#and he’s like ‘did I f-ing stutter?’

[lambcow]

Spock: random chance seems to have operated in our favor.

Bones: in plain, non-Vulcan English, we’ve been lucky.

Spock: I believe I said that, Doctor.

[chocos-universe]

Well then...

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--Jax was being a bitch rabbit, like always... and Ragtha had enough. And Ragatha got mad.--

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|Lees: Jax||Lers: Ragatha, Pomni, Zooble, Kinger, Caine, and Bubble|

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"WHO PUT BUGS IN MY ROOM?!?!" Ragatha yelled, stomping on the stage where (mostly) everyone was. "Woah there! What's all the commotion about?" Caine asked, floating around with bubble. "Did you say insect collection??" Kinger asked as Zooble glared at him. "What is with you and that f***ing collection...?" "Zooble!!" Caine yelled at Zooble as Zooble rolled their eyes. "I-I didn't put bugs in your room R-Ragatha...n-no one was really in your r-r-room..." Gangle said, stuttering. Pomni looked around and shrugged. "Everyone's room is locked, right...? And only we have the keys to our room..." Pomni said before realizing. "Wait..." "Hey, fellas, what's up?" Jax said, walking in as Ragatha GLARED. "Jax... did you put bugs in my room?!?!?" Ragatha shouted as Jax had his normal smug smile on. "Maybe~" "JAX!!! THAT IS MY ONLY FEAR, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" "Whatttt? It was funny! You're super mad right now anywa-- WOAH!!" Jax's eyes widened as Ragatha pounced on him "Wh-Wha??!!" Pomni covered her mouth in surprise.

Jax then started...giggling...?

"EEP-- R-Rahahahagatha!! I-It tihihihickles!!" Jax's giggles were oddly sweet and silly. Ragatha spidered her fingers all around his sides. "Tickle Tickle Jax...~" Ragatha teased, chuckling at the youngers blushy face. "Uh...is this normal...?" Pomni asked, looking at Caine. "Why, of course! Everyone gets into tickle fights sometimes! ...Zooble isn't ticklish, though..." Caine said, sounding a little disappointed. "It's true." Zooble said, having their arms crossed. "Anyone wanna help me??" Ragatha asked, having her happy smile on. "...Alright. But only cause Jax will suffer." Zooble said as he took off his arm.

(Quick thing- Jax did call Zooble a "He" in the pilot. So, I'm considering Zooble as a He/They in this:3)

"Nohoho!! Dohon't help her!!" Jax said in between his silly little giggles. "Too late, Jax." Zooble said, tickling Jax's stomach. "EEEK-- Zohohohohoble!! Nahahahaho!!" Jax kicked his legs a little bit. Kinger looked at the younger ones and blinked. "...Eh." Kinger walked over and dug his fingers into Jax's armpits. "AH-- KIHIHIHIHIHIngeheheher!! D-DAAAOHOHOHONT!! BUHUHUHUHUBBLE!! NAHAHAHAT THE EHEHEHEARS!! NOT THE F***IN EHEHEHEHEHEHEARS!!" Jax's curse got bleeped out. Bubble licked Jax's ears, making the poor dude squirm and squeal. "GAHAHAHAHAHAD D*MN IHIHIHIHIT!! *shreik* STAHAHAHAHAP!! F***ING STAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAP!!" Jax pleaded, reaching the point of tears coming out of his eyes. "This is fun," Kinger said in a happy tone. "Come join us, Pomni!" Ragatha said, smiling. "NOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHONT!!" Jax protested. His ears twitched as his tail wagged a LOT. He hated this, though. "U-Uh..." Pomni looked hesitant until Caine spoke up. "I can help with that!" Caine swayed his cane around as Jax's legs were stuck in place. "F***!! POMNI DOHOHOHONT!! AH-- F***!! Z-ZOHOHOHOHOBLE!!" Jax SCREAMED as Zooble pinched at his ribs. "U-Um..." Pomni shook a little and lightly brushed her fingers along Jax's foot. "P-OMNIHIHIHIHIHEHEHEHE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! I- I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!!" Jax pleaded as he was squirming around admitting his defeat(kinda). "Then say sorry!!" Ragatha said, going crazy on his sides, making Jax S Q E A L. "NAHAHAHEHEHEHEVER!!" Jax kept on squealing, shrieking, and squirming. Pomni looked at him and squeezed Jaxs knees while tickling in between Jax's lil toe beans. "EHEHEHEK-- POHOHOHOHOHOMNI!!! DOHOHOHO-- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Jax's voice got squeaky and snorty. "Say you're sorry!!" Ragatha said, smirking. "OK!! OHOHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!! I'M SAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! I'M F***ING SAHAHAHRRY!! JUST GET OHOHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHEHEHE!!" Ragatha stopped and smiled. Everyone else did as well.

"Learn your lesson?"

"...Absolutely f***ing not." Jax ran off

"I-- JAAAAXXXX!!!!!!!"

<End>

[jj-stay]

bathe in passion pt.5

Word count: 350

Pairing: chan x stya{ stay /reader}

Genre: smut

Rating: 18+

Warnings: wet dream, penetration, no prep, dom chan, readers a perv, crying, cringe worthy stuttering

☪️ Master List ☪️

sorry for the short story format I'm not trying out a new writing style but i just started college and i am losing the fight first. i promise to fix the story one day when i have time just please be forgiving.

closing the door behind you and, then he carried you to the bed setting you down and climbing to hover over you then started to kiss you again. one thing led to another and he got mad at you for trying to hide your moans so as punishment he just entered in you without preparing you causing you to feel pain,{but not too much as you were already extremely wet that served as you know} that eventually turned into pleasure with every time he thrust into you making you moan and scream. he started going faster and rougher even though you were still having trouble adjusting to his size. you started to tear up,

"ba-baby"

"you're too big"

"you're going too f-fast. "

he slowed down and wiped away your tears, and stopped, giving you kisses.

"sorry baby"

"i couldn't hold ba-"

"wake up!" he interrupted himself

"huh?"

"stya wake up right this second and tell me why you are moaning my name"…

you woke up realizing it was all a dream and realized your face was just inches away from his face as he was hovering over you

"aah!"

"what the hell chris?!"

"no, you what the hell, why were you moaning my name in your sleep?!"

"uhm"

"come one babygirl, you woke me up at 2 am with those moans, i'll admit i loved the sound of my name in your mouth, but the least you could do after giving me a raging boner is tell me what i did so i know what my instructions are to please you " you were so flustered you told him everything in one breath realy fast like word vomit hope-ing he wouldn't understand.

" wow i didn't know you were that kinky babygirl… but lucky for you … so am i" he said smirking

"can we just go back to sleep? " you said now super flustered

he removed your hands from your face in which you were hiding behind and said,

"come on baby the least you could do is help me out with the ~problem~ you caused."

yes they did everything she dreampt of and more.

After Mat🟡🟨💛...

[moni-logues]

A Fine Line 2

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader (ft. Hoseok)

Genre: roommates/enemies-to-lovers, non-idol!au, smut, some angst

Word count: 7.2k

Summary: It’s time to rebuild your life. You’ve got a new job, a new apartment, and a future that might be bright. The only problem? Your new roommate.

Content: consumption of alcohol, protected sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), biting, multiple orgasms, some seriously Big Dicks.

Love and thanks to M @here2bbtstrash for beta-ing!

Chapter One | Masterlist | Chapter Three

2 – A Distraction 

It was a Thursday night and you loved Thursday nights. Namjoon was always out and he often stayed out. On this particular Thursday, a bit of time and space to yourself was exactly what you needed. You had the formula down pat: cook a nice meal, take an indulgently long, hot shower, eat properly – at a table, no distractions, just you and your food – and then get stuck in a good book. A simple recipe for rest and relaxation. You were in the kitchen, prepping vegetables, dancing along to the music you’d turned up just a little too loud.  

“Did someone break your heart?” 

You whipped around at the strange voice behind you. A man you didn’t know, had never seen before, was leaning against the counter, looking at you, amused.  

“What?”  

He mouthed along to the chorus of the song you were listening to: ‘And I hate that I hate that you’re happy without me’. 

“Oh,” you said, turning the music down, self-conscious now. “No, it’s just a good song.” 

He shrugged and sauntered over to look at your chopping board. 

“What are you making?” 

“Uh, stew.” 

Still confused, but also mildly irritated that he was interrupting your process, you carried on about your business.  

“Yeah, Joon says you’re a good cook.” 

A flash of anger. 

“Oh, does he now?” You could hear your own tone but he didn’t seem to notice, or he chose to ignore it.  

“So how’s the apartment? You enjoying living with him?” 

You couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that came out; you had assumed he was joking but he looked at you searchingly, his eyebrows coming together.  

“Oh, uh, it,” you stuttered, he had to know, didn’t he? If he knew Namjoon at all, surely he had to know what he was like to live with? 

He laughed. 

“Yeah, he’s not the best roommate; I think even he’d admit that. You get used to it, though.” 

“You’ve lived with him?” 

He laughed again. 

“I’m the one who moved out and freed up your room. We lived together for years.” 

This news rattled you: someone lived with Namjoon, for years, and was still friends with him? Was it you? Were you the problem? You suddenly doubted the righteousness of your anger; were you being unreasonable?  

Then you looked at the dishes in the sink and the clutter on the counter and you remembered the laundry you had re-washed and hung out for him yesterday after finding it, damp and mouldering, in the washing machine. 

“How the fuck did you manage that?”  

The man chuckled. His eyes were watching you carefully, reading you closely. 

“I mean, he’s not a tidy roommate, for sure, but he’s a good guy. Don’t you like him?” 

Now there was a question. His gaze was steady on your face and you tried not to give too much away. How did you answer that question? Not honestly, obviously, but you’d always been a terrible liar. 

“We don’t really know each other that well,” you said simply. You placed a pan on the hob and lit the gas ring, hoping he would just go away. The air felt heavy with everything you weren’t saying and you just wanted him to leave you in peace. This was supposed to be your night. What was he doing here in the first place? 

“Jin? Oh you’re here.” 

You froze, just for a second, swallowing hard and refusing to turn around. Even with your back to him, unable to see him, he made your pulse race. Tonight of all nights, you resented it all the more.  

“We’re going out, y/n,” Namjoon said, addressing you. The sound of your name in his mouth made the hairs on the back of your neck prick and you said nothing. An awkward pause. “Ok, well, see you later!” 

As soon as they left, you turned your music back up, as loud as you could bear. You left your stew simmering low and went to shower. It took all of your self-restraint that night to adhere to your No Namjoon Policy: absolutely no masturbating after a Namjoon encounter, ever. It was a valiant attempt to stop yourself associating him with any kind of pleasure but especially sexual pleasure. It didn’t work, oh, definitely not, he got you as hot under the collar as he did that first day, but whereas that day it made you feel giddy and embarrassed, now it made you furious.  

The water washed away some, if not all of your stress, and by the time you were at the dining table, finishing up your second bowl of dinner, you were suitably chilled out. You cleaned the kitchen and padded to your bedroom for your book and then to the bathroom for a face mask. You applied it and snuggled into the sofa, hoping Namjoon would be staying out very late as he usually did so you could stay there uninterrupted for as long as you liked.  

No such luck.  

You heard the door unlock and panicked. He couldn’t be. It was Thursday! He wasn’t supposed to be here! It was bad enough that he had been here earlier and disturbed your peace, but again? It got worse as he entered, two of his friends walking in after him. You felt something inside you snap; you were so sick of it. Not being able to relax in your own house; feeling on-edge, constantly alert to his (short)comings and goings, trying to arrange your life so you saw as little of him as you could. And now he’d ruined your Thursday. Blind and deaf with rage, you were aware he was talking to you, introducing his friends to you, but you couldn’t hear a word over the roaring of blood in your ears.  

Without a word, you took your book into your room and shut the door. You messaged Lina telling her that you needed her come out with you tomorrow night. You needed a drink or several. And you needed to get out of the house.  

Lina looked at you as you ranted, saying very little. You just needed to get it off your chest and then you would stop talking about Namjoon and the two of you could have fun. You drained and re-filled your wine glass, barely stopping to breathe as you vented your spleen. It felt so good to get it out. You’d complained to Lina before, of course, she knew all about it. She didn’t really need you to tell her again but it made you feel better to say it nonetheless. 

When you finally finished and took a deep breath, she stayed quiet for a while, which was unlike her. She took a sip of her wine – still on her first glass – and eyed you steadily. 

“You’re going to have to do something about it,” she told you. 

“I know! I’m going to go mad if nothing changes! I do not know what I’m going to do though. How do I even s-” 

“The way I see it, you have three options. One: move out.” 

You shook your head. “You know I can’t do that.” 

“Two: fuck him.” 

“I will not do that.” 

There was a pregnant pause before Lina offered you your third option. 

“Then shut up.” Her voice was cold and face set. She wasn’t being funny; she actually meant it. 

You were struck dumb. Lina never spoke to you like that. Lina never spoke to anyone like that. You spluttered, unable to form an actual word in response. 

“Y/n, this has been going on for ages now. You hate him so much that you never, ever stop talking about him. I get it, when I first moved in with Alaric, he came straight from his parents and didn’t know the first thing about looking after a home. But you won’t even ask Namjoon to try-” 

“That’s not true!” You could tell that you’d already had too much to drink by how loud your voice was getting, but you had to fight your corner. “I have tried. More than once actually. He just says he’ll do it and then nothing changes. He doesn’t listen. He doesn’t care. I told you, he has no-” 

“No respect for you, yeah, you did tell me.”  

You didn’t know what to say. You and Lina never fought. You didn’t want to fight with her at all. You couldn’t understand; was she taking his side?  

“I’m not taking his side,” she said, reading your mind. “I’m saying you have to get over it. You’re working yourself up into a frenzy. I’m not even sure you really do hate him!” She held up a hand to silence you as you opened your mouth to protest and looked you dead in the eye. “I think you like him; I think you took one look at him that first day and accidentally threw your heart at him and then when he didn’t respond how you wanted, when he didn’t read your mind and make the first move, you decided to blow these little roommate things out of all proportion and hate him instead, because you can’t stand actually feeling your feelings and you would rather mask them and distort them than face them head on.” 

There was a small pause in which you could say nothing. 

“I’m not trying to hurt you, y/n.” Lina’s voice softened and she stretched her hand across the table to you. You sat back, moving away. “Don’t be like that. I’m telling you this because I think you need to hear it. You don’t have to hide from your feelings, ok? These feelings are ok, good even. I wasn’t joking when I said you should fuck him. I really think you should, but not like this. I don’t want you to hate-fuck him and then tell him to clean up his socks and pretend to yourself that that’s a sustainable kind of arrangement, that that’s satisfying, that that’s what you want. I think you need to be honest with yourself and then fuck him, when you can actually let yourself want him properly. Because you are allowed to want him. It’s ok.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. You were winded. And hurt. And livid.  

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” you cried. You got to your feet and brushed her hand from your arm. “I don’t know what the fuck has got into you, Lina. Seriously? Seriously?! I asked you to come out so I could have some fun but I guess I should’ve really known better than to ask you, shouldn’t I? What the fuck do you know about anything? You married the first man who’d have you and just whipped him into perfect shape in your perfect little life, didn’t you? Well fuck you. Fuck you.” 

Lina said nothing and you grabbed your bag and pushed your way, somewhat too aggressively, through the crowded bar. You’d regret that in the morning but she really didn’t get it. Who was she to say those things to you? She didn’t know you. She didn’t know everything. Liking Namjoon; you rolled your eyes so hard you almost fell backwards. She didn’t have any right to say those things to you; she never spoke to you like that. You had never argued, but now, of course Namjoon had got in the way of that, too. 

‘Well fuck everyone,’ you thought as you stalked into the nearest club. The obscene cover charge meant you had never been in before, but tonight you didn’t even hesitate as you tapped your card. You went straight to the bar and ordered three vodka shots. As you swallowed the third, you had a moment of panic that it might bring up everything else you’d had to drink that night, but you pushed it down and turned to the dancefloor. You surveyed the scene, desperately scanning for someone to catch your eye. 

And there he was. On the left side, dancing as if he were entirely in his own world, smiling wide as he sang along. He looked like he was having fun. You snaked your way through the throng, keeping him in your sights at all times. As you got close, you wished you’d had a little more Dutch courage; it had been a while – more than a while – since you’d last done this. You caught his eye as you moved in front of him and he grinned at you, immediately taking your hand and spinning you around. It couldn’t possibly be this easy.  

You were breathless as he took control of you, moving your hips against his, singing in your ear. His slim frame belied his strength and he manoeuvred you on the dancefloor with surprising ease. You surrendered to his joy and smiled, really smiled, for the first time in what felt like forever. You tipped your head back and shook your hair, giving in to feeling good. Your problems could wait. For now, you had a gorgeous man giving you his undivided attention.  

With your back against his chest, your reached back to tangle your fingers in his hair. 

“Having fun?” he asked in your ear.  

You turned in his arms and locked your arms around his neck.  

“Yes!” you shouted back.  

He gripped the back of your neck and brought your ear to his mouth. 

“Would you like to have some more?” 

His breath hit your neck and you shivered. You were pressed so tightly together, you could almost feel the contours of his abs beneath his shirt as his belt buckle dug uncomfortably into your hip.  

Ordinarily, you’d have said no. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have been there in the first place. But you felt good and your last remaining faculties were clinging on tight and this guy seemed nice. Sure, that’s what they said about most murderers, but, fuck it. At least if you were dead, you wouldn’t have to live with Namjoon.  

You pulled back so you could look him in the eye, then down at his mouth. He kissed you confidently, parting your lips with his tongue; you moaned into his mouth. This was exactly the sort of fun you were after.  

He took you to his apartment and, as soon as you stepped over the threshold of his bedroom, pushed you up against the door. He kissed your neck and ground his hips into yours; you could feel the bulge straining at the fabric of his trousers and it made you throb.  

“I’m Hoseok, by the way,” he said, pressing a kiss just below your jaw. 

“Y/n,” you replied, already getting breathless. 

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” 

He pulled back and ran his eyes down your body and back up, taking you in. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and shook his head.  

“Ah, it’s no good.” 

“What? What?” A cold panic shuddered through your veins. You knew there would be something. It couldn’t be this easy, couldn’t be this good.  

“That dress is going to have to come off right now.” 

You laughed nervously, unsure how to react. He raised his eyebrows at you as he pulled his shirt over his head. You were right about his abs. Having dropped his trousers, he chuckled at you, frozen in front of him. He kissed your cheek and grabbed the hem of your dress. He lifted it all the way off and resumed his appraisal of your body. He looked at you so hungrily, it made you feel naked, even though you weren’t… yet. You didn’t think you’d ever seen such undisguised desire. He lightly ran his fingers up and down your side and you shivered, goosebumps raising all over your skin. As he moved a hand behind you to the clasp of your bra, he met your eyes and stopped. He stepped back. 

“We don’t have to do this. Not if you don’t want to.” 

“What?”  

“You’ve got panic in your eyes, love; what are you afraid of?” 

You were afraid that Lina was right. You were afraid you were going to have to fuck Namjoon. You were afraid you were going to live and die alone. You were afraid you were about to fuck this guy and he’d hate it. You were afraid he’d get you naked and then laugh. You were afraid of how much you wanted him and how much you wanted him to want you. You were afraid of everything. 

You didn’t know what to tell him. You just stared, open-mouthed, at him, waiting for something to happen. He smiled so kindly at you, you felt tears prick in your eyes, and he picked up his shirt to drape across your shoulders. He held your face in his hand and you released a shaky breath as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. It would’ve been so easy to let this fall apart, to put your dress back on, burning with shame, and go home. Home was the very last place you wanted to be. Namjoon’s face flashed in your mind and it lit a fire inside you.  

You grabbed Hoseok by the wrist and, shoving your anxiety and shame deep down inside yourself, you turned your head and took two of his fingers in your mouth. Hoseok’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ as you sucked; you shrugged and let his shirt fall to the floor. Letting his hand go, you undid your bra clasp yourself and slipped your arms out of it.  

“You sure about this?” he asked. You noticed him carefully not looking at your exposed chest, looking instead right in your eyes. Yes, you were sure. 

You nodded and pulled his face to yours. He didn’t need telling twice. Grabbing you hard and pulling you in close, he bit down on your bottom lip and growled as you ground your hips against his. He threw you onto the bed and crawled over you, kissing and sucking and biting his way up your body. Your skin was ablaze; you hadn’t been touched like this for a long time. You’d forgotten how good it was. He swirled a nipple in his mouth and you arched your back into him with a moan. Grinding your hips up against him, he felt huge and your cunt quivered in anticipation. He moaned and pushed your legs back, opening you up to him. The friction against your throbbing clit made your walls clench; you whimpered and moaned as he sucked your neck. You couldn’t take much more. You needed him inside you now.  

“Fuck me, please,” you panted, pulling his face to yours. “Please just fuck me.”  

He grinned and pulled back to ferret in his bedside table for a condom. You took the opportunity to shimmy off your knickers, soaked through. As he removed his boxers, you actually gasped. He was so much bigger than you had anticipated.  

“Wow,” you whispered. “Wow, that is…” 

He chuckled and tucked your hair behind your ear. 

You whistled low. 

“Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of!” You laughed and you were joking but it had been some time since anyone had been inside you, let alone of that size. In fact, you’d never taken anyone that big. You wondered briefly if he’d let you take it slow.  

He laughed properly and rolled the condom down his considerable length.  

“Think you can take it?”  

You scoffed, swallowing your trepidation. There was no way you were about to ruin this, not now you’d come this far. 

“You think I can’t?”  

He kissed you and rested his forehead against yours.  

“You just let me know if you need to stop, ok?”  

‘Yeah, sure,’ you thought to yourself as you lay back. He was still looking at you. 

“Let me know, ok?” he asked again. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” you said breezily with a wave of your hand. You almost thought you saw him hesitate but then he spread your legs wider and positioned himself at your entrance. You bit back a moan.  

“Tell me when to stop,” he told you, watching you carefully. 

“Never,” you replied with a grin.  

The mood changed and Hoseok sighed, moving away from you, standing up and removing his condom. He threw it into the bin and turned to look at you. Your body flamed with embarrassment, shame. What had you done? 

“I’m not joking, y/n. This is not going to happen if you refuse to tell me if you want to stop. I’m not here to hurt you or push you into something or make you do things you don’t want to but I’m also not a mind-reader and if you won’t tell me, this is not going to happen.” 

The shame swallowed your first attempts at a response and you sat up, curling into yourself, feeling more naked than ever. 

“I wasn’t, I didn’t, I- it,” you spluttered, panic rising in your chest. You covered your face with your hands. “I just wanted to- I was… I- I wanted to be sexy, ok! I don’t know how!” you cried. “It’s been a while; I just…”  

Face burning, you sat hiding it beneath your hands, hoping the ground would swallow you whole.  

You felt the bed dip as he sat next to you and he put his hands over yours, trying to lower them. You held tight, not letting him see you. He settled for resting his hands on your knees and he let a few moments pass in silence before speaking. 

“You…” he started hesitantly, “You have done this before, right? You’re not a virgin?” 

Shocked and indignant, you flung your hands down. 

“Of course, I’m not! Yes, I’ve had sex before! Oh my god.” You groaned and tried to hide your face again, but he had caught your hands in his and wouldn’t let you.  

“Yeah, I figured not, but I had to get these away from your face somehow.” He grinned. “Look,” he continued, holding both of your hands in one of his and using the other to pull your face towards him. “Look, I need to know that you’re going to tell me if something hurts or is too much or you don’t like it or don’t want to do that or if you just want to stop completely, ok? We don’t know each other yet, so I might not be able to tell from your body or judge your mood or your face right; you have to tell me. You’ve put a lot of trust in me by coming here but it goes both ways and I have to be able to trust you, too.”  

Hot tears of shame burnt in your eyes; you couldn’t bear to look at him and see his kind smile look back at you. You felt like you might disintegrate.  

“Why are you being so nice?” you asked, your voice wavering.  

“Ok, see, now if we knew each other a little better, I’d probably make a joke about being nice because we’ve come this far and I still haven’t got my dick wet, but we don’t know each other so I wouldn’t want to say that to you because I wouldn’t want you to believe it. This isn’t special treatment, y/n; this is just how everyone should treat everyone. Why shouldn’t I be nice to you?”  

He let the silence linger, waiting for you to answer. You didn’t know how to.  

“If I let your hands go, are you still going to try to hide your pretty face?” 

You shook your head. He wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. 

“Tell me what you want.”  

You couldn’t answer. 

“What do you want to do?” 

Mute with embarrassment, you felt paralysed. Every option felt more excruciating than the last. You didn’t know how the night could possibly recover but a stone-cold lump of dread sat in your stomach at the thought of having to put your dress back on and go home.  

“Do you want to go home?” 

You shook your head.  

“Do you want to have sex?” 

You looked up at him, trying to say yes without having to physically say it.  

“Use your words,” he whispered.  

“Yes.” Your voice was quiet and hoarse. 

“Ok then.” 

He kissed your cheek and gently pushed your knees away from your chest, lying you down against the pillows. He lightly trailed a hand up and down your torso and you felt the flutters return.  

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine and you felt heat pool again in your core but you still couldn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say.  

“I- I, want,” you stammered. You were overwhelmed; still embarrassed, still turned on. You felt so exposed, you didn’t know how to uncover yourself further. He held his hand on your waist and brought his face to yours. You wondered where he got his patience; he couldn’t be enjoying any of this. You didn’t think you were worth the effort.  

“How about this: I’m going to tell you what I want to do and you’re going to tell me if you want that or not. Yes or no. How does that sound?” 

“Yes,” you whispered and his eyes sparkled as he grinned and nodded. 

“I want to kiss you.” 

“Yes.” 

His lips barely grazed yours before he pulled back. 

“Can I use my tongue?” 

“Yes.” 

He pressed his lips against you and you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to dance with yours. You moaned and a shudder went through your body, your sensitivity awakening again, swallowing your shame, replacing it with desire. He tasted like something sweet and fruity; his tongue was soft against yours, slow, almost languid. You broke the kiss and swallowed hard, your heart thumping hard in your chest. He gave you another light kiss. 

“I want to kiss your jaw.” 

“Yes.” 

“I want to kiss your ear.” 

“Yes.” 

“Can I bite it?” 

“Yes.” 

He gently bit down on your earlobe, sucking lightly and you whimpered. Barely moving his mouth from your ear, he continued. 

“I want to touch you here.”  

You didn’t need to look to feel the heat of his hand over your breast. You arched your back to close the gap between them as you whispered another yes. He brushed a thumb over your tightened nipple and cupped your breast. 

“I want to kiss your neck.” 

“Yes.” 

“And here?” 

“Yes.” 

“Here?” 

“Yes.” 

He moved his mouth lower down your chest and as he breathed over your other nipple, you pre-empted him. 

“Yes, yes,” you panted. “Yes.” 

He swirled the hard bud with his tongue and gently took it between his teeth. 

“Yes, yes.” 

You rocked your hips, screaming silently for friction. Your walls clenched desperately around nothing and you thought of the size of him again and moaned.  

“I want to spread your legs,” he said, his voice low, almost gruff.  

“Yes.” 

You opened your legs and he moved between them, looking at your dripping cunt with dark, intense eyes. He gripped your legs just above your knees and bit his lip. He slowly closed his eyes for a second and breathed out slowly. He was rock hard again; you could see pre-cum leaking from his tip and your pussy throbbed hard. 

“I want to kiss your thighs.” 

“Yes.” 

He kissed your thighs and licked at the soft skin and sucked lightly and you fidgeted beneath him. He was so close and you needed him to touch you. You were so hot and so wet and you didn’t think you could wait much longer. 

You whined as he kissed your hip at the crease where it met your leg, and your stomach and your mound. 

“Please,” you breathed, so quietly you weren’t sure he even heard you.  

“I want to taste you.”  

You moaned, uttering your yes with a deep shudder, waiting for his mouth on your clit or through your folds. But he moved his head away and you looked up to see him kneel up between your legs. He winked at you and pressed two fingers to the entrance of your cunt. You keened, your quim quivering. He removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as he licked your juices from them.  

With his hands on your thighs again, he looked at you and then at the mess you were making between your legs. 

“Hoseok,” you whined. “Please.” 

He grinned. 

“Sounds like someone knows what she wants.” 

You growled in frustration and he smirked. 

“Tell me what you want, darling.” 

You had no capacity for thinking about what might be sexy anymore; you could barely think at all under the desperation of your desire. You gathered all your strength and cried. 

“I want you to just fucking eat me out already!” 

His eyes sparkled with amusement but he didn’t laugh.  

“With pleasure.” 

He hooked his arms under your thighs and licked through your folds. 

“Fuck,” you both said simultaneously, him quietly whispered against your lips and you loud, moaning as you felt the knot inside you tighten.  

“I want every drop of you,” he muttered, before pressing his tongue inside you. He brought a hand up to press his thumb into your clit, moving in leisurely circles. You couldn’t speak; you reached a hand down to grab at his hair and his eyes flicked to you. He brought his tongue up and sealed his lips around your clit, eyes never leaving yours. He sucked hard, rubbing the soft, wet pad of his tongue over you. Your eyes rolled back and your hips bucked. You could barely breathe and then he slipped two fingers inside you. You gasped as he continued to suck at your pulsing clit while his fingers rocked inside you, pressing hard against your front wall. You knew it was close and you wouldn’t last much longer, the tension in your core sending sparks right to the tips of your toes. 

A strangled cry escaped your lips as he suddenly flicked the tip of his tongue up and back over your clit. Then he did it again and again and you cried out loud, no longer self-conscious, and came hard. You felt like your whole body was cracking open; the pleasure rushed through you and your cunt squeezed hard against his fingers, gushing around them. He kept his mouth against you until you pulled his hair roughly, squirming up the bed away from him. He left a trail of sloppy kisses across your stomach and breasts and when he kissed you, you could taste yourself on him.  

“See?” He was breathing heavily now, his pupils black and eyes glazed. “Isn’t it fun to ask for what you want?”  

You pushed him back, two hands against his chest, until he was kneeling again and you knelt in front of him. He had his cock in his hand, pumping slowly, not taking his eyes off you. You reached out and covered your hand with his.   

“I want to do that,” you whispered and he removed his hand. He was hot and hard and his eyes fluttered closed as you pressed against the underside of his tip, rubbing lightly with your thumb. You leant down, breath ghosting over him and looked up at him through your lashes.  

“I want to taste you,” you told him, your lips barely grazing him as you spoke. He breathed hard through his nose and nodded at you. Opening your mouth, you placed the head of his cock against your tongue and he groaned. You swiped across the head, licking up his pre-cum, and then you closed your mouth around him. You moved slowly, not knowing how much of him you’d be able to take, your hand following your mouth as you took him further and further in. He moaned with a shudder when he hit the back of your throat and you breathed carefully through your nose, tipping your head to open yourself up. Tears sprung in your eyes and your nails dug into his hips as you pushed yourself further down his shaft. You moved carefully up and down, watching Hoseok’s face as he watched you; his eyes were half-closed, his mouth slack, breath starting to come in ragged gasps. 

He moaned loudly when you hummed. 

“Fuck, y/n.” He stuttered, trying to say more and unable to catch his breath. He gripped your hair and you paused. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come right down your pretty little throat.” His voice was strained and low. You moved backwards, taking him out of your mouth, wrapping your hand around him. 

“Do you want to do that?”  

Time slowed for a moment as he looked at you with those hungry eyes. Then, all of a sudden, you were high on your knees, his hands tight in your hair, his face close to yours. 

“I want to fuck you,” he growled. “I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk for a week.”  

Breathing heavily, he waited for your yes before he retrieved another condom from the bedside table. He sat back and lifted you into his lap.  

“Remember what we talked about?” he asked. You kissed him and took his bottom lip in your teeth.  

“I remember,” you whispered back to him and you kissed him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck.  

He held himself at your entrance and you slowly lowered yourself onto him. The stretch was greater than you’d expected and you gasped. Hoseok kept his eyes glued to yours, his hands on your hips. Your cunt was fluttering as you sank down, slowly, his not inconsiderable girth pushing back against it, enabling you to feel the minute contours of his shaft. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you bit your lip, the feeling of complete fullness travelling through your thighs and up into your body. 

“Hoseok,” you whispered.  

“It’s ok,” he whispered back. “Take it easy. You want to stop?” 

You shook your head and sat fully down on his hard shaft. He moaned and squeezed your hips hard. 

“No, I don’t want to stop,” you said. 

You moved, rocking your hips, slowly to start with, still getting used to the feeling of all of him inside you. He groaned against your shoulder and you felt his hands guide your hips, pushing and pulling against him. Your walls didn’t have space to clench around him, spasming lightly as he tapped his thumb against your clit. He pressed harder and your legs twitched. 

“If you do that,” you whimpered, “If you do that, my legs are going to give out completely.” 

He didn’t stop but moved his thumb faster and brought his mouth to your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth and just grazing it with his teeth. You shivered and breathed his name. He took your clit between his thumb and forefinger and rolled, sending a contracting wave of pleasure through your body. He put his mouth to your neck and then your jaw and then your ear.  

“Come for me, sweet thing,” he said, his voice deep and low, sending a thrill down your spine. Your clit still under his fingers, he circled his hips and as he moved inside you, and an image, unbidden, flashed in your mind. Namjoon’s stomach, that strip of golden skin beneath his T-shirt, the dark trail of hair. The tight band that had been holding you together snapped and you cried out, your cunt clenching hard against Hoseok’s cock, your legs wobbling. He hissed and moaned as you squeezed him tight, gushing and fluttering around him.  

You leant against him, your limbs feeling like static on a TV screen. He rubbed your back and kissed your head as your breath came in gasps, not sure how to process what just happened. You had finally managed to forget about Namjoon and then there he was, again, in your head. A spark of rage ignited in your belly. You did not want Namjoon. You wanted Hoseok. You wanted Hoseok to fuck you. You wanted him to fuck Namjoon right out of your head. How dare he intrude here? The anger electrified you, a surge of furious energy flowing through you. 

“Are you ok?” Hoseok asked, his voice soft and gentle.  

You nodded. 

“I want you to fuck me,” you told him, panting. His eyebrows raised and he paused. You told him again. He nodded and pushed you on to your back, pressing your body into the bed, his eyes almost black, boring into yours. 

“Fuck me,” you told him for a third time, grasping his arms with your nails. He grinned and pushed into you again. 

“Fuck, oh god,” he moaned, bottoming out inside you. 

“Faster.”  

He moaned, his hips snapping against you. You lifted a leg, wrapping it across his back, allowing him even deeper and he rewarded you by biting down hard on your shoulder.  

“Y/n. Fuck, you feel so good.” 

You put your lips to his ear. 

“Told you I could take it.” 

He shuddered and groaned and moved his hips faster still. You could still see Namjoon in your head: his long fingers, his thick thighs, his hair in the morning, perfectly dishevelled. You could hear his voice: deep and low, vibrating in his chest. You wanted him out.  

You tried to focus on Hoseok, moving in and out of you, harder and faster as he came nearer and nearer his climax. You flicked his earlobe with your tongue and took it between your teeth. You whispered his name in his ear and felt his cock twitch inside you. You lifted your other leg across his back and tilted your hips. He moaned long and low and you clenched your walls as hard as you could. Swearing profusely, he fixed you with his black eyes and came, thrusting hard, milking his orgasm before crashing against you.  

You looked up at the ceiling and still had Namjoon in the back of your mind. As Hoseok slipped himself out of you, you were overcome with an intense emptiness. You bit back tears as he discarded the used condom in the bin and left the room. Trying to catch your breath, you put your hand on your chest and felt your heart hammering. You couldn’t stand, you could barely even move so you lay there, alone for what felt like forever, trying not to cry. Hoseok re-entered the room, grabbed a few things from a drawer, put on a clean pair of boxers and came over to kneel between your legs. He wiped them with a warm, wet cloth and, when you twitched and squirmed as he cleaned your cunt, he moved even slower, even more carefully, his touch feather light. He kissed your hip and noticed your stillness. He crawled up to you and stroked your cheek. 

“Are you ok?” Real concern etched over his face. 

You nodded and swallowed. 

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” 

“Was it too much? Did you want me to stop?” 

You gave an emphatic no but didn’t know how to explain what you felt. You weren’t even sure you knew yourself to begin with. Hoseok left the room again and returned with a glass of water. You took it with a trembling hand and gulped, suddenly thirsty.  

“You have to tell me if you’re not ok, if that wasn’t ok,” Hoseok told you, his gaze level.  

“It was ok. It was good. It was… a lot. Intense. I-… It’s been a while.” Not a lie but not the whole truth.  

“Here.” Hoseok picked up the T-shirt he had picked out for you and slipped it over your head, guiding your arms in and smoothing your hair. He sat back against the headboard and pulled a pillow into his lap before laying your head down there. He stroked your hair and his gentleness with you made you want to cry more.  

You ran over the night in your head and felt awful about almost all of it. You knew you had to apologise to Lina but you didn’t know how she would take it. This had never happened before and you were so out of line, so in the wrong; you didn’t know how to walk that back. You thought, reluctantly, about Namjoon and then about Hoseok. A man you hadn’t even met when you had left the house that evening had shown you such care, such attention, such respect that it sharpened your feelings against Namjoon who had never shown the slightest inclination to caring about you. Hoseok had asked you what you wanted and when you didn’t know, helped you find it. Once you found it, he let you have it. If a stranger could be that good to you, why couldn’t Namjoon? Then you wondered why it mattered so much to you. Why did you need Namjoon to be good to you? Why did you need him to be anything to you, other than the guy who sleeps in the room next to yours? You wondered if you really had fabricated this whole hateful ‘relationship’ with him; did he even know how you felt? Did he even notice you at all? The thought made you angry and then you realised Lina might have been right. Your stomach lurched and you thought you might hurl. You didn’t have the capacity to think about this right now, to investigate your feelings and clear the tangled mess in your heart. 

You tried to bring yourself back to the present, Hoseok’s thigh between your hands, his hands in your hair, the quiet sounds of you breathing in the silence. You pushed yourself into a sitting position. 

“Thank you,” you said.  

“For something specific or-?” 

“For tonight, for everything. I… I really… I think I really needed that.”  

He grinned at you. 

“Sure, any time.”  

You stared hard at him and he just looked back.  

“You don’t ever look away, do you?” you asked him.  

“What do you mean?” 

“Do you know how much you’ve looked at me tonight, I mean, like at me, into my eyes?” 

He shrugged.  

“Is that bad?” 

“No!” God, you suddenly realised that no one had looked at you like that and actually seen you for a long time. You remembered Namjoon’s piercing gaze and how it felt like he was looking into you, but he never saw you. “You’re good at getting what you want, aren’t you?” 

Hoseok looked thoughtful for a moment and shrugged again. 

“If you don’t ask, you don’t get.” 

You leant over and kissed him firmly on the lips. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” you asked him.  

“I mean, yeah, I pretty much assumed you would; you’re literally wearing my clothes already so…”  

You looked down at the T-shirt he had put on you and grinned.  

When you fell asleep, the world rocking like a ship on the waves as soon as you put your head to the pillow, Hoseok held you close to his chest, and you were grateful to him for grounding you. Despite the spinning world, everything suddenly felt clear. You just hoped it remained that way in the cold light of day. 

Chapter One | Masterlist | Chapter Three

[celebskitten]

The Weeknd's Unexpected Reunion with Bella Hadid. (Fan Fiction)

We all know The Weeknd has been dating with Simi Khadra for 2 years now, but what if he wants to break it off. Simi was throwing a party with her sister Haze. It was happening at Abel's home in Bel Air, L.A. (I have his adress, but if you guys get me to a 1k followers i will give it to you). Anyways back to the story, the party was formal and elgant but yet its more of a teen rager for a party. Abel was just walking about the house, and he didn't seem to be enjoying the party he seemed bored, its not the fist party this was his 176th party he thrown for his girlfriend, in his HOUSE!!!

He needed peace, alone time with his girl, but it SEEEMS that Simi is only dating him for publicity, money and fame. And Abel was tired of that. Simi was modelling down to the bar in her emerald covered dress grabbing champagne at the bar; FOR THE 134TH TIME TONIGHT!!! Abel grabbed her arm; aggressively and pulled her to the side of the room. "Simi, I am f***ing tired of these parties, the paparazzi increasing every single day. It's-" "Too much??", Simi interrupted." Abel, c'mon seriously??, you wanna be a f***ing little p**** right now?? Its just a party-" "It's just a party?? Its just a F***ING PARTY??!!", Abel asked, yelling. "You are just using me, and I am done, and I am tired. You ruining my f***ing life, and you're still a f***ing b****!!! For no f***ing reason!!!!" Abel exclaimed. Simi started to tremble, tears popping out of her eyes, snot from her nose dripping, she uses her hands to remove it, which is utterly disgusting.

"You wanna cry??", Abel asked. "You wanna f***ing cry?? You wanna F***ING CRY, SIMI??"

"Don't try to play the victim, I defended you when people didn't like us together, and guess what everyone was right, you are just using me... you didn't care about my feelings, and guess what, we ..... are done!!" And then he storms off, leaving Simi in total heartbreak.

Abel tries to walk through the room fool of people when he bumped into.... "Abel??" "Bella?? Uh...hi.", Abel stutters. Bella smiled at him, she was wearing a long silk lavender dress in a light shade looking elegant and sexy as ever. "I didn't know you came here, to the party." Abel said, surprised. "Well, Simi called me for us to have a start over so yeah, how are you two doing anyways." Bella asked, surprisingly happy. "We broke up a minute ago, if you are looking for her, she is at the bar." Abel said. "Uhm wow, I didn't expect that, I didn't actually come here for Simi, she did invite but, I was going to be 'late' because I wanted to talk to you!!"

Abel's heart skipped a beat...and somehow blushes. And Bella gave him a flirty look. "Yeah sure, I was gonna go to the roof top if you wanna talk there."

"PERFECT!!", Bella exclaimed.

The two rushed up to the rooftop and watched the sunset to welcome the night. The view was amazing, the sunset was awakening the city lights to welcome the night and the sky turned into a mix of purple, pink and yet yellow?? Making it a heaven for love.

"This view is just so beautiful!" Bella admired. "It's not as beautiful as you are..", Abel complimented. "You know Abel, I always thought that we could last forever, I really want us to be together, but I have one question."

"YEAH??" Abel asked.

"Did you ever love me?" "I did, and I still do", Abel said as stepped forward.

Bella sat down on the ledge and Abel did too, and he moved a bit closer...... "How could I've been so blind??" Abel asked. "You aren't its just a couple of skanks distracted you..." Bella replied, flintily.

AND THEY KISSED, THEY KISSED WITH OUT SPEAKING WORDS. Becausetheir body language speaks for them andd they kissed until the night sky appeared.

[theluckiestwitchatblackwell]

Close to Me - ML Secret Santa 2022

Happy holidays @coffeebanana, I’m your ML Secret Santa!! 

Thank you to @mlsecretsanta for hosting again this year, I’ve missed writing!!

And of course, a massive thank you to @faunusroman for beta-ing this story!

the one who feeds me:

girl he’s staring again

the one who clothes me:

no he’s not. do ur work

the one who feeds me:

see 4 urself

Marinette looked up from her phone, casually sitting on her lap under her desk, and glanced across the aisle to catch Adrien’s blonde mop shaking as he turned to face his workbook again. She squeaked, turning a deep shade of scarlett to match the shade on his face, and immediately returned her eyes to her workbook.

Since she, Adrien, and Alya interrupted the parents’ meeting with Miss Bustier the prior week, they’ve been separated in class to refocus on their classwork. Not a forever thing, Miss Bustier had said, just until the next topic test. Thankfully for them, this was due for next week.

It would be a whole lot easier if Adrien wasn’t staring at her every day in class. She’s not in love with him anymore, damn it. She’s fallen for her partner, Chat Noir, and she thinks he might love her, too.

She doesn’t fully believe that Chat Noir didn’t mean to kiss her just to save her from akumatisation, but it doesn’t matter. She told herself she couldn’t love Adrien while Monarch was still a threat to Paris. Why would Chat Noir be any different? She’s going to live a sad lonely life, fighting crime and spending every waking moment terrified of her identity being revealed and-

Marinette shakes her head, a little too aggressively, then fixated on her workbook.

Adrien knew he had spent too much time staring at Marinette, and not enough on his school work. Words and pages blurred together, and he couldn’t focus on anything but her. He could barely remember what it was he was supposed to be studying. Was it the French Revolution? The themes of Romeo and Juliet?

He supposed, in a weird way, he could be Romeo, and Marinette was his Juliet. What he would give to kiss her as himself.

Why did Marinette want to kiss Chat Noir? He can count the times they’ve spoken on one paw. Is she really just a fan of him? He knew from experience the kinds of weird things fans fantasised about with him, but it feels different. Marinette’s different.

His eyes focused on her again. He just loved the way the sun streamed through the window, perfectly illuminating the kaleidoscope of blue hues in her eyes and highlighting her ha-

Riiing.

“Marinette, can you-”

“Adrien, may I please see you for a moment?” Miss Bustier’s kind voice cut through his own and his head turned, eyes clouded with confusion, though he nodded. Little knives tore and cut at his heart as he turned back to Marinette and her now packed bag.

“Marinette, can you please wait for me?”

“Oh! I, uh, I have to talk to Al-” Marinette stuttered, pointing at a fastly retreating Alya, hand in hand with Nino. Her eyes narrowed, and she continued, “I mean, Maman is expecting me home for the lunch rush. Sorry!”

Miss Bustier didn’t miss the way Adrien’s eyes creased with disappointment, and some of his hope drained from his body as he shouldered his bag and made his way to her desk.

“I’m sorry, Miss Bustier, I know I’ve not been listening well this week, but please don’t-”

“Adrien, you aren’t in trouble.”

Adrien perked up, meeting her eyes. “I’m not?”

“No, of course not. I was a bit like you at this age,” she said, turning to look out the windows of the classroom to where Marinette was, running through the courtyard. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of him either.”

“Y-You mean-”

“Yes, Adrien, I can see where your focus has been this week. However,” she continued, her voice firming, “You are a smart kid. You know how to balance your studies and your free time… as well as you are allowed. Please start showing your work some more attention, before I do have to call your father.” Adrien’s shoulders tensed as her words hung in the air. “I understand. I’ll… figure this out soon.”

“By Friday, I hope, so you are ready for the test next week,” she replied, raising her eyebrows knowingly. “Thank you for listening, Adrien. I will see you this afternoon,” she smiled and held a hand out towards the door.

Adrien let out a sigh of relief as soon as he exited the room, making a beeline for the bathroom. There was a certain level of stress in his life already, and he was just repairing his relationship with his fa- dad. His dad. He didn’t want to lose what he had started building with his dad, but he didn’t want to lose his chance with Marinette. What might be his only chance.

Why couldn’t he have both?

“What am I gonna do, Plagg? Marinette’s everywhere, I’m so in love and I can’t get her out of my head!”

“What's the problem with focusing on what you love? I only ever focus on my one true love- a decadent, creamy camembert!” Plagg flew out of his jacket, holding a hunk of his “true love” and taking a huge bite.

“Père can’t know I’m not focusing on my school work, though. What if he does put me back into homeschooling, and I never see her again?”

“You saw her on the weekend-”

“As Chat Noir, Plagg. I want Marinette to love me again as Adrien.”

“-and she kissed you-”

“That didn’t mean-”

“-and you’re two sides of the same coin, kid. I’m sure if she doesn’t already, she will love you.”

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Across the courtyard, one Chloé Bourgeois was sitting on the bench, arms and legs crossed, fuming. For too long, her Adrikins had done more than tolerate Marinette Dupain-Cheng, even spent time with her outside of classes, and now he has gone and fallen in love with her? Ridiculous.

Dupain-Cheng is going to pay for this, she just needs a little help.

And it doesn’t hurt that this is another chance to get back at Ladybug.

Chloé rose, neutralising her facial expression, and walked to the bathroom. She could hear Sabrina calling her name in confusion but ignored her. Opening the door, her eyes darted left to right, checking if the room was empty, then slipped inside.

“I know you can feel my anger, Monarch,” she spoke lowly.

A black butterfly flew through the window seconds later, slipping into and colouring her sunglasses. “I want to punish Marinette Dupain-Cheng for stealing my Adrikins’ desire. She deserves nothing, especially not him. Give me back the power of the Bee, and I will get Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses, once I’m done with her.”

“As you wish, Queen Wasp,” was his only reply, before the bubbles cascaded around her form.

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Marinette sipped her steaming soup and sighed. “I can’t keep avoiding him forever, he’s my friend! But don’t you agree he’s been acting a bit strange recently?”

“He’s acting like a certain someone I’ve known for a while, Marinette…” Tikki muttered.

“I don’t know what you mean by that, Tikki. He’s just a friend,” she paused to scowl at Tikki’s giggle. “He is! So what if I used to be in love with him? Ladybug and the people of Paris have to come first while Monarch is around.”

Sighing again, she placed the bowl of Ching Po Leung on her desk and held her half-filled spoon out to Tikki to sip from.

“Maybe it’s time for you to stop trying to have some degree of control over everything around you and just let things happen,” Tikki mused after a moment of quiet. “You can’t control your feelings for Adrien as much as you think you can, nor can you control your feelings for Chat Noir.”

“It doesn’t matter anyways, Tikki, I-”

A knock coming from above stalled her words, and both of them looked up. Tikki flew and hid in a desk drawer and Marinette grumbled, climbing the ladder to her bed.

“Chat Noir, are you insane? It’s the middle of the-”

The skylight shattered.

“You’re going to wish it was that mangy cat, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

Marinette stifled a scream, sliding back down the ladder and backed her way to the trapdoor.

“Chloé? What are you doing here?”

“I’m not Chloé, I’m Queen Wasp, and I’m going to take back what is mine!”

“What’s yours? What-”

Marinette shrieked and leapt to her right as Queen Wasp shot a beam of light towards her feet.

“I don’t know what my Adrikins sees in you! You must have tricked him somehow! There’s no way he would like someone like you!”

Marinette’s feet danced around as she desperately avoided the beams Queen Wasp shot her way, her time as Ladybug maintaining her stamina. A loud robotic voice from the living room below announced a Megakuma alert, startling them both.

“I hope there’s a macaron for me after this!” Chat Noir dropped in front of a particularly close beam, sending it back to a growling Queen Wasp with his baton spinning wildly.

“Don’t you know not to interrupt a girl fight, you mangy cat?!” Queen Wasp cried out, trying to aim around him. One loose beam ricocheted off of a mannequin, which sent it crashing to the floor.

“I think you have an unfair advantage in this one, it doesn't seem right to let it go on!”

Marinette watched Tikki phase in out of the corner of her eye and grabbed her bag while Queen Wasp was distracted, slinging it around her shoulder.

“Marinette’s the wrong one here! She’s a thief, a liar, and-”

“And it’s time to go!” A repelled beam shot right back at Queen Wasp, sending her flying into the opposite wall.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, Chat Noir launched himself and Marinette up through the skylight, and leapt from the balcony down the block, wrapping the other arm under her legs, bridal-style.

“Get back here!” they heard Queen Wasp yell faintly, as Chat Noir kept running.

“Are you okay, Princess?” Chat Noir asked between puffs of breath.

“Oh yeah, never better,” Marinette replied, glancing over his shoulder. “It looks like we’ve almost lost her.”

“Good,” Chat Noir grunted, leaping from the rooftops towards ground level. “We need to find a place to hide you for now.”

They had landed in front of the movie theatre. “If this is your way of asking me out, Chat Noir, we could’ve saved the trouble over the weekend,” Marinette scoffed lightly, as she placed both feet on the sidewalk.

She giggled at his spluttering, his face glowing red. “I’m just kidding, we wouldn’t have time anyways.”

Chat Noir looked up to the sign, trying to avoid looking at her directly. “W-Well, I- uh, what movie would you want to see, if there was time?”

“Hmmm…” Marinette looks up to the sign as well. “I’ve heard ‘The Shadow Ruins’ is meant to be good. Some reviews said it’s the perfect mix of thriller and fantasy, and there’s strong Chinese representation in the main cast!”

Chat Noir glanced down at her, a soft smile gracing his features watching her light up.

“Well, head on inside and stay while Chloé’s still looking. Ladybug will be here to fight with me, soon enough.” He saluted her and shot off with his baton again, glancing back as Marinette ran inside the theatre with a returning salute behind her.

Running to the bathroom, Marinette quickly checked the stalls to make sure the room was empty, and Tikki flew out of her bag.

“Good thinking, calling the alert on Maman’s Alliance ring, Tikki. Let’s go help Chat Noir. Spots on!”

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“Miraculous Ladybug! Pound it!”

The ladybugs flew off in different directions, repairing broken glass and holes in the sides of houses.

“Chloé, are you okay?” Chat Noir reached out an arm in concern, but she brushed him off before his claws could rest on her shoulder. His brow furrowed as she tugged her bag firmly over her shoulder.

“Marinette deserved it. Leave me alone,” she grumbled in response, brushing her shoulders and leaving the heroes in a stunned silence, both pairs of eyes narrowing. Neither had much time to recover as Alya approached them both, slightly out of breath from running from block to block, chasing the fight.

“So Chloé Bourgeois was akumatised again, can you tell us a bit more about this Ladybug? Chat Noir?”

Beep beep beep.

“I’ll have to leave this one to you, Chaton, I’m about to transform back. Bug out!” Ladybug finished with a smile to both of them, then threw her yoyo back in the direction of the theatre. She shot off a quick text to Alya to distract him as long as possible.

She tried to breathe evenly as she ran along the Parisian rooftops, wondering what Chloé had meant. How had she stolen Adrien? She absolutely doesn’t have any sort of feelings for him, they're just friends and friends are meant to be shared. Just because Chloé had seemed to regress emotionally doesn’t mean they can’t at least act cordially.

It’s not like Adrien returned her feelings that she absolutely no longer has. Nope.

She landed in front of the theatre and ran inside, making her way to the bathroom again.

“Spots off! Here you go, Tikki,” she clicked open her bag and pulled out a cookie. “Chat Noir might be back soon, so you’ll need to hide again.”

Crumbs dotting her small face, she said, “I’m on it!” And flew into the open bag. Marinette fastened it shut again, and walked out of the theatre, waving to the bored attendant. He didn’t look up from his phone as the door shut behind her.

“So, how about that movie, Princess?”

She giggled as he landed in front of her, missing the unease that briefly flickered in his eyes as he looked her over.

“I”m not sure I’d have time today, I need to get back to school. But I think I’ll see it with friends soon!”

“Allow me to at least escort you. Do you need to pick anything up, or should I drop you to school directly?”

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the one who feeds me:

guess who hasn’t kept his eyes off u

the one who clothes me:

i’d really like to pass the test next week alya.

the one who feeds me:

u know u can’t resist a peek

he definitely hasn’t 😏

Marinette glanced up from her phone to Miss Bustier, who was facing the board, then towards Adrien. He was leant on his hand, her favourite colour brushed on his cheeks when he realised she was returning his stare, and quickly focused back on his work. Like the day before, his hair shook and obscured his eyes as she slowly turned her own head back to her workbook.

Only they heard the tiniest giggles coming from their respective bags, which earnt itself a light foot nudge.

Why did he look almost… queasy?

Riiiiing!

“Marinette, could you please wait for me?” Adrien half-yelled in her direction, earning a giggle from the rest of the class (and a scoff from Chloé).

Her eyes widened. “Uhh, I-” She turned to Alya, who had already taken Nino’s hand at the front of the room and winked at her as she fled. Her face dropped and she sighed, “Sure. What’s up?”

“Uh, why don’t we head outside?” Adrien glanced towards the rest of the room, their classmates’ eyes firmly trained on him.

She shrugged, glancing around at the class before landing back on Adrien, who was rubbing the back of his neck as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “Sure thing. Lead the way.”

He stifled the urge to take her hand, walking a few steps ahead of her instead as he led them to the locker room. His hands tremble, though he couldn't tell if it was from excitement or nervousness. They felt a little wet, is he sweating? Oh god he shouldn’t be sweating Marinette won’t-

“So I, um, I don’t really know where to start,” he blurted out, turning around a little too fast.

Her eyes crinkled as she gave him a soft smile. “How about the start? Are you okay? Is your father giving you trouble again?” Her tone dropped as the latter question, worry colouring her face. If she heard Gabriel was giving him a hard time again-

“Oh, no, it’s actually been good with him lately!” A smile widened on his face, a little too comically in Marinette’s opinion. “That’s not what I wanted to talk about though.”

She tilted her head to the side, bemused but relieved. A small gasp, almost unnoticeable to them both, left her mouth as he took her hand.

“It’s probably no secret by now that I really like you,” he started with a soft smile, twin blushes donning their faces. Marinette lowered her eyes to their joined hands, watching as he absentmindedly ran his thumb over her knuckles. “I’d really like to take you to see the new movie, ‘The Shadow Ruins’? I-uh…” he could feel the heat rising up his neck as Marinette hadn’t moved her eyes from their hands. He almost shook it free to rub his neck, but used his free hand instead. “Um, I heard some reviews that it was really good. Y-You know, a bit of thriller, a bit of a fantasy, a-and I remember you mentioned there was some good Asian representation in the main cast, s-so-”

He realised his mistake too late, as her eyes finally tore from their hands to stare at him. Her brows came together in confusion, but her eyes softened with realisation.

“I said what?”

“D-Did I say you said that? I meant-”

Her voice dropped just above a whisper. “Did I say that to you?”

Ladybug is going to kill me.

“You- uh, maybe?”

Her hand dropped from his, and for a moment he could feel his heart about to shatter, but Marinette flung her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. He stumbled, spluttering for a split second, then wrapped himself around her as tight as he could.

“I always knew you’d be close, Chaton.”

<3

[babyjakes]

a real man.

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summary | andy shows you the kind of pleasure jacob will never be able to give you.

pairing | dark!andy barber x jacob’s girlfriend!reader

warnings | DARK!andy!, NON-con, age gap, andy has a big daddy kink (andy referring to himself as ‘daddy’ - andy is daddy af), restraints, crying, fingering, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, squirt!ing, overstim, andy being DARK but like? soft dark :’-), lil bit of mocking, threats, abuse of power/authority, ANDY BARBER IN A WHITE BUTTON DOWN, jacob being a pos bf (and andy rubbing it in reader’s face), a lot of “shhh”’s (idk i just find them hot)

word count | 2,745

requested by anon | CAN YOU IMAGINE dark!dilf!andy taking advantage of jacob’s college gf while she’s trapped alone at home with him?? showing her HOW A REAL MAN eats pussy 😩😱🥵

an | HOLY SHIT I CAN DO MORE THAN IMAGINE D-’: god something about andy barber and an age gap with a lil innocent college girl (like me!!) just makes me feral- thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!!!

The sight of kitchen lights on through the windows of the Barber household fills you with relief as you pull your car up onto the empty driveway, shifting into park and yanking out your keys. Jacob stopped responding to you around noon after the two of you had talked about making plans for the evening, and by the time dinner had rolled around you had begun to get a little worked up.

If he’s home and just ignoring me, at least I’ll be able to confront him face to face, you tell yourself as you open the car door, stepping outside before slamming it shut and hitting the fob to lock it once more. Not that you need to, necessarily; you know the chances of anyone coming along and trying to steal your car are low. The Barbers live in a nice suburban neighborhood; there’s little risk of anything like that happening here.

Walking up the drive and onto the pathway to the front door, you check your phone once more, sighing. Nothing. Honestly, it’s not too surprising, though it frustrates you. Jacob’s not the most… consistent boyfriend. Swallowing down a lump of anxiety formed in your throat, you reach out, pressing the button for the doorbell. Hearing it chime softly inside, only a few moments pass before you see the door handle twisting, opening up to reveal Jacob’s dad, Andy.

“Y/n? Hey, good to see you,” he greets warmly, stepping back and gesturing you inside. Fumbling with your phone in your hands nervously, you nod politely at him. “You looking for Jacob? He’s not around- he should be back soon, though.”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter as you step into the house, slipping off your shoes onto the welcome mat below. “Actually, uh- Jake hasn’t been responding to me all day. Was kind of getting worried, just figured I’d pop over and see if everything’s alright.”

“Oh, he did tell me there was something wrong with his phone battery,” Andy says casually, slipping his hands into the pockets of his dark grey work pants. “He actually just went to the tech store to hopefully get it figured out, shouldn’t be too long at all before he’s back. You’re welcome to stay until then.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Okay,” you say, feeling slightly relieved at the fact that he probably wasn’t ignoring you on purpose all day. “I-I don’t have to stay, I can always-”

“No, no, that’s just fine,” Andy waves you off with a smile. You offer him a small smile back, relaxing slightly at his gentle demeanor. For the several months that you’ve been dating Jacob, you’ve really enjoyed getting to be around Mr. Barber; you just find him to be such a pleasant and mild man and father. “Actually, maybe you can help me. I dropped something down behind the vanity in the master bath; my hands are too big to reach back there and grab it. Think you could give it a go?” he asks hopefully.

“Sure!” you agree, not thinking anything of the request. Nodding thankfully, Andy smiles as he begins leading you up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Really need to put some tape down or something so things quit falling back there,” he shakes his head with a chuckle as he leads you down the hallway and into the large room, pausing to make sure you’re still behind him. Holding the door open for you, he smiles. Nodding politely back at him, you step inside, looking around for the door to the bathroom. Finding it, you begin to step towards it, but you instantly stop when you hear a lock clicking behind you.

Turning back to look at Andy, you see that he’s closed the door to the bedroom behind you two, twisting the lock securely on it before turning back to face you. An immediate sense of dread falls over you as you stare at him, standing there silently in his white button-down and work pants. “M-Mr. Barber?” you ask quietly.

“You can call me Andy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, the pet name causing shivers to run down your spine. Taking a shaky step back, you run into the bed, a faint whimper rising in your throat. “Oh honey, look at those big frightened eyes; it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he coos, taking a step towards you while beginning to roll up his sleeves.

“I-I thought you-… I-… th-the sink?” you stutter, nausea building in your gut as Andy chuckles softly at you. “I- what are you doing?” you ask softly as he takes another step in your direction, hating how small and weak your voice sounds as it gets lost in the empty air of the room.

“I’ve been waiting quite some time to get you alone, sweet girl,” the tall man hums, dragging his eyes up and down your quivering form as you press your thighs back further against the edge of the mattress behind you. “And now here you are, right in front of me, looking so innocent and terrified… makes me feel bad, honey… though I will admit, part of me just loves the way you look when you’re on the verge of tears.”

“M-Mr.-… A-Andy…” you stumble over your words, blinking quickly to try to clear your eyes of any evidence that you might be on the verge of collapsing into a puddle of sobs.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he says softly, taking the last few steps to bridge the gap between the two of you. Cowering down, you let out a whimper when his hands push against your shoulders, throwing you onto your back against the white duvet. Jolting slightly to the left and then the right, you squirm underneath Andy’s gaze, eyes widening in horror as he reaches down to begin undoing his belt.

“Please, Andy- I-I- please, please don’t do this,” you beg, unable to hold back your tears any longer as they begin rolling freely down your flushed cheeks. Frowning in mock sympathy, Andy furrows his brow at you, almost appearing as if he could be worried about how upset you’re growing.

“Shhh, baby, nothing’s gonna hurt,” he soothes as he leans down over you, grabbing each of your wrists in his large hands and bring them together above your head. You begin to plead in protest, but he quickly speaks over you, cooing, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Just restraining you so you don’t hurt anybody. You’re getting awful worked up, now aren’t you?” You try to struggle against him but it’s no use; you’re clearly no match for him as he binds your wrists together with his belt, placing them firmly above you when he’s finished.

“There,” he beams, trailing his eyes from your head down to your kicking feet with a satisfied smile. “Oh, look at you, sweetheart,” he hums, “so pretty when you cry for me. It’s okay darlin’, know you must’ve been wanting this for so long. S’that right, pretty girl? You been waiting for me to finally make my move on you?” Bringing a hand up to your cheek, Andy brushes his fingers over your tear-soaked skin, causing you to shiver at his nauseating touch.

“N-no,” you state adamantly, “why would I-”

“Shhh, it’s okay, babydoll. I know you could never admit that to me, no. You’re just too sweet and innocent for your own good, aren’t you, honey? Such a good girl, though I’m not so sure you’ll still be once I’m through with you.”

“A-Andy- Mr. B-Barber, I- please, what about Jacob?”

Andy scoffs your question, bringing his thumb up to trail over your wobbling lower lip. “Jacob? You wanna know where Jacob is, honey? He’s out with friends. Has been all day. Nothing’s wrong with his phone; he just doesn’t have the brains to respond to such a deserving girl like you. Always a perfect girl for him, aren’t you? And yet he never seems to give a shit about you in return.”

Whimpering, you lower your eyes, more tears of betrayal stinging in them as you learn the truth about your so-called boyfriend. “But that’s okay baby, y’know why? ‘Cause I’m here to show you how a real man treats such a perfect little thing like you. Starting,” he says, trailing his hand from your mouth down over your neck, “with how good I can make you feel. Even when you’re begging for me to stop.”

With the close of his sentence, Andy’s hand shifts down to cup one of your breasts through your shirt. Wincing, you squirm under his touch, only for him to bring his other hand up to begin untucking the fabric from under your jeans. “Andy, n-no, don’t,” you beg through tears, trying to sound strong, yet failing quite miserably.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you,” he croons, the title he uses for himself making your gut twist in humiliation. “Look at this, already responding so well for me,” he smiles, reaching under your shirt and pinching one of your beaded nipples. Whimpering softly, your cheeks feel like they’ve been set on fire. “Getting all flushed for me now, are you?” he hums. “That’s okay, baby; Daddy knows you can’t help but love it when he touches you like this.”

As Andy’s hands find their way to the clasp on your jeans, a pitiful sob rises up in your throat. “Shhh, sweet girl,” the man soothes as he undoes your button and zipper, gently tugging on the fabric until it falls to the floor beneath the two of you in a useless heap. Gonna make you feel so good. Daddy’s not gonna hurt you baby, just gonna show you what a real man can do to this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Taking you by the waist, Andy scoots you back on the mattress, hands finding your hips and hooking under the elastic band of your panties. “Look at the lace on these, honey,” the sick man says with a smile, admiring the simple look of your white cotton underwear. “Look more like they’re made for a little girl than a beautiful young lady like yourself, though you’ve always been such an innocent little thing, haven’t you?” he smirks before grabbing the fabric over the center of your belly, surprising you by tearing the garment completely in half. A terrified whine escapes your lips as Andy grins down at your thighs as they rub shamefully together, trying to keep him from getting any closer to your most intimate places.

“Now, now, sweetheart, none of that,” Andy shakes his head, grabbing a leg in each hand and shoving them back to bend your knees widely, completely exposing you to his hungry gaze. Choking down a sob, your knees tremble as Andy positions himself down between your wide-spread legs, holding a thigh in each hand to keep you still. “Oh honey,” Andy breathes, his face coming unbearably close to your glistening folds. “Look how wet you are for me,” he coos, the gentleness of his tone only causing you to cry harder.

“Oh, I know,” he fusses, loving the way his mind games have affected you so. “I know it’s so hard, sweetheart, but there’s no need to be embarrassed. Daddy loves how needy you are for him, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he mocks, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as his eyes soak up the view of your beautiful sex.

“N-n-no,” you heave, “n-not that, a-anything but that.”

“What, you don’t wanna give Daddy a taste of this pretty little cunt?” Andy croons with a frown. Using his forearm to still hold your thigh in place, he brings his hand in to gently run a finger through your folds, smiling as you squirm and whimper in panic from his actions. “Bet you taste so sweet, babydoll. Come on now, let Daddy take care of you. Gonna show you how a real man eats pussy.”

And with that, Andy’s returned his hands to your thighs, clasping down hard enough to bruise the tender skin as he buries his face in your aching heat. His lips close around your clit, causing you to squeal as your pussy clenches, overwhelmed by the new sensation. His tongue works wildly over your swollen nub, mouth slurping up your juices as you cry out weakly for him. “No! Andy, please!” you sob, unable to do anything but writhe and wail as he slowly brings you closer and closer to an unwanted precipice.

“What,” he spats harshly against your throbbing flesh, “you don’t wanna cum for Daddy? Well that’s just too bad, sweetheart, ‘cause I’ve been waiting way too fucking long for this to let you go without seeing this cunt explode.” Without warning, Andy shoves two thick fingers inside you, twisting them upward and curling them against your weakest spot. “That’s it,” he grins as he grinds his lips against your burning clit, working his digits faster and faster within you as a terrifyingly familiar pressure begins building in your belly. “Now you’re gonna cum for me sweetheart; cum for Daddy. There you go; there it is, good,” he groans roughly.

And at his words, you have no choice but to obey him, heavy sobs wracking through your body as you squirt out against Andy’s awaiting hand and mouth. He’s sure to continue right on through it, keeping his steady pace of pumping and sucking as you clamp down almost painfully against his dripping fingers. “That’s it,” he praises as your spasms begin to settle, his beard drenched as he pulls away to eye the sight of your over-sensitive pussy.

“P-please, jus’ let me go,” you beg, your voice pitifully weak as you strain your arms against the strong leather of the belt.

Chuckling softly, Andy shakes his head. “Let you go? Why would I do that, pretty girl? Such a mess and we’ve only gotten started, hmm?” he hums as he slowly pulls his fingers out from your folds, bringing them up to circle over your throbbing button. You heave once more at the terrible sensation, your gut still burning from your excruciating orgasm. “Look at you now, so puffy and sore,” Andy coos as he rubs the nub in careful circles, smiling as your body writhes in discomfort. “So sensitive now, bet I could make you cum just by rubbing you like this, huh?” Frantically, you shake your head, but in the end you know that if it’s what Andy wants, at this point it’s probably what he’ll get.

A startled whimper rises out of you as he brings one of his strong hands up to slip behind your head, tilting it forward to make you look down over your quivering tummy at him. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do, sweetheart,” Andy begins evenly, continuing to stroke gently over your bead as it slowly fills with that warm, fuzzy feeling once more. “I am gonna keep rubbing your sensitive little clit until you cum again. And you,” he smiles, “you are gonna sit there and watch me do it.”

Glaring at him through your tears, a complete sense of helplessness washes over you as you gradually feel your body beginning to betray you once more. “Oh, look at that,” Andy muses, delighted at how well you’re responding to his torment. “So close again, already? Wonder what’ll happen if we just-” Carefully, he uses the palm of his hand to tug back on your mound, completely exposing your clit to his tactics as he picks up the pace of his fingers over the slippery bud. “There it is, there’s the spot,” he grins proudly, marveling in the sight of your desperate body attempting to fight off the inevitable. “You can squirm all you want, babydoll, but Daddy’s not stopping ‘til you cum for me again. Come on, sweetheart. Quit fighting it. There you go,” he hums triumphantly as you whine in distress, once again falling over the edge into a mind-blowing climax.

By the time your body has ceased its writhing and spasming, Andy’s pulled away, now standing off to the side of the bed as you attempt to recover your breathing. As soon as you see his hands undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. “Oh, what?” he asks with a chuckle at your terrified expression. “You really didn’t think I was gonna do all that only to leave you un-fucked, now did you?”

[jmnjmnjmn]

Finders keepers | Yandere!BTS

Pairing: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader

Sides: Yoongi, Jin, Jungkook

Keywords: yandere, kidnapping

Warnings: yandere f-ing content, kidnapping, fighting, loss of consciousness, guns, blood, swearing

Word count: around 1.200

Yandere!Namjoon's so is kidnapped for ransom but it turns out she doesn't want to come home when the time comes.

Inspo board

Masterpost

Yn’s head snapped to the door. Yoongi stood at the threshold of the room, watching her. As always, he appeared without making as much of a noise as a pin drop would. He had an incredible talent for sneaking up on others. His eyes moved lazily from Yn’s face to her hands, clasped together in a prayer-like gesture. She stared at him with anticipation and fear. 

“You’re going home, pretty girl.”

For a solid second Yn froze. She stopped breathing as if somebody kicked her in the chest into a wall of bricks. One of Yoongi’s men entered the room. He approached Yn and uncuffed her ankles from the table leg. 

“What? N-No,” she managed to stutter.

“Your boy paid what he owed us and more to get you back. Isn’t it great to have a partner so caring?”

“No,” she gasped, frantically trying to find the right words. “Y-You- you don’t understand.”

“Come,” Yoongi ordered and gestured for her to stand up.

“I- I- please, I-”

“Everybody’s awaiting your return. Him especially. He was very eager to see you again.”

Jin grabbed Yn’s upper arm, yanking her to her feet. Her whole body worked against him but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t act like Yoongi expected her to in such a situation. She was being freed for god’s sake. 

“No! No, no no,” she yelled repeatedly.

Yn’s voice came from deep within her. It was hoarse and full of terror. Real terror. Her legs gave in and Jin dragged her across the room before managing to pull her up again. Tears rolled down her face one after the other. Her pupils were dilated, covering her irises almost entirely. 

“Please, don’t do this! Please!” she screamed over her shoulder to Yoongi but he remained stoic walking behind her and Jin towards the front door.

 “No, you can’t send me back!”

Yn begged and she cried. First to Yoongi then to Jin. None of them reacted according to her wishes. They stopped before the heavy dark door and Yoongi reached to open the lock.

“He's not normal,” she whispered as if revealing a very well kept and disgusting secret.

It didn’t take longer than one second but Yoongi stared at Yn, one hand on the door handle and the other on the key underneath it. He was being attentive in his own quiet way, taking in what she said and how she did it. He saw it as bizarre. His gut was telling him something was deeply wrong with her.

“He’s sick!” She screamed, desperate for someone to not just hear her but also listen. “Please! Please!”

Yn grabbed onto the sleeve of Yoongi’s shirt. Before she could pull on it Jin pried her away from him. His stomach turned as he heard her animalistic sob.

“I beg of you,” she howled. ”Please, I’ll do anything!”

Yoongi opened the door. The daylight seeped into the house softly.

“Anything! Please!”

Yoongi stopped at a safe distance from the three men waiting for them outside.  

“Gentlemen, she’s all yours.”

Jin pushed her forward, still holding onto her arms. Gold rays of afternoon sun danced over Yn’s face but her enlarged pupils didn’t decrease in size. She immediately recognised Namjoon’s workers, the nameless men he ordered around his property. She recognised their car and she froze like a deer in headlights.

“No! No!” She shrieked as if possessed and tried to get first out of Jin’s steel embrace and then Namjoon’s workers’. “Please, no!”

Yn kicked the gravel underneath her feet, barely held up by her forearms by her supposed saviours. Yoongi and Jin watched the scene unfold before them. They frowned, listening to the girl’s desperate cries.

“Kill me!” She screeched and a flock of birds flew off from a nearby tree. “Just kill me, please! Kill me, please!” She repeated, looking from Yoongi to Jin, from their guns to their hands. “Kill me! Kill me!” She begged, as the two men tried to push her into the backseat of their car. “Help me, please!” The third one, the driver, started the ignition and Yn yelled in a very high and panicked pitch. “Kill me!”

“Deal is off,” Yoongi muttered, taking his hands out of his pockets. “Jungkook.”

Jin’s frown became more apparent at the sound of his friend's order. The last thing he expected of him was a last minute change of heart. Nonetheless, he was grateful it occurred.

Yn disappeared inside the car. One of the two men was already on the other side, getting in to hold her down.

“Passenger’s side,” a voice rang through both Yoongi’s and Jin’s ear pieces. “Two, one.”

A muffled shot from a silenced rifle took down one of Namjoon’s men. He fell to the ground with a hole in his head. Yoongi and Jin pulled out their hand guns. The man violently pushed Yn deeper inside the car, shut the door and reached for his own weapon. Too late. Yoongi put a bullet between his eyes. As the driver pushed on the gas Jin shot through the front tire, Jungkook was already taking care of the back ones.

Yn opened the car door. She fell to the ground with her wrists still bound by handcuffs Jin put on her days ago. She was panting and crying, pushing herself up. She ignored the stinging scrapes on her palms and knees. She was high on adrenaline. She had to save herself so she started running. 

“Jin.”

Yoongi didn’t have to say a word. His friend was already by Yn’s side with an arm around her throat. He couldn’t let her lose into the surrounding forest.

Jungkook adjusted his position on the rooftop and pointed his rifle at the back window of the car. He wasn’t going to wait for the driver to get out of the vehicle. Two shots and the glass shattered. Yoongi had an opening. He raised his gun, shooting the third and last man twice in his throat.

“Clear,” Jungkook reported through the earpiece.

Yoongi thanked him through the device. The metallic sounds of the younger one's rifle being taken apart echoed on the line before it went dead.

“What are you doing?” He asked, looking over at Jin.

Yn was choking on her own spit, trying to pry away his arm from her throat. Her eyes started to roll back and limbs going limp. 

“She’s in distress. I’m calming her down the best I can.”

Yoongi sighed. He knew that knocking Yn out was probably the best thing to do now. She was still fighting for a couple of seconds but eventually fell asleep because of the lack of oxygen.

“Don’t worry. I’ll apologise when she wakes up.”

Jin carried Yn back inside. He followed Yoongi’s instructions and placed her in the room he dragged her out of moments ago before leaving to take care of the bloody mess out front.

Yoongi pulled over the chair Yn was earlier bound to. He sat down and spread his legs, waiting for her to regain consciousness. Her face was red and wet with tears. She wasn’t as pretty as before. Having seen what she’s capable of, Yoongi looked at her differently. Now she was a wild animal, small and scared to her death, ready to claw her way down to hell if it meant escaping whatever she was running from. 

Yn took a sharp breath. She turned on her side, coughed and held her throat. As she recognised her surroundings and took notice of Yoongi sitting beside her, hun still in hand, she froze.

“You wanted to die, right?” He asked her sincerely and seriously but didn’t wait for an answer. “While I won’t give you that I can assure you you will be reborn, pretty girl.”

Masterlist

[sakurayumeno]

tysm! could i request luca, demi, victor, and andrew for butt smacking reactions? 🥰

Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt (part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

Genre: Crack fic

Warnings: Not really any fart

A/N: I've decided to merge these three together and do the characters I haven't wrote for in this.

Andrew

I'd say he farts but wouldja still clap that 🤨

Be honest most of ya'll would and I wouldn't be surprised

Ok whether he does or doesn't is up to you lmao

Andrew stutters during his response so much, he's so shaken up. Look at what you've done to him smh. 😒

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-" cue Mario waa

Just shuts up after a while and to be honest I would too. There's so much awkward tension afterward until you're just like "My bad."

His butt is most likely muscular or at least toned. In fact his entire body as well, but his butt especially.

I'm calling Bubble butt and you can't convince me otherwise. He's hiding a whole package under the jacket. 😤

Andrew is a hard no on butt smacking. Nothing and no one can convince him to do so. 1: too shy and out of his comfort zone. 2: ANDREW IS A MAN OF GOD AND WILL NOT SUBJECT HIMSELF TO SUCH SIN.

It's a good way to tease him, but oh God you saw how he was the first time, imagine you doing it around people. Won't even look at you after.

Luca

Bro he just... doesn't react...? You're so f ing confused and just question if you actually did it or not.

Once you do it harder is when he says something.

"Ow, what was that for?" He says while rubbing his butt. Publicly. The confidence he has is astonishing. Or he just has no shame, either or.

I’m sorry... but it has to be said... Luca’s pretty flat. 😔

All he does is sit besides running for his life in the games. He's literally all bone there.

I'm literally heartbroken, his butt has nothing going for it dude. 😭

He’s alright with it for the most part. He may seem indifferent about it at first, but he’ll surprise you post-match with a high-five that drops down to a butt smack.

Luca doesn't really put any force into it at all, he kinda just let's gravity do its thing. So yeah it all depends on how high his hand was before doing so. Best hope you ain't sensitive because hoo boy if he finds out he will do that everytime he smacks it. Nothing too hard of course, 'cause y'know, 'gentleman'. ✨

After that, he’ll only do it if he remembers. Too many things to busy himself with and having a bad memory doesn’t help at all. So if you want him to smack your butt, you have to do it to him first.

Victor

Poor, sweet innocent boy.

He don’t even know butt smacking is a thing tbh.

He would think it were Wick at first until he sees Wick right next to him. If Wick is there then who touched his butt? 🥶

Brain farts for a sec. If Eli didn’t know what was going on, Victor is on a whole new level because he can’t even begin to make sense of what’s even happening.

But like, out of all of the things to do, you chose to smack his butt. Why?? 

The most average butt out there. It's definitely not a bad thing, it could be worse you know. I guess you could say it's firm, but that's really it. I'm still thinkin about Luca's, hence why his butt could be worse. 💔

He’d do it,,, but he feels so dirty doing so. It's too intimate than what he's used to, but if you want he will do it. Anything for you. ❤

Believe me when I say that Victor is awkward with it. Dude really does not know what to do so he just softly pats your ass leaving you like 'wtf??'.

He is not trained in this area do not bully him.

Feel special my guy, those pats are designed for people he loves, now you too can be pet like Wick.

William

LITERALLY THE MOST CHILL LIKE?? 

“Oh hey s/o, somethin’ you need?”

Bro how can he be this laid back about it, that just shows how used to it he is. You are not the first person to have touched his butt. You should feel jealous at that.

MUSCULAR AF and has quite the curves too. It's a given since he's been playing rugby for such a long time, but dang. Also, hard ass. I'm not joking. It's so hard you'd get whiplash.

William has mastered this art ages ago. He is a pro, he knows when to do it, how to do it, and who to do it to. The best subjects; unsuspecting bystanders lmao, perfect jumpscare.

And by mastered it I mean mastered doing it painfullly hard. Hide your ass if you know what's good for you. Ayo but if you want it like that who am I to stop you, know what I mean? 😏

He is aware of how nice his butt is and isn’t afraid to show it. Good butt and for what? Just to flaunt around to be honest. God said it's our turn to have a nice butt, hand it over. 🧍

Okay excuse my hopeless romantic self, but I’d totally think William would do that hand in back pocket sort of thing. IT'S JUST SO CUTE TO ME HHHHHHH 😩

I promise you if you ever do this again, he will find some way to embarrass you. Like when you're about to take your hand away he will pull you back in and say some snarky shit like, "Now where do you think you're going?" and keep your hand there.

[jeonggukkiepabo]

So for the moonchild drabbles, we need a corset story pt2 when the corset arrives, Y/N tries it on and stuff, and ever since she received it, they all notice that she has just put it in her drawer and never got it on her again, so JK buys one (a f-ing cool one) for himself and he gets like "see? I'm wearing one too, so you can wear yours!" I'm combusting 🍁

based on that drabble, my lovely dolly wrote a while ago.

"Babe, did you open the package yet? I came home as soon as you texted me!" Jungkook beams into your room, but stopped immediately as he saw you. Wearing the corset. Nothing but the corset and some tiny lac panties that came with it. "I... see you did," he stutters as he comes closer.

"I'm not sure if I want to keep it, Gguk. Doesn't it make my boobs look weird? My waist isn't as small as I wished it would be - the girl in the picture looked way better wearing it," you sigh as you fully turn around to face him.

Jungkook feels like his eyes are about to explode. You look incredible(he knew you would), but his eyes can't leave your breasts. Full, soft and so... round, pushed to the max. He groans, stepping closer to look at you, look at the soft fabric that looks so beautiful on you. "I never thought I'd say something like that, but I think I'm glad you didn't order the lavender one. This color is amazing, love. Can I?" He reaches out with his hands, asking for permission to touch you and you nod slowly.

"This must be so tight," he whispers as he pulls you closer by your waist, hands wandering up to feel the skin above the corset, the fullness of your breasts. "I love it, fuck."

You giggle, breasts moving with every breathe you take. "It's too much, right? I mean, I do look hot, but I wanted it to wear it outside as well, combined with cool pants and maybe some boots." "You can," Jungkook shrugs, "Why wouldn't you?" "Because my boobs are about to fall out, Jungkook! Ugh, men," you sigh with another laugh.

In the end, you did keep the corset, but never bring up the courage to actually wear it outside. One day, Jungkook has had enough and decided to hype you up like you deserved it. He asked Jimin for help, dragging him through different lingerie stores to find a corset that would suit his style because he for sure wouldn't wear a soft pink corset-I'm a top, thank you very much. (Jimin slaps him for that, thank you very much.) But he does find a corset that has him and Jimin speechless, fully black and not too feminine, lace details that look wonderful on his skin and it snatches his waist so perfectly that Jimin gives him a blowjob in the middle of the dressing room. In the end, he has to buy it, because... well, you know.

Once he made it home, he immediately goes to get ready and dressed, surprising all of his mates. He planned on buying it just to make you feel better, but Yoongi's raspy "fuck, I'm going to fuck you so good, Gguk", Taehyung's "I'm going to call you Daddy the entire night" and Namjoon's muttered "I need to go to wank... I mean school. University. I need to.. teacher things, bye!" have proven him that he does look really good. His muscular thighs, small waist and bulging biceps have his mates drooling, but he can't wait to see your reaction. He makes his way into the kitchen where you've been baking some cookies for them to enjoy after dinner, but the bowl falls out of your hand once you see Jungkook. "I-, You-, Erm." No words are coming out of your mouth and Jungkook feels more than satisfied. "Yeah?" He asks with a smirk, having you nod along.

"Fuck, yeah."

[inkedtae]

doe’s peak ⇾ ksj. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ gryffindor!seokjin x slytherin!reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ e2l, hogwarts au, some fluff, a bit of angst, smut, pwp, filth, 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾  a series of reckless pranks leads to a dismissal from Hogwarts and a new house guest. two weeks of amity sessions ends on a happier note than expected. 

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 20.1k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ brief mention of a fire, brief mention of theft, blonde!seokjin, longhair/ponytail!seokjin, pureblood!seokjin, dom!seokjin, brat tamer!seokjin, halfblood(?)!reader, sub!reader, brat!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it), rough sex, public sex, outdoor sex, hate sex, degradation, mutual masterbation, double penatration, exhibition, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, heavy humiliation kink, use of vibrating dildo, oral (m. and f. receiving), orgasm denial, bondage, begging, hair pulling, spanking, pussy slapping, manhandling, fingering, edging, cum eating, face fucking, deep-throating, throat-cockwarming (?), cum swapping (?), panty eating (?), a bit of anal, a lil ass and titty play, spit play, a lil food play, basically filth

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ this was supposed to be a fluffy drabble...

･ﾟﾟ･｡ beta’d by ⇾ @kitsutaes​ (my luff~) & @moonmintrails​ (my soulmate~)

･ﾟﾟ･｡ le playlist

⟶ please note that, despite still attending Hogwarts, all characters are of consenting age

He smells of tough cedar and sweet cherries. It’s common for his scent to fill the room after a bath. You want to say you despise it but, in fact, you find it quite comforting. It always helps lull you to sleep. You fear that you might have grown too comfortable with it. The last two weeks of his very presence have been much of a bother, but it’s the little things, like the way he smells and the soft patters of his footsteps, that almost make you glad he’s around. You wonder how you’ll be able to fall asleep without him after tomorrow. 

Two weeks flew by. You’ve been praying for that reality since Headmistress McGonagall first suggested this arrangement. Both you and Seokjin have been excused from classes for fourteen days, issued off campus and into your home in the muggle world. Magic is prohibited, wands confiscated, but the two of you are still expected to keep up with your class readings and assignments should you both return to Hogwarts. 

“Spending intimate time with one another without the temptation of magic will put an end to all these shenanigans,” McGonagall insisted. 

Despite the reality of sharing your home and room with someone as insufferable as Kim Seokjin, you're thankful the headmistress didn’t opt for a more serious consequence. After all, you are still under investigation for the fire in the Gryffindor dormitories. Records reflect that it started in Seokjin’s room and witnesses place you at the scene of the crime. And the fact that you’ve admitted to being there, reclaiming letters Seokjin had stolen from you, doesn’t help your case. McGonagall promises to share the results of the investigation once your two weeks with Seokjin come to an end. 

A fire was never your intention. Truly, all you wanted was the year’s worth of letters from your family Seokjin kept intercepting. Before finding out he was behind it, you were convinced your family was upset with you. You’ve written to them consistently, telling them you miss them and wondering why they haven’t responded. You found stacks of letters, some opened and read, in his room. You had every intention of sneaking back in at night and levitating his bed into the lake while he’s sleeping as a means of retaliation. Though you were worried he’d found out about your family, about the truth, a fire never even crossed your mind. You’re almost certain you had blown all the candles out before leaving. 

Twirling the gold, snake headed pendant of your necklace between your fingers, you wonder if maybe you left one lit subconsciously. Maybe a part of you wanted to set his room on fire, wanted him to suffer as you did when you thought your family was on the cusp of disowning you. 

These are dangerous thoughts. You can’t be capable of such destruction. Yes, you might have charmed his broom to launch him into the lake, or dyed his hair blonde through a potion “mistake,” but to set his room on fire is cruel. No matter how badly you want him to keep your secret or how badly you want to get even, you know you would never turn to such an evil act.

With a deep breath, you flip the page of your History of Magic textbook, and attempt to refocus your attention on the Battle of Hogwarts. You try to drown out every sound he makes down the hall, every waft of his scent that trickles into your room. All is well until he decides to enter your shared room without a shirt. Only a simple red towel hangs around his thin waist. 

You can’t help but stare. Little droplets stream down his wide chest. Nipples hard; abs tight. You regret to recognize how heavenly he looks. A breathless sigh escapes you as he shakes a smaller towel through his long hair. More drops of water spatter about, but your attention narrows on his arms. Has he always been that muscular? 

A single scan over his tall frame soaks your panties. You curse him three times over, having just changed into them. You were clean and ready for bed before he came in looking like that. Damp hair in a loose braid, a soft, flowy nightgown on, face primped and moisturized. All that was left for you to do was some light reading of next week’s topic. Then he comes in, basically naked and wet, making your pussy clench at the sight. Can’t he do anything right? Why the hell didn’t he get dressed in the bathroom? 

“Why the hell didn’t you get dressed in the bathroom?”

Seokjin spares you a glance over his shoulder as he walks out to hang the small towel on the railing. You can’t help but drool over the flexing muscles of his back. Hate fills your chest at the awakened desire to run your tongue across the length of his shoulders. 

“I forgot to take my clothes,” he shrugs, making his way back into the room. He shuts the door and begins to rummage around the drawers Mama forced you to empty for him. 

You mutter a colourful insult under your breath as he pulls on a pair of boxer briefs under his towel. The thought of taking them back off doesn’t surprise you as much as the act of leaning off your bed to sneak a look at his dick. Heat rushes to your cheeks the moment you register your actions. What the hell has gotten into you? Shifting back in your seat, you press your thighs together to attempt to soothe the ache between your legs. 

What has come over you? You’ve seen shirtless guys before, been under a few of them too. Not to mention, this is Seokjin. The arrogant, conceded idiot who stole your letters all year and read them. You hate him, you know every part of you does. So why is the sight of him shirtless this captivating?

No, you mentally assert. It’s not Seokjin you’re attracted to; it’s the idea of a shirtless guy - any guy. You’ve been isolated in your house with a daft, alpaca looking pureblood and his pet sugar glider (which is against school rules but he manages to keep one anyways.) You just miss sex. All you have to do is get yourself off and all other thoughts of stupid, shirtless Seokjin will disappear. You decide that once he goes to sleep, you’ll, as quietly as you can, get yourself off under the covers. 

Your jaw almost drops when he doesn’t reach for a shirt or pants. Seokjin shuts the drawers and tosses the wet towel that was previously wrapped around his waist in the hamper. The nerve of this fucker. He prances around your room in only his underwear, acting like this is his house, not yours. You set your jaw and raise an unimpressed brow.

When his gaze meets yours, you can’t help but glare. He doesn’t entertain your annoyed antics as he usually does. With heavy eyes and a little yawn, he grumbles, “Shove over.”

You scoff. “Funny.”

“I mean it,” he sighs, flicking up the covers. “I’ve spent the last two weeks on the floor. I earned my time on this bed.”

A hiss escapes you as the cold air hits your smushed, exposed thighs. You snatch the sheets from his hands and cover yourself up again. “That’s ‘cause it’s my bed.” 

“Just move over.”

“No.”

Seokjin waves his hand, effortlessly pushing your body aside. With your wands confiscated, the most the two of you can do is wave little commands to practise magic. Before you can react with more than just a gasp, he hops into bed and makes himself comfortable. “Much better,” he smirks. 

You can feel his bare legs brush up against yours, but ignore the rise of goosebumps long enough to kick him away. “You’re a fiend, Kim Seokjin. A pureblooded, bottom feeding, prideful... jerk-ing fiend.” You may have stuttered through the last insult, catching yourself getting lost in his eyes, but you believe you’ve made your point clear. 

“Prideful jerking?” Seokjin questions with an amused smile. He quirks his head to the side and sighs. 

He opens his mouth to offer his opinion but you silence him with the slam of your book and a switch off the lights by the wave of your hand. You know he’s not leaving. He doesn’t even make an effort to move. There’s not much to do except ignore his entire existence and try to get some sleep. Accepting the fate of your night, you set your textbook on your night table and turn to your side with every intention of falling asleep. 

But then the bed dips. You raise a brow, thinking he might’ve come to his senses and decided to return to his place on the ground. Only, his side of the bed doesn’t feel lighter. The springs screech as he shifts until the quiet clutter of a soft object hits the hardwood floor. 

You hear him spit. Once, twice then the slick sound of slouched wetness fills the room. Breath hitching, you turn back to find him sitting up, back against the headboard and briefless. “Huge,” you whisper, too fixated on his size to even care about his quiet, arrogant chuckles. 

You knew Seokjin invented big dick energy, but to see his size, in the fucking dark, and still fear for your pussy is another story. Huge doesn’t even begin to cover it. You’re sure giants don’t even have a cock as big as he does. It isn’t the biggest cock you’ve seen; it’s just quite simply the biggest cock to exist. 

“How’d you know I was into being watched?” He asks as he continues to pump himself. 

His gruff voice, drenched in lust, has you balling your nightgown. You sit up and pull your knees into your chest, squeezing your legs together. He must be insane, deranged, absolutely idiotic to think he can take up half your fucking bed and then whip out his monster of a cock and expect everything to be okay. 

Pussy clenching around emptiness, you reply, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Prideful jerking.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then why’d you say it?”

His hips buckle up into his hands and you can’t help but stare down at his cock again. You swallow thickly, hating the way you crave for his cock to fill that vacant space in your throat. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

You answer too quickly. The desperate desire in your tone, the crack of your voice has not been lost on him. He chuckles to himself and picks up the pace. You can only hover your trembling fingers over your lips, clutch onto your nightgown with your other hand and watch him get himself off with pride. 

His large hand wraps around yours, grabbing onto the hem of your nightgown as well. You stiffen. Gazing at him in the soft moonlight, you wonder if he’d make you take over the task of getting him off. You wonder if he’ll guide your hand over his cock and show you how to pace your pumps, or if he’ll have you cup his balls and massage them while he continues to bring himself closer to his orgasm. 

But, he doesn’t entertain any of those options. Seokjin, instead, rubs your knuckles and whispers, “I don’t just like being watched; I like watching too.” He then pries the bunched up hem out of your hands and pushes it up to your hips. “Panties off.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” you hiss, breasts heaving from how horny this entire situation is making you. “I’m keeping them on.”

Seokjin raises a brow, as if offering one last chance for you to change your mind. When you simply hold his gaze, he nods and covers himself up again. You can tell he’s still going though, the lifts of the comforter being a dead give away. 

“What are you doing?”

“This is a two way street, Little Doe,” he taunts before dragging his tongue across your cheek. You shudder and melt into his frame as he continues, “You’re going to have to give a little to get some.”

A series of insults are on the tip of your tongue, but the stripe of saliva on your cheek is all you can focus on. You want him to do it again, the shame of that craving clear on your face. Seokjin can read right through the glare you then attempt to wear. He grunts quietly as that amused look colours his features. 

You can still hear the wet clicks of his pumps, the squeak of the springs when he rolls his hips in his hand. Gulping, you emptily gag on the ghostly imagination of his huge length squeezing into your throat.

He chuckles under his breath. The sound is all too cocky for your liking, jumpstarting your senses once more. 

“You’re a fucking prick,” you finally hiss.

“I know you want my dick.”

“You know that’s not what I said.”

Seokjin raises a brow. “You didn’t deny it though, did you?”

You want to curse him, hit him, suck him, screw him- no… A little ride wouldn’t hurt, though. A string of sparkling shivers slither up your spine at the thought of sitting on his cock. Nails in those broad shoulders, tits against his chest, ass smacking his thick thighs.

He smirks. He’s waiting. 

Nothing can hold back the pooling wetness of your core, and you refuse to deny it for much longer. Hooking your thumbs into your panties, you lift your hips and shimmy out of them. You’re about to toss them aside when Seokjin nudges your chin. He nods towards your mouth, silently ordering you to shove them in. 

“You can’t be serious,” you sigh, voice almost pleading. It’s not enough he’s having you follow orders, but to make you suck on your own soaked panties is just cruel. 

He only shrugs. You’re not even worth his words now. The humiliation is getting harder to ignore, your pussy gushing for it with every passing second. With a tiny huff, you shove your panties into your mouth. You taste dirty. You feel it too. But, he finally pulls the sheets back once more, letting you know you’ve earned the treat. A twinge of pride replaces the embarrassment. 

Pink tipped, oozing precum, his massive cock slightly curves. You can’t help the satisfied sigh that escapes you. Fingers latching on your pussy, you swirl your wetness around your clit. You’re about to shove two fingers in, eyes locked on his length to catch his warning glare, but he stops you. 

“Don’t you dare,” he hisses. 

You furrow your brows as if wordlessly asking how the fuck he thinks you can watch him and not be able to finger yourself. You need something in you. He ignores your stares, the little grunts you let out in protest and shifts your fingers back up to your clit. 

The curses you want to hurl at him get muffled into your panties. He knows this too well, that smirk on his lips only widening. And though you believe you can do whatever the fuck you want, you keep your fingers around your clit. You’ll take any amount of friction at this point. 

“Oh, you can spit that out now,” he shrugs. 

You pause. Wasn’t the point of the panties in your mouth to make sure you’re quiet? Seokjin ignores your confused looks, leaning his head back against the headboard. As you drop your panites out of your mouth, his true intentions finally settle upon you. It was never about silencing you, but about humiliating you. Every word he’s uttered since whipping his massive cock out has been an order, all of which you’ve eventually followed. 

You glare at him, finally meeting his eye as he lazily looks over at you. “Is everything a game to you?” 

Seokjin dips his head into the crook of your neck. You tilt your head up without much thought. His teeth graze your skin, warm tongue soon following to soothe those little bites he leaves behind. You whimper and shudder with every hot breath he fans over you.

How is he doing this so easily? Your fingers pick up their pace with every new jolt of pleasure his mouth brings. 

“Slow down,” he whispers while trailing wet kisses along your jawline.

Your mind wants to rebel and rub your clit with twice as much speed and force. However, your body yields to his commands, complying to his every order. You huff angrily, finding yourself defenseless against him. As a weak act of defiance, you rest your leg over his. 

He grins. His free hand rubs your inner thigh, making you regret your actions instantly. With every stroke up and down your leg, your pussy only gets wetter, needier for his hand. Your eyes flutter shut, body trembles as you begrudgingly submit your entire being to him. 

“Touch me,” you plead. 

Seokjin tightens his hold on your thigh. “And what do you call this, Little Doe?”

You whine, forcing your eyes open to meet his gaze. Noses brushing, breaths exchanging, your lips hover over one another. You force your hand off your clit and bite back a mewl from the lost contact. “Touch me,” you repeat, voice only just cracking. 

For once, his amused demeanour is nowhere to be found. Seokjin creases all movements. He pauses for a second, scanning your features, then drops his gaze between your legs. In deep thought, he bites his lip. You can’t help the cold vacancy around your pussy, hips slightly rolling up for attention. Seokjin takes your wrist and guides your wet hand to his cock. “Slowly,” he advises. 

Fingers hovering over his huge length, you nod. A squeal escapes you as you stroke him. Just from those gentle touches, you can feel how heavy he is. Hand trembling, you wrap your fingers around him and slowly pump. 

He sighs against your cheek. You hate how proud you feel, but the kisses he places near your lips distract you enough to melt into him. 

“Who knew you were such a good girl?”

“Shut up,” you snap, though your pace on his cock remains steady. 

Seokjin trails his fingers up your thigh, to your wetness. You moan upon feeling his fingers circle around your clit. “You’re even wetter than you look,” he whispers.

“I said, shut up.”

A sharp slap to your clit draws a yelp out of you. Though you glare at him, tightening your grip on his cock, he only continues with the smacks. Each one is harder than the last, forcing you to pull your legs to your chest once more. 

He chuckles, nudging his nose against yours. “Be a good girl, Little Doe, and spread’em.”  

You pout and nudge back. Seokjin presses his lips together, holding back whatever laughter you’ve provoked, then pushes his mouth against yours. The fact that you don’t hesitate to kiss him back surprises you. Up until now, all you thought you wanted was a quick fuck. Now, you can’t imagine how you’ve resisted the urge to kiss him for so long. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, taking control almost immediately. You want to say you’re annoyed but you love the way it feels around yours too much to fight against him any longer.

Slowly, you spread your legs once more. He lands one last smack on your clit then soothes the blissful stinging away by circling his fingers around your pussy again. He’s moving his hand faster than yours, making you moan against his lips. 

Seokjin pulls away with a smirk as your moans suddenly tumble into the room instead of his mouth. He laughs while you glare. “Aw, come on, Little Doe,” he purrs. “Aren’t you having fun?”

You pout, biting back moans, and pick up the pace of your pumps around his cock. If he wants to play, you have no problem doing the same thing. His hips buckle into your hand. You’re smirking now... until his hand moves faster. You follow his lead, picking up your pace as he picks up his. 

Lowly growling, Seokjin clenches his jaw. “Fucking slut,” he grunts. 

“Fucking prick,” you shoot back. However, your insult loses umph with every whining dip in your voice.

That amused look in his eyes is no more. His gaze hardens into something more sinister as he seethes, “Cum.”

You gasp as your hips roll into his hand. “You cum,” you huff. 

“Cum!”

“Cum…” Your voice may be losing its strength and authority, but the look in your eyes remains as cold as ever. 

Seokjin grins. He must feel your hole clenching, must sense how you’ve been tightening around emptiness, needy for a release. Does he know how horny that rasp in his authoritative voice makes you too? Does he know you’ll most likely be dreaming about him tonight from how his scent has imprinted itself on you?

“You’re pathetic.”

You really fucking are. How quickly did you give into him again? Are you needy to cum or needy for him? Your eyes slightly roll back as your toes curl. You’re getting closer; he’s bringing you closer. Can you really be to blame for yielding so quickly, though? He disarms your confidence within a few words. It feels like you were only cussing him out seconds ago for ordering you to take your panties off. And yet, here you are, on the cusp of cumming because he told you to. 

Body quaking, you throw your head back and bite on your lip to keep from screaming his name. Your ograsm hits you hard and quick. Riling beside him, you’ve lost control of your hand around his cock. Your pumps hesitate, losing momentum and speed. Seokjin finds himself having to warp his free hand around yours to make sure he gets off as well. 

Your ears are ringing, blood rushing to your head as you gush some more around emptiness. You pretend you’re stuffed though. You imagine his cock deep in, the imprint of his girth bulging from your stomach as you cum. You’re angry with him, with yourself, with how good all this feels. In the midst of uttering a curse, you feel a warm, thick shot of his cum land across your face. Another load paints your breasts and stains your nightgown. 

Seokjin’s panting, grunting, trying his best to stay quiet as well. Your hands retract from each other within seconds of riding the other out. You shudder from the last leaks of your orgasm and pull your legs into yourself. All the while, he’s resting his head back and palming himself. As his eyes flutter shut, you can’t help but stare. He looks just as heavenly post-orgasm. A light layer of sweat glistens on his forehead, wet lips seeming kissable one more. 

His breathing regulates as he looks over at you. Nothing can fight off your frustration at the sight of that lazy smirk on his face. He points up to his own nose and says, “You got a little somethin- Ow!” 

You grunt a smirk after swatting his arm. “Clean it off,” you order between breaths. “Now.”

He raises a brow. “You wanted it so bad. You clean it off.”

“That’s not what I said I wanted.” 

Seokjin licks his lips to fight off a smile. “Did you or did you not tell me to cum?”

“By that stupid logic, you have a mess down there you need to clean too.” 

To your surprise, he nods. Seokjin shifts, repositioning himself so that he’s in front of you. His strong hands wrap around your ankles and pull them apart before yanking you towards him. 

You gasp and fall back into your pillow, looking up at him in astonishment. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Cleaning up my mess,” he shrugs. As he dips his head between your legs, he says with a wink, “I suggest you do the same.”

There’s barely enough time to breath, let alone clean his cum off you, before his tongue latches onto your pussy. He slurps up your cum with vigor, shaking his head between your thighs. Lapping up your juices, sucking on your clit, he seems to change his intention from cleaning up his mess to creating a new one. 

Your fingers tangle into his blonde hair, tugging on the long strands as he peeks up at you. Upon finding you’ve done nothing but relish in the sensation of his warm tongue, Seokjin pulls his mouth away from your pussy. You lift your hips up, whining and mewling quietly in hopes that he’d find you just cute enough to continue. 

Seokjin pokes his tongue between the gaps of his teeth. In silence, he waits. You know what he wants, but you can’t find it in you to follow another order. He’s somehow managed to melt you into agreeing to every command. You’d rather suck him off than scoop his cum off your face and swallow it. 

“Do it.”

“No.” 

He huffs. His entire chest puffs out, shoulders rolling back as he leers over you. That usually glint of amusement dissolves into annoyance. “Do it,” he whispers. Though his voice may be quiet, tone soft, his eyes are unforgiving. It’s clear this is your last chance.

You don’t care. “No.”

He’s hovering over you. All you did was blink and he’s hovering over you. Hot, short breaths fan over your face. His tip pokes your lower belly. You’re trembling. His tongue shoots out, swiping across your face. One of his hands shoots to your chin, thumb pushing it down to open your mouth. He gathers some spit with his cum then drops the load into your mouth. 

Your right eye twitches, only just rolling back from the taste. You swallow almost immediately and force yourself to ignore the recoiling disappointment of your heart at how easily you give in even after putting up a sad excuse of a fight. 

Seokjin repeats the process, licking up the cum across your cleavage now. He pulls down the neckline of your nightgown to make sure he gets every drop. Again, he spits it into your mouth. And, again, you swallow. 

You think it’s over now. He has licked up every drop of cum off your skin, after all. But, Seokjin isn’t satisfied until you’ve swallowed it all. He cups your breasts, pushing them up to tighten your gown and licks the cum off it easier. You swallow without hesitation when he spits it into your mouth. 

Both his hands come down on your breasts. You jolt, biting your lip to keep from crying out a moan. “Next time,” he starts, groping and massaging your tits. “I won’t be so leintant.”

With your hands over your head, you quietly moan, reveling in the sweet action. You nod to his pathetic warning, knowing that in the end you’ll do whatever the fuck you want. Yet, you can’t find the courage to tell him that. 

Seokjin ceases all soft massages and tears your gown. You gasp and grip onto his wrists while looking down at your now exposed breasts.

“What the hell?” You whine in a whisper. 

He only smirks before returning to his side of the bed again. Making himself comfortable, he replies, “Sleep well, Little Doe.”

You scoff. He must think you won’t take the gown off, even if it were torn. You can’t fall asleep now knowing he has the upper hand. Sitting up, you pull the night gown off and toss it aside. Seokjin, having one arm tucked under his head, watches you with an amused smile. His eyes devour every exposed inch of you. As you lie back down, you realize you’ve played right into his trap once more. He wanted you just as naked as him. 

“You make it too easy,” he chuckles. 

“You really are a prick.”

He quirks a brow. “Funny. I don’t see you putting it back on if I’m such a prick.” 

You don’t want it on. He knows that. You sure as hell know that. But admitting it would only make that festering anger in the pit of your stomach bubble into your chest. “Just go to sleep, Jin,” you mutter, turning away from him. 

You want to believe that your bed has never felt more uneven, uncomfortable, unwelcoming, but you know that’s not the case. You’ve never felt warmer than with Seokjin beside you. His body by yours has been a better comfort than the emptiness you usually find back there. Does he feel it too? Is that why he was adamant on you watching him, joining him, swallowing him? Or was it all just another power play? 

He shifts behind you. You stiffen, chewing on your lip. His hand, hesitant and shaky, snakes across your waist. It freezes against your stomach. You gulp and flutter your eyes shut as you rest your arm over his. It’s as though that’s all the confirmation he needs to pull you back into his chest. Steady breaths tickling the nape of your neck, you allow yourself to lean into him. 

You tell yourself it’s the exhaustion. But the truth lies behind you, cradling your body against his. Lacing your fingers between his, you whisper, “This never happened.” 

Seokjin presses a ghost of a kiss upon the nape of your neck. “Whatever you say, Little Doe.”

The clucks of the hens and spray of the tap cannot drown out his infuriating laughter. He sounds like a choked seal, squealing chuckles uncontrollably. It’s embarrassing. He should be kicked out on that basis alone. 

You watch him chat up Mama and one of your aunties by the kitchen island. He makes another one of those stupid puns and they eat it up. Mama throws her head back, laughing along with him. Auntie Hyel chuckles and shakes her head before joining the rest of your family, your four uncles and Baba, outside. It’s as if this dismissal from Hogwarts was not at all his fault. Mama treats him like the son she never had. Laughing at his jokes, feeding him leftover egg and beef from her kimbap rolls; it’s disgraceful. They should both be ashamed of themselves. Everyone living in this house who has even given into his charms should be ashamed of themselves.

You shudder at last night’s memories, knowing you’re one of those people in this house now.

“Morning, dear,” Mama smiles upon finally spotting you on the staircase. 

Seokjin turns to face you, that prideful smirk plastered on his all too handsome face. Yes, you realize the cruel oddities of reality. Someone as horrible as Seokjin gets graced with undeniable beauty and you, with your kind heart and good intentions, are offered mediocrity.

He leans his elbows back on the counter. “Little Doe.”

The nickname hits differently now. Phantom shivers trail your spine upon hearing echos from last night. He purred that name one too many times to sit the same again. It used to twist your insides with disgust. But now all you can feel are nervous bursts of desire, and a yearning for his touch and presence like no other. 

“Shut it, you gerbil,” you hiss as you make the final step down the stairs. 

Your eyes lock on his lips, ghostly sensations of last night’s session all too fresh to ignore. Is it wrong to want them on yours again? Yes. He’s filthy, you remind yourself. Filthy with pride and an ego just as big as his dick. A huff escapes you as your hatred for him resurfaces. It takes everything in you not to shove him off his seat and take it instead. You know better than to do that in front of Mama. She’d smack the both of you with that wooden spoon by her side within seconds. 

Mama tsks at your name-calling when you take your seat. You meet her warning stare with caution. As you mutter a half-hearted apology, she sets a fresh cup of tea before you. Much like this morning, you drink the tea in small sips. 

“Thanks, Mama,” you mumble against the rim of the cup. 

Seokjin stares at you and smiles, “Yeah, Mama, thanks.”

You clench your jaw, keeping your eyes trained on the bento lunch boxes Mama prepares for your last amity meeting with Seokjin and Professor Trelawney. Since the two of you have met with your professor, you’ve broken every rule set by her. Insults are hurled consistently, taunts are made, threats are promised. The only thing the two of you haven’t done is prank each other. It’s too risky and the both of you can’t tolerate another second cut off from your friends. 

“Do you two think you can keep the teasing to a minimum today?” Mama asks as she wraps each box. “The headmistress is dropping by after lunch to tell you if you’ll be returning to Hogwarts.”

You furrow your brows as you set the teacup down. Seokjin turns to face Mama with the same expression. “What do you mean? I thought that after the amity sessions, we’d be able to go back.”

Mama avoids your gaze as she tucks a set of chopsticks under the wrapped knot. “Well, the amity sessions are not the only thing the headmistress has been looking into, (Y/N). You still have that fire to answer for.”

“This again,” you roll your eyes. Mama glares at you. “Sorry, it’s just you know I didn’t start it. Even Jin knows I didn’t.”

Seokjin remains silent, looking down at his cup of coffee. Mama looks between you and him then raises a brow. “I think poor Jin’s been through enough,” she coos at him before rubbing his shoulder. 

This is unbelievable. You’ve never really talked to him about it, but you just knew that he couldn’t possibly think that little of you, especially after last night. You know what you said, what you indirectly made him promise, but your words can’t erase that memory. Or, at least, it hasn’t for you. And now Mama is coddling him from you. You’re apparently the monster in his life, the conniving serpent that has plagued him and set fire to his stupid dorm. 

Up until now, you’ve regretted snooping around in his room for your letters, regretted even setting foot in his common room. You know you didn’t start that fire, but you’d be happy if you did. It’s the least he deserves for cutting you off from your family and now stealing them right from under you. 

Tilting your head back, you chug whatever is left of your tea. It scorches your tongue, but nothing burns more than the betrayal in your heart. Hopping off your seat, you set the teacup in the sink to be washed by the sponges you’d charmed. Mama senses your shift in demeanour and follows you to the broom closet. 

“He misses his family too, you know,” she says as you grab your broom. “Don’t you remember what it was like to not have your family with you?”

You shut the closet, not bothering to grab Seokjin’s broom for him, and turn to face Mama. “You mean when he stole my letters? He’s the one that should be investigated. You know I didn’t start-”

Mama places her hands on your shoulders, silencing you immediately. To your surprise, she pulls you into her chest and hugs you tightly. “Please, (Y/N),” she whispers. 

You’re not sure what she’s asking of you but you nod anyways. To show her to really understand, the moment she pulls away from you, you open the closet once more and grab his broom as well. She smiles and places a sweet kiss upon your forehead. 

Wrapping her arm around your shoulders, Mama guides you back into the kitchen. “You two take care now,” she smiles. 

You hand Seokjin his broom. He doesn’t even have the decency to thank you. “You’re welcome,” you bitterly spit under your breath. 

He ignores you. 

Mama is halfway up the stairs when she calls out to the both of you to have a great day. You grab your lunch and backpack then make your way to the door. Mounting on your broom, you don’t bother to wait for him and commence your last flight to Witching Wits, a wizarding cafe in the small muggle town nearby. 

Gusts of the wind and the scent of asphalt fills the space between you and Seokjin as you enter the little town. Your brooms are charmed to cloak you in with your environment so you’re invisible to a muggle’s eye. Seokjin doesn’t bother to race you to the roof of the cafe as he usually does. He hasn’t even so much as tossed you a look of any kind. You slow down just to give him a reason to speed up, but he doesn’t take the bait. And when you finally reach the rooftop, and dismount off your brooms, he doesn’t tap the edge of his broom on the green bricked chimney. 

You raise a brow. A line of questioning already forms in your mind, but you decide against voicing it. You don’t care, and why should you? He was the only that brought you into this mess, made you dive into every impulse. This time you’re going to go against your desires and curiosity. Tapping rhythmically on the edge of the chimney, the bricks shift into stairs that descend into the cafe. You lead the way in, not bothering to look over your shoulder to make sure he’s behind you. You’ve had enough of him already. Besides, his footsteps are a clear sign that he’s following along just fine. 

Professor Trelawney is late… again. She hasn’t been on time since these sessions began. You’ve never hated moments alone with Seokjin more than you did today. Wordlessly, you place your broom on the rack by the entrance and find an empty table in the corner. 

The routine is simple enough and you hate to think you’ve grown comfortable with it. You sit across from each other. Notebooks out, quills in hand or laying by an empty page, and Marina, the morning shift’s waitress, jumping back and forth from the counter to your table because she can’t seem to remember that neither of you have ordered anything. 

“Actually,” Seokjin cuts in when you decline to see a menu. “I’ll have a butterbeer with a shot of espresso.”

Face scrunched in disgust, you push past his revolting order and say, “But you already had coffee at home.”

Home. Is it his home? He blinks at the word, furrowing his brows at you. He sure has made it into his home; charming your family, taking your bed, eating your food. 

“I want another,” he shrugs once that disarmed look in his eye disappears. “How about we pretend I never had one to begin with. Would that make you feel better?”

Fear flushes whatever expression previously took over your features. You arch a brow and ask, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Seokjin shrugs. He sits back and twirls his quill between his fingers, watching you carefully. 

You cross your legs, draping the short, flowy shirt of your white dress over your thigh. “It must’ve meant something, or you wouldn’t have said it.”

“Does that same logic apply to actions?”

You know exactly what he’s referring to now. Pursing your lips, you bite back any insults that are begging to be thrown at him. Instead of giving into the subject he’s adamant on discussing, you bring up one he’s been avoiding since your arrival. “What was the point in stealing my letters?”

“I could ask you the same question about the fire.”

You huff. Why must he be this difficult? “You know I didn’t start it.”

His shoulders rise and fall again. Those shrugs are starting to really test your patience. On the cusp of tossing Mama’s advice out the window, Professor Trelawney's clunky footsteps echo down the brick staircase. Before she can make her way to your table, you lean in and whisper, “I hate you, I really do, but I’d never put you in that sort of danger, Jin. I’m not deranged.” With how much time you’ve spent thinking about his lips this morning, you might rethink that last claim, but you stay firm on your words. 

Seokjin tilts his head and quirks a brow at your last statement. You throw him a blank stare as Professor Trelawney makes her way towards your table. 

“I know,” he whispers. 

He knows. He knows and you’re still under investigation. Has he told McGonagall this? If he vouches for you then you can’t possibly lose your place at Hogwarts. You don’t have much time to ask him, however, as Professor Trelawney drops her heavy bag on the table. 

“Ah, Morning!” she smiles. Her eyes widen with delight behind those thick rimmed glasses. You hesitantly smile back, sneaking a glance at Seokjin. 

He replies with a quiet, “Good morning, Professor,” before meeting your gaze again. The usual cocky remark, arrogant approach, and amused looks are absent from his, dare you think, kind face. He seems so genuine in his stare that you almost regret asking him to forget about last night. You clearly haven’t. 

Marina returns with Seokjin’s order as Professor Trelawney takes a seat and pulls out her calming crystals. “Oh, is that a butterbeer with an espresso shot?” She asks with curious eyes. Before Marina can confirm, Professor Trelawney says, “I’ll have one too.” 

Seokjin throws you a cocky smirk. A silent “I told you so,” dances in his gaze. You roll your eyes and sit back in your seat. 

As Professor Trelawney continues to line up the crystals, she suggests starting these sessions as you always have. “Deep breath in then out and let the other know something you admire about them.”

You share an annoyed look with Seokjin, sighing deeply when he refuses to start... again. He always pulls the quiet card, knowing you’ll be the first to lose your patience and say something that gets mistaken as an effort to get the ball rolling. 

“Very good, Miss (L/N),” your professor smiles. “But this time add something you like about Mr. Kim.”

You don’t bother correcting her. Instead, you sit up straight and take a deep breath in. On the exhale you say, “I really admire the way you always test my patience.”

Seokjin glares. He inhales deeply then lets out, “I really admire the way you never let things go.”

Marina returns with Professor Trelawney’s order and they share a concerned look as you carry on with the exercise, saying, “I really admire how stupid you are.”

“I admire how annoying you are.”

“I admire your laziness.”

“I admire your cruelty.”

You furrow your brow, ball your fist and bite back the curses threatening to slip out. Cruelty? Didn’t he just say that he believed you’d never actively put him in any danger? Was he just saying anything to try and get you to bend to his every command again? Lips trembling, you reply, “I admire your dishonesty.”

Professor Trelawney takes a sip from her butterbeer, upper lip coated with foam, then lets out a shaky breath. “Well, that was a good start,” she tries her best to smile, setting her cup down. “Given that it’s our last day, let’s try doing this exercise right just once, hmm?”

Mama’s words trickle back to you. You want to make her proud, to continue your studies at Hogwarts, but he’s just so frustrating. And a part of you knows that even if you make an effort to show Professor Trelawney how you’ve progressed these last few days, it wouldn’t change a thing. The results of your investigation are still pending, no thanks to Seokjin.

“Now, let’s try using positives. Mr. Kim, why don’t you start us off this time?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you resist the urge to scoff. He’s been silent since the beginning for a reason. If you give into insults first, he has the excuse of defending himself when he shoots one back. And though you know this every well, it only makes you want to swear at him even more. 

Seokjin huffs, twirling his quill between his fingers. Breathing in deep, he says, “I admire your determination.”

Lies. 

Swallowing your curses, you reply, “I admire your resilience.” 

Seokjin pauses. He tilts his head at you, eyes narrowing. Scanning your features, he seems to be searching for signs of deceit. Expressionless, you stare back. He must’ve interpreted your lack of emotion for sincerity as his gaze softens. Sitting up, he licks his lips to hide a little smile. “I admire your passion.”

When has he ever seen you so passionate? This really is a joke to him; you’re a joke to him. You open your mouth to call him out for his lies when the strangest look surfaces on his face. You’re not certain what it is, but you can tell that it lacks defense and hostility. He’s radiating warmth. Lips in a… kind smile, he awaits your reply. Could he… Could he really be serious?

“I admire your ability to charm a room.”

Perhaps he heard something too raw in your voice, his brows momentarily shooting up. Have you been too honest?

“I admire your honesty.”

You have been too honest. Now, you’ve never been more confused. Does he or does he not believe you? You only wish you can ask. 

Professor Trelawney giggles into her half empty cup. “Well done,” she smiles, more foam coating her upper lip. Neither you nor Seokjin make an effort to let her know, sharing a knowing smile. The professor doesn’t think too much of it, though. She simply assumes her efforts are finally sinking in. 

“Let’s pick up where we left off yesterday.”

You flip back to yesterday's page. The last two weeks have been a series of attempting to compliment each other and recording all the pranks the two of you have pulled during this school year alone. Only two more pages, out of twenty-five, remain. Each of you must state the prank, explain why you did it and why you regret doing it. You have yet to receive an apology for all the crap he’s done to you… you also have yet to issue one yourself. 

“We last stopped with you, Mr. Kim. What’s the next prank on your list?”

Seokjin chews on his lip. “Blonde hair,” he mutters, playfully glaring your way.

Professor Trelawney leans forward. She inspects his hair, asking, “That’s not natural?”

No. What seems to be natural, however, is how good any colour of hair seems to look on him. You had intentionally intended to dye his hair pink. But, when you “accidently” spilled a bit of potion all over his head, he only looked better. The colour didn’t even clash with his red uniform. So, you quickly threw some mint leaves in and spilled some more over his head. Teal looked better than the pink. As a last ditch effort, while Professor Slughorn made his way to you, you tossed some butterscotch strings in and poured it all over his head again. The blonde stuck, striking beauty from every angle. 

“That was not supposed to happen,” you confess with a smile playing on your lips. 

“You poured that disgusting potion on me three times. I think you knew exactly what you were doing.”

Well, at least something good came from trying to dye his hair. He may have looked good but the potion sure as hell didn’t feel that way. “You mixed up my schedule. I was late for astronomy six times,” you explain as a means of an excuse.

“That’s because you charmed your necklace to hiss at every girl I tried to date.”

You shrug. “Someone needed to warn them how slimy you are.” Professor Trelawney clears her throat. “Were,” you correct. “How slimy you were.”

The professor rubs her temples. “No,” she sighs. “Don’t you have something to say to Mr. Kim?”

You’ll be damned if you apologize first. He’s the one that started all this; he should be the one apologizing. And, if you’re satisfied enough with his groveling, you might consider issuing an apology for your actions as well. 

“For what it’s worth,” you start. Seokjin raises a brow. Professor Trelawney holds her breath. “My plan backfired. I only kept pouring the potion over you because you look great in every colour.” 

An exhausted sigh escapes your professor. She tries to remain positive however, smiling and nodding as she moves the conversation along. “And what about this necklace charming ordeal?”

“What about it?”

“Why did you charm the snakes on your necklace to hiss at his girlfriends?”

You pause. Why did you do that? You remember that it was a week before the Yule ball. Mitch, a fellow Slytherin, was in the middle of asking you something. You don’t exactly remember the details of that conversation. However, you do remember watching Seokjin over Mitch’s shoulder. He was being all too enchanting, courting Rina, who is possibly the kindest Hufflepuff you’d ever met. You remember watching her swoon and watching him notice. 

Your heart festers with a familiar rage. The charming spell comes to you in a hard wave once again, just as it did that day. 

“He reordered my notes,” you lie. 

“That was the excuse you used when you bought four hundred chocolate frogs in my name and released them into the Gryffindor common room,” Seokjin points out.

You avoid his narrowing gaze as both he and Professor Trelawney await the truth. Why did you do that? Why did you do that? The question circles around your head, excuses nowhere to be found. Nothing even really came of it. He ended up going to the ball with Rina anyways. And you went with Jimin since he’s your best friend and the only person you can tolerate being around for an entire night. Had you wanted Seokjin to take you instead? You internally cringe at the thought. 

“I don’t know,” you finally answer.

Silence falls over the table. You can’t meet their eyes, fearing they may see something you’re trying to bury deep within you. Professor Trelawney curls her lips in. Furrowing her brows, she asks, “Well, do you regret your actions?”

“Yes.”

Perhaps it’s the lack of hesitance in your reply, or the firmness in your tone. Either way, Professor Trelawney believes you. She carries along with the session. You and Seokjin go back and forth for the next couple of hours, crossing out every prank you finish addressing. 

Finally, your latest pranks remain. 

“How about we start with how you found out Seokjin had your letters?”

You swallow thickly. This happens to be the choppiest part of your story, according to the headmistress. “Someone,” she had said. “Someone told you?”

“Someone told you?” Professor Trelawney echoes when you repeat yourself to her. 

You nod. 

“Who?” Seokjin immediately questions. 

“Someone.”

“Mitch?”

How the fuck did he know that? Did Mitch tell anyone else? But if he made you promise not to say anything, then why would he go tell others? Setting your jaw, you repeat through gritted teeth, “Someone.” 

“Jimin?”

“No!”

“So, Mitch then?”

How does he keep doing that? You furrow your brows, exhaling sharply from your nose. What’s got him thinking it was Mitch to begin with? Had he maybe overheard Mitch telling you about it in the great hall? But, if that was the case, why didn’t he put in a better effort in hiding them? He just left them unattended in the first drawer of his night table, opened and vulnerable to any other prying eyes.  

Fear of someone else finding out about you and your family returns in sharp pains of your gut. You shift your crossed arms down to your stomach between shaky breaths. “Why are you certain it’s him?”

Seokjin smirks. “You had no problem denying that it was Jimin. Saying it’s not Mitch seems to be a struggle for you.”

It’s your fault for underestimating his intelligence. Yes, you constantly tell him he’s stupid, but you both know that’s not the case. And it’s the fact that you know how smart he is and that he knew better than to steal your personal property and invade your privacy only furthers your hatred towards him. Sighing, you reply, “It doesn’t matter who told me. What I would like to know is why you had to read them?”

All colour drains from his face. “I didn’t.”

You scoff, running your tongue between the gaps of your teeth. It’s vital that you keep your temper in check. You know that if you cause a scene now, you’d only look even guiltier. “Why were the letters opened then?”

“Look, I didn’t read them,” he huffs.

The atmosphere only darkens around your table, thickening with each trembling breath the two of you take. Professor Trelawney hisses at the sight of your auras and begins to flail her hands about, cleansing them from all that negative energy. You know things are starting to get out of control when an entire room of magical creatures look towards your table with concern and confusion. 

Glancing at Seokjin, you can’t help but glare. Everything he’s done, everything he’s said before this point has contradicted itself. He says he believes you, but won’t vouch for you. He says he never read your letters, but opened them anyways. He says the right things before bed, looks the right way, touches you in the right places, but then can’t meet your gaze the next morning. In all fairness, you had told him to forget about last night in so many words. However, his withdrawal from certain conversations is not lost on you. And it is for this reason that you cannot stomach to look at him any longer. 

“I need some air,” you suddenly mutter, cutting Professor Trelawney off. Lost so deep in thought, you hadn’t even realized that she was talking. 

“Alrigh-”

The screech of your chair cuts her off once more. The sad look on her face fills your heart with guilt. You hesitantly rest a hand on her shoulder and mumble, “Thank you for cleansing my aura. I feel a bit better with all that negativity gone.” 

Professor Trelawney smiles up at you. She holds onto your elbow and nods. “Of course, dear. You enjoy your lunch now.”

Forcing a smile, you pull your hand away from your professor. The intimacy is getting more and more uncomfortable. The most feeling you’ve put into anyone else was last night, and that’s not a fact you’re proud to admit. 

In seconds, you’re abandoning all feelings and thoughts. You turn your ink lid close tight and toss it into your bag with all your other things. In your peripherals, you can see Seokjin rushing to do the same. If he thinks he’s going to ruin your only moment alone with excuses, he’s sadly mistaken. Grabbing your lunch, you make your way to the broom rack and take the first familiar broom you see. Up the green brick steps you go, and under the wind you fly away from Witching Wits cafe; away from Kim Seokjin. 

The flight to Doe’s Peak is long, but worth the time. You land atop the highest hill, amongst the tallest grass. You’ve tossed glances behind you all throughout the flight, making sure Seokjin wasn’t following you. Now that you’ve made it though, alone with only the wind’s mocking melodies for company, you partly wish he had followed you. 

Dismounting off your broom, you let it fall by your feet. You’ve snuck away to this hilltop since the first amity session. You needed a breather then too after a heated argument about whether or not you taught Professor Flitwick’s frogs to follow Seokjin around and sing ominous notes every time he entered a room. You did, but no one needed to know that. You let your words get the best of you then too. 

Pulling out a white, red striped sheet from your bag, you shake it out and lay it on the floor. After one too many trips here, you’ve learned to come prepared. Actually, before these amity sessions, you haven’t flown up here in awhile. You used to always run away to this hilltop since it had the best view of the entire muggle town on one side and the country roads on the other. 

A large forest separates the peak from the countryside. As you sit yourself down on the thin blanket and unwrap your lunch, you remember tricking both the country and townspeople that a beast lurked these parts. It was before you realized you had magic. You came on a hiking trip with your family and fell in love with the scenery. You wanted to keep it all to yourself, so you attempted to roar into the forest. You were only seven; how were you supposed to know that you’d sound more like a bear than you intended to? By some twist of fate or another, you got what you wanted: an eyeful of scenery for your viewing only. 

You face the town now, watching the muggles bustle around in the distance. With a mouthful of kimbap, you pull your portable green radio out of your bag and flick it to life. A reply of the last quidditch game sounds. Slytherin against Gryffindor. Hearing the game all over again, you can’t help but sigh. You should’ve been there, batting bludgers towards Seokjin. He’s a seeker, but that’s never stopped you from swinging your bat towards him before. 

“Slytherin scores again! Gryffindor’s only chance to win now lies with the golden snit-”

You switch the radio off with a wave of your hand. Another second of this rerun and you might just chuck the radio down the hill. 

The wooden sign at the edge of the hilltop creaks from the forces of the wind. Shoving the last piece of kimbap into your mouth, you glance up at it. The hill was named Theodore’s Peak, but the other letters had fallen off long before you were born. Now, despite the discolored outline of the previous letters, the sign reads Doe’s Peak. 

It’s a bit ironic, you think as you scarf down the last little bits of egg in your lunch box. The hill belongs to you and your patronus is a doe. Now, if only Seokjin could let that go. 

Ah, Seokjin. Why can’t you go a single moment without his name on the tip of your tongue? Is he really that infuriating, that intoxicating that he needs to be entrenched in your every thought? Full of anger and frustration, you look back out at the town and inhale deeply. On the exhale, you scream at the top of your lungs. Screwing your eyes shut tight, you let every drop of rage out in a long scream. 

When you’re done, you shut your bento box, wrap it up tight and push it aside. You, then, mentally vow to go the rest of this lunch not thinking about Kim Seokjin while reaching into your bag to search for your peach. If this is to be your last few moments as a witch, the results of your investigation still pending, then you’ll spend them admiring your favourite place, alon-

A snap of a branch chills your blood. No one dares hike through the woods. You slowly turn your head down to the forest. Squinting, you notice a figure trying, and failing, to hide behind a tree trunk. Clenching your jaw, you attempt to swallow your anger. But then he laughs. 

“Get lost, gerbil face!” You shout. 

“What?”

“GET LOST!”

“COME UP?”

He’s doing this on purpose. Before you can yell curses, he flies up to where you are, dismounting by your broom. You roll your eyes, finally grabbing hold of your peach in your bag and pulling it out. Your bag tips over, but you pay it no mind. You’re all too consumed by Seokjin and his returning cocky smirk. 

“Get lost,” you repeat before taking a big bite out of your fruit. You don’t bother to spare a glance up at him.

Seokjin takes this as an invitation to sit. His eyes flicker from your bag to you. “You took my broom.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “So, you hid down there and watched me eat?” You ask around your food. 

“I’m not some creep.”

“You did follow me up here.”

He lets out a flustered sigh, looking out into the town. “I heard you yelling. Forgive me for wanting to make sure you were okay.” Tone drenched in sarcasm, he avoids your confused gaze. 

You open your mouth to call bullshit, but pause. Though you’d hate to admit it, that does sound like something he’d do. He’s a douchebag, but an honourable one. No matter how much he hates you, he’d never let you face a dangerous situation alone. Or, at least, you hope he wouldn’t. So, instead of insulting him or calling him a liar, you take another bite of your peach.  

“You come up here a lot?” He asks. 

You ignore him. 

He hums quietly. Then, reaches his hand back. “Is this why?”

Mid eye roll, mid chew, you freeze. He holds your dark green dildo in his hand, examining it in the bright afternoon sun like it’s some rock he found laying around. You know it’s big, having selected it on it’s size alone, but it looks small in his hand. You drop your peach, choke on the bites you try to swallow and lunge to grab that toy out of his hand. The only reason you’ve kept it in your bag was to keep it out of his sight. 

Seokjin laughs as he holds it high out of your reach. You scamper around over his lap like a little dog in desperate need for a treat. “Down, girl,” he teases with a smirk. 

Your arousal instantly pools between your legs at the reference. Though riddled with humiliation, you can’t fight the angry desire coursing through your veins. One of your peach juice stained hands suddenly wraps around his neck. You gently squeeze, ignoring the shudder of pleasure that runs down your spine at the gulp of his adam’s apple. 

Eyes locking, he raises a brow. Is that a challenge? Does he not think you can squeeze any harder? Despite being fueled by rage, you only just tighten your grip around his neck. 

He scoffs. 

You add your other hand, threatening, “I’ll do it.”

He smirks. “I dare you.”

Without much hesitance, your grip tightens. Seokjin moans. A gasp escapes you, turning his pleased groans into laughter. He just needs one hand to push both yours off him. Then your throat is caught in his grasp. He squeezes without warning, smirking down at you as he whispers, “That’s how you choke a brat.”

Chest heaving, straggled moans pour out of you. Seokjin must’ve thought the buttoned dress was too constricting around your breasts. He raises his brows as he looks down at your cleavage and grazes the buttons. You take this as a silent request to continue. Against your better judgement and the anger that wants to tear him apart, you nod. 

He wastes no time on anymore reassurances. Button after button is unclasped. Your bra becomes more and more exposed. His grip tightens as the sleeves fall off your shoulder. He reaches behind you, hovering his lips over yours, and loosens your bra. Exchanging his breath for yours, he purrs, “Take it off.”

“You want it off so bad; you take it off.” 

Echoing his words from last night, with your own variation of course, is possibly the deadliest thing you could do. Seokjin pulls your bra down, the straps falling off your shoulder too, and slaps one of your breasts. 

You hiss, glaring at him. He takes the look as another challenge, smacking your other breast much harder than the last. 

“Jin!” 

His gaze lacks remorse. With another couple of slaps on each breast, he seethes, “Take the bra off.”

You huff through your nose. He tightens his grip. There’s only so much of this you can resist. Licking your lips, you push the sleeves of your dress off to finally remove your bra. Though your top half is exposed, the cool, late spring breeze hardening your nipples, your bottom half is still concealed under the skirt of your dress. 

Seokjin releases your throat with a shove. You fall back on your elbows with a squeal. There hasn’t been a moment, a word hissed, a breath exchanged that you haven’t glared at him for. Sitting up, you have every intention of shoving him back. However, the moment you push yourself up, your lips find his. You want to say that you fought as hard as he did to be the one to have the upper hand, but you know you can’t. Not even a half-hearted effort was put into being the one to leer over the other. You surrendered within seconds, laying back down on the sheet as his frame hovered over yours. 

He breaks the kiss and stretches his head back. You follow the silent command, instantly latching your wet lips onto his soft skin. You kiss, suck, lick at the sensitive flesh of his neck as he trails a hand down to your pussy. A little chuckle escapes him when he finds that you’re pantiless. 

“Were you hoping I’d find you?” he asks. You bite down on his collarbone, earning yourself a smack on you pussy. “No panties and a fucking toy,” he whispers. “If you wanted me this badly, you should’ve just said so.”

Why does he have to waste such precious time running his mouth? You’re both needy for a fuck. Why won’t he just let that be it? There doesn’t have to be some sort of secret meaning hidden within every kiss received or touch offered. 

Pulling your face out of the crook of his neck, you part your lips to tell him to just shut up and fuck you, when he adds, “That’s why you scared Rina away, right? And the others too?” 

You flinch upon hearing her name. 

Seokjin smirks. He cups your pussy and hums a quiet moan at the wet heat it radiates. “I really didn’t think you were the jealous type.”

You’re so ashamed, you can’t even meet his gaze to glare at him. Burying your face back into the crook of his neck, your clutch onto his broad shoulders and seethe, “Shut up.”

He pets your clit one stroke at a time. Eyes rolling back, you lean into his frame and hold on tight. You know he’s being gentle now, but if you learned anything from last night, it’s that Seokjin’s mood changes with the wind. His free hand wraps around you, further pressing your body into his. Only when your bare breasts are smushed against his covered chest do you realize that he’s still fully clothed. He’s never looked better in a white shirt and some jeans but you’d just wish he’d stop with all these games and strip enough to fuck you already. 

Cupping your pussy again, he asks, “Do you want my cock, Little Doe?” You roll your hips into his hand and eagerly nod. Seokjin tightens his hold on your heat, drawing a little grunt out of you. “Then, answer the question, you dirty slut.”

“Yes, I want you,” you sigh, answering the second question. Though you know that’s not what he wanted you to reply to, you hope your lack of hesitance to confess other truths would be enough to end this line of questioning all together. 

It’s not. 

That hand he has on the small of your back, cradling you close to his frame, shoots up to your hair. He tugs on it, pulling your face out from the crook of his neck. You cry out in surprise. Shame rises from your gut at the realization that you love this rough act more than you should. Craning your neck more than necessary, he whispers against your lips, “Just be a good fucking girl for once, you pathetic brat, and tell me the truth.”

Closing your eyes, you let out a shaky breath. You might have to admit your most shameful secret, but you refuse to look him in the eye while doing it. “Fine,” you huff. Voice trembling, you admit, “I was jealous.” 

Seokjin places a soft kiss on your chin, a stark contrast to the rough grip he has on both your pussy and hair. “Good,” he mutters against your jawline. “Now, look me in the eye and say it again.”

A new rush of arousal pools into his hand. You feel him smirk against your skin. He knows all too well about your infatuation to be humiliated not to draw out every second of it. 

You slowly open your eyes to meet his amused ones. “I was jealous,” you repeat with a shudder. The words sound even more pathetic the second time around. The little cracks in your voice don’t soothe the sting of that fact. “I hate you.”

Seokjin smiles. “Don’t ruin all your progress now, Little Doe. You were doing so well.”

“Fuckin-”

He shuts you up with a kiss. You don’t even have the strength within you to not give into him. What more do you have to stand for? Your pride? He’s clearly trampled all over it. Your hatred? You’re slowly starting to question the legitimacy of that feeling because kissing him has made you feel refreshed with giddy desire. And feeling him has ignited every nerve on fire. It feels similar to hate, you know it does. It twists your guts and crushes your heart. It weighs down on your chest and shatters any belief in any other possibility but him. When he kisses you, when he holds you, when he plays with you like this, all you can believe in is him.

The harsh grip on your scalp softens and softens until it’s no more. His hand releases your hair and trails around to your chin. He holds you by your jaw as he lays you down on the sheet. After another soft kiss, he removes his hand from your pussy and reaches for that long, smooth curved dildo instead. Much to his amusement, a little giggle escapes you. Your defenses have fallen sometime between the first use of slut and that second kiss. You should be ashamed by the fact that you’re visibly eager to be ruined by him but you aren’t. In fact, you relish in the fact that you’re excited for him to see you so vulnerable, so submissive. And he seems to enjoy that too.

Seokjin leers over you with a little smile. He pulls your jaw open and shoves the toy into your mouth. You hold his gaze while swirling your tongue around the heavy object. He pushes your hair back, admiring the way you gag every time he shoves the toy further into your mouth without warning. Tears only just prick your eyes when he finally pulls it out

“Was that too much?”

You shake your head. 

He nods and moves the toy down. You spread your legs wider in anticipation. The two of you watch as he runs the side of the dildo between your folds before pushing it in. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, you rest your head back down on the ground. Your pussy’s already clenching around it. His other hand wanders around your torso, slapping and groping your breasts. With your arms up over your head, you roll your hips up into his hand, desperate to make him move the dildo or, at the very least, turn it on. 

“You want me to move it?” 

“Yes.”

He smirks. “Suck my dick.”

Your eyes widen, glancing between him and his crotch. “The whole thing?” The moment the question leaves your lips, you internally cringe. The whole thing, you mockingly think. Why the fuck would he want half his dick sucked? 

Seokjin chuckles. “If you think you can take it, yeah.” He nods down to his belt and says, “The whole thing.”

You gulp. Though the task is daunting, you can’t ignore how empty your throat feels. Chewing on your lip, you undo his pants and push it down to his knees with his underwear as well. His huge cock springs out, smacking you in the face. 

“Ah~,” you gasp. 

He only chuckles, positioning the tip in your already open mouth. Maybe he’s getting impatient, or maybe he just likes the fact that the moment his dick seems to appear, your jaw drops. Either way, you start sucking on his tip, swallowing his precum, and he watches you, a pleased smirk plastered on his face.

Propping up on your elbows, you level your face with his hips. It’s a bit easier to suck him off now, but you don’t dare get carried away. Already your jaw aches from his weight alone. Sucking and slurping, you lose yourself in your task to even realize that the toy’s moving inside you. 

It’s not enough. It’s not the same. With his cock in your mouth, his girth and a quarter of his length down your throat, you just know that nothing can compare to this. That dildo, the one you’ve been using for a couple of years now, the one that has made you squirt more times than you can count, only seems like a poor excuse for a toy now. 

You bring your hand up to his cock, pulling him out of your mouth for a breather. Quiet moans escape you, but it’s mainly due to the way he tastes. Jerking him off, you look up at him, pout your lips and ask, “Turn it on?”

Bringing his brows together, Seokjin licks his lips. “It turns on?”

You nod. He starts to shake his head at your request, but you open your mouth once more and smack his tip on your tongue. He pauses. You do it again and again, moaning erotically in hopes that the image would be pronogrpahic enough for him to finally agree. 

For once, your plan works. 

Seokjin mutters, “Turn it on then.” 

You squeal in delight, waving a hand down towards your crotch to get the dildo started. It hums loudly, vibrating harshly against your walls as you set it to the highest intensity. He raises a brow down at the toy. 

Worried he’d catch onto your actions, you quickly return to your ordered task. You deep-throat as much of him as you can without much of a warning and pump the rest of his cock at a quick, harsh pace. All the while, you're holding his gaze. However, even with the sight of tears streaming down your face and a mouthful of dick, Seokjin remains sharp and focused. 

The moment you turned that vibrator on, he ceased all movements. Holding it still in your pussy, he watches you devour his cock to overcompensate for the fact that you indirectly disobey him. But judging by the cocky look in his eyes, you’re starting to think this is exactly what he thought would happen. 

Realization hits you, mid-slurp, and you stop all movements. Warming his cock in your throat, you glare up at him through your blurry vision. This entire time you’ve been playing right into his hand. And why are you even taken aback by this discovery? You know you love it. He knows you love it. Why are you finding that so hard to admit yourself?

You’re about to pull him out but he holds onto the back of your head and pushes you back down on him. Gags vibrate around his cock at the same rate the toy buzzes in you. It’s uncontrollable and all he does is grunt and growl, throwing his head back. Seokjin knows he’s pushing your limits right now, but he doesn’t seem to care. Only when you grip onto his thigh does he let you go. 

Wet and slobbery, you swallow mouthfuls of oxygen even while his tip rests on your tongue. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were the toy in this situation, not whatever’s vibrating in your pussy right now. 

Seokjin takes the dildo out of you while gently nudging you to lay back down. “You’ll be a good girl now? You won’t try anything else?”

You scoff. “How is it fair that you get to play around all you want?”

Holding your gaze, he presses the edge of the toy against your clit. You instantly cry out and roll your hips into it. He then pulls it away and watches you whine and huff in frustration. 

“That’s why.” 

Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you roll your eyes. “I can do that too.”

“You already did,” he points out, referring to your little attempt to try to distract him from the fact that you turned it on to any intensity you wanted. “Do I need to remind you how that turned out for you?”

Then it hits you. He wasn’t playing around; he was punishing you. A string of curses loops in your mind at how stupid you’ve been. You should’ve tried to humiliate him back, degrade him just as well as he had degraded you. You shouldn’t have inflated his ego like this. You shouldn’t have disregarded the one thing that has kept him in your life for this long; your pride. 

Crossing your arms under your breasts, consequently pushing them together, you reply, “Do I need to remind you that you’re just as horny as I am?” Seokjin circles around your head so that he is leering right above you. You have to lean your head back to talk to him as you continue. “I know how hard you are, Jin. I know how badl-”

Seokjin cuts you off by smearing his tip over your lips. You fall silent. Staring up at him, you try to resist the urge to lick your lips. You do, however, open your mouth wide without being asked to. Though you tell yourself that you’re doing this because you want to, though you know deep down that everything you do is for him. 

He spares no time with words. The moment you open your mouth, he leans forward and pushes his cock down your throat. His weighty balls fall against your forehead and large hands reach for your breasts to mount himself. He doesn’t move; he simply sits over your head while your throat keeps his cock warm.

He doesn’t fit. It doesn’t stop him from squeezing himself in. Your throat burns. The gags and tears don’t bother him. Your hands on his thighs, nails digging into his flesh, doesn’t faze him. The fact that he doesn’t fit isn’t an issue in his mind. He probably won’t fit in your pussy, but you both know that won’t stop him either. 

As you choke on him, throat constricting, swallowing his length upon command, he grabs the vibrating dildo somewhere by your head and presses it against your clit once more. You can’t even moan with his cock this far down your throat. Your hips spasm, though, and legs tremble. You roll into the toy, squirming under his body. 

“You really need a mouthful of dick to follow orders?” He asks over your gags and the buzzes of the vibrator. Slowly, he starts to pull out of you.

You want to say the first sound to escape you the moment he’s out is a gasp for fresh air, but you can’t. You moan instead. You moan his name. The denial will never die, so long as the truth is this obvious. Every breath you spend on him rather than yourself only further proves that fact. 

He stays hovering behind your head, cock perched against your cheek, as he continues to get you off from this angle. Little chuckles fill the space between you with every desperate, broken moan of his name that pours out of you. Your panting, your throat’s aching, and yet all you can think, all you can say is “Jin, Jin, Jin.”

Pussy clenching, hips buckling, your orgasm nears. Looking up at him, you find his attention is locked on your crotch. A little smile tugs on your lips with that familiar sense of pride blushing in your chest. Captivating him like this turns you on too much to be able to soundly admit. Something about making him happy, making him lose himself over you makes you proud. Maybe you just like the attention, you tell yourself while wrapping your hand around his cock. 

Curious and dark, his eyes snap back to yours. Moaning against his length, you stare up at him innocently. What’s the use of fighting your need for him… when he’s controlling that vibrator? As long as he’s in control, you know you’re going to have to give into every order blindly, especially if you want to cum. You tell yourself that you’ll do what he says because you haven’t had a good fucking in a while then push any opposing arguments to the side. 

Seokjin smiks. “Close, Little Doe?” 

So very close. You can’t hide the quaking of your legs. You’re just glad he’s not sitting near your pussy or he’d be able to see how much it quivers for him. Sucking harshly on his tip, you nod and hum, “Mhm.”

Your gasps are breathless, moans desperate as you feel your orgasm threaten to take over. Shutting your eyes, you throw your head back and-

“No!”

His obnoxious laugh meets your ears. You cry out curses as you sit yourself up and turn to look at him. Face blotched with tears, spit and precum, you glare at him. “You fucker!”

He only laughs harder. Having had enough of his games, you reach for the vibrator. You don’t need him; you can do it yourself… if he’ll let you, that is. Seokjin holds the toy out of reach once more when you attempt to grab it out of his hands. 

“I was so close!” You whine, clutching onto the collar of his shirt. 

Mocking your whines, he grabs onto your ass to keep you still. Your eyes then widen, the tip of his erection poking at your stomach. With the two of you now on your knees, battling for the upper hand, the desire to have him in you only intensifies. Your dress pools around your knees as you straighten your posture. The act of hooking a leg around his waist to jump on his cock is all too tempting. The fast murmurs of the vibrator is long forgotten now that all your mind can think about is how easy it would be to take what you want. That’s what he has been doing this whole time anyways, right?

Eyes dark and drenched in dominance, he smiles. He really thinks he’s won, that he’s got you wrapped around his finger. From a single glance, you know he believes you’ll do anything for him. And maybe if he hadn’t edged you that hard, you would’ve played right into his hand again. But, he got drunk off this control and it’s about time you reclaim it. 

You may be naked, but you’re about to uncover every single one of his cocky glances and sly smirks. Destruction is your goal. 

Softening your gaze, you pout your lips and press them to his chin. Seokjin stiffens. His grin falls. He brings his brows together and watches you carefully. You arch your back to push your ass further into his hand. Mewling against his jawline, you release his shirt and slither a hand to his neck. 

Seokjin scoffs and lowers his hand, dropping the vibrator. Both his hands cup the underside of your ass, lifting you up and spreading your legs enough to position his cock between your folds. Biting back a smirk, you slither your other hand through his long, pulled back hair and exaggerate an innocent whine. He eats it up, rolling his hips into yours. 

The little bit of friction against your clit only derails you for a second as your breath hitches. He’s getting too comfortable with this feigned submissive state you’re displaying. When he starts to massage your cheeks, you know you’ve got him hooked. He’s too vulnerable to predict your next move.

As his eyes flutter close and he leans in for a kiss, you grab onto his throat. His eyes shoot open, but it’s too late. You pull his head back by the grip on his hair and dig your nails into his neck. Bearing your teeth, you graze and nibble on his jawline. He spanks you as a means of retaliation, but the gasp that escapes you only adds to your anger. 

“You really thought you could get away with that?” You question while tightening your grip on his throat. Seokjin gulps. You giggle when you feel his adam’s apple bob under your palm. “You should’ve let me cum, you pathetic slut.”

Using his words against him only seems to humour the situation. He laughs, trying to look at you despite the fact that you’re holding his head back. “Let me go before I lose my patience, Little Doe,” he rasps. 

You’re the one that has a hold on him. He can’t tell you what to do. How does he even have the guts to taunt you when you’ve got him in such a degrading position. You clench your jaw and grunt. 

“I won’t tell you again.” The humor in his tone has disappeared. 

Huffing, you raise a brow. If you need to assure your dominance over him, then that’s exactly what you’ll do. Gathering your saliva, you spit over his lips. He flinches. “Lie the fuck down,” you order. 

Seokjin darts his tongue out and licks his lips. Sighing, he whispers, “I’ll tell you what. If you can lay me down yourself, without using magic, I’ll apologize for everything.”

That tool. He must think the least of you if he’s willing to bargain this much. You’re about to tell him to shut up and do as you say, but then he smirks. He really believes you can’t do it. Anger doesn’t fully encompass your feelings towards him, and neither does rage at this point. You’re livid. Heart pumping a vicious dose of spite and pride, you release his throat and attempt to shove him down by his shoulders.  

He doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even pretend to be affected. You should’ve known better than you push him by his strongest point. His shoulders are massive; of course, they’d keep him up. Your next attempt focuses on his chest as you try to shove him down from there. Seokjin chuckles, biting his lip to keep the rest of his laughter in. 

“Just give up,” you shout while trying to climb over him. The hope of your body weight being enough of a factor to bring him down, backfires. Now you’re the one locked in his grip. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, breasts in his face. 

“I was just about to say the same thing to you,” he smiles. 

You let go of his hair. Both hands grip onto his shoulders as you watch his messy hair come undone. A few strands fall over his eyes. From this angle, with his long hair everywhere and chin leaning into your breasts, he looks harmless, perhaps even enchanting. He’s beautiful. That’s a fact you can never deny. It’s been true the moment you saw him all those years ago and it’s true now. But that amount of dominance is all your pride is willing to accept at this point. 

Pushing those soft strands of hair out of his face, you whisper, “Lay down, Jin.”

Seokjin shakes his head, nuzzling his face between your breasts. Your breath hitches as he makes himself comfortable by kissing and biting just under each tit; your most sensitive areas. Eyes fluttering shut, head falling back, you let yourself get lost in the gentle pleasure for a moment. But then, his teeth graze your skin a little bit harder than necessary. 

Your eyes snap open, hands rushing through his hair to pull his head back. Glaring down at him, you’re about to scold him for thinking he can take over you like that and not expect to be punished. Little do you know, he’s thinking the same exact thing. 

Before you can even part your lips, Seokjin’s patience has disappeared. He lays you down with ease, making quick work of pinning your hands over your head. You grunt and roll your hips against his stomach as a means to push him off, or so you tell yourself. Seokjin only plays into it as he rolls his body back into you. He chuckles when he feels your pussy quiver from the slightest bit of friction. You're too needy to put up more of a fight for your control back. And while that fact has already come and gone for Seokjin, you’re still making your peace with it. 

“You’re so fucking lucky you’re this cute,” he purrs. “Or I would’ve pounded that attitude out of you the first time you acted out.”

It’s condescending, absolutely degrading, yet you’re gushing for more. Pussy throbbing, you whine and attempt to pull your wrists out of his hold. You don’t make much progress. Seokjin smirks down at you. He leans in for a kiss and the temptation to give in returns. It trickles into your heart in quiet whispers. However,  your pride is louder, slithering into your soul in booming echoes. So as his lips near yours, instead of puckering, you spit. 

He flinches. “I was so close to forgiving you, Little Doe.”

“I haven’t apologized.”

“Yet.” 

You part your lips to tell him to go to hell, when suddenly you're turned over. Face smushed into the ground, body flat but ass up and hands held behind you, you’re entirely at his mercy. A soft cloth, you can only guess was the wrap of your lunch box, finds its way around your wrists, binding them tightly. 

“Ji- Ah~”

The smack of his hand coming down on your ass echoes in the vacant space. With your face towards the cityscape, you can see a few people look around for the source. If a single person glances up at the peak, they’d find your naked body completely submissive to Seokjin’s clothed one. The risk causes your arousal to tickle down your thigh.

Whether or not Seokjin is aware of the fact that he’s calling the attention of an audience doesn’t matter much to you. And even if it did and you wanted to ask him about it, you wouldn’t have the chance. After another spank, Seokjin pushes your asscheeks up and apart to bury his tongue in your pussy. You circle your hips at the warm sensation of his mouth against your heat. Moans and curses mixed with praises pour out of you as he sips on every wet drop of yours. He groans at the taste, completely entrenched in your needy pussy to pull away. 

“Oh, yes, there, you fucker,” you moan as his tongue swipes between your folds. Another spank meets your ass at the insult. You cry out a moan, but don’t care enough to stop. “That’s cute,” you whine. Though your words may be condescending, your tone betrays your intentions. You sound more broken and needy than ever. Each word sounds more like a plea rather than an insult.

Seokjin rather heard the former. He laps up a good amount of your wetness, then brings his glistening lips up to your asshole. After spitting the wet mixture over your hole, he reaches for the abandoned, still buzzing vibrator. 

“Ever use this in your ass?” He asks while swirling the spit mixed juices around your hole with the tip of the vibrator. 

You shudder a whine, fisting your hands to keep yourself focused. “No,” you sigh. “The most I’ve put in is two fingers.”

Seokjin chuckles as he pushes the tip in a good inch or two. You squeal loudly and screw your eyes shut from the buzzing, blissfully burning sensation of the vibrator’s stretch. “Well, after today you can say you’ve put in a bit more than that.”

As he massages your cheeks, tongue relatching onto your heat, you realize you really are just a toy to him, a little play thing, a set of holes to entertain him. And you should hate him for that, hate him for stealing your things, for reading your secrets, for making you love him all these years, but you don’t. You can’t hate someone as wonderfully prideful as you. You can’t despise his hardheaded tendencies or the fact that he must always be right. Because, though these traits may get you in some trouble, they’re possibly your favourite things about yourself. You love the challenge of proving yourself, and you know he does too. And of all the stupid men you’ve been with, Seokjin’s the only one that understands how to pleasure you, to provoke you beyond repair. 

The more you think about everything you’ve done to him out of spite and everything he’s done to you in return, the more you crave his cock. Pushing back against his lips, you hiss, “When the fuck are you planning to fuck me?”

He sits back and lets his hand take over his tongue’s work. Two fingers rub between your folds and tease your entrance as he replies, “Think you can take the whole thing, Little Doe?” 

Just when you were thinking you actually love the guy, he goes and throws your words back in your face. You’re starting to wonder if you’re insane for wanting him even more now. “Why don’t you stick it in and find out, you fucking thief,” you reply between quiet moans. 

His grip on your ass softens and he takes his fingers out at the reference. Though your heart’s telling you to drop it and charm him once more, your pride encourages you to continue. “Maybe this pussy might fuck some honour back in you. Maybe you’ll learn not to take what isn’t yours.”

That harsh hold returns. Both his hands grab onto your ass in a deadly grip as he darkly chuckles and asks, “What makes you think I’m the one being taught a lesson? Aren’t you the one tied up?”

His questions are irreverent, you tell yourself. With that vibrator in your ass and your pussy empty of his touch, all you can think about is how badly you need to be filled. “You annoying little shit,” you hiss over your shoulder. “Just fuck me already.” 

He smacks your pussy, making you cry out his name like the slut you know you are for him. “Watch your mouth, whore,” he warns. His voice is heavy with lust and dominance. You can’t help but push your hips back towards him from his tone alone. “Or, I swear, I’ll make you sorry you ever talked to me seven years ago.”

“You fucker! You spoke to me first!” 

“Are you serious right now? I’m threatening to fuck the shit out of you and you want to argue about who spoke to who first?” 

You huff a shaky breath. “You’re avoiding the topic because you know you’re wrong.”

“You just love lying, don’t you?”

How the fuck are you the liar? Fighting against the restraints, you explain over your shoulder, “I was minding my own business in my compartment and your dumbass-”

Seokjin shoves the half-eaten peach in your mouth, cutting you off. You bite into it to get a piece out so the rest could fall, but you end up hitting the pit. Chin sticky with peach juice, you scream into the fruit and try to glare at him over your shoulder. Seokjin simply pushes your face into the ground, leans over your flattened body and purrs, “I’ve heard enough from you, slut. Lying, screaming. You even think you can boss me around.” He chuckles a bit at his last sentence before continuing, “You’re going to apologize to me, (Y/N).” 

“Never!” You scream into the peach. However, all he hears is a two syllable grunt. 

No matter. The fact that you spoke back is enough to spur him on. He let’s go of your head and sits back up. You go to lift your head off the ground, but he pulls your hips up before you have the chance. He positions his cock between your folds then aligns it with your entrance. You only have the opportunity to suck in half a breath before he’s pushing himself in. 

You were right before to assume he wouldn’t fit. His girth alone is thick enough to make you cry into the fruit with every bit he further attempts to slide in. The stretch is so sweet, so harsh. You’re obsessed with how fucking big he is and how well he makes room for himself between your walls. Peach juice and drool runs down your chin, your neck, and stains the sheet. A mewling, sticky mess already and he’s not even halfway in. You need to stop losing yourself over him though, if you intend on keeping your apologies to yourself.

However, the vibrator partly lodged in your ass is not helping your attempt to stay still and sane. And every inch he continues to push in has you rolling eyes. Is it humiliating to admit you want this everyday, every night, every moment of your life? Is it disgraceful to wish he was yours always? Is it unreasonable to want to be his one and only? Him, him, him. All you want, all you crave is more him. 

He finally bottoms out. Maybe you’re whipped for his dick, or too horny to think straight, but you can almost certainly swear on both your lives that the imprint of his cock is bulging from your stomach. You can feel it against the floor. The realization makes you shudder and whimper into the fruit. 

“Tightest fucking cunt,” he whispers to himself. He then suddenly leans over your body, his stomach nudging the vibrator in a bit more, and kisses up your spine. A bundle of shivering nerves follow his trail up to the curve of your ear. “You know,” he starts in a whisper. “You look a lot like a little annoyed kitten when you’re angry.” 

You scratch at his stomach from your constrained position and groan into the peach. 

“See?” He darkly chuckles. “I live to see your nose twitch and eyes go dark whenever I piss you off. You just look so cute, Little Doe.” Hips pulling back, he continues, “I just can’t resist.”

“Fuck you.”

The clap of skin on skin is enough of a reply. Your eyes roll back and jaw clenches, teeth clattering against the peach pit. He starts slow, breathing heavily in your ear, making you clench around his cock for more. But then, he straightens his posture and holds onto your hands to build some momentum. With his heavy balls smacking against your clit as he speeds up, the most you can do is muffle your moans and whines into the fruit and pray you’ll mentally survive this. 

It’s all too good to be true. His length hits all the right places and then some, bringing grateful tears in your eyes that you’re thankful he can’t see. If he knew you were slowly becoming a sobbing mess for his cock too, then he’d never let you live it down. 

Seokjin then lets go of your hands, leaving you grabbing at the air, and shifts his hold to your ass. Using the meat of your cheeks, he pulls you forward and back to meet him halfway. He groans your name with every smack of his hips against your ass. You’re dripping off his tongue, entrenched in his very being by the way he chants your name. And though you’re the one tied and gagged like a suckling pig, utterly submitting to him and his dominance, the fact that he’s high off you is enough validation of power for you to enjoy his cock guilt-free. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

You whine back without much thought. Only when he pounds into you three more times does your mind catch up to his word. Beautiful? Did he just call you beautiful? Was that supposed to be demeaning? Because, even if it wasn’t, you seem to be getting closer and closer to your high. 

You grunt a broken question into the fruit. Seokjin pushes in deep and leans over your body once more. Placing a soft kiss to your cheek, he takes out the mulled peach and asks, “What was that, Little Doe?”

“Do you mean it?”

The question trickles out of you in cracked cries of pleasure. And though you may sound weak and dick-hungry, the question is still strong enough to stun him. Soon, however, his senses find him once more. Circling his hips into your ass, cock swirling your juices deep within you and rubbing against your needy walls, he repeats in a dark whisper, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

And as you moan his name in affirmation, he continues his thrusts in and out of you. The pace is slower than before, but the force is just as brutal. 

Seokjin takes a bite from the peach. In fact, it’s the same bite you took, only he avoids the pit. He then sticks half the piece out of his mouth, holding it out for you. You meet his lips halfway, taking a bite off while kissing him. The juices smear down both your faces, but you’re all too consumed with the filthy act of exchanging saliva to care. 

Pulling away, Seokjin holds your chin until you finish chewing and swallowing the piece. “Why couldn’t you swallow my cum like that last night?” He playfully asks. 

“I didn’t know-” You cut yourself off, the realization of your words catching up to your mind just in time. 

He raises a brow, ramming his hips even harder into you. “Didn’t know what, Little Doe?”

You shake your head. 

Seokjin drops the peach and grabs your hair. “Tell me.”

“No,” you mewl. 

“Tell me or I won’t let you cum.” 

The threat is enough to give you pause, but not nearly enough to make you confess. Then, he stills his hips mid thrusts and ups the stakes. “Tell me, Little Doe, and I’ll tell you the truth about the letters.”

The letters. The offer is more than tempting, but how can you be sure it's real? You swallow thickly, trying to sneak a good look at him in your peripherals. From the glances you’re able to get, you can tell that he’s serious. Gulping every fear and nag of your pride, you push your ego aside and confess, “I didn’t know I was in love with you then.” 

Seokjin pauses for a moment. He releases your hair then sighs. Have you said too much? Before you can really think about it, he presses a wet kiss to your cheek and continues with his movements into you. “I love you too, my little slut,” he purrs before returning to his previous position behind you. 

His little slut. You’re all his. However, you don’t have much time to relish over this newfound information as he takes up a speed you’ve never experienced before. He’s harsh and his cock viciously rams in and out of you while pushing the vibrating dildo further into your ass. You cry out a broken sob and nuzzle your tear and peach juice stained face into the sheet.

Your pussy tightens around his cock as you edge your orgasm. “C-Can I?” You ask, fearful he’ll deny you the truth if you don’t, or so you try to convince your ego that. 

“Of course, Little Doe,” he grunts. “I’m no liar.”

You want to dive into his words, the meanings behind them and why he chose now, of all the times, to tell you that. But, with your orgasm taking over, all you can focus on is trying to breathe. Eyes rolling back and twitching, mouth hung open, ears like sirens with their ringing, and pussy gushing, you reach your peak. Crying out his name, you cum all over his cock. 

Seokjin is relentless. He does not still his hips for a split second. In and out, he dives. He’s adamant on riding you through this and reaching his own high as well. “Tell me again,” he orders. “Tell me how you feel again, baby.”

Destruction is your goal, but you never thought to be at the receiving end of it. Your mind feels foggy, heart racing and pussy aching with that sweet relief of releasing all you have for him.  And though you might have thought that that second time you confess your feelings to him might break you, you find that it gives you strength instead. 

“I love you,” you breathlessly cry. 

You just finish the confession when he pulls in deep and shoots ropes of his cum into you. The tears in your eyes have no bounds. The stimulation is proving to be too much as you squirm in place. Seokjin quietly shushes you while grinding into your pussy to sprout every last drop into you. 

“Please, please,” you tremble. “It’s too mu-ch, Jin.”

Seokjin pulls the dildo out of your ass, and turns it off before tossing it near your head. With his cock still deep in you, he unbinds your hands. You bring your hands to either side of your head, sighing at the relief of the strain. Then, finally, he slowly pulls out of you. You let out a staggered whimper and close your eyes to try to contain yourself from crying out once more. You’re sure at this point that a few people must’ve seen you. You’re in the broad daylight, laying on the highest hill and screaming at the top of your lungs. Surely, you’ve caught a handful of attention. 

Once he’s fully out of you, Seokjin flips you over on your back. You avoid his gaze and bring your knees into your chest. He smiles and holds onto your ankles.

“I’m not sure if I want to clean you up or not,” he thinks out loud. You're too light headed to answer, but the hard look in your eyes when you finally meet his gaze is enough to make him laugh. “Guess I’m gonna leave you to walk around with my cum all day, Little Doe.”

“That’s not fair,” you sigh. 

Seokjin tuts. “Don’t whine,” he orders while pressing soft kisses upon your knees. He then pulls his briefs and pants up. And just like that, he’s fully dressed. The only indication that something dirty occurred is the dripping stain of peach juice on his white shirt. 

A part of you can’t bring itself to care if his cum stays in you or not. He’s fucked you beyond comprehension and you still have yet to regain your senses. His eyes flash with worry when you don’t fight him on his decision. 

“Are you okay?”

You only nod, all too fucked out to use words. 

“Need help sitting up?”

He interprets the half-hearted glare you shoot him as the yes you intended. He holds his hands out for you and you take them without a second thought. A smile graces his features as he pulls you off the ground. You tuck your legs under you when you finally sit back up. Your dress crumples under you and you can’t even be bothered to pull it out. 

Seokjin, barely even heaving, watches you try to compose yourself. “How are you not as tired as I am?” You question between pants. 

“Because I’m better than- Ow!”

You swat his shoulder and glare at him. “Finish that sentence and you won’t get any tonight,” you threaten before turning your attention back to your dress. You pull it out from under your and try to turn it inside in. 

Seokjin scoffs, flipping the dress over so you can finish your task easier. “You really think you’ll be able to go again tonight too?” 

Licking your lips, you hold his gaze and pull your dress back on. “If the truth doesn’t destroy you,” you start, buttoning up your dress, “Then, you can have me every night.”

He slowly nods along to your words. Curling a strand of his hair behind his ear, he sighs and finally confesses, “I did steal the letters.”

Your heart shatters into your gut. Clenching your jaw, you attempt to hold back your tears. Yes, you’ve accused him of it over and over again, but every time he denied it, you believed him. Never did you really believe he was this capable of being cruel.

The trembling sigh that escapes you makes him turn his body fully towards you. “I didn’t take them from you though,” he quickly adds. 

“My owl is an extension of me, asswipe,” you seethe, voice almost breaking. 

Seokjin shakes his head and corrects his statement, “No, I mean I didn’t take them from you at all. I caught someone reading them in the restricted section.” 

You scoff, looking off into the town with a shake of your head. This is unbelievable. Does he honestly think he can copy your someone claim and get away with it? “Someone?”

He raises a brow at you. “What? Suddenly that sounds stupid? That’s all you’ve been telling McGonagall.”

You snap your eyes back to him and shout, “That’s the truth! Someone told-”

“I know it was Mitch,” he cuts off.

“How can you be so sure? It could’ve-”

“Because that’s who I found with your letters.” 

You freeze. No. No! Mitch is a Slytherin, a friend. Why the hell would he steal your letters and then tell you about it? And if he did read them, then he knows the truth about you. So why hasn’t his demeanour around you changed? Why hasn’t he told anyone else? 

“I thought you were going to tell me the truth.”

“(Y/N), I swear this is the entirety of it. I took them from him the moment I recognized your handwriting,” he explains. Seokjin shifts closer to you and pushes your hair out of your face. “He told me that if I told you what he did, then he'd tell the school about your blood status.” 

Nothing can stop the tears pooling in your eyes. You try to blink them back, but that only provokes a few to fall. Seokjin goes to wipe them only to have you push his hand away. “So you know?” You whisper in hopes that it will mask the cracks in your voice. 

It doesn’t. 

“No one cares that you’re muggle born, (Y/N),” he sighs. 

“So why didn’t you tell McGonagall the truth then? Why’d you hide it for this long if no one will care? We both know there’s a good chunk of each house that will hunt me down if they knew.” 

He shakes his head. “You know that’s not true. I didn’t tell anyone because I knew it would hurt you. You’re just scared you’d lose your power over everyone. Being half blood gains you just as much respect as being a muggle born.”

Your tears act on their own accord now, falling freely down your face. This time when Seokjin goes to wipe them away, you don’t reject him. He cups your face and says, “And if anyone does try to hurt you because of that-”

“You’ll make their life a living hell?” You mockingly finish. 

Seokjin smirks. “No, my girlfriend will,” he chuckles, genuine eyes boring into yours. “She’s really beautiful and she’s not afraid to take what’s hers. And she’s actually really scary. I’m really terrified of what she’ll do next sometimes.” 

You fight off the urge to smile as much as you can while he speaks. “You better be talking about me or I swear, Jin, I’ll-”

“See? She’s already making threats and I’m complimenting her,” he laughs. 

A little giggle tumbles out of your lips. As you finally let yourself smile, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight hug. “Thank you,” you mutter into his shoulder. 

Seokjin is quick to hold onto your waist. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. “You know you’ll be okay, Little Doe.” 

The nickname has never made you smile as much as this before. And though your ego is still larger than him, your pride finally takes the back seat. Swallowing thickly, you pull away from him and mumble, “I’m sorry.” 

“Hmm?”

You huff through your nose and only just raise your voice, “I’m sorry.”

Seokjin knits his brows and leans in, “What?”

“For fuck’s sake, you alpaca, I said I’m sorry!” 

“Oh, you were serious?” He asks with a playful smirk. 

You internally curse yourself for being so in love with an idiot and shake your head. Your nose twitches a bit and Seokjin can’t help but throw his head back as he laughs. “I don’t know why I try,” you mutter to yourself.

Seokjin grabs onto your wrist and pulls you into his lap. You give in without another word and let him cradle you close to his chest. “You don’t need to apologize for anything,” he mutters against your hair. “I know you didn’t mean to start that fire.”

You snap your head up at him. “Really?” 

“I told McGonagall the same thing but she kept asking if I knew who else would do that, so I just stopped trying.” 

He really tried. This whole time you were convinced he thought the worse of you, that he didn’t care if you ever returned to Hogwarts, but he really was trying to help you. How long has he known he’s been in love with you too? Wrapping your arms around him, you reach up for another gentle kiss. The act of kissing him seems so natural now, so right and real. The way your lips move against each other isn’t like something you’ve felt before. You want this always; you want him always. 

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise.” 

You pull away from Seokjin with a start. His eyes dart to something behind you as his hands quickly move to hide the dark green dildo behind him. Quickly crawling out of his lap, you jump to your feet and stand an arm's length away from Seokjin. He follows your lead, standing up as you press your thighs together.

Your mixed cum threatens to fall with every passed second you remain standing. Cursing yourself for not making him clean it up, you try to stay calm. As long as it doesn’t drip pass the hem of your dress, you know you’ll be fine

Headmistress McGonagall and Professor Trelawney hover just over the edge of the hill as they look between the two of you. How long have they been watching you? How much did they hear? Oh fuck, you think, how much did they see?

You remain perfectly still as both of them land and dismount. “We’ve been looking everywhere for the two of you. Your lunch break finished twenty minutes ago,” Professor Trelawney sighs. “I was worried you were hurt.”

“We’re fine,” you reply. 

“Just fine,” Seokjin echoes. 

McGonagall flickers her attention between the two of you. “What were you so busy doing that you lost track of time?” She questions. 

Swallowing thickly, you mutter, “That’s a good question.”

“Really good question.”

Turning to Seokjin, you quietly ask, “Are you going to do that the entire time?”

“What? I’m not allowed to talk?”

“Not if you’re gonna act like a parrot.”

“Ahem…” 

Silence falls over the both of you the moment McGonagall clears her throat. Once she has regained your attention, her gaze falls on something to your right. All eyes follow your line of sight to find your lace bra by your lunch box. You bring a hand to your mouth to keep your jaw from dropping in sheer embarrassment.

“And how long has this been going on?”

“Since last night,” Seokjin replies with almost no prompting. 

You swat his arm, shooting him a pointed look. “Are you kidding me?”

“Oh,” McGonagall hums. She then turns to Professor Trelawney and says, “You were right. They are getting along. Well, this won’t be so hard to say then.”

You hold your breath. Here it is. The results of your investigation. All questions about your future as a witch in training will finally come to an end. Seokjin shifts closer to you and his hand finds yours. You turn to meet his gaze as he squeezes your hand. 

“Mr. Kim Seokjin,” the headmistress starts, “Congratulations. You will be returning to Hogwarts first thing tomorrow morning.”

However, Seokjin doesn’t move. He doesn’t even so much as let out a shaky breath. He simply continues to hold your hand and stare at McGonagall. You attempt to squeeze his hand to let him know you’re okay, but he still doesn’t budge. 

McGonagall quirks her head at him, asking, “Is there something you’d like to say, Mr. Kim.”

“Yes,” he finally states. When the headmistress nods for him to continue, he exhales deeply and says, “I won’t let you expel her for something she didn’t do.”

A smirk plays on her lips. “That’s very noble of you, Mr. Kim. But Miss (L/N) is not being expelled for something she didn’t do.”

“(Y/N) didn’t start the fire.”

“Quite so,” McGonagall agrees. Your eyes widen and for a moment you don’t think you’re breathing at all. “That’s why she will be returning with you in the morning.” 

A child-like laughter you’ve never heard before escapes you at the announcement. “Really?” You ask, and when both professors smile and nod, you jump into Seokjin’s arms. He wraps his arms around you instantly, lifting you off the ground. 

However, in the haste of his movements, Seokjin drops the one thing redeeming your pride before your professors. Upon impact, the dildo hums to life and all smiles are suddenly gone. Both you and Seokjin rush to turn it off with a wave of your hand, but it only seems to intensify the vibrations. Finally, McGonagall pulls out her wand and silences the toy. 

You can’t even bear to look at her, keeping your eyes trained on the ground. Seokjin opens his mouth to explain but the headmistress shakes her head, “The less we know the better.” 

After a beat of silence, she hands each of you your wands and expresses her excitement to see you in the halls once more. And as she summons her broom up into her hand, Seokjin asks the headmistress, “So was it an accident then?”

“No, I’m afraid someone intended to hurt you,” she sighs, “The both of you actually.”

You share a concerned look with Seokjin. “Who?”

“Someone,” she smirks as she mounts onto your broom. “We look forward to having you back at Hogwarts.” 

The two of you thank both of your professors before they fly back to the cafe. 

Seokjin wraps his arm lazily around your waist and pulls you into his chest. He smiles down at you before cupping your face and softly pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back, relishing in your secured position at school. 

“I knew it,” he says upon breaking the kiss. 

You roll your eyes and fight off a smile. “You did not. You were shaking when you thought I wasn’t coming back,” you tease.

He grabs a handful of your ass. Raising a brow, he mutters, “Says the one on the verge of tears.”

“I don’t cry.”

Seokjin has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He clears his throat, nods, then says, “I know, Little Doe.”

Your breath somewhat hitches. Did he just try to save your pride? “Wow, you really are in love with me,” you mumble. 

You didn’t expect your words to ignite the egoistic part of him, but suddenly his expression hardens and his pride is on the line. “Never said in love.”

“Why are you lying?”

“You’re the liar.”

“Do you wanna go over…”

Your bickering lasts for either of you to even remember what set you off to begin with. And though your words knock each other’s pride only to build it again, and the pranks have not ceased to exist, you both know that nothing can change what you found, the love you found in each other on the tip of Doe’s Peak.

note; please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

What will daddy Henry do if his little is sad because someone took something valuable from her?

So i wanst sure what to base this on entirely, so I'm going to go with something I went through over the last few weeks. I had a little bit of anon hate, which I deleted but the words stuck with me making me second guess everything i was working on and the confidence i had in my writing was taken away. so this is like a shameful self indulgent fantasy that im going to read to myself when ever im down.

Warnings: Pretty Personal For Me, Angsty, Fluffy, Self Doubt, Happy Ending, DDLG, Long!!

Tagging: @viking-raider @isitmine @tinabean37 @loserrlauraa  @msblkfire84 @henrythickcavill @plainbrunettelbl @dummiesshort @cynic-spirit @pandaxnienke  @two-unbeatable-beaters @libbymouse @wolfieash @eldarwen333 @princesssterek @mom2000aggie @blackestpinkworld 

(not sure who to tag in headcannons? these are the ones on my everything taglist)

Henry watched quietly with a frown as you sat down in the living room, eyes cast down at the tablet in front of you shoulders slumped.

"poppet what's wrong love?"

"n-nothing da-addy" you said with a small stutter

Henry shifted on his feet looking at you critically before coming over to you.

"nothing? So your sitting here almost in tears over nothing" he stated sceptically rounding the sofa sitting next to you.

"I'm not cryin" you sniffled trying to bite your lower lip to stop it from wobbling.

"not yet, but close enough poppet, hand it over" he said holding out his hand waiting for the tablet.

You whined not wanting to hand it to him at first but after a mini battle of wills you placed the colourful tablet in his hand.

Your head was cast down and you rubbed your eyes trying to catch the tears before they were noticeable.

"okay then, so this is your new story?" he asked scrolling through the page not reading it all but scanning the words, it was well written like always.

At the beginning of the pandemic he suggested you started a blog, and you had. A writing blog all full of fanfictions of... Him.

He didn't mind he actually love you doing something constructive, it kept you happy and busy which helped him because there wasn't many free days even in lockdown. He was working out, reading scripts or rearranging covid tests and travel.

Plus knew these smut blogs existed, even lurked on a few.

"y-yeah" you mumbled leaning on him hugging his arm scanning the page as he scrolled, you knew he wasn't reading everything maybe every few lines

"sooo what's the problem?" he said not finding an issue with the writing.

"i... I cant post it" you muttered looking down avoiding his gaze

"why?" he asked frowning not liking the defeated tone you had.

"j-just because..."

"ah I see, you have lost your confidence" he said quickly figuring out the problem, the downside to writing was everything was personal preference so tiny comments could knock your confidence.

In a way it was like his work, you put your heart and soul into it and then people don't like it? It was always a bummer. But he was used to it, you were not.

You nodded to him it was true you'd lost your confidence, you hadn't wrote for a while.

You couldn't seem to find the words to fit together anymore.

You felt silly, they were just a few mean comments, words from a nasty troll who didn't have anything better to do but it hurt, you poured your heart into every chapter and then for people to rip it to shreds? It stung.

"y-yes I... They didn't like it" you hummed fiddling with your fingers, drawing deep breaths trying not to cry

"and so what?" he said shrugging making you snap your gaze to him.

"wha?"

"it doesn't matter love, so a few people didn't like it, lots of people do, I love your stories"

"you have to your my daddy"

Henry huffed and shook his head at you ruffling your hair pressing a kiss to your head amused that you thought that's the only reason he liked your writing.

"don't stop writing just because of a few mean people nugget, it takes a lot of skill to write and a lot of bravery to share it. Your a brave talented little baby and I'm very proud of you"

He said cooing as that seemed to be the final push sending you over the edge making you burst out into tears.

He hugged you moving the tablet out of the way before pulling you to his lap, unbuttoning his shirt half way and squished you into his bare chest knowing you needed to feel him, not a shirt.

"shh its okay babygirl, your stories are wonderful, and you have fun writing them don't you baby?"

You nodded crying harder trying to get the words out but you just couldn't instead whining incoherently into him.

"and you enjoy making the little banners? And collect all your photos and gifs?"

"y-yeah but they di-dn't like it last time!"

"they don't have to like everything you do sweety"

"but I don't wana upset them!"

"did you do the warnings?" he asked knowing all about the do's and don'ts of posting your erotica.

You nodded whining you always did warnings on stuff to be safe.

"and make the little cut thingy you were telling me about?" again you nodded at him

"so your telling me they read the warnings, clicked to see it and then were mean?" you sniffled biting your lip trying to calm down but nodded to him humming quietly.

"well then it sounds to me like they were going out of their way, looking for someone to pick on" he said slowly rocking you slightly.

You fell quiet resting your head on his chest as he rubbed your back and patted your bottom soothing you.

"but what if they wasn't? What if my stories are bad- and encourage bad stuff!" you cried tucking yourself into him tighter.

"no-no you repeat after me, fiction is fiction" he said pulling you back wiping your tears waiting for you to say it out loud.

"fic-tion is f-fiction" you repeated

"I did everything I could to warn people"

"I-I did everyth-ing I could to w-warn people" he smiled at you as you drew a huge breath calming yourself down.

"and they are jealous because I'm an adorable, smart, funny kind and caring babygirl who has the cutest little peach butt in the world~" he said smirking at you from above holding you tightly to him pressing a kiss to your head.

"and they- daddy! Noo! I can't say that~" you gasped flushing as you realised what he had said

"oh yes you can because its the truth now come here let daddy bite that peach~" he growled playfully snapping his jaws at you.

"ah-no!" you screeched giggleing as he began tickling you all over wrestling you playfully trying to lean over and bite your but through your shorts.

He landed two solid bite's on your bottom before pulling back. Even though he had cheered you up he could see you were still doubting yourself.

Henry cast a glance to the tablet and smirked forming a plan that might just get you back on track. He was not going to let anyone steal your sparkle.

"come on you you've spent enough time writing go play in the garden with Kal"

Once you left henry got to work swiping up the tablet and going on your one drive seeing the meticulously organized notebooks, recognising a few by name.

A few weeks later Henry came in to the living room with a medium size box and plopped it on the sofa next to you.

"here we go nugget!" he said placing the gift next to you, they couldn't have come quickly enough, he had noticed you hadn't been writing at all, which upset him because he knew how much you loved it.

"what's that daddy?" you asked peering over the box not expecting any gifts.

"why don't you open it and find out?" he said sitting the other side of the box handing you a pair of scissors to slice the tape.

You moved slowly cutting it open and pulled the box open then froze.

"d-daddy? What thats my..." you trailed off pulling out the hard back books your banner on the front cover.

"your stories? Yes poppet, I realised that you were putting so much work into these things but could loose them, they are soo good that daddy wanted to read them over and over and now we can!" he said pleased with himself as you sat there shocked looking at the small collection of a5 books.

"but their- i dont..." you said happy but completely shocked, flicking through the pages, there were even a few comments in the margins from henry pointing out the pits he liked making your heart swell with pride.

Henry moved to stand behind you pressing a kiss to your hair.

"They are brilliant! So good I'm so proud of every thing you have achieved and I want them on our book shelf, in the living room" he said making you tear up.

"Really? You... You think their that good?" you whined eyes blurring with tears as you hugged the first book to your chest.

"absolutely poppet now go on, you do the honours~" he said pressing your shoulder urging you to go to the cube bookshelf.

You tiptoed over to it and slowly pulled out each little custom book with your banner on the front.

You sat down placing each one delicately on the shelf the five books each lining up with one another half filling the empty cube shelf.

"oh no baby look? The shelf isn't full is it? You know what that means" he said standing looking

"I-I've gotta write?" you asked sniffling weeping softly but this time because you were happy.

"exactly! You need to fill the whole shelf, so you keep up the good work and tell daddy when you finish your next story and we can keep adding to it!" he said cheerfully walking over handing you the tablet.

You smiled to yourself and looked to the books, your books- actual real life books on a shelf!

You grinned throwing yourself at him latching onto him feeling your confidence come back just from seeing how much you had done.

Suddenly the hate didn't matter, your daddy like them enough to make them into real life books! And even annotated them himself?

And if your writing was good enough for your daddy then it was good enough for you.

"daddy, can I have my screen time now, I want to write!!" you said jumping up and down on the spot excited to start your next chapter.

Henry grinned nodding deciding you can have as much screen time today as you wanted as long as it meant you wasn't giving up your new hobby.

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Tim Drake SFW Headcanons

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tim shows his love and affection through acts of service, tucking you in at night and making sure you come home safely because he doesn't trust Gotham streets. He does also use touch to show his affection, holding your hand in the car and giving you hugs whenever he can to show his love for you. He’s also touch starved as hell so he adores cuddles and being held by you or just feeling you in his arms, safe and sound.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

A relationship with Tim can start one of three ways. Meeting him at a gala or being apart of a neighboring wealthy family, meeting him as a fellow vigilante, or meeting him at Gotham Academy. The best way to get into a relationship with him is probably the middle/last way, if you can empathize with his night life he can immediately trust you with his secret and the relationship can be built off of trust. That being said I don't think Tim would enjoy having a s/o who is a vigilante just because he doesn’t like being constantly worried for your well-being or wondering if he’s ever gonna see you again because you got injured in the field. So, the best way is to meet him at school and become really good friends with him until he eventually trusts you with his identity.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Tim is touch starved as all hell, but he is a closeted cuddle bug. He never shies away from your touch so once you realized that and started to cuddle with him? He just can’t get enough of it, he constantly wants to feel your touch against him, the reassuring weight in his arms. Tim likes to hold you, you head leaning onto his chest, him placing tiny kisses onto the crown of your head. But after a rough patrol he won’t hesitate to face plant into your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He loves when you play with his hair, it’ll immediately make him doze off.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) 

Tim had to take care of himself throughout his whole childhood, so he knows how to clean after himself and make a decent meal of Craft Mac and Cheese. He would love to settle down and eventually retire the ole cape and cowl but it doesn’t seem like it'll happen anytime soon for him, so if you’re patient with it? He’ll love you so much more.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Tim would hold off on breaking up with you for as long as possible, he might even just wait for you to break it off so he can take all the blame off of your shoulders. He values communication so he’d try to sit down and talk out what's not working with you so he can figure out the best way to move forward instead of wasting the whole relationship with a break up. If you try to talk him out of patrolling/vigilante-ing? That’s an immediate red flag for him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

A marriage commitment just isn’t on the top of his to-do list/priority list right now. Maybe a few years down the line he’ll reconsider but he doesn't want to depend on a ring to show you how much he loves you. That being said, if there was a really close call for either of you he might just bite the bullet and tell you straight up that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he won’t propose per se but it’ll give you the hint.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, Tim has worked with many different victims of many different scenarios so he knows how to treat every emotional situation with delicacy to make sure you’re okay. He won't ever raise his voice at you unless you do something extremely reckless that could’ve gotten yourself killed. He’d much rather talk it out maturely to make sure both parties have time to speak. Physically he could never hurt you, he cares about you way too much to be anything but gentle and romantic with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ah yes, Tim hugs. I went into detail about his hugs here but the abridged version is that Tim adores hugs. He loves longs hugs with you that eventually turn into cuddles, he loves the hugs where he can burry himself into your neck and forget about his burdens, he loves hugs where he can be goofy and fall into a fit of laughter with you. His hugs are warm and secure, a grounding moment for the both of you and he likes to hugs you whenever he can.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Tim isn’t the best with his words without blushing like crazy or stuttering so he tends to show his ‘I love you’ through acts instead. He won’t ever say the word to you until you say it first. After the first time he'd rather save the “I love you”s for special occasions.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tim doesn’t get jealous per se, he just gets a little upset and passive-aggressive. Silently walking away until you come up to him and ask what's wrong, then he’ll just shrug it off because there's no use being jealous when he knows you love him. He just can't help it. You can usually get him out of his jealousy fit by giving him cuddles and reassure him that you still love him and won’t leave him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Tim has a bunch of different kisses for a bunch of different situations. He loves forehead kisses to show his protection over you, he loves cheek kisses as a quick goodbye, he loves slow and romantic kisses with you to show his true depth of love, he love rough and needy kisses where he can bit against your lower lip. Tim loves to kiss your neck but he will melt if you kiss his jawline or the crown of his head.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Tim has learned to be great with kids to distract them from any traumatic event that had just happened to them or saying hi to his little fans whenever he sees them on patrol. It’s always so adorable being able to see Tim hoist a little kid up on his hip and talk to them as he walks away from a situation while Bruce talks to the parents. Tim always has a smile on his face whenever he sees a kid grab his cape or walk up to him, but he’s too scared to have any of his own just yet.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are very rare with him because he's usually leaving for work or just getting back up from the cave. The few moments where Tim doesn’t have much to do, he would love to stay in bed with you hours after he woke up, just holding you in an attempt to fall back asleep. His bead head is adorable and his morning voice? Its hella attractive, rough around the edges with tiredness but low and sweet.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You think mornings are rare with Tim? Nights are even rarer because he’ll be off to patrol by the time you head to bed and when he gets back he’ll be glued to his computer until morning. You can have “nighttime” with him but that usually involves dragging him to bed at 3pm and falling asleep with him in your arms. The only way to get Tim to sleep is by trapping him in your arms and not letting go until he gives up and settles into your hold.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Tim doesn't open up about his night life for awhile into the relationship, he needs to know he can trust you and the relationship you two have is genuine and real. Once he’s figured that out, he’ll sit you down privately and tell you he’s Red Robin and then give you the chance to ask any questions that you might have, opening himself up completely to you and trying to be as honest as possible.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tim is very patient, he’s had to learn patience in the field when nothing happens for hours on end. He’s very slow to anger so if he does yell or lash out its for a very good reason. It’s like a second patience brain unlocked for him when you two got into a relationship because he is so patient with you about anything and everything, staying by your side through thick and thin, he only asks for the same patience and respect back.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Tim remembers every little detail about you, even if you mention it once offhandedly. He has a habit of writing things down so he doesn't get a chance to forget, he may even have a file dedicated to you about little nuisance things he’s learned about you. Tim has extremely good memory though so he can remember the exact necklace you wanted back in February so he can give it to you for Christmas. He can immediately recognize whenever you get a haircut/new perfume. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory was when he finally bit the bullet and opened up to you about being Red Robin, he had worked himself up for weeks and it was eating him up inside so of course he wanted to finally be completely honest with you. So when you took in all the information and did nothing but welcome him with open arms? He melted so fast and felt so much love in that moment he couldn’t help but cry in relief, hugging you and thanking you over and over again for not being upset or mad at him. That moment was the deciding factor that really made Tim want to hang onto you for the rest of his life.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tim is semi protective of you, he trusts that you can take care of yourself and don’t need him constantly breathing down your neck. However, he is very protective of you because he doesn't trust Gotham streets or the people in Gotham either. He has a habit of watching you walk home at night so he can make sure you make it back safely, and if he needs to step in he will. He can also be protective of you around his brothers, stepping in during brotherly quarrels so you don’t get caught up in the crossfire.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Tim does try his best when it comes to gifts, he’s more of the sentimental type, buying things that you express interest in rather than attempting to make something for you by himself. He sucks at wrapping gifts so he usually just puts them in a bag and pushes tissue paper inside. He remembers every date, anniversary, birthday, etc, and will make sure he saves some time for you which is the way he shows his effort, by clearing off time out of his busy schedule for you. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Tim has a really bad habit of being paranoid and having major trust issues. He has contingency plans for If you end up breaking up with him and even has a little paranoid bug in the back of his head that you are only with him because of his wealth or that he’ll loose you or that he isn't enough for you. None of these thoughts are ever really expressed to you but its pretty obvious that he can get insecure about the relationship, the best thing you can do is reassure him constantly and show him that the relationship is genuine through your actions.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Tim isn’t very concerned with his looks, sure he can be insecure about his body and attractiveness when compared to his brothers, but it just isn't a huge thing for him. He’s more insecure about his personality rather than his looks. He does put effort into how he looks when it matters and truly loves when you do the same, but he doesn't love you for looks he loves you for you. You being gorgeous was just a bonus to him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not really? Tim is very independent and can do well on his own so he won't feel ‘incomplete’ without you because he knows you're safe and okay. Whenever you’re in danger and he can't do anything about it, is really when Tim feels incomplete because you aren't safe, you aren't with him. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Tim talks to himself all. the. time. constantly muttering to himself while he works because his brain is flying at a million miles per hour. He often paces across his room and talks things out. You know the rubber duck decoding method? Where you talk to a rubber duck to figure out why there's a bug in your code? Yea he does that too, but to himself or you whenever you're in the room. He’ll just pace and turn to you and talk about things you can't even comprehend, so you just sit and listen.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Tim doesn't like it when you pull him away from an important case, he’s trying to save lives and if you try to drag him away he won't be too happy about it. It’s different if he’s updating criminal records or just going through cases but if he’s actually doing an important mission he will say no to you and expect you to respect that boundary. He also would be very off-put if you don't have a Coffee machine, he will drag you to Bed, Bath, and Beyond just to get you one.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Tim doesn't sleep, he averages at like 3 hours every two days, maybe less. He is constantly working so he hates to be selfish and sleep instead of solving a case and saving lives. He often drowns himself in coffee and Red Bulls just to stay awake, it isn't healthy at all so he does appreciate it when you remind him it’s okay to sleep.

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WWR

this may be my latest one (aside from those that never saw the light of day), but sorry life calls sometimes. enjoy the rollercoaster of emotions at the end 😘

Oh Carl, poor Carl. How on earth is he going to survive with Nick? 🤣 Honestly though, Jack so sneaky with her therapy despite being halfway across the globe. I love McGee’s “obviously she thinks you need it Nick” because HAHA nail on the head right there Timmy, he definitely needs it. Needs it to prove to himself a living thing can depend on him and he won’t let it down. 

They clearly still don’t believe in personal space, Nick does NOT need to get that close to look at a simple picture of a body on the camera 👀 broooo you so hooked on her she’s like a magnet pulling you in. Alsooooo them both officially switching to first names even in the field is so key. They might not even realize they’re doing it but at the same time they’re so (relatively) comfortable in their feelings of each other that they’ll say it in front of everyone, no qualms about it. I will also never get tired of hearing Nick call her Ellie. For someone so closed off initially, to now have slowly grown to call her on a first name basis when not a single other soul (sans Toby apparently) gets that sort of treatment 🥺😍 Plus he’s teasing her about food just slightly and it’s like old times again. Ellie getting back into her foodie status is perfect, thank you NCIS for finally giving us that. 

Were back to Carl and I’m chuckling at Nick’s worry for killing it. That is all, it’s hilarious like Gibb’s creepy laugh. 

Ok and now it’s Nick almost making fun of Ellie again, just barely and then he just…listens to her 😩 he just says, oh shit she’s really into this and borderline obsessed and I think that’s actually really f-ing adorable so let me just quietly take this all in because I can’t get enough of this woman and when she’s excitedly rambling about something I’m just going to soak it in because she doesn’t do this often so instead of teasing let me just look, listen and smile like the idiot in love that I am. He’s even kind of holding back a smile when she corrects herself about Kosmic vs Killer Korn. Like goddamn this woman does things to my insides even when she’s just talking about corn and poking me with her finger. Also we’re back to Nick taking a step back and letting Ellie take lead with questioning the food truck people- I love that he respects her so hard that he’ll follow her lead and knows she is a BA with this stuff. 

Some more cute partner stuff as per usual, and I’m sorry Nick do you not have your own computer and desk??? I mean, I don’t mind and I know Ellie doesn’t either but Gould you BE more obvious??? Plus he just nods along when she’s talking because his woman knows what is up y’all and you should listen and bow down. 

Nick calling Fornell, Toby is hilarious to me- such growth. “Emily is finally squared away” FUCK YOU NCIS. FUCK YOU. THE MOST POINTLESS LAZY STORYLINE EVER OKAY. AND I REFUSE TO DIVULGE THIS SHIT MORE BECAUSE IT PISSES ME OFF TOO MUCH. IF THEY DON’T HAVE THIS AS A LARGER PLOTLINE I WILL BE RIOTING. And yes I knew something major was going to happen but good lord that was so unnecessary. I digress. Ellie pondering out loud about Gibbs’ sad personal life and Nick and McGee’s reactions had be ugly cackling. Like dyyyyyyyying. I can’t with her 🤣🤣🤣 she saying what’s everyone is thinking. Nick giving her a little grief is also so perfect for them “yeah you DID say that out loud.”

Ok now to my favorite part, Nick once again following Ellie’s lead and being initially like oh you writing an article ok we’re going with that ok cool. And then Ellie says hold my earrings we getting crazy but at the same time this is rolling off my tongue like I’ve said it a million times and doodled it in cursive in my diary, my HUSBAND and I can help so like you know let us on your truck mister we’re vaccinated anyways. AND NICK I MEAN HIS FACE. The initial surprise of oh no did she *actually* just say that??? Did she??? why yes she did and I’m sorry why do I like the sound of it so much??? What is this bubbling feeling inside my chest of oh damn I would very much like to be her husband and have her babies and have her announce to random strangers on the street that I am hers??? Is this normal? Do I need to call a medic?? Can she say that again is there a reason she would need to? Prove our cover one more time baby, give me a quick kiss, serious it’s for the good of the case. But ok fine no kiss but yeah I’ll roll with this and call you smoothly with your first name and just play into it. I love them both so much in this whole moment. I love them undercover together and just being all cutesy and Ellie’s deepest desires coming out while she’s just you know, investigating the case. 

Ok I am going to completely ignore the reason we are somber in this bullpen in fear of losing my shit again (see above) but we’ll break down the ellick part of it. Nick near her desk because he needs to be by her side even if it’s just her proximity 🥺 And then he takes a long look at Carl before looking at Ellie and man that is poignant even if it seems like just a fish. This living being that he’s been so stressed about keeping alive, realizing he HAS kept it alive. Realizing that he CAN be a person that someone (or a fish) depends on. Realizing he is built for long-term, he is built for the interdependency of a serious relationship. And looking up to Ellie and seeing that need for comfort, for strength, for a person to depend on. He knows her own strength and independence, knows yeah- she could do it on her own if she had to. But he also acknowledges he can be there to help her, he won’t break and he won’t let her down- just like he hasn’t let Carl down. So what does he do? He takes the corn he’d most definitely picked up *before* the news of Emily’s death (and oh good lord is that not the cutest fucking thing? He’d listened to her gush and obsess over Kosmic Korn (and yes if you freeze frame, he got her favorite because he’s observant) and he said, let me take notes, let me get my wife I mean girlfriend I mean partner some corn because it makes her happy, and if I can do even the smallest thing to make her smile goddamnit imma do it. I’m going to show her that any little teasing I give her is for show and I listen and I love this woman enough to go back to Kosmic Korn BY MYSELF—willingly Nick Torres will go back to a food truck—and get this lady some damn corn). But yes he got this before Emily’s death and now not only is it just to make her smile, but it’s a shred of “I hope I can bring you some comfort because otherwise I’m not sure how even though I desperately want to give you comfort.” And Ellie, the small smile of recognition at what Nick did is so sweet. And it morphs into a hesitant, yes corn is great but I really need to feel you, I need to touch you and know you’re still here. Feel you in my arms, feel your chest rise and fall as you breathe me in and I breathe you in. Feel you being alive after all we and this team have been through. McGee might go hug his kids but god I need to hug you Nick. I need to nestle my head even closer to get as physically close to you as possible, feel every inch of your warmth while I wrap my head around how short life truly is. And Nick looking down and stutter slightly at the overwhelming emotion he feels having her in his arms. The peace it brings him and the peace it brings her all-consuming. The realization this is where he was always meant to be and the same to her. How even in a somber moment he’s grateful to be her strength and yet he knows she’s also his strength. That hand that didn’t need to but came up all the same to cradle her head and stroke her hair- holding her head right at his heart. His heart that’s inevitably thumping in his chest for all the right reasons. Pressing her into him, doing everything he can to keep her from shying away and retreating behind those walls they both have. Wrapping his other hand around her upper back, shielding her from the hurt that is the world the best he can. If she never leaves his heart, she can’t be hurt. And he can’t lose her. He’d do anything to never leave that spot, that embrace he so desperately craves and needs. The grounding embrace of finally being in one another’s arms for more than a brief adrenaline-induced second. Neither wanting it to end, and yet knowing it will have to. And honestly I can only picture Nick’s hand still gently brushing her hair as Ellie leans back ever so slightly to look up at him, his warmth still radiating over her as he looks down. Wordlessly they both collect their things to go, never wanting a sound to break that moment. Hands maybe even brushing as they enter the elevator- the unspoken shift between them refusing to be broken if words aren’t muttered. They’re still locked in that embrace if the world stays silent. And that last look of longing at car doors, knowing the moment they step in and drive away it does have to sever- the shift is there but the embrace is split. Both swirling with thoughts as they drive their separate ways home as to where to go next…

Aaaaand then cue a Gibbs-centric episode with trash references to how vets do their job, I’m not bitter. She says as she ruins a sweet emo moment at the end of the wwr with her bitterness 🙄 ANYWAYS I’m gonna leave it with no side notes because honestly I don’t remember any and also it is literally the day of the next episode I’m so terrible at getting this done how do y’all keep waiting for me & reading this trash 😅❤️ 

[sunball]

Hi💫💓. I have a confession to make. Nothing too serious tbh. This is going to be lengthy. I created a Tumblr acc a while ago but, I was never active on it. I preferred to guest browse, you know. I would lurk around in the tags and read stuff. But, I never actually interacted with the posts. Ever. One day, I was doing the same thing and, I came across your blog. I LOVED reading your posts. You came across as an authentic and outspoken person to me. Your blog's aesthetic stood out to me. I could see that it was an expression of yourself. I could see the effort you put into it. I kept coming back to your blog and ended up finding some other wonderful blogs through it. After a while, I ended up traveling. I didn't have data or WiFi access at the time so, I couldn't read any of your posts. When I returned, I couldn't find your blog for some reason. I low-key freaked out. I am not sure how to explain this to you but, I have ALWAYS struggled with communication. It made me SO anxious to the point that I couldn't even imagine being on social media. People say that interacting with others on the Internet is much easier than face-to-face communication but, to me, it's all the same. At the end of the day, I am always wondering "Was I rude?", " Did I even make any sense?", "What are they going to think of me?". It is such an irrational fear but, I can't help it. After coming across your blog, I decided to check my natal chart, and lo and behold, I have Saturn in the 3rd. After finding out that you had the same placement, it gave me some kind of hope? That may be, someday, I would be able to express my thoughts just like you do. I really respect the efforts you put into your blog. I admire you for that. I really do. Okay, let's go back to the story. I eventually ended up finding your blog. I made up my mind to finally tell you that I loved your blog. I think I send you an ask. I think. But I decided to redo it cause' I felt like the first one didn't do justice. So here I am. I don't know if you will ever actually read this. Even now, while writing this, I am freaking out! I know I am anonymous but, my anxiety doesn't give an f. I want you to know that you are doing great. There are lots of people out there who appreciate what you do, and I am one of them. I hope you rise amongst all perils and achieve all your dreams. Thank you for being yourself. 💛💛💛

Hold up, I was supposed to make a confession, right? Okay so, I used to hang around with a cockroach as a kid. Let's call it bestie. Feels weird to say it, but bestie was actually well behaved? I used to sing songs for it and stuff. Our friendship lasted for a grand total of two days. Bestie was a great roach. Best of all?? It didn't fly. Yap, that's it. I don't know if you will read this but thanks for listening.

omg anon🥺🥺 I’m speechless aahhh aakdhjdg this means SO much to me. you made my day. you made me smile and tear up wow. thank you so much for taking your time to write this. im feelin super special rn hehehe just reading your words makes me feel appreciated 😭 I’m guessing you found my blog when my URL was ilyneptune? I was shadowbanned so that’s why you couldn’t find my blog, SORRY ABOUT THATTTT! I’m glad we found eachother again though :D

I totally get what you mean about the communication part, as a child I was really quiet and did not talk to my family or my friends much. at school I was the most awkward person and was labelled as stupid because whenever I got picked on to answer questions, I would just stutter and answer something stupid 😭 just speaking makes me feel like choking even if it’s just a simple hi. I also used to not like talking online too, I would leave messages unread and ignore them for weeks and I absolutely hated calls (I still do). I also take hours to write a paragraph. saturn in 3rd house things I suppose 😔 but actually, this year my communication got so much better. I stepped out of my comfort zone and made this blog. not so sure what made me do it but I’m glad I did it anyway. now I’m arguing with people in comment sections and I’m not afraid of being wrong anymore. I guess I just accepted that I’m not perfect and that I’m bound to make mistakes and that everyone is here for the same reason - to learn. would me saying something wrong make me a fool? or would the person laughing at me for being wrong and not asking questions be the fool instead? I actually have 2 quotes on my wall, “speak your mind even if your voice shakes” and “he who asks a question is a fool for a minute, he who does not ask is a fool for life”. those quotes are very important to me and pretty much changed my life :B my dad also helped me ig, he’s kinda cold lol but he told me that people actually don’t give a fuck about your mistakes, they don’t notice the things you notice like your crooked teeth, the way you eat, how you stuttered 3 times or how you messed up your presentation. why? people have their own insecurities and their own life to think about, they’re probably thinking of the exact same thing like “omg did they notice that I accidentally spat when I talked?”. so yeah that helped me too.

I believe that you can overcome these fears! I mean, you’re already doing it by writing this to me :D (which brought me to tears lol). If an awkward bean who barely spoke at school (aka me) can do it, so can you! I believe in you anon ((: it’s okay to be anon I understand! I appreciate you writing this to me (for the 2nd time KAHDH I’m sorry I didn’t get your last ask 😭). but anywaysss I’ll still be here for the day you express your thoughts (and imma listen hehe) I’m a sucker for thaaatttt, hearing people’s thoughts and opinions. I think it’s super fascinating how people think differently and how people can come up with different ideas. makes me just wanna take a look inside their mind KAHDJDH.

okay wth a cockroach HAHSGDGD AND WHY IS THAT WEIRDLY CUTE??? why am I aww-ing at a cockroach I don’t get it AHAHAAH AND YOU SANG TO IT?? WELL BEHAVED??? I’m chuckling here 😭😭 that’s so wholesome. so cuteeee😔 bestie will forever be missed <33

thank YOU anon. I hope you are doing well! I hope to see you againnn 🥺

[joyrose-fandomer]

Music club AU Chap4 (Sanders sides Human AU)

TL;DR: Remember when the twins mom hoped that Virgil was emotionaly strong ? He’s not. But at least he have an ally now !

POV : Virgil

Relationship: Creativitwins, Prinxiety, Logicality parent to Virgil, Dukceit

TW: Little panic attaque, thaughts of getting hurt or bullied, avoiding somone (You know, the Virgil set, but really it’s ok)

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Virgil wished a meteor fell from the sky and flattened him like a pancake.

This was the only thought he had when he saw the twins arguing about god-know-what at the school's entrance the next day.

He immediately stopped and looked for any possible way of reaching his classroom without getting through them.

So he followed the gate all around the school until he reached the back entrance which was, of course, closed. The anxious high school boy checked around to be sure he was alone before taking a few steps back. 

He then ran to the gate and with momentum, he managed to climb and jump to the other side.

"Wow."

Virgil felt himself jump out of his skin. A boy looking a year older than him was starring at him in amazement. He was wearing a bright yellow scarf, had heterochromia brown/yellow, and was wearing a f-ing fedora. HOW did Virgil not notice him? Where was he hiding?

"Did you forget your passe?"

The boy visibly forced a smirk through shock.

He didn't forget his passe but Virgil didn't feel like explaining the situation and nodded.

Something unreadable when through the eyes of fedora boy whose smirk widen.

"You know there's a camera here?"

Virgil, when pale and slowly turned around to look at where the boy was pointing, no doubt, this was a camera.

Oh no, he was in big trouble. He was going to be called by the director. He was going to have detention. They will call his dads and they will be so disappointed in him and-

"Hey, calm down, I was just joking. The camera doesn't work."

Virgil's breathing was very fast and the other teen was looking at him worryingly.

He looked at the older boy with eyes that that meant 'tell me it's true, and you're not messing with me again. I beg of you.'

Apparently, he got the message because he apologized and insisted he was telling the truth. He then sank to Virgil's level and took a long breath to silently prompt Virgil into doing the same thing.

Once the anxious teens breathing evened fedora boy stood back up.

"Want me to accompany you to class? My class is still in an hour but I'm guessing your's is starting soon?"

Virgil nodded and they walked together to his classroom.

He was still on edge but whenever his breathing started to pick up a hand fell on his shoulder to ground him. It reminded him of the way his father calm him when he felt bad and it was comforting.

Until a familiar voice yelled from behind.

"JAY!"

There was a flash of green in the corner of his vision and in the next second fedora-boy got tackle-hug by a very excited Remus in a green dress, both of them almost falling to the ground.

A gasp came up from behind Virgil.

"Emo Knightmare!"

Roman shouted, bouncing around like he just saw Santa Claus. Remus immediately picked up on it dragged Virgil into the hug.

"We waited 2 hours for you to get past the gate emo boy how did you even get in? No, both of you! I didn't see you either J!" Remus complained to the older boy.

Instead of answering, Jay smiled and kissed Remus's forehead, living the chaotic twin to mumble happily against his chest.

He then looked at Virgil, understanding clear in his eyes, and winked at him.

"Aren't you three late to class?"

"Do we have to?"

Remus complained and reluctantly let go of J getting a chuckle and a kiss on the top of his head in exchange.

"Yes, you have to. Now get to class both of you. I will accompany your friend to his own class"

Remus grumbles and dragged his brother to their classroom, who was complaining that he couldn't talk to Virgil and digging his heels in the ground ineffectively.

Once there were gone a hand fell back on his shoulder.

"They're a handful at first but they will grow on you eventually, you'll see."

With one last squeeze on his shoulder, Jay walked toward Virgil's classroom, forcing Virgil to run to catch up.

Once they were there J knocked at the door, the teacher was already there and looked at the second year confusingly.

"One of your students got lost so I brought him."

He lied casually, pointing at the worried teen behind him. When the teacher allowed Virgil to come in J whispered to him.

"Meet me behind the school at the first break"

And then he was gone.

The classes when too fast for Virgil and he has no idea what half of what the teachers said were. His brain was rolling a 100 km/h and he still had no idea what Jay wanted from him, or Roman and Remus for that matter and he was freaking out.

What if they were actually bullies and he was going to get bit up. A voice in the back of his head sounding suspicious like his father told him that it didn't make any sense and he needed to calm down.

But he couldn't, they were all so random and nothing during the last three days made any sense to him. Why were they even talking to him in the first place!

The bell ran his imminent doom. He couldn't escape it, who knows what they could do.

When he reached the other side of the school Jay was waiting for him. He waved at Virgil with a smile and asked him to follow him. They snicked past a half-closed door held close by a single rusty chain. Into an abandoned room that was probably the old PE reserve. It was arranged to be more comfortable, with old blankets added to the gymnastic mattresses and few candles here and there to have some light.

"Sit wherever you want." The older boy prompted so Virgil sat obediently on the closest mattress.

"I'm used to going to this room when I'm overwhelmed. I'm the only one who knows or at least remembers it's here so no one ever bothers me. Don't tell Roman and Remus about it, I like them but they can be a little much sometimes."

He sunk on the opposite side of the mattress.

"I guess you know about it too now"

Virgil was confused about why he was telling him that. Was it a threat or something?

"You're wondering why I brought you right?" Virgil nodded 

"To talk to you about the twins. 

They tend to do everything too big. They are constantly moving and loud. like, two big toddlers. They are doing a new challenge every day, they basically never stop. 

It's a wonder where they find all this energy."

He laughed lightly at the taught, fiddling with his gloves. He had gloves?

"I'm telling you that because you don't seem like the type to deal well with those. And it's pretty obvious that they had taken a liking to you, they probably already made a challenge out of who befriends you first. 

So you're basically stuck now."

Vigil swallows down the lump growing in his throat.

  "Yeah." Jay acknowledged Virgil's worry and continued. "Getting the attention of only one twin is manageable but with both, you're definitely gonna need a hand."

He smiled at the anxious boy next to him in a comforting gesture but wasn't very effective.

He sighed and sat closer the put his hand on Virgil's shoulder for the third time today.

"It's not so bad once you get used to their hyperactivity. They're the most loyal and sweet guys I got to see in a long time. The first weeks are just going to be, long."

Virgil was still confused about where he was trying to go. Was he trying to comfort him? Because it wasn't working.

"So I'll give you some advice. First of all, stop with the silent treatment. It only gets them more curious. Trust me, I tried."

Virgil sends him a panicked look. He couldn't just start talking with random people just like that, especially not people like the twins. Speaking sucks, what if he stuttered? What if he said something wrong?

He got a squeeze on the shoulder silently asking him to get back on earth.

  "Want to try talking with me first?"

Jay asked.

Virgil thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"Good, let's start simple. What's your name?"

The anxious teen took a deep breath.

"... V-"

His voice lost itself in his throat at the last second.

"It's ok, try again."

Jay prompted

"V-Virgil"

Fedora boy smiled proudly.

"That's a good name. I'm Janus"

The bell rang. Janus stood up, helping Virgil up in the process.

"In what class, are you?"

"...207"

"I'm in 209, want to go together?"

Virgil nodded. Janus frownd.

"Out loud please."

"Y-yes"

The older student smiled and walked out of the room.

"Know that this room is now also yours. If you're ever overwhelmed just come here. But it stays between us ok?"

  "ok."

"And, Virgil? Just so you know. The twins are definitely going to abduct you for lunch. So brace yourself"

Fedora boy smirked wickedly, making his yellow eye shining in amusement.

Oh, no.

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Hey, sorry for the wait I sayed it would come soon and it had been 2? 3? month. Sorry. I hope having some snake boy will compensate. (^-^’)

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