as you glanced over at the boys, you noticed Fred staring.

And for a moment, a small gap in time, your heart leapt as you thought he was looking at you. His brown eyes caught yours and he winked, and you felt your throat closing up, thought maybe there was a possibility of him asking you.

He threw the scrunched up ball of paper in your direction, and you held your breath, a smile curling onto your lips as the paper flew towards you. You practiced how you’d say yes to him in your head, imagined what you’d wear, how you’d do your makeup. What colour his tie would be - the same colour as your dress, you’d hope.

And then the paper sailed past your eyeline, hitting Angelina on her shoulder. Your heart sank, blood rushing through your ears as you watched Fred ask her to the ball, felt the pain in your chest growing as watched her nod.

It was one thing knowing he didn’t feel the same about you as you did about him, another to know he felt that way for someone else. More specifically, one of your closest friends.

You ripped your gaze away from them and stared down at the paper in front of you, quill nearly breaking from the force you were applying to it, throat closing up as you blinked away your tears, not wanting anyone to see.

The study time felt like it lasted hours, your hands shaking as you packed your things up and headed straight for your common room, burying yourself under the blankets on your bed and screaming into your pillow.

You were sure you were in love with Fred Weasley, as certain as you were that the sky was blue and grass was green. Your happiness grew when you heard him laugh, heart pounding whenever he was near.

He loved Angelina though.

Tears soaked your pillow as you tried to put your heart back together somehow. Tried to be okay with it.

But how were you supposed to get over a boy you were never with? How were you supposed to fall out of love with someone that didn’t love you?

Your chest ached, eyes sore from wiping away tears, yet they still fell.

And so you sat, crying over a love you never had. And most likely never would.

-

Death;-

“How’re you feeling?” Fred asked as he joined you in a secluded area of the castle. The battle preparations were ongoing, with everyone quickly projecting all the protective spells they knew on any part of the school they could.

You looked out and could see a swarm of black figures heading towards you in the distance, making everything seem that much more real, that much more scary.

“Scared,” you admitted glancing up at the redhead, who nodded.

“Me too,” he confirmed. He opened his arms and pulled you into his chest, into a warm hug. You closed your eyes, breathing in his scent as your arms wrapped tightly around him.

You both stood there for just a while, his hands rubbing your back reassuringly, and you decided, in that moment, you needed to tell him.

You needed to tell him you loved him.

Needed him to know, before you both set off fighting. Needed to know if there was chance for you both - if this was another reason to fight.

“I need to tell you something, before it all starts,” your voice was quiet, but you knew Fred heard as he pulled away to look at you, his hands still holding your waist as he focused on you.

“What is it?”

“I-“ you hesitated for a moment, swallowing nervously as your gaze dropped to the floor. Fred lifted your head up gently with his thumb, a touch that set your skin alight, one that sent shivers down your spin.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, in contrast to his usual booming voice, a concerned look set on his features as he looked down at you, his brown eyes showcasing his worry.

“Please don’t hate me,” you replied, just as soft. You squeezed your eyes tightly, feeling him grab one of your hands in his as the hand on your chin moved to cup your cheek.

“Darling, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

You bit your lip, reopening your eyes and catching his gaze, your heart pounding as you tried to think of the words you wanted to say, “I don’t want to go into this battle without you knowing, so I- I guess what I’m trying to say is... well, I’m in love with you.”

Silence is odd, having the ability to be both comfortable and tension-filled depending on the company and context. Usually, silence around Fred was comforting, knowing he was there without either of you having to say a word. But this silence, the silence that hung over you, made your heart leap to your throat, and you swallowed harshly, wincing at the wide-eyed look he was giving you at this revelation.

His hand dropped from your cheek and he stepped away just a little, just enough that you swore he probably could’ve heard your heart crack, before he finally spoke, his voice a shaky whisper, as if he didn’t know what to say, how to reply.

“Y/n, darling, I love you...”

You felt your eyes widening a little, heart beating fast now due to his response. You didn’t think you’d ever hear him say those three little words, ones that held so much meaning. The beginnings of the battle around you faded, and you could only think about how you loved Fred, and Fred loved you. Everything was going to be okay - you had each other.

Just as you were going to step forward, a watery laugh nearly escaping your lips, you realised he was still finishing his sentence, that he hadn’t finished answering you.

“... but only as a friend.”

His voice was gentle, but his words cut like glass, sharp pieces hitting your chest and ripping your skin, the words reverberating in your head. And suddenly warm tears were falling down your cheeks - you’d let yourself get your hopes up, let yourself imagine a life where you loved Fred and he loved you. When in reality, he didn’t love you.

He wasn’t in love with you.

You took a shaky breath, nodding at him as you pressed your lips together, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stepped back away from him.

“I know,” you whispered, looking away from his gaze, feeling embarrassed, above anything else, trying to force a smile onto your face, “I-I know... I just- I needed to tell you.”

You swallowed, shaking your head. You felt stupid. He’d never shown he was interested, you didn’t know why you’d ever thought there was a chance.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, before reaching out towards you, a look of sympathetic despair crossing his features as he tried to bring you closer to him.

As his fingers brushed yours and you pulled away as though he burnt you, he felt his heart clench, taking a shaky breath as he watched one of his closest friends pull away from him, tears lining his vision as you moved further away from him, his hand hovering mid-air as though he still wanted - needed - you to be near him.

“Love, please. I-I can’t lose you. Please, let’s just- Let’s talk about this. After all this- please. Don’t walk away, I-I need you Y/n. I’m sorry I don’t lov- but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I care about you so so much,” his lips were trembling, tears falling freely as he reached out again, a sob escaping his lips as you hesitated, allowing him to take his hand in yours for just a moment.

“It’s okay, Freddie,” you whispered, though he and you both knew it wasn’t okay, and possibly wouldn’t ever go back to the way things were before you told him you loved him, “I just- I need to be alone.”

“We’re going into battle, I need you to know that I-“

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I can’t do this.”

Fred tried desperately to get you to stay. He didn’t want to watch you leave, to watch you walk away from him. Not like this, not when you were both about to risk your lives fighting in a dangerous battle, where one wrong move could cost you your life.

“But I-“

“I need to go,” You pulled your hand from his and turned on your heel, wiping your tears away quickly as you ran off.

Fred’s mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, as if he wanted to call after you, before closing it again and shaking his head sadly, wiping a last lone tear that fell down his cheek before shoving his hands into his pockets.

He’d find you after the battle and speak to you, he decided.

He couldn’t lose you. Not like this.

***

You were tired. The battle wore on around you as you stumbled through the fallen pieces of the building around you, overwhelmed at the fighting and overcome with the realisation that you were basically a bunch of kids trying to fight in a war you tried to prevent.

You hadn’t seen anyone for a while, being towards the back of the school, only fighting the occasional death eater who wandered close to you. You were hiding out after a particularly nasty hex left a gash down your arm, trying your best to bandage it up as best you could.

You hoped everyone was okay, had already passed by Colin Creevey lying on the floor as you found somewhere to hide. You’d almost stopped for a moment, hoping he was just unconscious, however the angle he was lay at told you otherwise, and you forced yourself to move on before anyone came back.

Still reeling with emotion from your talk before the battle, you’d shot spells carelessly at death eaters, hoping it was enough to keep them away. To keep you alive.

You turned the corner, wand raised, your eyes scanning the scene as you tried to find somebody - anybody.

And that’s when you saw it.

A flash of light, and you felt yourself running towards it, stumbling over the rubble, dodging spells in desperation. It hit the wall, the ginger boy stood underneath unaware.

You screamed out his name, the sound somehow cutting through the spells and fighting, your lungs burning as you willed yourself to run faster.

It played out in your mind in slow motion, the light, the stone crumbling, falling.

Fred turned at the sound of your voice, a smile etched on his face from something Percy had said, but just before you could push him out of the way, the wall fell.

You halted, barely metres away, nearly losing your footing as you choked out a sob, tears streaming as you stared at Percy, who had the same stricken look on his face.

Neither of you spared a glance around you before rushing towards where the eldest twin once stood, desperate to find him, to make sure he was okay.

Removing the pieces of rubble with a desperation you didn’t know you could feel, until you found a tuft of ginger hair sticking out between two broken bricks. Your heart clenched, stuck in your throat as you revealed his face, his last smile etched onto his features.

You didn’t hear the scream that left your mouth, didn’t feel Percy gently moving you so he could remove the stones from on top of the rest of Fred’s body.

Your eyes wandered across his face, his freckled skin, the slope of his nose and down to his chapped lips. Tears fell onto his face as your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping onto the fabric of his sweater, sobs racking through your body as you ignored the battle going on around you.

“Wake up, Freddie, please wake up!”

Your pleas went unanswered, the ginger boy laying before you still, his face unwavering.

“No, please!” You sobbed. You didn’t notice Percy’s hand on your shoulder, or his heartbroken mentions to move his little brother away from the fighting - to move you away from the fighting.

You clung to Fred, not wanting to let him go, not being able to, “You gotta wake up, Fred. This isn’t funny, this isn’t a good prank. Please wake up. Please just-“

You ran a hand through his hair and wiped your tears off his cheek, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for walking away. Please. We need you. George needs you. I need you. Please.”

Your voice cracked as you spoke to him, white noise filling your ears as all you could focus on was the sight of the boy laying before you, cuts across the side of his head, his brown eyes once shining, now dull. You grabbed his hand, holding it in yours, refusing to let go.

You weren’t sure when Fred’s body was taken from you, when he was moved into the Great Hall, too shaken up to think of anything but the thought of the wall falling over and over again, playing out in your mind like a cruel nightmare, each time you were too late, barely metres too late, seconds too late to stop it.

You sobbed into George’s shoulder, his head resting on yours as you both cried.

Before anything, Fred was one of your closest friends. One of your best friends. And now you’d never get to see him smile again, never hear his laugh or get to play silly pranks with him.

You’d never hug him again, never hear his flirty comebacks and witty jokes.

And as you felt George’s clutch tighten on you, both as broken as the other at losing the person you loved the most, a grief-stricken sob escaped your lips, causing George to pull away a little to see if you were okay, his eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face, still so caring after losing his other half, your bottom lip trembled as you thought back over everything.

You had walked away from him. Your last words bouncing around your head - I need to go. In your haste, you never said goodbye to the boy you loved. And now you never could, would never get the chance.

George squeezed his eyes tight as he brought you closer to his chest, you grabbing a handful of his t shirt in your fist as tears streamed down both your faces. You mumbled something inaudible into his chest and he moved to hear you better. The same words fell out of your mouth over and over, between broken sobs and falling tears,

“I’m sorry, I was too late.”

-

Life;-

The first few months after the battle were difficult. You saw him in everything - in every bit of laughter, every bright colour, every joke.

You saw him in George, who’d tried his hardest to forget. He’d smashed all his mirrors, tried to dye his hair, before you found him, collapsed in a ball of sobs in the middle of his flat, whispering, “Please, bring him back.”

After living his entire life with Fred in it, he didn’t know how to live without him.

You relied on each other to get you through, taking it day by day, trying to mend your hearts, broken in different, yet very similar ways.

The nightmares were the worst.

Waking up in cold sweats, seeing the wall collapse in front of you, knowing you were too late and didn’t get to say goodbye to the boy you loved. Knowing if you were just a few seconds earlier, George would still have his twin brother by his side, laughing and making jokes like usual.

“The worst part isn’t remembering. It’s easy to remember. The worst part, the hardest part, is those times I forget to remember. I forget that he’s not here, that he’s gone. And then I remember and I feel so guilty,” you’d told George, half a year after the battle. It was nearing Christmas, a time you both used to love, yet now you were apprehensive, didn’t know how to do Christmas without Fred.

George had replied sweetly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you. And whilst it didn’t feel the same as the way Fred had hugged you before the battle, the feeling was comforting, warm and familiar, “He knew you loved him. You cared for him, watched over him to make sure he didn’t do anything too stupid. And now he gets to return the favour and watch over you.”

“He’s really gone isn’t he. He’s just... gone.”

The night you’d gone through his things with George was difficult. It was sad, sometimes overwhelming, but you also got to sit and just remember, reminding yourselves who Fred was.

With every Weasley product you found, with every photograph you came across, every sweater, broken quill and long-forgotten sketch, your sad tears began to turn into happy ones, laughing with George about your times in Hogwarts, about better days gone by.

It was funny, that even though he was gone, he could still bring smiles to your faces.

Maybe that’s why he was so special, why it hurt so much to lose him. He made the people around him happy, through everything.

You visited him often, needing to apologise, to properly say goodbye. Or just to feel like you were close to him again. To thank him for all he’d done, for allowing you to love him how you did. For being such an important person in so many people’s lives.

Wiping a tear that fell down your cheek, your hand reached out to hold onto the gravestone before you for balance, smiling through your tears as your fingers ran across his name, engraved on the stone.

‘Fred Weasley

1st April 1978 - 2nd May 1998’

You kneeled down, placing a single flower across the grass in front of the stone. It’d been years since you’d lost Fred and somehow the pain got worse every day.

But you knew, with time, things would get better. You’d find your happiness, and learn to move on.

All you had to do was wait for it.

[kth1]

Piquant [Jungkook x Reader]

Piquant [Jungkook x Reader]

Pi-quant / adjective: having a pleasantly sharp taste or appetizing flavor.

⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq​ ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Vampire AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: explicit, sub!jungkook/whiny lil thing, vamp!jk, oral (M&F), fingering, blood/blood play, biting, period blood, noona kink, adult content, bondage(M), unprotected sex, language, semi overstimulation, semi cock-warming, creampie, squirting, roommates to ?, multiple orgasms, etc ⟶ WC: 12k ⟶ Summary: Jungkook is your awesome roommate who also happens to be a vampire. There’s nothing wrong with that of course, even with the playful tactics he does to fluster you. Until you realize those quipping taunts meant more than he led on. ⟶ Teaser: “He savored your flavor; his mouth finally got the taste it has been curious about for a long time now. He wanted more before his taste-testing was over, and he knew exactly how to get it.” ⟶ Author’s note: Hello everyone, this story is a precious gift to @jkeuphoriadreamland​ – as Yoly fully enjoys a bit of a whiny brat version of Jungkook. And NOONA KINKS. I tried my best to write him as a sub, and I truly hope you enjoy this fic. Nervous as all hell because you are a wonderful, glorious writer; and gifting you a fic of my own makes me kasdjhf. Anyways, this is unedited bc reasons - I had fun being your Peach Peep and writing this for you! (I didn’t mean to make it as long as it did… oops. xoxo)

“You smell pretty tasty.”

“Well, I’m not!” You retorted.

“Let me have a quick taste? That’s all I’m asking for.” Jungkook requested.

“Koo, no! You have plenty of bottles of blood in the fridge – just heat some up.”

Jungkook snorted with disgust, “Tch, that blood is synthetic. It’s not as good as straight from the source.” His finger trailed up the inside of your wrist, his body taking a step closer to yours.

You snatched your wrist back to yourself quickly, glaring up at your pest of a roommate. “Oh no no no – Jeon! You stop that!” Jungkook took another step, a grin present on his sculpted face. You respond with a pointed finger, raising your eyebrows in question. He wanted to play this game again.

“But Noona, please!” He whined with a pout. The vowels drawing out with the sentence with a childish tone, but his eyes shared something deep and dark. Thirst.

“I am not your bloodbag Jeon Jungkook!” your accusatory finger now prodding his chest.

“True, you’re not. But you are my friend.” He smiled, cupping your hands in his, “friends help another out.” He let out a little giggle when he saw your flustered face.

You scoffed, laughing as your roommate continued to plea. “You don’t need help! You have blood in the kitchen! B negative to be exact. It’s a fresh stock!” You shooed him, ushering him to turn around and pushing him towards the opening of the kitchen.

“Noona!” he droned again.

Oddly enough, Jungkook adored using this nickname towards you. Even though he is a hundred and something years older than you, his ripened age of vampire is in his early twenties – when he was changed into one, he found it humorous to call you Noona because your human years have surpassed his frozen age. Thus resulting, in his mind, you being ‘older’ than him. That, and the fact you get flustered up over the nickname.

There’s no doubt in your mind that your pesky little vampire friend could overpower you at any second if he really wanted to, but there was a firm alliance between the two of you. He has control over his hunger after all, he’s not a savage. Just because Jungkook is a vampire doesn’t mean he was a monster. For years vampires have lived among the human race, they aren’t out to rule the world or anything. Just trying to survive like every other creature.

Still, he and you were good friends. Actually, when you first met him you developed one of the biggest crushes on the mysterious vampire – but that feeling subsided drastically when you realized more about his lifestyle.

The two of you met through friends of friends. Trustworthy, as you had his back and he had yours. And now, you two shared an apartment in the busy city of Seoul, making ends meet as he works at the local vamp lounge, being a bartender. You wallow yourself forever in an office desk job providing customer service over a phone and through your computer.

“I swear to god if you ask me one more time, I’m going to throw my silver jewelry at you!” you threatened. “And stop calling me Noona!”

He scrunched his nose, annoyed at your rejection. “Ahh, you’re no fun.” He grumbled under his breath, turning away and departing towards the kitchen.

“It’s my blood! My property!” you yelled to the back of his dark ruffled hair, watching it sway with each of his steps before it vanished behind the wall.

“Then stop bleeding around me! Don’t get another paper cut and I wouldn’t ask!” he shouted from the other room.

The shuffling noises from the fridge to the microwave was audible enough to hear. A hint that he’s reheating a bottle of blood. Luckily for him, you were nice enough to stop by the convenience store on your way back home to pick him up a fresh batch of blood. Picking up his favorite flavor for his special acquired taste.

You looked down at the coffee table that was littered with a pile of mail, some ripped open and some still untouched. Your eyes darted at the piece of envelope that was sharp enough to break through your skin and cause a nasty little cut. You mentally scolded the piece for causing a stinging pain in your index finger. The irony of the rent notice cutting into your wallet was the act paper that cut into your flesh.

With your hand still close by, you examined the cracked cut that adorned a leaky line of red with a bead of blood threatening to drip off. “Wouldn’t ask.” You mocked Jungkook, speaking to yourself. “Oh please – you’re such a begger.” You sucked on your finger, attempting to take the small sting away and ridding your blood while you continued to reorganized the mail on the table.

The audible footsteps of Jungkook resonated as he approached back in the living room, bottle attached to his mouth. You glanced over your shoulder to see what was up with his lingering, and he answered your gaze with narrowed cut, stink-eyes. Sipping bitterly hard on his warm thick fluid drink, he rolled his eyes and continued down towards his bedroom.

He heard what you said.

Jungkook was gone, a scheduled vacation to meet up with some old friends for the weekend. You have the whole apartment to yourself for once, and during this time you had an untimely visit from your aunt flow. It tainted your mood, unwanted pains and cramps forcing you out of whack. Your weekend consisted of kissing your lips to Ben & Jerry’s selection of ice cream flavors, watching movies and downing your own dosage of Advil and other pain killers.

The apartment wafted with your heady scent. Something you couldn’t pick up with human smell alone but to a vampire like Jungkook, he could pick it up instantly. Like a shark in a water, he can catch whiff of all kinds of scents with those advanced heightened senses.

You were fast asleep in dreamland, a heating pad atop your stomach that lulled your cramps at an ease. Curse the world that during this period, your cramps were ungodly painful, and you felt like complete and utter shit.

What you didn’t know was that your roommate had decided to cut his group hang out short – coming back home in the middle of the night. Not like he couldn’t come and go as he pleased – it was his house too. But tonight, it was slightly… different.

He stepped up the stairwell in the apartment complex, fidgeting with the ring of keys in hand. A strange smell entered his nose, something foreign yet so similar to him. It forced him to halt his actions, standing still while looking down the corridor. It was coming from this floor – his floor.

Jungkook reached level 3, turning his way down to his apartment with the scent leading him all the way to the front door. A succulent aroma enticing him, ticking his hunger. He soon realized that sweet pungent smell that he zoned into was your scent – your blood was lingering in the airway in a heavy dosage.

“Oh fuck!” he unlocked the apartment door in a rush, speedily running in as fast as the bulk of your musk entered his sinuses. Immediately Jungkook thought the worst, thinking something happened to you; you were hurt and bleeding out. Were you okay? Why are you bleeding?

His feet brought him to your bedroom door, “Y/n! Y/n!?” he’s frantic. The moment Jungkook busted your bedroom door open almost off its hinges, he was relieved to see you intact and unharmed – seeing your body sprawled out across your mattress fast asleep.

But the sudden commotion jolted you up out of your slumber, the booming sound of your door flinging open and Jungkook’s voice calling out your name startled you.

“Kook?” You whipped your head towards him, a groggy voice to match your terrible bedhead you sported.

“Shit, sorry! Fuck, I didn’t mean to wake you! I just – I,” his thoughts were cut off, that rambling of his mouth seized when you shifted yourself on the bed, rolling the comforter around. The blanket that sealed the majority of your scent now accidentally releasing in a wave, the sweet tangy smell hitting Jungkook face first.

His hand latched to his nose, plugging his ability to smell you any further. Internally he was fighting his natural urge to go for it, to have a taste of this juicy aroma that was causing his mouth to water and fangs to sharpen. This impulse was worse than any other time, like when you got papercuts or accidentally nicked yourself with a knife. You always had a peculiar smell, something that made him curious, and now he’s invested.

He knows he needs to leave the area, go get himself a bottle of blood or find a unfortunate prey on the street, quickly. He can’t touch you; he shouldn’t touch you – but god do you smell so good and your scent was incredibly inviting.

His backpack slunk off his shoulder to the floor with a thud, the intoxicating smell was so deadly that it was forcing a haze of thirst run over him. “I thought you were hurt.” He confessed.

You rubbed your eyes to remove any forming crusts, “Hurt? What? I’m not hurt. That’s why you woke me up?”

Jungkook shook his head, staring over at your confused and puzzled face. “N – no Y/n, you’re bleeding. Like a lot.”

It took moments for you to register what he was implying. Widening your eyes when you finally came to realization. “Oh no… shit. Sorry Koo. I’m fine I swear.”

You scurried, flipping the covers over you to witness a decently large stain that had accumulated through your night shorts. You bled through your bottoms, something you haven’t done in years, yet mother nature is always good at being unpredictable. You sighed, face palming yourself to how you practically ruined the fabrics and it will take a miracle to clean them completely.

Jungkook froze, all instincts fighting to break free the moment his sensory eyes laid on the darkened patch that decorated between your legs. His fist tightened; his body completely stiff with blown out eyes. “Run Jungkook, fucking run.” He ordered himself internally.

You carefully moved your body around, attempting not to get any more blood on your sheets. Thankfully you didn’t have any cramps right now. Typically, you were very cautious around your roommate during times like these. Plugging yourself up with tampons from beginning to end of your cycle, refusing to stay around him or the apartment for too long, even he would take time away to give you your space. It was out of respect for another, established as a primary rule before you two signed your contract to the apartment.

As you hobbled closer towards the door in which Jungkook stood, you couldn’t understand why he refused to move out of your way.

“Kook, I have to go to the bathroom.” You seek to brush pass him but Jungkook’s hand snatched your arm – grip strong.

In a slow raspy voice, he breathed, “Noona.”

You blinked up at him, watching a flicker of red flash over his darkened orbs. You felt caught, trapped by his intense stare. His build was larger than yours, almost menacing when his body hardened to block the frame of the doorway.

“Jungkook… relax…” You felt the temperature of your body shift. Should you be worried? Scared? Embarrassed?

“I can’t.” his other hand held onto your free arm, slowly backing you away from the door with trembling steps. His eyes frantically searched your face, pupils wide while the chocolate brown of his eyes shaded to a vibrant red.  

His eyes were demanding, a scare or warning that there was no going back from this. You’ve witnessed this look before when you visited the bar he worked at, when his eyes catch onto a delicious treat in the crowd. It won’t be easy to escape this situation. Jungkook was invested in getting what he wanted, what he was craving…

“This – this would be weird. It’s – Jungkook listen to me for a second.” The back of your legs touched the edge of the bed. “Jungkook!”

He hummed, glossing his eyes over you once more. His tone beckoning you to continue.

“This is period blood!”

He shrugged, rubbing his hands along the expanse of your arms, not allowing you to sit down just yet. He can feel the warmth of your body, how you are much warmer than usual. “It’ll just taste a little off. It’s not like I haven’t had it before.”

“Ew, Kook! No that’s gross! Like, do vampires actually enjoy? This?” You tried wiggling yourself out of his grasp. But he stepped closer – closing whatever distance there was between the two of you. You swallowed thickly, feeling quite intimidated and small under his presence. But you took note, his tight chest now flexed in front of you and hands held firm to your arms as if he was holding onto dear life.

“Y/n.” Jungkook whispers, leaning closer to your head. His phantom breath tickled the shell of your ear, “Please let me have a taste. Can I please…?”

It sounded so sensual coming from him. A shiver running down the base of your spine from the odd request. His hands now ghosted your hips, fingers etching a tingly sensation into your exposed skin. He carefully played with the waist band of your shorts – dipping a finger under it in a teasingly way.

Jungkook was controlling himself to all extremes. He knows he can’t attack you the way his nature wants him to, you’re his friend after all. He shouldn’t be stalking towards you like this. He cannot ruin you the way you’re ruining him right now. But he’s surely thinking about it.

You felt shy, nervous but oddly turned on by your roommate’s intimidation. All his persistence, his pleading whines slowly getting to you. You should feel disgusted – right? The idea of blood, your blood, your period blood, being taste tested by your friendly vampire. Which makes you question yourself even more when you tell Jungkook, “Okay…”

You’re shocked and so was Jungkook. Your confirmation is all he needed to hear, so he didn’t need to stop his action of snaking his hand down your shorts, slowly trailing his fingers towards your core.

A small gasp escaped him the moment the freshly soaked patch on your undies came in contact with the pad of his index finger. The urgency of pushing his finger down onto the cloth to collect whatever residue he could overwhelmed him.

It was an odd feeling – your roommate exploring his wondering hand down your shorts. What you didn’t expect was how it still felt somewhat good. The sudden contact of your lady bits now getting attention not by your own hand, but of someone else’s. Causing your body to jump with a sexual alert and now you’re the one holding onto Jungkook’s arms as if you were going to buck under him.

Jungkook brought his fingers back up to meet his face as he inspected the redden stain that now coated the tips of his digits. A strange manner – something no human in their right mind would do – Jungkook sniffed at your remainder. Naturally this would be so revolting for a human. But Jungkook is a blood-sucking vampire. Any form of human blood wired him up and he lived off of it, literally.

You watched him with your bottom lip between your teeth. You watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and exhaled a very audible groan thought his nose.

“Fuuuuck, Noona…” his tongue dragged between his fingers, then lips to savor the flavor. Suddenly his hand disappeared back to the waistband of your shorts, this time less hesitantly now. “You tasted like this all along?” He speculated while advising you to sit down, tugging harshly at your bottoms.

You nervously fumbled trying to catch his hands before he could hoist your bottoms off. He was fast, desperate for more. “Kook! You said a taste!” you squealed.

“I’m not finished tasting!” he growled. A more aggressive side taking over his demeanor. In his swift act of removing your bottoms you heard the ripping of seams. Fabrics pulling apart. Then your used panties and shorts were discarded off to the side – there was no saving them now.

Jungkook held your hands, staring down at your now pinched thighs that hid his juicy treat. He can sense your uncertainty, your nervousness – so he tried to look as apologetically pleading as possible while kneeling down in front of you. “Noona – please!” The pitch of voice didn’t match the way of his eyes that stared you down. “I’ll make it feel good, I promise. Just let me show you!”

He shoved his face between your knees, attempting to pry your legs apart, that strong scent now mere inches away from his mouth. Jungkook couldn’t control his hunger any longer, not when there was free blood just asking to be eaten.

It was almost pathetic at how desperate Jungkook was being, wiggling his head further into you. His eyes glowing pure red as they fixated at the crack between your thighs. He dragged his lips across your skin, planting reckless open mouth kisses. The sight of your roommate on his knees for you sparked a deep desire within your core.

“Kook! Let’s talk about this!” You flushed as you pinched your thighs as tight as possible. Jungkook’s hands firmly held yours still. He grunted at your resounded rebuttal, pleading more with a high pitch – needy whine.

He wasn’t listening, he couldn’t hear you as his hunger took over his senses. His throat felt dry though his mouth watered for your flavor. Heat embedded into your cheeks, rocking a wave down to your bundle of nerves. You squeaked at the shifting movements of Jungkook wedging his face even more. “Kook is this even right?!”

Complete turmoil ran through your mind – you’re sharing yourself with your friend. Someone you had a crush on, and now that attraction crept back up. An act that you two have never experienced before. This wasn’t your average ‘oh here take some blood from my wrist’ situation. Jungkook was aiming for more than just a snack and it didn’t seem like the vampire didn’t mind what-so-ever.

“I’m okay with it Noona – are you?” He nipped your leg lightly, slowly dragging his now sharpened fangs on the soft skin. His lips formed a pout as he looked up at you with reddened puppy-dog eyes. “I won’t bite you.”

Everything about this situation seemed so wrong, but Jungkook was making it sound so right. You never realized how the excitement of the situation was causing your chest to rise erratically, an ache in your core now persistently present and you swore the puddle down below wasn’t just blood now.

You were nervous and body slightly shaking. It’s late, it’s wrong, this whole circumstance entirely dangerous. But that didn’t stop your body acting on its own accord by widening your legs just enough for Jungkook’s head to slip in. A spark lit bright in Jungkook’s eyes when he laid them upon your dirty flower, the sight looking as appetizing as ever.  

“Yeah.” You breathed. “It’s okay with me. Don’t bite me or so help me god –“

“I won’t.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate to slide himself in – licking up the blotches of blood that escaped onto your inner thighs. The sensual feeling of his tongue tracing patterns around your pussy.

Lewd noises came from Jungkook, devouring your juice as if it was the best meal on Earth. Satisfaction releasing through his nose that moment the flat of his wet muscle licked up between your lips, flicking at the tip of your clit.

He released your hands as he felt you ease into him, moving them to your upper thighs to kneed lovely circles into them.

“Oh!” you moaned. Your fingers carded though his hair – head nestled deep between your legs. “Koo-!”

He grinned against your sex. A slight giggle escaped his lips, “Yes, Noona?”

Jungkook looked up at you through his eyelashes and with a cock of his eyebrow, mouth entrapping your cunt. He flicked his tongue up you once more just to see your reaction.

You shuttered – back landing onto your mattress. You openly sighed with a ridged breath. The dangerous mouth of Jungkook eating you up like it was his job. “Fuck, Kook.” You giggled at your shameless moans. The feeling of bashfulness creeping up on you from enjoying the sensation, those disgusting thoughts fading away against the immense pleasure. Stimulation being particularly focused on your small bundle of nerves, especially when Jungkook sucked on it.

The mess that dressed your cunt was most definitely already cleaned up by now. But Jungkook continued to pleasure you in return – after all he did say he’d make it feel good.

He savored your flavor; his mouth finally got the taste it has been curious about for a long time now. He wanted more before his taste-testing was over, and he knew exactly how to get it.

“Let me thank you, Y/n…” he purred.

Snaking his fingers under you, he teased the pads of his digits around your entrance. Prodding slowly along with the rhythm that his tongue set. Your cunt clenched around the insertion of two of his fingers that eased in effortlessly.

You allowed him to have a taste and now he wanted to repay you back by giving you a treat you won’t forget. You gasped for air the moment Jungkook’s fingers curled up into the thicket of your inner walls, pressing long drawled out strokes against it.

Your hips bucked, jerking up into the wild tongue of Jeon Jungkook. It was sinful the way he ate you out, and even at the right angle you felt the sharp of his fangs that threatened to dip into you. His word was true, he wasn’t going to bite you, just clean you up.

With the constant thrusts of his vicious digits, he was also swiping out any hording residue of your unfortunate mishap that got you two in this situation in the first place. Of course, this luscious taste is distinct, but Jungkook can also relish in the flavor of your natural essence that extracted from your cunt. And the mix of these two delectable tangs together soon made their way to the top of Jungkook’s palate.

Your body tightened, the sudden rush of your climax rushing through you as goosebumps rise across your skin. The fist you steadily held in his hair, tightened. Your back arched off the mattress, Jungkook’s hand holding your hips securely down.

Vibrations ran through your body while you moaned Jungkook’s name, creaming all over his face. He groaned in return, lapping up every inch of you.

He leaned back, removing his mouth and fingers. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, Jungkook peered up at you with constraint. You remained laying, staring at the ceiling and feeling completely washed out. That just happened? You had one of the best orgasms of your entire life all because Jungkook was thirsty?

“You good, Y/n?” A mousy voice drew your attention out of your thoughts, back down at the man who hesitantly stood up. His hands moved your legs back together, and he assisted you to sitting back up right on the edge of the bed.

You nodded, reserving your thoughts for another time as you looked up to Jungkook. His eyes were no longer blood-lust red but instead his wide doe-eyed nuisance you’re oh-so used to seeing. They wouldn’t be so annoying if they didn’t work on you, but they did. Every. Damn. Time.

“I’m good, Kook! Uh – thank you.” Your expression of gratitude stammered out of your mouth faster than you could think.

Jungkook murmured under his breathe, but it was loud enough to hear the “Yeah, of course.”

Oh boy. You can feel it – the awkwardness setting in.

Before there were any more unsettling silences between the both of you, you spoke up. “I should really get myself cleaned up, if you can excuse me, I should really go to the bathroom.”

With that announcement you scurried, more like dashed yourself to the bathroom that was adjacent to your room. Leaving Jungkook to stand in your bedroom bewildered. He glanced down over at your discarded ripped bottoms that lay lifeless on the floor, still stained with your pungent aroma. He faltered battling with his inner thoughts when his lips quivered ever so slightly.

“Fuck.” He seethed the profanity through his teeth while palming over his groin.

It’s been a week since the misadventure that happened between your roommate and you. Determined, you choose to take the path of act-like-everything-is-fine. Nothing was wrong, no of course not. Right?

You had a full week to dwell on these thoughts, by yourself. No interests in opening your mouth about it to your best friends, or any random stranger at a bar or even the same clerk you run into at the convenience store every now and then.

So what – you let Jungkook have a taste of your blood? You’re an adult, and it was perfectly fine! He needs blood to live anyways – if anything you were doing him a favor! So, you told yourself…

But strangely enough after that night, after the mind-blowing orgasm that left your core fluttering for days even at the thought of that night, Jungkook distanced himself from you. No matter how many times you addressed him to partake in a casual event that the two of you normally participated in like enjoying a movie on the couch, having drinks together, running to the store or even playing one of his blasted videogames – Jungkook declined more than often. It was always.

Jungkook was hardly to be seen, stating he picked up more shifts at the lounge or hanging out with others. Meanwhile his nights remained occupied, and your days were busy with your office job – it caused more of a space between the two of you. When his actions persisted, you couldn’t help but think there was something wrong.

By day four of post orgasm those flooded doubts came running in. What you two did wasn’t right, you fucking knew it. Jungkook must have known it too. “This totally fucked up everything didn’t it?” It’s the only excuse you could devise with the series of events.

Now day seven you sat there in the middle of the couch; legs crossed over another as your foot impatiently tapped in the air. It’s been exactly a week from that treacherous night, and the more you thought about the risky behavior you both endured, the more it couldn’t escape your mind. You’re putting too much effort into something that shouldn’t be minded.

At least, that’s what Jungkook was doing – right? Not minding the incident…

With a glass of wine in hand, you sipped with resent as your flickered through the list of movies to preoccupy yourself with. Something needed to stand out, something to distract you from your irritated mindset. Maybe a comedy, maybe some horror with a bit of action?

You settled for something, clicking play and started up towards the kitchen. Swallowing the remains of your glass in honor of filling it right back up to the brim. In the course of your tipping the wine bottle into your cup, watching the dark liquid pour out of the nozzle so fluidly, you heard the entrance of your apartment open up.

That can only be one person – Jungkook.

Placing the bottle of wine back down on the counter, you turn with a full glass in hand. You walked out of the kitchen to be met with the emptying of the living room once again. Jungkook must have bee-lined it straight to his room.

A sudden rage rose up within you, not particularly enjoying this cold-shoulder act Jungkook insisted on giving. You want to confront him; you’re getting tired of this odd behavior and if there was an elephant in the room that refuses to leave then you will kick it out with all your might.

“Jungkook!” You hollered, feet stepping down the narrow hallway towards his room that was hidden in the very far end. “Kook!” Your voice belted his name a few more octaves higher.

Your knuckles contacted his bedroom door, tapping against the wood. “Can you open up?”

Through the wood you can hear the rummaging of Jungkook throughout the room. He was ransacking his drawers, the sound of his chair wheeling back and forth as his steps moved to and fro. “I’m busy right now.”

A stern huff escaped your lips. To calm yourself you took a long swig of your wine, hoping it cooled you down – or even give you more of a liquid courage to speak up.

“It will only take a minute!” You barked.

He didn’t reply back to you, but instead he continued to rustle around his room for god only knows what. With this indication, you felt peeved and your hand was fast to the doorknob. Twisting the handle fast enough to fling the door open so you can face him.

Jungkook was in the midst of tucking in his black fitted button up shirt, belt still hanging loose through the loops. Matching with his black sleek trousers and set of tuxedo shoes that went along with the monochromatic attire for work. For a brief moment, your mind zoned in on how Jungkook would look… when not just dressing, but undressing. That thought bubble was popped abruptly when he whipped his head in your direction and yelled at you.

“I said I was busy!” he repeated, tone fully capturing the blunt of his attitude.

“Jungkook, come on you’ve been avoiding me all week.” You inclined.

Jungkook ruffled out the last bits of his shirt, tapering it into the band of his pants. He fastened his belt security along his waist with the clinks and clacks. “I’m late Y/n. I don’t have time for this.” Jungkook breezes past you towards the bathroom with his stationary bag lugged over his shoulder. He eyes himself in the mirror, tidying up his hair and quickly rinsing his mouth with mouthwash.

Your feet pattered to the bathroom door, now leaning your body against the frame of the entrance. You can notice the harsh side-eye you receive from Jungkook, but you pay no attention in giving a reaction to it. “Kook, what did I do for you to avoid me? Was it because of what happened?”

There was sadness laced inside your voice, but it was taken over by puzzlement. You were just concerned, what happened to the dynamic between the two of you? Why can’t Jungkook even look you in the eyes half the time and run away to steer clear of you?

He spit his mouthwash into the skin, checking his teeth in the mirror for any imperfections. He shimmied the other string of his bag on to his other shoulder and turned to leave the bathroom, seeing that you now stood in his way he gave you an uneasy glare. “Move.”

“What the? No! –“ you protested. Your finger jotted out towards him, “Stop avoiding me!”

He can tell by the flare of your nostrils that you were fuming, and your tone of voice rising with each word you spoke only added to the obvious fact that you were indeed pissed. If it wasn’t for the clear sight that you’re holding up a cup full of alcohol, he’d most definitely would have smelt it lingering off of your breath. Jungkook attempted to grab the glass of wine out of your hand, assuring you that “you probably drank too much already.”

“Hey! – No, give me that!” You argued, holding tight with your fingers circling around the base. He’s shuffling around, pulling at your wrist to let go of the damn thing, but it was when his hand latched over yours that covered the base an unexpected shatter echoed in the apartment.

Wine spilled between the two of you, decorating the bathroom floor and your feet with the murky dark liquid. Pieces of bladed glass scattered around, and you winced when you felt the sudden jab of a shard that dug itself into your palm.

You yelped, jumping back in surprise and pain. You held your hand out, outstretching your fingers to see the blossoming of red liquid leaking from the shard. “Fuckin’ hell!”

“Shit! Y/n, I’m sor –“ Jungkook cut himself mid-sentence after reaching out towards you. The blood oozing out from that blade of glass was spilling out your sweet tasteful scent, and it wired Jungkook. His inner thirst now aroused.

Pain was plastered over your face as you ripped the piece out from your palm. You pressed firmly against the open wound, looking at the mess that is now below you. Glass everywhere and wine seeping into the cracks of the tiles.

Your eyes met up with Jungkook’s just as he was pushing pass you, down the hall and out the front door. Astonished at Jungkook’s utter rude mannerisms, you held your mouth wide open. He just up and left you in the middle of a mess that was caused by him. That you now have to clean up after taking care of this fresh cut inside the palm of your hand.

And he still didn’t answer your questions.

Another week went by with your poor attempts of consulting Jungkook and him avoiding you like the plague. And with the last ‘real’ incidence where the two of you spoke more than a few syllables, you ended up with a fresh cut to your hand and having to mop and sweep up glass shards and your favorite flavored wine off of the floor. And at this point, you felt like you were avoiding him just as much.

The animosity in the air between the two of you went down a gruesome hill. Tumbling down into smithereens where neither one of you can easily look at another. Jungkook still remained busy as ever, staying out of the house only until you leave for work. The only things that made you know he was still alive was the empty blood bottles left in the sink, the shower curtain being tossed every-which-way, and the half-hazard filing through your piled up mail when he picked out his belongings and left yours disorganized.

Needlessly to say, Jungkook stressed you the fuck out. You were bending to his routines, you were seeking shelter away from him, and all casual activity between the two of you completely vanished. Your confusion turned into spiteful hatred, wanting to smack your roommate upside the head.

Now you’re on week three of roommate-distancing. Your room became your safe haven. The living room was a crossfire full of casualties. The kitchen is a death wish. And the bathroom became your secret chamber when you needed to relax with a steamy relaxing shower and your bubbly loofah.

All this time, your mind already grew curious about Jungkook. There was no way you can repress your emotions when it came to him completely shutting you out. But you did stop remembering that night that turned the sequence of things between the two of you. You wanted to forget; you don’t want to think about it – ever.

You spent weeks dwelling over this roommate dilemma, and it tainted your mood entirely. Your job lacked enthusiasm, your tv didn’t please you enough after watching the same junk over and over. Tonight, you felt appropriate to go out for the night, treat yourself. Because you out of all people know you deserve some fun after the bullshit you are handling.

Fuck it – you’re going to the bar.

Pleather jeans hugged your legs, a blouse that you had tucked in lays low on the neckline flaunting your clavicles and upper chest. You jeweled yourself with a silver body chain that connected at your neck and dipped down between your breasts underneath your shirt. To top of your rocking outfit, you selected your best pair of open-toed red high heels lacing up the front and pinning up half of your now curled hair.

After finishing off the last touches of your make-up you gave yourself a quick look over in your standing mirror. Amused with your selection of attire you gave yourself one last twirl before grabbing your purse and heading out your front door.

You just needed time out, grab yourself a few drinks. There’s no shame of going to the bar alone, plus you enjoyed becoming acquainted with the bartenders here and there. It always gave you a sense of comfort knowing, even though it’s apart of their job, you can vent to them about your worries.

The Snake Pit, a clever yet sinister name for a bar tended to be one of your favorite hot spots to visit. Not only it had a dancefloor and an elongated bar that stretched to the full extent of a wall, electro pop music, and it had its own special feng shui to it.

Heel’s clacking against the hard-wooden floor beneath you, you strutted yourself over to an available seat by the bar. You smiled sweetly at the oncoming bartender who was headed your way, “Hey there! It’s been a while hasn’t it, Y/n?”

You handed over your card to the young chipper male who gleamed down at you, “Open a tab for me please. I’ll start with a mojito, Jin.”

“One Mo-Jin-To coming right up!” he smiled, whipping around to grab the appropriate glasses and mixtures. You bobbed your head to the music waves as you checked out the crowds around you. It was packed here tonight, and you’re happy to see people enjoying a great time.

“How’s it been?” Jin questioned after placing the glass on a coaster in front of you. He leaned in resting his elbow against the bar. Jin was a notorious little flirt, but with good intentions. He just wanted to make his customers as happy as possible – or maybe just enjoyed swooning the ladies to give him better tips.

“It’s… alright. Been better. Just needed to blow off some steam. And of course, I came to visit my favorite bartender. Can’t ever forget a face like yours.” You laughed along with Jin, taking a quick sip of your drink. “Oh? You made it a strong one.” You gave him a thumbs up, “yup, definitely my favorite bartender.”

Jin responded with a playful wink before leaning back up to assist other customers who beckoned for his attention. “Let me know when you need round two!”

And round two came sooner than later. Possibly drink three being concocted as you continued to sip down your mojitos like they were juice. When you grabbed your freshly made glass, you made your way to the dance floor to find some fun.

Within the course of an hour the beat of the music picked up drastically. Bodies swayed left and right in formations, lights flickering and buzzing around your sights. You were so into the rhythm that your hips moved naturally to the tunes.

Until a hand grabbed at your waist, turning you slightly towards them. A man slightly taller than you and maybe just as tipsy as you decided to take his chance on dancing with a pretty lady. “Hey!” he slurred over the loud music. “Let’s dance?”

His invitation wasn’t much of an invite, considering that he was already dancing along with you. But you accepted with a wide smile, urging him to come closed so you could relax your arm around his shoulder as you continued to drink. “Might as well, it is a dancefloor.” You giggled.

The bar felt like you were playing musical chairs with suitor on suitor. Eventually your drink vanished completely, and you were on your third dance with another random, but handsome, stranger.

“You smell just as pretty as you look.” He whispered into the shell of your ear, rocking his pelvis into your backside. His hands found a home on the curve of your hips, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his confession.

“That’s got to be one of the better pickup lines.” You hummed. “I’ve heard worse” you teased as you whipped yourself around in place, now placing your hands through the man’s hair. It was thick and hardened with some sort of product. You glanced around at the bar, noticing your favorite bartender flirting along with an innocent girl that sat right in front of him. A couple having a heavy make-out session just a few feet away from their interaction.

But you found a spare seat that was left empty, a motivation for you to go back for another drink? Or just relax from dancing since you felt like you needed a break.

“That’s not very nice,” the man prodded. Nudging your head aside so he could place a tender kiss against your neck.

With reflex you jerked your body away, avoiding the man and pushing him away. “No thank you.”

As you were turning on your heel, the male stepped close to you once more. Arm linking around your body, “Where do you think you’re going? Thought we were dancing?” He grinned eerily, an odd ominous vibe now shining from him.

Your hands came up to shove him away, but there was a movement in a blink of an eye that you didn’t catch. Maybe your vision was impaired, but you could have sworn you were just in the clutches of this man, and now he stands five feet away from you with a bewildered look.

“Back off.” A low grumble resounded next to you, a face popping into your perception. Jungkook?!

Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, grinding his teeth against another as the muscles flexed on the sides of his jaws. His arm was now linked around your waist, holding you close to him.

“What the fuck man?”

“She said ‘no’, didn’t she?” Jungkook challenged the man, stepping in front of you now to face the male. From here you can see his back tensed up under his dark t-shirt. You couldn’t comprehend the duel going on between the two, or maybe you couldn’t hear over the voluminous blaring of techno beats.

When the male fled the dancefloor, Jungkook turned to look at you. “What the fuck Kook!” You blurted. He was taken aback for a second, confused why you’re all of a sudden yelling at him. “Excuse me? Shouldn’t you be thanking me!?”

“Not that. I don’t care. But what the actual fuck?!”

All your pent up and inner rage towards your roommate from the past few weeks was making you hostile. Even seeing his face stirred you up to the point you wanted to hit him for being so idiotic.

“Y/n, seriously. Not right now. I just need to get you out of here. Please.” He grabbed your elbow, leading you a few feet before you tugged back on your arm.

“No!” Your hand gripped around his wrist, trying your damn near hardest to pull him off of you. “You need to explain right the fuck now!” You stomped your feet, throwing a small tantrum.

Jungkook’s patience was very thin, especially when it came to drunk you. He stepped closer, tugging your body next to his. “Fucking listen to me for a second, dammit. I need to get you out of here. I’ll talk to you when we’re outside.” He spat back at you.

“Why?” You rebutted, glaring up at his face.

“Cause you’re fucking bleeding, Y/n! And if it wasn’t for me that sleazy vampire would have had you for dinner!” He bit back. Both him and you were bickering back and forth, drawing attention from surrounding bystanders.

“What’ do you mean I’m ‘bleeding’” you air quoted with your fingers. You belted out an obnoxious laugh. Your unpleasant emotions were getting the better of you – resulting in making an ass out of yourself when all your roommate was trying to do was help you out. ���Next thing you’re gonna say is that we’re friends too, right?”

Jungkook’s nostrils flared, his brows raised as high as they can reach. You were acting quite absurd and he didn’t understand what had gotten into you. “Y/n, I can fucking smell you.” He seethed out the words through his teeth. That’s when you noticed his fangs were now elongated and sharp. Jungkook wasn’t joking around.

A moment of realization kicked in and your eyes widened. “Wait, really?” You trembled.

“Yes. Now let’s get you out of here.” Jungkook escorted you through the crowd, hand now holding yours. The two of you quickly grabbed your tab from your helpful bartender while Jungkook looked out for any wondering eyes. If both he and that strange vampire could smell you, he was sure others can too.

Jungkook followed close behind you, being extra protective while scanning the areas outside on the way back to your apartment. When the two of you made it about four blocks down in complete silence, besides the sound of your heels hitting the concrete below, you decided to chirp up. “You said we’ll talk outside. So, talk.”

“Alright. What do you want to talk about?”

Your feet came to a halt, twisting your neck to look at Jungkook who walked a few paces behind you. “Seriously? You can’t imagine anything, not one thing, as to what I want to talk about?”

Jungkook ignored your stare, dismissing the obvious topic of interest by responding with. “Well, it’s easy for a vampire to tell another vampire apart. For one, they don’t have a heartbeat. So, when I saw him up on you, I grew curious.” A smug little grin pulled up on Jungkook’s face.

You balled your hands into fists, frustration pulling on every nerve in your body. “Don’t play coy with me! Stop. Fucking. Ignoring. Me. Jungkook.” You marched yourself right up to where he stood, invading his personal space. “I’m tired of it. Just talk to me. What did I do?”

“Nothing.” He mumbled. “It was me, not you.”

You snorted; the classic phrase used in so many cliché break up scenes. But this time, it’s not a break up. It’s literally two friends who have a weird misunderstanding with another. “Oh? So that’s it? It’s you and so you avoid me?”

“Keep walking, we’re only a few blocks away.”

You shook your head in defeat, crossing your arms and held tight to your body. The faster you get home, the faster you get to clean yourself up and the faster you can close off Jungkook. Little did you know that your furious speedy walk gave your butt just enough jiggle in those pleather jeans you decided to wear. Giving Jungkook something to admire from a far as his senses were being laced with your aroma.

“I’m sorry Y/n…”

“No, I’m sorry I have a shitty friend like you.”

Jungkook kept up with your pace, walking step by step along with your strides. He knows you don’t truly mean the words coming out of your mouth. It was his fault, and he was trying to admit blame for it all.

As the two of you made it up the stairwell in your apartment complex, Jungkook tried speaking up to you once more. “Y/n, look I know what I was doing wasn’t –“

“I don’t want to hear it.”

You slotted the key into your door, twisting it open and walked yourself into the darkness of your living room. Your night out became a terrible mess, rounding back to the initial problem that you’ve been trying to avoid. Once you kicked off your heels, tossing them aimlessly across the floor mat, you did the same to your purse and keys.

“Y/n.” Jungkook’s voice broke through. He reached for your arm, tugging you to face him. “Look I’ll talk all right?”

“Oh? So, I go weeks with being ignored by you, but you can’t last a night when the tables are turned?” You mocked Jungkook, looking at your roommate straight into the eyes.

“I had to, Y/n!” Jungkook pleaded for reason. “Please, I needed time okay?”

By now you were sobering up, any remains of your alcohol intake must have been sweated out during dancing and on your walk home. Jungkook was sporting his infamous doe-eyes while he looked desperately back into yours.

“Time? Time?!” you rose your voice. “Time to be an asshole? Needed time to ignore me when we could have discussed the problem? You literally circumvented yourself away from me for weeks? Was eating me out that terrible?!” Your fingers found their way to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Whoah! Y/n, Y/n whoah whoah. No!” Jungkook grabbed at your shoulders and leveled his head with yours. Surprise took over his body, clearly the both of you were having polar opposite battles going on with your minds. “No that’s not the – that isn’t. Gah… Fuckin’ hell. Eating you out was great! I enjoyed it.” Jungkook eased his hands over your shoulders, “Wholeheartedly, even when I don’t have much of a heart to comment by, I promise you. I think… it was too good actually. But, that wasn’t the problem at all!”

Your face froze in place with your mouth forming an ‘O’ shape. Only a few times you closed it, just to open it up and speak. “Wait… I’m confused. What’s the problem then?”

Jungkook exhaled a long, exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes at you. “Y/n. Your – uh your blood is a problem for me.”

“Well now I’m slightly offended, Jeon! You said I smelt good!” You wacked his chest with your palm. During which, a brief flicker of red cut through his irises and it made you pull your hand right back from him. It was at that moment, even when Jungkook’s gazed turned to a scowl, you knew he meant something else.

“You should really get yourself cleaned up.” His voice didn’t sound like a sincere worry, but more of a threat.

You snapped back at him, “You should really learn how to control your hunger.”

Jungkook squinted his eyes at you, licking his lips with a fixed gaze. He leaned forward suppressing the enigmatic smile he wanted to show you. “May I remind you, Noona, you’re bleeding right now.”

There it is again, that pet name that he enjoys cooing you with. The name that slightly makes you shy because you yourself don’t know how to react. Or maybe it riled you up, it was his way to flirt around with you shamelessly.

Your heady scent wasn’t as strong as the last time, no not at all. It was as dull as usual when you covered it up with tampons, only a faint aroma wafting from you. Not a pile of blood decorating your skimpy nighties in the middle of the night.

But it was the fact that Jungkook has already had a taste of your blood, he knows what it tastes like. He knows how good that succulent flavor drips so freely from you. Jungkook refuses to let any other vampire pry on you, like that bastard back at the bar. This blood was favorable, and god dammit he’ll protect it at all costs.

You crossed your arms over your body, staring down Jungkook who was quickly turning into the Jungkook from a few weeks ago. “And if I am bleeding, you sir, aren’t getting any of it.”

Jungkook held back his tongue, prodding it against the inside of his cheek instead. Your scent secretly became a dangerous drug for Jungkook. Almost addictive in a sense. He was lucky to have been walking the streets near The Snake Pit, smelling your custom flavor in the air. But he was so completely unlucky when he skipped out searching for a quick drink that he was left thirsty.

And the agonizing walk from the bar back home to make sure you remained safe, getting a nice view of your ass swaying with each step in those tight pants, only tantalized him further because all he could do was sniff you out. You invading his vicinity only teased him worse.

He let out a breathy sigh again, “What can I do?”

“I’m sorry?” You blinked at him.

“I haven’t eaten tonight, and I know there isn’t any more bottles because you stopped buying them… what can I do to get some of your blood right now?”

You quizzed Jungkook, “I don’t know, what can you do?”

Jungkook reached for your hand, unfolding your arms from your front. He raised it to his face, where he placed your palm flat across his cheek. His hunger was forming an empty pit in his stomach, he physically could feel his abdomen churn inwards at the thought of your blood touching his tongue. His voice came out as a soft whisper, “I’m so sorry for mistreating you recently.”

Jungkook’s thumb rubbed along your inner wrist, stepping closer to your body. He can feel your heartbeat pick up pace, the warmth of your hand against his face grew clammier the longer he stared at you. “I – I would really love some, if you let me. I was good to you last time, right Noona?”

His words were sweet, his eyes were sweeter with the pleading look he emitted even when the color of his orbs turned to that deadly crimson. Fuck. You don’t know what it was about Jungkook that triggered you in the most sinful of ways.

Was it the way his smile looked so dashingly sexy even when he’s being a childish punk. The effortless good looks no matter what style of clothes he was wearing? His entire aspect, the living (well actually dead) embodiment of Jeon Jungkook was everything you actually craved.

You breathed, “Yeah… You were very good to me.” All of those memories of that night flooded back. The feelings. The satisfactions. How hot and heavy Jungkook’s tongue felt against your swollen sex.

“Let me be good to you again.” Jungkook advised, kissing your inner wrist now.

“Only on one condition.” You stated as your grab both of Jungkook’s wrists in your hands. You guided Jungkook down the apartment hallway, ignoring the poorly lit areas and towards his room. After pushing open his door with a foot, you pointed to his bed.

“My bed is the condition?” He grinned amused at the option in front of him. Thinking that this condition was nothing serious, but easier for him. He complied to sit down facing you with a questionable look. “What now, Noona? You have me.”

Your hands reached behind your neck, unclasping the body chain you decided to wear out tonight. “This. This is my condition.” You held the long piece of jewelry up. “It’s pure silver. I’m sure you understand.”

Now you drew Jungkook’s curiosity even further, what did you have in mind with that chain? He never knew his roommate was so kinky before. You peaked his interests with entertainment.

“Wrists. Now.”

“But how am I going to be good for you if you cuff me?”

“Do you want my blood or no? Because I’m certain just about a minute ago you said ��“

“Okay. Okay. Fine.” He shook his head while displaying his wrists out to you.

The burn of the chain sizzled against his skin as you twisted it around another, tying his wrists together. It was painful for a vampire, not only does it burn but it also paralyzes the affected, so they cannot pull the material off of the area so easily.

Jungkook’s face had irritation written all over it. The pain biting him with annoyance. The only thing keeping him going is the fact that whatever he may do will give him the blood he desired.

“This is for you ignoring me for weeks.” You raised his arms above him, pushing him back onto his bed and securing his wrists to one of the posts with the assistance of a sturdy belt.

Jungkook groaned out, “Hey, I said I was sorry!”

“Apology is not accepted.” You smiled.

He watched you carefully, eyeing your bar outfit, your face, the excitement behind your eyes sparking at the actions you chose to partake in. “So, this is my punishment?” He winked.

You shrugged, making your way over to the other side of his bed to sit down next to him. “I’m pretty sure this is a reward for you, since you want my blood.” You reminded him waving your wrist in front of his face.

There was struggle, Jungkook’s eager bloodshot eyes now zoning in on the span of your wrist. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow. He was thirsty.

When his eyes glanced back over to yours, he had desperation screaming from them. His breath turned jagged, inhaling your lingering scent some more. “Noona – please. What do you want?”

You leaned back laying down and used Jungkook’s abdomen as your pillow, staring up at the ceiling. His innocent pleas sounded mesmerizing to you. You wanted to hear him talk, to confess.

“Besides my blood what do you want, Jungkook?”

Jungkook leered down at you. With this angle he can see the expanse of your neck on show, stretched long and elevated on his waist. He can only dream about sinking his fangs into that supple skin, slurping up whatever poured out of you.

“I want to put my mouth on you.” He declared.

You rolled your eyes, turning to face him. “I said besides my blood.” Indicating that he would want to repeat the same process as last time.

“Not down there. Not right now at least.” His eyes conveyed a secret promise.

A blush snuck up to your cheeks, raising the color of your skin to a warmer shade.

“Would you like that, Noona? Will you let me put my mouth on you?” He said with excitement. The strain of his wrists tugged at the post, Jungkook eyeing you through heavy lids. “Please, let me do something. I’ve been smelling you all night.”

On a whim you perched yourself up over Jungkook, straddling above his waist. “No.” You smiled wryly once you grabbed at the hem of his shirt.

Jungkook parted his lips, licking over his set of teeth. The two of you exchanged a brief heated look, a challenging gaze. Then the sudden tear of his shirt ripped in two as you tore the seam apart with all your might. You exposed his flexed stomach all the way to the top of his chest. “And that’s for my shorts and underwear.”

Jungkook whined, not at the lose of his shirt, but at the bold movement of your actions. It was hot. Your initiative was something he’s never seen before coming from you. And the image of you hovering your dirty flower right above his pelvis is forever going to be ingrained into his memory.

His chiseled upper body was on full display for your eyes now, disregarding the shreds of his shirt still linked around his arms. Fuck, Jungkook was sexy. The entire idea of this sculpted creature under your demand was turning you on second by second and you decided to take advantage of your leverage.

“Noona, just a taste please?” Jungkook begged with a reedy voice. He thrusted his hips up into you, wiggling his eyebrows. He was under your control, completely wrapped around your finger and it didn’t stop him from begging.

You fingered at his nipples, running your thumbs around the softened skin to cause them to perk up. You traced patterns with the tips, running up and down along his abs. “Where do you want to put your mouth?” You inquired. Tapping your digits around his cool skin. “Here?” you prodded, pointing at his upper chest right under his clavicle. “Hm, what about here?” you ran your finger over the prominent vein that bulged out of the side of his neck from constraint.

You watched the way Jungkook’s eager looks turned into anguish, the agony of not having what he craved was tormenting. Your teasing wasn’t helping, you were testing him.

“Anywhere.” He stuttered. “Everywhere.”

Jungkook gasped when you pushed down your weight onto his hips, his growing bulge now receiving attention instead. You smirked; you knew Jungkook was turned on by this. “Jeon? What do we have here?”

He swallowed thickly. Trying to straighten out his mind to respond to you properly but nothing but natural instincts were getting in the way. “I’m hard. I’m horny. And you’re extremely hot right now. As much as I am hungry, I’m thinking many other things about you right now.”

“Enlighten me, Koo.”

Jungkook dropped his head back onto the pillow under him with a whimper. He was parched, he was sexually aroused, and infuriated that he couldn’t do anything about either of them.

“Noona please!” He cried. “Do whatever you want, please. Just help me out.” Jungkook drawled on and on. His wrists continued to strain against the custom-made handcuffs that burned into his skin, rendering him from movements.

Jungkook pointed with his chin towards the junction of your bodies, “Help me.”

It dawned on you, how sleeping with your roommate right now probably wouldn’t be the wises of ideas. And those uncertainties were calculating on your face. Jungkook notices this, jumping at his opportunity to speak. “Y/n. Hey – Look at me. I’m okay with this.” His voice came out soft, still whimpering under you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Fuck yes! You have no idea how much I need you to touch me right now.”

You hesitantly unbuckled his belt and unlooped the button to his jeans. His dick was prominently swollen, being constricted against the layers of materials. With a swift tug at his bottoms just below the curve of his ass, you released the beauty of his hardened thick cock, red at the tip with a spruce of precum glossing over the head.

Jungkook exhaled a shuttered breath, his cock aching to be touched. His member twitches cutely at the ghost of your hand hovering above it, and another whine resonated through his nose. You couldn’t help but admire the curve of his dick, the vein that ran over the underside of it. How soft his frenulum looked to the touch.

“Is this what you want Kook?” you firmly grasped at the base of his dick, right above the well-groomed hairs. His hips jolted up at your touch, flexing his muscles and pulling his arms from the restraints.

“Y – Yes!” he choked out. “Help me Noona. I promise I’ll be good for you.”

You didn’t doubt his promised plea. Last time he promised you something he surely delivered it.

You smothered his leaky precum over the head and through the slit. Fisting his shaft nicely just to watch Jungkook thrust his head back further into the bed. The angel of his jaw tilted back that showed up his thick neck was a delicious sight to witness.

To surprise him, you dipped your head down. Kissing your lips to the tip of his dick and running your tongue along the area. You hummed in satisfaction when Jungkook’s thighs started to shake underneath you. Who knew you’d have this power and demand over your friend.

Your mouth sank down, taking him in an inch and he choked out vowels. He tasted of a sweet salt, miraculously this part of his vampire body remained animated. “Noona!” His teeth remained clenched together, fangs threatening to bite into his bottom lip. “Don’t stop.”

The wetness of your mouth coated along the rest of his cock, submerging him as far as you can go and wrapping your hand around whatever portion you couldn’t reach. His tip touched the back of your throat when you took him in. Subconsciously you made sure to suck hard as you pulled away.

A string of saliva linked between your mouth and his dick, thinning out right before it snapped. Jungkook groaned out at the sight. He was painfully hard, and his stomach constantly reminded him he needed to drink before he depleted himself.

He whimpered as you abandoned his member, letting it relax against his stomach. He huffed out with a buck of his hips, “I was good to you last time!” he reminded.

“That you were.” You sat at the edge of the bed, untucking your blouse from the band of your pants. “So good.” You blushed.

“What are you doing?” His kicked you softly with the side of his foot. Your fingers found their way to the zipper of your bottoms, undoing them and shimmying them off. The blouse and bra you wore was soon tossed to the side. “I’m going to ride you if you let me.” You peered over your shoulder, baring your backside to him.

Jungkook’s eyes lit up, beaming the red hues that decorated them. “Yes, please. My god – please ride me.”

You straddled yourself over Jungkook’s waist, making sure not to fully sit down on top of him just yet. You wanted to tease him of the sight from a few weeks ago. Your lovely lady-bits wafting his favorite flavors together. “I guess I was bleeding a little bit huh?” You laughed to yourself.

His mouth watered; lips parted. Your smell lingers into his nose and filled his lungs. Jungkook was thankful you tied him up otherwise he was sure to have attacked you to get this treat.

“Rub yourself on me, please. I want you to coat my dick.”

He caught you by surprise, this lewd sentence spilling out of his mouth. But you conceded, sitting yourself back on his throbbing member, just to run yourself up and down on it. Your wetness caused an embarrassing and loud squelching noise, your taint painted on Jungkook’s cock like a canvas.

He met the swing of your hips with his own, grinding up into your slick sex. His pressure was forceful up into your folds as if his dick was asking for permission to enter you. “Is this what you want?” you teased again.

He nods vigorously, controlling his impulse to thrust up into you. His hunger remained dominant, but the lust for you became top priority.  

You locked eyes with him the second the tip of his dick threatened to push past your hole. He was yearning to break through and glide his dick against your velvety sleek walls. His lips are pink and bitten while he continued to let out those cute pleading noises you enjoy hearing so much. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed in a tormented bliss.

He was ultimately at your mercy, within your clutches and you could break him at any moment. Leave him hot and heavy to get back at him if you really wanted to. You didn’t speak, just waiting for a sign that he was close to his breaking point.

Jungkook whines again brokenly, “Please, please Noona. I want to be inside you. Can I please?”

So needy. So deprived of his wants and wishes. You feel for him, you really do. Feeling him shake like a leaf from the anticipation of plunging his cock so far up into you. And you allow it.

You leaned down further, allowing just the head to sink in. He groans out your name the moment you slipped him back out, just to repeat the process once again now easing yourself all the way down on him. You stiffed a moan yourself, humming along with the series of loud whiny noises escaping his mouth.

“No more ignoring me, Koo.” You rolled your hips up. “If we have a problem, we should address it. Right?” You circled, bobbing yourself on his cock. “Right?” Your hands found perch on his chest, pinching his nipples enough to harden them and forcing an animalistic growl out from Jungkook.

He gasps, choking out breaths, “Right!” his eyes skewed shut. Jungkook’s wrists were bleeding, pinned together tightly. His lust fogged mind wished to get his hands on you, to guide the movements of your hips or even flip you over just to pound himself inside your cunt.

His eyes opened just enough to stare at the way your body moved on top of him, a small raspy groan leaving him. God you look like a delicious treat – he’s even questioning himself how he lasted this long without taking you before.

The pants that hugged his thighs were preventing him from widening his legs. The fabric softening the blow of your ass landing down on him. The stinging burn of pain mixed with the immense pleasure of your pussy clenching around his smooth cock has got him spinning down in spirals.

“I – I’m, Noona. So close.”

“No.” You asserted, slowing down your pace to a halt. “Not yet.”

Jungkook kicked his feet out, eyes blown wide. “What, Why!?” His cock twitched inside of you the same way his hips jerked up.

“Bite me first.” Your wrist made its way in front of Jungkook’s mouth. His tongue swiped out licking your delicate skin. His mouth latches onto you with no hesitation, the sharpness of his fangs burying themselves inside forcing you to hiss at the sudden infliction.

It was like biting into a peach, liquid spilling all over her mouth. Jungkook sucked with fervor, drinking down your delectable juicy liquid while his hips jutted up into you. He wanted you to continue, keep moving before his orgasm gets denied. He muffled a cry against your bleeding wrist when you swivel your hips at a certain angle.

You were panting in the open air, picking up your speed to meet his urgency. Face gorgeously flustered, unshed tears sparkling from Jungkook’s eyes. Your blood pushed Jungkook over the edge, freefalling down into a pit of pure bliss. He chases his orgasm, using a sharp uncoordinated sloppy thrust to bury his cock deep inside your cunt as he came. Cum jetting out of him in streams like a fountain.

His fangs retracted from your wrist, being replaced with light butterfly kisses over the wounded area. Jungkook flops back to the pillow, short of breath. Portions of your blood smeared around his lips and also his dick.

“Holy shit – “ his words faltered.

You gave him his moment, allowing him to take it all in before you moved off of him. Lifting your body off of Jungkook he cuts your action with a sharp tone, “Where are you going?” His eyes dawdled on your exposed body, forcing you to freeze mid pull-out.

“I? I was going to clean up?”

He shook his head frantically, “Don’t get off me just yet. Ah. You didn’t cum – I want to make you cum.” Jungkook edged his hips up with a spasm of overstimulation, his member hiding back inside of you. “Sit back down on me please.”

He was softening inside of you; you can feel it slowly shrink and the idea of cock-warming to get you off wasn’t something that sounded promising.

“Kook, it’s really okay. I don’t need to.”

“I want you to. Get me out of these chains.”

You sighed, leaning forward enough to hold Jungkook’s cock inside of your super slippery walls. Giving Jungkook the opportunity to place hot open-mouth kisses to your breasts that dangled down in front of him. The make-shift bondage was released, pulling the chains off of his ruined wrists. They’ll heal back shortly anyways.

His hands latched to your waist in a blink of an eye, digging his nails into your skin. There was a pool of mixed liquids between the two of you, glistening in the light. He didn’t bother to yank his pants off, he wanted to focus on you instead. He guided you to run your hips a certain way, tilting them down so your clit can run against his pelvis.

“Hold me inside you, can you do that for me Noona? I’ll get hard again just by watching you use me.”

His voice was filthy whispering those sentences in the air. Involuntarily causing you to clutch around his dick.

“Ah – just like that,’ he cooed. “Play with me, do what you want.”

He continued to pilot your lower half on him, running your drenched pussy into him. Your breath turned labored; clit throbbing with sensitivity from the build up of stimulation. Your hands ran the expanse of his chest, his biceps, around his collarbones and up. Finger’s interlacing with the tendrils of his hair at the nape of his neck.

He was bringing you close to your release just as his cock started stiffening back up. Your breath caught in your throat, a brief squirm of your body reacting to his dick prodding into your sweet spot.

Your mouth dropped open, pleasure taking over your face. “Right there?” Jungkook taunted. “You like my dick against that spot?” You nodded like a bobble-head. He moved you again, repeating the action.

You never noticed how your hips were moving on their own accord now, how greedy you were being as you used your roommate as a pleasure toy. A very hot, sexy, vampiric sex toy indeed.

The moans escaping you were coming out as a song, heighten with each second your lower stomach started tingling. It was happening. You were at the brink of your orgasm, railing your clit into Jungkook. “Fu – fuck. Kook!” Your eyes clamped shut and your bottom lip was bruising from your demanding teeth. “I’m so – gasps – im so close.”

You practically hiccuped the moment his fingers pinched your bundle of nerves, tweaking it between the two digits. Forcing your body to thrust forward with a maddened cry. Orgasm after orgasm erupted through you, vibrations shooting through your body the same way you squirted all around Jungkook.

Jungkook caught you before you could collapse on top of him, sitting his body up so he could hold you in his arms. He petted your hair as you rested your head in the crook of his neck trying to calm down from the aftershocks of your numbing body.

“Hey, it’s alright, I gotcha.”

The warmth of your body captivated him. Your smell of arousal and blood dampening his body and sheets are sure to stir some problems in the future if he didn’t get it cleaned up quickly.

“Thanks…” you murmured under your breath, inhaling his manly scent.

“Clean I get you cleaned up?”

You nodded, circling your arms a and latching your legs around him. Exhaustion was whipping over you and you swore you started to see stars in your peripherals. What was it about Jungkook that caused the best orgasms you’ve ever received?

He chuckled, “Noona, I’m still inside you right now. If I’m gonna clean you up, I need to be able to move. You’ve made a mess everywhere.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to get a better view of your blush fucked-out face.

“I feel a little weak.” You embarrassingly whispered.

“Of course you do – I fed on your blood. And you came about 3 times in a row.” He held you tighter, shifting himself to swing his legs to the edge of the bed. Everywhere was soaked. Leaking fluids colliding with anything it touched. It was then he decided sleeping in your clean bed will be easier for the both of you. “I’ll get you something filled with vitamins to help you replenish.” He gave a quick peck to your temple, examining the way you dozed off.

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[set-phasers-to-whump]

breaking down

prompt: nightmares (from day 15)

whumpee: kurt wallander

fandom: young wallander

hi! back on my yw bullshit tonight :) this fic is set after the first ep, i would say ostensibly before the end of the show but like. it can fit wherever you think it can fit lol. hope you enjoy!

The nightmare starts the way that night had started. 

The fire alarm blares. Kurt finds the flaming trashcan, flips it, beats out the flames with his coat. The crowd clusters around the fence and he joins and people all around him are speaking and their voices blur together into one solid thing. The boy, Hugo, is up against the fence and the tape is over his mouth and people are jeering and people are saying that someone should help him and Kurt is pushed and then he has to act because this is what he does. His badge and his voice announce his now-unwelcome presence. He tries to take command of the situation, to push the crowd back as they murmur and sneer at the revelation that one of their own is a police officer. And then the man pushes past him and rips off the tape and reveals the grenade and someone shouts “grenade!” and then Kurt is shouting, get back, get back, get back, and he is moving on autopilot, arms stretched out, pushing everyone away as they begin to scream in fear and his back is turned as he’s guiding them out of danger and then there’s a boom and chunks are falling from the sky and his ears are ringing and where Hugo had been there is nothing at all and a piece of singed fabric lands at Kurt’s feet and he doesn’t - he doesn’t - he can’t - all around him people are still screaming, loud enough to hear over the ringing, and some are holding their hands over their ears and some are running away and some are just standing there, stock-still, looking at the spot along the fence where seconds ago there had been a person. He should do something. Call someone. But surely somebody else has done that. Still. Maybe he should call, just in case. He pulls out his phone but as soon as he turns it on it transforms and there is a grenade in his hand like the grenade that had blown up Hugo and he tries to scream a warning to the people still nearby but the words catch in his throat and he hears a beep and - 

Kurt shoots bolt upright with a shout that echoes off the walls of the room. His entire body is trembling and stiff and his breath is coming in shudders and his heart is pounding and he can’t think can’t think can’t think -

His hands find his phone, unlock it, and place a call, without him knowing what he’s doing. It’s not until a voice speaks at the other end of the line that he realizes he’s even moved. 

“H’lo?” Reza’s voice is thick with sleep, and Kurt can barely hear it over the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears, over the sound of the explosion, over the ringing…

“Kurt?” Reza sounds more awake now, worried. The change in tone is enough to get Kurt to focus slightly. He needs to say something. He needs something. 

“Umm…”

He still can’t think. His mind is a jumble of images, the flames, the crowd, the grenade, the explosion, the pieces falling from the sky, god. He can’t…

“Kurt?” Reza is insistent now, a real undercurrent of fear in his voice. “You okay? I’m coming over.”

“You’re…” he takes a breath, but it’s too deep and he half chokes on it. 

“I’m coming. Give me fifteen minutes.”

Before Kurt can reply, Reza’s hanging up, and then it’s just him. He presses his back firmly into the wall behind his pillow and draws his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself. He’s shaking so hard that it actually hurts, and his throat feels scratchy and his mind clears enough for him to realize that he must have been screaming in his sleep. He buries his face in his knees and tries to breathe and waits. 

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By the time Reza arrives, Kurt’s heartbeat has slowed to an almost-normal pace, and some of the shaking has subsided. He’s less tense, too, and starting to ache. His mind is still not where it should be, and he’s still not breathing right - too jagged, too quick, almost painful. 

“Kurt?” The door closes softly, and for one second Kurt’s head shoots up from his knees and he looks around in terror, and then he remembers that this is Reza, who is supposed to be here. He relaxes minutely.

“Here,” Kurt calls out, and listens as Reza’s footsteps approach. He feels the bed dip when Reza sits down next to him, and for a long moment there is silence. 

“Are you okay?”

He laughs, thickly and humorlessly. “No. No, I’m - fuck, Rez, I’m...I’m…” His breath catches, and he’s already breathing wrong, and then Reza’s hand touches his back, warm and firm and there, and Kurt breaks. 

A sob tears its way out of his throat, followed by another, and another, and hot tears are pouring down his face and he’s shaking maybe even harder than before and he feels like he is actually, physically, falling apart, and then Reza must move, because he’s being pulled forwards and his forehead bumps into Reza’s shoulder and his arms come up almost instinctively, hands grabbing the fabric of his best friend’s jacket. Reza’s hand is still on his back, and the other one is holding on to the back of his head, and he’s saying something soft and calming and whatever it is sounds natural and practiced and it sounds like safety. 

They sit there for what could be minutes or hours. The sobs turn into crying which turns into sniffling which turns into something that resembles a normal breathing pattern. Kurt is exhausted, achy, and more than a little embarrassed, now that the worst of it has passed. He pulls back slightly from Reza, turns his eyes downwards. 

“Sorry,” he says, and winces at how raw his voice sounds. 

“You don’t need to be.”

“But I -”

“You’ve been through some horrible shit. Nobody expects you to be fine all the time. Nobody wants you to be, either. It’s not good for you.”

Kurt just nods and leans his head forward again to rest on Reza’s shoulder, trying to ignore the dampness of his jacket. “Thank you.”

“What else is a best friend for?”

“Getting us breakfast in the morning?”

Reza laughs softly. “Sure,” he agrees, easily. “That too.”

“‘M tired.”

“D’you think you can fall back asleep?” And not have another nightmare?, is the unasked question underneath.

“If you stay.”

“Course I’m staying. We’re getting breakfast, remember?”

thanks for reading! hope they weren’t too ooc, i feel like that can be hard when you write something very different from like, the general atmosphere of a show lol. anyway i wanted to do some soft caretaker reza bc i think he would be so good at that since he has a lil kid :) i hope u liked this! (also sorry its so short!)

[real-sotenbori-hours]

As You Like - Majima Goro x Fem reader ~ smut

Summary: After a busy night at Sunshine, Majima makes the grave mistake of kicking back at one of the tables for a sec... and you decide this is the perfect time to physically demonstrate how much you love this fucking dude.

You’re alone in the back room, having just changed, packing up your stuff. Youda-san knocks twice and cheerfully informs you that he’s locking up, heading out, and thank you for your excellent work tonight. You laugh and thank him right back, zipping up your bag and pushing the chair back into the vanity.

You swing the door open, switch off the light in the back room and shut it, assuming it’s just you in this now dimly lit place of splendor and excitement. Something about being alone in a building typically packed with beautiful women, big spending men and an energy of excess turns you on for some undefinable reason.

Looks like you’re all alone... and you can’t shake your arousal. You’re tempted to do something about this rush that’s running up and between your legs... something exhilarating, a secret you’ll keep with yourself, something that’ll put a hell of a smirk on your face the next night you work, and then some. You start scanning the room for the booth that most strikes this filthy fancy within you.

All alone.

Darkness surrounds you, teasingly. Total darkness but two of the globe table lights sleepily lit at the far front of the room.

You slowly saunter towards the stage, surveying the two booths subtly inviting you to indulge yourself.

The veil of obscurity spurs you on. You scan the room, noticing a figure sprawled out in the corner.

You assumed you were alone, and you were wrong.

The muted, faint sound of relaxed breathing draws you close and as your eyes adjust, you can finally make out the identity of this tired silhouette.

His hair barely brushing the back of the booth, you catch the warm glow of the globe light, illuminating the gorgeous face of your boss, Majima fucking Goro. Each of his arms extended along the top of the cushioned support as his legs hung wide open, allowing him to stretch out completely.

The heat pools between your eager thighs at the mere thought of taking advantage of this stunning god of a man. In your schoolgirl mind, any woman in his mere presence had to be helplessly enamored with him. How could you not be? You’re certain you’ve hid your desperate adoration well, thinking it best to never act above your respective station... but there he is, napping peacefully after a big, booming evening... and now you couldn’t care less, all you wanted was to drop to your knees before him.

So you do.

You crawl underneath the table, trying to stifle a giggle at your mischieviousness. On your knees, you slide between his, slowly running your hands up the inside of his legs. Euphoric with desire, you watch his face as you sink your fingertips into his thighs, breathing slowly, seductively. He twitches, releasing a quiet moan. His lap tightens and you gleefully watch as a stiffness makes itself apparent. You rake your nails along the stretches of his inner thighs, coaxing his arousal to grow. It does. Feeling brazen, you delicately pull on the overlap of his belt, prying it free from the pin. Just as you’d had it almost undone, his eye flies open, spearing you with a look of alarm... and curiosity.

Your face erupted, burning... what’d you expect? To hide your panicking fear of rejection, you lean back, sitting on your heels and tilt your head, pursing your lips.

He sighs, and those stupidly kissable lips part ever so slightly. “Well, well, well... Y/N-chan, what on Earth do ya think yer doin’ down there?”

Lust courses through your veins like a fucking drug. You cackle and reach for the back of your neck, unsnapping the top of your dress and letting it drop freely to your waist, exposing your breasts. His eye widens. “H-h-oly...” You reach for your nipples and start slowly tweaking them. He places his hand on his lap and palms himself. “Y/N-chan, I never thought you’d had the balls...”

You lick your lips, tossing your head back, “Why, whatever do you mean, Majima-san... the balls with which to demonstrate my tireless devotion?” You leave one hand on your breast and move the other down your side, slinking it up your dress, between your thighs, working slowly...

His breath hitches.

“Devotion, eh... ta lil’ ol’ me? Y/N-chan, I’m impressed that ya took initiative... I like that.” He keeps rubbing himself, slowly. Breathing, slowly. Smirking. You try to laugh but it all feels too good. You start to shudder and he sits up, sensing that you’re close.

He kicks his leg out, knocking the table over in one fell swoop and drops to his knees before you, grabbing your hand from between your thighs and running his tongue up and along your pruning fingers, his eye blown wide with desire, piercing into yours. You whimper. With his free hand, he grasps the nape of your neck and yanks you toward him, crashing his mouth onto yours, prying your lips apart, slipping his tongue in.

You pull him in by his collar and deepen the kiss, losing all consciousness of everything but the electric current rushing through you. He pulls away and leans into your ear, “Hey, come a lil’ closer. I have been dyin’ to find out just how good that body feels, flush against mine...” An involuntary moan escapes you at his smoldering words as he continues to grip your neck with one hand, bringing your lips together while pushing you against the booth, steadying himself with the other. “Mmmm... fuck, Y/N-chan... I’ve barely even touched ya and yer drivin’ me crazy...”

His admission goads you as you slip your hands beneath his jacket, pulling him free. He undoes his tie with one hand and pulls it straight from his collar, snapping it with both hands and grinning. “Lie back, Y/N-chan. Ya caught me off guard. Now it’s my turn. Close yer eyes.” You do as instructed, exhaling deeply.

He runs his lips along your cheek to the shell of your ear as he wraps that soft, black, silky strip of decorum around your eyes, fastening it behind your head, dazing you with a faint whiff of his cologne. He rolls his bottom lip up the other side of your neck to your earlobe and chuckles, “Since ya think yer in charge, I’m gonna have ta remind ya where ya stand.”

“Yes, sir. You’re right.” You whimper. He gets more tantalizing by the minute. For fuck’s sake, if he brushes your cunt even haphazardly, you’re going to come like a fucking fountain.

He runs a long finger over your blindfold, pressing down on the bridge of your nose. “You been entertainin’ some less than professional thoughts about me, Y/N-chan?” He strokes your jawbone.

“Yes, sir. I have. I touch myself to them all the time.”

Once again, his breath hitches.

He wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing, biting your bottom lip, hissing, “That so? And what am I doin’? Markin’ yer soft, tasty skin, showin’ every man in sight who yer thinkin’ of? Feastin’ on ya like the goddamn delicacy that you are? Poundin’ into ya over n’ over?”

“Mmmm, fuck...” You tilt your head, searching for his mouth... lazily bringing a hand to your lap, under your dress...

“Ne, Y/N-chan. You’ve lost yer privileges fer now. Sit on yer hands. I’m gonna use ‘em later.” You obey. He gropes your breasts, pinching your nipples until you moan, leaning in to take your mouth again. “Majima-san, please...” you whisper, “I wanna wrap my arms around you, feel you...I need you closer...” He fists your hair, yanking your head back over the seat of the booth and licks from your clavicle up to your chin. “I don’t think so, babygirl. A lesson’s a lesson. A good boss makes sure his girl knows her place.”

He kisses you deeper, more intimately than before, holding your face with both hands.

“Goddamn... I just can’t get enough of ya, Y/N-chan...” You suck in a deep breath, frustrated, bucking your hips, desperate for friction, “Majima, please, I can’t take it anymore, I need your touch... please...”

He clicks his tongue and sits back on his heels, taking in the sight of you: ablush, tits out, begging with each panting breath for a fucking MODICUM of lasting physical contact. Every time he pulls away, you’re left burning. Your desire swells on the verge of combustion. You can’t fucking take it. He laughs and leans forward, placing a hand on each of your knees.

This fantasy that you’ve teased and touched yourself to for months... finally coming to fruition... you can’t help but tremble. You sigh, voice dripping with want, “Majima-san...”

Gripping each knee, he rips them apart, wider than they naturally go. Your dress slinks up over your hips. You moan as he moves quickly, pinning you to the booth. He pecks your lips and grabs your chin. “Ne, Y/N-chan. You can call me Goro.” You bite your lip as he slowly, painfully rakes his fingertips up your thighs, gripping your hips and curling his fingers beneath the band of your panties.

Hungrily, you rock your hips against his hands, begging him to remove the pesky fabric separating your starving cunt from delicious contact. He pulls them down one side at a time, one inch at a time. You groan. “Goro, take them off. I can’t fucking wait any longer...”

He growls and smacks the side of your bare ass with an open palm. “I fuckin’ love me an impassioned woman...” He rolls them over your thighs and down, you lift your legs and he peels them further, past your knees, along your calves and off. The cool air hits the dripping mess radiating from your core, your scent sending shivers through Majima like a gust of cold wind and dry heat at the same damn time. He snarls. “So this is how ya smell when yer cravin’ me, babe?”

You smirk. “I always smell like this.”

He moans a trail of airy kisses along your inner thighs, kneading with his fingertips. “Yer divine. I can’t wait to taste from the source.” You squeak as he grabs your ass and lifts your lower body up, dangling your legs from his shoulders, leaving you guessing in complete darkness. You take in a deep breath and just as you release it, you’re granted the tip of his warm, wet tongue sliding up your folds, poking at your swollen bud.

“Fuck, Goro-kun! Fuck, it feels so fucking good, baby...”

He grips you harder, pulling his face deeper into you, lapping you up, praising you. He adds two fingers into you, stretching you, finding you ridiculously tight, moaning into you, wanting to work you up more and more and then hear you beg, more and more. Your fingers dig into the carpet, your entire body trembling while your thighs vibrate violently, toes curling hard enough to cramp your calves, you bleat, “Goro, baby, I’m gonna fuckin’ explode, you’re so fucking good, I-I can’t—-”

He rips the blindfold from your eyes, beaming into them as he watched your release break over you: screaming, not giving a fuck if anyone outside in the alley can hear you... and watching you not give a fuck, coming so hard that nothing else mattered... generously releasing yourself all over him...

He continues, slowly sucking your clit; sucking your obsession, your lust, your pining, your hopeless infatuation that you thought would go forever unanswered, right out of your womanhood, dripping down his irresistible mouth as he licked it all up, savoring every drop, groaning, thirsty for more.

You whimper, unable to speak, shaking, slowly floating back down to Earth like the last leaf of Fall.

You lie there, lethargic, a puddle of bliss. Majima reaches for his belt, not breaking eye contact. “Yo, Y/N-chan...”

You sit up to smooth the skirt of your dress, preparing to redress yourself, assuming he had somewhere to be, assuming this amazing evening was over.

“...Where in the hell do ya think yer goin’?” He hissed, “Take two fingers, I wanna watch ya fuck yer pretty self while I lose the rest of my threads...” without a second’s hesitation you instantly slip two fingers into yourself, working slowly, staring right into him, inviting him to take complete ownership, moaning softly, glistening all over again...

He glares, “...And now a third. Good girl.”

Finishing what you started, he pulls his belt completely apart, making quick work of his pants and remaining undergarments. He lunges forward, ripping your dress off of you in one smooth motion, tossing it over his shoulder aggressively in the opposite direction. Feral.

“You think fer one second that after just a slice of that ravishing body, I’m not gonna want the whole damn thing?” He strokes himself once, twice, and immediately stands at full, glorious girthy attention.

He kneels before you, placing each hand on your thighs, lowering his face just above your lap, pausing for a moment, as if to pray. Peppering your thighs and stomach with kisses and bites, he works his way up. Pulling your hand free, he sucks your fingers and replaces them with his own, groaning. He then takes a nipple into his mouth, kissing it, and then wraps a hand around your nape once again and a jolt of humidity and wetness zaps right to your cunt, coating his fingers, forcing a sweet, faint whine from his intoxicating lips.

He punctuates it, feverishly taking your lips again, tongues and teeth intermingling in the most carnal, desirous, all-encompassing kiss possible. It was perfect. He’s fucking perfect. You return the sentiment, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, wrapping both hands around this neck, pulling his mouth further into yours because it was all too much and not nearly enough, and all you wanted was to exist within this moment alone. You wanted to melt into the heat of your bodies and remain.

He pinched your chin between his index and thumb, bit it lightly and tilted your head down, meeting your eyes. “Watch me give you everything, Y/N-chan... I’m gonna get you off all over again...”

Your eyes roll back before you can catch them, shivering, “Give me all ya got, Goro-kun... make me yours.”

He brings his lips back to yours again and slips his tongue back into your mouth as if breathing heat directly into you. He pulls away abruptly, with a suck.

“That’s a good girl,” he moans as he rubs the tip of his throbbing cock in slow, deliberate circles at your entrance, allowing his eye to roll involuntarily for just a second as he spears you with his gaze. “Eyes on me, Y/N-chan....”

You’re weakening by the minute. He’s so fucking devastatingly sexy, appealing in every sense of the word... if you could overdose on him, you would.

He hooks an arm around your back, pressing his hand into your shoulder while the other holds you open, wider still... he breathes in sharply and slips just his head into you, glaring right into you, smirking. “God, ya look so fuckin’ good, achin’ for me...”

You cried, “More, Goro-kun...”

He chuckles darkly and slams into you, now grabbing under each of your knees, pushing them up to your chest and further apart, further seating himself within you as deeply as fucking possible.

He leans in again and captivates your mouth, pulling back, rearing and thrusting back into you fully, groaning as he feels you grip him like a warm, wet vise. He breaks your kiss and digs his teeth into your neck. “Mmmmm, Y/N-chan... yer so warm... I knew ya would be... god damn, why’d ya have to take so long to come to me?”

Your breath catches in your chest at the mere thought of him regarding you in any way sexually prior to this brazen night.

“Ohhh, Goro-kun, I love knowing that you think of me... uhhh...but wh-uhhh-why didn’t you—-”

He grasps a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back again, exposing your neck to his lips. He presses into you again and moans, “Because, Y/N-chan... I love that ya came to me on yer own. Yer so confident and sexy... yet totally unassumin’... it’s intoxicatin’...” he licks up your neck again and bites down, harder than before, somehow finding the spot that tases your entire body.

You fucking convulse. He sucks your neck mercilessly, now withdrawing and slamming into you viciously, over and over, setting a punishing pace for waiting so long to take what you want.

You plant each hand on his shoulders and push him down, provoking him to pound into you harder, faster... wanting to get fucked raw enough to bleed.

He growls and leans into you again and you grab his face, nipping at his pillowy bottom lip, sucking, inhaling him... pushing him away. You grab his face again with both hands and tilt your forehead against his. “Goro, take a seat. I want to go back to the start of this. I want to make ya feel good.”

A stunned look peeled across his face, “Baby, you do... but hey, I can’t wait ta see what ya got planned...”

He stands, pulling you to your feet as you turn on your ankle and push him into the booth. You giggle and drop to your knees, once again spreading his apart, ghosting up his inner thighs, relishing everything.

You slink your tongue out along his shaft, taking every inch of him into your mouth, little by little. His legs tighten beneath you as he slips his fingers through your hair, twisting. “Mmmm, Y/N-chan... kimochi-ii...”

You look up at him with your lips hugging the tip of his cock. You lick it and sigh, “Keep talking like that and I’ll finish you off right here, right now, Goro-chan...”

He runs a finger along your face and shudders as your mouth keeps working every bit of magic, pulling him closer to the edge. “Y/N-chan, yer incredible...”

You’re starting to ache, wanting to ride him to the blissful end, unable to shake the urge. You stand before him, taking your fingertips to your mouth and bringing them back between your thighs. His eye widens further.

As you return your hand to yourself while continuing to take his every inch deeper and deeper into your mouth, you feel the tell-tale twitch of pre-release begin to rumble from his core. You immediately rise to your feet while digging your nails into his thighs, gradually letting every last inch of him slide past the flat of your tongue on your way up.

He watches you unblinkingly, musing, “Y/N-chan, yer a fuckin’ goddess...”

You grab his shoulder as he instinctively grips your hip, hopping onto his lap, placing your wet heat just against him, leaning in to reunite your lips as you guide his tip to your sweet, weeping slit. You sigh, deepening the kiss as you impale yourself on him, both of you groaning at the complete sensation.

You lean back, gripping just above his knees as you gyrate slowly, watching him fight the urge to roll his head back against the seat. He fans his fingers along your sides, tightly grasping you as he meets your motions with a starved twitch in his hips.

“Y/N-chan, ya know just what yer doin’...” You smirk, rubbing your nipples again as he watches you ride him, a look of admiration on his face. He grabs your neck and pumps into you harshly, stilling you for a moment to let you know just how incredible you feel.

Just as your ever flexing thighs begin to seize, he wraps both of his hands around your neck, sealing your lips together as he stands, still within you, slamming you onto the seat as he latches his mouth at the crook of your neck, reclaiming you with a voracious rhythm.

He sucks a violent kiss from you as he pulls away growling just beneath your ear. “God damn, I’m about ta fill ya up.”

You fill your fingers with the smooth locks of his hair, yanking him in more closely than possible as you whisper, “I want every drop. Leave me dripping.”

He stifles a moan, sinking his teeth so deeply into your shoulder, you feel your skin ripping beneath his teeth. He pounds two, three more strokes into you before pinning you by your shoulders, filling you completely while still sucking your neck.

He rolls onto his side, pulling you on top of him and cradling your face against his chest, twirling your hair, sighing contently.

“Y’know, I’ve thought aboutchya, alone, many times. The thing about you is I could daydream about gettin’ ya all to myself and no matter how wild my ideas of ya are, I still knew all along that the reality of havin’ ya would be ten times better than my darkest fantasies...”

God, what a sexy thing to say. But suddenly the reality of everything that just transpired between the two of you comes bubbling to the surface. You try not to grow too defensive, but in order to protect your expectations and thus your tender heart, you bristle ever so slightly.

“I assumed you had a woman, or a number of them and/or I figured that all the girls here probably vie for your attentions and that you’re plenty satiated... I don’t know...”

“Wrong, Y/N-chan. I got no one at home and all a’ the other girls are like younger siblings to me... like if our parents had me an’ then a litter a’ Trust-Me babies a decade later, ya know? They’re my lil’ sisters, I look out for ‘em and at the end of the day, we all make a comfortable livin’. There ain’t nothin’ like that from my side of things... until you came along.”

Your face burns and you find yourself more grateful for the dim lighting now than ever.

“Mmmm... Well, you hid it well. It never occurred to me.”

“And how would it? I knew you’d come around, so I sat back and watched, on the edge a’ my seat.”

“Was I so obvious?”

“Nah, but I could feel it whenever I was near ya. And I’d catch ya starin’... And I knew if I made a move on ya, I wouldn’t be rebuffed... but it was too fun watchin’ ya all hot n’ bothered all the time.”

Frustration aside, you can’t help but laugh. “That’s what I love about ya, Goro-kun. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

You bring yourself closer to him as he meets you, kissing your lips softly, urgently, subtly letting you know that you matter to him.

He takes in a deep breath and sighs, long and pained. “Y/N-chan, you could be the death a’ me.”

“I’m not like that. I’d be so good to you, Goro... but I understand if you think we shouldn’t do this.” You wilt, knowing it’s a very real complication, forcing yourself to be an adult and accept it... and wanting to crumble. You always know better, but you act on impulse anyway. It’s part of your charm even if you’re the one paying the price in the end.

“Ne, that’s not at all what I’m sayin’. I just know now I won’t be able ta keep my hands off of ya!”

You giggle, a wave of relief washes over you as you peck his lips again, pulling away to kiss the tip of his nose, his cheekbones and his forehead. He sits up, reciprocating your affections as he begins gathering his clothes.

“Wanna get somethin’ ta eat? I’m famished.”

“I would.” You smile, slipping back into your dress.

He slides his arms back into his shirt, loosely tucking it into his pants. “Whatever ya want. I did wanna ask ya to dinner anyway so hey, now’s the perfect time.” He chuckles, pulling his pants up, fixing his belt.

“You’re the best, Goro-chan.” You giggle, putting your shoes on, realizing you still haven’t located the last of your effects.

“Ready, Y/N-chan? I got just the place.” He beams, heading for the door.

“Hmm, just a sec... I believe I’m missing something...”

He smirks so slyly, you feel a balmy rush between your legs as you slowly stride towards him.

He cocks his head to the side playfully, hooking his index finger into his pocket, pulling barely an inch of lace into view from its deep confines. “Uh-uh, these are mine... and everything on ‘em.” He leans against the door, motioning for you to walk before him.

You grin, grabbing his hips, cupping him and and breathing against the nape of his neck. “I’ll take care of dessert, then.”

He squeezes your waist, brushing the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, escorting you out the door.

***

This was my first Majific, wrote it a few months ago while grinding out the cabaret missions in Y0. Glad I finally got around to tweaking it for upload 😏💦 taking requests if ya got em! ARIGATŌGOZAIMASU

Tagging some Yakibabes~

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It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over (Part 2)

Part 1 can be found here

Chapter 2:  Facing Reality

The night was starting to draw in and you found yourself sitting with a few of the others around the campfire. Javier was sat nearby on his bedroll playing a beautiful melody on his guitar, while Lenny & Hosea were deep in conversation about something.

“Think this belongs to you” a familiar raspy voice boomed from behind you. You turned to face John for the first time in several days to see him holding your notebook “Found Jack scribbling all over it earlier on”

“Thanks” you smiled “He saw me sketching and wanted to try it out for himself” You took the book from his hands & opened it to see what Jack had spent the afternoon doing and chuckled at the child like doodles in front of you “Though lookin’ at these I’m not sure if it was Jack or you who drew them”

“Some gratitude that is” he laughed sitting next to you as Hosea & Lenny looked over in your direction

“What’s so funny?” Lenny asked while Hosea glanced to assess the situation between you & John. You turned the book to face them showing them Jack’s interpretation of Cain next to another drawing of a giant face filling the page

“I was just trying to work out whether this is the work of a talented 4 year old – or a dumbass 26 year old” you teased before John gave you a playful punch on the arm.

“Well considering Marston can’t even write in a straight line, I reckon those pictures are far too advanced for him” Arthur chimed in as walked over to sit next to Hosea

“Very funny Morgan”

“Whose face is that meant to be?” Hosea asked walking over to take a closer look. A host of names were listed as each person around the campfire tried to guess.

“Nope” John smirked “When I asked him he said it was Lilly”

“No way are my ears that big” you joked “and is my face really that fat?”

“Plus he has you smiling, which is clearly wrong” Javier piped up from his own tent, carefully placing his guitar down before heading away to take up guard duty. You turned the page and saw that Jack has been practising his spelling, as the whole two pages were covered with different sized “Jack Marston”s including a “Jack Martson” and a “John Marston Jr.”

“Looks like your writing lessons are working old man” you complimented Hosea while leafing through the remaining pages until you reached one of your own sketches.

“Well he’s definitely improving” Lenny joked “but I think you skipped a page there Lilly”

“I did?” you turned back a page and your stomach sank. On the left there were few faces with names underneath.

Hosea, Dutch, Oncle Arhtur, Mis Tily, Parsen, while the right had two stick like figures smiling & holding hands alongside a smaller one next to them patting a creature with three legs & a tail

Cain, Jack, Ma and Pa

Trying to clear the lump that suddenly developed in your throat, you coughed gently. Hosea having already glanced at the page and then your own expression, leaned forward to offer you some of his drink before trying to steer the conversation away.

“Some fine penmanship he’s developing there - we’ll have him filling out the ledger for us in no time” he joked

John raised his own drink up towards him “He’s learnt from the best”

“Something we can both agree on” Arthur nodded slugging back the rest of his drink.

“Well I think it’s time I turn in.” Hosea announced slowly rising himself off his seat. “Arthur, Lenny get a good nights sleep you’ll need it for tomorrow. As for you two” he pointed at you & John “no causing trouble like the old days”

“I ain’t making promises I can’t keep” John smirked

“No, you’ll just run away from them instead” Arthur grumbled walking towards the house.

An awkward silence filled the air between you & John

“Well, er…, I better head back upstairs too” he announced sensing your discomfort at being alone with him. You looked up at him. He stood up to make his point, but he was frozen in his tracks looking at you. Knowing him so well, you knew he was waiting for you to say stay a while, but you knew in your heart that if you did that you’d never let him leave you again.

“Wait a second” the words fell out your mouth and you melted as his eyes lit up and that smile he only ever seemed to have for you crept across his lips. Lifting yourself up to face him head on, you ripped the Jack’s drawing out of your journal and placed it into his hands. “Take this to remember you’re doing the right thing” you whispered before kissing his scar inflicted cheek gently. He turned his head slightly to meet your lips and you hesitated for the briefest of seconds before making the conscious effort to pull away before he drew you back into him.

You walked away with tears brimming in your eyes. Knowing he would still be stood watching you, you walked into the downstairs room you shared with the other girls, found a spot on the floor and cried yourself to sleep.

You hadn’t quite drifted off when you heard his familiar footsteps walking through the house towards you. Keeping your eyes closed you smelt the whiskey & tobacco on his breath as he leant into you

“I know you’re awake, but I just wanted to say thank you Lil'” he whispered “Thank you for helping me do the right thing for once in my life.” He softly kissed your forehead before making his way up the stairs to his own room.

[littlespoonevan]

broadcast the boom, boom, boom (Preview)

so here’s a lil sneak peek at the beginning of the Never Been Kissed au!!! I’m hoping it’ll be finished by saturday/sunday but for now, here’s the first scene. i hope you like it!!!! <3

*

Isak would like the record to show he never actually signed up to be a part of the uni newspaper. After an ill-fated decision at one of Eva’s parties where he’d drunkenly stashed the boys’ weed in her living room when the cops showed up, Sana had cornered him in their biology lecture and blackmailed him into joining Vilde’s editorial team.

It’s been six months since then and Isak is still stuck here. (At least he’s managed to rope Jonas in too in the interim.)

Right now, they’re in a meeting. It’s the beginning of January and the beginning of the second semester and Vilde’s high pitched voice is getting significantly more shrill as different people on the team suggest ideas for stories. He doesn’t really get why she cares so much. The newspaper isn’t anything special – Blindernbladet is a fortnightly editorial that you’re more likely to see clogging bins on campus and abandoned in lecture halls than anywhere else.

But Vilde runs the office as if they’re working for the fucking VG.

“Do you not understand how important this is?” Vilde snaps at some first year that had suggested they do a story on the new menu options in the student centre.

Vilde turns to the room at large, eyes wide and mouth set in a firm line. “Our funding is going to be cut if we don’t start drawing in readers. We need hard hitting stories.” She smacks her hand on the table to emphasise her point though it’s somewhat hampered by the way it clearly makes her palm sting.

“Why don’t we do an exposé then?” Noora, their resident social affairs writer along with Jonas, suggests.

“Yes!” Vilde exclaims, pointing her pen at Noora with a gleam in her eyes. “Good. This is what we need. What about?”

“Youth culture?” Eva offers as a follow up.

“We could do interviews with students?” Sana chimes in. “From different courses and year groups to get the wider perspectives.”

Vilde nods fervently, dismissing everyone to their posts while she holds Sana, Noora, Eva and Chris back. Isak suppresses the urge to roll his eyes and retreats to the safety of his desk. He usually covers the science section with Sana but since she’s currently preoccupied he fucks around on the internet, messaging Jonas – who’s sitting on the opposite side of the room at his own desk – on Facebook.

Eventually he does actually start doing his work, skimming through the list of article ideas he and Sana had brainstormed earlier before Vilde had called a meeting. Selecting one at random, he opens his browser again and starts researching. A couple of hours later he’s neck deep in notes and half-formed paragraph plans when Vilde suddenly appears behind his computer screen, flanked by the girls.

“Hei, Isak!” she says far too enthusiastically. “Do you mind chatting in my office?”

Vilde’s “office” is a tiny box room with a glass wall that allows her to monitor the entire editing room while also separating her from the rest of floor and boosting her air of importance. Deciding it’s easier not to argue, he dutifully stands up and follows the girls into her room, dropping into the seat in front of her desk that she gestures to.

Vilde sits in her own chair on the other side of the desk with the girls taking up residence on either side of her once again. She looks like a mob boss. A mob boss with a pink bow in her hair. “So we’ve been discussing the exposé idea in more depth and we realised that interviewing university students may not be the way to go.”

“Okay…?” Isak says. He doesn’t really understand why he’s the one that’s being let in on this project.

“Popularity, cliques, those kinds of things don’t really impact you in university, you know,” Vilde continues matter-of-factly. “The campus and the courses are far too big to allow it to even be an issue.”

Isak agrees. He doesn’t think he’s heard the word popular since he started uni. No one gives a shit in college; everyone has their own friends and their own parties to go to and that’s enough. He privately thinks they’d have a better chance of exposing binge-drinking or drug use or something than they would some non-existent social hierarchy but Vilde clearly already has a plan in mind.

“Therefore we realised we need to go back to the source,” she continues, pausing dramatically as she bores her eyes into Isak’s. “High school.”

Isak just stares at her, still waiting for her to get to the point of her little spiel.

“We can all agree that the competition in high school can lead to a very toxic environment,” she says primly and the uncomfortable look on her face suggests she’s remembering the girls’ own difficulties with Sara, Ingrid and the Pepsi Max girls back when they were at Nissen.

“When we were in high school it was too difficult for us to look at the broader picture objectively. But now that we’ve been gone for a few years we have a wonderful opportunity to really delve into how this social hierarchy works and how it impacts on students’ mental health.” Vilde looks to the girls for approval when she pauses and they all nod meaningfully at Isak, making noises of agreement.

“Okay, I think so too,” Isak says uncertainly. “But what are you telling me for? I write for the science section.”

Vilde shares another look with the girls and Isak doesn’t miss the ways Sana is biting back a smirk and Eva is watching him like she’s just waiting for him to explode. Jesus christ, what have they done?

“Well,” Vilde starts hesitantly. “We’ve decided this would be most effective if we had someone on the inside to actually write the article.”

Isak doesn’t speak, waiting for Vilde to elaborate, because he refuses to believe she’s suggesting what he thinks she is.

Then, like ripping a bandage off, she says it. “We want you to enrol in Nissen for the month.”

It takes Isak a second to react, mostly because his brain short-circuits as soon as he hears the word “Nissen”.

“What,” he says flatly. It’s not a question.

Vilde takes a breath, flitting her gaze away from his no-doubt homicidal expression as she stands up. “We’ve already called the principal; you know Chris’ dad is on the board. We’ve discussed it. They will allow you to enrol for the month; they’re very interested in how the article will turn out. They’re hoping it will open the eyes of the students, especially if it’s written by someone close in age to them. The only caveat is that we have to keep all students anonymous, of course.”

She can’t be fucking serious.

“Why do I have to do it?” he snaps. He’s pretty sure there’re plenty of people who’d be happy to avoid uni for a month.

Vilde clears her throat. “We all agree you’re the only person on the team that we trust who could also actually pass as a seventeen year old.”

And that’s just fucking rude.

“I don’t look seventeen!” he insists indignantly.

“Isak, you do have a bit of a baby face,” Noora says gently. And wow, okay, she’s so not getting any food from his shelf whenever she runs out starting from now until the end of eternity.

“We’ve only been gone for three years, won’t all the teachers still recognise me?” he points out, desperately looking for a way out of this.

“The principal will inform your teachers so they don’t make a scene,” Vilde tells him. “Honestly, Isak. This is a great opportunity, we can’t squander it.”

“Vilde, what about my classes?” he asks wearily, deciding to redirect to the real matter at hand. He’s hanging onto his patience by a thread at this point. He’s in his third year of a bio-chem degree; he’s not some fucking first year taking a political science class and only showing up to college when it suits them. He actually takes his education seriously.

“Sana spoke to your professors,” Vilde hastens to explain.

“We may have conflated some details and hacked your email account,” Sana adds, waving a hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

Vilde shoots her a look before returning her gaze to Isak with a winning smile “You can take your lectures online for the month and all your labs take place in the evening so you can still go to them after school.”

“So you expect me to double my own workload and make my life a living hell for a month just so you can write some stupid article?” he demands. Honestly, what the fuck kind of parallel universe did he wake up in this morning?

“You’ll be on a reduced timetable,” Sana says exasperatedly. “And taking mostly science classes which will be a walk in the park for you. Besides, like we said, your teachers will be informed. You won’t have to do homework; stop stressing about the academics. We need you to focus on the social side of it. Join the revue, meet people.”

And oh no. No. They can fuck off. He’s not doing that.

“I’m not joining the revue,” he says in horror.

Vilde rolls her eyes. “You don’t actually have to play a role,” she says impatiently. “Join the PR group or paint the set, it doesn’t matter. But get involved.”

“It’ll be the quickest way for you to make friends and get invited to parties,” Chris adds.

“I’ll help you with uni for the month,” Sana sighs like he’s causing her a great inconvenience. “Okay? Whatever you need. Just get us the story.”

Isak wavers, contemplating his options. Would one month really be so terrible? He knows it’s not so much about the workload and more to do with his own experience of high school. High school to him is marked by three major red flags: his father leaving, his mother’s breakdown, and shoving himself ten miles deep in the closet.

He fucking hated himself in high school. His life was a complete train wreck and he’s only just started to actually feel good in himself again. He doesn’t want to go back to that.

“One month, Isak,” Eva says softly. “Just four weeks. And if you write this, you can leave the paper. We won’t try to make you stay.”

The dismayed expression on Vilde’s face says she hadn’t quite agreed to that term but it makes Isak consider it. One month and he could be completely done with all of this. It’s not even that he dislikes the paper at this point; he just feels like it eats up too much of his free time. He barely has a fucking social life because he’s always either researching for articles or researching for his own assignments. But that could all be over by February…

Pushing down the itch of panic beneath his skin, he grits his teeth. “Fine.”

He’s going to regret this.

*

[ultronnie]

Tell me about Dustin pls

A H H H I GOTTA DO ANOTHER HELL YEAH DUDE

SLEEP WHO? IDK HER-

anyways-

Full Name: Dustin Moore. Totally the douchiest name ever but he was a douchey douche for a minute.

Gender and Sexuality: He’s male and straight. Wowie, hard to come by a straight character in Re-Hash. A rarity! Wowie!

Pronouns: He/him~

Ethnicity/Species: Hyena boyo! The best to draw! Ah!!!

Birthplace and Birthdate: Again I don’t think I set a birthday for him yet. I imagine it’s somewhere around July/August, though. 

Guilty Pleasures: Shit. Didn’t think about this for him, actually. I dunno. He’s a pretty open guy. I don’t think he has any shame in his interests at all.

I will say though, he guzzles root beer like it’s his lifeline and Dustin gets self conscious about the amount he drinks if you point it out to him.

Phobias: He’s really afraid of failing. Lately he’s put a lot of pressure on himself to be a better person after he dropped outta college (long story there.) Dustin used to be a real dickhead. Like, a dickhead on a different plane of existence. He knows he was wrong for what he’d done to people in the past and just wants to be better.

Dustin also fears people leaving him. Certain things transpired that made him lose his original friend group from high school. Granted now he has a big squad that likes to smoke weed occasionally after they’re out til 2 AM doing nothing. But when he reconnects with THE MAIN BOYO KRIS who he was a total menace to waaaay back when, the two kinda reconcile. Dustin’s clingy (like how I mentioned Andy is) but he won’t outright say it. He likes to be around people and just desperately wants to be liked and seen as a friend.

Also, fuck clowns. Dustin hates clowns. I’m sure everyone saw It and all he did was curl in a ball and scream at everything.

What They Would Be Famous For: I’m not really sure. Dustin’s kinda just there. Not in a way that he’s boring but I don’t know if he’d do something that could make an everlasting impact on society. He’s hella good at skateboarding coz who the fuck doesn’t like a hyena who skateboards? That’s right, nOBODY-

COZ SKATEBOARDING IS HARD AND IF YOU CAN DO IT YOU’RE A COOL DUDE.

But yeah, not sure. I’d say if he were to be ‘famous’ it would be something in the same vein along skating or some shit. He did sports shit in high school but he wasn’t super serious about it.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Honestly, probably something stupid like getting pulled over and his friend (probably a rat stoner) has weed on him and he takes the blame for it coz he’s an idiot. This doesn’t happen but it wouldn’t surprise me if it did.

OC You Ship Them With: I don’t actually have anyone for him in a romantic sense yet. Kris joked that he used to think Dustin was cute even though Dustin was an asshole to him 24/7. But tbh I can’t even picture him with anyone romantically just coz he doesn’t seem like he’s ready for a romantic pursuit. Dustin’s more focused on making his life better and he doesn’t really wanna be tied down by something like that. 

But I’m sure he’ll find someone eventually.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Andy jokes about stabbing him with his pocket knife sometimes, but he doesn’t mean it. Dustin’s suspicious of it, though.

But otherwise, nah. Dustin’s too lovable once he’s apologized to you six hundred times.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He likes a bit of everything. Although not a movie, he thinks Death Note is the shit.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: He’s not too keen on the gazillions of superhero movies that come out (YES, I KNOW, A SHOCKER. RONNIE WRITES A CHARACTER WHO DOESN’T WANNA SHOVE EVERY MARVEL MOVIE STRAIGHT UP HIS BUTT THE SECOND IT’S ANNOUNCED.) Of course he still sees them but he doesn’t eat ‘em up like someone else *kriscozhe’sme* does.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s been skating since he was about ten. People always told him it’d be a thing he gave up on when he was older, but Dustin never gave it up. It’s a passion for him.

Also, like I said earlier, Dustin played a few sports in his lifetime. His former BFF basically dragged him into playing football and shit. He didn’t love it but he dealt with it for FOUR YEARS COZ HE’S A PUSHOVER.

It wasn’t too bad, though. But yeah, he’s more of a rebel than a saint so- fuck sports. Skate or die, bro.

Why Someone Might Love Them: In terms of in the universe, I think characters like him just coz he’s easily very lovable now. Like, his evolution from Grade-A Dickwad to The Guy Who Just Paid For My Coffee And Donuts For No Reason is a huge change for him. It’s not an act, either. He’s trying hard to be genuine. It comes off as fake but it’s really not. I promise.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: People hold grudges against Dustin for how he treated them in the past. Rude names, sometimes physical abuse. Nothing major like HE RIPPED MY LEG OFF AND BEAT ME WITH IT but just shit like shoving and pulling on this poor rat kid’s ears and shit. He was one’a those kids. We all know what I’m talking about.

Thing is I want my characters to be flawed. I don’t agree with him for this shit he pulled. It’s bad. But Dustin learns from his mistakes. He wants to be better, and if someone doesn’t forgive him, so be it. He knows he did them wrong and he doesn’t blame them for hating him to the very core even if he apologized a million times over.

Actually, it’s a funny story:

I knew a kid in high school named Austin just like this a year under me. He wasn’t really an ass to me at all but he was annoying as fuck. Loud, made dumb comments, sometimes was up in people’s faces talking MAD SHIT. And I just thought he was a FUCKING IDIOT.

Then my senior year I have a class with this bozo and he sits in front of me. And I’m like ‘fucking wonderful, I literally wanna slit my wrists and pour my blood in his hair’. And he fucking turns around and DEAD SERIOUS SAYS:

“Hey dude! What’s up?”

And he actually turned out to be pretty cool. We talked a bit and he always threw compliments and shit my way about my shirt or the ugly fuck that I was doodling on my paper.

I thought it was a crazy change, though. Took me off guard. I was wary that it was all an act. But I earned why Austin was such a different guy about six months later from a teacher there who told me that he once asked her about ‘why exactly people think I’m so annoying, I’m never that serious about the teasing and shit.”

And she said, “Austin, you can’t treat people like this even if to you it’s just a joke. A lot of kids have hard lives and to them it’s not just a joke.”

And boom. Instantaneous change.

Dustin had a wake up call like that and I’m debating on what exactly it was. There’s a few ideas but they’re all pointing to one thing:

It was something bad that made him stop being the worst person he could be.

Well shit, that took a different turn.

How They Change: Again, Dustin goes from a total assface to one of Kris’ BFF’s shockingly enough. The details are in the story, though. Don’t wanna write it all out on here.

Why You Love Them: Dustin was without a doubt my FAVORITE character to draw. I never drew a hyena character of my own before him (and Teefers of course helped with this). His ears are my favorite thing to draw.

I also like his progression as a character. It’s a nice redemption arc that isn’t super serious but it is poignant.

I also like his stupid dotted face. He’s a cute lil dude.

So yeah. That’s Dustin.

tldr; Dustin is a flawed skater hyena who just wants to be a good person. He hates clowns and just wants friends. Also, he loves root beer.

[piggiechi]

so you know how kaito got his character item from the video of miku singing Dear You and asking where he's been? thats essentially my hc for how he starts to love ice cream

i know mei doesnt get a chara item til the Miku Boom but i have a personal story thing for her too. sorry if youre on mobile & the readmore doesnt work!

miriam suggests something generic but representative of the newbies' new neighbors. like a knick-knack of something British. lola thinks they should get something practical. like fine china. leon says they should design a bouquet and cook a nice meal for the newbie to help them feel at more home

they argue about it all throughout the weeks before meiko's arrival. on that fateful november day, they are all at a convience store close to what will be the crypton mansion and start fighting over what to buy. miriam gets so sick of it and just buys a huge bottle of sake

lola is not too happy. she argues, "what if the newbie is underage?" so miriam says "Its for us then. We can always buy something later"

of course leon still buys some flowers. once they have all that, they enter the crypton house and wait (imagine that the crypton officials already put some basic furniture inside & gave the keys to lola upon request lol)

they wait long enough that leons able to cook a meal to test everything out. so eventually, they hear the doorknob jingle and meiko walks in. shes super surprised because she was told that the house would be empty, so she immediately asks "Who are you guys"

after some introductions & a rundown on what meikos going to be doing as a Vocaloid and such, leon gives mei the bouquet. i imagine it'd be a basic rose bouquet (according to leon red roses are fool proof) and they would joke about how coincidential that was

they ask if meiko is hungry and she says sure! but before that lola wanted to give her the gift

i imagine it goes like this:

lola: "We didnt know what you'd like so we just got this"

mei: "Sake?"

lola: "Oh, are you underage? See you guys, i warned you--"

mei: "No no! I'm old enough. It's just that I've never had it before. Is it good?"

miriam: "We bought it on a whim. So it'll be a first for all of us"

mei shrugs and says theyll just try it together then. so they lead her to the dining room to eat the meal & lola prepares all the drinks. its very nice and sweet and meiko ends up really liking it (though miriam and leon dont omg)

SO YEAH they welcomed her really well and they slept over with her for the week in the other rooms (that will eventually become the other cryptonloids rooms) just to keep her company and hang out with her. lola jokes that since she and meiko are the only ones who like sake, they could go drinking at a nice sake place sometime. and thats basically how the v1 friendship begins.

THIS IS A BIT LAME bc idk adult stuff like this but i think meiko would really cherish this memory with them? and just by habit she always gets sake when shes partying or whatever. i think she will make it tradition too to buy a nice fancy bottle for all the new adult loids just to welcome them like the v1s did for her ykno.

of course i dont think she has a problem or anything. meiko knows her limits but she just likes sake. she gets it as a gift a lot anyways so it just sticks! and when haku and luka come along, meiko and lola form a lil friendship where they all go do karaoke, watch over each other & go wine tasting and such. and even now meiko is still suuuper close to the v1 engloids. and she hangs out with them whenever the cryptonloids are away !

omg I really think too much about this stuff rip... i was gonna draw this out someday but it would be too long so here it is