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Almost all child prodigies are neurodivergent. Fight me.
Not all neurodivergent people are prodigies or savants, but basically all prodigies are neurodivergent.
You're telling me the kid who graduated Highschool at 12 is neurotypical? You're telling me this kid who was reading by 3 (hyperlexia) & has dedicated their life to a very specific, niche subject (special interest) is neurotypical? You're lying and in denial.
#text post#neurodivergent#autism#autistic#adhd#hyperlexia#child prodigy#gifted kid#I've seen a video about this 8 year old Highschool grad#and he tutors older kids#and at one point one of the older kids mentions how he's always dancing#then the camera pans to the boy obviously stimming.
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ŕż part one of my kinktober series! Hoshinaâs version can be found here! enjoy little bats!
ŕż master list link ⢠⢠⢠â FEM READER â
â ⏪ KINKS INCLUDED ŕż knotting, breeding, scent kink, biting/marking, fighting as foreplay, a/b/o dynamics, praise kink, mentions of blood, mentions of reader becoming pregnant.
â ŕź á ŕź short summary ŕź á ŕź â ⣠⣠⣠⣠Youâve danced around each other since you were kids. It didnât start as something romantic, no, it only developed into something more when you turned into teenagers. Once you both reached 21, itâs no secret who youâre deliriously hoping will pin you down during your first, and only, mating run.
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You were six the first time you heard Katsuki. Yes heard, not met.
You vividly recall how purple and blue chalk had stained your knees. That it had dusted the fraying hem of your jean shorts like snow as you scribbled pictures as fast as your chubby hands would allow. The concrete of your driveway was filled with your imagination when their car pulled into the house across the street.
Your ears had twitched and perked up when a car door slammed shut. But it was the furious shouting and growling of a small boy that captured the entirety of your attention. An answering warning snarl radiated from the woman standing before him and that piqued your interest even further.
You took a break from, what you would call your masterpiece, and tilted your head to the side as you spotted a young blonde boy with gravity defying spiky hair, close to you in age, stomping his foot, baring tiny canines, and pointing furiously at who you assumed was his mother. After all, he did look like the miniature version of her and her face was pinched with the same anger that he displayed.
You studied them curiously as they screamed at each other when a man with the same crazy hair stepped in between them to calm the situation. You startled suddenly, chalk slipping from your fingers when your mom called your name, and causing the blondeâs scowl to turn your direction instead. Unsure of what else to do, you raised your chalk covered hand and waved tentatively, a shy smile curling your lips and showing off your own premature fangs.
His frown rooted even deeper into his expression in response. Your sharp vision had allowed you to watch as his cheeks turned pink and splotchy from the unexpected attention you gave him. You grinned a bit wider and he abruptly raised his tiny hand to flip you off before spinning and storming towards his front door. His mother had choked on her next breath and screeched âKatsuki you little shit! Donât you have any manners?!â
His rude behavior shouldâve offended you, but instead it made you laugh so hard that your little belly started to cramp and your own face burned with delight. Safe to say you were, for lack of a better word, excited to get to know the new wolf that just moved in.
When your parents introduced you later on, you became fast friends. As brash and nasty as his attitude was, you were able to see the kinder side of him on occasion. You also couldnât deny that he was unfairly entertaining, even on his worst days.
You both shared similar interests, and he was so cool in your eyes that you were more enamored with him than the sticky mud you both used to make pies with after it rained. Not to mention he always smelled of caramel, which you loved. It reminded you of the first bite of freezing vanilla ice cream with warm caramel syrup drizzled on top.
As you got a bit older, you were allowed to start shifting together. As wolves youâd explore the dense forest behind your home every weekend when the moon was high in the sky. Youâd wrestle, playfully chasing and hunting rabbits until your paws hurt. Then youâd take a dip in the chilly creek until your fur hung heavy and was soaked through to the bone. They were, without a doubt, the best moments of your young life.
Reaching your teen years, however, wasâŚ.different. Your parents took great care and time to teach you about your secondary dynamic. About alphas, betas, omegas, how they all related to one another. About heats and ruts and mates. It was overwhelming at first, but it did help you make sense of the rapidly evolving feelings you were harboring for your best friend. Nevertheless, you continued to take on life side by side with Katsuki.
When you were 16, you presented as an omega. Katsuki was an alpha, and truly you couldnât even be surprised by the news. What you werenât expecting was just how intense your feelings got for him after that, how much more powerful and attractive his scent had turned. You were aware you were in love with him by that point, but once you both presented Katsuki wouldnât leave your side for a single second.
And then late one night he snuck into your bedroom through the window and confessed his feelings with a bright, rare blush of embarrassment on his face and kissed you until you couldnât breathe. Youâd been together ever since. That was five years ago, give or take.
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Mating runs are traditional for werewolves in your small home town. Once you reach 21, youâre able to participate in one to officially become part of a mated pair. It could be with someone who youâve only just met, someone from a long term relationship, or anyone in between.
Four times a year, during a full moon, the mating run takes place. It begins in the clearing at the edge of the forest just outside your town and ends at sunrise or once youâve been pinned down and knotted by your chosen mate. The omegas take off first, then the alphas shortly after.
The heart pumping thrill of being hunted is what pushes you at a breakneck pace now. The bite of autumn wind whips through your fur, but itâs lost to the heat of adrenaline. You dig your claws into the earth each time your paws make contact to send yourself full throttle even further into the forest. You made sure Katsuki was aware you wouldnât let him catch you so easily.
Seeing in the dark is an advantage, allowing you to dodge trees and jump over obstacles. The muscles in your hind legs clench and propel you over a decent sized log, which inadvertently lands you in a small creek. You create a decent splash on impact and pause only for a moment to get a much needed drink when a set of thundering paws echoes in the distance.
You huff irritably. You stopped for only few seconds, how the hell has Katsuki caught up to you already? You shouldâve known better than to assume you could rest at all. Once more you begin sprinting in the opposite direction of your soon to be mate.
Your pulse skyrockets and a yip of excitement escapes you before you manage to reign it in. Katsukiâs answering excited howl sends a shiver down your spine. Now, youâre able to catch stronger whiffs of singed caramel as he closes in. His scent only tinges burnt when heâs riled up.
You burst through a line of trees, skidding to a halt and kicking up dirt in a small field. You whip around to wait for him, panting harshly to catch your breath. Sure enough, within seconds, a huge sandy colored wolf explodes into the clearing, slowing to a trot and halting about 15 feet away.
Tail wagging vigorously, you press your front half to the forest floor, snarling playfully and snapping your jaws in invitation. Youâre ready to fight. Katsuki huffs in a way that mimics amused laughter and answers you with a deep rumble of his own, mirroring your position. You pretend youâre about pounce, but fake him out by twisting and taking off like a shot.
You only cover a pathetic few feet of ground when a bag of bricks hits your side, tackling you into the dirt with no mercy. The airâs knocked from your lungs when you land, and the two of you begin to roll as you try to end up on top. Katsuki snaps his teeth too close to your ear for comfort and you sneak your hind paws underneath to kick violently at his belly.
The push knocks his balance off center and you take advantage of the slight window to slip out from underneath him. Standing, you shake out your fur but then razor blade teeth close on your back leg and yank until you fall to the floor. A startled yelp rings free and you twist to the best of your ability to try and rip a chunk out of Katsukiâs fluffy ear.
Katsukiâs chest rumbles teasingly, dodging your retaliation, and spicy warm caramel floods your nose. Your furious growling tapers off into a whine the more the air fills with his scent. You tug your leg petulantly, but a warning snarl from Katsuki has you sinking into the forest floor in defeat.
Katsuki yips happily and releases you, allowing you to roll over and show him your belly as a sign that heâs caught you and of your trust in him. The ash blonde wolf shifts to hover over you and bends to gently to place his jaws around your throat, applying just enough pressure to spike your heart rate.
With practiced ease and only a minimal amount of pain, you shift until your fur is replaced by bare skin, damp grass tickling your back. Katsuki releases his hold and stares down at you, ruby eyes shining. Your lips curve into a smile and you reach up to pet the soft fur on his head and nose. Your mate licks your hand once, causing you to laugh, before joining you seconds later.
He rests his hands by your head instead of paws and straddles your naked waist. His cock is already partially filled out and resting on your stomach when he smirks down at you, an air of infuriating arrogance surrounding him.
âThought you were gonna make it difficult for me to catch you,â he teases with a husky tone, leaning down to mouth at the scent gland under your jaw. âYou taste so fuckinâ good baby, Iâm gonna to eat you alive.â
The noise Katsuki makes stands at the edge of a whine when he drags his tongue over your pulse point, dick twitching with interest. You moan softly, fingers threading through thick golden hair, and you bend your neck to expose even more skin to him.
âYeah,â you breathe, pride welling up in your chest as your eyes flutter shut. âI knew youâd catch me Katsuki. Youâre the strongest alpha after all, and youâre mine.â
Katsukiâs chest vibrates with approval, nipping harshly and sucking a mark into the hollow of your throat. It aches dully and you squeeze your thighs together, a feverish heat starting to consume you wholly.
âSuch a pretty girl, sweet fuckinâ omega, all for me yeah?â
âForever Katsuki,â you confirm. âIâm your omega, your mate until we die. So claim me the way we both want, please.â You tug desperately at his hair until his mouth is a hairâs width away from yours, gaze half lidded and starving.
It takes absolutely nothing else to bring the two of you into a sloppy, heated kiss. Your pussy clenches when one of his hands sneaks down to grab a handful of your tit, squeezing and pinching your nipple.
Your lips part and Katsuki eagerly pushes his warm tongue into your mouth. The rhythmic, slick glide has your lower half weeping for his attention. A molten type of heat burns low in your gut and your inner thighs have gone slippery as your mate works you up to an unbearable degree.
You suck on Katsukiâs tongue and his breath hitches before he releases it as a breathy moan, cock fully swollen and throbbing repeatedly. You squirm under him impatiently, noticing the precum gathering near your bellybutton. You trap the tip of his tongue between your teeth and bite mischievously.
He pulls back to glare halfheartedly at you, and the look on his face is blazing, pupils wildly dilated and cheeks flushed beyond compare. You can tell he wants to devour you and you need it just as badly. He chews his bottom lip, gaze trailing over your tits and flickering back to your face as your own cheeks burst into flames. Your blush is so violent it burns your eyes.
Katsuki starts shifting backwards until he can get between your thighs, brushing his lips down your sternum and sucking briefly on your nipple.
âIâm gonna eat this fuckinâ pussy, okay sweetheart?â He noses at your hip bone, stopping to inhale deeply at the crease of your thigh, groaning as his eyes shut. âThen Iâm gonna knot you and youâre not fuckinâ leavinâ until youâre full with my pups, you hear me?â He asks hotly.
Your head tilts to the sky with a whine, something like electricity running through your blood. You fist his hair and pull restlessly. âJesus Katsuki, stop fucking talking and do it.â
Katsuki laughs, voice full of amusement. âYouâre lucky I like when youâre bitchy.â
He doesnât waste another moment, parting the soft lips of your pussy by dragging his tongue upwards until he can circle your clit a few times. The next lick has you fighting for air, muscles jumping as your skull digs into the surface below. He repeats the action multiple times and then places the flat of his tongue on your swollen clit, shifting his head side to side.
The cry of his name gets stuck in your chest when sucks on your clit for the first time, the rolling wave of pleasure branching from your pelvis outwards. You canât take much more, the animalistic instinct in the back of your mind making it seem as if youâll die if you donât take his knot soon.
You push at his forehead, asking for his attention. âKatsuki, câmon, knot me already,â you plead to no avail. He pulls away by an inch and grins coyly at you.
âNah, youâre cumminâ like this because Iâm telling you to. Then Iâll knot ya, ya spoiled little princess.â
âAt least use your fingers then!â
âHell no! Youâre not cumminâ with anything inside you unless itâs my cock.â
Releasing his hair, you push up to your elbows and pout to help persuade your case, but he doesnât pay you any mind. Katsuki sinks his nails into your inner thighs and your brain fills with cotton when his tongue returns to play with your clit. His heavy lidded stare makes you shiver and the way he eats you out is so obscene you canât help but squeeze your eyes shut when you cum.
Katsuki lets his tongue spread you open and lazily gather every drop of your orgasm until his spit is all that remains. He raises up to sit on his heels, and the moonlight highlights the way his chin shines because of you. An intense pulse of affection accompanies the thought of how breathtaking your mate really is.
Katsuki smoothes his palms up your thighs, over your belly and trails them up your rib cage before coming back down to squeeze your hips. You shift to sit up and lean in to brush your lips gingerly with his and then Katsuki presses back into it even harder. Demanding fingers grip your jaw and break your kiss. Katsuki peers at you, smirking and rubbing a thumb over your jawline.
âTurn over,â he murmurs, tone smooth like whiskey. A thrill races through you at the command and in the blink of an eye your cheek is squished into the grass, elbows resting by your head, and your ass is high in the air, presenting for him like youâve wanted to all. damn. night.
The thick, blunt tip of Katsukiâs cock nudges against you, but he doesnât allow it to catch. You jolt in surprise when he slides over your the rim of your ass instead, toes curling with anticipation.
You whine loudly in protest and Katsuki croons softly to you, relaxing some of your tense muscles. He lets out a deep rumble of approval and places a hand on your tailbone to guide your hips backwards. Youâre panting when he finally slides halfway in, moaning in relief from the stretch.
âKatsuki.â
He hums distractedly, holding tight to your hips and rocking his hips shallowly until his cocks fit snug inside, balls pressed against you.
âI love you,â you manage to say, breath catching in your throat when he pulls his hips back and then thrusts back in fluidly.
âI love you, more than anything,â Katsuki promises, tone so sincere you have to shut your eyes in the face of it. He knocks your knees further apart, curling over your back and searches for your hands. His long fingers lace through yours and your spine curves even deeper as he pins you in place.
Thereâs not much talking after that. Youâre too focused on the delicious drag of his cock in and out of your pussy, carving out a space made just for him. He fits inside you perfectly and goosebumps litter your skin each time he makes you remember. Sweat beads swiftly in the valley of your breasts and dirt paints your cheek as you rock with each of Katsukiâs deliberate thrusts.
You scent must be suffocating him because heâs sniffing the back of your neck and whining every other breath. Itâs all the same to you because youâre drowning in caramel and the sound of your mateâs hips bouncing frantically off your ass is quite literally the loudest noise surrounding you.
Your gut clenches tight, tight, tight and youâre so close you canât fucking stand it.
âYouâre gonna make me cum! Knot me Katsuki, please!â You manage to untangle one of your hands and reach backwards to push at his stomach, the muscles straining and rolling under your touch.
He moves with you easily and snickers in your ear. Warm breath tickles your nape and your gums start to ache, the omegan urge to tear into his neck and claim him mercilessly grows stronger by the second.
âYeah? Think your pretty little pussy is ready for my knot sweetheart?â Katsuki huffs between words and then out of nowhere heâs unsticking himself from your back and settling on his calves, cocking slipping free. Youâre furious, glaring at him over your shoulder and curling your lip into a snarl.
âWhat the hell Katsuki!â You whip around to face him fully and shove at his chest. Katsuki rolls his eyes and snags your wrist, yanking you forward so you have to catch yourself on his shoulders. He grabs your waist and forces you to walk on your knees until youâre hovering over his lap.
âIâve been waitinâ for this fuckinâ moment my entire life. Thereâs no way in hell Iâm knottinâ you without being able to see the sweet expressions youâre gonna make.â
Your eyes widen and your lips part slightly, but before you can answer heâs applying pressure to your hips and helping you sink back down onto his still stiff dick. You moan his name, pressing your sweaty forehead to his and huffing hotly against his mouth.
True to his words, his knotâs begun to swell. It presses against your pussy, begging to pop inside each time you sit down. You ride him roughly, nails sharpening into claws without your permission and breaking the skin on your mates shoulders. Katsuki inhales sharply and howls briefly in excitement.
His canines start to stretch even longer and, with a burst of caramel scent so thick you can taste it, he bullies you down onto his knot. It burns, but the coil thatâs been building steadily in your gut breaks then, flooding your limbs with heat.
You all but sob as you cum, claws carving into the base of his skull as he surges forward and sinks his teeth into the mating gland at the junction of your neck and shoulder. Your wail is earsplitting when Katsuki digs those razor like teeth in even harder. His cock throbs, filling you with hot, sticky cum. It rips another orgasm out of you, pussy absolutely choking his knot.
âKatsuki let go!â Youâre thrashing, speaking through gritted teeth. âI need to bite you, please!â Your voice is hoarse and wrecked, rising anxiously as you struggle to get free. His scent is so potent itâs making you dizzy.
Your mate groans lowly, finally unhinging his jaw with a heavy purr rattling throughout his chest and tightly grips the base of your neck. Blood trickles down his chin and he shoves your face into his throat, unable to give a single fuck about anything else but being claimed by you.
âBite me, omega. Make me your mate.â
You moan deliriously, eyes stinging with relief as your teeth cut through his skin like butter and pierce his mating glad, a metallic and overwhelmingly caramel taste floods your mouth.
Katsukiâs cock kicks yet again and he growls hotly, locking his arms around your waist to still your squirming. The muscle in your jaw flexes, allowing your teeth to sink in deeper and his growl abruptly cuts off into a high pitched whimper.
Your mateâs chest heaves from the toll your bite is taking, and you release your jaw unhurriedly to draw it out for as long as heâll allow. You lick over the wound a few times to help cease the blood flow and Katsuki shivers. Gingerly he shifts your arms up to wrap around his neck and he instructs you to hang on.
He delicately lowers the two of you to the ground, resting on his back so his chest becomes a cushion for your exhausted body while you wait for his knot to go down.
âThatâs right, such a good girl. You take my knot so fuckinâ well, youâre incredible. You look stunning with my bite,â Katsuki praises, chest rumbling gently. The soothing sensation of it starts to make you drowsy. He rubs your back lazily as he speaks and you both start to come down from the high.
You purr delightedly, unable to resist teasing him even as your eyes get droopy. Your heartâs complete now. âYou look even more gorgeous with my bite, Katsuki.â
He scoffs, pinching your hip playfully, and you purposefully clench around his knot in response. It rips a startled gasp from him and you giggle.
âI have a fuckinâ tease for a mate,â he sulks, letting his head thump onto the dirt floor below. You sound unbearably smug when you reply.
âYeah well, you better get used to it baby. Youâre stuck with me forever now, whether you want to or not.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever. I wouldnât want any other omega in the fuckinâ world anyways, idiot.â
About a month later, when you tell Katsuki youâre pregnant, the corners of his eyes crinkle as he grins proudly, saying âtold ya you werenât leaving that clearing until you were knocked up with my pups.â
#bakugou x reader#bakugou smut#bakugou katsuki smut#bakugou katsuki x reader#kinktober 2024#kinktober#werewolf x reader#bakugou katsuki#mha x reader#mha kinktober#mha smut#bakugou headcanons
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that finale made me so emotional. i cried at all of their scenes in Ankarna's realm. anyway, here's some bad kids senior year head canons.
Kristen: Her wish for a sister is filled by Bucky, crying in her room late at night and praying together. After talking to Jawbone they learn that there are grounds to remove Bricker and Cork from their parents' home. Kristen is the only one given the option of emancipation--instead, she asks Jawbone to adopt her as well.
She falls back onto old patterns with Tracker. But they're a little older and wiser, so they see it happening and take a step back. Not a break up, but a readjustment. With her academics finally not reliant on deadlines, Kristen dedicates herself to her pantheon. They work with Lucy to bring Ruvina back to her sister, and Kristen finds herself in awe of the dedication she sees.
Fig: She puts all her time into the Bottomless Pit, something it desperately needs. Often she tells Sandra-Lynn she's sleeping at Gilear's, and vice versa, and stays with Ayda instead. On her 18th birthday her parents sit her down and explain that she can live with Ayda officially, if she wants to. Just as long as she remembers she'll always have a room with both of them.
She brings Sandra-Lynn on Complicated Women, first to interview, and then as a permanent guest host. They talk about womanhood as something living and changing and queer and complicated. It's her mom who encourages her when Lola Embers drops Ruben. They rally all the rock-hating souls and cordon off part of the recording studio. Fig never goes in there, but from what she's heard, his music has gotten better in the absence of Kipperlilly's judgement.
Fabian: Somehow, he ends up being the one to train the new dog. The Hangman is jealous to a ridiculous degree, so he spends a lot of time managing that. He starts looking into a sea-worthy vessel for after graduation, spends hours at the Compass Points Library learning how to navigate. Learning sea shanties is part of all that, of course, and has nothing to do with the way his baby sibling stares at him while he practices.
Mazey teaches dance to kids while he finishes school. She's so kind it almost hurts, and Fabian has no choice but to learn to accept love. He "lets" Gorgug skip Bloodrush under the condition of weekly movie nights, which only sometimes are expanded to the rest of the Bad Kids. The radio in his room crackle to life sometimes, with little messages from Bill when he's close enough to the material plane.
Riz: Appointed as vice president, he quits all but the AV club. He makes a bedtime pact with Sklonda, and for the first time in a very long time, they are both getting enough sleep. Someone mentions ace and aro identities to him, and he's awake enough for it click.
He finds a new scholarship for Aguefort students, and it looks scam-y so he does some investigating. It easily traces right back to Seacaster gold and Fabian. He's thankful for the cover and accepts the money with an understanding that they won't talk about it. He doesn't check, but the scholarship is offered every year after that.
Adaine: She spends the summer with Aelwyn tracking down their mom. She doesn't need revenge, but she needs to know her mom will never hurt anyone ever again. She feels Ankarna in the hot sun and wonders if that's the difference between revenge and justice. They take the long way back to Solace, the Hand-van paddling across the ocean.
When school starts, she works with Kristen to turn her inheritance into resources. Student who can pay for some of their components still do, but everyone gets what they need to learn. On the first day of class, she's asked about her summer prophecies, and tells off Tiberia for relying on her for lessons.
Gorgug: His senior year MCAT is signed on the first day by Lydia, who's teaching barbarian classes for the year. She gives him permission for independent study, and Henry gives him a shop key so he can do classwork whenever he wants. The rest of his time is spent perfecting Barbificer skills and creating a program to run at Aguefort the next year.
Mary Ann offers her quokky pet skills to help remodel his homonculous. The result is much cuter and more functional than before. She still names her highest level pet Cloaca in honor of the original, much to Gorgug's chagrin.
After graduation, the Bad Kids move in trios and pairs, and they always reconvene on the Summer Solstice, the anniversary of Ankarna's resurrection.
Kristen splits her time between Solace and Fallinel and Mountains of Chaos, the places where temples to her pantheon stand. Adaine and Riz rent an apartment in Bastion City, where they both continue school. Gorgug stays in Elmville, teaching at Aguefort and working on the side to start his own school. Fabian takes to the sea, bringing Fig and Ayda and Mazey with him.
They save the world again, a few times, but only when they want to.
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#kristen applebees#fig faeth#adaine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#riz gukgak#fabian seacaster#the bad kids#fantasy high headcanons
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Pup Code (18+)
(SEQUEL TO GIRL CODE. Y/N IS NOT THE SAME PERSON)
pairing: college!mingyu x college!reader
genre: college au, smut (MDNI), fluff, crack
description: mingyu doesn't have crushes. he likes avril lavigne and sometimes he fucks pretty girls. but you seem to stir something in him that no one else can. without the trusty girl code, mingyu makes his own code to help you fall in love with him.
warnings: kindddaaa bad writing tihi, service top!mingyu, dom!mingyu, sub!reader ish, size kink (reader is mentioned several times to be smaller than mingyu and several key interactions are based on this fact), oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (dont do it guys...), praise (f. receiving), slight possessiveness?, mingu is soooo in love with y/n, he just wants to make her cum forever :( hes a total dork
quotes from my creative director (@joshibambi): "fuck realistic portrayals of sex with men. im very content with getting exposed to this", "men like this DONT exist",
wordcount: 5.7k
a/n: im back and i think ive regained my ability to write. thank u 2 @ryusha-rose for the amazing name for this fic, it ended up becoming a bigger part of the plot, so thank u sm to them tihihihi
This could not be happening.
Forever boring and bland, his friends had opted out of the party, and Mingyu stayed behind alone. Or not alone. He almost wished he were alone, because almost any company (even none!) was better than sitting across from the two idiots before him.
âTruth or dare, Mingyu!â Josh laughed smugly, and Jeonghan held his hand over his mouth, leaning into him. âOhhhh, truth or dare!âÂ
Mingyu had been down this road before. There was no winning in this scenario, Josh and Jeonghan always attempting to pry embarrassing information from him.Â
The party had settled down into a low hum. Most people were going home, either humping against another anonymous body as they stumbled out, or walking alone, jacket slung over their arm. There was no reason to stay, really, and torture himself with this circle of hell. Except, of course, for you.
âI donât wanna do the chicken dance again, so Iâm gonna go with truth,â Mingyu pursed his lips, determined to not act a fool in front of you.
Heâd always been vaguely aware of you, but tonight had been his first time really sitting down with you. Contrary to your two best friends, you were cool and charming, and you didnât seem like you wanted to embarrass him. This was already gaining you Mingyu-points, but he was absolutely taken aback by your humor and your smile and he, giddily, found himself liking you.Â
Mingyu didnât usually like people - not like he had always liked Avril Lavigne (there was a poster commemorating that crush in his dorm room) - so this felt big. He was nervous, hands clammy as they slid down his jeans.Â
âTell us about your first time,â Joshua asked innocently, mischief given away by how the older man cackled and slapped his arm. You watched in amusement, eyes flickering over to him, lashes coming over them in long, black lengths. He struggled to breathe when you held his eyes, so he sucked in a breath and looked at the floor, blushing. Damn it, he was already making a fool of himself.
âThatâs so rude, Josh!â you said and threw a random chip at him. It hit him on the cheek and he groaned, face scrunching up in disgust. âAsk him something nicer.âÂ
âYouâre so boring, Y/n.âÂ
Mingyu looked at you gratefully and you returned a warm smile to him.
âYuck!â Jeonghan quacked from his seat between you and Josh. âYou guys get a room! I canât believe I let this stupid kidsâ game take away from my boning.âÂ
âYouâre so gross!â you groaned.Â
âJosh was gonna hook me up with this girl from his class, dude,â Jeonghan continued complaining, forever going on about his âsexual conquestsâ. âNow Iâm sitting with you dorks and you wonât even let us bully Mingyu.â
âMingyuâs nice, you guys are just assholes,â you said, gesturing towards Mingyu with your beer. Mingyu was horrified.
Now was the time. Now was the moment to return the compliment; to say anything that might flatter you and defend you from the crooks that you apparently spent your time with.Â
Now, this was a bit embarrassing for Mingyu. He had recently been adopted by a female friend group - some might even call him one of the girls, but alas! - so one would think he knew all about girls and how to approach them. The truth was, Mingyu was clueless. Beyond his daydreams of Avril Lavigne, and a few casual flings here and there, he had never actually been put in this situation.Â
Mingyu thought about his girl-friends, thought about their advice and their critiques, and he knew. He knew it would frankly disappoint them if he came to them with no expertise, nothing learned from the countless girlsâ nights. Therefore, he had to take matters into his own hands.Â
âT-Thanks,â Mingu stuttered, lisping across the word. âY-Youâre also great.âÂ
Fuck, he was an idiot.Â
You grinned at him and the sight of your beautiful smile, your shining skin and your gently falling hair was almost enough for him to miss how Josh and Jeonghan were lifting themselves off the floor in disgusted groans.Â
âAlright, time to go. Shoo now, back to your dorms. Peasants.â _____________________________
Mingyu didnât need his girl-friends.Â
He repeated this in his head for days, like a spiritual mantra, and maybe, he hoped, maybe he would start believing it. You and him had one mutual class and he counted down the days before he could swoop in and talk to you casually, flirtatiously, and seductively.Â
With the absence of the very helpful girl code (it had certainly helped his friend, Jihoon, with his crush!) Mingyu discovered and consulted a new code. Mingyu code.Â
He spent his days diligently writing down his own best advice. Some rules were more helpful than others.
âMingyu code rule 3: always wash your hands after a shower,â he hummed to himself with a small, satisfied smile, while scrubbing his hands in the steamed up bathroom.Â
âMingyu code rule 12: go on bike rides frequently for a better jawline!â he panted, hunched over his bike, and pedalling through the nearby park in the beating sun.Â
Now, Mingyu was mumbling all of his new-found rules to himself, books pressed into his chest, while he approached you in class. It was the middle of the day, and the class hadnât started yet, people still filing in from the halls. Thankfully, you were sitting alone on your phone, both Jeonghan and Joshua nowhere to be seen. The universe was working with him.
But he was still sweaty and nervous and breathing unevenly when he finally reached you. Remember the code, he reminded himself, remember to be cool and calm.
âHey...â he whispered, and then, louder: âHey.âÂ
You looked up from your phone, smiling brightly when you saw him. For such a huge man, you realized he could look quite small.Â
âHey, Mingyu!â you said cheerfully, settling your phone down on the table before you. He shuffled to sit down next to you, jacket rustling against the wood. Your seat was near the back, so the hall felt great and wide, and a little bit like an audience to his fumbling.Â
Rule 14, he remembered sneakily, always wear a jacket, so girls (Y/n) will marvel at your muscles when you take it off!Â
Mingyu moved to take off his jacket, eyeing you as he did so, in what he certainly thought was a sultry and sexy look. You blinked back up at him, smiling.
Oh shit.Â
Something was caught on- on something! Stuck with the jacket halfway down his arm, Mingyu began struggling and writhing in it, warmth spreading across his cheeks. You smiled at him fondly, biting back a chuckle.Â
âDo you need help?â you asked. âNo- No, I got it, uh-â
You moved to help anyway, tugging a corner of the jacket off the design of the chair, and he stared at you widely, because you were suddenly so close to him and so cool and calm and pretty, and your fingers danced along his skin. He breathed out a heavy sigh when it finally slid off his arms, furrowing his brows in embarrassment.
âYouâre clumsy, huh?â you teased, settling back in your seat and Mingyu chuckled dryly.Â
âYou donât know the half of it,â he murmured, and to his delight and surprise, you laughed. You had a loud laugh. It ripped itself from your throat and bounced off the walls of the classroom. He smiled proudly at how your face contorted in joy.Â
âYouâre funny, Gyu,â you said, stilling finally and he swore his heart galloped in his chest at the nickname. You were so pretty and so sweet, and he wanted to hug you so bad. He grinned, then looked around the room.
âWhere are Joshua and Jeonghan?âÂ
âGod knows,â you snorted. âI think theyâre poisoning the water supply of some third world country, but I could be wrong.âÂ
It was Mingyuâs turn to laugh, and how couldnât he? Because you were so smart and so gorgeous, and he truly didnât understand how he was smitten by you so fast. There was something humbling about spending all his freetime scrolling through Instagram photos and giggling when you smiled prettily at the camera.Â
Next step in Mingyu code was a little tip heâd borrowed from the countless renditions and repeats of the âJihoon storyâ; a heartfelt confession.
Wait a minute. Was he skipping a few steps? Surely- Oh yeah, he definitely was. He couldnât help but want to skip to cuddling, but going from step one to seven was maybe a bit of a stretch. Jogging his brain for his ultimate âconfession for Y/nâ gameplan, Mingyu didnât even notice the lull in the conversation, while he stared at you with furrowed brows and a pout.
âSo, uh,â you began awkwardly, and Mingyu finally snapped out of his daze. Shit, he was being a dork again. âYou coming to the party on Friday?âÂ
âOh, yeah. Yeah, Iâll be there. Jusâ.. Love partying.â
There was no salvaging this.
âAlright,â you giggled, confused, and finally turned your eyes to the board when the professor began speaking.
Friday, he thought, gulping down the shame. Friday I make some serious moves. _____________________________
Mingyu was not making serious moves. In fact, he wasnât making any moves at all.
Heâd never felt more strange, standing on the edge of the dancefloor and bending his knees awkwardly to the rhythm of the music. His limbs were mile long stretches and they swung uselessly around him. He looked almost lost, but, of course, it was only Soonyoungâs house.Â
âYou okay, man?â Wonwoo, his roommate, padded up beside him, eyeing him warily through the lens of his glasses. âAre you on something?âÂ
âNo, Iâm not on something!â Mingyu huffed, stopping his frankly pathetic dance moves and looking directly at the man before him. âI just⌠You know that girl Josh and Jeonghan are always hanging out with?âÂ
Wonwoo nodded.
âI kind of.. Really.. Like her.â
âWhat?!â Wonwoo exclaimed, completely forgoing his drink to look at Mingyu in bewilderment. âYou havenât liked anyone since Avril Lavigne!âÂ
âI know! But this girlâs just really smart and cool and funny,â Mingyu smiled shyly, eyeing you where you sat with Josh and Jeonghan, as well as two girls he didnât recognize - oh, wait, no, Jeonghan and one of the girls were leaving together. Just you, Josh and the blonde then. Wait, no, now Josh was leaving with the blonde. Just you.
Wonwoo saw how Mingyuâs eyes brightened with opportunity and he smiled beneath the rim of his plastic cup.
âWait! Wonwoo! You can wingman me!â Mingyu exclaimed suddenly, hoping the older manâs presence might ease the interaction.Â
âWhat? No!â Wonwoo grimaced.
âWhy not?â
âYou donât deserve my services, Mingyu! Not after what you did to me!âÂ
âWeâve talked about this, the Jihoon-story is a very sweet thing and you should be happy to have been a part of it-âÂ
âIâm talking about the other time. Or the other-other time!â
Mingyu slumped, a pout on his pink lips. Wonwoo softened, but stayed steadfast nonetheless.
âListen, just go talk to her. I have a girl waiting for me upstairs, I just wanted to see if you were okay,â the older man said softly, patting his shoulder while a drink was clutched in his other hand, liquid dancing against the cup-walls when he wafted his hand.
âI would be more okay if you wing-manned me-âÂ
âAlright, thatâs enough,â Wonwoo murmured, walking away towards the stairs. Mingyu sighed and looked over at you. You were chewing your lip, face lit by the screen of your phone.Â
âMingyu code rule 17: Confidence is key. Confidence is sexy,â Mingyu reminded himself, squeezing his eyes shut and beginning to walk over to you. âYouâre hot, Mingyu. You have big muscles and a pretty face.â
Mingyu couldâve almost convinced himself, but when he opened his eyes, legs mindlessly padding closer to you, you were so pretty and so intoxicating, he faltered completely.Â
âH-Hi,â he stammered, brows immediately pulling up in disdain at himself. You looked up and smiled immediately, face shining bright. âHi, Gyu! Come sit down with me!âÂ
He nodded dumbly, and squeezed in beside you. His muscly arms were pressed into himself and leaning on his thighs, and he tried to compose his features into something sexy and sultry, when he turned to look at you. You smiled in a sort of knowing way that had Mingyu dropping his face immediately.Â
âYou enjoying the party?â he rasped, turning to look out at the crowd. You pursed your lips and looked at it with him. âNot sure. Itâs kind of boring and Josh and Jeonghan just left.âÂ
âYeah, I saw,â he sighed, then widened his eyes. Oh God, he thought, what if you thought he was a total creep - a creepster - staring at you from across the room all creepily. âNot that I- I wasnât- I just saw it, like, casually across the roo-âÂ
âMingyu, do you want to take me out on a date?âÂ
Huh?
âHuh?âÂ
Mingyu didnât know if he was hearing that right. The words had come so naturally and so casually from your mouth, and now you were staring at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips, and waiting expectantly for him to answer.Â
âDo you want to take me out on a date?â you repeated, shrugging your shoulders, as if it were just the weather. Mingyu stared at you with whole, wide eyes, and swallowed hard. Clammy hands gripped his knees.
âYeah,â he breathed, laughing awkwardly. His mouth was so dry and his heartbeat was almost painful in his chest, although the tensions were eased when smiled sympathetically. âI mean- if you want to-âÂ
âI want to go on a date with you too, Mingyu,â you reassured, smiling even wider when his lips mimicked your own.Â
âOh my God, okay, so, I was thinking Olive Garden-â Mingyu giggled, and his pure expression of joy was infectious, genuinely making your heart soar, as this huge, muscly man bounced on the couch cushions. He cut himself off halfway, narrowing his eyes. âWait, wait, how did you know?âÂ
âHow did I know what?â you frowned.
âThat I like you?âÂ
Your immediate reaction was to snort. This only confused Mingyu further, so you elected to respond truthfully: âMingyu, you always look at me so longingly, seriously-â
âThat- those were sexy faces!â he pouted.Â
âNo, they were longing and tender. Like pull-apart meat. And then sometimes you do the- the Zoolander face-âÂ
âIâve never done the Zoolander face in my life!âÂ
âAnd all your moves are so obvious, Gyu,â you watched how he slumped at those comments, a little, pitiful pout on his lips, all deflated like a puppy. You reached a hand over to caress his arm, warm and hard with muscle under your fingertips. Mingyu immediately leaned into your touch, pout being replaced with a small goofy smile. âIt was very endearing, though. Youâre very cute.âÂ
âI was going for sexy,â Mingyu said, mood lifted at your compliment, but still a little pouty.
âThen go sexy on our date,â you squeezed his bicep in your hand and he perked up. âNow that you know I like you too.âÂ
Hearing those words, that admission, Mingyu smiled to himself.Â
Mingyu Code; he truly was genius. _____________________________
âSo no Olive Garden?â you quipped, standing outside of a more upscale restaurant - candlelit and warm and Italian. Mingyu shook his head. Heâd thought Olive Garden would woo any girl, but after triumphantly boasting to his girl-friends (mothers), that heâd gotten a date with a girl he liked, heâd been nothing but scolded by the restaurant choice (âA girl wants to feel pampered! Olive Garden is for post-6-month-relationships!â Yeri had squawked).Â
âNot until in six months,â Mingyu said, shrugging when you lifted a brow in question. Cars were bustling past where you were standing on the sidewalk. Grass sprouted from the cracks in the cement and people idled past where the two of you were facing each other, your head craning up to his. âWanna go inside?â he asked.
Mingyu had become more at ease, following your admission. You liked him too, he tried to remember, whenever the butterflies batting around his curving ribcage became too much. And it was becoming too much now, with how your lips spread in a smile and you nodded at him.
You walked in, hand in hand. The tables were fine, polished wood and there was a slightly-stained, white tablecloth draped over the rounded surface of the table. Sneakily, Mingyu nudged some salt and pepper shakers over the yellow splotches on the fabric, hoping you wouldnât notice, and that youâd feel pampered. You were busy looking at the menu.Â
Mingyu asked about everything - not because of Girl Code or Mingyu Code or whatever other bullshit way to woo a woman. No, he asked because he was sincerely and utterly interested in you, what made you you, what habits you got from your childhood, what made you choose your major, how you knew Josh and Jeonghan. You were so beautiful in the light of the restaurant, but more importantly, you were the most infatuating individual Mingyu had ever laid his eyes on. Maybe even more so than Avril Lavigne.Â
You got to talking about Mingyu Code.Â
âWell, it was because of my friends. They have Girl Code, right?âÂ
âYeah, thatâs Godâs rules,â you hummed, sipping on a soda.Â
âMhm, and my friend followed Girl Code and he got with this girl he really liked.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âBut I decided to make Mingyu Code. Which is about being sexy and charming.âÂ
âYou were none of those things,â you teased, but Mingyu had gained confidence and he leaned back in his seat with a smirk, stretching out his arms, as if gesturing to the restaurant.Â
âWell, I beg to differ. Youâre here now, arenât you?âÂ
âI suppose I am,â you smiled, admitting defeat. âAlthough I donât think you were following Mingyu Code.âÂ
âYes, I was, I made it. Iâm the founder of that shit,â Mingyu grimaced.
âWell, if Mingyu Code is about being sexy, then you definitely accidentally followed some other code.â
âWha-â
âPuppy code. Youâre like a big, clumsy puppy. Yeah,â you nodded to yourself, satisfied with your new name for Mingyuâs terrible, horrible guide to wooing you. âPup Code.âÂ
âWhy does everyone call me that?â Mingyu whined, crossing his arms and pouting. Your plates were empty and streaks of cream sauce sludged up the sides of the porcelain.Â
âYou give off major himbo vibes,â you said.
âIâm smart, though,â Mingyu huffed. You smiled fondly at his bratty expression.Â
âI know you are.âÂ
Mingyu caught your eye and caught the sincerity in them, and it made his whole body ache and flutter. You liked him too, it was clear and not something Mingyu had to tell himself, it was right there, right behind your retina, twinkling at him.Â
âDo you wanna..?â Mingyu trailed off, pointing his thumb to the door. You pursed your lips.
âWhat if I wanna take it slow?â You asked, and it was almost adorable how Mingyuâs eyes widened and he shook his head vehemently and seriously.Â
âThatâs okay! We can- we can totally do that,â he said decidedly, as if it werenât a bother at all (because it wasnât).Â
âOkay,â you nodded, letting go of your now finished drink. âBut if I want you to take me to your room right now and fuck me?â
Mingyu whipped his head to yours, the way a door bursts open. You saw him swallow, throat dry and heavy, and biting his lip.
âThat- That would be okay, too,â Mingyu said shakily, blushing furiously. Images flashed his mind of you in less-than-sacred scenarios, and he squeezed his eyes shut to ward them away.Â
âOkay, then letâs go,â you shrugged nonchalantly.Â
âTo my room?â He almost couldnât believe it.
âYes.âÂ
âOkay, fuck, let me just pay.â
Mingyu didnât think heâd ever paid and left a restaurant so fast, and he was enamored with you enough to completely skip the step where he contemplated whether or not the staff secretly hated him. You and him walked hand in hand, as he practically dragged you through the street back to the dorms, his long legs working faster and more efficiently than your own. You half wanted to complain at the brutal pace, but you couldnât lie. You needed him just as much as he needed you. And he knew that too.Â
Thankfully the restaurant wasnât too far from the dorms, and Mingyu had frantically texted Wonwoo to âget out or heâd be squirted with semenâ (a threat that Wonwoo didnât need to hear twice!), so after ten minutes and some sore legs on your part, Mingyu and you scrambled into his room.
Mingyu liked the privacy, you realized, because it wasnât until the door was closed, and you both were sealed away in the Mingyu-zone, that he finally walked up to you, hands finding your waist with a confidence you didnât think possible for him.
âCan I kiss you now?â he whispered, somewhat out of breath from the climb up the stairs. You smiled at him. âIâd be mad if you didnât.âÂ
And then he pounced. His plush lips were soft and well-moisturized, and his annoying, perfect nose brushed against yours; in fact his whole stupidly gorgeous face was pressed into yours, as your lips thrummed together, and you were conjoined into one being by the lips.Â
His hands ran up and down your sides, finally taking hold firmly, only to pull you into his lap when he settled on the edge of his bed. You straddled his lap, as your lips danced, his tongue peeking out to enter your mouth. You moaned gratefully. Involuntarily, your hips rolled into his, and the jolt reverberated all the way up to his lips where he cried out and panted against your mouth.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he said in between heated kisses.Â
âSo are you,â you said. He pulled away and smiled up at you, and he was truly worthy of the puppy-title, because his grin was so goofy and his eyes twinkled and he was so warm against you, it almost hurt.Â
Carefully, he pressed a kiss to the valley of your breasts over your t-shirt, looking up at you with wide, brown eyes. âCan I eat you out?âÂ
The way he said it like he was completely and totally enamored with you (he was), like it was in this very moment of sitting on his lip and running your hands up his huge arms, that he was falling in love with you (it was), almost made you bashful. Your smile, usually cheeky and teasing, came small and shy.Â
âYeah, I-I wouldnât mind that at all,â you responded, cursing at yourself for letting your confidence falter. However joy spread on Mingyuâs face like the ever-expanding universe spreads into endless empty space, because for once the tables were turned, and you were right underneath his hands, and he was flustering you.Â
It had him pushing you onto his bed, head falling into the depths of his pillow, and working at your skirt to shimmy it down your legs. You lifted your hips in help and soon enough that and your shirt was discarded on the floor. Mingyu, with his black tee and his big arms and his sweetest-hottest face on Earth, settled between your legs with a dumb grin.Â
âI canât believe-â he cut himself off with a satisfied sigh, staring at your pussy. You were pushing yourself up by your arms, looking at the man-child between your legs just staring at your core as if it were his most prized possession. âI-I canât believe I get to have you like this. I canât believe youâre mine.â
Mingyuâs face fell (it was almost comical), and his eyes snapped up to yours. âWait, are you mine? You are mine, right?âÂ
You giggled fondly. âYeah, Iâm yours, Mingyu.âÂ
Mingyuâs grin returned immediately and he nodded happily, eyes turning back to your pussy.Â
âItâs so pretty,â he sighed, fangs poking out where his smile ended. One finger ran through your folds, wet from the making out and all the heated stares from lovedumb Mingyu. You whined a little at the pressure when his finger reached your clit. He was so close you could feel him panting against it.Â
âMingyu, please, stop staring at it, and do something,â you cried and Mingyu pursed his lips and nodded. âRight, yeah, sorry.âÂ
And then he dived in.Â
His nose pressed into your clit as soon as he pushed his head in, tongue stuck out to lick at your folds. Your hands flew to his hair, a desperate moan leaving you. It was a little embarrassing how loud he was, huffing and puffing at your pussy, but you couldnât complain when his tongue traced up from your hole to your clit, lips wrapping around it.Â
âA-Aah, M-Mingyu-â you cried and pushed his head further into your core, while your hips canted off the mattress. The press of his nose was amazing, and his breaths danced across your nerves. âS-Shit, that feels so good.âÂ
Mingyu was totally lost in you though. Your taste on his tongue, your soft thighs underneath his hands where he pushed you apart, your moans, and the desperation in your movements. The fact that you were so catty and witty, but with a few flicks of his tongue, your facade fell and you became a whiny, desperate mess, begging for him. And he loved to give it to you. He loved that you felt good, he loved being the one to make you feel good. Lapping and panting into your pussy, Mingyu started to think he didnât ever need to leave. You could just feel good forever! The logic was flawless.
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â you cried and you came on his tongue, cum seeping out of your sopping pussy. Mingyu, strong and tan and shiny Mingyu, didnât stop though. Too enchanted by your soft moans and your nail in his roots, and your juices on his lips, he kept at it, tongue-fucking you to slurp up the cum.Â
âM-Mingyu-â you whimpered softly, and his only response was a grunt, and one hand sliding off your thighs to prod at your entrance. âM-Mingyu, I-I already came!â you cried, more insistent.Â
âYou can cum again,â he mumbled gruffly, two fingers pushing into you. The feeling was so intense your voice became strangled and your chest pushed off his bed.
âJust say if you wanna stop, then Iâll stop,â his tone was almost challenging, as he pulled his face away from your dripping pussy and his fingers stilled inside you to give you a chance to answer. You looked down at him, panting, as he waited expectantly. Your âstopâ didnât come.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â Mingyu grinned again, and God, this time it was sexy; not endearing, not awkward, not clumsy. It was so incredibly hot and he dived right back to your pussy, tongue swaddling your folds and fingers beginning to pump in and out.Â
Your clit grinded against his face, slick smearing all over him, but he didnât seem to care one bit, your cum on his cheek and two fingers working inside you, curling into your g-spot. âCum again,â he gasped in between sucking on your clit with pointed lips. âCum again, I wanna hear it again. You sounded so pretty, please, cum again. On my fingers now.âÂ
And he was rambling for sure, but it was working for you, because for the second time that night, a knot tightened in your belly and the string were pulled tighter and tighter with each lick and suck, and eventually it snapped, and your whole body spasmed and your pussy pulsated around his thick fingers.Â
This time, he did stop. You closed your eyes and heaved for air, lying completely still in the sheets of his bed and panting for air. Mingyu smiled cheekily, pulling his fingers out of your sensitive pussy and licking them clean. As if it was nothing. As if it was juice from a popsicle, his tongue peaked out and he sucked your essence off of them, groaning at its taste.Â
âCan you go on again? You taste so good,â he hummed, eyeing your fucked-out state. Your cheeks were flushed and strands of hair stuck to your sweaty face. You shook your head. âNo, no, I want your cock now.âÂ
âAnything for you,â Mingyu agreed, shuffling to take his clothes off while you regrouped.Â
It was not long before he was climbing over your body, so fucking huge and covering your entire form in his own, muscles flexing when he lowered himself onto you. As if by nature, Mingyu, tan and glistening in the bedside lamp, grabbed you by under your knees and pushed them to your chest, pressing them into you.Â
âWanna fuck you like this,â he pressed a kiss to one of the knees that was now folded over you. âCan I fuck you like this?âÂ
âPlease!â you sobbed, because the position, and his strong hands holding you there, and your own slick covering his face had your pussy dripping onto his bed, and you could practically feel the heavy presence of his dick, even if it wasnât touching you yet.Â
Mingyu tilted his head as he looked down at you. You were so easy to admire. It was so easy for him to fall into every little jerk and breath and crevice of your face, and you looked so beautiful underneath him, Mingyu started to think he wanted nothing more for the rest of his life than to make you feel this good.Â
âOkay,â he whispered, and only then did you notice how he stared at you, because there was something very tender in his voice. Adoration poured directly from his heart and into you.
Before you could get lost in his warm eyes, he moved one hand down to steer his dick into you. You cried out when you felt it pressing against your slit, cried even more when it started pressing into you.Â
You had suspected Mingyu might be big, but nothing couldâve prepared you for each inch that seemed to endlessly plunge into your heat. Stretching you out like a rubber band, Mingyu finally bottomed out in you, his hard pelvis resting against your mound.Â
âShit, Gyu, y-youâre so fucking big,â you gasped, and then opened your eyes to see him smirking proudly. It made you giggle. He hummed giddily, looking down at your stomach.Â
âYouâre just so fucking small,â he said then, pressing one hand to your stomach, and then groaning when he could feel his dick inside you. âShit.âÂ
At that, Mingyu started pounding into you. His pace was fucking relentlessly, something seemingly awakened in him at the bulging in your stomach. âShit, shit, shit, my tiny, pretty baby, fuck, youâre so fucking gorgeous.âÂ
The praise had you reeling into him, it had you crying out and gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, while he worked up a sweat pistoning in and out of your pussy. You moans were shaken from the impact of his dick in your pussy. âShit, so fucking tight, can hardly fucking take me.âÂ
âG-Gyu, f-fuck-âÂ
âBut youâll take it, hm? Fuck, I wanna make you cum so much more, jusâ have you in my room, making you cum over nâ over again. Shit.âÂ
You had not pegged Mingyu as a dirty talker, and you werenât even sure if he was aware of what he was doing. Something about having his dick inside you, warm walls just pulled one dirty slew of words out after another. Heâd never fucked a girl like this, never felt compelled to tell her exactly what she was doing to him. Not like with you.
You were so gorgeous to him, the way your chest bounced, and your eyes were screwed shut and how your mouth was opened in continuous, strained moans. It was how your hair bunched up on his pillow, and how your skin felt against his, and how you clenched at every word he spewed, while grinded into you like you were the only other person in the world.Â
âF-fuck, my pretty fucking baby, youâre mine, right? Say it and Iâll make you cum forever, jusâ-â he groaned, as your pussy clenched down on him extra tight. His pace fell and his hands on your knees dug into the skin. âJusâ say youâre mine, please, Y/n.âÂ
âI-Iâm yours, Gyu!â you cried out, his pace speeding up again and another orgasm bubbled in your stomach, and you pussy clenched embarrassingly hard for embarrassingly long. âOnly yours, fuck.âÂ
âThatâs right. Cum again, let- let me hear it one more time, yeah?âÂ
You came. Again. Clenching down so hard, and face twisting in pleasure, cum spilled out of you and coated his dick, still inside you.
Your third orgasm was a melodious song, and you moaned to it so loudly, you knew people three halls over would be wondering what was going on. But you could care less, letting his presence, his smell, his being above you drag more bursts of pleasure out of your body.Â
Your breathing calmed down again, your soul traveling down from a sky-high mountain, and you started to feel it all again. Your orgasm had been so blinding, you had lost all of your senses but the blinding white explosion in your stomach, and now sighed heavily, pushing yourself up a little.
To your surprise, Mingyuâs hold on your knees didnât let up, and it took you a moment to realize that his dick was still extremely hard inside you. He hadnât cum yet.
âWant you to cum again,â Mingyu smiled sheepishly, adjusting his position to be able to pound into you again. You looked at him incredulously, and he chuckled a little, shrugging. âJust say if you want to stop.â
âSafe word is âpupâ.âÂ
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Percy Jackson x Ballerina! Reader
warnings; like every sports headcanon list, injuries ! and horrendous foot pain author's notes; im so sorry to the lovely @officiallyalbino that requested this for borderline lying about when i'd post thisđ unrelated to the post but im severely sunburned and writing this kept me from scratching my skin off :((
oooo you best believe he has front row seats to every single one of your performances !
you'd think the adhd⢠would get to him, but he's way too focused on you
he likes helping you with lifts because.. well of course he does !
he's very huge on helping you practice if you couldn't tell !
i think he'd always be insane flexible so he tries to copy your positions
looks DISGUSTINGLY good in the leotard might i add
brings flowers and a little (poorly spelled and written) card after every performance
like everybody knows him as your boyfriend because he proudly announces it while carrying his little gifts
doesn't matter if your just in the background he will clap like you just won an oscar
the parents next to him used to think he was just an overly proud older brother to be honest
that was until he leaned over while yelling "THAT'S MY PARTNER Y'KNOW ?"
he's quite the fanboy if he couldn't tell from my many, MANY times if saying this !
foot rubs ? foot rubs !
i personally hate people touching my feet, BUT !
i can see how this is probably the most relaxing thing in the world after hours of practice ngl
he's oddly good at it too
could probably hum every single Nutcracker song off the top of his head
honestly he probably really likes listening to your practice music actually
it keeps him focused when he's studying and whatnot !
could've mentioned this earlier, but he learns all the positions just so he can help you with certain dances
coordinated in the arena and almost anything else, not so much with dance
but he makes it work just for you :D
secretly really likes Black Swan
he watches it like a little kid trying to video games without his mom knowing
thinks your better than everyone no matter how much experience they might have over you
you're literally lauren anderson in his eyes
(or any ballet dancer you may look up to of course !)
enjoys watching you do your hair before recitals
it's oddly satisfying to him, so much to the point he has it memorized on how you do it
possibly keeps a fat stack of hair ties on him at all times (if your hair is long enough to even need any)
not as long as i would've loved this to be, but ballet still has a special place in my heart and i hope this was good fo
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Fool Me Once (pt 2)
Pairing: Aemond targaryen x reader (wc: 3.6k)
Summary: Despite learning about Aemond cheating on you, life has never been sweeter. Who knew being so bad could be so good.
Warnings: manipulation, mentions/allusions to pregnancy issues, mentions of self harm
A/N: first, I just have to say thank you for the response to part 1. I truly had no idea it would get the reception it would. Thank you to everyone who followed me as well. I hope I can continue to produce stuff yâall like. Iâm hoping to write more hotd stuff, Aemond and non Aemond related. I plan on taking a small hiatus but will be back around thanksgiving weekend. I will be writing on/off during that time but just away for a trip/the holiday. If you have any hotd requests my inbox is always open. I would try to get them out either before my hiatus next week (11/16) or after it ends (11/26). Iâm pretty open to writing any character, though I will warn you Iâm way more fascinated by the greens so they just come easier to me. Anyway please reblog, like, and follow if you read anything you enjoy đŤśđ˝đŤśđ˝. And some housekeeping: in this Aegon is not r*pist who enjoys watching children fight (the hotd are trulyâŚ. not right for the cartoonishly evil way they wrote Aegon). Heâs just petty and neglected. Also the timing of this is different from the books bc Aemond meets Alys pre dance.
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A bastard Strong. The irony is not lost on you. Your straight-laced husband fucking someone who is the complete opposite you. Older, no kids, no title, and no duty to uphold. At this point, it doesnât hurt anymore. Instead, it makes your blood boil in the most delicious way. Aemondâs betrayal made you realize how youâve been going through the motions; endlessly sleepwalking, hoping one day Aemond would come around. It woke you up to how much heâs taken advantage of you. He sees your kindness, and aversion to standing out as a weakness. Something he can manipulate and twist like one of his daggers.
The both of you must have forgetten where you came from. A rich, well respected house. The only daughter of smart, albeit conniving, family that knows how to get what they want. Your family didnât have dragons or absurd ideas of exceptionalism to help you gain power. Youâve learned that inflated egos and prideful indulges can cloud Targaryen judgment. A trait you hope skips your children.
Shame on you for thinking Aemond would be different. Shame on him for the carefully curated facade.
All you do after Larys Strong comes to you the first time is think. You canât remember the last time youâve had this many options in front of you. Your motherâs words about patience run through your head. Keeping your wits is key. Play your hand too quickly, and you lose all leverage. You have Daella and the babe in your belly to think about. You stood pat in the beginning; Lord Strong simply relaying messages to you. You make sure Alys gets the letter Aemond wrote, and the ones after that. Lord Larys makes sure you get the details of each letter exchanged.
When the days grew lonely, and your body aches because of the babe in your stomach, you think about the letters. The declarations of love and recounts of lust filled meetups simmer in your head, but itâs the mentions of you that makes the anger sizzle and crackle. It makes the guilt you feel wash away.
You question if the rumor is true. That his Alys is a witch. Does her magic allow her to see the way Helaena can? Fuzzy premonitions and dreams that only make sense after they happen; a gift and a curse. A part of you wishes it to be true. You hope while your stomach stirs with untold truths, hers stirs with regret. Maybe the pain that runs through you leaves an unfamiliar taste in her mouth. That she canât quite put her finger on it, but she feels you.
You wonder if when Aemond prays, he asks the Father to protect him⌠to protect her. The same way when you pray, you ask the Warrior to help you find the courage to destroy him.
It started with a bruise. A bruise that you donât even remember how you got. Maybe one of those things you just wake up with. But itâs there, on the inside part of your left arm. Itâs starting to fade but an otherwise noticeable bruise that stands out when you wear something with shorter sleeves.
The idea doesnât come to you till you see the curiosity in Alicentâs eyes when you absentmindedly rub the bruise while asking if sheâs seen Aemond. Itâs only you two in the walkway; an unusually quiet day at the Red Keep. Her eyes go from it to the far away look in your eyes. It makes her tilt her head in thought.
âNo dear, I havenât,â her eyes go back to the scratch. âAre you doing alright? I know for some, the second babe can be even harder than the first.â
You look down at your arm, and something just clicks.
âIâm fine,â you start, then you make your voice tremble a bit. âI will be fine. I think Iâm just tired.â
You give her a strained smile, and she returns one that tells you she doesnât believe you. You can feel her big brown eyes burning into your back when you walk past her towards your chambers. There could be two thoughts in her head: you did this yourself or someone else did it to you. Either way, her sonâs sweet pregnant lady wife is not doing well, and her son is nowhere to be found. Queen Alicent is one of the smartest, if not the smartest, person you know. She sees the change in her son; the change in the dynamic between Aemond and you.
It hits you. It would be too easy to physically harm Aemond. Though the idea of taking the blade that hangs from his hips and putting it to his throat has crossed your mind more times than youâre proud of. It would be too easy to get Larys to kill Alys. You donât want to give Aemond the satisfaction of having his whoreâs blood on your hands.
Whereâs the fun in killing when your rage could be channeled into something more⌠methodical.
Under all that false bravado is the little boy who got picked on for not having a dragon. To break the man means bringing out that little boy. A truly broken man canât love anyone. Isolation, and self hatred. What a gorgeous combination for your dear husband.
If this is going to work you need to up the ante.
So, you write. If Aemond and Alys can document their love, you can document your pain. You sent your lady in waiting out to get a blank book from one of the maesters. The color dyed cow skin feels smooth under your hands. There needs to be a slow build. Each day you grow closer and closer to shattering. Whoever reads it needs to know Aemond brought you to this place. He is the villain in the story of the poor, innocent wife that did nothing but carry his children and try to love him.
It will read like a diary, but to you it is a creation. A mixture of truth and imagination. A manifestation of pent up feelings. Purging and revenge all rolled up into one. You make sure to mention how terrified you are for your safety, and for you childrenâs safety. How an angry or disenchanted Aemond is nothing to toy with, especially if he has a bastard witch on his side. How maybe life would be better for Aemond if you just werenât around.
But this fading bruise isnât enough. Neither is just having a diary that will be discovered in due time. A deep cut, a dark bruise, half hazardously placed hand prints.. now that could work.
Thereâs something cathartic about the pain you feel when the dagger slices through your skin. The blood is so red and warm. It smears so smoothly on the page. Blood on your dress, cloth pressed to the wound, and wandering the halls is how Ser Criston finds you. You notice the worried, confused look in his eyes when you stutter out an âI donât knowâ when he asks what happened.
As the maester tends to your wound, you notice how Alicent and Criston stand in the corner of Alicentâs quarters. They occasionally glance at you while they whisper to each other. You recognize the familiar crinkle she gets in her forehead when sheâs upset. All her children do it too.
âSweetling, we both think it might be a good idea to give you your own knight of the kingsguard,â she sits next you. âJust to help you and⌠keep an eye on you during this vulnerable time.â
You blink. Not one mention of her son. But itâs clear to see how Ser Criston is with his queen. Submissive, and utterly devoted. Having someone like that is an asset. So, you smile weakly and nod. The more people who see you in this way, the better.
Ser Quinton Throne was quiet in the beginning. As if he was scared to be in your space. A far cry from the rambunctious knight his brother, Rickard, is. Moving past the initial shyness, he is attentive and even indulges Daellaâs fascination with him. Despite you telling her not to, she would always run up to him, tugging on his white cloak to get his attention. She likes having someone around just as much as you.
The distance between Aemond and you had started to carry over into his relationship with Daella. Kids are more intuitive than adults give them credit for. Your throat felt tight when you daughter finally asks where father goes. You lie; it comes easy to you, easier than you thought it would. It makes you think if this is how easy it is for Aemond to lie to you. Or for everyone to not gloss over the clear problems in your life.
You would lying if you said it wasnât nice having a man around, even if it was his job. It was Aemondâs job to do right by you, and he couldnât do that. A man carrying out his orders with a warm smile was welcomed. The comfort of having someone who sweared his allegiances to you, and only you, and intended on keeping them.
You look from your embroidery loop to see Daella and Ser Quinton sword fighting with wooden swords. Itâs an uncharacteristically sunny day. Perfect to get much needed fresh air, and apparently going to battle.
âSheâs gotten quite good.â
Like a storm rolling in to ruin a sunny day, your husbandâs tone is ever cold and distant. You hate the uncomfortable energy that radiates when he sits next to you.
âYes, she has,â you stare at the Lysene lilac flower starting to come to life on your loop. âHeâs good with her as well.â
You know he wonât like you saying that. He hates Quinton being around, and he especially hates how Daella taken a liking to him. Aemond scoffs and mumbles something under his breath you canât make out.
âItâs just lovely having real protector around,â you continue to push your luck. âSomeone so attentive and⌠strong.â
You look at with his a sickening sweet smile. He opens his mouth to say something, a complaint or rude comment since those seem to be the only reasons he talks to you, but he is interrupted by Daella yelling out for him.
âWeâll talk about this later,â he mutters to you, getting up.
âOh youâll actually be here long enough for that?â
The words slip out your mouth and it makes him turn to glare at you. It reminds you of the gossip you heard about him when you first arrived at court. How cold the kingâs second son can be. It shouldâve been a warning to you.
Quinton takes it as his cue to leave them be; you know he can sense how much Aemond doesnât appreciate his presence. You watch as Daella clings to her father. As selfish as it sounds, you patiently wait for the day she too realizes he canât be depended on.
âMy mother used to make me embroider,â your knightâs voice breaks you out of looking on. âSomething about being dangerous with a needle is just as great as being dangerous with a sword.â
You take a good look at him. If Aemond is the moon - ethereal, mysterious, and always changing, then Quinton is the sun. Bright, forward facing, and shines brighter with time. His choppy black hair, beard, and warm standing in contrast to your husbandâs Targaryen features.
âSounds like a smart woman,â you smile as he sits next to you.
His eyes linger on your embroidery work before traveling to you right arm. The blade wound was just starting to scab and scar over. His first day on duty was marked by seeing your husband give a long lecture on safety and âusing your brainâ after Aemond saw your wound. The blade cut wasnât under pure circumstances, but the look of resentment on your face was real. He saw that. Heâs never asked what really happened to your arm.
âHow are you my lady,â he whispers. You told him he can address you by your name, but he still insist on the formal names especially around others. âIs the babe giving you trouble.â
Ser Quinton, Helaena, and Alicent are the only people that seem to care about your well being, on top of the babeâs. Aemond concern went making sure the babe was fine to just not asking all together. Itâs better that way, you think. You donât think youâd be able to take fake concern about your little âmistakeâ.
âMy bladder is being pushed on, Iâm finding clumps of my hair on my pillow, and Maester Oliver told me this baby will weigh more than Daella did,â you reply lightly. âBut other than that Iâm doing fine.â
This pregnancy had knocked you on your ass. Youâre sure the stress and thoughts that consume you donât help. You know how it feels to come into a fracture family; it makes you feel awful for the babe in your stomach. Your parents tried hard, frankly too hard, to pretend things were good between them. Trying to prove their union was more than a duty for their houses. Till this day, you donât know whatâs worse: knowing they didnât share that love or the years you watched them fake everything. They had ambitions, and to carry them out there needed to be an appearance of an united front. You took your fatherâs lead, knowing he always tried to have your best interest. The relationship you have with your mother often ebbing and flowing, especially since your marriage.
When you ravened your mother about your pregnancy troubles, she tells you that this is your responsibility to your husband. Harsh and utterly true. You donât know if your father ever had indiscretions like Aemond, but you know sheâd never plot the way you do. Her calculating nature showing up in different ways. Instead of going after him, she chose to focus on elevating you.
Her and Queen Alicent remind you of each other. Devoted to a fault. A victim who had no other choice but to fall in line.You pray for the both of them. Pray that they find peace with the sacrifices theyâve made. Pray that you never get that far. A shell of yourself. Duty, responsibility, cleaning up othersâ messes - what a dull way to live.
âOnce heâs out, Iâm sure it will all be worth it,â says Ser Quinton, voice not wavering.
Heâs trying to be kind, mentioning the working theory in the castle that youâre having a boy. You try to smile at the thought. Itâs hard to believe that. Plan or not, you still have to know the truth about the father of your children. There is hole left in your heart about that. Him disrespecting you is one thing, but his words pertaining to your unborn child is another. A sudden spurt of anger rushes over you thinking about everything. It makes you stand abruptly.
âIâm feeling tired,â you watch as Daella pretend to stab her father with her sword. Her giggles ringing out when he reaches to pick her up. The dichotomy of Aemond Targaryen will always fascinate you as much as it terrifies you. How he manages to smile in her face, and lie to yours is quite a sight to watch. âIâll send Margret out to get Daella.â
Waiting for the perfect moment is not going to work. There no time like the present.
The stiff upper lip of this family is something you noticed the moment you stepped into their presence. Itâs seeped into the way they gatekeep a dying Viserys. Alicent is cold and collected in the most beautiful way. A sharp glittering icicle. A pretty rose littered with thorns to keep you admiring from a distance. Even Helaena, who you consider a friend, keeps certain things close to the chest. Itâs better to keep the full truth away from her.
But thereâs Aegon.
Pitiful, and lonely Prince Aegon. A drunk with a bad attitude. But heâs also the most painfully self-aware person you know. There will be times that you and him exchange looks, as you are in on the joke. That everything is a farce. One day someone will just come up and say itâs all been a bad dream. You think itâs the reason why he frustrates Aemond so much. The teasing on top of him never taking the Targaryen name seriously. Aegon spends his days trying to drink and fuck his way out of thinking about his life. Stuck in a royal cuckold. The first born son of a king with nothing to show for it.
Heâs messy, nosy, and so openly brash. Heâs your missing chess piece. The perfect pawn.
You leave the diary around places in the castle you know he will be. Itâs not until you conveniently leave it in the play room where all Daella, Jaehaera, and Jaehaerys all frequent that you know heâs taken the bait. His lilac eyes seem to follow you whenever you two are in the same room. It takes days for him to confront you; book in hand and wry look on his face.
âIs it true? Everything you wrote?â
You stroke your belly while looking at him, a small smile on your face.
âDoes it matter that if it is,â you tilt your head, and his eyes glitter with something youâre not used to seeing.
He mirrors your head tilt with a full blown smile on his face this time. Itâs like a bright light after weeks of darkness. A person who also sees through the bullshit that enraptures once you call yourself a Targaryen.
âI greatly underestimated you my good sister,â he whispers. You know heâs thinking about his own words. âPretty but horribly dullâ.
âThatâs fine,â you motion to the seat next to you. âYou can make it up to me.â
Queen Alicent stands facing the fire. Aegon, Helaena, and Ser Quinton off to the side. All of them standing across from where you sit. Aegon gives you a knowing look while Quintonâs eyes are filled with pity and anger. Pity for his princess, anger towards his prince. Helaena looks like she wants to say something.
âI⌠do not know what to say,â her voice is strained with pain. You know this hurts for her. The image of the perfect son being destroyed. The pedestal she put him on crumbling before him.
Youâve gotten better at crying after Aegon told you tears will be necessary to sell it. Itâs an automatic response now. The perfectly timed emotion that breaks like flood gates when Alicent holds out the diary. You say youâre embarrassed. That you never meant for anyone to read it, especially not anyone in the family. Aegon gets to be the concerned good brother. He rubbed your back, while his mother called for Helaena. She needed to know who else knew about this.
âI can say what everyone is thinking,â Aegon pipes up. âHeâs a fucking cunt.â
âAegon.â
His mother turns to glare at him, but it doesnât deter him.
âWalking around with that self righteousness just to fuck a Strong,â he scoffs. âCalling his child a mistake?â
The words makes Alicent sigh, and squeeze her eyes shut. Helaena continues to play with her fingers with a quizzical look in her eye. If Aegon of all people can judge, the actions must be bad.
âThis all my fault,â you decide to take it up a notch. Your breath catches. âI mustâve done something to deserve this.â
âOh my sweet girl,â Alicent walks over and sits next to you, pulling you into her chest. âNone of this is your fault.
âI just donât know what I did to deserve this,â you continue. That part is true; what the seven hells did you do to deserve this marriage? âThis, and the baby, and missing my family. Iâm just so unhappy here.â
Alicent strokes your hair. You can feel her heart thumping in her chest. You can tell sheâs upset and scared. Scared for what your unhappiness means. Youâre a risk now.
âMaybe⌠my father can come and visit. He hasnât been here since Daella was born.â
After you got married, your parents left court to tend to your house. They felt their work was done. That the marriage was as far as their political ambitions can go. They visit from time to time to see their granddaughter but normally youâre the one who has to make the trip.
âOf course,â you can see the wheels turning in her head. âIâm sure the Hand would love to pick his brain on some things. Your father has always been so kind and helpfulâ
Queen Alicent is as predictable as she is smart. Your dad thought your marriage would help him get a seat in the small council. When no offer came, his ego was bruised. If your marriage couldnât, maybe a desperate Alicent can. The idea of sending a raven about the news makes you have to bite back a smile. An ally in an castle full of strangers.
âIâll speak to Aemond about this,â she nods to herself. âYou donât need to be worrying about this in your condition.â
The disappointment is clear in smooth voice. Before you can reply with a thank you, Helaena finally piped up.
âA babyâs green eyes spurs brighter skies.â
She mutters it before looks at you curious. You look down at your swollen belly, feeling confused. Neither Aemond or you have green eyes. You try to push the sinking feeling out of your stomach. Even Aegon, who normally ignores Helaenaâs cryptic language, has perked up a little.
You take a look at Ser Quinton⌠his eyes as green as spring grass.
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I need a jealous matt fic from you. like actuallyyyy
Urban Cowboy- M. Sturniolo
pairing: Cowgirl!reader x CityBoy!Matt
classification: fluff, angst
warnings: use of y/n, mentions of jealousy, slight cursing, mentions of alcohol and alcohol use, set in the county/ a ranch
inspiration: request^^, Urban Cowboy (the movie) but with a twist & none of the abuse. Also, weâre taking a different route with jealousy hehehe
summary: Matt, a city boy, tries one upping you, the best bull rider in town, only to be met with a painful outcome.
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Every summer the triplets were shipped away to their grandparents ranch out in the country. For a couple of months, they left their busy city life behind in favor of days plowing the field, tending to livestock, and helping their grandparents out.
Since they were kids, Matt and his brothers have always loved summers out in the country. They spent their days swimming in the river, attending the state fair, running across acres of land, and riding their bikes down dirt roads. So many of their core memories were made during these summer trips, the change of pace allowing them to unwind and relax.
But, as the boys grew older, they began practicing less innocent hobbies. Days playing in the sun were replaced with long, drunk nights at local bars. They danced with attractive people, got into bar fights, and most importantly, they traded in their bikes for mechanical bulls.
Nick and Chris were experts on the mechanical bull, easily outlasting everyone else, but everyone knew that they were just the warmup. The real show started once Matt mounted that bull, his firm grip on the leather rope enough to hold him for longer than anyone else. He had an unmatched strength that helped him too, and he quickly became cocky about it.
Crowds of drunk people would gather just to watch Matt, cheering him on with each passing minute. They would bet on how long heâd last, each time surprised that he was able to hang on for so long. The mechanical bull thrashed and bucked, but Mattâs firm grip held him steadily in place.
No one could ever outlast Matt, until you came along at least. Unlike Matt, you werenât a city transplant. No, you were born and raised in the country, spending more than just summers doing manual labor. So, where he had natural strength, you had muscles built from years of hard work. There was also another distinguishable difference; he was bull riding as a serious hobby, but you were only doing it for fun.
Bull riding is a past time youâve practiced your whole life, you didnât see the point in showing off, but the second you mounted that bull and beat Mattâs time, he couldnât help but feel like you were. It felt like you were kicking dirt in his face.
Matt, Nick, and Chris watch from the bar. Theyâre sitting on the stools, facing the crowd that has piled up around you. The conductor, who sits just behind the bull setup, is jolting the remote aggressively from side to side, but no matter how hard he tries he canât knock you off. Matt feels the jealousy stir in his stomach as the crowd cheers for you, they were only supposed to cheer for him!
âWho the fuck is that?â Matt grumbles mostly to his brothers, but loud enough for the bartender to hear.
Nick and Chris shrug, how were they supposed to know who you were? Chris calls the bartender over with a tilt of his head, silently ordering three beers with his hands.
The bartender immediately fills up three glasses, the alcohol fizzing and frothing at the top. âThatâs Y/n⌠Her dad owns the mill on the outskirts of town, biggest flour company in the west. I heard they made enough money to buy another ranch last year⌠Shit, they own just about every business this side of town. Pretty sure they own this damn bar,â the bartender chimes in his deep country accent catching the boys off guard as he slides the glasses to them.
Matt, whoâs leaning against the bar counter, crooks his neck to look at the bartender, looking him up and down before quickly averting his gaze back to you.
Matt canât believe anyone could ever outlast his record time of 10 minutes, but as he watches the clock he notices that you were nearing 15. âSheâs fucking beating you, dude,â Chris laughs, taking a sip of his beer before slapping Mattâs chest enthusiastically. The neon clock numbers are taunting Matt, causing him to clench his jaw as his pride gets the best of him.
His whole shtick was that he was the city boy who easily outlasted all these country kids, what good did that do if he was beat by a girl?
The mechanical bull thrashes violently as the conductor tries knocking you off, but youâre using your momentum to push you past the 15 minute mark. You donât even look like youâre struggling either, a big smile plastered on your face as you grip onto the leather rope with one hand and your hat with the other. Everyone is watching excitedly, suddenly erupting into a loud cheer as you create a new record.
âIâve never seen anyone last that long,â Nick comments, a look of awe and shock on his face. âThen you must not be from âround here. That girl is a natural on that thing, she wins the bull riding contest at the state fair every year,â the bartender replies, butting into the conversation once again before shaking his head and walking away.
Matt waits until heâs out of earshot to say, âWhat the fuck does that mean? âYou must not be from âround here?ââ He puts on a dramatic, exaggerated country accent as he says the last part, an annoyed look written all over his face.
Youâre standing on the bull now, riding it like a surfer rides a wave. The crowd is going crazy, cheering you on as you continue putting on a show. A smile is spread across your face as you gently sit back down, laying on your back and propping your feet on the horns, your hands weaved between your thighs as you hold onto the leather rope. Everything about your performance was effortless, and it angered Matt.
Matt decides heâs seen enough when you throw both legs to one side, casually holding yourself up with your hands on either side of your hips. He snatches his beer from the bar violently, practically chugging it before throwing it back in the counter. He sucks in through his teeth shortly after at the strong sensation, following it with a burp before throwing his hat back on and stomping over to the crowd.
âIâll show you who ainât from âround here,â Matt mutters, pushing his way through the crowd until heâs directly in front of the inflatable foundation of the bull machine. You walk right past him as you dismount, making brief eye contact as you drunkenly giggle and laugh your way to your friends. He watches as you stumble, dizzy steps guiding you through the crowd. For some reason this only further upsets Matt, causing him to mount the bull haphazardly.
He sends the conductor a look, signifying that heâs ready to start, before gripping the leather rope so tightly that his knuckles turn white. The machine starts off slowly, rocking back and forth at a pace that gives Matt enough time to properly adjust himself.
But, before he knows it, the bull is gyrating, twisting, and turning so aggressively that heâs struggling to hold on. Mattâs mind is racing with thoughts, the fear of embarrassment causing the anxiety to build up. It feels like the conductor is purposefully trying to knock him off with enough force to hurt him, and it doesnât help that no one in the crowd is cheering.
After the show you just gave, Mattâs performance was sub par in comparison. He was stiff as a board from the nerves, making it harder to keep his balance. By this point his his hat flew off, bouncing on the inflatable floor beneath him, and he was holding onto the rope for dear life.
âLook at this guy, showing off because he got beat by a girl,â someone snickers from the crowd, the comment being followed by a roar of laughter. Thatâs when the conductor bucks the machine forward, quickly knocking Matt onto his stomach before pulling the remote and forcing Matt to straighten his back to stay mounted.
Just as heâs gaining confidence in himself, the bull tilts to the right sharply enough to send Matt flying. The inflatable cushion beneath him does nothing to break his fall, the sheer force at which he was thrown being enough to break his arm. The crowd immediately groans as they watch Mattâs body ricochet when it comes in contact with the edge of the ring.
You were facing away from the crowd, engaged in a conversation with your friends, but as soon as you hear the crowd groaning and yelling you turn towards the scene. Matt is laying on the ground, clutching his arm as he tries to breathe through the pain. Everyone watches, but nobody helps, they just stand there either laughing or wincing at the idea of being in that much pain.
âMove!â you exclaim, pushing your way through the crowd and immediately walking into the ring. The spongy ground makes it harder to walk to Matt, whoâs looking at you with wide eyes. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life.
You crouch in front of him, using all your force to pull him up from the ground while still being careful not to hurt him.
He lets you pick him up and guide him to a secluded area. His cheeks are burning hot with embarrassment and his eyes sting, the tears threatening to spill from the build up of anxiety and pain.
But he sucks it up and follows you, avoiding everyoneâs wandering eyes.
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âIt donât look broken, just sprained,â you comment, wrapping a bandage around Mattâs limp wrist. He hums in response, avoiding eye contact with you and you canât figure out why.
âSorry if Iâm oversteppinâ. just thought you could use some help,â your country accent is thick, and for the first time since the night started Matt isnât completely jealous of you. Heâs silently grateful that you evacuated him from the embarrassing situation, immediately feeling guilt for trying to one up you and show off.
âThank you,â he murmurs, wincing as you accidentally pull his wrist. Once the pain subsides he continues, âyou were pretty great out there.â The compliment hurts his ego, but youâre being so kind to him that he puts his own jealousies to the side. Mattâs sitting on a bar stool, the both of you in a secluded corner of the bar as you continue tending to his injury.
âThanks, werenât too bad yourself,â you offer him a genuine smile, gently placing his arm onto his lap. It was evident, just by looking at him, that Matt wasnât from here and that made him more alluring. You stand in between his legs, the close proximity building a tension that neither of you know what to do with.
âCan I be honest?â he asks, once again avoiding eye contact and looking into the distance. His eyes train on the mechanical bull, watching as someone else takes a turn on it. You hum in response, trying to move in front of his line of vision to catch his attention.
âI only got on that bull because I was jealous.â
âJealous?â His statement caught you off guard, what did he have to be jealous of?
âYeah, jealous. It sounds childish, but I really wanted to beat your time⌠all I ended up with was a sprained wrist,â he chuckles, fiddling with his fingers. If he wasnât being so vulnerable, and if he wasnât injured, you mightâve gotten upset.
âWell, Iâve seen you ride before. Youâre better than everyone here,â you reply, trying to keep the conversation uplifting.
âNot better than you.â
âYeah, not better than me,â you reply seriously, waiting for him to face you before smiling. âIâm kidding,â you laugh, punching his shoulder slightly. He winces before joining you with a chuckle.
âDonât worry. I can teach you a few moves,â you continue, your eyes wrinkling from how hard you were smiling. Mattâs smiling too, he felt silly for feeling jealous earlier.
âIâd like that,â he chuckles, opening his legs wider for you to scoot in closer. You take the invitation, your hats bumping together slightly. The smile on your face is engulfed by Mattâs lips as he moves in for a kiss, his uninjured wrist resting on your waist.
âEasy there, cowboy,â you murmur as you feel his hands inch down towards your ass. He laughs in response, going in for another kiss.
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love u lately (m) #9 | myg/knj/pjm
title:Â love u latelyâ chapter title: #9 - pour up pairing:Â yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: welcome to your "fuck it" era. you ran away and haven't returned back to the house since the fight with yoongi and jimin. you're not sure how namjoon hasn't caught on to anything yet... but now taehyung, hoseok, and jungkook just invited you to go out to party at some random frat not at your campus and get you to destress from the drama. oh you're going to destress alright. pour up a drink and well, you might... regret... this decision... warnings:Â ANOTHER LONG CHAPTER, flashback pov, angsty, stressful, alcohol consumption, dance battle, FIGHTING, multiple fights?, blood mention, crying, THE TRUTH, AND MORE CONFESSIONS, txt appearance, sakura appearance, soyoon and john eun and san appearance, jin lowkey snitching, ANGRY NAMJOON, soft namjoon, throwing up, kissing, SMUT, creampie, fingering, no other smut warnings it's a surprise but its very tame no worries, reader is on BC, good end?, EXTRA POV at the end, a lot happens i can't remember hehehe maybe i am drunk too note: again pls send love to @daegudrama who is in charge of editing these terrible chapter total word count: 14.3k drop date:Â April 12th, 2024, 6:00PM PST cross posted on AO3Â here â #8 | Series Masterlist | #10
March 1st [Friday]
Itâs been 2 weeks.
2 weeks since the fight.
2 weeks since you have last been âhomeâ.
Thatâs not to say you havenât taken a shower or changed out of your clothes since then. God, no.
Youâve been staying in Hwasaâs dorm ever since. Her roommate went on an immersion program abroad, so she has no roommate for this semester. Luckily, youâve had access to her dormâs shared bathroom to freshen up and her roommates' baron bed.
As for clothes and other stuff, Jungkook has been bringing you everything you need. Heâs the only one you can rely on from the house as youâve always been the most comfortable around him outside of Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi. Heâs also the one who knew about the deal and didnât tell anyone, aside from blabbering to Jimin back in October.Â
Youâre not 100% sure what the aftermath was like in that house after you left. But one thing for sure is that the other guysânot involved in the dealâhave covered up things to Joon about your disappearance. They know how rocky things are, and if Namjoon knew all of this, you think it could make things a million times worse. You appreciate them stepping in like that though, no matter what they think of the situation.
Jungkook did attempt to recap it all through text, rather thoroughly.
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 â past â
February 15th [Friday]
âYou guys done fucked things up now. A three-way relationship? Are you fucking kidding me?â Jin was seething as he scolded Jimin and Yoongi in the living room. The other guys were sitting at the dining table as Jin told them that they had to stay for this ordeal. They sat there in silence, waiting for this to (hopefully) end as soon as possible.
If the argument from earlier didnât sober everyone up, then Jinâs yelling definitely did.
âAnd you! Taehyung! What were you thinking asking that?!â Jin pointed his finger at Taehyung.
âHuh? Me!? Jimin was the one who told me to ask something risky if Yoongi pulled that block.â Tae tried to avert his gaze from the older man.Â
Everyone groaned. Jenga blocks still remained scattered on the table and on the floor of the living room. Unfinished snacks and drinks remained a mess around the table as well. Jin made a mental note to make Yoongi and Jimin clean up the aftermath of Friday Night Game Night as punishment for what happened.
âBut you know what, I expected something like this at some point. Hoseok and Taehyung, please pay up. I take Venmo.â The two menâthat Jin name droppedâgroaned, pulling out their phones to send him the money. âHyung, what the hell, man?!â Jimin glanced at them back and forth, appalled. Even Yoongi was confused that there was something like this going on, but he really shouldnât be the one judging right now. âWhat? Did you think we didnât suspect anything? That yâall were slick? There were signs...â Jinâs words drifted off.
âLike?â Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the older man. âWell should I mention the blowjob that Honey gave you in Mr. Kangâs office?â Hoseok interjected as he turned around from his chair. Yoongiâs eyes widened, âWhat the fuck? H-How did youââ He stumbled on his words. Hoseok didnât come in until after it ended, he thought. How would he have known!?
âThe door may have been closed, but people approaching the door can still hear what goes on behind it. Especially in that old ass buildingâŚâ Hoseok sighed, âThought it was just you jacking off in there at first, but when I heard you say, and I quote, âFuck. You really drive me crazy. You know that, Sunshine?â I connected the dots quickly. I sat out there waiting until it ended so I could come in to drop my shit.â He emphasized, leaving Yoongi completely speechless.
âJimin sent me Y/Nâs nudes accidently one night!â Taehyung stood up from his chair in an instant, abruptly confessing. âHe unsent them, but I caught it! He had to fesâ up to me after that. I thought it was just the both of them in a situationship. Then when Jin said Yoongi hyung was also involved, I couldnât believe that. But I started connecting the dots during the trip.â
Yoongi narrowed his eyes at Jimin, snarling a bit. Trying to avoid further questioning, Jimin mouths out to him that it happened while he was drunk when he stayed over at Taehyungâs during Christmas break. Though of course, Yoongi cannot read his lips.
âI didnât lose the bet because I always knew there was a possibility it wasnât just hyung and Honey after I caught them having sex. Especially based on the conversation Jimin and I had during his birthday party. So I was on Jinâs side.â Jungkook added, then he shrugged.Â
âInteresting. Yoongi had told me about a dilemma he had with someone he was seeing. Jimin was also acting a little too clingy to Honey than usual, so I put the pieces together and realized what these two were doing. I thought I was wrong, but Jesus ChristâŚâ Jin sat down in the loveseat, wondering if he had failed as president of Beta Tau Sigma. Should he have not let you move in to prevent this? Or should he have brought it up privately to you three and warned you all not to do it? Whatever scenario he thinks of doesnât matter. What happened, happened. Now people are hurt and humiliated. He has to step it up to help you guys in any way, especially you. âDoes Namjoon hyung know?â Taehyung inquired, earning everyonesâ immediate deadpan stare at him. The silent action makes it seem that there is a shared understanding of something. No one wants Namjoon to know what happened. They know that if he finds out, they might have to be ready for their own funerals. âNo.â Yoongi answered. âFair enough. So whatâs the plan now?â He followed up with another question. âWe donât even know where Honey went? Is she even somewhere safe?â Taehyungâs attitude towards this situation has been nonchalant, but in reality, he was actually very concerned for your mental wellbeing. He may be a social butterfly fuckboi, but whatever Jimin and Yoongi hid from you was a new low to him. You werenât very close to him before, but he has grown fond of you in the past 2 years heâs known you. âWeâre not telling Namjoon hyung thatâs for sure!â Jungkook chimed in, scrolling at his recent messages. âI texted Hwasa because itâs the first person I thought sheâd go to. She said that Honey was with her, asleep on her bed. Doesnât seem like Honey wants to come back anytime soon.â
The guys let out a sigh of relief, though guilt shadowed Jimin and Yoongi. Feeling worn out, Jimin decided to get up from his spot, stumbled a bit and headed up to his room. Jinâs about to follow in pursuit to get him to come back and help clean up, but Yoongi stopped him. âJust let him be, Iâll help clean up if you need it,â The cat-eyed man said, reading into Jinâs intentions. âHeâs already mentally punishing himself over this.â
After this, the other guys went into their rooms and called it a night. Yoongi remained in the dimly lit living room area, cleaning the mess that was left behind and reflecting on his frustrations. +++++++++++
You asked Jungkook about Namjoon. You knew that he would start to find things suspicious and eventually interrogate everyone about your whereabouts, like the older sibling figure he is. But Jungkook said that wasnât the case. Jungkook [Feb 22nd 20XX; 9:24PM]: No, Hyungâs been holed up in his room working on his polisci papers or in the libâs lab room helping his buddies with stuff.
Jungkook [Feb 22nd 20XX; 9:25PM]: He did ask about you though. Jungkook [Feb 22nd 20XX; 9:25PM]: But me and tae said that youâve been busy working on a mid-semester project with her so you would be staying over at her dorm for a while. Jungkook [Feb 22nd 20XX; 9:27PM]: Yoongi hyung and Jimin have been closed off since then, but Namjoon hyung hasnât noticed much.
You keep going through your past texts between Jungkook and rereading what was sent. There are more messages from him mentioning that Jimin and Yoongi have been more standoffish towards others, making you feel concerned for them. Wait. No. You shake your head. Why are you even worried? They were the ones who started it. Did they not realize that things were better off platonic, instead of messing with your heart?
You breathe out, locking your phone. You go back to lying down on your side on the bed, closing your eyes to stop yourself from spiraling. The door suddenly unlocks, and the creaking sound marks Hwasa's entrance into the dorm. Opening your eyes, you observe her movements as she places her backpack on the desk. âHey Hon, did you go to your class at noon?â She asks, her eyes searching yours. You nod, answering, âYeah, couldnât skip it today. Professor Watanabe said we were having a quiz because no one asked questions last class. Came back here after class.â
âAh, gotcha.â Hwasa comes over to settle on your bed, arranging a throw pillow against the wall for comfort. She shifts her position, making herself at home. "How are ya feeling?"
âBetter than before, but still not that great.â
âMaybe you should go out tonight. I think Nu Kappa is having a party tonight? Oh wait, Sigma Lambda is for sure having a house party. Let me check in with Joshua for that one becauseââ
âNo.â You cut her off, though the word coming out of your mouth sounded much harsher than you had wanted it to. âI just donât want to be around people that I know or potentially know me. Or just run into them.â You refer to Yoongi and Jimin with that line, maybe even Namjoon too.Â
You want to talk this whole thing over with them, but youâre not ready yet. You just canât organize your thoughts yet, and you donât know why. Maybe itâs the anxiety of knowing that a conversation about this would eventually lead to you guys to cut off contact completely. And that could be it. Maybe thatâs for the better.Â
You will move out of the Beta Tau Sigma house.
Maybe you can ask Student Housing if theyâd be willing to let you officially move into Hwasaâs dorm for the rest of the semester.
Yeah, you can manage to make this work out. But is it what you really want?
No. Of course not. But at this point in time, you canât imagine this going any other way. âMy bad, girl. I just wanted to help cheer you up.â Hwasaâs expression becomes somber.
No, no. You didnât mean it like that. Why canât your brain work properly?! âNo, itâs justâ sorry.â You apologize, trying to think of something to brighten up the mood. âBut if you want to go out, donât let me stop you, bestie! Maybe you want to see a special someone out.âÂ
Hwasa lets out a giggle, âItâs okay, I know youâre going through a lot right now.â She places her hand on your back to give you reassuring rubs. âBut Iâll take that suggestion. Joshua told me his friend is making his DJ debut at Sigma Lambda so I wanted to drop by and support.â
Concern crosses your face, âThat sounds pretty awesome, but are you okay going alone? I can go with you if you want.â She shakes her head. âNah, itâs cool. I donât want to force you to be there when youâre not feeling too hot. Iâll hit up Annie and ask if sheâs down to come with me.â âOkay, that sounds good.â You reply, appreciating her understanding and the attempt to bring some normalcy back into the evening.
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Hwasa was in luck because Annie did respond not long after she sent her a text. She invited Hwasa to get ready over at her dorm, which was the nice apartment-like dorm on the northernmost part of campus. Hwasa says that she might come back late, but more than likely, thinks sheâll be knocked out at Annieâs dorm. Sheâll keep you posted. Before she leaves that night, she gives you her access card (since youâve been entering her dorm before thanks to the shared bathroom she has with the 2 girls in the next dorm) and tells you to feel free to go out to get something for dinner. After that happens, youâre left alone now. The Hello Kitty clock on Hwasaâs table read, â8:46 PMâ Maybe you should grab something to eat. You honestly havenât been eating properly. But you are tired of the dining hall food after almost two weeks of eating it. You hated it even when you used to dorm last year. âMaybe Iâll order from DoorDash to treat myself after a tough week,â You say to yourself while you lay down on Hwasaâs big fluffy pink floor rug. Netflix movie night and take-out sounds ideal, right?
Just as youâre scrolling through your phone trying to find an option youâre craving, you hear a loud knock at the door.Â
Oh shit.
Itâs not Hwasa, right? She wouldâve texted you that she was coming back because she forgot something. Then is it the RA? No. Hwasa said she was cool with him, so he wouldnât snitch you out. Did something else happen?
You get up from your comfortable position to walk towards the door. Youâre not gonna lie, youâre a little nervous to open it.
Who the fuck could it even be on a Friday night?
You open it slowly, seeing tall figures coming into view.
âHoney, come out!â âTaehyung!?â You yelp out. Once you recognize the voice, you rapidly open the door wide enough to find Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok on the other side. âWhat the hell are you guys doing here?â You ask. You donât remember telling them to come over. Even if you did, thereâs not much they can do in such a small dorm. This is the first time in two weeks youâre talking to any of the other guys besides Jungkook. âWe came over because we want to invite you out,â Hoseok responds this time, signature heart smile showing. âWe know you havenât been feeling well so we want to go with you and let loose!â
Youâre getting deja vu from the same conversation you had with Hwasa earlier.
âSo go get changed out of yourâŚpajamas.â Jungkook looks down at you as he speaks, somewhat checking you out. A thought in your mind just clicks that he was looking at your chest, wearing no bra and cleavage all out. Men⌠Youâve been wearing your lace tank top and My Melody pajama pants since you got back from class. You didnât have any plans of going out after class, so why be dressed up in tight jeans, a shirt and whatever else for the whole day?Â
âLook, guys. That sounds like a mighty plan you got there, but I really donât think I should go.â âBut why not? Thereâs nothing better than drinking and forgetting your regrets! Please come with us!â Taehyung steps in closer, trying to welcome himself inside.
âBecause⌠Iâm feeling a little sickâŚ?â The guys look at you in complete disbelief before you admit the truth. âOkay, fine, I donât want to party around here and see these people.â
âWho said weâre partying here?â Jungkook smirks, âNo, weâre going⌠somewhere else.â âWhere is this âsomewhere elseâ you speak of?â You narrow your eyes, mild interest sparking behind them.
âStop asking so many questions and just get ready. Iâll even help you pick out something.â Hoseok takes this as an opportunity to enter the dorm, where you direct him to your closet of stuff. The two other guys follow in as well and stand there as Hoseok is sifting through the rack mixed with jeans, blouses, skirts and sweaters. Â
âHere, this is cute.â He hands you your black heart ring detail halter top, flared jeans, and a black knit cardigan. âOh, this isnât that bad of a look? No wonder people say youâre the most stylish on the dance team.âÂ
Hoseok grins, his eyes lighting up with pride at the compliment. "Well, you know, I've got an eye for these things. Now, go change into this. The night may be young, but weâre not getting any younger here!"
You take the outfit from him, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Hobi. I appreciate it." You look back at the guys who are still standing in the dorm, chuckling. "Um alright, can you guys step outside the door while I change?"
âOh whoops!â Jungkook yells out, The three guys scurry out of the dorm, giving you a moment of privacy to change.Â
Hoseok calls after you behind the door, "Let me know if you need any makeup tips! I'm a pro at this too."
You chuckle, appreciating the effort to lighten the mood. In the bathroom, you quickly change into the outfit Hoseok picked out. It's a mix of your style but with a touch of Hoseok's fashion flair. The black heart ring detail halter top fits snugly, paired with flared jeans and a cozy black knit cardigan. You glance at yourself in the mirror, the reflection showing a slightly different version of you.
After a deep breath, you open the door, greeted by the approving nods and smiles of Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook. Taehyung claps his hands together. "Looking good! Now, let's get out there and have some fun!"
With excitement now in the air, you grab your bag before you go and you all head out the building.
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Jungkook leads the way to his car, a sleek 2017 Mercedes-Benz C300 parked in the student parking lot next to Hwasa's dorm. The soft glow of the streetlights reflects off the polished surface, and you can't help but appreciate the comfortable luxury of his car. You will always remember that he begged his parents to sign off on it so he could get it as his graduation gift.
Jungkook unlocks the doors, and you all pile in, anticipation building for the night ahead.
The drive is filled with a mix of laughter and excited chatter as you navigate through the city. The atmosphere in the car is lively, the previous stress of weeks ago momentarily forgotten as you stare out of the car looking at the skyline of city lights on the freeway. It feels less suffocating over here. No Jimin. No Yoongi. No Namjoon. Just you and the other boys. You werenât too keen on coming along with them, but now that youâre sitting here, DEANâs Pour Up bass boosted on the car speakers, you know you made a good choice. You gotta let loose.
After 20 minutes on the road, Jungkook exits off the freeway into a residential area. As he finds a parking spot, you can hear the distant bass of music and the chatter of college students walking around. Is this another collegeâs Greek row? The car engine turns off, and you all step outside looking around the neighborhood.
You're immediately struck by the grandeur of the fraternity houses. They are much bigger than the ones at your college campus, their size and architecture exuding an air of privilege. These houses are easily identifiable by the prominent display of large Greek letters or flags proudly adorning the front, signaling the presence of each fraternity.
Lights spill out from the windows, and the distant sounds of music and laughter grow louder as you approach the houses. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness being here. Though, youâre glad that you wonât run into people you know here. And even if you do, the chance is likely really low. Who would come 20 minutes away to party at another college?
Once this question comes to your mind, you feel a little odd. Wait, are you forgetting something?
Before you can think about it more, Jungkook gently holds your wrist, leading the way through the lively crowds of students walking around, and you follow suit.Â
The four of you approach the entrance of one of the bigger fraternity houses, the thumping bass becomes almost palpable. The flag outside says ÎΨÎâ Eta Psi Beta. Youâre honestly not familiar with this one as it seems to be one that doesnât have a chapter at your college. Without hesitation or restrictions, you guys walk into the side entrance leading to the backyard. After several steps of walking along the slightly lit path, you're engulfed in an atmosphere of sights and sounds. The massive backyard is packed with people, the air pulsating with the beats of a 2010s party mix blaring from the speakers. You see a pretty girl with a colorful knit top and black hair DJing the party from the far end of the backyard, along with several people behind her overseeing the vibes. Color-changing lights crisscross above, connected to tall oak trees, casting a warm glow over the lively scene below.
To your right, a makeshift bar is set up, complete with a variety of drinks and colorful cocktails. Students are chatting, dancing, and moving in synchronized rhythm with the music. The atmosphere is infectious, and you find yourself getting into the groove, the worries of the past weeks slowly fading away.Â
Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok lead you through the crowd, their excitement contagious. You can't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the party, a stark contrast to the more intimate gatherings you're used to.Â
"Isn't this amazing?" Taehyung exclaims over the music, and you respond with an enthusiastic nod.
âHow the hell did you guys find this party?â you shout back at him, catching yourself staring at the DJ Girl changing the setlist to some House and UK Garage music to hype up the crowd more.
âJungkook says he knows a guy here!â Hoseok adds.
âYeah! We go to the same gym off-campus and box a bit,â Jungkook explains closer to your ear so you could hear amid the lively ambiance. âOh look! Speak of the devil!â His eyes widen when he sees the man heâs referring to step right up in front of you guys. âWoah! Jungkook! You came!â The man speaks with excitement in his eyes, facial features reflecting a youthfulness that adds to his charm. Like Jungkook, he possesses captivating doe eyes that convey both innocence and a hint of curiosity. He is seemingly younger than your group, however, his height is exactly the same as the trio with you. Jungkook chuckles, going in for a bro hug. âDidnât think I was going to, but I dragged some friends with me.â Jungkook moves aside to introduce you three, âThis is Hoseok, Taehyung, and Y/N.â
âNice to meet you guys! Iâm Taehyun Kang.â He extends a handshake to each of you, catching you off guard. Awkwardly, you take his hand in yours. His politeness radiates, and you can't help but find it adorable.
Taehyun leads the way, gesturing toward the makeshift bar. "Oh! Since you guys are here, let's get some drinks!" he suggests, guiding you through the lively crowd towards the vibrant bar area. âWe have a special jungle juice just for tonightâs event. We call it Sugar Rush Ride!â He leans close to you guys, âWe basically dumped a bunch of blue raspberry Jolly Ranchers in it mixed with other alcohols!â âOh that seems pretty cool! Let me get some!â You say. Taehyun smiles, pouring you some in a blue plastic cup and hands it to you. âYou guys want to try some too?â
âIâm the DD for the drive back home, but these two can get some.â Hoseok reassures the younger men it's okay to get wasted. Heâs always been a reliable upperclassman and brother to them.
You take the chance to sip the cup. Mm. Itâs a little too sweet for your taste, but the strong burning sensation (of what you assume is rum and vodka), helps it lessen. Good. This is what you need right now so badly.
Fuck it.
For a moment, you're content to let go of your troubles and embrace the carefree spirit of the night.
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âWhereâs Y/N? Sheâs not in her room.â
This question catches Jin off guard as he sips his wine, slightly choking on it before setting it down on the coffee table. Heâs hanging out with Namjoon, John, San and Soyoon watching a Ghibli movie in the living room. Not that he was paying much attention, he was on his phone playing the new Maple Story update. Yoongi went to play basketball at the intramural gymnasium on campus, while Jimin went drinking with an upperclassmen, Taemin.
Of course Jin knew where you were this whole time since the fight, and even tonight when Hoseok said they were inviting you to the Eta Psi Beta party at the neighboring university. But is he about to tell Namjoon?
Heâs not sure. Jin pauses the game on his phone, glancing at Namjoon. "Yeah, she mentioned she's spending the night at Hwasa's place. They've been hanging out a lot lately," he says, attempting a nonchalant tone to avoid revealing any hint of the tension between you and the others. His eyes flicker between the screen and Namjoon, unsure whether he should disclose more information.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, a slight frown forming on his face. "Is she okay?"
Jin hesitates for a moment, debating how much to share. "I guess? She just said she needed a change of scenery, you know?"
"What do you mean?" Namjoon presses, sensing there might be more to the story.
Jin takes a deep breath, his gaze shifting away momentarily. "Look, there's been some tension lately. I think she just needed some space to clear her head."
Namjoon's expression tightens, concern deepening. "Tension? What happened?" John, San and Soyoonâs attention from the movie has been diverted to the conversation happening between Jin and Namjoon. Jin sighs, knowing he canât divulge more information in front of them. So he gets up, grabbing Namjoonâs wrist, and dragging him into the hallway leading to their rooms. âGod, I hate having to hide shit from you of all people.â Jin whispers aggressively, putting his hands on the taller manâs shoulders. âFine, basically, Y/N ran away two weeks ago and is staying at Hwasaâs dorm.â â...What the fuck, Seokjin?!â Namjoon reins in his emotions, realizing that getting upset won't help him understand the situation better. Now, more than ever, he needs to find out what's going on with you. âWhy didnât anyone tell meââ
He interrupts the younger man, sighing in frustration. âItâs not my place to tell you what happened exactly and neither was it anyone elseâs. I think you might have an idea, though, even if you werenât there. If you want to know, go find her.â
Namjoon is left speechless, brows furrowing as he absorbs the information, a surge of worry overtaking him.Â
Jin nods, understanding Namjoon's urgency. âAnd we didnât want to get you upset and probably wreck anythingâŚor anyone.â
âWhere is she, Jin?â
Jin, once again hesitates for a moment. âSheâs at a party with Hoseok, Tae, and Jungkook. Itâs at theâŚEta Psi Beta house at that neighboring university, not too far from here.â
âOh Shââ Namjoon looks like a deer caught in headlights, evident concern plastered on his face. âDid you not fucking know thatâs the frat that he is in?â
âHe?â Jin pauses for a moment confused about who Namjoon was referring to before it all clicks in his head, panicking. âHoly fuck! How was I supposed to remember that? Jungkook said he had a friend there. And I mean, itâs a big fratâŚwhat are the odds that sheâll run into him?â
Namjoon takes a deep breath, frustration and worry battling within him. He has been keeping tabs here and there on this guy for over a year, just out of concern for you. He wasnât sure if youâd ever plan to seek him, or vice versa. No, this isnât good.Â
He doesn't want to waste any time.Â
âIâm going out!â Without another word, he heads towards the front door.
John gets up from the couch seeing the commotion. âWoah, Joon, whatâs going on?â His brows furrow, searching Namjoon's face for answers.
Namjoon's jaw clenches as he sighs, concern etched across his face. âI need to go find Y/N. Sheâs at Eta Psiâs party at UOX 20 minutes away, and she might be in some trouble soon.â As he speaks, his eyes dart around, calculating the steps he needs to take.
John senses the urgency in Namjoon's movements and offers his assistance. âIâll take you! I didnât drink at all earlier so Iâm good to drive.â
Soyoon, catching wind of the unfolding situation, joins in, her eyes wide with concern. âWe'll come along too and help you find her!â
Meanwhile, Jin, trying to compose himself, acknowledges the chaos. âI wanna go, but Iâll stay here. Yoongi will be back later, so itâll be suspicious if weâre all gone,â he says, his demeanor calm but resolute, a stabilizing force amid the growing turmoil. Namjoonâs gaze flickers briefly to Jin, silently thanking him for staying behind. He then nods appreciatively at John's offer, grateful for the immediate support. "Thanks, John. Let's go."
 He gestures for San and Soyoon to follow as well, her worried expression mirrors his own. As they make their way to the door, John grabs his jacket, his movements quick and purposeful.
The front door closes, leaving Jin alone with his own contemplations. The room, once filled with casual conversation and the glow of the TV now feels empty and eerily quiet.
He glances at his phone, pondering whether he should reach out to Yoongi. He knows Yoongi hates that manâs guts just as much as Namjoon, but he knows that you will be even more troubled if you see him as well. As he debates internally, Jin takes a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever repercussions may follow, hoping that Namjoon can find you and the other boys swiftly and ensure you donât end up seeing him.
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After several drinks, youâve gotten lost in the humongous crowd of people filling the backyard of this frat house. The last time you remember seeing Taehyungâs social butterfly ass was when he was striking up conversations with a couple of girls. His infectious laughter and charming boxy smile drew them towards him, and soon he was engaged in a friendly game of beer pong with a group jealous guys and trying to show off his skills and impressive aim to the girls. They loved it.
You believe Jungkook was dragged away by an excited Taehyun wanting to show him something inside the house, though youâre not sure if heâs backâŚand somewhere in this crowd. Â
So that leaves you with Hoseok for a while, and when 4 Walls by F(X) starts playing, he nudges you into the middle of the crowd.
You dance with him for a bit, enjoying yourself as you attempt to follow along the movements he does. This ends with you awkwardly laughing at your own failure. You could never pop and lock, or whatever he did. Youâre just not that flexible at all or well-versed with dance moves that arenât âThe Robotâ. But Hoseok is gentle when teaching you. Compared to how strict he is with his students during his dance class sessions, according to Jungkook.
Dancing with him was short-lived, as he tells you to stay put because he wants to enter the dance circle emerging from the middle of the crowd in front of the DJ. He might be the DD for the night, but he isnât going to miss out on the fun while being sober.
You donât want to be squished with drunk, sweaty bodies around you, so you end up next to the DJ booth, where the same girl is still spinning tracks and taking charge of the partyâs setlist. Her effortless grace and commanding presence behind the turntables catch your attention, and you can't help but be intrigued by her.
"So, how did you get into DJing?" you ask, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the music. Usually, youâre not as courageous to start conversations with random people, but today, the alcohol in your system said otherwise.
The girl flashes you a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Well, I've always had a passion for music," she replies, adjusting a knob on the mixer with practiced ease. "Back in Japan, I used to DJ at small local events. When I came here for my exchange program, I jumped at the chance to share my love for music with a new audience."
You nod, impressed by her dedication and talent. "Oh wow! That's amazing. You're really good at it," you comment, nodding towards the crowd as they groove to the beat.
Her smile widens at the compliment, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Thanks! I love seeing people enjoy themselves on the dance floor, connected by the music."
As you continue chatting, you come to find out her name is Sakura, and is in the same year as you. Before you get the chance to tell her your name, your attention is suddenly drawn to the makeshift dance floor where Hoseok is engaged in a spirited dance battle with another party-goer. The two of them move with grace and precision, their movements synchronized to the pulsating rhythm of the music.
You watch in awe as Hoseok dazzles the crowd with his fluid dance moves, his energy infectious as he captivates everyone around him. The other dancer, who you couldnât see well from your angle, seems to hold their own with impressive skill drawing impressed sounds from the people watching. The guy keeps matching Hoseok move for move while Summer Walkerâs Dat Right There plays in the background. After they finish, two other guys are up and dancing to the next song on Sakuraâs setlist.
Sakura follows your gaze as you watch Hoseok get mixed into the crowd once again, a smile playing on her lips. "Looks like your friend knows how to move," she remarks, her eyes twinkling with amusement.Â
You nod in agreement, feeling a swell of pride over your friend getting complimented. âYup! Heâs won several dance competitions in the past.â You sip your blue cup. What even is the alcohol inside this cup? You think maybe you should stop drinking before you start to get the urge to puke. Though, when else can you go all out like this without their supervision?
âCompetition!? Woah, thatâs on a whole other level than Jun! Heâs in the schoolâs dance team too.â
You want to continue your conversation with Sakura, but suddenly, you feel your vision spin. Shit, maybe you are at your limit. You used to be able to drink more, why are you so weak tonight? You try to hold onto the table for stability, which then catches Sakuraâs attention.
 âWait, heyâŚyou okay?â
You quickly look up at her, and wave her off. âUh, yeah! 100%. Just need some water.â
âThereâs cases of bottled water in the kitchen, just head in through the back door. Think you can make it there? I would help, but Iâmââ
You manage a weak smile, grateful for Sakura's concern. "Donât worry! I'll do that. Thanks, Sakura," you reply, your voice sounding more slurred as you attempt to maintain your composure. With a determined nod, you push yourself away from the table, focusing on steadying your steps as you make your way toward the back door.
As you navigate through the throngs of bodies, you can feel the effects of the alcohol weighing heavily on your senses. The music seems louder now, the lights brighter, and the voices around you a chaotic blur. You press a hand to your temple, willing away the dizzy spell that threatens to overwhelm you.
The sudden shift in atmosphere hits you like a wave as you step inside the house. The air is thick with smoke, a potent mixture of cigarette and weed fumes that assault your senses. You cough slightly, your eyes watering as you try to adjust to the stifling environment.Â
The dim lighting casts long shadows across the room, adding to the hazy ambiance. People are scattered throughout the space, lounging on couches, leaning against walls, and mingling in small groups. The music from outside pounds in your ears, reverberating through the walls and floor, making it difficult to think clearly.Â
Making your way to the kitchen, you find the bottled water, grab one and twist off the cap, taking a long gulp of the refreshing liquid. The relief is short lived though, as you glance around, searching for a familiar face in the sea of strangers. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung are nowhere to be seen for some time.Â
You feel a pang of unease at being separated from your friends at a random frat party, God knows where. Youâre also passed the point of being tipsy.Â
What school are you even at? Why didnât you bother asking about it in the car earlier?
Maybe you should try finding Jungkook. Yeah, he should be inside somewhere. You didnât see him come out earlier.
You walk to the living room to try to search for him amongst the lax bodies taking hits from bongs, but suddenly you hear your name called out.
âY/N!â
Jungkook?
Wait, did that sound like Jungkook calling out to you? Maybe? Maybe not?
Youâre drunk, but the voice sounds familiar, though. Who is that?
You turn around.
And when you do, you immediately regret it.
The familiar voice that you deemed to be Jungkook was not him, but it wasnât completely unfamiliar to you at all. You used to hear this voice so often. A voice that would whisper sweet nothings to you in the late summer nights and would annoy the hell out of you with his comments.
It canât be him, you think. Youâre drunk! Youâre just drunk, Y/N! Why would it be him, here, right now? As much as you tried to refute the appearance of that man before you, the image became clearer.
Choi Yeonjun.
Once you realize this, everything around you seizes movement. Soon, it feels like you stepped into a dream with how hazy everything has become. The atmosphere consumed with smoke from people smoking weed here is definitely not helping.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs the alcohol running through your veins or your anxiety making the world spin once more, but thereâs a curdling feeling in your stomach now.
Before you can even think, your legs start to move you back, very slowly. Away from the man who left you devastated and heartbroken not too long ago.
âY-Yeonââ
âY/NâŚâÂ
Fuck. Itâs been almost two years and you still canât fucking say his name. Whatâs wrong with you? Youâre over him. Why are you somehow standing here in fear just from being in his presence?
âI didnât expect to see you here.â
âMe either.â Thatâs all you can mutter out? Wait. Is the âJunâ that Hoseok was dancing against earlier. Holy shit, this is all making sense. Of course you knew he went to a university close to you, but thereâs thousands of students going there too. You wouldâve never thought youâd just see fucking Yeonjun out of all people at a random ass frat party.
You wonder if he could sense the fear crawling through your skin, controlling your muscle movements. Your vision quivers twice as much as it should. Donât make eye contact dammit.
Too late.
Despite your overwhelming urge to flee, you force yourself to stand your ground as Yeonjun approaches closer, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow. Every instinct screams at you to run, to go find the guys, to escape the memories that threaten to engulf you, but you swallow down your fear and brace yourself for what comes next.
"How have you been?" He asks, his voice soft yet filled with a tinge of uncertainty.Â
You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of softness. And perhaps weakness. Your heart pounds in your chest, your palms clammy with nerves as you struggle to find the right words to respond. Youâre gonna puke at this rate and itâs going to be embarrassing.
"Good... uh, how are you?" you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. You can't bring yourself to meet his eyes, the fear of what you might see reflected in them too overwhelming to bear. Instead, you focus on a spot just over his shoulder, willing yourself to remain composed despite the turmoil raging inside you.
Yeonjun's response is brief, almost curt. "Good," he says, his voice devoid of any emotion.
There's a tense silence between you two. You can feel the weight of the past pressing down on you, threatening to suffocate you with its suffocating embrace. But still, you refuse to break, determined to weather the storm no matter what.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Yeonjun speaks again, his voice hesitant yet persistent on something. "Okay, look, I know itâs been awhile, but I noticed you talking to Sakura earlier and I thought it was fate that I saw you after so long. Can we talk?"
âHuh? What?âÂ
Now whatâs this about? Youâve been through too much and having a conversation about whatever the fuck is on his mind is something you do not want to do tonight. Or ever. You guys have been done. You have no more tears left to cry. You know your heart lies elsewhere.
âI know things ended badly when I left you, butââ
Youâre not sure if heâs apologizing after reflecting on the past some time ago or if heâs trying to get back together with you, but you cannot stomach this. You want to leave. Heâs probably drunk anyways. If he sincerely feels either of the two ways, he wouldâve come to find you earlier to tell while heâs sober.
âYeonjun,â You sigh heavily as you interrupt him, giving him a stern expression to show that youâre serious, âIâm not feeling too great right now. I need to go find the guys.â
âThe guys?â Yeonjun scoffs. âYouâre still hanging around with them?â
âWho?â
âNamjoon, Yoongi and Jimin.â
What? Youâre not even going to tell him thatâs not who youâre here with, but now you have questions. Thereâs something heâs clearly insinuating here that he never told you when you two were dating. You wonder if itâs related to the reason why he ended things when you thought they were going so well.Â
You want to keep edging him on until he spills.
âWhatâs wrong with that?â You raise your eyebrow, getting progressively more pissed off.
Yeonjunâs gaze hardens, his features contorting with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. âWhatâs wrong with that?â he echoes, his voice tinged with bitterness. âCanât believe youâre still so dense after all this time.â
No, never mind. Youâre not going to stand here and be degraded until you get a piece of a puzzle that doesnât matter anymore.
âIf youâre going to fucking insult me, then Iâm leaving.â
âNo, youâre not leaving yet!â Yeonjun suddenly grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. His fingers dig into your skin with a painful intensity. You cringe for a moment. Panic courses through your veins as you struggle against his hold, desperate to break free from his grasp.
Before you could fight against his hold further, you turn to see a man, similar in height to Yeonjun, shoving him roughly against the nearest wall, his expression dark and menacing. This action makes Yeonjun let go as his hands are now elsewhere.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch the altercation unfold, fear and uncertainty swirling inside you like a raging storm. Who is this man?
Holy shit.Â
Looking at him closely, the realization hits you like a ton of bricksâit's Namjoon.
Why is he here? How did he know you guys were here anyway?
"What the fuck is your problem grabbing her like that?" Namjoon's voice cuts through the chaos, his tone filled with anger and concern.
âWait, Namjoon! Just stop. Let it go!â
Hoseok's voice breaks through the chaos, drawing your attention. He strides towards you, his eyes blazing with fury and worry. Taehyung and Jungkook follow closely behind, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. A crowd starts to form around them, even bringing in more people from outside after hearing the commotion.
Namjoon moves quickly, grabbing Yeonjun by the collar. âI donât like violence, but youâve really been pissing me off since that summer.â he growls, his voice dripping with menace.
Yeonjun staggers backward, out of Namjoonâs hold. Though his eyes remain wide with shock. He seems uncertain of what to do next, caught off guard by Namjoon's appearance and sudden aggression. His expression shifts from surprise to defiance, his jaw clenched with determination.
"Pissed off at me?" Yeonjun's voice is laced with poison, his eyes narrowing as he locks gazes with Namjoon. "I'm the one pissed off at you knowing she liked you this whole time and you never noticed a goddamn thing."
You remain frozen while hearing the words coming out of Yeonjunâs mouth. You liking Namjoon this whole time? Gears turn in your head. Did you never realize those feelings slip out of you? During the times youâd lovingly call Yeonjun, âJunnieâ...did it feel so right because it was the same nickname Namjoon had? Yeonjun suddenly interjects with a sharp tone, "So you should stop acting up."Â
The room falls into a momentary silence, punctuated only by the muffled thud as Yeonjun swiftly grabs a book from a nearby table and hits Namjoon's head with it. There's an audible gasp from the onlookers, some leaning forward in their spots to get a better view, while others recoil in shock at the unexpected turn of events.
Namjoon, caught off guard by the sudden blow, winces as the book makes contact with his head. He instinctively brings a hand up to rub the spot where he was struck, his expression a mixture of surprise and discomfort.
You, too, are taken aback by Yeonjun's action, your eyes widening as you and hoping theyâll just stop.Â
Namjoon regains his posture and immediately goes back to gripping Yeonjun's collar, this time more tightly. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he retorts, his voice low and dangerous.
Yeonjun laughs, a bitter edge to the sound. "How thick is your skull? You canât see how sheâs looking at you, even now?â he sneers. "She's always been thinking of you all this time! Even when I was fucking herâ"
Before Yeonjun can finish his sentence, Namjoon's fist connects with his jaw, the force of the blow sending him staggering backward once more. Yeonjun stumbles again, his balance thrown off by the unexpected attack and he falls to the floor.
The room erupts into chaos as people nearby shout and gasp in surprise. Namjoon steps forward, his expression dark and unreadable as he advances on Yeonjun, who raises his hands defensively.
"Namjoon, stop!" Your voice cuts through the tumult, your tone urgent as you rush forward to intervene.Â
âY/N, get away from them!â Jungkook runs towards you, trying to pull you away. Hoseok and Taehyung's faces are etched with concern as they rush to restrain Namjoon. Two other guys you recognize as Yeonjunâs close friends Soobin and Taehyun try to restrain Yeonjun as well.Â
You run towards Namjoon and with a strong pull, manage to move him away and make him snap out of his sudden rage. When he looks down at your eyes, he notices you're slowly sobbing, frustrated.
He turns to look at Yeonjun, sitting on the ground as Soobin and Taehyun tend to his bloody nose as a result of the punch.Â
As Namjoon's eyes meet yours, he registers the anguish reflected in your tear-filled gaze. The sight of your distress is like a bucket of cold water, jolting him out of his blind rage. Guilt washes over him as he realizes the impact his actions have had on you.
"Y/N," he murmurs, his voice thick with regret. "I'm sorry, I didn't meanâ"
But before he can finish his apology, you turn away, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Your heart feels heavy with a mixture of emotionsâanger, frustration, and overwhelming sadness. You feel stupid in a way. What are you upset about? Is it because he fought and hurt Yeonjun? Is it because of the pact he had with Yoongi and Jimin? Is it because Yeonjun touched upon growing feelings you tried to repress?
Probably, itâs all of the above.
Namjoon reaches out to touch your arm, his expression pleading. "We need to talk."
Should you talk to Namjoon? Youâre starting to sober up a bit after all that, so maybe you should come clean to him about everything that has happened not only in the last few weeks, but the last few months.
And perhaps, itâs time to put an end to your feelings or let yourself be consumed by them.
âOkay, fine, letâs go outside," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. You wipe your tears, calming your breathing to stop the sobs. Namjoon nods in agreement, his expression somber as he follows you through the crowd.Â
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âWhy are you here?â You look down impatiently at Namjoon, who is now sitting on the sidewalk outside of the Eta Psi house.Â
John, Soyoon, and San stand outside, their expressions etched with concern as they searched for you earlier. Namjoon waves them away, urging them to retreat inside and grant you both some privacy. They comply reluctantly, casting worried glances over their shoulders as they leave. They didnât witness the fight or Namjoon getting hit, but it is evident from the tear stains on your face and Namjoon's deflated demeanor that something bad happened. They will likely learn the details later from Jungkook, who will be sure to fill them in once they are indoors.
âWhat? Why are you here? At this party a few towns over, all alone?â
âI wasn't alone! I came here with Tae, Jungkook and Hoseok. But what the hell is wrong with you?â âWhat do you mean what the fuck is wrong with me? Yeonjun suddenly grabbed you. I was trying to protect you.â
âYou didnât need to protect me because I couldâve handled that! Way better than you, who started a fight!â you retort, your voice rising with anger.
Stunned, Namjoon huffs in disbelief, jaw working overtime. âYou were standing there for a solid five minutes, hands shaking, and stuck in place!â
He saw that too? Shit. Heâs right. You couldnât even move, and once again it was just like the summer right before freshman year of college. Right when he broke up with you and the last time you ever faced him. You hate having to recall that day when it felt like all the love you poured into this human you cared for so dearly became dried up and nonexistent.
Not wanting to admit your faults and being in a partially drunk stupor, you let your cold nature take over.
âWho even asked you to do that?â you snap, your tone cold and defensive.
Namjoon only stares at you, unblinking and feeling the distance you suddenly put in between him. âWho asked me? Whoââ he begins, but his words trail off.
This silence cuts through the night air. For once in your life, Namjoon cannot find the right words to articulate his thoughts. He suddenly looks flustered, debating what he should even say.
And in that second, your harsher features start to soften in realization. You regret your bitter question aimed at him and reflecting on your past trauma. Why did you have to say that? What the fuck is wrong with you? You used to be more calm and collective for fucks sake. Who even are you anymore?Â
Namjoon can be petty by nature too, though heâs never been like that toward you.Â
âSays the same person whoâs been in a fuck buddies deal with Yoongi and Jimin.â
Silence once again. Except now, it is accompanied by a light shower. Itâs raining.
Your mind, however, is very loud right now. Screaming internally with millions of questions. More importantly: How the fuck did he find out? Did the other guys spill to him? Or did he know all along? Since when?Â
âJoon, thatâs justâŚitâs notâŚâ Cat has your tongue now.
He chuckles bitterly, âAm I even mad? Nah, âmadâ doesnât even cut it.â he mutters, his voice tinged with sadness. He looks down at his hands, now covered in droplets of rainwater, and sighs heavily. âIâve been good at hiding it, but itâs been so fucking upsetting how stupid you three are for doing that. But how the fuck could I have confronted yâall?â
âWell if it werenât for you making out with Jihyo at the party right in front my eyes, then this wouldnât have happened. I just got so upset and ran off. Yoongi was only trying to comfort me, but I was the one who initiated everything. So if youâre going to hate someone, hate me.â
You may have lost Yoongi and Jimin, but the idea of Namjoon hating you and losing him hurts so much. But if you have to end things, might as well do it now.
So fucking much.
âNo.â He mumbles.
âWhat?â âNo.â Namjoonâs voice is much clearer, and definitive. He stares into your eyes, but before you can fully process his response, your own words spill out in a rush of guilt and self-loathing.Â
âUh Iâve been sleeping with our other two best friends, and even that wonât get you to hate me?â Tears blur your vision and you struggle to formulate a coherent discussion of every selfish thing youâve done. âI feel like the shittiest person alive right now! Yoongi and I basically did that out of frustration against you and Jimin becoming distant and changing. Then Jimin ended things with Irene because he liked me all this time and then he got caught up with me and Yoongi and now we got into a fight andââ
âIâm never going to hate you, Y/N.â Namjoon interrupts, his voice steady and filled with unwavering conviction. âBecause even if you did that shit, itâs clear as day to me why you did all of that. Itâs because youâve been in love with me all this time too.â His words hang in the air, a profound acknowledgment of the truth that lingers between you.Â
There it is.
The thoughts you never wanted to address, not even to Yoongi on the night of the Gamma party.
Namjoon finally realized too. You hate to thank Yeonjun for making the dots connect in his mind.
âWell, congrats on opening Pandoraâs box, because youâre right.â you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
Is he going to say something sassy, like âIâm always right!â? You wouldnât even mind him shoving it in your face, because you deserve it after all. You got yourself into this mess.
Namjoon rises from the sidewalk and you find yourself enveloped in his warm embrace under the rain, his arms a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of your emotions. In that moment, you realize that perhaps thereâs still hope for the two of you, despite the mistakes and misunderstandings that have plagued your relationship. As you stand in Namjoonâs embrace, surrounded by the gentle patter of raindrops and the soft glow of streetlights, you find the courage to bare your soul to him.
âNamjoon,â you begin, your voice trembling with emotion, âEver since we first became friends, Iâve felt something for you. Itâs hard to put into words, but itâs always been there, just lingering beneath the surface.â
You pause, your thoughts drifting to the countless moments youâve shared with himâthe laughter, the tears, the late-night conversations that stretched into dawn about the most existential topics. From elementary until now. Each memory is etched into your heart, forming a tapestry of emotions that binds you to him in ways you never imagined possible.
âBut itâs not just you,â you continue, your words spilling out in a rush of honesty. âYoongi and Jimin, theyâve also carved out a place in my heart, each in their own way. Itâs complex, messy, and kinda overwhelming.â
Your voice wavers as you confess the tangled web of emotions that have plagued you for so long. âBut you, NamjoonâŚyouâre the first love I never wanted to admit. I really wanted to take this to the grave if I could.â
Namjoonâs arms tighten around you, offering silent reassurance as you lay bare your deepest fears and desires. You already know how he feels, but him having the chance to hear you out probably eased every one of his own doubts and concerns.
As the rain continues to fall around you, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the scene, you feel a sense of serenity wash over you. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only you and Namjoon standing amidst the gentle rhythm of the rain.
With a newfound clarity, you tilt your head up to meet Namjoon's gaze, the air thick with anticipation. His eyes, dark pools of warmth and understanding, reflect the same emotions swirling within your own heart.
In this moment, there's no need for words. The unspoken longing between you hangs heavy in the air, a silent symphony of desire and yearning that binds you together.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, you reach up, your fingers tangling in the damp strands of Namjoon's hair. His breath catches in his throat as you draw him closer, your lips hovering just inches apart.
And then, with a surge of courage born from the depths of your heart, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips against his in a tender, tentative kiss.
The world seems to stand still as your lips meet, a symphony of emotions surrounding you, with a euphoric dizzying.Youâre not sure if itâs the alcohol in your system doing that anymore. This is purely you in this moment suspended in time while the soft caress of your lips are against his.
For a heartbeat, you linger in the sweetness of the kiss, savoring the taste of rain and desire on his lips. And then, as if Namjoon becomes more confident in the moment, he deepens the kiss, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as you lose yourself in the intoxicating embrace of each other.
And this is where you realize, in the gentle patter of rain and the soft glow of streetlights, that this is where you belongâin Namjoon's arms, with his lips pressed against yours, in a world where love knows no bounds.
You pull away from the kiss, a soft giggle escapes your lips. The sound mingles with the gentle patter of raindrops around you. "I've wanted to do that for so long," you admit, a playful glint in your eyes. "Even when you were being annoying and scolding me at times, I thought it would've been better to shut you up with a kiss."
Namjoon's cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink, his gaze shifting away shyly. "I...I wouldn't have minded," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. You love seeing this flustered side of him, and hope you can see more of it.
Before you can respond, the sound of wet footsteps interrupts the moment, and you turn to see John emerging from the house, followed closely by Soyoon, Jungkook, Hoseok, Taehyung, and San, who peer curiously from behind him.
"Are you lovebirds done over there?" John teases, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he gestures to you and Namjoon.
You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, feeling embarrassed that you were likely caught kissing Namjoon. Though, besides Johnâs question, no one else comments on the situation. "Um yeah, I think I wanna go back home," you say, your gaze shifting to Namjoon, who nods in agreement. "I wasnât feeling good earlier, had too much to drink." "Thatâs why I told you to be careful!" Jungkook chimes in, scolding you jokingly as he tries to earn some brownie points from Namjoon for looking out for you. âYou didnât say anything!â You expose him, eliciting laughter from everyone present. Even amidst the lighthearted banter, your mind drifts back to Yeonjun, more or less because youâre worried about him taking legal action against Namjoon. âWait, is YeonjunâŚâ
âYeonjunâs going to be fine," Jungkook reassures, making you sigh in relief. "Hueningkai and Beomgyu helped take him up to his room. He was pretty drunk, so we donât think heâll remember anything that happened tonight.â
Relief washes over you at Jungkook's reassurance about Yeonjun's well-being, the worry in your chest easing slightly.Â
âAlright, Iâll take you and the others back,â John announces, motioning for you to follow him to his car parked across the street from the frat house.
As you approach the vehicle, you turn to Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook across the street. âAre you guys heading back too?â
Hoseok shakes his head with a smile. âNah, weâll stick around for a bit longer, make sure everything's all good here.â
âThe night is still young for us, but go get some rest, Honey,â Taehyung says, gesturing for you to get in the car.
You give them a grateful smile, appreciating their willingness to stay behind and look out for any potential trouble.
With a final wave, you climb into John's car along with Namjoon, Soyoon, San, and John himself, ready to return back to campus. The engine revs to life, and soon youâre turning the street corner, leaving the chaos of the frat party behind you. As the streetlights flicker past, you lean back in your seat, feeling a sense of relief and contentment wash over you.Â
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âIâll help take Y/N inside and then walk back home,â Namjoon tells John as he shuts the door of his car. âAlright, just text me when you make it back. Have a good night, guys.â John waves, exiting the parking lot in front of Hwasaâs dorm and disappearing in the distance. He dropped off Soyoon and San at their dorms across campus, so he is just headed back to his off-campus apartment. Before you swipe Hwasaâs student ID to enter her dorm, you suddenly feel your stomach churn with nausea. Maybe it was the ride back that made you queasy, or the fact that the only contents in your stomach were alcohol. Without warning, the urge to vomit hits you like a tidal wave, and you bolt towards a nearby bush, clutching your stomach in distress. Namjoon's eyebrows furrow in concern as he watches you rush away. He quickly follows, his footsteps echoing against the pavement as he reaches your side. Without hesitation, he holds your hair up to prevent the puke from sticking to it accidently.
You continue to retch, emptying the contents of your stomach into the bush, Namjoon stays by your side, offering silent support and comfort. His reassuring presence helps to calm your racing heartbeat, grounding you amid your discomfort.
âI-IâŚreally hate throwing up so much,â you admit between gasps, your voice trembling with embarrassment.
âI know,â Namjoon replies softly, his tone understanding. âYou shouldâve been more cautious.â
You nod weakly, acknowledging his words even as you struggle to regain your composure.
âI know that,â you murmur, pushing yourself upright and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. âBut I was upset...sadâŚneeded something to take my mind off of the stuff with Yoongi and Jimin.â You swipe access and enter the building together.
âYeah, how did all of that happen?â
âWell, itâs a long storyâŚâ
And you proceed to tell him everything that happened, from the night you first had sex with Yoongi all up until the fight that Jimin initiated at Friday Night Game Night two weeks ago. While you told him the story, you got changed, brushed your teeth, and drank some water to rehydrate you after the vomiting. He sat on your bed, watching you do each task and listening to you carefully.Â
Once youâve completed your routine, you join Namjoon on the bed, sinking into the soft mattress beside him.
âI think the answer is obvious, but we made that pact because weâve been in love with you for a long time,â Namjoon begins, his voice soft as he gazes up at the twinkling string lights that adorn the room. âSometime during junior year, we were at Yoongiâs house and just started talking about our feelings and didnât know what to do.â He lays back against your pillows, sighing. âWe didnât want to ruin our friendship with you and we also didnât want to make you uncomfortable,â Namjoon continues, his tone tinged with regret. âWe didnât think youâd like us back because you were occupied with other guys on your mind back then. So, at that time, we decided to agree that neither of us would pursue you and move on.â
âExcept that Yoongi decided to say fuck it,â you interject with a wry smile, remembering the impulsive decision that changed everything.
Namjoon chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement. âYeah, we had tried to move on, though Yoongi probably couldnât let you go, so he went for it. Canât believe he did that, but I wouldâve done the same if I were in his shoes.â
He turns to you, his expression earnest as he asks, "So, what are you going to do, Tiny? How are you planning to reconcile your friendship with them?"
You pause, feeling stress settle heavily on your shoulders once again. Itâs a dilemma youâve grappled with countless times, each solution more elusive than the last. "I still don't know," you admit, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "In an ideal world, I'd love to be with you and them, but is that even possible?"
Namjoon's eyes soften with understanding as he listens to your concerns. "Thatâs a thing, you know," he suggests tentatively. âItâs called being in a polycule together."
You gasp, the concept both surprising and intriguing. "A polycule?" you repeat, your mind racing with possibilities. "Do you think...could that really work?"
Namjoon nods thoughtfully, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering sincerity. "Maybe," he replies, his voice tinged with cautious optimism. "It's definitely something worth considering, but we'd all have to think about it more and talk it through together."
A polycule. You canât deny how much youâd be down for the idea. The thought of being in a loving, supportive relationship with Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi is undeniably appealing. However, there are other things to consider, like the future of the relationship and how you could ever present this to your own families. No doubt your parents would get a heart attack. But maybe, youâd figure out how to make this work. You donât have to publicly get married, maybe you could just frame it as being single forever with your other single best friends. Itâd be like that article about the seven Chinese girlfriends buying a mansion to retire and die together.Â
You move to straddle Namjoonâs lap excitedly, âI want to try that,âÂ
Namjoon's expression shifts from contemplative to surprised as you straddle his lap, the sudden change in proximity catching him off guard. He blinks, momentarily taken aback by your boldness, before a soft smile spreads across his lips.
You look at his beautiful deep brown dragon eyes, always so mesmerizing.Your heart flutters at the sight, reassured by the warmth in his gaze. You're acutely aware of the intimate closeness between you, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes, igniting a flicker of desire deep within you.
For a moment, Namjoon doesnât respond. Heâs caught off guard, thinking about how cute you look being on top of him like this. When he doesnât respond right away, you give him a puzzled look.
"You're only wearing underwear under your oversized PokĂŠmon t-shirt?" He teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
âHuh?â Your cheeks redden, âY-You could tell?â
âYeah.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat as Namjoon's hand brushes against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. His touch is gentle yet electrifying.
Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, Namjoon pulls you down, your lips meet his in a kiss full of need and desire.
As your lips meld together in a tender embrace, the kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and intense. You feel the gentle pressure of Namjoon's lips parting, inviting you into his mouth. With a soft whimper of desire, you accept the invitation, allowing your tongue to dance against his.
He starts undressing you, from your t-shirt to your panties, eager to finally have you after all this time. Once youâre naked, you pull yourself back up and let him bask in the view of you. Heâs awestruck by the sight of your perky breasts.
He takes a moment to admire your curves, his eyes lingering on the way your rounded hips fit perfectly into your waist. He traces the line of your belly button with his fingertips, marveling at the way your skin feels under his touch.
You watch him, enjoying the way he looks at you, and suddenly you're desperate for more. You reach down and cupping his face, pulling his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss.
Your fingers trail down his arms, tracing the muscles beneath his shirt, as his hands slide up your sides, grazing your ribs before moving up to cup your breasts. His touch feels divine, his fingers gently tugging at your nipples, sending shivers down your spine.
His lips travel down your neck, leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses as he goes. You can't help but moan softly, your head falling back in pleasure. He runs his tongue over the swell of your collarbone, and then moves downward, his lips leaving a hot, wet trail as he goes. He sucks gently on your nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin.
You arch your back, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on your body. You feel his hands slide down your belly, the warmth of his fingers tracing circles on your skin. He kisses his way down your stomach, his lips leaving warm, wet kisses in a trail that leads to your hips.
You can feel the anticipation building up inside you. Your breath catches in your throat as he reaches the top of your thighs, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. You're not sure what he's going to do next, and that's part of the thrill.
He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire. He moves to remove his sweatpants, his shirt, and finally his boxer briefs.
You watch him, your eyes widening as he stands before you, completely naked. It's the first time you've seen him without clothes, and it's a sight that takes your breath away. He's been your best friend for so long, and now here he is, vulnerable and exposed in front of you.
His erection sticks up prominently, a testament to his arousal. He's bigger than you expected, and the sight of it makes your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.
Before you can think about it, you reach out and touch him, tentatively wrapping your fingers around his shaft. It feels warm and hard in your hand, and you can't help but marvel at how it's throbbing beneath your touch.
He moans softly, and you can tell that he's enjoying your touch. You run your thumb over the head of his penis, feeling the slit that moistens with pre-cum. It's an intimate moment, and you canât believe this is the first time youâre able to touch him this way.
You stroke him gently, feeling his muscles tense and relax as you do. His hips move subtly, as though he's enjoying your touch. You're grateful for his trust in you, and for the connection that's brought you to this moment.
As you continue to stroke him, you feel his hand on your thigh, gently running his fingers up and down your leg. It's a small gesture, but it means the world to you. It's a sign that he's not only comfortable with where this is going, but that he's also enjoying himself.
He leans in close, his lips brushing against his ear. "I'm so glad we're doing this," he whispers. "I've wanted this for so long,
âAnd I'm so glad you're here with me."
You can't help but feel a surge of emotion welling up inside you. This wasn't just about having sex with Namjoon, but the long, slow burning affection you and Namjoon have likely had for one another. You nod, your cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and affection.
He smiles warmly at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. "I know you're nervous, but don't worry," he reassures you. "We'll take it slow."
You nod, swallowing hard as you take a deep breath. This moment feels like something you've been dreaming about for years, and you're both nervous and excited all at once.
Namjoon's fingers trail up your inner thigh, and you can't help but moan softly as his touch sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You reach down, and tentatively guide his hand towards your now soaked core, your legs parting slightly to allow him access.
He gently slides his fingers between your labia, feeling the dampness and heat that awaits him. You gasp as his fingers brush against your clitoris, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.
"Is this okay?" He murmurs, his voice low and filled with concern. You nod, unable to speak past the desire now coursing through you. âWords, please baby girl.â
The nickname immediately catches you offguard but you donât comment on it. Your horniness yet again clouding your ability to question things.
âY-Yes!â
With this confirmation, his fingers slide inside you, two, then three, stretching you gently as he explores your depths. You can't help but moan loudly, your body arching into his touch.
"You feel so amazing inside," he whispers, his fingers moving in and out of you in a steady rhythm. You can't help but thrust your hips into his hand, desperate for more.
He leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers continue to thrust inside of you. Your body is alive with sensation, every touch, every kiss, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.
As he continues to fuck you with his fingers, you can feel your orgasm building. It starts as a gentle tingle, then grows into a throbbing need that courses through your entire body.
"I'm going to come," you gasp, your voice shaking with desire. Namjoon grins, his eyes shining with need as he increases the pace of his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles.
"That's it, baby girl. Cum for me," he urges, his voice low and filled with lust.
Every thrust of his fingers and every circle of his thumb brings you closer to the edge, until finally, you can't take it anymore. The band unwinds and you start to squirm in place.
You lay there, breathing heavily, waiting for the high to go down. You feel somewhat embarassed that he just did this to you and saw you come. You canât help but want him more of his touch. You want him inside you.
"Namjoon," you breathe, your voice rough with desire. "I want you to be inside me."
His eyes flash with desire, and he pulls his fingers out of you with a soft pop. He moves towards the bed, his erection leading the way.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice deep and filled with anticipation.
You nod, your heart racing as you watch him position himself at your entrance. You can feel his knees between your legs, and the heat of his body presses against yours.
"You can do it without the condom, Iâm on BC." you whisper, your voice shaking with nerves and desire. âI-Iâm ready.â
With one smooth motion, Namjoon pushes himself inside you. You gasp at the sensation. Holy fuck, heâs huge. Can you really fit him in you? Youâve never experienced someone this big. Namjoon senses your discomfort and is about to ask if he should stop, however, you wave him off.
âPlease keep going, Joon.â Your body clenches around his erection as he continues, filling you completely to the brim.
"Fuck," he mutters, his eyes locked on yours. "This feels better than I imagined."
He places his hand right below your stomach, and you can see the switch in his demeanor become darker. He smirks at you. âI can even feel myself right hereâ
âH-Holy shit,â These are the only words you can let out as he starts to further dominate you.
âIâm going to start moving, okay baby?â
âMhm.â Just nodding in agreement, you brace yourself for what is about to come. Namjoon's eyes never leave yours as he begins to move inside of you, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first before growing more forceful with each passing second. You cry out with each stroke, your nails digging into his back as he fills you completely.
Your hips start meeting his movements, your body craving the sensation of him inside of you. You moan loudly, your body arching into his touch.
His cock slides in and out of you, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure that leaves you breathless. You reach up, your hands gripping his shoulders as he continues to fuck you.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, his voice filled with lust. "You're so tight."
As he plunges deeper into you, he leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue dances with yours, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you harder and faster. You donât want it to end, but you can feel the building tension within you again, the waves of pleasure threatening to overflow.
Every thrust brings you closer to the edge, and you know that you're not far from coming again. You arch your back, your hips moving in time with his thrusts.
"I'm going to cum," you gasp, your voice shaking with need. Namjoon groans, his eyes locked.
"Then cum for me, baby girl," he growls, his voice deep and filled with lust. He thrusts harder and faster into you, his body bucking against yours as he drives himself deeper into you.
Every thrust of his hips sends another wave of pleasure coursing through you. Your body is alive with sensation, every touch, every kiss, every thrust sending you higher and higher.
You can feel your orgasm building, pulsing through your core, and you know that this time it will be even more intense than before. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with desire, and you can feel your climax reaching its peak.
"That's it," Namjoon mutters, his voice ragged with desire. "Cum for me, baby girl. Let me feel you come on my dick."
The words send you over the edge, and you scream his name as you come, your body convulsing around his dick.
"F-Fuck!" you scream, your voice echoing through the room. "Joonie!"
He feels your muscles clenching around him, and he knows that he canât hold on much longer. He slams into you one last time, his own release building to a shuddering climax inside you.
"I'm cumming," he groans, his voice hoarse with passion. "Fuck, I'm cumming!"
As you both reach the peak of your orgasms, your bodies are shaking with the intensity of the pleasure. Breathing heavily. Sweating tremendously from the heat. Your nerves feel alive, and the overwhelming desire for him grows stronger.Â
As the waves of aftershocks subsided, he pulls out of you gently, his cock glistening with your wetness. He breathes heavily, his eyes filled with laughter as he helps you clean up. It has been quite the experience, and you both know that this will probably become a regular part of your love life.
After cleaning up, he helps you into bed, spooning you from behind. You can feel that he was still hard under the sheets, and you giggle at his persistence.
"Joonie, you're still hard," you whisper, a smile on your face.
"I know, but I don't want to cum again just yet," he replies, his voice low and filled with desire. "I want to hold you like this for a while." He caresses your cheek gently.
You snuggle into his arms, your heart full of love for him. You drift off to sleep for a bit, before you wake up again wanting to do it again. This time, spending time pleasuring him. You suck his dick and deepthroat it, despite his worries.Â
With this event, you know that your life will never be the same again. Namjoon has forever changed you, as well as Yoongi and Jimin and you couldn't be more grateful.
All that is left is figuring if you can make the polycule idea a reality.
Would it be insane if youâd try it? If you helped initiate the virginity race, then you could do this too. +++++++++++ [Extra POV]
Meanwhile, inside the house, chaos slowly dissipates as Soobin and Taehyun rush to tend to Yeonjun's bloody nose on the floor. Jungkook, guilt-ridden, is apologizing profusely for his friend's actions, his words tumbling out in a rush of remorse.
Beomgyu and Hueningkai, Yeonjunâs other close frat brothers, arrive on the scene. Beomgyu's laughter ringing through the air as he chides Yeonjun for his reckless behavior.Â
"Man, you're lucky Namjoon didn't knock you into next week!" he jokes, though there's an edge of concern in his voice. âCanât believe you thought it was fine to go up against a guy three times bigger than you!â
âBeomgyu, shut the fuck up. I donât want to hear it.â Yeonjun groans as he holds a crumpled tissue paper to his nose waiting for the bleeding to stop.
Hueningkai turns to Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok, sighing, "Guys, your friend Namjoon needs to get out of here soon before the cops decide to show up from the commotion," he says, his tone urgent.
Hoseok nods in agreement. "He'll be out soon," he assures them. âTheyâre outside talking it out. If they donât wrap it up in 15 minutes, Iâm dragging his ass to Johnâs car or Jungkookâs.âÂ
âYoooo, what the hell happened?â Soyoon chimes in with John and San trailing behind her. She looks at the sight in the living room all confused.
âThe guy on the floor is Honeyâs ex and Namjoon fought him because he was being an ass.â Jungkook summarizes, make the three nod in understanding.
âGod, can you all shut up and stop talking aboutââ Yeonjun winces in pain, making Soobin panic.
Taehyun, his patience wearing thin, scolds Yeonjun sternly. "Well, what did you think was going to happen?" he chastises. "Jungkook told me Namjoon is in the gym five times a week, and all you do is shotgun beers and chase tri delts."
Taehyung chuckles at the remark, unable to resist the humor in the situation. "Yeah, you might want to rethink your strategy next time, buddy," he quips, though there's an underlying seriousness to his tone.
âI wanted to be friends with Y/N again.â Yeonjun slurs, his lips pouting out. âCan I have another drink?â
âBut you see where that got you!â Soobin intervenes. "And no!â He firmly denies Yeonjun's request for another drink. "You've had enough drinks for one night, Jjun.âÂ
Yeonjun grumbles in protest, but Soobin's resolve is unwavering. With a supportive arm, he helps Yeonjun stand up, steadying him as they both rise. "I think you should go to bed," Soobin suggests softly, his tone gentle yet firm. "We'll handle slowly dispersing people out and tell them to go to another party."
Yeonjun nods. Beomgyu and Hueningkai step forward to offer their assistance. Beomgyu slings an arm around Yeonjun's shoulders, offering him a supportive grip, while Hueningkai moves to steady him from the other side.
"Let's get you to bed, man," Beomgyu says with a sympathetic smile, his tone reassuring.
Yeonjun leans on them for support, grateful for their presence as they navigate through the crowd.Â
But as he stumbled along with his friends' support, Yeonjun couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of regret gnawing at him. Maybe he shouldn't have been so hostile, towards you or Namjoon. It wasn't fair to you at all. It wasnât why he wanted to talk to you anyways
He couldn't shake the guilt that washed over him as he thought about your past together. He'd acted out of jealousy and hurt, hoping to reclaim a piece of something that was long gone. But now, faced with the consequences of his actions, he realized how foolish he'd been.
With this, heâs closing the door forever.
All he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep off the alcohol-induced haze.
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a/n: 3 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT. we are getting closer and closer to the eventual polycule we might get... or not. this was probably the most exciting chapter to write because it was planned since LAST AUGUST. literally before any chapter of this series dropped. rae and i had been plotting the yeonjun v. namjoon fight since then and ironically yeonjun was in apartment 404 and filmed a fight scene. so thank me for manifesting yeonjun fighting lmao. it took me a little over a month to write because i had job interviews and rae was busy with life/school to edit as well so apologies on the delay, but it is here now. i will try to work on ch 10 and make sure it doesn't take to long, but i have to be job searching so it might take some time again. the goal is to finish this series before the anniversary in late august so we will see. would love to hear y'alls thoughts or theories on what will happen to our favorite quad and the rest of the house next chapter. thank you all for reading!
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How important was it, really, that Alexander didn't have more brothers? He had Karanos, and it there's the gossip that ATG or his mother killed the boy. Philip Arridhaios apparently wasn't seen as a direct challenge and ATG kept him around. But if Philip had more healthy male offspring around Alexander's age, would that have threatened his hold on power, the partition of the empire or even the military campaigns themselves (the brothers becoming generals for example)?
Philipâs (Lack of) Sons
So, first I need to correct the bit about Karanos. He didnât exist. Justin gave baby EuropÄ a sex-change. No historian reports two children for Kleopatra EurydikÄ, and Justin alone names a boy. We get two children when modern historians try to reconcile Justin and Diodoros/others. But Justin gets things wrong a lot. So, where Justin disagrees with other historians, Iâll go with the others (especially if itâs more than one). Justin wasnât simply epitomizing Pompeius Trogus; he had his own agendas and themes, so he changed things when it suited him.
Therefore, âKaranosâ = EuropÄ,* born just a few days (maybe a week or two) before Philipâs murder.
The wives and children of Philip are reported in a fragment from Satyrus preserved in Athenaeus (13.557b-c). Of his (living) children, we have four girls (KynannÄ, Kleopatra, ThessalonikÄ, and EuropÄ), and only two boys (Arrhidaios and Alexander).
I specify living because ancient accounts donât usually list children who died young unless it somehow impacted events. So, the murder of EuropÄ, which led to the suicide of Kleopatra EurydikÄ, means EuropÄ got a mention whereas if sheâd died of some childhood disease, weâd probably not hear about her.
Ergo, itâs possible Philip did sire other children who simply didnât survive long enough to make it into the historiesâespecially if theyâd been born (and died) in his earlier years. In Dancing with the Lion, I invented a son (Menelaos) by the shadowy Phila of Elimeia, who died young, specifically to illustrate that point.
The two-to-four ratio of boys to girls suggests Philip fathered girls more than boys. Would more boys have endangered Alexanderâs place? Certainly, if they were around his age. But not if they were notably youngerâanother point I make in Dancing with the Lion: why Alexander is less upset by Philipâs seventh marriage than his mother. The chance that Kleopatra Eurydike might bear a male child threatened Olympiasâs position far more than Alexanderâs. Even some of my colleagues seem to forget that. While yes, sons and mothers did form a political unit at polygamous courts, that doesnât mean that threats to the motherâs status necessarily entailed threats to a sonâs. Philipâs marriage to Kleopatra EurydikÄ was just such a case. Any son she produced wouldâve been so far behind Alexander in achievements (and thus, a shot at the throne), that the marriage was no threatâwhich is why he attended the wedding. That makes events at the wedding very curious indeed! And convinces me that we donât even begin to have the whole story there.
I made up some things in Rise (no spoilers), precisely because we donât know and I had to come up with something that didnât make Alexander into a reactionary rube. Too often people point to him as a âhotheaded youthâ who made a mountain out of a molehill at his motherâs instigation. Folks, he was eighteen or nineteen. Hotheaded (always), but not some little kid to jump at shadows and Mommyâs tales. Something truly threatening generated that level of reaction from him (and beyond what Diodoros relates at the wedding). It wasnât fear of being replaced by an as-yet-not-even-conceived infant brother--unless Philip had other reasons to replace him, and there werenât any ⌠on the face of it.
Anyway, I want to end by pointing to the Big Pink Elephant in the room that way too many people seem to forgetâŚ.
AMYNTAS PERDIKKA was Alexanderâs chief rival, not Arrhidaios or a fictional infant brother. Amyntas was older than Alexander, the only son of Philipâs older brother Perdikkas (III), whoâd been king before Philip. Amyntas didnât become king when his father died in battle precisely because he was only about a year old, while Philip was c. 23/24, and the kingdom was in crisis. Being a baby was also why Philip didnât kill him. He needed an heir until he could father his own.**
So despite being the eldest Argead after Philip and the legitimate son of a former king, Amyntas spent his life as âthe spare.â Imagine the resentment that would have generated. Itâs not an accident that Alexander had him killed inside six months of taking the throne. And itâs probably in that time frame that Amyntas wouldâve staged a bid for the throne himself. After all, not only was he an Argead, with military experience, he was married to Philipâs eldest child, who was already pregnant, showing he was fertile. He had a really good claim.
Such a clearing out of competing Argeads was standard for any new kingâs first year or so. Itâs what whittled down available Argead males from the five sons (and progeny) of Alexandros I to just three at Philipâs death, a hundred years later: Amyntas, Alexander, and Arrhidaios. Alexander wasnât unique in house-cleaning. Philip had killed his three half-brothers upon taking the throne, keeping only Amyntas, his nephew. This was so typical itâs of note that Alexandros II not only didnât get rid of Perdikkas (III) or Philip (II), but kept around his half-brothers too. It was the exception, not the rule (perhaps because all of them were still too young to be a threat?).
So basically, given Argead patterns, the survival of male siblings/cousins depended on a couple things:
The age of the sibling(s)/cousins. Siblings and half-siblings who were notably younger were likely to be spared if they didnât appear to offer an immediate threat. After all, the new king needed an heir until he could father his own.
The apparent competence of the sibling(s)/cousins. Arrhidaios is our best evidence for this: Alexander took him with him to Asia to keep an eye on himâprevent his use as a stooge in a coupâbut he otherwise kept him alive.
The kingâs personal relationship with the sibling(s)/cousins. This is obviously very hard to determine, as our sources may not tell us, or not tell us honestly, but even if itâs hard, that doesnât mean we should neglect it as a possible motivating factor. It may, in fact, explain why Alexander II (Philipâs older brother) didnât kill his siblings. He may have loved them (and them, him). While we canât say from the evidence, we also shouldnât dismiss that as a possible motivating factor.
Here's an earlier posts about Amyntas, btw.
AMYNTAS PERDIKKA
* The names themselves are a give-away. âEuropÄ,â like âThessalonikÄâ was bestowed in celebration of Philipâs military victories. By contrast, âKaranosâ (which means generic âchiefâ) isnât a royal Macedonian name at all. Bill Greenwalt talks about the nameâs significance in one of his articles, but I canât now recall which.
** There is some question as to whether Amyntas was ever king, however briefly, due to a reference to an âAmyntas IV.â But many of us believe that was part of a challenge to Alexander later, not proof that Amyntas was king briefly, and Philip his regent.
#asks#Philip II of Macedon#Philip of Macedon#Alexander the Great#Arrhidaios#Perdikkas III of Macedon#Alexander II of Macedon#Amyntas Perdikka#ancient macedonia#Argead Macedonia#Inheritance in Argead Macedonia#Karanos#Justin lies
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Damian as a little brother. A trained assassin, yes, but also the family's youngest.
Here's how I think that plays (Part 1?)
Damian & Tim
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Worth mentioning that I headcanon Tim as a gamer. Now, to me, Tim is a 90s kid. He played pokemon on his Game Boy when it first came out. He had a nintendo 64, a gamecube, and basically every console you can think of.
Because the timeline is not time lining, and he's not allowed to grow up (side eyeing DC), he now is a switch kinda kid.
Cue short story
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Every time Tim is at the manor or the cave, Damian can't help but notice he's always using a strange console. He's never paid much attention to it. After all, what Tim does in his free time is of no relevance to him.
But one night, after patrol, he sees Drake throw the console away angrily and leave the room, cursing. (Not real curses, mind you, not with Alfred around).
Now this. This is ... intriguing. Anything that could make the older boy angry, Damian could find interest in. So, out of curiosity, he approaches the device and examines it. Black, two bright controlers on each side. Nintendo is written on the back, and Damian think he does remember a few classmates carrying similar consoles in their bag. They used them to play games that would get them yelling and laughing when on break from lessons.
A gaming console then. Is this what had Tim so riled up? He thought Drake to be above such imbecilic distraction. The older boy has such a practical mind. Damian cannot picture him spending all of his free time playing a child game. And enjoying it. He has to be doing something else with this.. Switch? Something worthwhile.
He must figure it out. So he opens the console, and confusion flows through him at what he sees. These graphics are horrendous. A pixelised and ridiculous robot is giving a speech on the screen. What in the world is Tim playing. The robot turns into a dancing man. What.
Graphics start to flow on the screen. Damian does his best to avoid what he understands to be attacks and to fight back, but his character is ridiculously weak. He is defeated quickly and extremely annoyed. When the screen tells him to "stay determined," he scoffs. This game is taunting him. Ridiculous.
So when the game starts again, instead of fighting the ridiculous robot man, Damian tries to find an ennemy he can slay. And he does! He makes his way back and win a few fights. Now that he understands the concept better, this game- well it's not so bad. He just defeated another ennemy when Drake comes back. And as soon as he sees him with the console, he's yelling.
Damian thinks it's a bit too much. After all, he only played a little and gained experience points. Which Tim was lacking. He says so, but then the older boy goes quiet. Deadly quiet.
Drake takes a step forward, and weirdly worried, Damian takes one back. The yelling picks up, and now Tim is chasing him, throwing cussions and curses at him. He finally catches Damian and rips the console away from him. After pressing a few buttons, he whines and pinches his nose, looking so mad. Disappointed. And that does it.
Damian yells back and demands an explanation. Why is Tim so angry. He does not understand. What did he do that was so wrong?
The questions seem to settle Tim, who deflates, and now simply looks defeated. His head falls back and he starts to talk, as if to explain, but then he stops. And smirk. That can't be good.
Next thing he knows, Damian is sitting in the den. The console is connected to the television, and he's playing the game from the beginning. Tim is sitting next to him, offering no advice. Drake said he would understand what he did wrong once he reaches the end of the game, but really, Damian thinks he's doing great at winning so far.
#Yes the game is Undertale#And Damian ruined Tim's pacifist run#Tim is getting sweet sweet revenge#dc universe#batfam headcanons#damian wayne#tim drake#batbros#batfam#undertale#damian al ghul#short story
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Continuing the series Miles and Gwen plague my thoughts, Morales-Stacy family version đ
I personally like the original idea of the Earth-8 comic but I'll improve it with my touch.
First, I love that Miles and Gwen share last names. It's important both because it shows that Miles and Gwen are still their individual people, but they also love sharing each other's lives and that hyphenating shows that.
Their eldest daughter is not called Charlotte, but Elena. Elena Rio Morales-Stacy. In honor of her two grandmothers, since Elena is the Latin spelling of Helen, and Rio is kind of obvious, in addition to being a name that means light, which it would be for Miles and Gwen.
As for Max, his name is Aaron George Jefferson Morales-Stacy. Because there was no way Miles would stop honoring the most important men in his life, and Gwen would do it for her father too. Not to mention that the meaning of strong would be very appropriate.
Elena is 4 years older than Aaron and they would both have a good relationship with each other, despite normal sibling tensions. You know, sharing things, telling on each other, fighting on the roof of the house and breaking a chandelier onceâŚ
They would easily be the most beautiful children you would ever see in your life, I mean⌠have you looked at Miles and Gwen? The genes these kids inherited are insane! Beauty runs in the family blood.
I like to think that they are both a perfect balance of Miles and Gwen, and that Elena inherited Gwen's eyes while Aaron inherited Miles's. They would have curly hair and their skin tone would be more similar to Rio's.
To Rio's pride, btw, the two are bilingual, in addition to being well involved in the cultures of both parents. When Gwen became pregnant for the first time, she and Miles had a serious conversation about how they would raise their children, so both Elena and Aaron were raised in a Spanish-only household until they went to school. As Gwen at this point already spoke fluent Spanish, it wasn't a problem. Rio and Jeff also greatly influenced Elena and Aaron's early years of creation. You need to be proud of your roots after all!
Elena and Aaron, like their parents, would have a spider bond with each other, this being fraternal rather than the parents' obviously romantic one. Which would make them both very protective of each other, always letting them know that one is in danger. However, being her mother's daughter, Elena is the more protective of the two.
And this happens because Elena has a ridiculously refined and sensitive spider sense, something that Gwen suspects comes from herself, since from the films, it seems that Gwen has a spider sense beyond the ordinary and Elena would inherit it.
Aaron loves dancing. He especially likes breakdance and hip-hop, although he also knows salsa and ballet, being a popular dancer in the neighborhood where the family lives. Sometimes he participates in school competitions and the whole family enjoys watching. The Morales-Stacys are the best hypemans you will ever meet.
Elena is an excellent singer and is part of a band! Gwen and the Mary Janes sometimes like to go to rehearsals, and when they do a show, the whole family goes to watch. Elena also likes to sing in karaoke and at home.
Unlike Miles and Gwen, and just like Mayday, Elena and Aaron were born with spider powers. Therefore, Peter helped and continues to help a lot in their creation, having his own share of experience. He's Uncle Pete to them.
Elena and Aaron have a lot of uncles and aunts in general. Hobbie teaches them the importance of thinking for oneself and questioning absolutism (something both Miles and Gwen are grateful for), Pavitr brings sweets, practices dancing with Aaron, and the two of them plus Elena plan to break into the British museum. Gayatri also visits sometimes, helping Elena with her stage presence, as she is a model after all.
Noir and Ham always tell stories about their dimensions and this entertains the brothers a lot. Margo and Peni visit a lot too, as they and Gwen have game nights every Wednesday, as well as teaching lots of technological tricks.
Miles G. is a funny case in itself. Since I think he and Miles are going to become like brothers in Beyond, he definitely wanted to be present in the lives of his honorary nephews, and as soon as both Elena and Aaron were a year old, he started visiting them⌠and both of them cases, kids think he is their father and then confused because "daddy has a twin now?" when the two are together.
Well, that's what came to my mind. Thank you and good morning!
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So now I must know every thought you have on Xeno. Specifically how well would he connect to other people/relationships, your favorite headcanon/least favorite headcanon, favorite food, and biggest fear. And any other information.
I also ask for your favorite ship/character or the easiest ship/character to write.
Also hi!! I hope your day has been going well.
hi hello welcome to my blog its a mess here rn but we will find a way to fix it (soon hopefully!)
And I hope your day is also going very well <3333
Here's a couple posts i have that center around Xeno: <3 :D and here are the ones about his relationships! Xenodora 1 2 and one a small insight on his relationship with Lucius! ę°á˘. .á˘ęąâËâš
The thing about Xeno is that isolation is a crucial part of his character! I've said before that he's basically in a maze and never wants to leave and when he does it's because of Pandora (when she dies, he takes Luna and hides further). He's alone with creatures and beliefs of his own making, the ghost of his wife dancing, the shadow of a "brother" in the corner, and his daughter's pale white hair as a mirror of the moon.
He doesn't connect with others outside of his family very well and even then he's kinda disregarded by everyone in his family except his mother, he was very isolated in Hogwarts, and even he and Pandora didn't get along very well initially. His views and eccentric thinking tend to throw people off balance and drive them away, he creeps them out, and sometimes he doesn't understand the line between being blunt or just straight-up rude (he's a bit tone-deaf). He's so in his head that he comes off as passive (derogatory) and spoiled/selfish by others.
That's also why I can't see him with anyone except Pandora (and maybe Evan), she'll always be the only person who can understand the way his mind works and I just can't see anyone else doing that (I'm sorry đ)
My favorite HC of them is that they are genderqueer and very pretty! I mentioned before that Xeno loves white, they look like an angel and easily the brightest person you can pick out at a party! But that is before they run off with Pandora! When he was with his family, his white clothes were constantly replaced/cleaned when dirtied but now that he isn't with the Malfoys anymore, he likes to leave his clothes "marks of his thinking" (dirt/mud/blood from running around the woods) but it's also kinda meant to represent how lost they are now that Pandora is gone (the common trait of depression is lack of energy/motivation to do basic tasks)
I don't really have a least favorite since I'm open to a lot of things but one I just can't see is the age gap where Xeno is this way older guy than Pandora. Idk he's very childlike to me lol
He's very into sugary things! Gives him energy! He's like Regulus in that sense that they are inhaling cakes and candies whenever they get the chance! I like to think Lucius would shut him up with some grandma-esque candy from their fireplace when they were kids and Narcissa would catch him sometimes just sitting in the kitchens listening to him rant about something around him as he ate a cake in the middle of the night.
HE SHOULDVE BEEN A BIOLOGY TEACHER (he reminds of my bio teacher from last year actually lol) he bushes the boundaries of life BEYOND WHAT IS POSSIBLE HE'S LIKE LIFE JUST LIKE PANDORA!! THEY ARE BOTH CREATORS OF THEIR OWN WORLD THEIR OWN FAMILY!!
I think his biggest fear is Luna, since Pandora is already dead at a certain point, this possessiveness derives from fear. That's his daughter, the only thing left of his love, the only family they have now, his flesh and blood so carefully crafted together to form the most beautiful little girl with pretty eyes like her mother and moonlight hair. He isolates Luna with him in a maze of overgrown vines because it's the only way he's ever felt happy and maybe his daughter will be happy away from everyone too.
Maybe at one point, he feared the loss of his older brother but as he grows, he'll come to accept that he never had a brother in the first place.
And yes, I like the thought of him being Lucius' younger brother.
on a lighter aspect, Lucius and Xeno are def the brothers who go out to buy groceries in the middle of the night in their PJs
On the second part! I think the easiest character that comes to me is Regulus! I carefully had to work with his character for a couple months and even now I'm making slight tweaks but I'm pretty satisfied with him rn! (On the other hand, James is a weird one for me, the way I view him is very different from how others view him so I'm working on carefully drawing a line I can balance lol) (plus Barty, he's an odd one to write) but writing Bartylus is very easy for me! Their relationship is like the most normal thing about them so it's like writing a teenage romance lol (jegulus is pretty tricky for me to get down since they are complex for me) (But make no mistake I LOVE JEGULUS AND WRITING THEM it's so satisfying when I get the dynamic just right!)
#ivan gets the mail#phew thats a lot lol#xenophilius malfoy#xenophilius lovegood#xenophilius x pandora#xenodora
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i canât remember if i ever posted this but it is, once again, from the drafts
cw: fem!reader, slight age gap, reader is gojoâs sisterâs best friend, mentions of fingering, mentions of alcohol and parties
youâre gojoâs sisterâs best friend. you both met in college and graduated together, eventually living in the same city. and satoru... well, satoru has always had kind of a thing for you. it really only became noticeable though, once he entered university.Â
satoru is a mommaâs boy. a good kid and an even better student. heâs younger than you by three years, just barely 21 while youâre 24. heâs still in university, a bit on the wild side but who isnât at that age? especially when they look like that.Â
but youâre grown. youâre mature. youâve got a 9 to 5 job working for the man. you really canât be wasting time with your best friendâs younger brother. no matter how hot he is now. no matter how sly he is, or how charming you find that mischievous grin he wears. really, youâre too mature for this. heâs too juvenile, too wild. you want to settle down. meet a man who is ready for that and he simply... isnât.
but heâs so charming. you see him sometimes when you visit with his sister. stopping by his apartment when she drops something off or picking her up from his place after she spent the day bumming around and being a general nuisance. but the way he thinks of you becomes painfully obvious at parties.Â
you go at his sisterâs request which is really his request. and heâs always so attentive to you. he asks you things. how the party is, if you like the music, if you need another drink, if you know just how good you look tonight. itâs all the same somewhat flirty spiel of questions accompanied by that familiar grin. like a predator. like someone astutely confident in their ability to bag someone.Â
satoru should be confident. in all his 21 years, heâs never had any trouble getting what he wants, especially not when it comes to women. heâs a smooth talker with a pretty face and social skills most con men would kill for. really, heâs a knockout.Â
he really puts the moves on you at parties too. leans in close, touches your thigh when he talks, shamelessly letâs his eyes rake over your figure. but you always respond the same. come back in two years. thatâs what you tell him. and satoru always responds that heâs always been into older women. heâs got a thing for them. well, he has a thing for one older woman.Â
âiâm not into younger guys.â your response is firm, teasing. because you do have a thing for one particular younger guy. really, at this point itâs just pride. youâre both mature. youâre both adults. you just donât want to admit that the gap you see between him and you is nearly nonexistent. it would give him too much satisfaction.Â
satoru just leans back, drumming his fingers along the fabric of the couch because he knows youâre lying, at least when it comes to him. heâs really too smart to have not figured it out. but he clicks his tongue and smirks at you, the kind that turns his eyes to slits before speaking his response. itâs easy in his mouth, practiced, and certain. âfor now.âÂ
you watch him go. you watch the broad expanse of his back, the way you can see his muscles through his shirt, the pretty face he sports so effortlessly, and his large hand that dwarfs the cup he holds.Â
itâs only pride because youâve been lording your age over him since your last year of college when his sister finally let you meet him. youâve been holding it to him that youâre in charge because youâre older. because heâs a freshman in university and youâre a senior and what you say goes. but you were wrong about this.Â
satoru proves it to you through this little dance you do, through his blatant displays of attraction, through the way he flirts and eventually, the way he fucks. because satoru fucks like heâs made for it, like he knows your body like the back of his hand.Â
satoru asks you while heâs knuckle deep if you still think youâre in charge. months of pent of attraction, of pent up emotions lingering between hate and desire come to a blinding apex. you thinkâas he makes you come on his fingers and then on his cockâthat maybe hate and desire arenât opposite, but adjacent.
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru x reader#jjk smut#MINORS DNI#[ đ â writing ]#ive forgotten how to tag and post on here#tw: age gap
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hey!! <3 Too Sweet for the wip game if youâre still doing it because i still remember you mentioning you were working on it (havenât stopped thinking about it since)
I can't remember what I said when I first started talking about it, so apologies if this a repeat! WIP Game
Too Sweet is based on the Hozier song, obvi! It's told from Bucky's point of view as he watches Sam date, and recover, from a variety of partners who should be ideal for him, but just don't work out for one reason or another--usually related to what Sam was attracted to about them in the first place. Someone kind and gentle can't handle the Captain America danger. Someone in his running group is too focused growing better for themselves. Someone who knows/works with him as Cap only treats him as Cap, etc etc. And Bucky silently pines and aches (and hates all of these people for leaving Sam) because he thinks Sam is too good for him/he's too bad for Sam. It's supposed to be a 5+1 but I dunno how many more fake partners I have in me lmao
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"Don't sulk. And stop chewing on your nails," Rhodey said, appearing in the chair beside Bucky with a frankly uncanny quiet.
Bucky looked away from where his gaze was drilling into Sam and the man he was dancing with. "I'm older than you," Bucky pointed out. "You can't order me around."
"I outrank you too," Rhodey pointed out with a small smirk.Â
"You and most of the army. Tweety outranks me." He nodded off towards Joaquin, who was not watching Sam the way he normally did. Instead, he was three people deep into an animated story and an adoring crowd.
"It's not going to last," Rhodey continued. He usually had some remark about how Joaquin was a 'good kid' or something, but clearly he had a mission today.
Bucky took in a steadying breath as he dragged his eyes away from Sam again. "Have you met Winston? Even I like him. He was practically gift-wrap-made for Sam. Sam's crazy about him."
"Sam likes him," Rhodey accepted. "And they're pretty cute. But it's not going to last," he repeated.Â
"Why do you say that?"
Since beginning to spend more time with Sam--and following him around like a shadow when he could--he'd learned that Sam and Rhodey had become close friends, despite all of the bullshit that tried to get between them. Rhodey was the kind of noble that Bucky thought only existed in fairytales, so it made sense him and Sam found camaraderie in each other. There was some super-secret Air Force bond that Sam wouldn't tell Bucky about, too. Bucky liked Rhodey. He thought he was level-headed and no-nonsense, which Bucky was appreciating more as he realized how rare it was nowadays.Â
Still, Rhodey could be nosy when it came to Sam. Could be as bad as all the old folks down in Louisiana, who were the reason Sam was slow dancing and laughing with Winston now. Bucky always had a suspicious side-eye ready when Rhodey brought up Sam in a less than professional context.
Like talking about his relationship not lasting.
Bucky gnawed on his cuticle again and watched Sam get spun around in a dizzying turn combo. He watched him catch himself on Winston's chest and hide his laugh against Winston's shoulder.
"Because I saw the way Winston reacted to Sam getting home last weekend."
Bucky bit down on the side of his finger too hard and tasted copper instantly. "He came all the way to DC to see Sam?"
Rhodey shrugged. "Sure, but he was freaking out about it. We were a day late, comms were out of the question. Winston was losing it."
Bucky shot him a strangled sort of look. "You're complaining that he's a concerned partner?"
Rhodey rolled his eyes. "Sam wasn't even hurt. Imagine how he's gonna react the first time Sam winds up in a hospital or a fall is caught in HD and plays on the news for a week straight."
"I get pissed off about things like that," Bucky pointed out.
"But you stick through it. I'm just saying, a lot of soldiers lose partners who can't handle the danger of the job. Imagine dating a superhero."
Bucky couldn't imagine it. Being best friends with one was exhausting enough and he was one himself. All of the people who kept his bed warm were hardly interested in his long-term wellbeing. It's not something he thought about often.
"Sam's always alright," he said. "He's the last guy someone would have to worry about. He's smart out there."
Rhodey leveled him with a skeptical look. "Isn't there a 'Days since last self sacrifice' countdown on your fridge?"
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âż âż ăolder brother skz finding you with a guy
â° pairings : older brother ot8!skz x sibling! fem reader
â° warnings : mentions of sex ed ( pretty short although), indirect mentions of violence, implied angst as well, cursing, reader's bf is an asshole, mentions of break up, mentions of cheating as well
â° synopsis : your older brother finds you with a guy and well there could be various outcomes
â° word count : 1.4k+ words
๨âৠchan
i feel like chan would be the chill bro
like he loves you, he does but he doesn't want to seem as those clichĂŠ annoying brothers so he'll act normal
BUT if the guy ever makes you cry, chan's on his way to the guy's house along with his members
chan would absolutely hate it when you cry because of a guy
he'll not give you space thinking you need a shoulder to cry on and would lay beside you and distract you by playing video games or simply talking to each other
he would find himself getting a bit sad when you're on the phone texting someone but would try to brush it off
everytime a guy even looks at you in a weird way he would glare at them
he even created a whole powerpoint with points and body language of guys. basically mentioning each and every single detail to keep you away from those toxic guys
being the eldest kid, he felt like he has responsibility to look after the younger ones
and he does that everytime. without failure.
๨âৠminho
the moment he sees you with a guy outside the convenient store he would literally have to double take a look
his sister, HIS younger sister with a GUY ???
oh he is so going to tease the hell out of you
he would click a good amount of pictures and smirk like a devil
later on he would confront you about it and blackmail you saying he'll tell it to mom
would make you do every single work assigned to him
and the moment you hesitate he is almost about to fake call mom
would make kissing noises and hand gestures each time you're about to go on a date or facetiming the guy
but when he sees that you unhappy, he's going to have a little chat with the guy
let's say that it did not end well at all
would realize his mistake and mumble sorry everytime he sees you
would do anything to make you forgive him
though his ways were a bit more violent, he knew that the guy anyway didn't deserve you
and that minho is always right with his instincts
๨âৠchangbin
the type of brother to literally interrogate the guy
would ask the guy if he works out and if he says no, changbin would throw you a disappointed look telling you could do better
would scold you both and explain about sex education, embarassing the hell out of you
he loves it sm although !
but at the same time he can't help but think of how fast you grew up
would also help you with your outfits
he has the guy warned to drop you home safely and before 9 !!
if the guy ever hurts you, don't worry. changbin has your back
he's also the brother who would feel a bit awkward on how to approach you so he would just quietly sit by your side, watching your favorite movies with you
i swear the moment he sees you laugh it's like he can breathe normally now
he promised himself to never let you cry over a guy again !! must protect
๨âৠhyunjin
the type of brother who would judge the guy and his choice of fashion
would fake gag loudly whenever he sees you blushing and would roll his eyes the moment he sees the guy's face
"please donât tell me that frog is my future brother in-law"
would constantly spy on you both to figure out what you were both upto
the moment you two break up he would hit you with that "i told you" but when he realizes you don't even react, he would literally let you cry in his arms
would send you a sad playlist to help you let it all out
would sneakily take your phone, get the guy's number and would block him on all socials before sending an annonymous text to the guy
would make goofy faces while dancing just to make you laugh
would let you do his skincare for a month if it means he gets to see you move on from that asshole
๨âৠhan
the brother who's jealous that he's still single
would glare whenever you both show pda in front of him
so damn annoyed (x 100)
but at the same time he'll keep an eye on the two of you, especially the guy
the moment you two break up he's gonna be so relieved but ! the realization would hit him and he would walk up to your room and talk to you for hours, helping you get it all out
out of rage he would even write a few diss tracks for the guy and make you listen to it
the moment you start vibing or screaming out the lyrics he would feel like he won in life
the other members know about and would let him pull a taylor swift knowing very well that the guy deserves it
han would probably even post the song online and would anonymously troll the guy
what's a revenge without some fun?
๨âৠfelix
brother? no! he's your 4lifer
knows every single gossip of your college and your friends
so it's no surprise that he was the first person that go to know you were dating someone
will most likely start thirdwheeling on your dates
he would even invite the guy over to watch a match
and the moment you break out the news that you both broke up he's literally gonna be even sadder than you
would sigh out loud on purpose and hug you tightly mumbling that he was good company
but the moment you tell him it was the guy's fault, felix would switch up real quick
would throw insults and say speeches on how the guy was a dumbhead and all
jokes apart, he would actually feel guilty for mentioning the guy in front of you and would apologize to you and swears that he'll be careful from now
who needs guys when you have brothers like him?
๨âৠseungmin
he IS the bully
would laugh mockingly at you both and make memes saying how he finds couples cringey
would literally yell out embarrassing things about you to the guy
would even show your baby pictures and snicker
there is no way in hell that he could get a better opportunity of revenge !!
but honestly he's gonna share the gossip that you're dating with the other members just so they can't keep flirting with you
he has grown kinda annoyed
he still can't digest the fact that people find his sister pretty
although, he thinks you are but he loves irritating the hell out of you
being seungmin's sister, he shouldn't expect any less from you
you would fake cry making him panic because if mom finds out it's over !!
and when you cry for a guy, that guy is over
seungmin is very protective when you get sad because of someone else
he would frown and his arms would find your sides, bringing you in his embrace since he knows how much you love his hugs
you're like his little star and he would absolutely feel his heart shatter seeing you sad
๨âৠjeongin
the type of brother who would hate it when you started dating his best friend
would roll his eyes when you take his best friend/ your boyfriend away from him
it was irritating the heck out of him
how dare YOU date HIS friend?
but later on he kind of got used to it
and when the two of you break up it's like time stops for jeongin
not only did you lose your boyfriend, but jeongin lost his best friend in a way too
hurting jeongin's sister was a bad bad move
and poor jeongin felt helpless seeing you looks so miserable for a cheater like that guy
he would take you out to arcades or take you boxing because it's his way of taking his anger out and maybe it might help you as well?
little tmi, it actually did
you could feel yourself healing and getting over that guy and jeongin could feel his sister's crazy antics returnings
so suddenly he felt like he regretted it when you barge in his room wiggle your eyebrows for no reason
he's no less either. he would run behind you like a monkey and tackle you to the ground before tickling you hard
it's weird, how in many ways the annoying part of jeongin shows just how caring he is
hey anon hope you liked this >< i changed the ending to angst although because i love angst (guilty) đđ
#ॱଳÍ#stray kids x reader#skz fluff#scenarios#skz scenarios#skz x reader#bang chan#minho#han#jeongin#hyunjin#changbin#seungmin#felix
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I imagine that after Saruhiko had his daughter, he began to hear a lot of people commenting, online and IRL, that daughters "always hate their parents as they hit their teens" and that gets Saruhiko increasingly more anxious with each birthday (he genuinely believes she'll just hate him as soon as the clock tells her she's 14 or something). He is, however, surprised that his daughter never shows any signs of growing to hate him even tho she keeps aging and is getting closer to adulthood now. He feels superior to all the other mothers in the parenting group for having a daughter who doesn't resent him lol.
This probably all seems perfectly sensible to Fushimi, whoâs hated his parents since birth and only saw his hatred become purer as he hit his teens. Also somehow I really like the idea of him ending up in this parenting group full of gossiping moms, like his kid made friends with their kids when she was young and he just got kinda absorbed into the group. They sit around and talk about their kids and gossip about their useless husbands (Fushimi likes to mention his useless boss and his idiot best friend) and talk about the neighbors (Fushimi is learning so much, he canât believe Mrs. Yamamotoâs neighbor cut down part of their tree without asking, she should stab him for that). Fushimi being a first time parent they all find him very adorable and want to help him out, they think itâs cute how attached his daughter is to him. They do warn him though that isnât it sad the way they become less affectionate to their parents as they get older and be aware that when she becomes a teen sheâll probably start hating you for a while.
This makes Fushimi vaguely uneasy as his kid gets older, like when will the switch be flipped and sheâll start hating him. He thinks heâs prepared for it, since all the girls warned him, but really heâs very anxious about the idea that his daughter will one day start telling him to go die the way he did with his dad (also Fushimiâs baseline for âhating your parentsâ is far above a normal personâs anyway, so while the ladies in the parenting group just mean that like sheâll get mad at your for not letting her stay out all night or whatever Fushimi is thinking that sheâll loathe him with every fiber of her being and stop coming home in order to deliberately avoid seeing him). As his daughter gets into her teen years though she remains remarkably well-adjusted and happy and at some point it starts to dawn on him that his kid doesnât hate him after all. When the other ladies talk about how they have such a rough time with their kids Fushimi gets to sit there looking smug because his daughter doesnât resent him at all, sheâs never told him she hopes she can dance on his grave or anything the way he did with his dad.
#Fushimi Saruhiko#Talking K#good dad Fushimi#okay but I need Fushimi in the parenting group#gossiping with all the middle aged moms#Fushimi feels like Munakata would get on well with them somehow#he's so proud that his daughter doesn't want him to fall down an open manhole like he did with his parents
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