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a-n-conrad · 3 years

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Showers (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

[Summary: You love Karl Heisenberg completely. And because of that, you are more than willing to put up with his quirks and flaws. However, you make sure to try everything in your bag of tricks to help him take care of himself a bit better and deal with his trauma. That means you have to come up with a plan to help distract him while he showers so that perhaps he can enjoy it a bit more. (They/Them pronouns)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), shower sex, oral sex (male receiving), swearing, depressed/traumatized Heisenberg, gender-neutral reader

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/D9rsJtkERoBPaKvv8)]

Karl Heisenberg wasn’t exactly the easiest person to be in love with. You both knew it. He got angry easily. He would lock himself in his workshop for hours at a time. He was overly protective often, and wouldn’t let you wander without him there to protect you. He forgot to pick up supplies much more frequently than you’d like. And he was terrible at taking care of himself. He didn’t make it easy for you to care for him, but that never stopped you.

Part of it was that you were truly, unbelievably in love with him. There was no way that was changing over some minor annoyances. But part of it was that you were fucking stubborn. Karl had a habit of pushing people away. You didn’t know if he even knew it, but he seemed to try and push away anyone that got too close. You didn’t know what it was or why he did it, but you knew it wasn’t good for either of you. So you were far too stubborn to let him push you away like that.

So you got into the habit of helping him with all of these issues. You knew exactly how to help him calm down when he was upset. You’d find ways and excuses to drag him out of the workshop to take a break. You made sure to reassure him that you were safe whenever you went out. And you always made sure to gently remind him when you needed supplies. But the biggest thing that you made sure to do was to help him remember to take care of himself.

You made meals for him often and would bring them down to his workshop so that he didn’t have an excuse to not eat. You’d bring him water and other drinks, occasionally bringing him a chamomile tea or something of the sort when he had been avoiding sleep. You’d tend to any cuts on his hands, and you’d give his hands massages after he’s been working for hours, to help him avoid getting cramps. Your biggest challenge, however, was to get him to shower.

Heisenberg hated showers. It wasn’t the idea of hygiene that was the issue. It was a mix of a lot of other things. He was tired most of the time when he came back to the living area, far too tired to convince himself to go shower. His body ached, and the water pressure in his factory was, well, aggressive. And while he would never admit it, Karl was incredibly self-conscious. He hated having to look at himself while he washed. Part of it was that he didn’t like the way he looked, but most of it was the scars. A lot of those scars he didn’t quite remember getting. But he knew where they were from. And the thoughts of the experiments that Miranda did on him haunted him every time he had to look at his scars.

So you had to find ways to make showering a little less painful for him. You just weren’t really sure how to do that. There were a few little tricks that you had tried. You had tried getting him soaps in smells that he loved and that made him feel confident. You tried rewarding him for taking care of himself with extra cuddles. You had even tried getting him to shower with most of the lights off so he wouldn’t have to see the scars. None of that really seemed to work. So you were on to your last resort. Distraction.

- - - - -

“I’m back,” Karl sighed as he dragged himself through the door to the living quarter. He had just run for supplies after a long day of working on his experiments. You could tell that he was exhausted. And you also knew, from the layer of sweat, grease, and dirt clinging to his body, that there was no way that he was going to feel better until he took a warm shower and washed himself off.

“I’m glad you made it safely,” You responded, knowing you needed to ease him into the idea of a shower, “How was the supply run? Anything eventful happen?”

“Not really,” He sighed, setting the bags down on the table in the kitchen, starting to unpack the food and things that he had bought, “The Duke made me go to the middle of the village. My guess is that he was hoping for some drama from the villagers acting weird around me, but most of them just steered clear. I have no issues with them right now as long as they don’t get in my way, so there wasn’t anything to entertain The Duke.”

“I wish he wouldn’t use you for entertainment like that,” You sighed in response, helping him put everything away, “You have enough to deal with. You shouldn’t have to deal with him treating you like a circus animal.”

“Yeah, well, I’m used to it. It’s better than being a lab rat,” He responded, the bitterness in his voice being clear. All you could really do to respond was to nod, a slight frown on your face as you thought about his childhood once again. It always made you angry to think about, but it wasn’t helpful for anyone for you to get upset.

The two of you continued to unpack the supplies in warm silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It rarely was when the two of you were together. It was just that neither of you had anything to say. You were just enjoying each other’s company, enjoying being near each other, without having to fill the air with mindless small talk. It was only after you had put everything away that you finally broke the silence.

“Why don’t we hop in the shower, and then we can relax a bit,” You suggested gently, “You’ve had a long week. We should take some time to relax.”

He looked a bit uncomfortable and unsure at the suggestion, but didn’t outright object. He just winced. He understood that he needed a shower, but the look on his face told you that it might take a bit more convincing.

“I’ll join you if you want,” You said, winking at him, “I could use a shower too, so perhaps we could make things a bit more fun.”

His eyes widened a bit at that, and you saw his thoughts get a bit conflicted. He still wasn’t excited about the idea of having to go shower, but he was never one to turn down sex. He was entirely enamored with you, he thought you were the most attractive person he had ever seen. You watched the debate happen behind his eyes, trying to decide if he hated showering more than he loved seeing you nude. Eventually the part of him that just wanted to touch you all the time won out, and you saw the debate end. And he nodded in agreement to your plan.

- - - - -

You got the showering running while he got himself undressed. You had figured out the temperature of water that both of you liked a while ago, so you managed to get it right much quicker than Karl could. You couldn’t do much to help with the insane water pressure, but getting it to a decent temperature made it a much nicer experience.

Karl hesitated at the edge of the water flow when you were both ready. Something about actually stepping into the shower was one of the hardest steps for him. Because of that, you made a point to help him with that. You grabbed his hand and guided him into the shower with you, pulling him a bit closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in for a quick kiss to distract him while he started to get used to the feeling of the water running down his body.

It took a few moments for him to adjust, but eventually you felt his muscles relax under your fingers as you ran your hands across his body. You took that as your cue to start getting him cleaned up. You started with his hair, which got greasy pretty quickly. You rubbed the shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. He seemed to relax even more, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair. The feeling seemed to be doing well enough to distract him.

You normally try to get in and out as quickly as you can when it comes to helping Karl shower, and usually that means forgoing things like conditioner. But this time, you had a feeling that you had the time. So as you finished with the shampoo and slowly washed it out of your hair, never stopping your massages in the process, you grabbed your conditioner from the shelf. Karl didn’t use your soap very often, but sometimes when he was feeling especially sad, he liked to. It made it so that even if you weren’t right next to him, he could smell you.

You massaged the conditioner in, taking extra care to note exactly what motions made him relax extra. You took the opportunity to detangle a few of the knots in his hair as well. Using your fingers to gently pull the knots apart. Before long, his hair was soft and detangled, and he had been fairly relaxed the whole time. He hadn’t said anything, still fairly on edge, but he was much less tense than usual.

It was once you had moved on to the body wash that you could feel the tension returning to his body, despite your effort to massage his tight muscles. His whole body tensed each time your fingers ran across a scar. You watched every muscle in his back turn hard as your hand ran across a large scar on his hip. You needed to find a way to help him relax, before the calm mood was ruined completely.

You ran your hands across his chest, turning him to face you and taking a break from washing him off. He looked at you, a bit confused as you did. You just smiled at him, a smile that you knew made his heart melt a bit. The kisses you left softly on his neck did wonders on distracting him as well. He seemed tough, rigid like the metal he worked with, but when you were soft with him, he melted in an instant. So you just had to be soft.

You continued your care, leaving soft, small kisses across his collar bone. His hands started to wander, grabbing at your body as his own started to relax a bit. You finally felt his shoulders relax as one of your hands began to wander as well, sliding from his chest to just above his belt line. One of his hands raised to your face, pulling you by the chin into a kiss. It wasn’t rough like his usually are, but it was passionate in the soft and loving way.

As he pulled you closer, careful not to make you slip on the wet flooring, you felt something poke your leg, his erection catching your attention clearly. You had implied something a bit more intimate to bait him into the shower, so perhaps it was time for you to make good on that promise.

He raised his eyebrows as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, sliding your hands down his chest as you did. You made sure to add a few kisses to his chest and stomach on the way down as well, your lips catching a slight taste of soap, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t ignore. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a small smirk finding its way onto your face as you started to slide your hands a bit lower, following the path of his hips to where his legs meet.

He was watching you intently, his mind far removed from the normal complaints of a shower. The only thing he was thinking about right now was you. He watched carefully as your hands moved to his cock, handling him gently at first. You gave him a few light pumps, getting a feel of just how aroused he was. The small drops of precum that appeared almost instantly were a pretty clear sign of just how much he wanted you. And you weren’t about to deny him what he wanted.

You started with a broad lick across the length of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head when you reached the tip. He groaned loudly, his hands finding their way to the back of your head in an instant. You took his tip into your mouth, still swirling your tongue around him. You could feel his impatience as his fingers started to dig into the back of your head as he tried to resist the urge to push your head down further.

Teasing was never something that he handled well, getting impatient quickly. He liked to take control, taking over completely if you teased him too much. Normally, you enjoyed it, but this was meant to distract him, meant to give him a chance to relax. So you yielded to his need, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth, making sure to maintain suction as you started to bob your head up and down.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” He groaned, pushing your head down just a bit more. You couldn’t help but savor the look of him, practically melting in your hands. His eyes were almost rolling back in his head as you took him all the way into your mouth, fighting your gag reflex as he reached your throat.

You moaned in response, the vibration making him groan again. The taste of his precum in the back of your throat was bitter and acidic, a sharp contrast to the clean smell of the soap clinging to his body. However, all you were truly thinking about at that moment was making him feel as good as you possibly could. You wanted to make him come undone completely in your mouth. And you were going to do just that.

You had to take a moment to breathe after a while, though, pulling him out of your mouth completely to do so. You looked divine, though. That was all Karl could think of as he watched you. The line of saliva trailing from your mouth to the tip of his cock, the look of your chest raising and falling harshly as you tried to catch your breath, the water clinging to your skin, all of it was perfect. You were perfect.

He almost lost it completely when you took him into your mouth again, the feeling of your tongue and the inside of your mouth wrapping around him was almost too much. You could feel it in the way his dick twitched in your mouth, and you hummed a bit to add a bit of extra sensation. He was getting close, so you would encourage him, edge him closer until he broke his resolve.

The hand on the back of your head was helping you along, setting a pace that he was enjoying as he pushed your head down the length of his cock. You made sure to keep the suction, and to continue to curl your tongue around him. He was cursing under his breath as you did, clearly losing his control. The shaking in his legs was another clear sign that he was reaching his finish. You were just enjoying turning him into putty in your hands. The sounds he made were music to your ears.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna- fuck,” He groaned out, giving you a bit of warning. You hummed in response, a sign that he had permission to spill himself into your mouth. And he did just that, the hot, sticky substance shooting straight into your throat and he held your head in place, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

Saliva and cum dripped out of the corners of your mouth as you pulled your head back, letting him fall from your mouth. The line your saliva formed, connecting your mouth to his cock was clear. It only broke when you closed your mouth again, swallowing deeply to clear your mouth out, but never breaking eye contact with Karl.

His pupils were still blown wide as he watched you catch your breath. He never took his eyes off of you. But his body was relaxed, the tension in his muscles had entirely dissolved, and instead of the normal far-off look in his eyes that he usually had when he was trying to stay calm, they were entirely focused on you. Your plan seemed to have worked.

“We should do this more often,” You said, an amused grin clear on your face.

“I agree,” He replied.

(A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I hope your guys enjoyed it. Don't forget, tips are welcome at Venmo: Al3x13l if you'd like to support me with my writing.)

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igotanna · 3 years

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Is this a bet??

Summary: Jinyoung takes your words seriously. And he loves proving his point. You should think twice before teasing him again.

Warnings: smut, sort of orgasm denial

Genre: fanfiction, smut

Pairing: reader x park jinyoung

Rating: 18+

A/N: pic is mine

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"Please tell me you didn't just eat that popcorn that fell into your bra..." Jinyoung sighed as he heard you munch again after a long time. He sat in his favorite armchair and didn't bother to look at you. The movie was more interesting.

"Shut up I can’t hear it now."

One would say that after three years of dating and living together, you two would stop bickering. But that was the dynamics of your relationship, and you still kinda enjoyed it this way. But sometimes he got on your nerves with his lecturing.

The movie ended and Jinyoung got up to stretch and to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Y'know, it was really goo-"

"It was bullshit." you cut him off.

You scrolled through your phone and didn't really pay attention to him when he came back to look at you with his 'what did you just say?' face.

"Come again?"

"I said it was bullshit. It was absolutely unrealistic during the sex scenes," you explained and sighed like him.

He frowned and sat down, now actually interested to hear your thoughts "What do you mean?"

"I mean c'mon! One could never make woman cum without touching her clit - when they were together for such a short time! You couldn't do that and we’ve known each other for quite some time now!"

You were so serious, and didn't really see the shadow of deep shock that flew over his face. He blinked a few times in disbelief. "Do you really think that?"

Putting the phone down you looked at him "Yes, it's really hard - maybe even physically impossible for a woman to cum completely without touching her clit. It's the most ac-"

"Wait," he stopped you, picking up his words and thinking your statement through "is this a bet?" His eyes pinned at your face.

You had to laugh - this was more of a "scientific" discussion for you and here he was dirty minded as usual thinking you're teasing him.

"I'm just saying,-"

"Is this a bet?" he repeated, voice lower. Now it was you blinking quickly to adjust. When he said it out loud you were even more sure - it is impossible.

"What would be the prize for the winner?" you narrowed eyes suspiciously. You knew he was able to pull your leg all the time.

"Anything." he said deadly serious.

"Anything?"

"Anything. Completely free options. If I don't make you cum without touching your clit you can make me do anything you want. One time. Make me go up on stage and do stand-up comedy, make me say something stupid in front of your mother. Whatever you say."

"And if you do make me cum?"

His expression darkened, a low-key sadistic smile flitting across his face. "Anything as well."

You laughed again, shaking your head "This is too.. too much you. I don't trust you."

"What? Whyy?" he looked at you like a surprised puppy with his big round eyes.

"Because!" you exclaimed and got up, almost shoving him off the couch. He followed you with his eyes and regained confident expression. He already knew you're in.

"Because games like these never end up in my favour!"

"Well, if it won’t end up in your favour now, I don't know when it will!" he laughed and left to take a shower. Jinyoung was well aware to give you some space to consider his proposal after presenting you a new idea or assumption.

While he was showering, you had a moment to consider your options - either way you were going to have some solid sex. And that was all you needed to head to the bathroom and lean on the shower door.

"Alright."

Jinyoung laughed and looked to where he heard your voice "So is this official?"

"Yes." you sighed, almost like he pushed you into doing it. Which he did. In his own way. "It is a bet. If you won't make me cum without touching my clit-"

"But I can be inside." he demanded

"Of course, that's not the point. Apart from touching my clit you can do whateve-"

"Careful with your words," he smirked.

"You can do almost whatever might help you make me cum." you finished strongly.

The water stopped. A muscular torso appeared next to your face and with it Jinyoung's fresh scent combined with the soap.

He looked at you, satisfaction written all over his face and dried his hair like nothing happened. Continuing to your bedroom he put the towel down and raised his voice as if he was looking for you "Are you coming?"

You walked to the room like if you were about to do a job interview, even your stomach was slightly squirming with excitement and partly with nervousness.

Jinyoung was busy adjusting the light and pulling down the curtains.

"So," his voice was low and muted, intimidating.

"I don't know what game are you playing...you simply cannot win this." you laughed and started to unbutton your shirt.

"Ah-," he stopped you before pointing at your hands – you were obviously stealing his job "Don't." his eyes found yours and he tilted his head a bit "But do repeat what you just said. C'mon."

You laughed as he got near you and slowly touched your arm with index finger sending a shiver down your spine "I said you won't make me cum."

"That's it." he whispered to himself.

You felt his body behind you, heard his breath, your hair swinging in its rhythm. By stopping you from undressing yourself he was showing you who’s in charge. You wanted to stay strong, not willing to submit to his methods you knew all too well. Something in Jinyoung’s demeanour changed, he’s going to outperform himself today you were sure of it. He's going to come up with something new, trying out stuff he always wanted to but never did. And most importantly - he’s going to take advantage of this.

His fingers moved inch by inch up to meet the inner elbow and to the hips.

"Say it again." he muttered through gritted teeth, daring you. As if searching for reasons to punish you. His warm hand roughly pushed the shirt fabric aside, forcing its way between the buttons by stealth.

"I said you can't make me cum." you said clearly, but it was undermined by the breathless gasp that escaped your mouth unwillingly. At that very moment, his hand undid the buttons and your shirt landed next to your ankles like snake's skin.

Despite the intensity he barely touched you yet.

His arm rested on your shoulder and with tips of his fingers he drew over your chest up to the collar bone. His face was so close to your ear you heard every breath and even movements of his tongue in his mouth.

The goosebumps raised across your skin excited him so much, but he kept his head clear. He knew exactly what to focus on. Having a mental list of your erogenous zones he needed to use, and saving few new ones to try out. He dug his face in your hair and kissed you below your ear. Your body reacted faster than you wanted. You crumbled into him as if he pushed some button, your knees bending a bit. But he didn't want it to be this fast.

He bit your earlobe in warning.

Surprised by his nip, your hand went up for revenge but his was quicker, smacking yours away like annoying insect.

Sliding his palms down to your panties he slowly pulled down. You felt a sudden gust of coldness as he kneeled down and your back were left unprotected. His heart started to beat faster as your panties revealed your bum. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips on your left butt cheek. It took you by surprise – he never was this gentle. Still only with the tips of his fingers on your sides, he got up. Parting your hair and putting them on one side he uncovered his most favorite part of your body – the nape of your neck.

He pushed you to the bed.

Enough of warming up.

"However bad it's going to be..." his voice was dark, wild and almost aggressive because of the long silence "Rule is- you can't touch your clit either." he said locking eyes with you.

"It's either me making you cum," he continued and leaned on his elbows above you, only inches above your face, "or nothing." you opened your mouth to kiss back, but he pulled away. Pressing lips on your neck and going down, between your breasts, your belly.

You felt yourself getting wett, heat pooling in anticipation.

The thing is - it was usually never this slow - Jinyoung was more of a rough, fierce sex type. He didn't need any time to prep and wasn't really a fan of foreplay. Lube was always there to fix everything.

But now- he was careful, sensual, paying attention to details - dancing with his fingers on the inner side of your knee. You almost forgot this place was so sensitive. He harmonized the feeling with his lips on your thigh, temptingly close to the clit.

Closing your eyes you didn't watch what he's doing - just bathed yourself in the feelings.

He was already almost rock hard, given the sight of you closing your eyes with pleasure. He had to focus on the edge of his limits. It was so tempting to imprison you in his arms, to thrust into you, deeply and fully.

But a bet is a bet, and he had his plan.

You felt like you were ready for him, so much so you unknowingly spread apart more. His hand moved your leg up to rest on his hips, facing you again. Still not opening your eyes, you turned your head a bit to make him space for more neck kisses.

As his hands pulled yours up above your head, his fingers intertwined with yours.

Jinyoung left the best for last – he finally pressed his body fully on you, and inch by inch dived in you. You heard him smirk as he found it amusing how easily he could slide in as you were already so wet and open for him.

He moved slowly. Not just because he knew it’s stimulating, but because he focused on your nipples. He knew you were sensitive, and it helped him on many occasions to make you cum. Kissing, licking and carefully biting them he took you on the edge of pain and pleasure. Your fingers found his hair and you wanted to pull it, to participate somehow. But he was the leader here and immediately put your hands back in place – above your head.

It was all so good.

His breath so close to your neck, the heat from his body. The precision he moved with, how much attention he paid to you. How he held your jaw like he needed it to breathe.

But something was missing, the tension just kept cumulating and piling up, peak nowhere in near sight. You could even feel yourself stretching your arm up, as if to grab the orgasm that was just inches away.

But apparently your other hand headed down again because Jinyoung smacked it angrily "Don't even try it." thrusting in over and over.

"Fuck the bet, I want-"

"Rules!" he hissed as his movements quickened. Placing hand on the concave of your neck and shoulders, he squeezed a bit as a warning.

You bit your lip in frustration and pleasure. He bend down and kissed your jaw, following with his mouth parting yours, being dominant even now. Leaving you only to wait for his next move. Pulse racing, he repeatedly broke the kiss to look at you, to burn this exact picture of you into his mind.

Feeling him inside, holding your hand up, your breasts on his chest... everything felt like a flash of a fire, but the flame didn't appear. You almost fell his heart beating in your own veins.

He was close, so close.

Face next to yours, his lips found the spot below your ear again, biting the earlobe.

Breathing faster you knew it was coming.

Was he right? Can he do that? C'mon just a bit more- it's so close.

But he suddenly stopped moving, head buried in your hair heavily breathing. You tried to keep up with the wave of pleasure that was inside of you, waiting to be released, you tried so hard to slide it on your own. But it was gone. He was gone, leaving you in the water searching for a way out.

As he rolled down from you letting you alone with the helplessness and frustration he propped on one hand and looked at you "You were right." he caught his breath and put away lock of hair from your neck.

"You did it on purpose! You knew I was close!" you cried out loudly, hands rubbing your face.

"Yes." he admitted, glad you revealed the truth.

Looking directly at you like a teacher wanting his answer he asked "Lesson?"

After the minute of silence you gave to spite him, you felt a quick, light smack on your thigh. "Never. Try me out again."

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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shelter me from winter’s bite

Everyone’s doing a hypothermia fic so I figured I may as well contribute. It’s one of my favorite tropes.

title taken from Brian Czyzyk’s poem “Hoarfrost” (he’s my favorite young queer poet and you should check him out).

tw: hypothermia, angst with a happy ending, whump with a happy ending

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“Do you always have to be so damnably loud?” Geralt growls, glaring at Jaskier from across the small room.

“My apologies for existing,” the bard snaps back. He’d only been rearranging his pack, looking for something reasonably clean to sleep in while his clothes were laundered by the innkeeper’s lovely wife. “I’ll try to do so more quietly from now on, good sir.”

Geralt huffs out a breath in passive-aggressive annoyance and Jaskier bristles.

“Oh well, then. C’mon witcher, I know you want to say it!”

“Say what?” Geralt asks. His voice is low and threatening. He’s ready to play the game and by god he’s going to win this time.

“It’s practically your motto at this point,” the bard hisses through his teeth, angry and bitter and tired. Geralt sees victory. Sees some peace and quiet on the horizon. “Say it!”

Geralt does as he’s told, like any good witcher would: “Fuck off, bard.”

“There it is!” Jaskier laughs joylessly, throwing up his hands. He pulls on his doublet and boots and heads for the door. “If you want me gone so badly, Geralt, then I will go. I’ll get out of your lovely white hair and leave you to mope in peace.”

“Fucking finally,” the witcher snarls, turning away. He doesn’t see the genuine hurt in Jaskier’s blue eyes as the bard quietly closes the door rather than slamming it. He doesn’t hear the quiet sob that rips its way out of Jaskier’s throat as he stands very still, shocked and suddenly exhausted all the way to his bones. He doesn’t smell the salt of his bard’s tears as he slips silently down the hallway and out into the late autumn night. He doesn’t notice the snow starting to pile up on the windowsill ahead of season.

He’s too busy being a self-flagellating moron to notice any of that.

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Geralt is woken in the middle of the night by a commotion downstairs. He can hear several loud, panicked heartbeats and one very quiet, very slow heartbeat beneath all of those; it’s achingly familiar but the half-asleep witcher can’t quite call its source to mind. Geralt listens as the innkeeper barks out a series of sharp orders: “Meredith, you get to the kitchen and make some strong black tea! Florence, fetch a pail of warm water and two or three towels from the laundry. Josiah you lazy lout, get into the attic and fetch some blankets! The poor lad has gone blue all over!”

The witcher peers into the hallway and catches the skinny stable hand, Josiah, racing for the attic staircase. “What’s going on?”

“A farmer from the next town over was on his way over to help a friend’s sow give calf and he found-” the lad pauses to suck in a great gulp of air and launches off again “-and he found that friend of yours lying in a snowbank, muttering nonsense and shivering like a leaf. The poor fool didn’t have a cloak on him or anything, just a doublet and walking boots! He’s near-dead!”

Geralt curses and makes for the stairs, taking them two at a time until he reaches the main floor. There are voices coming from the kitchen and he follows them as if in a dream, his feet moving without aid of his conscious mind. “Jaskier? Is it the bard, Jaskier?”

“Are you the great brute what kicked him out?” the innkeeper’s wife asks, crossing her arms over her ample chest and narrowing her eyes. Geralt falters.

“No, he- he left on his own, in a huff.”

“Wonder who could have started the huff,” the woman rolls her eyes. This isn’t about his status as a witcher, Geralt knows; this eye roll was made by a woman who knows a lovers’ quarrel when she sees one. Except that this stupid little spat might have cost Jaskier his life.

“Where is he? May I see him, goodwife?”

The woman points to a table in the corner, which has been cleared of cooking implements and cushioned with a heavy bearskin. Jaskier lies atop the brown fur, his skin frighteningly pale, his lips and fingers tinted a slight blue. Geralt rushes to his side and takes one of the bard’s stiff hands in his own. He brushes a stray lock of brown hair from Jaskier’s forehead and nearly recoils in shock from the temperature of his skin. Even colder than his hands, which are already dangerously frigid. If Jaskier cannot play his lute-

Geralt doesn’t even allow himself to finish the thought. Instead he works on rubbing small, careful circles onto the back of the bard’s hands with his thumbs, warming the skin in tiny increments: “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

The bard remains unmoving, heartbeat fluttering weakly, lungs barely drawing breath; Geralt fights back an overwhelming sense of panic, trying to recall whatever training he’d received at Kaer Morhen concerning freezing humans.

“Do you mind if I take him upstairs and tend to him myself?” the witcher asks.

“Can you take care of him?” the innkeeper’s wife replies.

Geralt bows his head, shame licking like flames up and down his bent spine, and nods. “Yes, Ma’am. I have dry clothes for him in our room and I was trained extensively for emergency situations such as this, all witchers are.”

“Alright,” she narrows her eyes. “But he’d best be alive come morning.”

“I’ll happily turn myself over to the village elders to be dealt with accordingly should the bard come to any harm,” he vows. Her eyes widen minutely and he can read the surprise in her body language, but she remains relatively calm.

“Any further harm, rather. Alright, then. I’ll have my husband and the girls bring those supplies up to your room for him. We’ll be glad to go back to sleep.”

“Thank you for your kindness,” Geralt bows formally. She blushes despite her irritation with him and waves him away.

“Take your bard and go, witcher, before I change my mind and spend all night caring for him myself out of motherly pity. Go.”

Geralt hefts Jaskier into his arms, heavy bearskin blanket and all, and hurries up the stairs to his room. He will not let Jaskier come to any further harm. Not by his hand. Not by his word. Never again.

---

Back in their room, Geralt quickly undresses the shivering human, peeling away what few damp layers there are with growing disappointment. Jaskier hadn’t been prepared for a walk in the snow at all! Although, to be fair, it hadn’t seemed that cold earlier in the evening and the snow had been sudden and heavy.

He wipes Jaskier down with a warm cloth and slips one of his own clean shirts over the bard’s head. He tries not to let his gaze linger on the way Jaskier’s shoulders don’t quite fill out the dark material. Or on the way his dark, wiry chest hair peeks out through the open laces at his throat. The witcher quickly shuffles him into clean smallclothes and wraps him in a thick wool blanket.

They sit curled before the fire and Geralt holds Jaskier against his chest. He hums with his voice like gravel, grating out one note after the other in some attempt to soothe the bard’s aching body. Jaskier shivers and shakes violently in the witcher’s strong embrace, his eyes clenched shut with the cramps that wrack his frame as his muscles return to their normal temperature. Geralt feels like he’s holding a porcelain doll and keeps his grip deliberately loose, tight enough to comfort but not restrain.

“G-Geralt,” he groans. “Hold me, please.”

The witcher squeezes his arms more confidently around the bard’s middle, burying his face in Jaskier’s soft hair and breathing deeply. The warmth that usually emanates from his busy human body is gone and his chamomile-honey scent is buried beneath a layer of damp cold; it feels wrong. Terribly wrong. Geralt murmurs against his temple, begging the younger man’s forgiveness: “I’m so sorry, Jaskier. Gods, I’m so sorry. Will you ever be able to forgive me? I’m a fool, you know. I’m a fool witcher who never says anything important until it’s too late. I’m so incredibly sorry, my love.”

“This is a very good dream,” the bard sighs, smiling despite the pain. His eyes open, bleary and addled. “Like I was having in the woods, but better.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow and Jaskier seems to understand the unspoken question, even in his current sorry state.

“The real Geralt would never be so gentle with me, dear heart. You must be a dream, sent to me on my deathbed to ease my passage into the afterlife. There’s no other explanation for your sudden displays of tenderness.”

“It’s... It’s really me,” Geralt affirms. He runs his hand up and down the length of Jaskier’s spine, “I’m here, Jaskier. Can you ever forgive me for being so stupid?”

“I forgive you for being stupid ever other day, dear witcher. It is of no consequence to me.”

“It almost was,” Geralt frowns. “I nearly- I almost-”

Jaskier’s arm raises weakly and his too-chilly hand presses to Geralt’s cheek. “I shouldn’t have stormed off like an idiot. I shouldn’t have kept picking the fight. We both fucked up, alright? What matters is our second chance. We got to have one, Geralt.”

“Hmm.”

“Am I wearing your shirt?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Yours were all being laundered and this one was clean and it had been in my pack near the fire so it was already warm and-”

“Did you take care of me all night?”

“Hmm.” Geralt sighs after his hum and glances away for a moment. “What did you mean about... about the dream in the woods?”

“Oh. Well, when I was very cold and things were hazy and slow, I dreamed that you were there with me. Everything got very fuzzy and warm for a little bit, and when it was warm you were holding me like this and giving me little kisses. It was... nice. Even though I knew I was dying because you were being so soft, so considerate; saying things to me you’d never say out loud in real life.”

“I love you, Jaskier. I will try my best not to lose my temper needlessly,” the witcher swears. “You don’t deserve it.”

“Can we still cuddle like this?” Jaskier asks, leaning his weigth against Geralt’s firm chest. “It’s so nice to be held.”

“Of course. Anything you want. I’m not going to waste my second chance by treating you poorly. Not for another second, my beloved bard.”

“B-beloved?”

“Hmm.”

“Oh, well then I’m definitely still dreaming.”

Geralt lifts Jaskier into his arms and carries him over to the bed, which is piled high with their extra blankets. He tucks Jaskier into the nest against the wall and lays along the outside of the mattress. He presses his lips to the bard’s, reveling in Jaskier’s returning warmth, and smiles. “I’ll prove it’s not a dream. Every day.”

“Sounds nice,” Jaskier yawns, snuggling into the witcher’s arms and settling down to sleep.

“It will be.”

#geraskier #hypothermia #getting together #bouncey's endless getting together fics #geraskier fic #geraskier fluff #whump with a happy ending #fluff with a happy ending #geralt #jaskier #jaskier whump #jaskier gets hypothermia #caring geralt #soft geralt #winter fics #geraskier winter fics

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whatsmyline-pb · 3 years

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I guess I’m now writing a modern T/A series based on ridiculous Tom Hardy photos (and eventually CM pics too?) Here’s part two:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32103217

Series: Inspired

Work: Business as Usual

Summary: A modern Tommy/Alfie riff on those ridiculous TH MySpace photos.

They say to never mix business with pleasure and this is an anthem that Alfie could give fuck-all about; he is more than happy to spit in the face of conventionality and its ridiculous adages. Tommy, on the other hand, is not so keen to shed such things, is annoyingly determined to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

He shrugs off Alfie’s hand with narrowed eyes when it lingers too long on his shoulder during meetings. Shoots off deadly glares at the subtle innuendos Alfie throws his way when they meet with potential clients. Greets him with stony, infuriated silences when they reconvene later in the evening for purposes that are decidedly not business-related.

Alfie fucking loves it. Loves it when Tommy strides into his flat after a day during which he’s been particularly indecent, radiating annoyance and petulance and arrogance. It’s a challenge Alfie welcomes with open arms, all together delighted to set about the task of unwinding Tommy’s moods, teasing him into bed where he can then dutifully strip him bare and turn his ire into quivering need.

And as with most things when it comes to Alfie, Tommy should know better. His bad moods and sullen responses to Alfie’s behavior only serve to further encourage it, pushing him to infuriate him more and more.

—

It’s about a month after Alfie’s fateful run in Margate that he begins to send scandalous texts to Tommy throughout the workday. The idiot had made the mistake of sharing his calendar with him, so Alfie always knows just the opportune time to bombard him.

It starts off innocent enough. The occasional text recalling the night before (Can't stop thinking about how glorious that beautiful ass felt around my cock) or anticipating evenings to come ( I’m going to make you come so hard tonight you won’t be able to walk for days). Alfie always hits send with a rush of glee, imagining Tommy checking his buzzing phone during important negotiations, his cheeks flushing pink upon reading them, followed by a clenched jaw and quickened breaths.

Without fail, Tommy never responds, but still comes to him later, throws his briefcase onto the couch before seething out, for fucks sake, Alfie, and slamming him against the wall or counter or fridge with an aggravated kiss. It’s utterly delicious, and Alfie happily welcomes the bruises that emerge under Tommy’s aggressive ministrations and the moans of desire that soon follow as he takes him fully.

—

Alfie ups his game quickly from words to photos. He makes sure to not send anything too incriminating, no dick pics or anything, he’s not entirely lacking in class, after all. But there are teasing shots of bare arms and his unclothed chest and wetted lips and an exposed inguinal crease. All his parts that he knows Tommy likes best.

The result is far more effective than words, Tommy later barreling into his flat in a storm of ferocious lust and annoyance, equally.

One time, when Alfie yearns to taunt Tommy during what he knows is a particularly important meeting, he can’t find a moment of his own to take a current photo, and instead delves deep into his archives, finding one from his MySpace days, nearly decades ago.

The photo he stumbles upon is absurd. A young picture of him nude but for a pair of scrunched white drawers, leaning languidly against a door frame, crotch unabashedly defined. He sends it without a moment's hesitation.

Tommy doesn’t wait until their evening plans to respond. He strides unannounced into his office midday and slams his phone onto Alfie’s desk.

“You’re getting fucking lazy, Alfie,” he says, a strange, unfamiliar energy humming about him. “Can’t even be bothered to send something recent, eh?”

Alfie grins in response and cocks his eyebrows.

“Ever rescued a dog, Tom? Naw, I bet not. See the thing is, when you rescue a dog, often it’s no young pup. And all you can think the whole time you’ve that majestic beast in your care is, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to see this beauty in his youth. So, considerate man that I am, I figured I’d grant you said pleasure.”

Tommy barks out the rare, loud laugh, his eyes twinkling and mouth spread wide. Alfie wastes no time in undressing him and fucking him senseless against his desk.

—

From this, Alfie learns that the one thing he loves more than riling Tommy up is making him laugh, and from then on his actions take on a whole new purpose.

His sent photos become less scandalous and more ridiculous and are more often from the past than not.

There’s the picture of him, lips pursed and bare-chested, but for a green vest, hand sneaking beneath his waistband. And the one of him flexing his youthful upper body quite wonderfully, if he does say so himself. And then there’s the one with him donning nothing but an orange thong and a baseball cap and a wonderfully trimmed mustache. So many to choose from, so he sends them all.

Tommy doesn’t make it easy, and Alfie has to admit he’d be disappointed if he did. More often than not Tommy strolls into his flat, skillfully masking amusement with annoyance, parading about uninterested. But Alfie can see the lightness glinting in his eyes, the slight twitch in his hard-pressed lips, and it’s with wholehearted joy that he strips away Tommy’s pretenses and delights in his ensuing undoing.

—

One day, things go particularly awry. It’s not Alfie’s fault, really. How was he supposed to foresee that Tommy had recently synced his texts to his computer and that his latest sent photo, entirely unprofessional— in fact, the most raunchy of them all— would pop into frame while Tommy was reviewing spreadsheets with his newest client?

There’s no world in which Alfie should be held accountable for this, except for Tommy’s. But still, when, instead of a non-response to his text followed by a late-night visit, Alfie receives a phone call, there’s an unease deep in his stomach.

“You crossed the fucking line, today,” Tommy informs him, with a particularly steely tone. Alfie balks.

“I what? ” He asks, incredulous. Tommy recounts his day and hangs up abruptly at Alfie’s ensuing laughter.

Countless texts later Alfie has convinced Tommy to come over, after all. Despite his complete lack of responsibility for the disaster his earlier text had resulted in, Alfie can’t help but feel a pang of remorse.

So he swallows his pride and sets about a scheme to rectify matters. He’s naked but for his cinched white underwear, posing against the wall, emulating that first MySpace post he’d shared, when Tommy enters his flat. Tommy falters when he sees him, clearly so ready for defiance, but shocked into something else entirely.

Alfie rubs his free hand over his beard, says, “2005 called. They want me back.”

The grin that splits over Tommy’s face should be relief enough, but it’s not until he steps forward and cups Alfie fully in his palm, his lips grazing softly over his, that Alfie knows his sins are truly forgiven.

They spend the night enthusiastically fucking and, when morning comes, continue, canceling their workdays, pleasure thoroughly trumping business.

#Peaky Blinders #Tommy/Alfie #tommy x alfie #Tommy Shelby #Alfie Solomons #Tom Hardy #ao3 #fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic

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hisunshiine · 3 years

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Escape ✈︎ Chapter 8

✈︎ chapter 8: But I Still Want You Pt. 3 | ✈︎ Escape Series — 18+, Mature

✈︎ genre: smut, angst, fluff

✈︎ word count: 3566 words

✈︎ pairing: Jin x YN

✈︎ warnings: kissing, boners, straddling, teasing, cunnilingus, riding, doggy style, multiple orgasms, creampie, sneaking out after sex, crying, yelling,

✈︎ summary: You go home with Jin and feel your walls coming down, but is one night enough to change your ways?

“You really like your video games, huh? You have like every system,” you laugh as you look around the small living room in the one bedroom bungalow. “Hey, it took me a long while to find all of the old ones.” He laughs while setting the two cups of tea on the table. “So what should we talk about? I mean, we are here, and you like me, I like you--”

You cut him off with a kiss, and he tenses up as you suck on his bottom lip and give it a little bite as you back away from him. You don't notice that he begins relaxing into the kiss as you pull away, mortified at your behavior and the way you perceive his reaction.

“I’m so sorry, I’m usually not this aggressive,” You start to get up, “Maybe I should go.”

You feel him grab your hand and stop you.

“No, I liked that... what you did. I would never have made the firs-”

You cut him off again, this time you turn to throw your leg over his, and straddle him on the couch, kissing his plump lips. This time he doesn’t tense up, instead he eagerly kisses you back. He lets your tongue separate his lips and explore his mouth. Your tongues wrestle with each other, tasting one another, soft moans flowing into each other's mouths. His large hands gripping your love handles as you grind back and forth on his erection; you whimper at the feel of it rubbing against your hot core.

“Maybe, mmm, maybe we should take it slow?” Jin says as he moans and thrusts his hips upward into your center, his actions not matching his words. You lean backwards, legs spreading more as you as you place your hands on his knees to take in the bulk of his thrust. The widening of your legs allows his clothed member to hit directly on your covered clit, tingles of pleasure eclipsing your nerve endings. His hands move up from your sides, cupping your breasts through your shirt. You lean forward and begin to kiss him quickly again, before pulling his t-shirt up, and he raises his arms so you can pull it off. He pulls your shirt up and over your head while you continue grinding on his hard member, his fingers work to unclasp your bra. Your breasts bounce free and he leans into you, taking your nipple between his luscious lips, sucking and kissing them.

You pull away from him to stand up, looking him over, his hard member straining against his tight pants. His lips puffy and red from kissing, and yet he still looks so innocent, waiting for you to give him his next order. You kneel in front of him, leaning your head forward, your mouth tracing over the outline of his hard member. His head lolls back on the couch pillow and his moans deepen as his hands are gripping the fabric of the cushion beneath him. You undo his button, slowly open the zipper, and you look into his eyes as he looks down at you with his deep brown ones. At this moment you see his walls come down fully, and you are glad to be the one to open him up. He lifts his hips so you can pull his pants down, his erection almost tearing through his pre-cum soaked boxer briefs. You pull the briefs back and his long, thick member is revealed. Your hand grips around his soft, smooth erection; your lips caress the tip as his body tenses. Your lips part, taking in the head as your tongue is swirling around it, lapping up the salty pre-cum. You swallow as you take him all the way in your mouth, to your throat, his moan gets loud and he quickly cums without notice into your throat.

“I-I’m sorry...it...it just felt too good...but I can keep going.” He starts stroking himself, watching you as you finish undressing, slowly dropping your pants. You sit on the couch and let him see how wet your panties are, his erection growing again, as his hands use the slick pre-cum to lubricate his member.

“Can I taste you? Please?” He begs. You play with yourself for a bit, making him wait until you have decided he can taste it.

You spread your legs for him, motioning him over with your finger. He slowly slides his head between your legs, stopping to kiss your thighs with his plush, full lips. His tongue leaving trails of saliva, his teeth leaving marks as he nibbles his way up to your core. You grip his hair between your fingers as you guide his mouth to your clit. His large lips engulf your clitoris into his warm, wet mouth. Your whole body trembles, you haven’t felt this kind of intimacy in a long time and right now you want nothing but release. You roll your hips, rubbing your wet hole fiercely against his chin, while he sucks and flicks your clit. He slides two of his long, slender fingers into your wet center; you moan and squirm, feeling your climax getting closer. His fingers moving more rapidly and he feels you grip tight around him. In reflex you attempt to wiggle away, the feeling overwhelming, but he grabs your hips and pulls you to him keeping his mouth exactly where it needs to be.

“I-I’m cumming,” you moan loudly. His tongue trails down to your wet entrance as you fall apart, and he enjoys your sweet juices as they flow onto his tongue. When you gain coherence again, you pull his face up to yours, kissing him hard as you taste yourself, his lips that are already puffy and red swelling a bit more.

He stands up over you, his long body with his broad shoulders and his lengthy thick member in front of you. He extends his hand, and you take it as he helps you to your feet. He leads you back into the only bedroom in the house and it’s beautiful. Light pastels, a California king bed and the scent of lavender and lilac fill the room. There are french doors that open to his completely private backyard, which he has quite the garden growing out there.

“Jin, it’s beautiful, everything…” He places his long finger to your lips, “Ssh, not as beautiful as you.”

He cups your face with his large hands and kisses you gently, his tongue invading your mouth gently, his soft lips feel like cotton. Standing in the room, naked and exposed, you both begin to feel a little shy. He smiles at you and leads you to the bed, lifting the covers back. You both climb under them and begin to explore each other again, his hands on your breasts, his mouth suckling and leaving marks all over your skin. You caress his member with your hand, using the pre-cum to lubricate, and you both whimper and moan, pulling each other closer, wanting more.

With your hands on his chest, you guide him onto his back gently, but with a need. You climb on top of him, straddling his center, the tip of his long erection at the entrance to your wet hole. He keeps trying to thrust his hips up, so you hold his body down by his waist, then you slowly slide down his long smooth pole. You feel every inch as he penetrates you, your inhibitions release as you feel him deep, pushing on your cervix. The moan that leaves his throat sends chills throughout your body and he pulls you to him and kisses you passionately. His moans disappear into your mouth as you bounce up and down, reaching your own climax quickly.

“You feel so good baby, I can do this all night. I feel your cum on me,” Jin says as he takes control and thrusts his hips upwards rapidly, making you cum even harder, “Fuck, baby your just so wet...”

You collapse on your back beside him, your body feeling exhausted.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, baby, we’re only getting started.”

Jin slides between your legs, using his hand he pushes one knee to your shoulder, then slowly slides his hard member inside of your wet walls. You moan a deep, breathy moan, reaching your arms up around him, pulling him to you as you bite and suck on his bottom lip. His stroke is impeccable, like he knows exactly what you need to cum multiple times, while his mouth gently suckles at your nipples. His touch is soft and gentle. You wipe the beads of sweat forming on his forehead away. You look into each other's eyes as you make love, and you both cum in an explosion of ecstasy as your juices mix together and leak out of you as he pulls out.

“Turn over,” he says, out of breath, “I’m not done.”

Exhausted, yet still horny, you get on your knees. He pushes your back down gently and lifts your ass up higher by your hips. He gently penetrates you with just the head of his limp dick, his hand tightly gripping the rest of his shaft.

“Do you need help back there?” You ask; despite still wanting him to satisfy this ever present ache, you have both already had a couple orgasms and you won’t think him lacking if you stop.

“No, it will grow again on its own.” As he cautiously moves back and forth, you feel more of him enter you each thrust as his cock is getting harder and harder. A quiet moan escapes your lips and he starts stroking faster. You bite the sheets below you.

“Harder, Jin, fuck! You feel so good!” You feel like your moans and shouts of pleasure can be heard around the world, and he growls as you cum again on his cock, walls pulsing sporadically around him. You feel him thrust deep and hard into you, and then he’s shooting his hot cum against the back of your pussy. He leans forward and plants gentle kisses on your back as he continues to pulsate inside of your walls, releasing the last of his cum as your own muscles massage it out of him.

You both collapse to the bed with a satisfied sigh, and he pulls your naked body up against his own naked one, running his fingers gently along your arm until you both drift off to sleep.

You aren’t sure how long you have been asleep, but when you open your eyes, his angelic face is there, sleeping peacefully. You notice the sun is just beginning to rise, and you know if he wakes up it will be even harder to do what you know you have to.

You quietly slide out of the bed, go into the living room and get dressed. You open the door, but before leaving, you look back to the open bedroom door. You can see him sleeping soundly.

“Goodbye, Seokjin,” you whisper quietly under your breath. You noiselessly close the door behind you and head back to your temporary house, with your temporary room, to pack your bags and leave your temporary life on this island.

Just as you finish packing up, there’s a knock at your door.

“Oh, good morning. I.. uh, see you’re still wanting to leave today?” Talia asks as she stands in the doorway.

“Yeah, I think, um, I think it would be in my best interests to leave now, before I get too attached.” You swallow down the lump that has formed in your throat, and fight back the tears. You start gathering all of your packed belongings together.

“You know the boat doesn’t leave for a few hours, maybe you should stop by the restaurant and see Jin before you leave. I mean, you still need to tell him how you feel.” Talia says, but she has no idea of the events from the night before or where you were this morning.

“I don’t feel that would be appropriate, seeing that I’m leaving today,” you pause to put on a fake chipper voice, “maybe I’ll come back in the future and visit, so for now I’ll just head to the docks and wait for the boat to get ready to leave.”

You walk up to Talia and hug her, the tears welling in your eyes, because you know everything you are saying is a lie. That you won’t be returning, once you leave you are never coming back, because you are too afraid of the possibilities of what could be if you stay. “Talia, thank you so much for this opportunity. I have had a great time here, met wonderful people, and meeting the guys was a wonderful opportunity. I just have to end my time here and I don’t want to take away from the moment. I want to leave knowing that these 2 weeks were the best moments of my life. Let everybody know that I will come back and visit, one day.”

Talia hugs you back.

“I understand, I just really wish you would have taken the opportunity to talk to Jin and tell him how you really feel, but you can always tell him when you come back. Well, I’ll drive you to the docks, I’m actually meeting Jimin, we’re going to grab a bite to eat before we head back to the mainland with you.”

You both climb into the golf cart she has parked outside and she begins to make the two mile trek to the docks. Talia talked about the night before and how so many people were on the beach, and that Hobi and Yoongi were talking about some game they wanted to play, but everybody was too wasted to understand the rules. The drive seemed like forever, and then suddenly you were at the docks. Soon, she had helped you unload your luggage and you sat down on the covered benches along the dock edge, awaiting the ship's arrival. After saying a quick goodbye one last time, you watched from a distance as Talia met with Jimin. They were so cute, although not official, the bond they have is very evident to you. As Talia climbs back into the golf cart you had recently vacated to go towards Jin's restaurant, you watch as they are laughing and smiling, and Jimin gives her ass a smack before she’s able to sit down. A part of you just wishes you could enjoy things like that instead of being afraid to just go along for the ride and see where it leads you.

It seems like you’ve been sitting there for hours lost in thought, when Taehyung appears on the dock and walks up towards you.

“Are you ready to head back to the mainland? We can start putting your luggage aboard.” He smiles and grabs your heaviest suitcase; you stand and follow behind him. You both sit once you’re aboard the boat.

“We have to wait for Jimin and Talia, he has to grab some supplies, I have to head to the postal station, and Talia will escort you to the airpo-” You are both disrupted by someone yelling your name.

You look over the side of the boat to see Jin, running full speed down the docks towards the boat. You stand up, making eye contact with him as he yells your name again.

“Jin? What are you doing?”

“Y/N, come down off that boat!”

You sigh, nervous about what he has to say. This was exactly what you were hoping to avoid, because you know he has found a way into your heart; he’s the only one with the ability to get you to stay. You approach him quickly, jogging slightly to reach where he’s bent over with his hands on his knees, catching his breath.

“Jin? Is everything ok--”

He begins speaking so rapidly, and his run along the length of the docks isn’t helping.

“I can’t believe you weren’t even going to say goodbye, you left before I woke up, I thought maybe you needed to go shower and change clothes. When you didn’t stop by the restaurant, I thought maybe you were still sleeping. Then Jimin tells me that Talia said you were leaving today? Why? I thought last night was something special?” Tears begin to form in his eyes, and he looks away.

Seeing him like that, watching as he is vulnerable with you, shatters part of the wall you had haphazardly attempted to build back up this morning when you left him. You offer him a piece of your long shattered heart, hoping to ease his pain, in hopes to help him understand why you can’t stay.

“Jin, I… It’s best if I go now. I-I’m scared here. I’m afraid that I will begin to love it here, begin to love you, begin to picture my future here, and then everything will fall apart, like it always does. Nothing good ever stays for me, it comes and goes, and I’d rather not risk hurting again.” You begin crying, tears streaming down your face.

“That’s just selfish!” He yells, his emotions taking over him. “Life is about taking risks! You don't think I'm afraid of what can happen? What this could lead to? I'm afraid everyday, but I'm not going to let that stop me from possibly being with the woman I'll spend the rest of my life with!"

He drops his head, feeling defeated, because he gave himself to you. He starts walking away, then pauses to turn around and walks back towards you to say one last thing.

“Just know Y/N, that you’re the one causing the hurt right now. Everything is fine. Leaving before it MAYBE gets bad? Yes, you might be saving yourself from hurt in the future, but you don’t know that. What you ARE doing is preventing your own self from being happy right now. Right now is what matters. It’s all we’re guaranteed in this life. I want my right now to have you in it… but I also want you to be happy. So if this is what will make you happy, then I guess this is goodbye.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, stooping slightly because of the height difference, and he buries his face in your neck, taking a deep breath in to remember the way your perfume smells; God knows he hopes it lingers on the pillows in his bungalow. You hug him back fiercely, your heart breaking when he releases you and steps away, quickly walking back to the shoreline. He’s made it several yards when you realize the truth in his words.

You are breaking your own heart right now, breaking his heart along with it, for no reason other than fear of the future. And he’s done nothing to make you think that the future he’s suggesting is going to end, in fact, if you step back onto that boat to leave, you’re the one who is making sure that a future never even gets a chance.

"SEOKJIN-AH!!!" You yell as loud as you can. He stops but doesn't turn around.

"I like you a lot," you say loudly as you start walking towards him, "but I've felt abandonment and hurt in my life, and I don't want to feel that again."

You're standing directly behind him now and he turns around to look down into your eyes, cupping your face in his large hands.

"I can't promise what the future holds, but I know that even if we decide we shouldn't be together,” he says softly, “I'll never abandon you. Last night I let down my walls, I let you see a side of me that’s vulnerable, I let you have me in a way most people haven’t, does that mean nothing to you?"

You stand there, your tears streaming down your face and pooling into his hands.

"Seokjin-ah? P-please don't hurt me.." Your emotions take over, the cry from deep within you that has needed to be released finally comes out. He pulls you to him, rubbing your hair.

"If you stay, I will do my best to make you happy, you just have to trust me as I'll trust you with my heart also."

You nod against his chest, unable to speak, but your actions show him that you agree to stay, and even more, that you agree to trust him with your heart. You silently vow to do your best to make him happy as well, just as he will for you.

Jimin and Talia, who were both standing right there watching as you and Jin had this heartfelt conversation, both join in on the hug, crying with you both. Taehyung brings your luggage back from the boat, smiles at you and gives you a hug before Jimin hands Jin the keys to the golf cart and the three of them leave you to get on the boat to complete their errands for the day.

"I know what you need," Jin says with a smile.

"A good home-cooked meal?" you say with a smile that matches his own.

Jin drives with your hand interlocked with his towards his bungalow, neither of you knowing what the future holds, but knowing that your life is starting today.

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twistinghearts · 4 years

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‘Not a Request’ Part 2

Since I have been writing this as gender-neutral as possible the paragraph that applies to ‘female’ only characters is in brackets and can be skipped if so wished. I just thought it was funny. Also note that the cut is there imply to shorten the post on the dash, it doesn’t signify spicy things staring to happen, that’s next chapter c;

Thank you for reading!! Part 1 || Part 3

Translations: au revoir = goodbye | souris = mouse | bonne nuit = good night

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You were lead inside the castle dorm you had been working in front of, down many hallways and up many staircases. It was a beautiful building; gold and white decorations with hints of purple. Everything was very regal, and orderly. “Beautiful, non?” Rook commented as he noticed you looking around in awe. “Admiring something does not mean your mouth needs to hang open like a codfish.” Vil scolded, without even looking at you. You closed your mouth as soon as it was pointed out.

Eventually you reached a bedroom that was just as extravagant as the halls that lead you here.

“Don’t touch anything, and don’t sit on anything.” Vil ordered you before turning to his dorm mates. They began to chat as you headed over to look out the large window. You were so high up... you could practically see the entire east side of the campus from here. It was a beautiful view, but also a bit unsettling as it seemed you were so far away from everything. Rook’s voice broke you from your thoughts. “Au revoir petite souris~” “Do your best~” Epel waved, before they both left.

“They’re not staying?” You questioned, unsure if you felt better or worse being left alone with Vil.

“They have other things to attend to, they’ll return later.” Vil locked the door before heading through a curtained doorway on the opposite side of the room. “Take off your clothes.”

You froze at the request, afraid of saying no, but not eager to undress in front of him. Then again with the way things had been going he likely wasn’t going to let it be a choice.

He walked out and took note of you still standing full clothed, “Are you shy? There is no need to feel embarrassed, my physic is far superior to yours there is no need to compare.” He disappeared again and you heard the sounds of running water. Was he drawing you a bath? If that was a bathroom maybe you could convince him that you should just undress in there. He wasn’t going to join you was he? What was this guy planning?

At the very least you took off your shoes, but that wasn’t enough. Vil reappeared clearly displeased at seeing you still fully clothed. “Honestly, what do you have against listening to people?” He marched over to you and grabbed your shirt and began to unbutton it. You wiggled trying to pull away but he ignored your movement only pulling you closer to him and strengthening his grip on your clothes.

[If your character has breasts] Vill made it three buttons down before noticing something different about what was underneath your shirt. “Oh~ Were you trying to hide these?” Your face started turning red. “There is still no reason to be embarrassed, they’re just another part of the body.” Yet he held a koi smirk. ]

“Can’t I just undress in there? It’s not like you were going to join me right?” You asked, a bit afraid of his response to the second question. With a sigh Vil seemed to agreed, letting go and stepping back. “Fine. If you’re so insistent on keeping private for now... Just set your clothes outside the door so I can send them to the wash.” His arms crossed. “I assumed you’d be capable of bathing by yourself. Is that correct? I’ve laid out everything for you to use.” He raised one finger to the side of his lips. “Do a thorough job or I will join you and clean you myself.”

“Y-yes. Thank you.” You gave a nod and disappeared into the other room. You weren’t sure why you had thanked him. You didn’t want to come here, he tried to undress you and was consistently belittling you, but none of the other dorms had ever taken this much interest in you. Whether he knew it or not a hot bath was pretty luxurious to you right now considering Ramshackle’s iffy state, so it was still a nice gesture. Maybe he was trying to pamper you and just had a bit of a forceful personality, you hadn’t exactly been the nicest or cooperative since meeting him. After your bath you’d try and be more reasonable, so long as it seemed he was doing the same

You weren’t bothered as you took time to clean yourself with all kinds of nice smelling products that left you feeling soft and refreshed. Finally once you were all finished, and starting to get a little pruney you forced yourself out of the tub, knowing you couldn’t avoid Vil forever. But now that you were clean what were you going to wear? You couldn’t go back to the dirty clothes, and there was no way they were clean yet.

“Vil?” You poked your head out from behind the bathroom curtain, “I’m done.” Before you could even ask your question you spotted a robe laid across the bed.

“Put that on. I’m not looking.” He answered from his desk not even turning his head. You quickly slipped out and grabbed the robe before slinking back into the bathroom to put it on.

Once you felt secure in the robe you walked back out into the main room. “I’m dressed.” You stated, unsure of what to do now.

“Are you feeling better? Calmed down?” Vil asked setting down his pen and heading over to you. You noticed he had changed into a robe of his own; it looked quite elegant on him. Your eyebrow twitched. Seriously? He went straight to being patronizing? But you told yourself that you would try and be less aggressive. “Yes... It was nice to relax.”

Your eyes followed him as he circled you, examining you like a predator. “Yes, this is much better. Now the fun part begins.” He gently took both your hands and led you over to take a seat at his vanity. “Sit up straight, and try to relax.” He picked up a hair brush, and began running it through your hair. His touch was gentle and the accompanied feeling of the brush was really nice. Despite his harsh words, he couldn’t really be all that bad if he was treating you like this could he?

After a while of silence he began asking you questions. Wondering about how you had come here, what would do if you were a student, and if you liked anything about working at the school. He asked about your interests, and your home world. Of course he gave his comments and opinions on everything but when you talked it felt like he was really listening. It was nice to vent about everything you had been going through and get sympathy, not just brushed off like with the headmaster. Time slipped away as you two chatted and he dolled you up, styling your hair and face. The stars were just starting come out when he spritzed you with a final setting spray.

“Finished~” Vil stepped out of your way so you could look into the mirror. It was a bit shocking actually. You almost didn’t recognize yourself. You looked the same but so much better, like the face you always want to see yourself with. “Vil... this is...” You were at a loss for words.

“I just brought out the beauty that was in you all along.”

“Thank you.” You turned around and gave him a hug. “There there.” He gently pat your head and pushed you off. It was a bit endearing that you were so happy you were crying but the tears would get on his robe if he let you do that, gross. “Don’t ruin it before I get to take pictures.” He pulled out his phone and began to photograph you, telling you expressions to make and which angle to turn your head and such. Nothing strange was ever spoken, but something about Vil’s expression soured as the photo shoot went on.

“Hou la la~ You have outdone yourself this time! You can ‘ardly recognize the sourie now.”

“I knew it would be a transformation but will all this they’re fairer than-” Epel silenced himself before finishing the statement, but the meaning had already registered with Vil. “Forgive me. I’m still working on making my comments more eloquent.”

Rooke interjected again before the tension set in too heavily. “I’m envious, truly, you are so fortunate to be so precious to Vil. I take it you will be eating together tonight? I shall bring up dinner then.”

“Actually I should be leaving soon, so you don’t need to change your plans for me. I’ll just get something at the cafeteria.” You were ignored and the two left as quickly as they arrived.

“It’s not a request.” Vil stated. He seemed colder again, like how he was when you were being rude to him. “How dare you even bring up the idea of the cafeteria, their food is too unhealthy. The food Rooke prepares tastes fresher and is better for you. It’s especially important for you considering the size of your pores. Besides, it gives me a chance to admire you longer.” His fingers gently brushed along your cheek. He gazed at you for a long moment, and seemed to soften once again. Maybe it was just the food thing that annoyed him? Food was needed anyway so why not stay since it really wasn’t so bad here. Eventually you gave a nod. “Alright, I’ll stay for dinner.”

While you waited, you now talked about fashion. He asked you what clothes you liked to wear, what colors, types of shoes and things like that. He, of course mentioned what he thought you would look best in. You both lamented about how there were not enough opportunities to wear more unique outfits at the school. “An outfit should never be the focus. Your clothes are the frame and you are the art.”

This time you heard a soft knock before Rooke entered, pushing a tea cart. Epel wasn’t with him this time. “Dinner is served.” He lifted the platter topper to reveal two serving of some mixed vegetable looking thing. It smelled alright, but didn’t seem to have much seasoning. However it would be rude not to give it a try. “I will see you again in the morning, bonne nuit sourie~” Rook blew you a kiss before leaving. If you had been listening, you would have heard the lock on the door click closed behind him.

However you were a little more distracted by his words. See you in the morning? What did that mean? Was he going to show up at your dorm in the morning? There would be no real reason for that considering you didn’t have classes to go too and he wasn’t the type to help you with Crowley’s tasks. Could he have meant it as thinking you were staying? That wasn’t-

“Are you worried it’s poisoned?” Vil teased, pulling you back to reality. “You’ve been staring at your food far too long. I’d rather you be staring at me. Go on, eat. Or do you need me to feed you?”

“Huh?” You had been so lost in your thoughts that you weren’t quite able to process what Vil said. And now suddenly he was leaning over you, one hand on the back of the chair behind you the other holding a fork full of food too your lips. “Come now darling, try a bite.” You weren’t sure if it was the smell of the food or the way he called you darling but your stomach began to twist. Still, you ate the bite he held for you. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be, but far from the best thing you’ve ever had.

Once you swallowed, Vil gave a small smile and sat back down, returning to his own meal. To make small talk you asked about Rook and Epel, considering you learned a lot about Vil himself in earlier conversations. Vil gave a slight sigh before answering, as if he was displeased you would ask about his friends rather than him but he still answered. You made sure to finish your plate before Vil so you had the opportunity to bring up leaving before he forced more activities on you.

“Dinner was interesting; it’s been a while since I’ve eaten with someone else.” And not been bothered during the meal either, “But it’s late and I really need to be going, could I return this robe to you tomorrow?”

“Darling, where ever did you get the idea that you could leave?” Vil looked up at you, his cheek resting on his hand as casual as could be, “And why would you want to?”

“It…” It should be a given that you could leave but looking back it was never mentioned that this was a visit. It’s not like you were invited over either, more so dragged here like a prisoner.

“Why would you even want to leave? You said yourself, no one at this school has been nice to you, or even cared whether you exist or not. Why go back to rotting out there when you could be appreciated in here?” He moved over to you, “Haven’t we treated you well today?”

You flinched a little when his hand moved towards your cheek, though his touch was eerily soft. He wasn’t wrong… It made your stomach twist tighter to know he actually might have had a point. “I want to leave.” You were in the process of stepping back when his hand firmly grabbed your jaw and pulled you back.

“Why do you keep insisting that these things I tell you are optional? It’s not a request, it is an order. You’re not leaving.”

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illumose · 5 years

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BTS reaction : when they say something they end up regretting [ part 2 ]

genre : angst and fluff, it depends on the member

requested by : a lot of people ✨

author’s note : thank you for reading and the feedback, I appreciate it a lot xx [ part one, must be read in order to understand ]

seokjin •

Seokjin asked himself why he said those horrible words to you. He wondered how he could invalidate your feelings and have no consideration towards your person. Yes, it was his job to be nice with fans, but you were his significant other. The person he wanted to marry, to have kids with. Yet, he managed to fuck up so badly that you avoided him at all costs. It has been three days, three days of silence and quietness that he could no longer bear. He missed your laugh, he missed you. He heard you cry at night and it broke his heart. He felt so guilty, he felt like an asshole.

"Y/n, honey. I’m terribly sorry, I’ve been such an ass with you. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, you had all the reasons to be upset," He started, sitting next to you on the couch. "I can’t quite understand why I reacted in an aggressive way when you only voiced your concerns and feelings. I bed your pardon, my love. It will never happen again, I promise you."

You looked at him, he was wallowing in guilt and sadness. In spite of what he did, you did not want him to be sad nor sorrowful. "You used my fears against me, it’s not fair."

"I know, and I’m sorry. I can’t bear to be without you. You’re my universe, please, give a chance to make it up to you," He pleaded, his eyes lighting up when you snuggled into his chest.

"One chance, that’s all. Don’t waste it," You warned him as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

yoongi •

Like you asked him to, he moved back to the dorm. Yoongi regretted his words, however, he was too proud to make the first step to apologize. He had believed that with time, you would have calmed down and you would forgive him. Well, his little plan did not work. He took you for granted too many times, and you were not going to let him treat you like trash. You ignored his calls, his texts.

He was now in front of your front door, knocking and screaming like a mad man for you to open the door. He began to realize what he was slowly loosing. You, the person he loved and cherished the most. He could not let it occur.

"I have plenty of time, Y/n. I can stay here all night. I just wanna talk to you," He explained, his ear against the door. He was trying to know if you were behind the door. You sighed, tired of his bullshit. You knew he could be stubborn.

You opened the door, much to his surprise. He had a bouquet of flowers in the hands, an apologetic smile on the lips, and dark circles under the eyes. He must have exhausted himself in his stupid studio.

"You look terrible," You said, bitterly. You let him enter your apartment, but you did not sit on the couch.

"It’s because I need you. I know I said the opposite, but I was just irritated because of work. I know it’s no excuses. You’re the one who keeps me sane, without you, I would die," He explained, with sincerity.

"Prove that you won’t do it again, and I might consider giving you a second chance. Otherwise, it’s over between us."

hoseok •

Jimin followed you after you stormed out of the practice room. He felt sorry for you, and wanted to comfort you. "Y/n, don’t take his criticism to heart, he’s moody," He tried to reassure you, speeding up to keep up with your fast pace.

"It does not give him the right to be hurtful and mean towards me, not when I’ve been here for him for so long. I asked him to teach me, not to judge me. I’m tired of being comprehensive and understanding with people," You claimed, eyes filled with tears. This time, you won’t forgive him. He often snapped at you for no reasons, and you grew tired of feeling sad. "I won’t leat anyone bring me down, not even him. I love him, but I love myself more," You finished, flashing Jimin a smile.

"You’re only debuting, and from what I’ve seen, you clearly succeeded more than any other beginner. If you want to, I can teach you," He suggested, knowing that Hoseok was wrong.

"I’d like to," You replied, hugging Jimin to thank here. "I’m going to go back home, tell Hoseok that he can pick up his stuff. I don’t want to live with someone who disrespects me."

As much as you loved Hoseok, he crossed the line. You would never forget his cruel criticisms, you needed to end this relationship which quickly grew toxic. It was not the first time he made hurtful comments, but it was for sure the last time.

"Be careful on your way back home. If you need anything, text me. I’ll be here in a minute," The blond-haired boy told you, earning a laugh from you. He was Hoseok’s friend, but also yours.

namjoon •

The moment you closed the bedroom’s door, Namjoon understood that he slowly destroyed the love you two shared. His behavior towards you was toxic, it consumed your happiness. He promised you to never break your heart, however, he broke his promise.

Being tired was not an excuse to be an asshole, he knew it. He called you a ‘pain in the ass’, something he said, out of his mind, without thinking. Of course you weren’t one. He messed up, and he did not know if he could make it up to you.

After a few hours of being locked in the bedroom, you decided to confront your boyfriend, well future ex-boyfriend. "Namjoon, can we talk?" You asked, finding him sitting in front of the door with puffy eyes. He nodded, following you in the living room. It hurt you to see his saddened expression. Nonetheless, he was responsible for his own pain.

"I’m—"

"I know. You’re sorry, you did not mean it. It’s like the past few weeks, you mess up and then you apologize, thinking I’m going to forget and forgive. Do I look like a punching-ball? I’m not. I refuse to be one. That’s why we must end it before it gets worse," You stated, seriously. "I love you, and I will forever do. However, you crossed the line. You took me for granted, and treated me like garbage. You cannot expect me to stay in a relationship in which I feel more hated than loved. I’ll be moving out in the following week, Namjoon," You went on saying, flashing him a sympathic smile, supposed to comfort him.

He sobbed, realizing that he destroyed everything. He was the main reason behing the break up, and he wouldn’t forgive himself.

jimin •

You two were currently on no speaking terms. You avoided him, and he avoided you. He did not know what to say, and thought that he would only make it worse. He knew it was not your fault if you had missed the date, your boss did not give you the choice.

A knock on the door pulled him out from his daydream. "I need to shower." You stated, coldly. His childish attitude irritated you, even more when it was unfair. He unlocked the door, letting you in. You did not acknowledge him, and walked past him, undressing yourself.

He watched as you got into the shower, thinking about the words he pronounced yesterday. I did not make the mistake to propose to you. He scoffed at this untrue statement, he was acting like a prick. All he wanted was to see you walk down the aisle, and now, his dream was compromised by his shitty actions.

"Y/n, love. I did not mean everything I told you yesterday." He said, joining you despite your small mumbles of complaint. "I don’t know what has gotten into me. I guess I was pissed off because I wanted to use this date as a way to propose to you. I felt upset when you couldn’t come, so I snapped at you."

You reached out for the shampoo, feeling your heart warm at his words. He wanted you to be his significant other for life, which was a huge commitment. "I guess I can forgive you, even though I shouldn’t," You responded with a smirk on the lips. He kissed you as your hands were wrapped around his neck.

taehyung •

"C’mon, I apologized. You’re not actually going to break up with me because of small argument, are you?" Taehyung frowned, confused as to why you were still not talking to him nor forgiving him.

"Are you deaf? Do I need to repeat this again in order for you to understand? It’s over between us, Taehyung. You’ve been such a prick for the past few days. I can’t believe you’re still here thinking you can make it up. I’m tired of your excuses, I’m tired of you. I’ve supported this attitude for too long, now, I’m ending it. You and me, it’s not possible. I deserve way better than you," You smirked, watching as he was being hit by realization. "I don’t why you’re behaving like this, but you should figure out the reason before your friends actually give up on you."

"Is it really over?"

"Yes. No second chance because you already got four. No making it up, no marriage counselling. See this as an omen, you’ll be able to find someone perfect who doesn’t mess everything," You laughed out loud, feeling relieved.

Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears. Why did he have to be mean? He should have been encouraging. He failed miserably his job of boyfriend.

"I wish you the best, Taehyung. I truly do, even if our relationship ends badly."

With that, the two of you never talked again. It was over, even if Taehyung still loved you.

jungkook •

A mess, it was the best word to describe Jungkook right now. Without you, he was miserable. He tried to reach out for you, but you avoided all his calls.

"Please, hear me out, babe," He begged you, following you like a lost puppy. You just got out of work, and he was in front of your workplace, waiting patiently for you. His voice was full of despair.

"I‘m giving you the space you asked for," You replied, ignoring his soft gaze. His words caused you sorrow. It was particularly harsh, and aimless. "Stop following me."

"No. I won’t stop until you let me apologize properly," He declared, speeding up when you tried to lose him in the crowd. "You’re not uptight, you’re far from uptight. You’re generous, kind and loving. You’re the most amazing soul I’ve ever got to meet. Perhaps you deserve better than me, a man who cannot think before thinking. I’m sorry. I love you deeply, Y/n."

Jungkook reached out for your hand, and for the first time, you did not try to reject his affection.

"I cannot express how sorry I am. You’re my lover, not my mother. I don’t want space, I want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved," He confessed, his body getting closer to yours. "It won’t happen again, I promise. Don’t dump my ass, please," He implored, and you finally gave in. You planted a kiss on his lips.

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dyaz-stories · 6 years

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Ok so I have one for you! But I am stuck between, “Is that my shirt?” , “I really really like you” and “l want to marry you” Please send help! Lol 😂 InuKag obvi!! ❤️❤️

Oh my God I’m sorry this took so long? I don’t know I just haven’t been good at… writing… recently ;-; Thank you for sending this in and I hope you’ll enjoy! You get two for one ;)

College AU with some Mirsan on the side eheh.

Word count: 2,431

“I’msosorry, Miroku, this won’t happen again I promise…”

Kagome’sbest friend gave her his usual disarming smile, the one that made theladies swoon, and raised his hands in a calming gesture. “Noworries, Kags, you know I never mind having you here. Get in theshower, I’ll go grab you something to wear.”

Kagomenodded thankfully and took off her jacket, shivering. She mumbled anapology for the trail of water that she was leaving behind her, butMiroku didn’t exactly pay attention to it. Getting undressedquickly in his bathroom, she stepped in the shower and gratefullyopened the hot water, which flowed on her cold skin, finally fillingher with the warmth she had been craving for the past half hour.

Itwas a stupid mistake, really — she had forgotten her keys and herroommate wasn’t in town for the week-end, so she’d figured thatMiroku was the best choice, and she had walked to his place, in thecold, pouring rain. Once heat came back to her body, though, shealmost immediately found herself filled with doubts.

Noneof them had anything to do with Miroku. She had known him for…forever it seemed, and they always managed to have fun when they weretogether, as long as they weren’t talking conquests, because Kagomedidn’t always appreciate Miroku’s attitude towards women.

No,it had to with… Erm… Miroku’s roommate.

Inuyasha.

Himand Kagome had met quite a few times before. The first one had been… Ithad been bad.He had barely talked to her, just staring at her with a scowl, andhad walked away the second he’d had the chance. Miroku had laterlet her know that she looked alotlike his recent ex, who was his high-school sweetheart — things hadended poorly apparently.

Kagomewas willing to agree that it sucked, but shehadn’t done anything to him and just because he had the loveliestpuppy ears she had ever seen didn’t mean she was going to standbeing put in such a situation.

Sincethen, her relation with Inuyasha had been… weird. He had actuallybeen a lot more decent the second time they’d met, but then it washerturn to be annoyed at him. At least though, they had talkd this time.Mostly yelled, perhaps, but that was a conversation. Somewhat.

Ifit had only been that, though, Kagome wouldn’t have cared too muchabout being here. She was more than capable of ignoring assholes,thank you very much.

Theproblem with Inuyasha was precisely that he wasn’t an asshole.

Well,he wasn’t justan asshole anyway.

She’dran into him while she was with another close friend of hers,Jinenji, one of the kindest persons she knew. She didn’t know whohad been the most surprised to find out they were both friends withhim. She’d found out afterwards that Inuyasha had protected Jinenjifrom humans bullies at some point. This was the first time she lookedat him differently.

Afterthat, she’d started… noticing him a lot more. Noticing his goldeneyes, his long eyelashes, the way he put his long, silver-hair in amessy pony-tail most of the time and how it revealed his muscularshoulders and…

Andthey still fought a lot, actually, but things weren’t quite thesame.

Kagomewasn’t stupid, she knew what the whole thing was.

Thatwas exactly what made it terrifying.

Witha sigh, she walked out of the shower, slipping inside the clothesMiroku had prepared for her. She was grateful he’d preferred hisown clothes over those of the girls who often spent the night here,leaving them behind.

“Hey,”she called out as she walked into the living-room, “I waswondering… whatareyou doing?”

“Hm?Oh, I’m going out,” Miroku answered, putting on his coat. “Ihave a date tonight.”

“Butyou can’t…”

“Don’tworry, I’ll make sure we go to her place,” he said with a wink.

“Miroku—”

“Havefun Kags!”

Thedoor slammed behind him. She ran in the corridor, and discovered witha hiss that, despite his cool attitude, Miroku had chosen not tolinger around her, knowing fullwellthat she wouldn’t be happy, and was already running down thestairs.

Sheconsidered leaving, as she really, really did not want to be aroundInuyasha, but the simple thought of going back out in the rain madeher shake her head, and with a defeated sigh, she went back into theapartment.

Atthe bottom of the stairs, Miroku let out a relieved sigh and got hisphone out.

‘Itworked.’

Then,an evil laugh escaped his lips. The ‘get ‘em together’ plan was going just fine.

Inuyashaeffortlessly climbed the stairs up to the apartment he shared withMiroku. His friend had warned him that he would be out by the time hearrived, and he couldn’t say he’d mind having some time alone.The week had been pretty fucking shitty — and it had nothing to dowith the fact that he was disappointed he hadn’t run into Kagomesince last Friday, nothing at all.

Heunlocked the door and stepped in, dropping his bag near the door. Hisear flicked when he heard footsteps in the apartment and he tensed,immediately getting ready to attack.

That’swhen Kagome entered his vision-field, looking all hesitant, swayingfrom one feet to another.

Hisbrain stopped working.

“Kag—What— Isthat my shirt?”

Hesaw her eyes widen as she looked down at the oversized, rather simpleblack shirt, and he noticed her frowning. He felt as though an icyhand had squeezed his heart. Was she mad…?

“Mirokugave it to me,” she said. “If you mind I can just go borrow oneof his, I—”

“No,it’s okay,” he replied, practically growling just at the thoughtof her in someone else’s clothes.

Miroku.That bastard. Wasn’t hethe one who had walked to him enthusiastically after one of hisdemonic studies class just one fucking week ago to tell him all abouthow dog-demons were so focused on scent that they felt territorialwhen it came to it? There was no way this was a coincidence. He wasgoing to murderhim.

Thatbeing said, he admitted to himself, he was kinda grateful for theview. She seemed to be wearing just shorts, which he expected werealso his, under the shirt. While it didn’t exactly underline hercurves, it left a lot to imagination, and still showing off her longlegs. Her hair were wet and pulled to one size of her head, lettingsmall droplets run on her neck and then underneath the shirt and to…

Hecleared his throat. Shit. He was staring.

“Whatare ya doing here?”

Hecursed himself silently when he noticed her wincing and looking awayin embarrassment. That had came out a lot more agressive than he’dmeant to. You could say it was pretty common for him, but he usuallywantedto come off as agressive.

“Longstory short, I forgot my keys this morning and Sango’s out of town,so I came here and Miroku let me in. I didn’t expect him to leaveme here though…”

Shesounded a bit resentful, and once more, Inuyasha felt the cold handaround his heart. Did she not want to be left here alone withhim?

“Areyou hungry?” he asked, trying to shake off the unpleasant feeling.His voice still sounded more gruff than he wanted it to but oh well,at least he was saying something nice.

“Iam,” Kagome answered, following him in the kitchen. “Do you needany help to cook something?”

Inuyashacouldn’t help the amused smirk that made its way on his lips. “Ithink I can prepare ramen just fine.”

Kagomerose an eyebrow, which he guessed was full of judgement, but hesimply glared at her, daring her to say anything. She didn’t,simply rolling her eyes and mumbling something like “Boys”.

Hejoined her in the living-room a few moments later with two steamingramen cups. The second he’d handed her hers, she was gulping itdown with an appetite that could rival his own — and he was ademon, so that was saying something.

Hesat down on the couch next to her, and maybe he moved to be a littlecloser than needed. She didn’t seem to notice, even though herknee, as she was sitting cross-legged, brushed against his thigh.

“Didn’tanyone feed you today?”

Kagomelooked up just enough for him to see her roll her eyes. “I’m justhungry.It happens to humans too, you know.”

Theamusement in her voice was obvious despite her annoyed act, andInuyasha felt a now familiar warmth spread in his chest, dissipatingthe previous cold. Their banter had become that friendly fairlyrecently, and it was unusual for him, to say the least. Miroku teasedhim, but it wasn’t all that reciprocal, and usually there was more…aggressiveness in his interactions with people. Even with his ex —Kikyo — things tended to be cold, if not downrightpassive-agressive.

“So,how was your day?” she asked casually between a few slurps ofmuch-needed ramen.

Hescoffed. “We’re doing small talk now?”

“Depends.Did something actually happen?”

Andthen, he had no idea why, but he actuallystarted telling her about that asshole of a wolf-demon who got on hisnerves, and about the phone-call with his brother that had reallymade his day shittier, and how he’d run into an old fox-demonfriend of his and he hadn’t been that mad anymore. Not only that,but Kagome was actually listening. It wasn’t about filling anawkward silence while they were eating. She responded to him, laughedwhen he got mad and started cursing, and even rested a comfortinghand on his arm when he mentioned his brother.

Hedid kinda snap and tell her he didn’t need her pity then, but she’djust shaken her head and told him that ‘it wasn’t about pity’.

Andher hand had stayed there. It was a bit warm from holding the ramencup, and her skin was smooth and soft.

Itfelt nice.

Whenhe stopped talking, he felt a bit ashamed for just how much he’djust shared with her. Part of him wanted to take it back, anotherpart feared that she would use it against him — it certainlywouldn’t be the first time.

Instead,she said “you really look like you need a hug.”

Hewould absolutely have protested if she hadn’t simply moved towardshim, wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him against hers, sothat his head rested in the crook of her neck.

Hedidn’t know what to process first. That she’d even donethat, or how warmshe was, or just how fucking goodshe smelled. Not just that, but the mix of his smell with hers, dueto her wearing his clothes, had even more of an effect on him. It wasabsolutely intoxicating.

Almostagainst his will, his arms moved to circle her waist, and he closedhis eyes, letting her warmth fill him.

Justfor a few seconds.

Ormaybe a few seconds more.

Finally,since she wasn’t letting go, he did, and she released her hold onhim as he carefully pulled away, his eyes immediately searching forhers.

Kagomewas just as confused as he was. Hugs weren’t a big deal for her,and she certainly hadn’t meant that one to be any different fromthe ones she gave to Sango or Miroku. But it wasdifferent. She didn’t know where this was going to lead.

Andthen, Inuyasha’s eyes stop looking into hers, moving down to herlips.

Hewas moving closer to her now, his eyes focused on her slightly partedlips, unable to think about anything except for her body stillslightly pressed against his, with one of his hands resting on herwaist, and the intoxicating smell coming from her. He wanted to kissher. He neededto. Now.

“Wait.”

Hefroze instantly. His eyes went wide with fear of rejection, butmostly, fear of mockery. He knewthat if Kagome didn’t want him, it wouldn’t be because of hisblood, but he couldn’t help but thinkabout it. Her hand fisted his shirt, keeping him from putting morespace between them.

“It’sjust I… I really, really like you, Inuyasha,” she mumbled, and herealized that shefeared his rejection. “I want to make sure we’re… You know…On the same page.”

Ifhe could have, he would have teased her sofucking hardfor that. Maybe he would, later, or maybe he’d tell her how he’dnever have dared to dream for a taste of her lips, let alone arelationship. Now though, he was too overwhelmed for that.

Silently,he lifted her chin and kissed her intensely, his tongue sliding inher mouth and his fangs grazing softly against her lips. She seemedto melt in his arms, leaving her half-laying on top of him,breathless, her eyes shining with desire when he pulled away.

Hesmiled. It was half a smirk, half the sincerest expression ofhappiness she had ever seen on his face.

“Don’tworry. I really, really like ya too.”

“Doyou think they’re okay?” Sango asked.

Mirokuyawned and looked down at the young woman whose head was resting onhis chest while her fingers lazily traced circles on the arm he keptaround her.

“Ihope so. It would be really annoying if we had gone through all thatfor them notto finally…”

Sheslapped his arm lightly. “There’s no need to be gross,Miroku.” There was another silence during which Miroku’s smilesimply widened. He absolutely loved that woman. “But do you thinkthey will be mad at us?”

“Youmean, because you stole Kagome’s keys and I gave her Inuyasha’sclothes and we did that on a day we knew it would be raining? Ofcourse not.”

“Ithink you’re being a bit optimistic.”

“Mydear Sango, they’re each other’s one true love. They’d betterbe happy.”

“Ormaybe we could just never tell them we had anything to do with it.”

Therewas a silence, during which Miroku imagined exactly what the(hopefully) new couple would do to him if they ever found out. Heswallowed.

“Yeah.We could do that.”

Saw people on Discord saying Inuyasha needed a hug… And I agreed.

#inuyasha #kagome #kagome higurashi #inukag #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha au #prompt #ask #fluff #my writing

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Darksiders: Arthurian Tales

Chapter 2: Part 2

Death woke to hear the sounds of muffled voices. With a massive headache, he looked around slowly. Surveying what little he could see currently. It wasn't much to look at really, just a simple cell. He could feel his arms, somewhat asleep, had been chained above his head. The shackles were connected together by a small chain, and through the wall were heavier chains holding his arms in place. He heard the voices again, only to start hearing screams of agony as well. He paid it no heed, not even as the screams lowered in volume as they slowly ceased. Heavy footsteps soon approached the cell door, and a slit was slid open.

"Oi. You awake in there yet?" A gruff voice asks from beyond the door.

"I am. What of it?" Death said simply.

"Good. The King would see you now."

The door open with a loud creaking of the metal, and King Uther came into the room with a few guardsmen. Death found himself disgusted by a certain scent in the air. He couldn't quite tell what it was, but it reminded him of Lilith. Naturally it pissed him off when he realized that much. Uther then grabs a heavy mace and asks Death,

"Where has your brother gone?"

Death remained silent, refusing to say a word. The mace was swung just enough to barely touch him as a warning. Not that Death cared, as he did not flinch.

"Has he gone for reinforcements from your Council? To your siblings perhaps? WHERE IS HE?"

Death looks up briefly and says, "You're no King or Master of mine. Your laws mean little to me. I will not bow to you, nor will I bend to your will."

Uther's eyes bulged in flaring anger, the mace was then swung again. This time hitting Death's side. He only grew angrier when the elder Horsemen made no sound to indicate pain.

"Either you tell me what I want to know, or I can beat the information from your body." He growls in fury.

Death only chuckles, "You're welcome to keep at it. If you think it will change anything."

Death then felt another hit from the mace to his other side. Then to his leg, his arms, chest, face. Anywhere Uther could hit him, he swung. After what felt like hours, Death glanced up to see Uther had stopped. Catching his breath as he wiped sweat from his brow. Death hadn't even broken a sweat in the meantime. Sure the dull spikes did manage to cut his skin, but beyond the occasional small splatter of blood, there was precious little evidence of Uther's work. If Death had been injured, he honestly couldn't tell. He men couldn't see much of a difference either, as Death cocked his head without any hitch or pain.

"Finished already?" Death asks mockingly.

Uther only growls before saying to him, "For now I shall retire. Clearly I underestimated you heavily. Brute force will not be enough. So I shall reconsider my offensive before my next visit."

Uther then walked away with his guards behind him. The door shut once again, and Death was left with his thoughts. Course while the mace had done precious little to him, his arms being above his head had begun to be an issue. A bit dazed from the circulation problem he lifted his leg over his head until he was upside-down. Not a comfortable position for most people, but Death's flexibility was nearly unmatched. He began to contort his body to try and reach the innocent looking hairpin that still remained in his hair despite the bashing from the mace. Eventually he was able to grab it and allowed his body to lower back down. He shook off the vertigo as best he could while working to unlock the cuffs. One hand then finally both were free. Death landed somewhat gracefully onto the ground and remained there for a moment to regain himself. Now that circulation was back to normal in his arms, it didn't take very long at all. Course he could hear footsteps approaching, and quickly turned the hairpin into a small knife. However he was surprised to hear a familiar female voice behind it.

"Let me inside the cell."

"Milady you're surely..."

"Did I stutter? Open this door now."

"Yes Ma'am."

Death lowered the knife, which was actually Harvester in another form. The door then opened to reveal Morgen standing there. She stepped inside and shut the door behind her, even chanting a spell that shielded the door with something.

"What's that for?" Death asks her curiously.

"I could ask the same about your knife. But if you must know, it's a spell for soundproofing doors." Morgen says simply.

"Ah. And the knife isn't for you, I was expecting someone else." Death says.

"I figured as much. I brought food if you're hungry. And some balms and such if you need them." Morgen says.

"I've healed on my own, but the food I won't object to. Since you were nice enough to bring...." Death says before opening the the basket she'd brought.

Inside it was a small meal. A container still warm with a pleasant smelling soup, a fresh bread loaf perfect for dipping, and a canister of cool water.

"...a bit much isn't it?" Death asks her after examining everything, a bit shocked at the gesture.

"In my opinion, it's perfect. You'll need your strength for what's to come. So eat up and don't fret about the amount of food here." Morgen says with a smile.

Death takes her up on the offer, eating the meal she brought. He found the soup tasted just as nice as it smelled. The bread was soft but had a perfect crisp to it. Clearly the cook knew what they were doing. Then again, anyone cooking for royals should know fully well what they're doing anyway. Once he'd had his fill, he turned to Morgen,

"Tell your cooks they do great work. Just don't let that go to their heads."

"I'll be sure to pass on the word. Just make sure you rest well tonight." Morgen says warmly as her eyes seem to light up.

"I just might for once, despite the mess I'm in." Death says, hearing a soft laugh from her.

"Well goodnight to you." Morgen says before leaving the room.

Death considered saying the same, but chose not to in the end. But after a moment he facepalmed himself, realizing he hadn't exactly thanked her for the food. He could only hope his actions were enough to get the idea across to her. For now he lay down on the cot, the only light coming from the barred window. Morgen return the basket to the kitchen and told her head maid Mrs. Mina,

"He liked the meal."

"I told ye he would lass. Your cooking is always a delight. Especially since we taught ye all there's to know." Mina says kindly.

"You did, but he is Death after all." Morgen says.

"Yeah that's my big brother for ya. Intimidating as fuck with a smartass mouth. He give you a rough time? He can be a bit....'uncooperative' when pissed off." Strife says to her, having overheard the small conversation.

"He wasn't a problem at all. He enjoyed the food, though he was surprised by it. Death was actually quite calm when we spoke." Morgen says.

"He's not used to people being nice for the sake of it. Even Death is usually only 'nice' to get something in return. Not that he's a selfish prick or anything. He's an annoying prick, but not selfish. As for him being calm, Death probably already sees you as an ally. Or again he's just trying to make sure you don't backstab us or some shit because he was too aggressive or mean to ya." Strife says.

"I see. Well I trust it pleases you to know he's alright?" Morgen asks him.

"Yeah, it's definitely good to know he's not in any major trouble. Just let me know if any real bad shit goes down. I mean it too."

"Of course Strife....uh I mean..."

"Hey don't sweat it lady. I don't care if you say my name, neither does Death really. You can call me by my name if you wanna." Strife says casually.

"Very well then, Strife. Goodnight for now. And goodnight to you too Mina." Morgen says scurrying away in slight embarrassment.

She reaches her bedroom easily enough and begins to undress after locking her door. However, Morgen soon feels like she's being watched. She quickens her pace, getting her nightgown on and hurrying to bed. Despite her concern, Morgen eventually does fall asleep.

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Marlene Has Standards

A/N: This started as a joke and I ended up really liking the idea. Requests are coming. More chapters of Just Enough Time are coming. But the holidays really took a lot of motivation from me. But please don’t forget to check out my masterlist at any time and submit all you want~

Marlene McKinnon was not attracted to Sirius Black. It didn’t matter that he had showed up at Hogwarts on a motorcycle. She didn’t notice the new confidence he wore as he slung his leather jacket casually over his shoulder and shot her his signature smirk. The blonde witch could not care less that his arm were now littered with tattoos. She refused to acknowledge that when his grey eyes met her blue ones, her heart skipped a beat and her breathing hitched. The momentary warmth between her legs was easily ignored along with everything else as he sauntered past her. She was Marlene McKinnon and she had no room in her life for boys like Sirius Black. However, all this aside, it took Lily quite literally snapping her fingers in Marlene’s face for her to come back to reality and laugh awkwardly, “Oops, just dozed off for a second. It’s the sun, I think.”

“Mhm,” Lily replied disapprovingly. “You sure it wasn’t a star instead?”

It took her a second to process her friends words before waving her hand away, “Don’t even go there Lily. The day I start ogling over Sirius Black will be the same day you fall in love with James Potter.”

The evident disgust on Lily’s face was enough to appease Marlene and have both girls let the conversation go.

Through the Feast, Marlene felt that same sudden heartbeat again when Sirius looked over and winked. Of course she reacted how she always did, and eye roll and a middle finger his way, although her reaction was slower and her eyes lingered a moment too long on his arms, noticing the muscles that flexed ever so slightly as he stretched to put an arm around Remus Lupin.

No. Marlene McKinnon did not fancy the likes of Sirius Black.

Besides, it was only a moment after that where her boyfriend walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck gently. Pulling her eyes off of the Gryffindor down the table, she turned to face him. “Missed me then did you?” She pulled him into a deep kiss, getting her mind once and for all off of Sirius Black.

Despite being a Hufflepuff, he sat at their table and made small talk with Lily and the others. But it wasn’t long before he placed a hand on the inside of her thigh, which very quickly made itself up higher and higher until his finger tip brushed against her cotton panties and she let out a very light moan right there at the table. Lily’s eyebrows jolted upwards at the noise and Marlene cleared her throat, standing up. “Well, I’ve had enough to eat, so tired, I’ll catch up with you later?” She grinned, before taking Blake’s hand and leading the two of them out. Her sight fell on Sirius for one more second but this time she convinced herself that the desire she was feeling was only because Blake had just been feeling her up under the table. No matter how piercing those grey were were or how perfectly that long hair framed those handsome features on Sirius’ face, she had absolutely no desires for him whatsoever.

The second they had exited the Great Hall, Blake’s hands were all over her. He quickly pinned her up against a wall and his palms attacked her chest, undoing a few of her buttons before his lips found her neck and bit down. “Never thought I’d be so excited for holidays to end,” he smirked to her as she struggled to get out from under him, cursing how far the Gryffindor dorms were. Her eyes flew up in the direction of the tower but he shook his head, “Mine are closer.”

And without a complained he led them both around past the kitchen and in no time at all to the Huffelpuff Common Rooms. Since everyone else was at the feast their lips found each others again and his tongue commanded entrance into her mouth which she allowed without a second thought. He finished unbuttoning her shirt and his hands flew down under her skirt, “Someone is already excited,” he noted finding the wetness between her legs.

Marlene pushed him down on the couch and worked on his shirt, “Stop talking Blake and fuck me instead,” she demanded, throwing his shirt to the side.

His lips curled up into a smile and he sat himself up, lifting her with him. His strong arms carried the two of them to his dorms where he threw her into his bed. “Take your clothes off.”

With a smile on her lips she slowly undressed herself, featuring her body in all her best positions as she did so until the torment got to her boyfriend and he removed the rest of her garments for her. Her shirt was discarded on the floor along with her skirt. But once he leapt on her again, he made quick work of her bra and panties as well, practically drooling at the sight of her naked body in front of him.

Marlene grabbed his hair and pulled him down to her neck where his teeth grazed hard enough to leave marks before moving down to her pale breasts. Without hesitation he took one nipple into his mouth and she groaned in pleasure at the sensation. While he palmed the other breast, she undid the rest of his clothes and forced them off of his body. His pelvis gridded against hers and she moved it upwards to relieve the tension growing inside of her. “Hurry up, already,” she begged raking her nails down his back as his tongue flicked over her now very stiff nipple.

“Patience, Mar,” he teased, but her legs wrapped around his waist and she forced his hips against hers, desperate to be touched between her legs. Noting that she really was adamant to get her way today, he licked his way down her stomach until he reached between her legs, tongue parting her folds and ever so gently brushing against that bundle of nerves that so much wanted to be played with. A delighted flow of curses left Marlene’s lips and her hands forced his head down further wanting more from him.

His tongue licked her more aggressively this time and Marlene writhed under him. His hands reached up to continue with her breasts and as she looked down, suddenly she was picturing new tattoos on her current lovers arms. Before long his blonde locks turned dark brown in her mind and as his tongue pushed in past her entrance she bucked her hips and moaned out loudly, “Fuck Sirius!”

Immediately, his whole body stopped moving and his head jolted up to look at her. Her own head had been thrown back in pleasure but when he stopped her eyebrows knitted together and she opened her eyes to look back at him. A moment of locked eye contact passed, the grey eyes she was imagining turned back into the deep brown of her boyfriends and she realized what she had just said. Panic took over her face before she cleared her throat, “Fuck, seriously, keep going!” She pleaded. But it was too late.

“That’s now what you just said.”

“I was cut off by how good you made me feel, don’t stop now!”

“Why did you just say Sirius’ name?”

“I can assure you I am not cheating on you with him.” She defended, her insides still warm. She squirmed with a want for more that she was clearly not going to be receiving any time soon. Sitting up she pushed her legs together, wishing to ignore the primal needs that were pulsating through her body. It didn’t help that when she shut her eyes she once again pictures Sirius’ tattooed fingers playing at her clit. “I didn’t say his name.” She said firmly, opening her eyes to stare at him. They both knew that she did however and she took a deep breath. “And if you ever EVER dare mention that I said that particular name during sex I will tell everyone at the school that you had a tiny prick that I couldn’t even feel when you shoved it inside of me. Furthermore, I will personally bite off your balls and feel them to the Grindylow’s, got it, Black?”

At the best of times, most men knew to be afraid of Marlene McKinnon. So right now all he could do was nod curtly. “Let us never speak again,” he agreed as she got up, grabbed her clothes and marched away completely naked.

After quickly dressing herself, Marlene returned to the feast, and sat with her friends again. Sirius shouted over the girls, “That was fast, even for you McKinney. I hope one day you get fucked by someone who knows what they are doing!”

“Sod off, Poodle Head,” she retorted, that unfinished desire heating up again.

“Wanna give me a go, just to see what you’ve been missing?”

A slight wanton moan came from Marlene’s lips that only Alice who was sitting beside her heard, but she gathered herself properly to return his comment once again, “In your dreams, Black. I think you’re forgetting that I have standards!”

He shrugged and turned away to James who was whispering something in his ear while starring at Lily. Alice, however looked to Marlene, “To be fair, that was fast. Where’d he go?”

Looking at a plate and loading it up with food to avoid looking at anyone Marlene shook her head, “Broke up instead, he’s useless you know.”

Clearly Alice was no believing Marlene. “Oh sure. Nothing to do with Black then?”

Once again, Marlene shifted to cross her legs, anything to subside the burning between them, “Nothing at all, Alice. Now shut up and drink your pumpkin juice.”

Part 2 - Part 3 (not that they go in any particular order)

#Marlene McKInnon #Sirius Black #Alice Fortescue #Lily Evans #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Blackinnon #Black x McKinnon #Sirius x Marlene #marlene x sirius #marius #OTP #Sirius Black fanfiction #Blackinnon fanfiction #smut #kinda #marlmckitten

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soft-sarcasm · 7 years

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kim seokjin: lost in translation.

Pairing: kim seokjin x reader. ft. kim namjoon.

Summary: due to unfortunate timing and some out of context eavesdropping, roommates Seokjin and Y/N have been forced into a constant push and pull of thinking they've both been put in the friend zone by the other. So while Y/N takes out her obvious feelings of sexual and emotional frustration by searching for something to keep her busy, Seokjin instead festers in his own pettiness with an extra side of bitter while they both continue to be the close friends they are. But apparently Y/N finding her distraction in Kim Namjoon was the final straw and every word lost in translation suddenly begins to make sense.

Genre: roomate!au, smut, angst, sarcasm, seokjin at the height of his passive aggressiveness.

Word count: 9+k

a/n: this took me like 5+ months to write after I basically forgot about it, but here it is, my first ever completed smut. are you allowed to dedicate this to people? because if so, can I dedicate it to @tayegi who I feel like is the majority of kpop smut writers inspiration and guide in this crazy world.

"You're both fucking ridiculous."

Your neck ached with the momentum it carried as it snapped up in the direction of the overly bitter statement, eyes wide and lips parting in disbelief. Your usually well tempered and calm to a fault roommate Seokjin had just said quite possibly the most aggressive thing you had ever heard pass through those pillow-like lips.

Your mind spun as you blinked, completely taken off guard. "I'm sorry, what?"

He simply scoffed, taking a long swig from the drink that swirled within his glass, usually caramel warm gaze fathomlessly dark as he continued to take in the scene before him. "You and Namjoon, it's ridiculous! You either need to fuck or stop looking at each other like you want to."

"I- what- no!" You started to stutter and fumble, your slightly intoxicated brain running at the speed of light as you attempted to assemble your thoughts back into order. Were your intentions that obvious? So much so that even your most oblivious of roommates could pick up on it? You thought you were being subtle enough, only glancing over in the strawberry blonde man's direction from your spot on the opposite side of the raucous club every other minute. But apparently your efforts were null and you were caught, not that you were going to let Jin know that. "I don't know what you're talking about Jin."

"I'm talking about how you've been undressing poor Joonie with your eyes for the past half an hour and it's fucking nauseating. Fuck or fucking move on."

Again you were utterly flabbergasted. Okay, maybe you had been making the eyes at Namjoon who you had been intensely flirting with for the past week or so (and who you quite possibly had wanted to bed for longer then that because holy shit how is it legal for someone to be that adorable and that hot all once?) So maybe yes, you weren't being the most discreet person in the world with your intentions but that in no way gave Jin any right to point it out.

Jin had been your roommate for almost three semesters now after a glitch in the system had paired you guys together and by the time the error was realised all other dorms had been taken. At the beginning it had been awkward to say the least, both of you fumbling around each other, remaining fully dressed in common areas at all time, and stuttering apologies whenever you bumped into each other in the tiny kitchen you shared.

Months later there was no awkwardness to speak of. After moving past the initial discomfort of living with someone of the opposite sex and quickly realising that you had a shit ton in common you became increasingly comfortable around each other, some might say even too comfortable. Now you would purposefully jab elbows into each other as you both cooked and no longer had to change in the bathroom when you now strutted past each other in towels with no shame at all. Jin was kind and funny and all around just quite possibly the most genuine person you had ever met. Which was why his current behaviour was that much more confusing.

You took a large gulp of your gin and tonic to hide the pink haze that now coated your cheeks as you attempted to retain at least a fraction of your pride that your roommate was currently digging his patten leather Chelsea boots into. "Whatever Jin, I can look as much as I want. Looking is not a crime."

"But making me choke on your guys' sexual tension is." He stated, tone something balancing between irritation and something you couldn’t quite make out that might have been just further irritation. "But whatever, don't fuck, it doesn't matter to me. Though you'd probably be dodging a bullet, I heard that his size doesn't translate if you get my drift."

You actually choked, spluttering a cough as your eyes widened to saucers and you were quickly sipping up a hand to slap it across Jin's bicep. "What the fuck Jin! You don't just go around saying shit like that!"

He simply shrugged, undeterred. "I only speak the truth and we both know it. Tell me Namjoon doesn't look like he has a small dick. It'd probably take him hours to get you off."

Your ears were burning at this point, pushing past the original shock you once felt towards your usually passive friend's completely 180 shift in personality to now becoming increasingly irritated. "For your information, I have it on good authority that his dick is quite sizable thank you very much."

"Whose good authority?" He challenged, gaze becoming increasingly darkening as he pinned you down with it.

"Mine," You retaliated, not having the time to bite your tongue out like you now wanted to do as the word passed your lips. Fuck. You should not have said that and that fact was made even more evident by Jin's suddenly offensive stance he was now taking to you as he edged closer to you, making you instantly fumble in your heels to put more space between the two of you.

"And pray tell," He began, making an unnecessary movement to run his bright pink tongue over his lips causing you to gulp. "How did you acquire this information?"

You were beyond frazzled, cheeks blazing and insides squirming as embarrassment seared through you. But then you collected yourself. No. You would not be shamed for something a guy would happily share with his friends and get a slap on the back for. You took a step forward so that you were now standing all but chest to chest with your roommate. You had no idea why this stand off had even started in the first place but you were not about to be the one who caved and stepped down.

"We've been texting," You stated, the last words coming out as suggestive as possible so your message was conveyed. "I showed him mine so he showed me his. If you catch my drift."

There was a moment where Jin just stared at you and you instantly regretted your previous bravado.So you and Namjoon sexted one very wine induced night where you had been rather tipsy (and horny) and had decided to try on some of that lingerie your best friend had bought you and you had yet to use. And that led you taking pictures, because damn you looked fine, and that led your drunken self to send a picture to Namjoon. And that led him to send one back. One hour later you were giggling happily to yourself as you went to bed drunk and satisfied. But unfortunately, nothing had happened since then. Actually, you were almost certain that Namjoon had been avoiding you since and if that wasn't mortifying enough Jin now knowing what happened between the two of you definitely was.

But whatever, you, and your third gin and tonic couldn't actually give a shit anymore what he thought, especially while he definitely shouldn't be commenting on your sex life, or lack thereof, when he wasn't much better. The walls of your shared apartment were thin and you knew for a fact that the only action he'd been getting for past month or so was himself. You didn't care that this fight (or whatever the fuck this was because where did this sudden outburst even come from?) was completely unreasonable, he had started it and you were sick of his judgement. So you willed your face into a mask of unabashed steel and stared back at him.

You grew tired of his silence and rolled your eyes, ready to make your way out of this far too confusing situation. "If you have no further comment on my sex life I'm going to leave. Find me when your sober and finished being a bitter, horny bastard."

You took your opening, moving to flee the scene as you stepped passed Jin's impossibly broad shoulders. You bobbed and weaved your way through the crowd, heading in the direction of the bar because your gin and tonic was getting dangerously low and you needed alcohol to think right now. You just couldn't get over the randomness of Jin's sudden outburst or the source of this sudden of his poorly concealed anger. You had openly pined after people before and all Jin had ever done was be supportive. From start to finish, the situation was entirely fucked up and you were attempting to wrap your head around the actual meaning behind it when a familiar strawberry blonde appeared beside you.

"_____," Namjoon beamed, his dimples digging deep into his round cheeks as he said your name loudly over the pulsating house song that blared out of the speakers.

Your eyes widened as you fumbled for words, "Namjoon, hey."

"How you doin'?"

You wanted to raise an eyebrow. Was he really attempting small talk when your last conversation consisted of him stating just how much he wanted to be inside of you, while you promised to suck him off like a good girl? Fuck you were cringy when you were drunk. But despite all of this you still smiled. "'M great and you?"

He shrugged, "The usual."

"Sounds, riveting." And then there was a pause and you thought you were going to shrivel up and die because shit, this was fucking awkward.

"I've actually been meaning to message you," He suddenly blurted, and suddenly your focus sharpened because here it was. "I wanted to talk about our little," He paused as he attempted to grasp the correct word for the hour-long session you had both taken part in that you still had the evidence of in your gallery, "Conversation, last week."

Your brain started running a mile per second. You knew where this situation was going, it was going in the direction of 'you're great and all but I think we're better off as friends.' You started assessing how you could possibly turn this situation in your favour because fuck if you weren't even more frustrated now thanks to Seokjin and the idiotic tirade he had decided to spew out of nowhere. So in an act of alcohol-induced bravado, you stepped forward, the most seductive smirk you could muster carving its way onto your lips. "I actually wanted to speak to you about that too. I had so much," You staring directly at him now, tracing a single finger down the centre of his chest, "Fun. I mean I'd love to do it again, though I'd much prefer to continue our conversation in person this time."

There was a flicker of something that might have translated to willingness on his face as his gaze switched almost frantically between your wandering finger and your ever enticing smile. But then it was gone and he was taking a step back and you were sighing with mild disappointment because dammit. "I actually wanted to talk about how I don't think we should have one of our conversations again. I think it may be best if we just-"

"-Remain as friends?" You finished for him with a poorly concealed expression of ever-increasing irritation and indifference.

Apparently, it was concealed enough for Namjoon who sighed in visible relief, "So you agree then? Friends?"

"Of course Namjoon," You cooed, batting your eyelashes despite the ice in your tone at the blatant rejection you were being forced to receive with a smile because it would be clingy and needy if you actually voiced your opinion on the matter and how you didn't want to be friends, or at least not tonight when all you wanted was for him to follow you to your dorm room and fuck you until next Christmas. But instead, being the person you were who knew that while he may be painfully oblivious to the fact that you don't usually sext with a girl and then say you're not interested in going any further without the altercation usually ending up with at least some colourful words being exchanged, Namjoon wasn't a malicious guy and the reason why he was backing off was probably for something moral like him not wanting to take advantage of you when really you just wanted him to take you from behind.

Fuck, maybe you are needy.

His smile brightened and next thing you knew you were given a pat on the shoulder as he began to move past you, "I'll see you around, take care of yourself."

And with that, your activity for the evening was cancelled and you were left high and dry with nothing but the knowledge that at least you had yourself to keep you company, and that while there had been no true grantee with Namjoon, at least you knew that you could get yourself off. Though you had a very sneaking suspicion that those long, slender fingers knew exactly what they were doing. No, you couldn't think like this. You couldn't think about how lonely it was going to now be to return to your dorm and have to take care of your own needs, or worse, the mortification of now facing Seokjin with the reality of being rejected.

Your night had officially been ruined.

Without a moment of hesitation, you headed for the exit, slipping your arms into the leather jacket that had been loosely thrown over your shoulders on and pulling it close to your body as you exited the pulsating space and out into the clean, crisp 23:30 air. The cold hit you like a bullet of clarity and suddenly you were berating yourself for your own neediness before you began to make your way in the direction of your dorm that thankfully wasn't more than a few buildings down. As you marched your way down the pavement, knee-high boots clicking in succession to each of your powerful strides, you almost wanted to laugh at yourself. How had you allowed yourself to become so dependant on the attention of another person that you had actually been disappointed when rejection had come? You had forever steeled yourself into being a collage of sharp edges and snarky remarks that had never been concerned with the approval of anyone else and had never been the one who had gone seeking the attention of others for your own pleasure. Perhaps it was Jin's behaviour that had set you off, the abnormality of sending you into a spiral of confusion and frustration that had translated into you wanting to sleep with Namjoon that later resulted in you feeling rather awful after a perhaps extremely polite rejection, a rejection none the less.

Whatever the case was, you had felt dejected and you fucking hated it. You now wanted to wash the sensation from your skin because how should it be far that one person's opinion, whose opinion you never really cared for as much as you cared for other parts of his person, matter so much? It was fucking pathetic, that's what it was, and painfully human. To the point that by the time you had arrived back into your dorm, you were calculating just how many years it would take for science and technology to reach the point where species switch could be possible. But by the time you had removed your jacket and shoes and had unzipped your jeans and were finally back in your natural attire of a large t-shirt and underwear, you had gotten over it. But that was also another part of being human, the art of realising just how stupid you were, laughing at yourself and then continuing on.

So while you were over Namjoon's rejection, you were not over the shift in your roommate's personality. It was not as if he wasn't allowed to be irritated or anything but cherry but he had never acted in such a way when it concerned your love life or anything remotely similar. Of course, there had been the occasions where his opinion had swayed you from a guy but that was just through him letting you know of some of said potential suitor's exploits that as a popular guy, Jin obviously knew better than you a social recluse who didn't keep up with gossip. But tonight had been something different in of itself and you were still reeling if you were being honest. So while you contemplated the rather strange antics of your beloved friend and roommate, curled up on the couch the two of you had shared on the multiple nights you had both come home too drunk or tired to reach your rooms and simply ended up on the couch instead, you sipped gingerly on your usual night time glass of red wine that had become a habit of any night you suspected that your insomnia would play a nasty trick on you and emerge. And from all the rampaging emotions inside of you, you had assumed the worse and had poured yourself a healthy glass of dry merlot and were now enjoying the music of your own thoughts that were playing rather off-key thanks to the previous alcohol you had consumed and the conflict you were dealing with. It probably wasn't as big of a deal as you were making it but you had always been one to over analyse and you couldn't help but start nitpicking ever point in Jin's behaviour during the night.

He had been fine when you had first arrived, the two of you sticking together as you usually did during the rare few parties you actually allowed Jin to drag you too. Jin with his charm and easygoing nature was the perfect shield for your rather awkward and unskilled approach at socialising which usually consisted of saying a brief hello to newcomers before you hid within the people you had grown comfortable with over time. By your second, (or perhaps it had been your third?) drink you had found Namjoon from your position lingering by Jin and had used the distraction of the arrival of one of your roommate's classmate to begin your 'assessing' of Namjoon. You hadn't even realised that it had returned to just being you and Jin until Jin had decided to speak up and start his rant.

What a weirdo.

And as if the very term were his own personal summons, the door to your dorm burst open and was then proceeded by the rather unceremonious entrance of a clearly intoxicated Seokjin. How he continued to look attractive as he stumbled and hiccuped was a mystery in itself.

He only became aware of your presence after a few moments of stumbling about the foyer and even squinted as if to fully discern if you were actually real. "Why are you here?"

You scoffed a laugh, taking another leisurely sip of wine before you deemed it an appropriate time to respond. "I do live here Jin, I have a right to be here whenever I please. Or do you now also have an opinion on the amount of time I spend in our apartment?"

It was his turn to roll his eyes now as he began to wrestle with the zips of his boots, "I meant why are you here instead-" He took a moment to grunt his frustration as his boot refused to budge, only to start up again as soon as his foot was released, "-of being with Namjoon. Who according to someone's information is well endowed, though I'm beginning to grow suspicious of today's photo editing skills."

"The reason why I am here is because, after a hearty deliberation, I made the decision to rather return home where I can sleep so I'm not half dead tomorrow when I still have an essay to write." You retorted back before taking another sip of your wine, attempting to smother the rage that was creeping up with the bitter liquid.

"Oh," He dragged at the sound as he finally made it to the lounge after a few amusing moments of him battling with his cream coloured leather jacket. "So that's the reason why you left, I thought it had something to do with the fact that your sexting buddy played the 'friend' card on you. I must have gotten the wrong information then, my bad."

No wine could simmer the anger and heated irritation that now had officially clawed it's way into your system, though you did try as you knocked back the remaining contents of your glass before carefully setting it down on the coffee table and slowly rising from your seat. Why had he asked why you were home in the first place if he already had his own, regretfully correct, assumption of the situation?

It didn't matter that you were probably too scantily clad for this conversation or that 98% of the reason why Jin was saying this was probably was that he was drunk and he would never have even contemplated saying a word of this is he was sober. What you did care about was that you were tipsy and your roommate was being an arrogant, asshole that you were about ready to fight thanks to the wine and gin in your system and the frustration you were feeling due tonight's events. What mattered was that your face was only a few inches away from Jin's and you were ready for a fight.

"Listen here you little shit, you can either apologise now for being a complete asshole to me for no fucking reason or I can show you what growing up with 5 siblings taught me."

And just when you thought he couldn't become anymore infuriating, what did the little shit go and do, he fucking laughed at you. His doe-brown eyes that were usually warm and inviting, crinkling at the corners in mocking amusement. When he finished his tirade, he moved on to patting your head and squatting down just slightly to your inferior height with a shit eating smile. "You're so fucking adorable when you get all frustrated and start thinking that you're all tough and all knowing. It's fucking precious."

Rock struck splint and spark was lit, followed quickly by a raging fire as in a turn of events you were tipping your head up and bringing your teeth down onto soft skin. There was a millisecond of shock followed by a shriek of pain and the lose of contact as he instantly retracted his hand from your mouth.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He squealed with clutching his injured hand to his chest, face a compilation of complete shock and surprise.

All you could do was smirk, satisfied with your work as you ran your tongue over your teeth before smiling brightly at him. "Don't fucking play with me bitch, I was brought up with wolves."

"Just because your siblings roughhoused doesn't mean you fucking bite people when they irritate you! Who the fuck does that?"

"Someone who's done with some twat's ignorance and stupidity and wants to get their point across." You answered simply while crossing your arms neatly over your chest. He continued to gape at you for a few moments more, and then suddenly there was an all but visible click and he was lunging at you. You let out a small shout of protest and surprise as your legs were tackled out from under you and you were sent back into the carpet with Jin landing on top of you. You spluttered for coherency as you found yourself trapped between the solid body of your roommate and your living rooms floor, chest rising to only deflate at an alarmingly rapid speed.

There was a pause of you simply staring at each other, you in shock while he was a mixture of contempt and something undiscernable.

You were both panting thanks to the sporadic burst of movement and you were still struggling to regain your thoughts when Jin smirked down at you, lowering himself so that his lips brushed your ear. "How's that for getting one's point across?"

You were at a lost for words and while it was mainly due.to the fact that you were still in shock from being tackled by your non-aggressive roommate, you couldn't deny that there was a part of you that had become flustered by the fact that your devastatingly good-looking roommate was currently pressed up against you while you were clothed in nothing but a shirt and underwear. It took you another moment to fully regain yourself and with a simple switch in attitude, you were letting out a defiant cry before you twisted your weight so that your jumble of bodies was forced to roll, resulting in you now on top and determined.

"What the actual fuck is your problem?" You snarled, having to use all of your strength to keep Jin's sculpted arms pinned down as you started directly into his startled eyes. "Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Why are you all of sudden some opinionated on who and who I don't sleep with? What did I do to make you so irritated with me?"

The air felt as though it had been sucked out of the room as your words lingered in the stillness that had fallen upon you two. It was suffocating, and you could almost hear your far too desperate and frustrated questions ringing in your ears. Jin floundered for a good 30 seconds, opening and closing his mouth as he battled for the words that refused to come as you expectantly waited. And then he sighed in defeat, going limp under your grasp. "It's because I hated that wasn't me."

"What?"

Those were not the words you were expecting and they threw you for a spin as you stared him, utterly unsure of what to do next. He simply exhaled before shutting his eyes for a moment only to reconnect them with yours. "I hated that it wasn't me who you were sending those picture to, that it wasn't me that you couldn't take your eyes off of the entire night. I hated that you chose that asshole to reveal yourself to when all he did was reject you like a fucking dip shit. Like how the fuck does anyone in their right mind think they could possibly find better than you? Because trust me, I've tried, and there isn't anyone."

And then there was silence yet again as your brain attempted to process the amount of crushing information that had just been unloaded onto it. In your surprised state, you released him and slid off to the side, instinctively backing up against the couch as you tried to wrangle your thoughts together. He stayed laying flat for a moment and you swore you heard him say 'as I thought,' before he was pulling himself back to his feet with a surprising amount of coordination and moving in the direction of his room.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" You questioned almost silently though it was clear that he heard by the way his spine pricked and he froze in place. You slowly stood up, remaining stationary in the lounge just behind him. "Why did you never say anything about how you felt this entire time?"

He snapped out a laugh that was nothing short of sarcastic before turning slightly, "Because I didn't want you to react like you are now."

And just like that, your surprise began to be replaced by irritation, "How is my reaction right now so bad that you didn't fucking tell me this dammit?"

"I think you pulling back was a pretty clear indication of what you thought of this entire ordeal. Now if you'd excuse me, I need to go to sleep."

He turned away again to walk back to his room and abruptly you found yourself stalking up to him forcefully spinning him to face you, his eyes read utter confusion while you were all but fuming with another wave of rage. Your grip on his arm tightened as a new found determination course through you, "Listen here you asshole, you don't get to just assume my reaction because I let you go out of shock that my roommate just confessed to me, or did whatever you did just now. I was just processing how much of an idiot you had to be to think I would react better to you being a jealous, angsty asshole instead of you just telling me how you feel! I was also thinking about how much of an absolute dumbass you would have to be to not realise that I've liked you this entire time but I've just not said anything cause you fucking friend zoned me a month into living with me!"

He took a second to just blink at your outburst, mouth open as you continued to silently fume. "Wha-, I friend zoned you?! You friend zoned me!" You let out an offended gasp, "What do you mean I friend zoned you? A month into us living together we were watching some trope filled romantic comedy where the guy was in love with the girl best friend and you said that it was great that we had no feelings towards each other besides platonic because, and I quote, 'it's always just a mess when two good friends get together.'"

"I only said that because I heard you saying to your friend on the phone after a week of us living together that you were so glad that you felt no attraction whatsoever to me and that it would be great to have a strictly platonic male friend because they're 'so hard to find.'" Jin retorted before crossing his arms in defiance causing you to gape at him.

“I was being sarcastic about not being attracted to you because I was going through such a trial of being stuck with a hot, male roommate who I assumed had little to no interest in me because well, look at you!" You exclaimed while gesturing wildly in his general direction to make your point more clear.

Suddenly there was an undeniably smug smirk on his face as he peered down at you, "I'm sorry, did you just called me hot?"

"Of course I did you idiot!" You shouted, not having a single shred of patience to spare as your frustration with the situation continued. "But that's not the point! The point is, is that if you hadn't been an angsty little brat this whole time and kept your feelings a secret we both would have been happily fucking by now and would not be even half as sexually frustrated as we both obviously are right now."

"How is this just my fault?! If you've liked me for as long as you say you have why haven't you come out and said anything huh?" He fired back with equal defiance as he loomed over you.

"You know I never tell anyone my feelings, you should have known better than to wait for my emotionally detached self to make the first move when you're the one who's all good at socialising and being emotionally stable or whatever. Gosh, it's like you don't even know me," With that you threw your arms up in a final display of disbelief before you turned back to him, eyes lit with your next intentions. "So now we obviously need to fuck because I can not actually deal with this sexual tension anymore and I've literally fantasised about this for months."

"Wait," He began to splutter at your blunt words. "You want to do what?"

"Fuck." You said as though you were stating the weather. "Obviously. Weren't you the one just going on about how you wanted to be the one who got sent my dirty pictures, well," You paused to rip the shirt off and over your head leaving you in nothing but your underwear. "Here I am, in person."

So there you were, practically naked and standing in front of your roommate that you had just confessed your feelings too and suddenly doubting if every life decisions you made up until this point, including this one, was just a horrible mistake. But then a searing pair of lips were being slotted against your own and the goosebumps that had once appeared due to the chill that had attacked your exposed skin were replaced by a sizzling heat that started within your centre and spread through your entire body. Jin was finally kissing you. You were finally kissing Jin. You were dazed when he finally pulls back, tongue flicking at your bottom lip as he pulled you in by your waist, nose brushing against your own.

"If this is a dream," He spoke over the soft sounds of your breathless pants, "Then don't tell me. Because this might be the best moment my life." You couldn't help the warm haze that bloomed within you at the sheer care he used to brush a stray piece of hair that had fallen against your cheek. "You're such a cheesy little shit."

You could feel his smile against your lips as he pressed his mouth back to yours and then you were kissing again and it brought you such a bliss that you almost forget that you were basically naked and had just proposed that you wanted to fuck until Jin's hands began to wander and you released that you were at a definite disadvantage. Which was why you began to back him up with your lips still attached until he hit the neighbouring wall and began to tug eagerly at his shirt.

He chuckled, pausing to grant your request and then allowing you a moment to gawk at the sculpted chest you had grown somewhat accustomed to seeing due to Jin's habit of coming out of the shower in nothing but a towel. But you had never been this close or at the liberty to fully appreciate as you were now. Jin obviously found this immensely amusing as he moved to grab at your naked waist before pulling you close to him and refastening your lips together. You hummed in satisfaction when tongues were added and took the moment to suck happily at the muscle causing him to make a sound that was somewhere between a surprised squeak and a groan which causing your lips to curls as your skilled fingers began to work on unfastening the belt on his impossibly tight jeans that you had once mistaken as your own, only to not fit into them and then go on a day-long rant that it wasn't right that he had better legs than you. He had to assist you in the actual removal of the material as there was no way you would be able to take off the skin tight article by yourself. It took him less time then you expected to fully rid himself of his jeans and suddenly you were brought to the realisation that all was left was for you both to remove your underwear and you would officially be naked in front of each other. But while this thought drifted through your brain, Jin seemed less than even slightly bothered as he detached your lips from one another and began to make a downward descent down your body. Suddenly all of your petty worries evaporated like steam as his plump lips graced the outline of your plain cotton underwear and you were suddenly focused on the fact that something you had only dreamed of, and trust you had definitely dreamt of Jin going down on you because good lord those lips, had somehow become your reality.

You physically buckled forward when you were finally exposed to the air that was far cooler than your increasingly hot skin and you realised just how aroused and needy you were. This was the first time you had ever had this reaction to a partner during sex thanks to the inhibitor that you had subconsciously accumulated that caused you to never really be able to emotionally, and sometimes even physically, get into sex with someone else. Most of the time it was due to the fact that you never actually liked the person you were with or it was the little voice in the back of your head that always told you that they would never be able to get you off the right way which caused you to sometimes become disinterested in the act altogether. But of course this was different, this was Jin. The one person who even without trying had managed to summon reactions out of you unlike any other partner in your life. Surely that was clear in just how wet you were when all that occurred between the two of you was the shedding of clothes and the connecting of mouths. So you most likely shouldn't have been as surprised as you were that you were reacting this way, but it still knocked the air out of you when you felt the first application of his ring finger to your slit.

"What the actual fuck," You gasped quietly, not being able to compute anything as Jin's dangerously long finger sneaked past all guards and was suddenly pushing inside of you. You all but fell forward, hands scrambling for purchase on the wall in front of you that only moments before Jin was pressed up against, now he was on his knees before you, extracting some of the most embarrassingly shameless noises and reactions that you had ever performed in your life, and for god sake, he hadn't even truly started yet.

As if reading your last thought, Jin's impossibly dark eyes flickered up to you, mischief and desire swirling where usually nothing but innocence lived. His lips quirked into a tantalising micro smirk as he assessed your already frazzled expression, "For someone always complaining about sex not ever 'doing' it for them, you sure are a mess. And I've not even started yet."

"Don't be cheeky, asshole." You attempted to sound normal but suddenly there was another finger toying at your entrance and you almost lost your footing, the words turning into a stream of stuttered pants. You had always been a firm believer that penetration did little to nothing for most females as you had never in your life had an orgasm from penetration alone. And yet here Jin was again, proving you wrong as he slid in a second finger, curling it along with its partner and you were already 90% of the way to falling apart. But then again, sex was about 70% a mental game for women so you could only assume that your undying and all but sinful attraction both physically and mentally was contributing heavily to your current state because heavens know you've always been weak for the man whose was knelt between your legs ready to completely destroy you.

The chuckle that started from his chest wound up spreading through your entire body as suddenly the mouth that you were used to only hearing cheesy dad jokes and windscreen wiper laughter from was added to the demolishing of your sanity. You had always had this theory that Jin would be a master at oral and how right you were, a flash of tongue was applied to your plumped clit followed by the full envelopment of the bud by something similar to a silky furnace of wet warmth. You little out a small cry at the sensation that was doubled by the continued assault of moving fingers within you. The lewd noises that filled the room due to your continuously pooling arousal should have been embarrassing but you were too entirely consumed to care. You were also in a state of awe with how Jin was able to pick up on the smallest of cues that your body subconsciously gave, whether it be an intentional clench or a hitch in your panted breathing, he observed it all and continued accordingly which left you gasping for air and a twist to begin to form in your core.

"Why does this feel so good?" You all but whimpered to yourself as you felt your incoming high and continued to grind yourself onto Jin's lips and fingers while his free hand grasped your hip for support, "What kind of sorcery is this?"

Jin was obviously too preoccupied to reply, especially as pleasure was currently skyrocketing through you and both of your movements became more rushed. You had never been particularly vocal during sex sound wise but as quite possibly the most exquisite orgasm of your life came rushing towards you, the moan that left your lips was somewhere in between a cry and a shout as the sensation blossomed from your core throughout your entire body leaving your trembling as Jin coaxed everything from you with skillful strokes and thrusts. Contact was lost as he pulled himself up and reclaimed his footing, a devilishly cocky yet somehow also caring look on his face as he took in your entirely wrecked expression.

"There's nothing better then to see hard work pay off if you know what I mean," He cheekily chortled.

Your breathing was out of control and you were panting as though you had just finished walking up the stairs to your apartment, but you were also even more energised than before with the lingering pulses of pleasure still zapping your senses. You would have returned his arrogant statement if you weren't so busy copying his previous posture while pushing him back up against the wall and making quick work of removing his underwear that you were rather pleased to see had a mark of pre-cum on the front. You were fully ready to reclaim some sort of standing in this situation and what better way to do that then one of your infamously amazing blowjobs? You didn't allow Jin one more moment of pride before you were attaching your lips to the head of his dick. Before this, you had never thought of dicks being well, attractive in any way to be honest, but somehow, like everything else about Jin, his cock was also beautiful and you suddenly were granted the worry that you might actually end up enjoying this more than he.

Though when you glanced upwards to catch a glimpse of his face as you began to slowly take him down your throat thanks to you being blessed with an all but no existent gag reflex, your worries dissipated. It seemed that there was no one in hell that could enjoy anything more then Jin was enjoying himself right now, whimpers, moans and breathy curses were spilling from his lips like honey. When his dick hit the back of your throat he was throwing his head back with a cry and you couldn't help making a sound of appreciation to the amount of noise he was making because while you weren't vocal you had always preferred more vocal partners. You liked to know when you were wrecking someone and Jin was definitely letting you know with the string of unintelligible sounds and the hand that would grip your hair in a manner that was just rough enough for you to appreciate it everytime you applied a prized amount of pressure or purposeful suck. Your hands reached up to grab at the gym-sculpted ass that you had actually been able to get a few playful jabs at during your friendship but were now allowed to fully appreciate as you used it to helpfully push in the remaining length into your mouth.

To be completely honest, you would have happily stayed on your knees all night long and continue to suck him off because you were having the time of your life seeing the always collected and composed Jin fall apart under your ministrations. But Jin apparently felt selfish and in want of something more as he, rather reluctantly, removed himself from your mouth and pulled you up to your feet.

You pouted as you finished cleaning off your lips with your tongue,"Aw, but I was having so much fun."

"I could tell," He snickered while removing some lasting moisture from the side of your lips before pressing his mouth to yours, his tongue coming into contact with yours granting some of the lingering taste of your past orgasm. "But I don't like I can bounce back as quickly as I'd want to tonight so I'd much rather come with you."

"I guess I can allow that," You drawled which caused something between a scoff and a laugh to sound against your lips. "But if we're going to fuck, I'd much rather do it in one of our rooms as while I'm sure we're capable of fucking against this wall, I personally don't want that back pain in my life. It's also an extremely large amount of effort that I really don't feel like exerting right now."

Jin let out a full-on laugh as he began to follow you in the direction of his room, hand grasping after yours. "You really are efficient in everything aren't you?"

"Always," You stated simply while crawling onto his bed, you noticed that he seemed to be looking around for something and thanks to your amazing brain power you quickly guessed what it was. "You don't need to worry about covering up, by the way, there has to be a reason I have this fucking coil in my arm."

He looked up in surprise, a pink haze coating his cheeks, somehow embarrassed by this rather than when you were both getting each other off. "You sure, I really don't mind."

"What's the point of this thing if not to have some good all fashion, condomless sex. And I know your test results so we're all good." You summed up a matter of factly, before flipping yourself over and wiggling your ass in a way that you hopped was somewhat attractive. "Now stop the yapping, let's get fapping."

"I love it when you talk dirty babe," Jin snarked but came up behind you, the presence of his body enveloping your quickly causing the once light atmosphere to dissolve, especially as he began to grace kisses up your spine to your shoulder where he lightly applied his teeth as he nipped at the skin. "I still can't believe this is happening, like is this actually real right now?"

"Apparently," You sighed in return as he mouthed at your ear, back arching in approval. "And if it's not, we should probably start fucking before one of us wakes up and ruins everything."

Jin hummed in agreement, pressing his lips back to yours as he used his free arm that wasn't propping himself over you to place his tip at your entrance. He stilled for a moment, seemingly gauging your reaction which caused you to roll your eyes behind your closed eyelids and kiss him harder before pushing back your hips so his head slipped inside of you. He pulled back to let out a loud gasp while you panted in satisfaction at the sensation of him finally being inside of you. Despite the fact that you had already come once, you were still tight thanks to the fact that you hadn't had sex in months and you weren't into penetration during masturbation. Jin leaned back on his knees, his moan shaking through your body as you greedily pushed yourself back until your hips were resting against each other.

"Holy fucking shit," He cried out, grabbing at your waist. "Fuck, fuck, fuck you feel so good. What the fuck, how do you feel so good?"

You would have smirked if you weren't so equally wrecked out by the feel of him and you wanted to return the sentiment because how the fuck did he feel so good? Again you were just shocked by the effect Jin had on you and while it could have been counted as daunting you found it thrilling that you finally had found someone who you truly reacted to and from the signs Jin was exhibiting, the feeling was mutual.

With you bent over, chest propped up by your arms, Jin began to finally thrust into you, the position allowing him to fully sheath himself into you. You took everything he gave you with a series of appreciating moans and curses while he continued to be vocal about how 'fucking amazing and unreal this was.' Being the impatient and needy person you were, you met each of his movements half way so that there was never a moment that he was ever fully out of you. That was until a few minutes in a hand was wrapping are your neck in a caress and your body was being pulled upright so that the flush of your back was against his impossibly broad chest. The pressure on your throat wasn't enough to do anything but keep you secure but no choking was needed to take your breath away as he extracted himself entirely from you, only to enter back in with an uncanny amount of force. With this new position of you both on your knees, upright, he was somehow to reach a point in you that you had sometimes begun to doubt the existence of.

"Fuck," You all but shouted at this uncommon sensation, not being able to actually believe your own body. ''Fuck Jin, yes."

"There's that mouth I've been missing," Jin cooed in between pants and soft moans of his own though his volume returned as he thrust back into you and he succumbed to the feeling, "Fuck you were so right about me being stupid for not saying anything sooner, just imagine if we had been doing this, this entire time."

"I don't know how we would have ever have gotten anything done," You stated breathlessly, a groan escaping you as Jin began to move again, your hips subconsciously joining the rhythm. "But fuck this is good."

"It's because we're fucking amazing," Jin said as more of a moan as you clenched down on him, his free hand drifting to your front to find your clit. "Or just amazing at fucking."

"Both," You agreed, spasming slightly as the effect of being fully stimulated took over. "Fuck Jin, I'm already close."

"Oh thank god, so am I." He panted in relief, still thrusting into you without a moment of pause. He did take a moment to adjust the angle of his motions which caused him to brush over that phantom spot again and send you completely reeling and over the edge causing you to slump forward and out of Jin's hold. In search of his own orgasm, he helped to lengthen the effects of your own, pushing himself into you at a sporadic speed. Almost before you could comprehend what was happening, a completely different kind of warmth was filling you as Jin came in you with a cry and his body hunching over your own as he trembled due to the aftershock of his orgasm.

His softening length slipped out of you as he moved so that he was beside you on his bed, both of you too fucked out to even consider moving or speaking for at least a few moments. It was only when your heart rate began to slowly calm and you began to regain your senses did you open your eyes and look for him. He was on his back in a similar state, chest rising and falling at an alarming pace but as if feeling your gaze he turned to look at you, a glowing smile taking over the exhausted and shattered expression on his face.

You couldn't stop the swelling of your heart at the adoring look and returned his grin ten fold as you lazily lifted your hand to brush a piece of fallen chestnut hair from his eyes, "I want to cuddle you so badly right now but we're far too sticky and gross for that right now."

He took your hand into his, bringing it to his mouth where he gently kissed each tip, the most gentle sign of affection either of you had shown so far, "I can't help but agree so I think the only next course of action is to get clean and to get some food so that we can go for round two."

"I thought you said that you didn't think you could bounce back so fast?" You chuckled while you exhorted some of your precious energy to pull yourself up so you could follow after him as he began to make his way in the direction of his bathroom.

He scoffed, slinging a lazy arm around your waist as he walked side by side, "I meant right away. If you think that we're only going once you are mistaken. I still need a proper apology from someone for sending r rated photos to someone else rather than me."

"Hey, you have no right to be mad about that. I had no idea you liked me and I was a bit drunk." You attempted to defend yourself, a small pout taking over your features.

"I can be mad that someone got to see all of this," He grabbed at your ass, "Before me."

"But that's just because you decided to be a moody asshole instead of just saying how you felt!"

Jin seemed to take a moment to regard your words before he was pulling your still naked body against his, "So I guess I have some apologising to do."

There was a stir in you at the expression on his face and the memory of him knelt before you caused you to smirk, "Then I think the only next course of action is for to get straight to apologising."

And just like that, he was dropping down before you in the hallway, hands gripping your thighs as he peered up at you with dark sincerity, "I couldn't agree more."

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Picture of Love | 02

Pairing: Photographer!Hoseok x OC x Producer!Yoongi

Genre/Warnings: Hoseok AU/Yoongi AU/Includes strong language.

Words: 4,590

Summary: Charlotte Galloway is the leader of the up and coming girl band, “She-Bang”, with a side hustle as a photographer for anyone who will hire her. She meets a fellow professional photographer named Jung Hoseok who helps “She-Bang” realize their dreams and Charlotte to make a love connection along the way.

When will I get tired of drinking myself blind every night? I thought as I woke up to yet another raging headache for what seems like the thousandth time this year.

Probably when I'm old, wrinkled and people no longer find me attractive. I laughed out loud at my own thought as I attempted to make to make my way to the bathroom without waking Carrie and Leyah. The band was free to sleep in, explore, bring home fuck boys or whatever they wanted to do because there were no gigs lined up for today. As for me I've decided to finally visit that lovely park again to get more shots for my portfolio.

I see my reflection in the bathroom mirror and begin to wonder if a group of people ran a train on me last night.

"I look like shit." I whisper to myself as I assess the damage. My eye makeup has managed to spread to the entire upper half of my face and my red smeared lipstick has transformed me into Christopher Nolan's Joker.

"Really shouldn't have gone dramatic last night." I wonder if Camera Man liked it. I freeze. Why do I care what Camera Man thought of my eye makeup? I shake the thought away and proceed to clean my face and reminisce about last night. The band did so well. We had enough energy to satisfy crowds at two gigs in one night, I'm so proud of them. I wish I could've gotten shots for myself of all of us enjoying ourselves so thoroughly on stage and off.

Well Camera Man probably got enough for everyone, both shows combined. God he took so many. I wonder what he did last night after we left the first place. He probably found a hot chick to take back to his place so they could screw because he could get any girl he wanted.

I find myself smoothing the tooth paste onto my tooth brush quite aggressively. Fuck that bitch, whoever she is. Wait. Why do I care? He can fuck whoever he wants. We're not together or anything. But if Carrie and the band hadn't interrupted us, I probably would have let Camera Man take me home and fuck me on every surface of his place. I can just feel his long, slender fingers caressing my body and his ginger kisses on my neck, making his way down my torso so he could put his tongue and those supple lips right where I want them. Then perhaps we could cuddle and watch the sun rise together. I watch my own eyes go wide in the bathroom mirror and spit the tooth paste into the sink and rinse my mouth out frantically. What is this boy doing to me?!

I don't do relationships. I haven't in two years, since that jackass wannabe rapper fucked everything up for me. It was then that I realized exactly how much I was worth and that I deserved better. So I swore off boys and romance altogether and as the leader of She-Bang I enforced this golden rule on my band members. Because we have a goal and we can't be distracted or swayed by hot guys who only want one thing. Not that we don't sometimes want that one thing as well, but love is off limits.

But as soon as this nerdy, flannel wearing, shy, cute, incredibly sexy, down to earth, picture taking, piece of shit comes into my life everything seems to have changed. "God I need to get laid." I sigh to myself as I prepare to step into the shower.

"You sure do." I hear Leyah agree groggily walking into the bathroom, taking the mirror to commence her morning routine. After pulling myself together from the fright she gave me, I quip back, "Oh shut up, slut." I start to undress.

"Whatever, whore. It's true. You need help?" She asked nonchalantly. I look at her in a way that resembles me smelling something foul. "Taking a shower?" I drawl incredulously. She gives me a flat look and responds, "I meant getting laid, you shit head." She gives a half chuckle near the end letting me know she's still joking with me, but not really. I visibly deflated.

"Oh God. Um, no. I think I can get laid by myself. Thanks though."

"Okay. Just tryna help. Where you goin' anyways?" I turn the shower on from the inside as I answer. "Oh. To this park I found the other day to take some pictures for my-"

"NEVERMIND!" Leyah shouted, interrupting me. Lord give me the strength.

"Very mature. You asked."

"Sorry about it." She says monotonously. I rolled my eyes an continued to shower. After doing my makeup and getting dressed along with battling my hair, I grab my camera and headed out of the hotel room to the park. Before getting half way to the elevator, I hear my name being shouted from behind me, I turned to see it was Darren coming out of his room in just swim trunks and flip flops. "Yeah Darren?" I walked a few steps closer to him and he met me half way.

"I was headed to your room to ask if you wanted to come to the hotel pool with me." He asked me with his signature smirk that I usually couldn't resist, but no one was stealing me away from my plans today. Except maybe those abs. No. Still no.

"Oh, sorry. I was gonna go to the park and take some pictures." I said holding up my camera for emphasis. "Oh. You sure I can't persuade you?" The signature smirk turning flirtatious, causing my legs to go weak briefly. Get it together Charlotte.

"Not this time Darren. Sorry. Thanks though." I say turning away. "Maybe I could go with you?" He offered. I stopped to face him once again.

"I would have to change obviously, but I can be fast." He offers rubbing the back of his neck and glancing at the floor and then back up at me. Is he nervous about something?

"Actually, that's okay. I could use the peace and quiet anyway. See ya later." I turn and walk away before he can persuade me to let him come.

I finally arrive at the park and find spot after spot to shoot since there is so much to work with here. After a while I find a bench with a nice view and go from there. A solid 10 minutes passes before I hear a familiar smooth, low voice.

"So you really are into photography." The voice came from behind the bench I sat on. I turned to see the smooth voiced stranger was none other than my Camera Man from last night. Whoa. Your Camera Man? Slow your roll Char.

I try to hide how happy I was to see him again, but I couldn't to save my life, if my full fledge bright smile was anything to go by. He gave a nervous chuckle as he silently asked to sit next me with his eyes. I nodded and smiled back happily. I still didn't know what it was about this man that made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside and its tormenting me to no end. God Char! You sound like a six year old.

"Did you think I was lying to you?" I asked as casually as I possibly could muster while his smile threatened to take my breath away.

"Aha, no... Well... Yeah. I guess I did, ha." He smiles innocently.

Hm. Well okay then. Maybe he's not as perfect as I thought, but he was damn near close.

He noticed my bothered facial expression. "I'm sorry." He apologizes quickly. "Its just...like I said, I didn't expect that of you. Also it wouldn't be the first time a girl lied to me to get in my pants you know?" He smirks, but I can tell he isn't joking. Likewise.

"No, I can imagine." I say subconsciously checking him out. He notices, but doesn't comment on it. "But I'm glad you were telling the truth in your case." And once again I am baffled by this man. He says weird shit, but he's right, I want in those pants... God I need to get laid.

"But yeah. I understand where your coming from. Up and coming musician remember?" I laugh lightly. "No yeah. Of course." We sat in an awkward, but not really, silence until the thought finally came to me to introduce myself. It turns out Camera Man had the same idea.

"I'm Hos-"

"I'm Char-"

We both stopped midsentence and chuckled freely at each other. "You first." He said politely. I sigh quickly and continue. "I'm Charlotte. Charlotte Galloway." I stuck my hand out to him waiting for him to reciprocate my actions. "I'm Jung Hoseok." We shake hands and they are soft to the touch like I imagined they would be. Can someone punch me in the face?

"So Jung is your last name? Or no?" He laughs more to himself than anything else and I swear the sound alone could bring world peace. "Yes. It's a Korean thing." Interesting. Another Korean. Just like the last one. What is it with me? He must be foreign. He speaks perfect English. But I hear just a hint of an accent in there.

"So you're Korean. Are you from there?" I ask immediately, wanting to know everything about him. Ho! Slow up there Juliet.

"Yes. I'm from Kwangju in South Korea."

"Oh cool. It would probably suck if you were from North Korea." I freeze as soon as the words leave my mouth. Why the fuck did I just say that?! Well it looks like that's it for me, may as well apologize and kiss camera man good bye.

"I. Am. So. Sorry. That was so ignorant of me. I am the worst-" he cuts me off with his beautiful laugh.

"It's okay. I'm not offended. Some might be, but it's cool." He says still smiling politely to let me know he truly wasn't effected by my ignorant remark. "Oh thank God. I thought--I just--cool." I said awkwardly looking away so he couldn't see me cringe at how shitty this was going for me. Back to awkward silence I guess.

"So photography." He started, pointing to my camera hung around my neck. "Is it just a hobby? Because despite it's model, that can't just be a past time." He says referring to the caliber of my camera. "Oh uh. It's kind of a side hustle. Yeah, I took a couple classes and I do anything that'll pay... With the camera!" I tried to save the accidental innuendo I made, making Hoseok laugh in turn. "No, I get it." He says still laughing. "Uh, what about you? That can't be just a hobby." Gesturing to the latest Nikon model around his neck.

"Yeah. This pays the bills. I guess you could say I'm a professional. This is it for me." He spoke while looking at his camera with something akin to adoration. It was easy to tell he loved what he did and it made me that much founder of him.

Uh oh.

"Would it be okay of I take a look at your photos?" I ask softly pointing his camera. "Only if you show me yours too." He said flirtatiously, causing my mind to go to he gutter. Thank God I can't blush. "Of course." We exchanged cameras carefully, knowing what was at stake with each other's prized possession. We knew enough about the different models to figure out how to work them. I sifted through his pictures. They were mostly of nature, his night life with his friends and different angles of the San Francisco sky line and it's different landmarks. I was delighted to see we mostly take pictures of the same things.

In the middle of being giddy because we had so much in common, I stumbled upon the pictures he took of our show last night. There are pictures of the crowd and the band as a whole, but there was a myriad of shots that only included close-ups of me. I didn't know whether to be flattered or creeped out at the fact that there were so many. I'm leaning more towards flattered for the sake of this relationship.

Holy fudge nuggets. Did I just say the R word?

Hoseok pulls md out of my existential stupor when he took the time to compliment my picture of the sunset. Something about how I utilized my surroundings and caught it at just the right time. "Thank you." I said not really paying attention. I looked through more photos to take my mind away from my dilemma.

There is a photo of an artificial living space, like that of a tv set, complete with huge leather chairs. I wonder what this is for. Maybe he works for a home magazine. I scroll to the next set of photos and I see none other than Selena Gomez posing sexily on one of the leather chairs and now my jaw is on the floor. Yeah this kid definitely works for a magazine alright. Who does this kid think he is? Can he get me an autograph? No. You know what? No.

I quickly scroll back to the pictures from last night and move to hand the camera back to Hoseok. For some reason I didn't want him to know I saw the pictures of Selena and God knows who else, even if he did give me permission.

"They're all so great Hosuk." I say exchanging cameras again. "It's Hoseok," Oh, well shit. "but that's okay, you can call me J-Hope."

"J-hope." I let the name roll off my tongue. "Sounds fitting." I smile taking in his appearance yet again. He's dresses in proper street wear. He has on an all black sweat shirt with a white emblem on it, plain blue jeans and all white Adidas sneakers, complete with a black cap over his head and yellow tinted glasses that made him look so adorable. His perfect, olive skin makes it look as though he's glowing and his heart shaped smile and crinkled eye lids make him shine as bright as the sun itself. Yeah, hope is fitting.

"Thanks haha." I laugh with him as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pulled it out to find Evan was calling. This is unexpected. Evan only calls when he has surprise gigs for us. So much for a free schedule. But this is what we signed up for.

"Do you mind if I take this?" I said to J-hope. "No go ahead." he said still sitting through my camera. I took 10 steps away from the bench and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello beautiful." Oh God.

"I don't think that kind of talk is appropriate Evan, do you?" I say warningly, but still keeping a sultry tone to my voice, that's all Evan responds to.

"Ooo. You're right. I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself." He said jokingly. I sighed and waited for Evan to state his reason for calling, but it seems he had forgotten himself.

"... And you're calling because...?"

"Oh yes! Sorry. Guess what band dropped out of the line up at the Biscuits and Blues hall tonight?!"

"Okay. Uh-"

"It doesn't matter because you're filling in for them!" He squealed.

"Are you shitting me?!" I almost shout. I look up to see J-hope openly laughing at my excitement. I smile even brighter.

"I most certainly am not Char. The band must be ready and present by 9 pm tonight."

"You're a goddamn miracle worker Evan. Thank you. How did you manage it? How much are we getting paid?"

"About $700. You know how many strings I can pull for you darling. You would think after all my hard work you would finally want to give in to me." He drawled seductively.

"You would think that." I hear his sexy laugh and then a sigh.

"Oh well." He says. "Guess I'll just have to keep trying."

"You do that. We'll be at the gig. Thanks again."

"No problem at all mon cheri."

"Ew." I laughed. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye. Beautiful."

"Hey!-" he hung up before I could get the chance to tell him off. "Fucking scumbag." I could hear J-hope chuckling and turned towards the bench to see him already glancing at me shyly. I walk back to the bench and retrieve my camera from his hands.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. It was really nice seeing you again." It's more than okay if we don't get his number. We're better off without it. We don't need more distractions.

I go to walk away, but J-hope stops me.

"Wait. Can I at least get your number so I can contact you? Would that be okay?" He asked hopeful.

Okay. We have to think this through. How about we just give him our social media?

No we weren't supposed to give him anything in the first place.

We could tell him we just want to be friends, but that's not what I want at all. I sound like air supply. Just play it cool.

"Only if I can have yours too." I flirt without my own permission. What the fuck?! What just happened? This goes against everything I stand for. This man is clouding my vision.

J-hope smiles and before I know it, we're exchanging information. "Thanks." J-hope says. "Maybe we can collaborate sometime." He grins that dopey grin that makes me weak and I find myself saying "Yeah. Maybe you could teach me some things." My eyes unknowingly glancing at his lips. "I'll bet I could." His deep voice replies, leering and raising one eyebrow at me, almost causing me to melt into the floor.

I instinctively bite my lip. "I'll see you around J-hope." I say turning and walking in the direction I came. "I hope so." I heard him call to me. I glance behind me to find him already watching me as I walk away with an even smile gracing his face. I face forward and I can't help but giggle to myself. Jesus I hope I don't regret this.

I approach the hotel room still in my J-hope daze and one of my band members notices. "Who were you with?" Leyah asks as she opens the hotel room door. Her strong features stare me down expectantly. Her eyebrows raised, one higher than the other, her arm still blocking the door like she won't take "bullshit" for an answer.

"Why do you think I was with someone? I told you I was going out alone." I try to skate over the topic and walk by, but she blocks the door again.

"Because you have a dumb look on your face and your eyes weren't even focused when I opened the door. Fix it. It's creeping me out." She listed with no emotion present on her face, except for that smug 'know-it-all' grin. "Thanks for that, Nancy Drew. Now let me in." I quickly try to "fix my face" and force my way through the door.

"So who is he?" Leyah asks as she follows me into the walk in closet in our room. "Who is who?" I ask, genuinely wanting to know what she was talking about. I tilt my head towards her to see she's giving me an exasperated look.

"The guy you're sleeping with dick head!" She spits at me, not trying to keep her voice down in the slightest.

"SHHH! Keep your voice down. He doesn't exist-"

"Who doesn't exist?" I see Darren poke his head through the doorway info the living area/Vicky's bedroom.

Fuck.

"Darren. I didn't know you guys were here. What are you doing?" I say trying to evade the subject.

"Yeah. Everyone's in there. But who doesn't exist?" Persistent motherfucker.

"No one-"

"The guy she's sleeping with." Leyah exclaims proudly.

Darren's lifted expression turns to one of deep confusion and concern. "You're seeing someone Char?" He looks disappointed, like my answer could make or break him. I felt like I had to comfort him for some reason or even apologize even though I did nothing wrong. Did I?

"No--I mean... I don't know--maybe--uh, no. You know what? No. I am not seeing anyone." There's nothing to even consider. I'm not even supposed to be liking this J-hope guy and now he's just causing problems. "Are you sure?" Darren asks with a nervous expression, coming ito full view. He sits on mine (and now Carrie's) bed.

"Yes I am sure I'm not seeing anyone." I stress to them both. Why do I feel I have to prove myself to these two? Especially Darren.

"Good." He looked relieved. Good?

"Whoo! Now that, that's over. I have good news. Let's go into the next room." I gather Leyah and Darren into the living room to meet Vicky, Carrie and Kyle.

"Okay guys. So Evan contacted me today." Darren openly groans gaining a laugh from the group. I send him a side eye and continue. "He snagged a spot for us on the line up at the Biscuit and Blues hall tonight!" I squealed. The group erupts in cheers of "Are you fucking with me?" And "Holy shit finally!"

"Okay!" I yelled getting everyone's attention. "We have to be there by 9 tonight so we have time, but I want you all on your best behavior. This will be our biggest crowd. We can't fuck this up. Understood?" They all nod knowing what's at stake here.

We spend the entire afternoon preparing for this gig and everyone is in game mode. Since it is a blues hall we wont get to play a lot of our signature rock songs, but we will make it work. We are nothing if not versatile.

Arriving at the hall, the band seemed ready to go. We dropped Evan's name at the back entrance and got situated backstage. After nervous lounging and pep talking it came time for our set. I gathered the group, including Darren and Kyle for our hands in cheer. Its totally lame, but so are we.

"Alright everybody hands in. We're gonna fuckin' kill this and they're gonna eat it up okay?!" "Yeah!" They shout in unison.

"S-H-E!" I shouted.

"BANG!" They finished for me. And then it was time to perform.

I couldn't see any individual faces like I usually could at our gigs. I just knew there were a lot more people there than usual. I got the feel that they liked our bluesy vibe almost as much as our fans like our signature rock and that was all we could ask for. We took our bows and exited the stage.

"Guys you did so well. I am so proud of you!" I stress to the girls and we're still coming off our performance highs. We decide to stick around for the show and are enjoying ourselves after we got paid. This time I remembered my camera so I'm snapping photos of my friends left and right doing wacky poses and just drinking and laughing. The show finally ends around 11:30 pm and the group is huddled up outside the hall trying to figure out where our next destination is because we don't want to go home just yet. I love nights like these.

Suddenly I spot a familiar form across the way passed the crowds of people near the entrance. J-hope stands against a pillar sifting through that precious camera of his. He looks up briefly and notices me staring. He smiles and waves. I do what any sane person would do in this moment. I take the camera wrapped around my neck and snap a photo of him causing him to smile even harder.

I turn to see my friends were in a world of their own an paying me no attention. So I take this as an opportunity to sneak over and say hello to J-hope. I'm not sure how good of an idea this is because I'm a little tipsy and cannot be held responsible for what comes out of my mouth.

"Are you stalking me?" I ask with a sly smile.

"Ah no. I promise." He laughs. "I just came to enjoy the festivities. You guys were great by the way."

Is it me or does his smile have even more of an effect on me in this state?

I can't look away from it. "Thank you so much. We've waited for this a long time." I say starting to sober up with joy.

"It shows." He replies. We share silent appreciative glances at one another when J-hope piers over my shoulder to look at something. "I think your guy friend is worried about you."

I turn to see Darren standing with out group, but only looking, no, glaring at J-hope. What crawled up his arse and died?

"Oh don't worry about Darren. He's just over dramatic." I turn back to J-hope.

"Okay then." He says tearing his eyes away from Darren's. "Hey um. You wanna, maybe, get outta here?" He leans down closer to my face, but his eyes don't seem suggestive, nor do they match his sultry tone.

"I don't know. What did you have I mind?" I drawl glancing at his lips and back up to his pretty honey brown eyes, testing the waters.

He looks down and chuckles. "That's not what I meant." He smiles innocently, yet his eyes have a sexiness to them. How do you do that!?

"That's too bad. What did you mean then?" I uttered flirtatiously, taking half a step closer to him. He is visibly shaken by my actions and proceeds cautiously.

"Well...uh--ha." He looks to the ground for moral support and I help him by taking a step back. "I meant, uh, like going for ice cream or getting a drink somewhere. Not that you need another." He laughed lightly.

"I'm fine." I defended. "That you are." He nodded surveying my body. I smirked back. I wore a black, high wasted, pleated skirt that came to above my midthigh, a black tank top that showed off my boobs, some black combat boot heels and my leather jacket was hanging off the tip of my finger over my shoulder, showing off my shoulders and my chest.

It was a warm night out so J-hope wore his black leather jacket the same way and a white, short sleeved t-shirt that showed off his toned arms and black skinny jeans along with black men's loafers. We're matching!

"Alright J-hope. I'll get ice cream with you." I say as if I was even thinking about it. "Cool. Are you not gonna say goodbye to your friends?"

"Nah. They probably don't even know I'm gone. Let's just go." "Okay." As we begin to walk side by side down the street, I spare a glance at my friends and see Darren glaring at the back of J-hope head with purpose.

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